#pack fluff fic

[dangerouscoffeetheorist]

I've been rewatching Teen Wolf - does anyone want a 15k Thaim, Theo finding a family with Melissa and Chris, pack fluff fic because I have thoughts and an obsession 😅😅

Does anyone still care about teen wolf?

Anyone want to read it I'm having major doubts about it

[twilghtkoo]

lunch notes

pairings. jungkook x reader (f)

genres/aus. fluff, established relationship, college au

notes. happy pride month to the lesbians, i hope u have an amazing and special month babes !! was inspired and had to quickly write this down bc i miss writing and i had the time. likes and reblogs are vv much appreciated and again HAPPY PRIDE MONTH <3

masterlist

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“so what did your man write you this time?” your friend and classmate teases, nudging you lightly with her shoulder.

you roll your eyes and grab your bento out of your bag. silently excited to see how jungkook curated the food he cooked himself and especially, to see the note. if he left one.

despite his busy schedules and his late nights at the company, he still manages to pack you lunch when he can. of course, it’s not everyday but you cherish the days he does.

the zipper pocket inside your bag holding all the little sticky notes from him.

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eat well before your exam baby ! i’m proud of you no matter the results… love you jungkook <3

cooked your favorite last night…kimchi fried rice :D have a good day baby, love you x jungkook <3

i knew you were gonna wake up late this morning, good thing i woke up earlier before u and packed ur lunch in ur bag already u even left the house in a rush without giving me a kiss, but i’ll forgive u if u eat all the food and make up for it tonight ( ◠‿◠ ) love you jungkook <3

i messed up the smiley face on the rice silly me, stupid scissors :( have a good day baby love you jungkook <3

yes i put extra carrots in here bc ik you hate them but u need to eat them hehe (￣∇￣) don’t be mad, eat them pls have a good day baby! love you jungkook <3

i think im doing a pretty good damn job making characters out of food now huh? u can praise me when u get home ＼(^ω^)／ love you jungkook <3

bet u gasped when u opened up ur bento huh ? cus i made ur favorite cus im the best boyfriend in the universe ;) spam onigiri !! made this with love, enjoy ur day baby love you jungkook <3

ooo something different than the usual, think i did pretty good for cooking western food as my first time:P enjoy ur cajun chicken pasta sexy love you jungkook <3

u were with me while we cooked this together and i was singing to you in the middle of the kitchen enjoy ur meal baby & have a good day love you jungkook <3

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where the fire department is called. And Nirvana might not just be a word on a hoodie. or The twenty-sixth installment of the Skz!Pack Prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, Pack!prequel, ot8, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, skz smut, skz fluff, skz angst, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, abo, a/b/o, skz abo, alpha beta omega, femreader, poly!skz

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Emergency Stop

12 Hours Earlier

Chan sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, spinning a few aimless circles as he lets his gaze wander across the tiled ceiling of the student studio. 

He listens to the sound of fingers clicking across keyboards, the quiet hum of equipment, and then announces finally, to no one in particular, just to get it off his chest, “I think she’s avoiding me.” Hongjoong pulls his headphones off his ears, letting them drop down around his neck, as he turns from his current project to stare at Chan in exasperation, one dark brow arched. 

“I think that’s a little dramatic, mate.” 

“Wellllllll-” Changbin hems from the other side of the room, a grimace going across his features, as he swivels in his chair to face them, not quite meeting Chan’s gaze. 

Chan bolts upright, his voice loud with triumph. “Ah ha! I knew it!” 

“Oh my goood.” Hongjoong groans, scrubbing at his face with his hands, before he must decide that they’re not worth the trouble, turning back to his computer and pulling his headphones back up- on both ears this time. 

Changbin’s lips twist to the side in an obvious guilt ridden expression, his dark eyes finally meeting Chan’s. 

Chan feels his stomach drop as he regards his best friend and packmate’s worry. 

“What?” He asks, suddenly breathless, leaning forward in the office chair, his alpha suddenly on high alert. “What did I do? How did I fuck it up? You gotta tell me how to fix it, Bin, it’s fucking with my head.” 

Changbin reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, Chan recognizes the nervous gesture, and clears his throat, his eyes darting around the room, as if trying to focus on anything except the man in front of him. 

“You didn’t do anything, hyung. I swear to god, but I can’t tell you anything else, because (Y/N) will fucking eat me alive.” 

“She is pretty fucking scary.” Hongjoong chimes in once more, glancing over his shoulder at Chan, his fingers paused on the mouse. “Almost in Seonghwa’s league. Almost.” 

Chan glances back to Changbin, who is nodding avidly along in agreement with what the other alpha is saying. 

Chan’s alpha is growling at his mate’s resistance, at the way he’s holding back, even if he knows how to fix this whole mess, but he takes in a deep, steadying breath, and clamps his hands in his lap, willing the angry wolf back down. 

“Bin.” He tries again, glancing back to the other man, his voice steady, calm, imploring. “You gotta tell me something. If I don’t know what’s wrong, I can’t fix it, and I’m going crazy over here.” Changbin’s chest heaves with a sigh, and then he swallows, Chan watches the way his Adam's apple bobs, as he looks up to the ceiling, as if for some form of silent approval. 

Finally, he sighs again, audibly this time, and rakes a hand agitatedly through his dark hair. 

“Fine.” 

Chan feels his entire body tense, waiting on what comes next. 

He can sense a headache starting to pound to life behind his left eye. 

He doesn’t know if it’s because of the current situation, or because he hasn’t really seen you much over the last week, and his alpha is taking direct note of the loss of contact. 

Changbin shakes his head slightly to himself, as if he can’t believe what he’s going to say, going to reveal, and then he grits out, “She’s worried about something she said.” 

Chan’s mind races, going over every tiny interaction the two of you have had in the last week and a half. 

Nothing significant comes to mind. 

“What?” He asks, puzzled, as if Changbin can reveal the clues to him. 

Instead, the other alpha gives a half hearted shrug. 

“I dunno, hyung. She wouldn’t tell me anything besides that. I’m sorry, man.” 

Chan shakes his head, still analyzing every time you’ve spoken, or interacted, since he saw you during Jeongin’s heat. 

Honestly, it wasn’t much, considering you’d been avoiding him at all costs. 

He manages a weak grin, and stands, walking over to pat Changbin on the back. 

“Nah, it’s fine, mate. Thanks for telling me that much. I’ll figure it out.” 

Changbin glances up at him, expression unreadable, and gives a curt nod, already reaching for his headphones again. 

“She feels things really fucking deeply. Deeper than the rest of us. Sometimes she just needs a little space to figure it out. But she cares about you, hyung. A lot. She wouldn’t be this fucking worried if she didn’t.” 

Chan grips his shoulder a little tighter, a silent sign of acknowledgement, and goes back to his own work station. 

He knows Changbin’s right. Knows he speaks from experience. 

So why is his stomach still in knots? 

*******

Fuck. 

Your eyes dart around the small kitchen, helplessly looking for an escape route, before they settle on the two men sitting at the table, staring you down. 

You clear your throat, and try to work up an easy smile. 

“You were talking about me? I’m flattered Min.” 

Minho’s smirk widens, growing sharp and dangerous, as if he knows exactly what you’re trying to do. 

You’re sure he does. 

He pats the chair beside him, in the middle of he and Chan. 

“Have a seat.” 

You can’t think of literally anything worse in this moment, your skin already hot underneath Chan’s stare, your fingers itching at your side, your alpha begging you to please get the fuck out of here already.

You take a step backward, back toward the safety of the hallway. 

“That’s okay, I actually was just leaving to go on a run.” 

Minho’s brow arches a little higher. 

“At eleven PM?” 

There is amusement in his tone, as if he knows he’s caught you in an outright lie. 

You give a little shrug, and take another step toward the door. 

“I do my best running at night. Must be the wolf in me.” 

You don’t dare look at Chan, not when he’s right here, staring at you, expression unreadable. He hasn’t said one word since you entered the room, and you can practically feel your body withering from the shame of his heavy gaze. 

It’s like he can see right through you, and you need to get out of here, right now. 

“Anyway-” You’re halfway into the hallway now, the front door, your shining savior, within sight. You give the men a little wave and another unconvincing, weak smile. “-gotta go. Have fun.” 

You dart for the front door, nearly bowling an emerging Jisung over, sending his popcorn flying. 

“Hey!” He protests with a glare in your direction, but you don’t stop, tugging on your sneakers with record speed, before you barrel out the door of the apartment. 

“Sorry, Jisungie!” You call over your shoulder, because you are, but honestly, in times of crisis-

You can breathe easier out here, in the quiet darkness of the dorm hallway, even though you’re still practically jogging, headed directly for the elevator. 

You’re making a beeline for your dorm a few floors down, and you’re staying locked up in there until Chan decides to leave. 

Well, not leave, because he lives here too, but at least until he decides to go back to his own kitchen and stop talking to Minho about whatever the hell they were discussing. 

You slide through the gap of the doors in the elevator before they’re fully open, and pound the second floor button a few more times than necessary, catching your breath as you wait for the doors to close. 

They’re almost down to a sliver, and you think you’ve gotten away with your hasty escape, when an arm shoots through, bouncing them back open, and Chan steps into view. 

Immediately, the breath you’ve just regained leaves your body, as he joins you in the elevator, the doors hissing shut quietly behind him. 

There’s silence, the space suddenly feeling smaller than normal, as you stare him down warily from your corner. 

“What-” You start to say, in an attempt at least to fill the uncomfortable quiet, but Chan beats you to it.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He demands, dark eyes flashing, as the elevator jolts into motion. 

You brace yourself against the wall, your mouth dropping open at his serious, commanding tone. 

“I’m not avoiding you-” You start to protest weakly, the lie sounding unconvincing to even your own ears. 

“Bullshit” Chan cuts you off once more with a growl, taking a menacing step toward you, and suddenly, you know, you’re not dealing with Christopher Bang any longer, you’re dealing with his alpha.

His irrational, incredibly pissed off and slighted alpha. 

Fuck. 

The elevator feels tiny now, saturated with the scent of thunder, and you swallow hard, your own alpha flattening its ears in response. 

The sound of a ding signals the arrival of the next floor, and before you can make a move to do something, anything, Chan reaches behind him without a glance, and slams his palm down over the emergency stop button. 

The elevator grinds to a sudden halt with an eerie shriek of gears, and then there is silence, all movement ceased. 

Your mouth falls open once more, but you feel your own anger flare to life in the pit of your stomach, rising to meet his. 

“Chan, what the fuck do you think you’re doing-” 

He stalks toward you, and you shrink back into the corner, the cool metal of the hand bar digging into your back. 

“Exactly what I should’ve done when this whole nonsense started.” He growls, caging you in as he puts his hands on either side of your head, fingers digging into the slick, cool brushed metal of the elevator’s walls as he glares down at you. 

You’re choking on the storm now, your heart pounding against the wall of your ribs. 

But you hold your ground regardless, lifting your head as defiance flashes across your gaze, and frost starts to crackle outward from you, freezing the storm. 

“Oh? And what’s that? Emergency stop an elevator in a little temper tantrum?” 

His dark eyes flash, and a muscle ticks in his jaw, but his voice is steady when he responds. 

“If I have to trap you in a room with me to get you to talk over things like an adult, like my mate, then yes.” 

You scoff, looking away from his burning gaze. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” 

“That’s not what Changbin said.” 

Your head jerks up, your angry gaze meeting his. 

“Fuck Changbin.” 

“I do, and I enjoy it.” Chan fires right back without missing a beat, crowding you into the corner further, his scowl deepening. “But that’s not what we’re here to talk about, is it?” 

“I’m not. Avoiding you.” You grind out through gritted teeth, your jaw clicking with the immense pressure of keeping your rage back. 

It’s a blatant lie, and you both know it. 

Chan’s eyes darken, dripping golden around the pupils now, and when he parts his lips, his teeth flash in what’s almost a snarl, dangerous and threatening. 

You can practically feel his alpha’s teeth poised warningly over your exposed throat. 

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry before. 

“You think-” He begins, and his voice has dropped dangerously, a menacing growl in the back of his throat, a rumble in his chest. “-that even if I was stupid enough not to notice, he wouldn’t?” 

Your lips part, ready to spit something back, but something about his words ring true in the hollow pit of your stomach. 

He’s right. You could avoid him all you wanted, but your alpha, and his, would know. They were the ones who were suffering because of the distance, keening for their mates. 

Fuck, if it was hell for the two of you, it was fucking torture for them. 

Chan’s gaze hasn’t wavered from your own, not once, and when he speaks again, his words are just above a murmur, and you don’t miss the way his breath trembles on his next inhale. 

“I can’t fucking sleep, (Y/N.) I can’t eat, I can’t study, I can’t produce, I can’t do anything, because every single waking moment is spent trying to figure out what I did wrong and how to fix it.” 

You feel guilt drop like a hot pound of lead into the pit of your stomach. 

You lean your head back on the wall behind you, and meet his gaze head on, your voice quiet, but steady, when you reply back, “It wasn’t anything you did.” 

Confusion starts to pool into his expression, easing some of the anger, and you feel your own fury start to melt away like sand with the tide, leaving your body tired and heavy. 

“Then why?” He questions back, gaze boring into your own. 

You sigh, and glance behind him to the still blinking emergency stop button, wondering how much time you have before someone notices the elevator hasn’t moved and calls the fire department to rescue the two of you. 

That’s all you need right now. Better hurry this up. 

“I said something.” You announce without preamble, shifting your gaze to meet his own once more, sudden fear rising like bile in your throat. You force through the feeling, and swallow hard. “The day you asked me for help during Jeongin’s presentation.” Chan watches you closely, silently, and you give a little shrug and half a laugh-it’s awkward, and fleeting, and leaves the space in between you feeling heavier than before. 

“And I wasn’t sure if what I’d said-what I’d admitted-made you feel weird. I was scared I’d messed shit up, and I wanted to give you space to deal, if that was the case.” 

Chan cocks his head-the motion is endearing, like a puppy-and you resist the urge to reach up and push some of the curls back off his forehead with your fingers. 

Confusion is clear on every inch of his features now. 

“What did you-” He starts to ask, and then something clicks behind his expression, his eyes going wide and his jaw going slack. “Oh, you mean the love thing.” “Oh my god.” You groan, covering your face with your hands, already feeling your cheeks heat up. “Do we have to call it that?” 

When you peek back through your fingers, Chan is smiling, his lips pulled crookedly to one side, the gold fading slowly from his gaze. 

“That’s why you were avoiding me? You were worried about that?” 

“Yes!” You shriek,a little bit louder than necessary, and Chan’s grin widens even more. “I mean, that’s a fuck of a thing to announce to someone out of the blue, when they’re already dealing with a ton of shit and I didn’t know how you’d take it.” 

Chan tilts his head, regarding you. “But you’ve already told me you love me. Once before. Remember?” 

You stare at him like he’s just grown another head, and then it clicks. 

“That didn’t count!” You cough out, choking on your own spit, waving your hands wildly as you try to regain your breath. “That was like a post fuck thing, I was feeling sappy,  I just threw it out there to everyone in general, you guys had just saved me and given me the best orgasm of my life and it wasn’t-” “True?” Chan finishes for you, though there’s no hurt on his face, only slight amusement. 

“No!” You protest, growing angry again as you grow more flustered by the second. “It was true, it just wasn’t so-”

“Direct?” Chan tries once again, watching you closely. 

“Yeah.” You finish helplessly, your shoulders slumping. 

Chan gives a little laugh, and slides one of his large hands down the elevator wall to grip your chin in his fingers, raising your embarrassed gaze to his once more. 

His expression softens, the corners of his mouth settling into an affectionate smile, as you struggle a little and try to resist his gaze. 

“Baby. Look at me.” 

You finally do as he says, reluctantly meeting his eyes, and he arches a brow at you. 

The air between you is heavy with ice and storm, but it doesn’t feel so oppressive now. 

In fact, the headache you’ve been battling all week seems to be miraculously gone. 

Chan’s lips twitch, and you huff at him a little, folding your arms across your chest at his obvious amusement in your sheepishness. 

“Listen. If it hasn’t been incredibly fucking clear since the first time I met you that I’m head over heels for you, then I must not be doing enough to prove it to you.” 

Your own lips twitch into the hint of a smile then, and you begrudgingly uncross your arms from your chest. 

“No, you’re doing enough. Trust me. Following me around like a little lost puppy when I openly hated your guts for the first couple of weeks definitely sold it.”

Chan laughs, and the sound sends warmth cascading down your body. 

Your tired muscles feel a little more manageable now. 

 Chan leans in, and rests his forehead against yours. 

You take a moment to breathe him in, and then he murmurs, breath warm on your face, “Now, say it again, but don’t run away this time.” 

You smirk, keeping your eyes closed as you whisper back, “There’s not really anywhere for me to go. You saw to that.” 

He chuckles, breath fanning across your skin, but doesn’t move to pull away. 

You take in a deep breath, and let your hands skim up the warm length of his arms, letting your fingers take him in for a moment, before you breathe out, “I love you, Christopher Bang. Even though I hated your guts, and fucked up a couple of huge things, and you trapped me in an elevator with you-twice, I might add, against my will-I love you, and I don’t think that’s ever not been true.” 

Chan opens his eyes, and you stare into the golden flecks of his irises, before he pulls back, and his lips curve into the start of a smirk. 

“Now, was that so hard?” 

You swing an arm out and hit him lightly in the chest, giving him a fake glare. 

“Say it back.” 

He grins, and leans in, caging you with his forearms once more against the cool metal behind your head, his nose brushing your own. 

“I fucking love you, (Y/N), I always have. Even when you hated my guts. In fact, in retrospect, I think that made me love you even more.” 

You giggle, and Chan covers your mouth with his without warning, swallowing the sound. 

You let your hands trace up his back and into his hair, fingers tangling in his curls, as he flicks his tongue between the seam of your lips and into your waiting mouth. 

The sharp points of his canines graze and tug at your bottom lip, and you moan, breaking the kiss as you let your head fall back to the wall behind you, breathing heavily, as Chan presses kisses down your jaw, the column of your throat, tickling and teasing your skin as he nibbles your collarbone, traces your scent gland with his tongue. 

“They’re gonna send the fire department after us, you know.” You gasp out, gaze flicking beyond him once more to the flashing button on the wall, as he drops to his knees in front of you, fingers finding your hip bones. 

Chan looks up at you, lips red and kiss bitten, a grin stretching the pink skin over white teeth. 

He arches a brow. 

“Lucky for you, baby, they’re not incredibly known for their fast response time, and I’m a fairly quick worker.” 

You reach out a hand to stop him as he reaches for the closure of your pants, and when he looks up at you in confusion, your lips lift into a smirk. 

“What if I told you I wanted to take my time?” 

His lips slowly lift into a wicked grin of his own. 

“I think we can make that happen.” 

********

Your apartment is closer than Chan’s (by one floor, but hey, a floor is a floor), so after apologizing to some severely annoyed alphas who were waiting on the stalled elevator, you push through your front door and Chan doesn’t wait a second before he pounces. 

He backs you against the wall of the hallway, his hands dropping to your waist once more, his mouth already on yours. 

His tongue swipes around the inside of your mouth, and you groan into him. “About that taking our time thing-” 

Chan chuckles huskily, the sound going right to your core, and if you weren’t already incredibly wet before, you sure as hell are now. 

There’s a quiet sound behind the two of you and you freeze, leaning up to glance over Chan’s shoulder, suddenly on full alert. 

“Jeongin?” 

Chan follows your gaze, your mouth open in shock, to the omega standing beside the front door, waving sheepishly to the two of you, his cheeks almost as red as his hair. 

“Hey, noona.” 

You slip out beneath Chan’s arm and approach him, surprise clearly etched across your face. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I was waiting for you.” Jeongin gives a little shrug, but he won’t meet your eyes, embarrassment clear on his pretty features. “You said later earlier and I thought-” 

Oh. Fuck. 

You let out a sigh, suddenly feeling more than a little remorseful. “Sorry, Innie. I was hanging out at Minho’s and then Chan was there-” 

Jeongin glances down, scuffing his shoe into the worn carpet. “No, it’s fine, noona. I was just gonna sneak out when I heard the two of you, but I should’ve known I had no chance when up against a wolf’s hearing.” 

His hand reaches for the doorknob, and without thinking, you reach out and stop him. 

“Wait-” You swallow, his large, dark eyes flicking to you in surprise. “I mean. You can join us? If you want?” 

Jeongin stares at you, his pupils huge. 

“What?” Chan approaches, his hand going on your shoulder as he addresses Jeongin. “Yeah, Innie. It’s up to you, but we don’t mind-” 

You notice the way Chan reaches up to rub his neck as he speaks, as if he’s just as nervous over this as Jeongin is. 

“Don’t feel any pressure.” You hurry to reassure the omega standing in front of you. “I know you don’t have much experience, and one alpha on a good day is a lot, so if this is too overwhelming-”

Jeongin bites his lip and glances between the two of you. Finally, he says hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper, “I think I’d like that. But-” He takes in a nervous breath. “Can I just watch for a little bit first? Would that be okay?” 

You smirk. “Oh, so you’re one of those?” 

Jeongin instantly flushes, and you rush to reassure him you were only teasing, looping an arm around his shoulders as you lead him back toward your room, Chan following on your heels. 

“I’m just kidding, baby. There’s nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Minho loves to watch.” 

“He also loves to boss.” Chan says with a slight smirk, as he steps ahead of you and pushes open the closed door, allowing you both to pass first into the room. 

“That he does.” You laugh a little, and then turn to Jeongin. “Okay, pup. Pick your poison.”

Jeongin glances around, clearly still a little shy given the circumstances, and then he settles into the desk chair in the corner of your room, opposite the bed. He pulls his knees up to his chest and nods. “Okay. Just pretend I’m not here.”

Chan has come to stand against your back, tickling his fingers up and down your spine, brushing his nose across the juncture of your throat, and at Jeongin’s words, he groans, and you feel him press into you from behind. He’s still clearly worked up from before, the momentary pause hasn’t even phased him. 

“That’s gonna be pretty hard to do when you smell so fucking good, pup.” 

Jeongin looks wide eyed at Chan’s throaty admission, and leans over to not so subtly sniff his own shirt. “I don’t smell anything crazy.” 

Chan growls in his throat, and you smirk, reaching back to palm him through his jeans. He bucks his hips up into your hand, his fingers digging into your shoulders. 

“That’s because you’re used to how you smell, but you’re kinda blooming, Innie. It means your omega has sensed the presence of alphas-pack alphas-and is desperately trying to get our attention.” 

“Oh.” Jeongin murmurs, looking suddenly small. “I’m sorry, I can leave-” He makes a move to get up. 

“Sit down.” You command, and his pupils dilate at the sound of your timber, but he does as he’s told. You soften your tone a little. “You’re fine, Innie. You’re not going to distract from anything. If anything, your scent is going to make this all the more enjoyable.” 

Chan’s teeth graze over your scent gland, and you glance back at him, arching your brow. “Eager, are we?” 

Chan growls again, the sound a low rumble against your back, and snakes his hand around your waist, letting his fingers find the inside of your thighs. He applies pressure with the palm of his hand, and you arch your back in response, letting out a quick hitch of breath. 

“Very.” He replies, licking a stripe up the side of your neck with his tongue, tasting you. 

You turn to face him, your eyes flashing gold to match his own, but before you fully lose yourself in him, you glance once more at the omega over your shoulder, saying in a soft, serious tone, “Innie, if you want us to stop at any point, say something, and we will. Without hesitation.” 

He nods. “Yes, noona.” His eyes are wide, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches Chan pull you toward the bed. 

“Sit down.” Chan orders you, much like you had commanded Jeongin earlier, and you do so, but not without a slight smirk in his direction. 

“I’m not going to make this easy.” You warn, settling onto the edge of the bed, your expression wicked. 

Chan knocks apart your knees and stands between your legs, a look of annoyance on his features. One hand tangles into your hair and he yanks your head back, forcing you to look at him, as the other hand comes to loosely wrap around the front of your throat. 

You feel your pulse quicken under his hold.

“Don’t play that game, pet. Not right now. You already made me wait far too fucking long already.” Chan lifts his lips into the hint of a snarl, and the flash of his sharp canines has your inner thighs slick with want. 

He slides his hand slowly up the column of your throat, finally letting his fingers find purchase beneath your chin, tilting your head back even further. 

“But you know that already, don’t you?” He murmurs, staring down at you with something akin to a hungry predator in his dark gaze. 

You swallow beneath the hold he has on your throat, and arch a brow pettily in response. “Care to remind me?” 

Chan’s lips curl, and another animalistic growl slips through the barrier of his teeth. 

You hear Jeongin let out a sharp exhale from the corner, but you don’t look over.

Your entire body is electrified, waiting for Chan’s next move. 

“I could remind you who you belong to-” Chan muses, eyes flashing golden as he stares at you. “-but I don’t think that’s necessary, do you?” 

He leans down, and without warning, slips a hand down underneath the band of your pants. 

His fingers immediately touch your heat, and just by the look of satisfaction that flickers across his features, you can tell he feels just how wet you are already. 

He pulls back, and holds up his slick, glistening fingers for you to see with a cock of his head. 

“I think you already know.” He repeats in a low tone, advancing toward you now, backing you onto the bed, until he’s straddling you, leaning over your prone form. “Don’t you?” 

“Yes.” You breathe out, tired of playing already, tired of staying away from him. 

“Yes what?” He prods, lips curling up into the hint of a dangerous smirk, as he moves to strip you of your clothes. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

Chan freezes, his pupils blowing at the nickname, and a muscle in his jaw ticks, as if he’s silently fighting himself for control, his hands curling into fists beside you on the bed. 

You openly smirk up at him. “Oh, I knew you’d like that one. You know, given your certain proclivities.” 

His irises are completely drowning in gold now, his lips parted slightly as he stares down at you, his breath coming in harsh pants, his chest heaving. 

Still smirking, you roll your head to the side and find Jeongin in your line of sight, arching a brow in the omega’s direction. 

“Did you catch that, Innie? When he was fucking you through your presentation?” Your voice is smooth like butter, dripping with taunting. You’re playing with the alpha on top of you now, and you all know it. 

Jeongin stares at you, his stare moving slowly to Chan and then back again. “Catch what, noona?” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been holding his breath. 

You shift so you’re staring back up at Chan, looming over you, and your lips tick upward into a dangerous expression meant to goad. 

“Our Channie here has a little obsession-a fantasy, if you will-with breeding. He probably went easy on you the first time he knotted you, because you’re inexperienced, but he just loves to fill you up when he fucks you, loves the idea of stretching you with his seed and then his pups, hm, Channie?” 

A low growl rolls from Chan’s chest, and you hear Jeongin’s breath catch. 

The smell of cinnamon is overpowering. 

Chan pins your hands above your head in one smooth, quick motion, and leans over to bite down-hard-on your scent gland in the curvature of your shoulder. 

Not hard enough to mark or draw blood, but damn near close. 

Your body goes limp beneath him, your mind going blank, your jaw slack, and suddenly, any of the teasing from before is long gone, and the only thought is-alpha, alpha, alpha. 

He pulls back, licking his lips with a wicked smirk, and fuck it, he knows he’s won already. 

“I should punish you for teasing me, pet, but lucky for you, I’m far to eager to feel you squeezing every last drop out of me to make myself wait any longer.”

And without warning, he leans over and sinks his teeth into your muscle once again, sheathing himself fully inside of you in the same frantic motion. 

You cry out, the sensations hitting you all at once, and arch your body up into his hold. 

He hadn’t prepped you, but honestly, you were wet enough that he slid in without much resistance, and the friction was honestly close to pushing you over the edge already. 

Chan growls, the sound sending goosebumps over your skin, muffled by his hold on your shoulder, and thrusts wildly a few times, like an animal gone mad with desire. 

You let him, your fingers scrabbling at his skin, and letting your head roll to the side to give him more access to your neck, you catch sight of Jeongin, watching the two of you with something clearly hot, but tentative, on his features. 

Reaching a hand out, you splay it across Chan’s bare chest, stopping his movements, and he releases his teeth’s hold on you, as you say quietly to get his attention, “Chan.” 

He’s panting, but he stills, and the feeling of him filling you without moving is enough to drive you crazy, but you keep your focus on Jeongin as you hold out your free hand. 

“Done watching, Innie? Wanna join in?” 

The omega swallows, you see the way his throat bobs, and then he stands, looking suddenly nervous, but you can tell he’s intrigued and more than a little hot and bothered at this point if the tent in his pants is any indication. 

He approaches the bed, and swallows again. 

“You don’t have to.” You say softly, taking his hand in yours and rubbing his fingers. “I know this can be overwhelming, but if you want to-” 

He nods, glancing down at you, his eyes trailing down the length of Chan’s body atop yours, before he meets your gaze once more with a look of determination. 

“No, I want to.” 

“Good boy.” You praise, before you tug him forward and onto the bed beside you and Chan. You jerk your head at his clothes. “Take those off.” 

He does so quickly, and then sits back down beside the two of you once more, looking unsure. “Now what?” 

You give him an encouraging smile. “Now, you’re gonna kneel above me and slide yourself into my mouth.” You open your lips and lean your head back to show him, careful not to jostle Chan. 

Jeongin’s eyes go wide. “What? But what if I hurt you-?” 

A raspy chuckle leaves Chan’s lips, and he gives the omega a soft look. “You’re not gonna hurt her, pup. I promise.”

“You’re not.” You reiterate, as Jeongin finally takes a breath and moves to kneel above your head. You glance up at him, as you wrap your hands around the back of his thighs. “And besides, now is as good a time as any to talk about safe words and safety gestures. I won’t be able to talk, obviously, but if I need you to stop at any time, I’ll tap you twice, like this, okay?”

 I tap the back of his thigh with two fingers hard, twice. 

Jeongin nods, staring down at my head between his knees. “Okay.” 

“Okay.” You repeat back, parting your lips once more. “Whenever you’re ready.” Jeongin hesitates briefly, glancing to Chan, who gives him a little nod, and then he leans forward and places the tip of himself into your mouth. 

You adjust slightly to allow easier access as he slowly slides between your lips. 

You see the way his body tenses as he feels your tongue on him, but he still gives you a worried sort of glance. “Okay?” 

You nod slightly, and hum a sound of affirmation, before you let yourself suck, creating suction with your tongue. 

Jeongin instantly groans, his head falling back and his hands scrabbling to tangle in your hair. 

Chan takes that as his cue to move again as well, and he resumes his thrusting from before, his hips moving more rhythmically now. 

You feel Jeongin hit the back of your throat, and oh god, he tastes just like he smells, and fuck, with Chan moving like that-

You can feel the muscles in your body tensing, readying for release, as you keep working Jeongin with your mouth and Chan shunts your body over and over with his. 

“Fuck, noona, I-” Jeongin starts to say, and then he’s shuddering, and you feel him release, tasting the sweetness on your tongue. 

“Fuck.” Chan swears, watching Jeongin come for you, and then he leans forward, his sweaty skin sticking to yours as he rests his forehead on your chest, fingers digging into your wrists, and roars through his own release. 

Everything whites out for a moment as your own body uncoils, and you have to remind yourself to breathe, as Jeongin slowly pulls himself from your mouth and Chan lies on top of you, catching his breath. 

“Fuck.” Jeongin repeats, staring down at you, his eyes full of awe. “Fuck.” 

You give a weak little laugh and reach out to brush Chan’s sweaty hair back from his forehead. He glances up at you, his chin on your chest, and releases his hold on your wrists, one of his hands moving to your jaw and pinching your mouth open so he can look inside. 

A small smirk quirks the corner of his mouth as he says hoarsely, “A shame to waste all that perfectly good come on your mouth, baby.” You grin down at him, wincing slightly as he pulls himself out of you with a long, low groan. 

He flops down beside you on the bed, covering his face with his arm as his chest still heaves. 

On your other side, Jeongin collapses down as well, his hand finding yours, even though his eyes are closed. 

After a few moments of silence, Chan pushes himself up with effort, and scoots to the edge of the bed. He waves a finger between you and Jeongin’s prone forms. 

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” 

You give a sound of assent, but don’t open your eyes. 

Soon though, you hear the sound of his footsteps padding back, and he nudges you with his hand. 

“Drink this, baby.” You crack open your eyes, and take the bottle of water he offers you, passing the other one to Jeongin, who guzzles it down immediately. 

Chan slides back onto the bed between your legs, and begins to wipe down the sticky skin of the inside of your thighs with the warm rag, cleaning up all the residual juices that were left behind. 

You relax into his gentle motions, and when he’s finished, he turns to Jeongin, arching a brow at the younger boy. 

“Can I?” He asks, and Jeongin hesitates, before he nods slightly, spreading his legs for Chan to clean him up as well. 

You watch them-how gentle Chan is, how trusting Jeongin is-and you feel warm from head to toe. 

Warm and content. 

When he’s finished with Jeongin, you finally sit up and reach for the rag, motioning for Chan to lay back on the bed. 

“Okay, now you.” 

He opens his mouth, as if to protest, but Jeongin pushes him down gently with a hand to his chest and a small smile. 

“C’mon, hyung. It’s only fair.” 

Chan rolls his eyes, but lets you wash him over with the warm rag anyway, and you can tell, by the slight hint of pink on his cheeks, that he enjoys the tender touches just as much as you do. 

When everyone is cleaned up, you motion for Jeongin to snuggle down between the two of you, your arm looped comfortably across him, your fingers making nonsensical patterns on the warm, bare skin of Chan’s chest. 

Leaning over to press a kiss to the tip of Jeongin’s nose, you say softly, “I love you.” Jeongin glances up at you with large eyes, and his lips curve into a smile. 

“I love you too, noona. And you, hyung.” 

You grin and press another kiss to the top of his soft, red hair, before he glance across to Chan, who is watching you affectionately, a small smile on his lips. 

He arches a brow at you and whispers over the top of Jeongin’s head, “I’m proud of you. You’re getting better.” 

You grin back at him, and reach up with your free hand to cup his jaw, before you squish Jeongin between you as you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. 

“I love you, Bang Chan.” 

He tugs you forward for another kiss, and Jeongin whines slightly at being squished. 

“I love you too.” ********************************

“So, I’m guessing the two of you made up?” Changbin remarks offhandedly, leaning against the desk as he eyes you with an arch of his brow and a smirk on his lips. 

You give a little shrug, sifting through Chan’s papers to find the one you’re looking for. “I guess. How can you tell?” You stop, glancing back at him with a narrowing of your eyes. 

Changbin grins, his eyes dropping pointedly to the large black hoodie you wear. “That’s his favorite hoodie.” 

You hold out the heavy fabric so you can see the Nirvana logo printed across the front of it, staring at it skeptically. “Really? This old thing? I just stole this the last time we went over to his dorm after hide and seek.” 

Changbin laughs and shakes his head, leaning around you now to pluck up a piece of paper and present it to you. 

It’s the one you’ve been looking for. 

You snatch it from him with a teasing glare. 

“Really.” He nods, tugging at the hood of the hoodie teasingly. “This fucking thing is his favorite fucking thing on the whole planet, so the fact that he let you take it and wear it-” He shakes his head in slight disbelief, and smirks down at you. “-well maybe that just means that he has a new favorite fucking thing on the whole planet.” 

You grin at that. 

“I kind of like the sound of that.” Changbin grins back and tackles you onto the futon in the corner of the studio, tickling you as you shriek and struggle to get away from him.

“I knew you would.” 

[dandelions4us]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can’t walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell dissolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever.

[aimedis]

darlin' getting attacked by quinn while they're taking a late night stroll. he escaped his department cell somehow. they take him down but they're fatally wounded. blood everywhere, bones broken and fractured in every place imaginable and more. it's so bad that when the pack gets there and finds them laying in the grass, asher literally throws up. marie is on her way but sam and david are trying to help. it would never have been enough. david, sam, milo, and asher are just sitting over them, begging them to keep their eyes open.

"i took him down, sammy. all by myself..." they whisper, eyes focusing and unfocusing as they try to remain conscious.

"hell yeah you did, darlin'. tore his head clean off," sam responds, equally as quiet, "you did so damn good."

marie shows up then. and sam would never get the sound of his darlin's screams and cries while marie was healing them out of his head. or how they went deathly still when she was done.

they js fell asleep from the magic, it's okay i wouldn't kill them off (or would i?)

(bonus !!)

imagine darlin' waking up days later, still looping on all the healing magic in their system and they're just being sappy and giggly with sam. picture those "partner under anaesthesia" videos.

[wontune]

✿𝒇. sungho ( boynextdoor ) lockscreens

[all4seth]

can u write something with seth being more touchy than usual nd ppl noticing nd teasing him about it, nd like u can write the rest😔❤️IDK IF U TAKE REQUESTS ND ITS FINE IF U DON'T DO U, LOVE UR WRITING💞

seth clearwater x reader

summary: you and seth attend edward and bella’s wedding that takes place in the evening (unlike in the movies where it's noon or something)

i barely ever write anymore, i’m so sorry you had to wait this long for this 😔

i clumsily entered the living room and as i did, two pairs of eyes measured me up and down before my parents jumped up and hugged me.

“you look stunning sweetheart” my mom said, tucking strands of my hair behind my ear. “i knew this shade of purple would look incredible on you”

“thanks, mom”

“i thought you weren’t supposed to show up looking prettier than the bride” my dad joked.

i rolled my eyes and hugged him, just as the doorbell rang. i followed behind my parents, nervously fidgeting with my dress. as soon as they opened the door, they stepped aside, revealing my boyfriend.

my handsome boy.

he was holding two bouqutes of flowers, one of which he handed to my mom, who accepted it happily.

as his gaze met mine, his eyes widened and the world stood still, like it did the first time we ever saw each other.

“you are so beautiful”

my parents made us pose for a picture and they watched us in awe as we headed towards the car.

seth wrapped his arm around my waist and i gently let my head fall onto his shoulder.

“whose car is this?”

“billy lend me jacob’s since he’s… you know”

he started the engine and drove slowly, since it was still quite early.

“i still can’t believe edward and bella are getting married! i mean, everyone knows how in love they are, but still, this is huge! and they’re both just 18” i blurted out.

“it is kind of mind blowing"

seth placed his right hand on my thigh and my heart skipped a beat.

“is this alright?”

“yes” i answered and gave him a huge smile, which he must’ve seen, even though his eyes were glued to the road, because a shy smile quickly grew on his face.

"do you think they’re too young though?" seth asked, after taking a few moments to compose himself. "bella and edward, i mean”

“they are, they’re just about to graduate. on the other hand, they love each other and love drives us all crazy” i giggled.

“do i make you crazy?” seth asked jokingly.

“soo insane, but i bet it’s nothing compared to the other way around”

“i’m crazy about you” seth looked at me for a slight moment and my heart jumped again.

“i’m crazy about you too, seth, you have no idea”

after a little while, he pulled into the cullens’ driveway and reached for my hand as he opened the door for me.

i placed my palm in his and kissed him briefly. his face lit up and he kept me close, his arm around my waist.

we were warmly welcomed by esme, who led us to the garden.

fairy lights hung from the trees, resembling fireflies. a few rows of wooden seats were placed before the altar that stood covered in white, dainty flowers, much like the rest of the place. some of their petals had fallen on the ground, giving the scene a fairytale-like air.

seth placed his warm hand on my lower back and kissed my cheek.

“are you alright, sweetheart?”

“it’s beautiful” i stated, still in awe of the remarcable scenery.

“so beautiful” he whispered.

i turned to him, but he was already looking at me.

we sat down and people started showing up.

finally, bella walked down the aisle, holding tightly onto her father’s arm. edward stood patiently, looking at her as if it was only the two of them, nothing else mattered. tears streamed down my face, overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.

they vowed and kissed and it hit me - there’s no such thing as ‘too early’ when it comes to love. it’s all about taking risks and putting your pride aside, because once you find the one person you know was made for you, you must hold tightly onto them.

“i love you so much” i whispered to seth.

“i love you too, beautiful” he gently placed his right hand on my hair and kissed my forehead.

his left hand stayed on my thigh, while the other fell onto my shoulder.

once the party started, seth and i were separted by the crowd, when bella pulled me aside.

“congratulations, sweet girl, you did it!”

i embraced her into a hug, and when i tried pulling away, she held me a bit tighter and whispered "not yet, i just need a moment"

"wow, you're a mess!" i laughed, referring to her makeup, which was mostly gone, due to her crying multiple times. "but you're a pretty mess and i don't blame you; God knows how many times i cried during the ceremony and it's not even my wedding!"

"it's so not safe for me to cry here, alice yells at me and emmett makes fun of me"

“where’s he taking you for the honeymoon?” i asked, excitedly.

“i really don’t know, he won’t tell me” bella laughed.

suddenly, i felt a hand on my waist and felt seth’s lips on my shoulder.

“well, hello to you too” i laughed and pecked his lips.

bella giggled awkwardly and looked around for her groom, who was at her side in an instant.

“you better slow it down, seth, these people seem too tired to handle another wedding tonight” edward joked and we all burst out laughing, but seth’s hands remained glued to my hips.

after a few moments, they both laughed as if one of them had cracked some joke bella and i couldn't hear, so she and i simply exchanged a suspicious look.

the newly wed couple was quickly stolen away from us by the other guests, and seth and i found ourselves wandering towards the quiet forest.

we got to a dimly lit opening; “a thousand years” could still be heard from the speakers.

“how can i love when i’m afraid to fall?”

seth tenderly let his hands fall onto my hips and looked me in my eyes and the same feeling came right back into my chest.

“all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow”

i let my head rest somewhere between his chest and his shoulder, while we slow danced.

"i have died everyday waiting for you/ darling don't be afraid, i have loved you for a thousand years"

seth and i hummed along and mumbled the lyric "i'll love you for a thousand more"

[agusrkive]

“D0 U WANNA SEE MY CAT?”

gone wrong

summary: woman faces the consequence of inviting an innocent guy into her house who just wants to see her ‘cat’.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Ground Rules

Derek is leaving town for three days. He has to lay down some rules for the pack. [AO3]

The pack were gathered in the sunken lounge room of the loft. Cora had claimed the only arm chair, sitting with her legs over one armrest. Erica, Lydia and Allison sat on the couch, Isaac sitting on the floor at their feet while Scott and Boyd stood, leaning against the back of the couch and talking quietly with the others. Stiles laid on the floor beside Cora’s armchair, his arms flailing as he talked.

“Alright, listen up,” Derek called out.

The pack straightened up and turned to their alpha, alert and attentive. Stiles stayed prone, but his arms stilled and fell to his sides, the only sign he was listening.

“I’m going to be out of town for three days,” Derek announced. “So, let’s go over the ground rules.”

There was a collective groan of protest from the group.

“If you didn’t break them, I wouldn’t have to repeat them every time.”

The room fell quiet as the pack reluctantly listened.

“No adding to the population, no subtracting from the population,” Derek said, shooting a glare at his sister to drive home his point. “Do not end up in the hospital, newspapers or jail. If you do end up in jail—”

“Assert dominance,” the pack said simultaneously.

“What? No!” Derek objected, his eyes wide with shock and horror.

The pack were quiet for a moment.

“You call me and I will send the money to bail you out,” Derek told them. He closed his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh before adding, “And don’t use your one phone call to order pizza.”

“Who would do that?” Boyd asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Hands shot up around the room.

“My dad’s the sheriff, he knows who to call to get us out of trouble,” Stiles argued. “Meanwhile, I was hungry.”

“And don’t even think about trying to repeat what you did last time,” Derek said through gritted teeth, shooting a fierce glare at Erica and Stiles—or at least at where Stiles laid on the floor—knowing it was their idea.

Isaac looked puzzled. “What happened last time?”

“We had a competition to see who could break the most rules the fastest,” Erica explained.

“It was stupid,” Boyd said. At the same time, Cora asked, “Who won?”

Stiles’ hand shot up as he very proudly declared, “I did!”

“That’s not something to be proud of,” Derek said, exasperated.

Derek let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Please, just this once, can you follow the rules?”

The pack mumbled in agreement.

“Thank you,” Derek sighed with relief, although there was a part of him that didn’t believe them. He threw the strap of his duffle bag over his shoulder. “I’ll see you in three days.”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Age

@jegulus-microfic July 31, Word count 994

This is the final part of the Apple Core series

Previous part First part

James had been worried that Regulus would struggle to furnish his new flat and had offered to buy him what he needed, no strings attached. But Regulus had been smart. After he’d watched what happened to his brother, left penniless and with nothing but the clothes on his back, he made a contingency plan. Every pound he made went into a separate bank account to which only he had access and now had a healthy little nest egg, albeit a slightly smaller one after their shopping spree. 

James had sweet-talked the assistant in the furniture shop into giving Regulus a nice discount on the pieces he’d picked out. Everything was loaded up onto the truck as Regulus paid and was being unloaded by the time they’d walked the short distance back to the flat. 

“Did you buy the whole shop or something?” Sirius snorted as he waited on the street. 

“Something like that,” Regulus grinned. 

Sirius insisted on helping take the heavy items upstairs. So James suggested that Regulus wait on the street and keep an eye on his things.

It took an age to get everything upstairs. Sirius left them to unpack while he went to help Remus with the café.

“Wow, this sofa’s comfortable,” James said as he bounced up and down on it a few times, settling in.

“Hey, you can sit later, come and help me put the bed together,” Regulus ordered. James didn’t argue. He hopped up and followed Regulus into the bedroom. It was a bit of a squeeze putting it all together but eventually, there was a bed. 

“Now for the best bit,” James waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Regulus. Regulus jumped up and put his hands over the wriggling brows. “I meant unrolling the mattress. Gees Regulus get your head out of the gutter.” That earned him a few huffs and light smacks to his chest. He hauled the heavy box in and upturned it, letting the compressed mattress slowly slide out. “Want to do the honours?” He asked, holding up the little bag opener that came with the mattress. Regulus took it, and with his tongue poking out between his lips as he concentrated, he drew a long straight line down the plastic and watched as the squashy mattress expanded out of its casing. They both flopped onto it side by side. 

“I think I picked the right mattress. Regulus groaned as the memory foam cradled his body.

“I could get used to this,” James sighed, reaching his arms further up the bed until they brushed against the wooden headboard. 

“Oi, you two, if you’re shagging, stop and get down here, it’s barbecue time!” Sirius shouted up the stairs to them. With big sighs, James and Regulus reluctantly left the bed and trudged down the stairs. 

Sirius and Remus lived around the corner in a sweet little ground-floor flat that came with a garden. It was a lot bigger and a lot nicer than the one Regulus now lived in, but they’d put a lot of effort into making it that way. 

James walked straight through and started getting the barbecue set up. Sirius and Remus were useless when it came to getting the thing going and James quite enjoyed watching the fire light. Regulus came up behind him and watched as he piled the coals just right and added the firelighters. He stuck the long lighter in and clicked the button until the flame lit and held it near the firelighters. It didn’t take much and then heat blasted out of the base. 

“Want the tour?” He asked, waving at the flat. 

“Yeah, okay,” Regulus gave a half smile, but followed James back into the flat. He started in the living room. 

“They’ve got a very soft sofa as well,” James grinned, bouncing on it the same way he had on Regulus’s earlier. 

“If you break it, Potter, you’re paying for another one. Remember last time?” Remus poked his head out of the kitchen and raised his brow. James flushed as he remembered their old sofa that had broken in half when he’d had one too many and tried to wrestle it. 

“Er, yeah, sorry, Moony,”

“You broke a sofa?!” Regulus whispered unbelievably to him when Remus was out of sight. 

“Yeah, but it was old and buggered before I tried to put it in a headlock.” He tried to explain. Regulus shook his head in disbelief. 

“Right show me the rest of this flat then,” 

James showed him the bathroom, and they poked their heads into the bedroom. Regulus didn’t linger once he saw what was on the bedside table. They finally went to look in the kitchen. It was tiny but Sirius and Remus had made good use of the small space. Every scrap of counter, however, was full of dishes for their meal. 

“Right start taking this stuff out,” Sirius ordered as he finished mixing some sort of salad dressing. 

James and Remus cooked while Sirius handed out beers, and they sat down in the warm sun to eat. James was stuffed but still had room for a few toasted marshmallows. He looked over at Regulus and Sirius scrolling through TicTok together, laughing at the videos. He felt incredibly happy and lucky and all over a dropped apple core. They might just be starting out, but he could already see the mending relationship between the two brothers, so even if they didn’t work out, he’d always be glad Regulus had that, he’d make sure of it. 

“WHAT THE ACTUAL!!!” Sirius yelled at the phone in his hands. He began furiously scrolling through videos, getting redder and redder. James peeked over his shoulder and paled. Sirius had stumbled onto Wormtail’s account. James grabbed Regulus’s hand and whispered in his ear.

“Scarper?!” The other man nodded. James blew a kiss to Remus and then raced out of the place, Sirius’s ranting following them down the street as they headed back to Regulus's flat. 

Second part of the series (Wolfstar)

[slippingkim]

Hellooooo!! It's my first time sending you a message but not anonymously hehe.

Any thoughts with Sunoo is black/white plain shirt? Like omggg~ he's so cute and hot at the same time because of his body built🥹

Ikr, I love his broad shoulders and tiny waist combo ❤️❤️

His build is so perfect. But one of my personal favorite features of his are his fingers<333333 they’re so slim and pretty like look ☹️☹️

And his eyes & eyelashes are so pretty as well his light-hazel/brow combo is just amazing :(

[dangerouscoffeetheorist]

“Okay, Theo I need to clean it. This is going to hurt a little. Is it okay if I touch you?” Melissa asks, waiting for a response. Theos eyes snap up at her and he makes a big show of rolling them. “It’s fine.” He says dismissively and goes back to looking at the roof fairly indifferent despite bleeding out on her couch.

Most people wouldn’t think twice about it, would take what the boy says at face value. But she knows Theo is very good at lying and Melissa has been a nurse for a long time. She knows when someone has a problem with touch, and Theo Raeken has an overflowing bucket of past medical trauma he refuses to acknowledge. But, he’s given her his permission and he’d probably rather sink back into the floor then address it with her right now.

-/-/-/

Theo is forced into the pack against his will when Melissa finds out he's ticklish. Melissa and Chris become Theos self appointed guardians of the wayward teen.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 33

Summary: The long awaited wedding is realized with a little help from friends, inspiring Y/N to make a difficult decision Paul would have never expected.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, GRAPHIC depictions of death and blood

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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The first wedding dress she wore was burned to pieces. Chief Swan returned it a few weeks into the “investigation”, once they processed the evidence on it. Blood had seeped into the material, and dried it to crisp. The smell remained, metallic, strong enough to make her gag the moment she unsealed the bag. Paul didn’t wait for her to say it, making a bonfire in the backyard. With a slight nod on her behalf, it was tossed into the flames as the two stood watch in silence. It felt like a private vigil, no curious photographers or well-meaning friends they’d have to control their emotions for. No, they allowed themselves to wrap arms around one another and wept like children as the trauma of that day turned to smoke and ash. 

Y/N doesn’t regret that decision, even if she barely has anything to wear now. With their wedding half an hour away, she’s chewing on her bottom lip incessantly. The only white dress she owns used to be her mother’s. It’s a little old-fashioned and it has a funny smell to it, but it’s acceptable. If anything, her mother would probably love the idea or would have suggested it herself. The thing is, she’s never once wore it before. It’s one of the few things she’s kept of her mother, wearing it would ruin the magic. 

“You know she wouldn’t mind,” Paul says softly as he buttons his white shirt. “But if you feel uncomfortable, wearing another color for your wedding isn’t a mortal sin.”

Glancing at him, she smirks. “I want to match my groom, though if I decide on red it would match your cheeks.”

Winking at her, he chuckles. “I’m not blushing, it’s sunburn.”

“Sure it is,” Y/N grins.

“Whatever you decide, you’ll look amazing in it. The dress isn’t as important as the girl in it.”

Rolling her eyes, she huffs. “Easy for you to say. You always look like a Greek god.”

Pressing a kiss to her temple, he places his hand on her right hip. “I can never compare to you. When will you learn to accept your beauty?”

Looking up at Paul from under her long, mascara-coated lashes, Y/N suppresses a smile. “I love you.”

“I know,” he purses his lips, tapping his nose. “Pheromones are easy to pick up on.”

Cocking an eyebrow, she clicks her tongue. “Aaaand you’re banned from this room.”

Chuckling, he raises his hands in mock surrender. Taking a few steps back, he bites his bottom lip. “Alright, alright. I’ll eagerly wait for you to come down. Whatever you choose will be perfect, so don’t stress about it, okay?”

As the door closes, she sighs. Staring at the white dress, she runs her fingertips along the material carefully. It’s stiff, and a few sizes smaller than she used to wear. Losing weight during the grieving period will do her well now. Perfume should be enough to cover the funky smell from being in the closet for too long, and the color is still vibrant enough despite the small yellowish stain on the underdress. 

Inhaling deeply, she takes it out and pulls the zipper down. Putting it on, she realizes it’s a little snug on her hips, but it zips all the way up. It comes down to just below her knees, the slit on the back running a bit high for her taste, but her ass isn’t falling out of it and that’s all that matters.

This is when the feeling sinks in…this might be the beginning of the end. She doesn’t know how long she has, but her death is looming over both their heads like an axe and it’s only a matter of time until the blade finds her neck. 

She’s going to do this, be Paul’s wife. Making new memories, loving him, being happy – it’s all she’s ever wanted. Maybe their forever is a little shorter than she wished for, but it will be beautiful down to the bitter end. 

Swallowing thickly, she runs her hands down her thighs, making sure to straighten out any ripples. The long sleeves will be a hassle in a house full of shapeshifters who radiate heat, and the lace will definitely be itchy. Putting on red lipstick, she practices a soft smile in the mirror. Daisy will want to take a lot of photos, she can’t look like a gummy loon in all of them. She needs at least one good photo to frame for the house. 

The screen on her phone lights up. 

We will be there.

Alice? 

Y/N was thinking about maybe calling the Cullens and inviting them, but she planned on checking with Paul first…guess they would have invited them after all if Alice saw it in her vision. 

Smiling in disbelief, she heads to the stairs. Paul’s already talking to Embry and Seth, their voices are loud enough to be heard throughout the house. 

“You look beautiful,” Daisy covers her mouth, suppressing tears as she greets Y/N on the staircase. “Can’t believe you didn’t tell me you’d do this!”

“In my defense, we decided on it like an hour ago.”

Nodding vehemently, Daisy takes a few steps back before pulling out her phone. “Fine, fine, but let me take some pictures.”

“Can you make that less Dahmer sounding, please?” Y/N grimaces.

Giggling, Daisy sniffles. “I require a pose for the camera. Does that sound better?”

Striking a pose, Y/N winks. “Will this work, paparazzi?”

“Ah, yes, perfect!”

They had fun as the guys set up everything downstairs. Embry called Sam to ensure all the Bluetooth speakers were brought to the premises. Seth went to the store to grab some flowers, and Quil ended up in charge of setting up fairy lights. Jared and Kim decided to work on the playlist and a slideshow for the bride and groom. Emily ended up finishing dinner. The Cullens came prepared with dessert, a pair of heels Alice insisted would go best with the dress Y/N chose and Rosalie had found a headpiece for her hair. Bella and Esme helped curl everyone’s hair and Jacob bought her favorite perfume.

“Alice said you were out,” he forces a small smile for her sake but she can tell something’s on his mind. 

“Where’s Renesmee?”

Rubbing the back of his head, he shrugs. “She has a date.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I actually love it when she decides to do teenage stuff for a change.”

Frowning, Y/N shakes her head. “Aren’t you two together?”

“Sometimes,” Jacob sits by her side. “If I’m perfectly honest with you, I prefer being friends. I made that clear to her before. She’s finally taking that to heart and I’m glad.”

“Doesn’t that make you redundant down the line? If she marries someone, won’t that mean you’re kind of on the hook for life unable to do the same because you’re always waiting on her call?”

Nudging her with his shoulder, Jacob smiles. “Don’t worry about me. I’m going to figure my shit out.”

“Jasper is using his power,” she states. “The weight off my heart is lifted.”

“I’m not,” Jasper appears before her. “What you’re feeling is happiness. It’s not fabricated.”

Smiling, she grabs onto Jasper to pull herself onto her feet. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Really?”

“You helped me get through some dark times. I’m grateful. Truly.”

Managing a smile, Jasper nods. “It’s nice to be appreciated for a change.”

“If you’d stop using your powers to make me feel scared when you want to mess with me, I’d appreciate you more too.”

Jasper snorts. “You’re an easy mark.”

Shaking her head at their antics, Y/N heads downstairs to look for Paul, nearly toppling over. Jasper’s icy arm around her waist steadies her, earning himself a breathless thank you. 

Seeing all the decorations, her eyes widen. Heading toward the sound of Emmett and Embry bickering about song choices on the playlist, Y/N clears her throat.

Embry glances at her over his shoulder. “Just a sec!” His head snaps back immediately. “Holy hell, you didn’t have to go so hard!”

Running to her, in an instant Y/N is off the floor, spinning in a circle. Holding her up, Embry stops as a throaty laugh escapes him. “My jaw is literally on the floor. You’re gonna have to patch me up before getting married, doc.”

Slapping his shoulders, she giggles. “Shut uppp!”

“Not my fault you’re drop dead gorgeous. Paul will die!”

Pressing her lips in a thin line, she shakes her head. Joking about death in their house is not exactly in good taste, but it’s Embry. He means no harm.

“You can let me down now,” she instructs.

“Not until Daisy says she’s got a perfect shot.”

“Almost there, babe!”

Bursting out laughing, Y/N nods. “Fine, fine, ahh!”

“I hear someone’s been bothering my fiancé.” Paul leans on the doorway to the backyard, his hands wrapped across his chest. The sleeves of his shirt are pulled up, and Y/N has to physically stop herself from panting. He looks so stupidly handsome doing absolutely nothing but grinning at her and she knows everyone can hear her heart betray the way she would much rather be ripping her man’s clothes off.

“Alright, I guess I should put you down before you pounce on the wrong guy,” Embry teases.

Rolling her eyes, she smacks his arm playfully. “Just because you can tell, doesn’t mean it’s fine to verbalize it.”

Walking to Paul’s side, she watches his teeth grab onto the soft flesh of his bottom lip. He’s nervous too, and probably holding back as much as she is. 

“He is,” Edward grimaces. Shaking his head, he looks at Bella. “Maybe using your shield would be beneficial to us all for the night.”

A few steps away from Paul he loses his patience, grabbing her by the waist. She’s flush against his chest, her lips claimed by his hungrily. Her hands find a home on his face, holding her breath as he devours her mercilessly.

“We’ll need to fix her makeup,” Alice whines, eliciting a laugh from Y/N.

Paul pulls back, breathless as he laughs too. “She’s right about that.”

“You’d really match my red dress more now,” Y/N swipes some of the red lipstick from under his nose.

“I’ll work on Paul,” Alice sighs. “Rosalie, please handle Y/N.”

In a blink, Y/N finds herself in her room, sitting in front of her mirror. Her heart is bashing against her ribcage as she struggles to catch a breath. “I really hate when you do that!”

“You’re the one deciding a makeout session was worth messing up your makeup,” Rosalie reasons. “Besides, I have a better idea about all that,” she gestures to Y/N’s face. “Makeup, I mean. I’m not going to peel your face off, or anything.”

Smiling, Y/N nods. “Well, it’s good to hear you say it.”

“I brought makeup that won’t stain, so you can eat each other’s faces all night as far as I’m concerned after I’m done with you.”

Looking up at Rosalie with a coy smile, Y/N raises her eyebrows. “You’re a softie underneath the whole mean girl act, aren’t you?”

“If you tell anyone, I might have to kill you.”

Again with death jokes. Clearing her throat, Y/N forces a smile. “Wouldn’t want that!”

Rosalie works quickly, creating her masterpiece within a few minutes during which Y/N thinks about the amount of time she’d save if she had superhuman speed the vampires possess.

“Like it?”

Realizing she kept her original look with minor changes, Y/N smiles. “Love it.”

Once they return, Y/N takes Paul’s hand in hers.

“I don’t want to walk alone,” she whispers. 

“You won’t,” he promises quietly. “Everyone, take your places, make the final preparations.”

“Okay, but we kinda need you in position too,” Seth speaks up.

“I’m exactly where I need to be.”

The room empties quickly, leaving the two alone with their thoughts.

“No second thoughts?” Y/N cups his cheek as Paul’s lips spread in a smile.

“No thoughts in general,” he winks. “Not when you’re in front of me.”

“So, we’re doing this?”

“You bet your ass we are. I’ve been plotting this for almost two decades, dove.”

“Dove,” she pauses. “You haven’t called me that in years.”

“Wanna know why I called you dove back then?”

“Hmm?”

“Because you were skittish like a dove, and I was constantly terrified you’d fly out of my life again and I may never see you again. It was a way for me to remember how fleeting every moment with you might be, how I have to refrain from falling in love.”

“Damn, I didn’t realize I traumatized you that bad.”

Leaning in, his nose brushes hers. “As much as a wild dove can be skittish and fly away, once you earn their trust, a dove is calm, loving, and brings peace to the one they bind themselves to. Most of them mate for life. That’s why tonight, I can call you dove without feeling like my heart will explode in my chest.”

“Don’t go telling me all your vows in here,” she jokes.

“I’m not. There’s nothing I can say that would ever be able to describe the depth of my love for you. There are no words in any language that would do it justice.”

Letting out a soft exhale, her lips pressed against his for a moment, pulling back immediately to check if she smudged his face again. 

“Rosalie did well,” she smirks before giving him another kiss.

Hearing the music playing, they pull away, sharing one last look before heading outside.

Under the blanket of the night sky, the backyard looks like a fairytale illuminated by twinkling fairy lights that weave through the branches of towering trees. The air is filled with the fragrance of fresh flowers, their vibrant colors popping against the velvety darkness.

“We couldn’t find enough flowers of the same kind, so they bought all the flowers they could find and combined them,” Paul explains and she nods, admiring the beautiful scenery they managed to create so quickly. 

At the center of it all stands a magnificent floral arch, a labor of love crafted by both the Cullens and the pack. Blossoms of every hue cascade down the arch in a mesmerizing display, proving that once mortal enemies can become friends.

As the guests gather around, their breaths held in anticipation, Sam Uley steps forward, radiating a quiet authority befitting the officiator of this sacred union. His voice carries through the still night air, imbued with a solemn reverence that commands attention.

"Friends, family, and loved ones," Sam begins, his words echoing softly in the hushed atmosphere. "We gather here tonight to witness the joining of two souls, bound by love and fate."

Paul and Y/N stand before the arch, their eyes locked in a silent exchange that speaks volumes. Though the memory of their previous attempt at marriage lingers, a shadow of tragedy, tonight is a chance for redemption, for a new beginning bathed in hope. Maybe the prophecy can be changed.

She glances at their friends who are now more like family, her gaze lingering on Alice for a moment who nods with a smile, encouraging her to go on.

With trembling hands and hearts overflowing with emotion, they take turns speaking their vows, each word a declaration of their unwavering commitment. If anyone ever doubted they would one day get to this point, Paul and Y/N are glad to prove them wrong. 

"Y/N," Paul's voice is steady, filled with quiet strength and love. "From the moment I first laid eyes on you in your quirky zebra stockings when you were like five, I knew you were meant to be in my life. You are my rock, my guiding light through the darkest of nights. With you, I have found a home, a sanctuary where I take my armor off. We had a rocky start, but I believe it was part of what makes us so great today. It allowed us to grow, to find healthy ways to overcome endless hardships. So, I promise to cherish you, to protect you, to stand by your side through every trial and triumph. You are my everything, now and forever."

Tears glisten in Y/N's eyes as she returns his gaze, her voice trembling yet resolute. "Paul," she whispers, her words a soft caress against the night breeze. "You are my steadfast companion, my constant source of strength. With you, I have discovered a love so deep, so maddening I nearly had myself committed. Even when I couldn’t stand to be around you, you were my knight in shining armor. You have shown me the true meaning of devotion, of sacrifice, of unconditional love. I vow to stand by you, to support you, to love you with every fiber of my being, for as long as I live." She pauses, her smile faltering ever so slightly, “And beyond.”

As they exchange rings, a tangible symbol of their eternal bond, a sense of serenity washes over them. Despite the uncertainties that lie ahead, at this moment, surrounded by the love of their friends and family, they find solace in each other's arms.

With a final exchange of vows and a tender kiss, they seal their union. The night was worth remembering, and thanks to Daisy there would be no shortage of photographs to ensure as much. The diner that followed, the first dance to “Wildest Dreams” by Taylor Swift, and Y/N’s sneaky way of rubbing cake frosting on Paul’s nose had everyone laughing until late...late into the dark night. Once Cullens graciously offered to help clean everything up, so the couple could rest the next day, everyone had left. Despite the exhaustion, Paul and Y/N made love lazily all night, unable to keep their hands to each other, taking their time, exchanging breathy ‘I love you’s’. 

Tracing circles on Paul’s chest, half asleep, Y/N speaks quietly.

“You know wolves mate for life, too?”

Paul opens an eye, “I’m not surprised. We shift into wolves, hence imprinting.”

“I never really thought about how beautiful it is, though. Having someone you can trust blindly, never to fear betrayal of the worst kind. At first, it freaked me out…I felt like you were forced to love me.”

“And then you realized I was insane about you since before I had armpit hair?” Paul chuckles.

“Pretty much,” she presses a tender kiss to his collarbone. “I know we both feel like us not getting together before was probably some sort of a divine intervention that helped us be where we are now, but I feel sad about all that time we lost.”

“If I had just been less of a coward back then and looked you in the eye instead of always staring at you from a distance, you’d have never left.”

“And I’d never spend a decade wasting my time, drowning in my insecurities. I could have been here for you when your dad died, the way you helped me with the death of both my parents…I’m really sorry I wasn’t with you then.”

“We were kids,” Paul tucks her hair behind her ear. “When I imprinted now, even with all the supposed animosity, we were adults who could work through our shit. If I imprinted then and saw what I saw…I don’t think either one of us would ever be capable of comprehending it. If I was so stupid about it as an adult, imagine how stupid I’d have been then.” Kissing the top of her nose, he turns on his side. “Besides, I was explosive back then. I could have seriously hurt you.”

“I don’t think you would have.”

“It’s a chance I’ll never take. Not with you.”

Closing her eyes, she turns on her side as well, facing Paul fully.

“I’ve thought about it,” she whispers.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t want to leave you,” she continues. “Ever.”

“Y/N?” Paul frowns, his heart beating faster.

She opens her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. “If there’s a chance we can evade the prophecy, the vision, whatever you call it…I say let’s try.”

Sitting up, Paul covers his mouth. Looking back at her, his eyes wide in shock, Paul pauses. “You mean -”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

Nodding, she sits up too. Pulling her knees closer to her chest, she rests her chin on the left one. “I’ve made my decision.”

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A/N: Sorry for the long wait. We are nearing the end of the series. As you've noticed, I don't tag anyone anymore since Tumblr limited text posts to a certain number of words that I usually excede and have to rewrite parts of the fic so it fits their limitations. Hope it finds you without a tag one day :) Anyway, let me know your thoughts and feelings and especially theories for the final chapters.

PART 34

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[thewulf]

Hiiii! I read your Paul story and I absolutely loved it!!! I was wondering if maybe you could write about Seth Clearwater? He’s always been one of my comfort characters lol and i’ve had literally the biggest crush on him since I first watched twilight when I was like 12 lmao.

Anyways here’s my request. So basically Y/n is one of Bella’s good friends. Although they’re like really really good friends they could nottttt be any more opposite than they already are. Y/n is an extrovert and leans into more of the cliche popular fun girl type? if that makes sense. anyways so bella was invited to come hang out at the beach(i mean like bonfires and burgers and hotdogs.) with Jacob and basically the entire pack and his family. and bella invites y/n because idk she didn’t wanna go alone? And while bella and jacob are dilly dallying leaving y/n alone she goes to go sit by the bonfire. and embry and the other boys come up to y/n. (because totally hot girl they’ve never met duh ofcourse they’re come up to her and chop it up.) and when y/n looks up at the boys and makes eye contact with seth. botta bing botta boom seth imprinted on y/n and kinda just stands there like a lost puppy and the boys just drag him away. later seth comes back and apologizes for earlier and then they spend the rest of the night just talking and have fun!!!!

idkkk i’ve always loved this idea but i’ve never wrote it out! also i just really love fluff and all that lolll. sorry if my request didn’t make sense i tried putting it all together the best i could lmao. anyways ty for your time!!

Stoppp I love this... and I LOVE cliche even more!! My fav is awkward fluffy so this is quite literally perfect. And Seth is just so cuuuuuute!! Hahaha you got it anon!

[indigo-greer-collins]

so hypothetically if i wrote guy asher freelancer and angel going on a silly little adventure

would

would you

would you read it