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[wolfxhan-blog]

Bonding

Breakfast was done and all the pack members were slowly drifting away from the kitchen and getting on with their jobs and tasks, or just whatever they wanted to do. Lu Han had left the table early again that day, after finishing his meal, and gone for a short walk. He dreaded staying in his human form for a long time and had wanted to stretch his paws. He didn’t per se dislike the humanoid form, he just like feeling the dirt or the snow under his paws and wandering about as a wolf. Besides, he still had a hard time adjusting to pack life and took it as an opportunity to have a moment for himself and clear his head in the fresh morning air. When he had arrived back and switched to his humanoid form again though, he had entered the house and stopped at the door to the kitchen. He turned his head, looking in through the door and watched Joonmyun as he  cleared the table and cleaned up after the pack. He felt curious about the wolf after hearing how he had never hunted before. Obviously he was way more in touch with his human self, unlike Lu Han who was more in touch with his wolf self. He watched a little while, standing in the opening of the door till he finally quietly stepped through. His steps were light so he decided to speak up to make himself noticeable and not scare the other male. “Hey. Everyone finished?” He decided to start off with a simple and more business-like question as he wasn’t sure how to start the conversation otherwise.

[wolfxjoon]

Breakfast was always a bit of a hassle. People filtered in and out of the room as they woke up, and everyone was rather ravenous especially now that it was mating season and everything. And because everyone woke up at different times, the breakfast went on and on until it was almost noon. Not everyone in the pack was an early riser like Joon.

But Joon didn’t horribly mind that, and he thought it an important duty to make sure everyone was fed before they headed out to face the world. It left him feeling satisfied each time he finally could start clearing the table and do the dishes, and by then he was always already thinking about lunch and what to prepare for it. That was probably why Luhan could stand so long in the doorway without him even noticing him; he was just that deep in thought as he worked quietly and efficiently.

He did jump a little when Luhan finally spoke, but he turned to look at him with a small smile regardless. “Oh, you’re back already? I didn’t expect to see you in a good long while. How was your run? Everyone is done but there’s still some food left if you got hungry.” It was usually why people approached him in the kitchen anyway; aside from Dae, the members weren’t horribly keen on helping him with the household chores. Not that he wanted them to, anyway, because he saw it as his duty to take care of those things on his own. Everyone else had much more important things at hand anyway.

[salxmandxr]

stress | xing x joon

[salxmandxr]

Yixing did not even move or react when suddenly Joon was helping him sit up. He sighed and forced himself to sit up. He offers them a gentle smile, just staring at them almost not hearing what they were saying. Joon was always so sweet and caring and Yixing really liked that about the other. He was someone that could always be there for everyone when they needed them. And Yixing found that very endearing.

Taking a deep breath he just chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m okay, thank you though.” He gently hugs them. “I’m trying to get all the pack history straight, it’s hard since I wans’t born into this pack you know? This position is still rather new to me.” he frowns a bit feeling a bit helpless. “And well I do feel lonely sometimes.” he admits as he starts eating the food the other had brought him. 

“Do you think you can help me out just a little? Just make sure I didn’t get anything wrong? Fill me in on what you do know?” he asks them eagerly. Hoping they would agree but he wouldn’t be upset if they didn’t want to. Sometimes history was boring, he understood that. 

[wolfxjoon]

“You should sit with me in the kitchen to study so you wouldn’t be alone like this,” Joon continues to scold him, although there is no bite to his tone of voice. He doesn’t mean to be angry or anything either, but he does want Yixing to understand that he doesn’t have to hide away like this unless this is what he wants or needs in order to concentrate on his task at hand.

Being the teacher of the pack is a very responsible position, Joon knows, and he has a lot of respect for Yixing. He could never do it, for one, so he really looks up to him. Then again, he looks up to pretty much everyone in the pack anyway; all of them have qualities he wishes he had but doesn’t.

“I don’t know if I can help you a lot,” he says as he sits down next to Yixing. “I’ve only been here for three years, it’s not a whole lot... And learning anything has never been my strong point.” He offers him a sheepish, flustered smile, reading through what Yixing has written on the paper on top of the pile. “But let’s see. At least I can keep you company for a bit, if nothing else.”

[wolfxjongdae]

Dae let out a slight sigh of relief, happy that he didn’t offend the other male in any way. He smiled at the comforting gesture and finished up with the cookies.

“Knowing Taozi and Kai they wouldn’t let that happen either. Remember the other day when we introduced them to salads? That was hysterical to watch.” he giggled at the memory, a sort of fondness sweeping over him. He paused when he heard Joonies’ words.

“Don’t rush it, darling. We are all still working things out ourselves. I’m glad you love being here with us. It’s nice to have someone that I can bond with around me; it was rather lonely being the only caretaker type in the pack. I thought I was going to go insane.” he commented. Picking up the sheet trays of cookie dough he manuvered past Joon to place them in the oven, sliding them in with quick hands.

[wolfxjoon]

“This is family,” he replied as though it was plain as day. And of course it was, to most of them at least. Joon knew that many of his pack members had never known any other family, any other way of living, and he too felt as though this was just right. The last thing he wanted was to go back to being alone in the big city, surrounded by humans who despite looking a lot like him were not his kin.

“They are quite a handful,” he admitted, finishing up the dinner preparations and letting everything cook for now. Soon he could start setting the table, although he wasn’t sure if everyone would be home at the same time to dine together; as it was, oftentimes meals weren’t eaten together, but people trickled in and out of the kitchen area as they got hungry or arrived home. “But Taozi likes children, too, he just doesn’t talk about it a lot. He’s secretly a real softie though, I will say.”

[wolfxbaekhyun-blog]

Baekhyun sat back and wrapped his arms around Joon’s lithe body, pulling him flush against his own by the waist so he was sitting on his lap, back to chest, secured between his spread legs. He was hot all over, trembling in urgency, and Baekhyun was filled with the desire and need to ease the burning heat inside him, to fuck it out of his system. 

“I will,” he murmured softly against the warm crook of Joon’s neck, nuzzling his neck and temple and hair as the other’s lips brushed against his throat, inviting and soft. He slid his hands down his waist to caress his hips, to stroke across the bumps of his hip bones and over his cock, fully erect and throbbing in a way that excited him. He gave it a few experimental tugs, unable to ignore the opportunity despite knowing that Joon was in need of something more - and so was he. 

“You’re all ready from down here, aren’t you?” he asked in the sweetest tone as he dipped his slim fingers beneath Joon’s balls, massaging his entrance in slow circles, pushing a fingertip inside up to the first joint to feel how ready he was. He couldn’t stop the smirk spreading on his lips as the ring of muscle clenched around his index finger. “For this we should get me naked, too. Will you help me take off my clothes?”

[wolfxjoon]

Baekhyun might seem like a bottom to the others, and well, clearly he didn’t mind submitting to the strongest members of the pack, but Joon knew that was not everything there was to Baekhyun and his desires. He leaned back against him easily enough and he kissed and nibbled his neck, leaving faint marks in his wake, as he absentmindedly turned off his dildo because he did not want to come accidentally. Although in heat like this he could last several rounds... But even so, it would be so much more satisfying to get off to Baekhyun rather than just this toy.

“All ready,” he replied, reaching up to kiss Baekhyun’s jaw line hotly, wetly. He eased the toy out and dropped it on the floor, allowing Baekhyun the space to feel him up. He was wet with the lube and burning with need. And he did not need to be told twice; he twisted around and got back on his knees so he could strip Baekhyun off his shirt and then tug down his sweatpants, lips busy worshipping whatever skin that he revealed underneath, needy little noises bubbling up at the back of his throat.

“Please...” He did not know what he was asking for exactly- he just needed the other to touch him, to talk to him, to sate him so he could finally feel something else other than the constant need. Oh how glad he was that he was no longer alone with only his toy there to pleasure him.

[lancashiresassyoung-archive-blog]

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[wolfxjongdae]

Jongdae paused, guilt bubbling in the pit of his stomach. Of course Joonie lived amongst humans most of his life, how could he forget? He found himself backtracking almost instantly.

“Well, even though it sounds strange maybe I’ll see what vegan food tastes like one day. Perhaps it would be more healthy.” he started, but frowned when he felt a shift in the other males’ mood, the air tainted with a feeling that was all too familiar.

“Hey hey Joonie, I’m glad you’re here. I don’t think we would’ve survived as well as we did without you here to help us. If you didn’t come into the pack when you did, we all would’ve been feral by now.” he continued, trying to pour all of his appreciation into his voice.

[wolfxjoon]

One of Dae’s best qualities was his sensitivity to others’ feelings. Joon appreciated it a lot, being a rather emotional person himself, and it always touched his heart deeply to realize how much Dae cared for him. “You don’t have to ever try anything vegan, our hunters will make sure of that,” he replied, giving Dae a sweet smile. “Meat is good for you. You’re a wolf, after all.”

He reached out with a hand to give Dae’s arm a soft squeeze before resuming cooking once more. “You’re too kind,” he said truthfully. “Thank you. It means a lot. And I am happy here, I really am. I do not wish to go back to living among humans, it was so stressful and exhausting. Here I can be who I really am, and I’m learning to be a better wolf every day. Eventually I’ll be like the rest of you.”

[wolfxbaekhyun-blog]

Some of them took advantage of the spring heat, found pleasure in the raging hormones and enjoyed losing all inhibitions together, enjoying the open, overly sexual atmosphere that made it okay to mate with anyone, anywhere, any time. Others felt more frustrated than delighted, trying to vent out the extra energy by running and hunting, kicked off their sweaty covers in their sleep, and rubbed themselves in the dark like lonely humans. The dorm was either bustling from the snowball effect of sex resulting in more sex, or of dead silence with most of the pack releasing their explosive energy outdoors, running, mating and hunting in the woods. Today, it was the latter, and the building was quiet. For a moment Baekhyun had thought he had been abandoned in his aroused, hyper stimulated misery. But then he had heard the sound. 

Of course, the scent alone should have been plenty to tell him he had not been left alone, but sometimes it was difficult to tell apart the dozen different pheromones that mingled and lingered. 

“What are you doing?” he purred softly as he approached the filthy sight of Joon splayed in all fours on the mattress. It looked like he was being fucked, but the buzzing cock was not attached to a person, and he was the one doing the work of moving it in and out of his body. It was fascinating. Thrilling. Arousing. Baekhyun didn’t ask for a permission to join him on the bed. 

“What’s this?” he asked, placing a warm hand on top of Joon’s, where he was clutching on the shaft of the fake dick with a shaky grip. He was drawn to the scent of the other’s heat, eager to press his body flush against his even though he was fully clothed and Joon was not. “Does it feel good? I want to move this in you.”

[wolfxjoon]

He knew without looking when Baekhyun stepped into the room, and oh- it felt immediately so much better, everything he was doing to himself, knowing that someone else was watching. It was heady, knowing that someone else witnessed this, his guilty pleasure. Although usually really shy and timid, Joon had rather... dirty fantasies. This being one of them.

He sat up when Baekhyun got on the bed, so he could lean up against him, turning his head to press his face to Baekhyun’s neck as he took the dildo from him. “It’s a toy,” he murmured, his voice husky and eyes cloudy with pleasure. “For when I’m alone and needy... Yes, please, please do. It feels even better like that. Shit...”

He was sweaty already, and terribly needy. Baekhyun’s touch felt so good; it both grounded him and elevated his pleasure. And honestly, he’d rather have Baekhyun fuck him with his cock too and not just the toy, but there was no rush. He wanted to just focus on the moment and not think about what should happen next.

“Please stay,” he whispered as he pressed his mouth to Baekhyun’s skin, mouthing and kissing his neck, teeth scraping the skin ever so lightly together with brushes of his tongue.

[krisanthemvm-archived-blog]

I was tagged by: @wolfxzitao

If I were a month, I’d be February. If I were a planet, I’d be Pluto. If I were a god or goddess, I’d be Minerva.   If I were a sea animal, I’d be a seaturtle. If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a beanbag chair. If I were a gemstone, I’d be a dumortierite. 
If I were a flower, I’d be a daffodil. If I were a kind of weather, I’d be warm, drizzling rain. If I were a colour, I’d be sky blue. If I were an emotion, I’d be shy.  If I were a fruit, I’d be a peach. If I were a sound, I’d be the rain on the roof when you’re lying in the attic. If I were an element, I’d be cobalt. If I were a place, I’d be the Finnish Lapland. If I were a taste, I’d be sweet. If I were a scent, I’d be freshly baked cinnamon rolls and milk. If I were an object, I’d be a teamug. If I were a body part, I’d be the wrists. If I were a song, I’d be Better Than Love by Hurts. If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be a pair of warm slippers.

I tag: anyone who wants to do this

[wolfxjoon]

Sometimes Joon gets sad. It’s something set deep into his bones, something that he cannot get rid of even if he tries; it feels as though it has always been with him, and will stay until the end. And well, it’s not absolutely terrible. Being a part of the pack has really helped push it aside, and it only comes forth rarely now. The pack really... it really makes him happy, it really does, even if he’s shy to take part sometimes, and sometimes quick to pull away when he feels like he doesn’t know how to react. Even if he’s embarrassed that he’s not as much of a wolf as the rest, it’s still okay. He’s accepted here either way.

But tonight he is sad. It’s not always easy to find space to be sad, however, because anywhere he goes there are people. He shares a room, the living room is always busy, and wandering in the woods scares him if he’s alone. But he has found a place to call his own, a little nook hidden away; the attic.

It’s used for storage space for the most part, and he knows that not many members come here because it’s a dusty place with nothing interesting in it. The other members like to go out running, or something like that, to vent out their feelings, but Joon seeks out peace and solitude. So he goes up there with his blanket and with a candle to have a bit of light, and he curls up there, gazing out the small window to watch the tree branches move with the wind. He’ll come out before dinner, before anyone even notices he’s gone... but untl then he’ll give himself a chance to calm his mind.

[wolfxjoon]

Mating season is never easy. Joon has been through a few in the pack, of course, but he just doesn’t quite get used to it. It’s probably because he’s so much in denial of what he truly is, of his animalistic side that he sometimes wishes to just hide away; if he was more accepting of it, he wouldn’t struggle so hard. If he was just as open to ask for people to touch him, to play with him, as the others- but he is not. Doesn’t think he will ever be.

But at least he has toys. They’re from when he lived on his own, and had to somehow survive the mating season by himself. Of course it didn’t hit him as hard as it does now, but it was still... a hassle. The toys helped him through it, even if they’re obviously not as satisfying as a real person would be.

He’s on all fours on his bed, teasing himself with one of his buzzing toys, the sound it makes as it slides in and out completely obscene and it’s like music to his ears. He wants to drag it out, really take his time with it so one orgasm will be enough- he will eventually have to get back to making dinner after all. But first this... It’s impossible to focus on cooking when you’re so aroused you could swear you’re getting wet.

And he is in no hurry; he wouldn’t mind if someone found him like this.

[muliebritas]

It was so close to bubbling over. Water set to high and unattended, destined to doom and jump it’s escape over the pot to the hot sizzling plate just below. His patience was almost completely lost, his anger almost won. The male pushed him back, hit his arm. All the while people looked upon the scene, silently gossiping without any intention of stepping in. Assuming, incorrectly, that the older male was in the right. Perhaps it was his age that won his favor, but one more hit and Kai was sure he’d hit right back. Unable to control his strength, or rather… maybe he just didn’t want to. In his heart of hearts he did feel like the situation would be handled with his jaws around  this disrespectful humans throat. He wanted to get hit again, to have the perfect reason to lash out, regardless of who and how many watched the spectacle. Yet right as his weight slid, shifting to his left. Ready to switch at a moment notice to drive power and mass in to  a good punch, you squeezed yourself in between. Wishing to stop the fighting, perhaps to save the human which you seemed to take such a odd liking to. A distaste of his of course but he’d never be able to just say it out loud with you around to hear. One single action and all that anger inside, mixing with the impulses of a wolf screaming to be set free with the product of hate, changed from something disgusting to the need to protect you. Long arms quickly encircling those small shoulders. Trying his best to keep his grip light despite his mental situation, with the quick step in front of you to take another hard hit yet to his back were it barely registered against his muscles.

Blues like a bloodthirsty ocean peering over his shoulder as he growled back at the human who’d almost had an offense against his kin. Something not ever forgiven. Yet the soft sweet of begging falling to his ears. Distracting him enough to foolishly look down to your visage, knowing that in doing so he wouldn’t remain angry enough to retaliate. Those lips pressing in to a thin line, white with pressure. Controlling his screaming impulses for another look at the male who seemed to stop in fear. He’d shown more of the wolf that he’d wished. A quick glance taken to the surrounding crowd, only relieved in their signs of confusion and lack of observation. 

Easily his hand shooting down to clasp your own in the full on motion of his release of your tiny frame and the quick steps away from the ever so bright spotlight and back to everyday life as a quite nobody who had a tendency to show up now and then. His shoulders tense, too tense, with the weight of the things running through his mind and a single sentence only spoken when privacy could be found. “What were you doing walking out in the middle of that, huh? What if the old man hit you? I would of ripped him to pieces.”

[wolfxjoon]

Joon only dared to breathe again once they were out of the shop, away from that horrible man. No, he did not side with the old man at all, never would have- but he also could not let Kai get in trouble no matter what. He is no fighter himself, not a hunter, and weak as a month old puppy, but if there’s one thing he can do is calm down raging anger of those around him. It’s in everyone’s instinct to protect the weakest member of the pack, to keep him safe, and he knows how to use it to protect the others in turn.

He follows Kai, rushing after him, trying hard not to trip as he’s pulled along a lot faster than he himself would ever walk by himself. But the faster they get a way the better, so he doesn’t complain, doesn’t whine although Kai is holding his hand too tightly. They need to get away.

“He wouldn’t have hit me,” he replies, shaking his head. “He wouldn’t have. Just like you wouldn’t hit me either.” He had nothing to do with the argument after all- and his small stature makes it hard on anybody to physically hurt him.

That, of course, was not the case with the old alpha, but that is a time he will not think back to, ever.

“I just wanted to get you out of there,” he continues. He’s not sure if Kai is mad at him, or if he’s just still upset and taking it out on him. But he can deal with it. Anything is alright for as long as it means Kai is okay. “I didn’t think, I just acted on instinct. I had to get you out of there...”

[wolfxzitao-blog]

“Zitao? Zitao, wake up.”

He was buried under his comforter, long limbs hanging over the edge of his bed. The voice that echos in his ears reaches out in the dark beneath his eyes,– turns his head in some makeshift parking lot in his dreams. It makes the ground shake beneath his feet and he is not surprised when the world crumbles under him and leaves him there weightless. It happens much too often when he’s sleeping and this time it’s the sunset looming over the horizon– glinting over ambiguous parking signs and bare trees that is the last to dissolve and leave that darkness behind. Zitao reaches forward as if to chase it, his palms sliding through a rose colored sand as light and crisp as air and that too disappears in front of his eyes. 

Zitao doesn’t want to wake up. He rolls on his side, throwing his arm over the edge and kicking his feet, his toes curling to the chilly morning air. It’s the sheets tangled around his abdomen and right arm that keep the rest of him cold and his moving becomes a futile chase for that dream again. Sunlight abuses his eyes when he opens them, the smell of something delicious that makes him swallow thickly and rub those rays from his lashes comes second. “Mng,” he kicks off his blankets, stretches his arms out above him before he recognizes Joon as the sweetnote to that scent. “g’morn,” he breathes out the last of his slumber, voice low and coarse, tonguing words much too early for Zitao but it comes again. “–breakfast n’ s’cool?” he smiles back, the plans slowly but surely resurfacing. He’s been eager to go to a kindergarten to see the human pups for a while now, and when Joon told him, Zitao spent the whole of a night planning for the small excursion as if it were his first hunt of the month. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner,”  

Zitao kicks off the blankets, wiping the sweat from his brow, then the back of his neck and chest with an open palm, trying to remember where he tossed his clothes in the middle of the night. “You really want to see ‘em pups too right,” he laughs, a  light rumble in his chest as he finally stands, grabbing the jeans so carefully tossed on the back of a chair that he can’t quite remember if it was he or Sehun that brought it to use yet ended up being a dresser of sorts. He sits back down, one leg in the jeans, one out before he finally asks, “-and, what’s for breakfast?”

[wolfxjoon]

Zitao is such a gorgeous creature, Joon can’t help but think time and time again. The bronze skin, lean muscle, long limbs- he’s the polar opposite of what Joon is. A hunter, a beast, a beautiful killing machine. He’s so handsome in the early morning light and his fingers twitch to reach out and touch him but he knows better than to try and do that. It would be just weird, wouldn’t it? Just because he’s a needy little thing doesn’t mean he gets to go around feeling people up. The thought of the approaching mating season flickers through his mind but he pushes it away almost angrily. Now is not the time.

“I thought you needed all the sleep you could get,” he replies, taking a step back away from the bed to give Zitao more space. “You work hard to bring food to the table, after all.” He can’t say the same about himself, and it’s routine for him to get up early anyway. He always does, to make sure that breakfast is ready for whoever wakes up first. He doesn’t want to make anybody wait hungry because of him.

Preparing meals is his only task in this house, so he takes it seriously.

“I really, really do, and you know it.” He can admit it to Zitao, because Zitao also likes children and pups like he does. Not all members understand his deep rooted need... But Zitao does. And that is why they go volunteer at the kindergarten together. Sometimes he wonders if he should ask Zitao to give him the pups he so desperately wants but- but it’s a lot to ask, after all. Too much to ask.

He’s all dressed as well, in soft blue jeans and a slightly oversized sweater, the sleeves hanging down to cover his knuckles. He’s pretty sure this shirt doesn’t even belong to him... in this house laundry always gets mixed up no matter how hard he tries not to let that happen. “I made bacon and eggs,” he answers Zitao’s question, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt. “There’s also toast but I don’t think you want it.” Toast is inferior to meat after all- toast is not for hunters.

[wolfxjongdae]

“Everything is wrong with vegan silly. There’s no meat! How do humans do it? We are carnivores through and through.” he laughed kindly, “I’ll make a whole bunch of cookies; knowing them they will eat all of them without sharing. Or worse! They will fight each other over them.” he shuddered at that thought. He moved around the kitchen quickly to grab the sheet pans.

“I wanna go outside for a walk after dinner. Wanna join me Joonie?” he questioned, rolling up his sleeves

[wolfxjoon]

He shrugged small. “I got used to it, living among humans,” he replied. “But then again, I suppose I got used to a lot of things living like that.” And now he could barely fit in here, even after all this time. Three years and he still was nowhere near being like the others; three years and he still felt out of place.

Not that he didn’t care for the other members, because he did, terribly so- and he knew that they cared for him, too. But still, among them, he stood out like a sore thumb. He was still so much more well versed in the human society than pack life. He didn’t miss his life in the city, no- he had been lonely, often went hungry, and it was overall really miserable because he could never fit in there either... But he did not expect that returning to his own kin would still make him feel like an outsider at times.

“I don’t want any fights,” he said quietly, still working on preparing the dinner. “And yeah, a walk would be nice.”

[wolfxzitao-blog]

“20 slightly intrusive questions” (from here via this!)

1. What is their favorite ice cream flavor?  Joon, unlike most other members of the pack, is very accustomed to the human life style and what comes with it- so also ice cream. He loves chocolate orange the most, although he doesn’t often get to have it because he doesn’t spoil himself often.

2. What is their idea of the perfect first date? He has gone out to a couple of dates, but he has always rather disliked it because he’s not very romantic. But if he had to choose, it would be something intimate. Something where it’s just him and his partner, bonding together, no matter what it is that they’re doing or where they are.

3. How is their bedroom decorated?  He has one stuffie on his bed, a soft teddy, and some books as well. He doesn’t own much and so the bedroom is indeed really plain since that’s also how Kai likes it. He’s been tempted to buy himself a set of fairy lights but he thought that he’d never hear the end of it if he even suggested that so he has resisted the temptation so far.

4. What is their living situation like?  Living in a dorm with his pack.

5. What is the first thing they would drink after sitting down at the bar?  He really doesn’t like going to bars, never has, and he simply drinks beer because ordering it requires minimum thinking and it’s a choice no one will question.

6. What song would they sing during karaoke night?  Any hit song from when he was attending school and the other kids were listening to.

7. Do they prefer chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate.

8. Do they prefer TV, books, or neither? Joon likes to read whenever he has the time. He’ll sometimes watch TV but he finds that it doesn’t really interest him. Books, on the other hand, are quiet, and can be put down and picked up again as his chores allow him.

9. What do they do in their free time? He likes to read, and he likes to lounge with the others, although he doesn’t necessarily have a lot of free time in his hands. But he prefers it that way, because keeping busy makes him feel useful and valuable to the pack.

10. What is their dream career? If he could have a few pups of his own, he’d be the most delighted. He feels slightly... empty, as an upsilon with no pups to look after, and it would be the most perfect thing to have some of them be his own. But that’s a dream that he holds very dear to his heart, and will consider long and hard before making it true.

11. What toppings do they put on their pizza? Ham and pineapple.

12. Who is their celebrity crush? He refuses to name any.

13. What trait do they admire most in other humans? Strength and bravery, because he has none of those himself.

14. What is their secret talent?  He knows how to knit.

15. What is one thing that they wish they could do?  Not be so out of touch with his wolf side and be like the rest in the pack.

16. What is their biggest dream? To stay with this pack for the rest of his life. He never wants to be alone ever again.

17. Who do they admire most? Yifan, Kai, Jongdae.

18. Who would play them in the movie version of their tale? He’d want them to be a bit taller than he really is.

19. What is their favorite movie? Titanic is his guilty pleasure.

20. Who is their favorite family member? He only ever knew his father and mother and they’re both dead now. In his pack he doesn’t want to play favourites because that would not be fair- he cares for all of them immensely.

[salxmandxr]

stress | xing x joon

Yixing sat in the middle of a mess of books, a laptop and notes. He pushed his glasses up and groaned as he reached over for another book that was a bit farther. He ends up falling forward onto the pile of books and notes and whines. He lays there for a moment. Feeling his neck and back sore from the way he was sitting for so long. And then his eyes were so dry and tired now, he then realized he hadn’t ate all day. His head was pounding. 

“Why do I do this to myself?” he whines and rubs his head as he ends up just sprawled out over everything, sighing out heavily. But he glances towards the door when he senses someone coming.

@wolfxjoon

[wolfxjoon]

Joon had decided to check up on Yixing upon instinct, and it turned out he was right to do so for the man was certainly pushing himself too hard once again. Not that it was an uncommon trait in this pack; everyone was so hard working that it made Joon feel lazy, like he was just free loading. What was cooking a couple of meals and running the daily chores of the house, when everyone else did so much for the pack? If only there were pups for him to care for but alas... But in the mean time he would tend to the adult members instead.

He set down his tray of food he had brought over, and hurried towards Yixing to come and help him sit up. “You’ve been studying for too long,” he scolded him quietly, dusting off his clothes. “I should have come earlier. You just don’t make any noise so it’s easy to forget about you. Forgive me.” Yixing wasn’t a lot of trouble for him, quite the contrary- which sometimes meant that he forgot to check up on him like this.

“What are you studying so diligently?” he asked as he placed the tray on Yixing’s lap and sat down next to him. “And all by yourself, too. Don’t you feel lonely?”

[sekhmt-deactivated20160714]

bad decisions.

@wolfxjoon

Sehun liked to think that he was a responsible adult with values and morals that made him capable of handling a few drinks. But he had a habit of proving herself wrong, time and time again. Especially when a boxing match was close and he had practiced enough times until he was practically fighting people in his sleep. Ah yes, he loved boxing time. Mainly because it was the only time he allowed himself to get drunk to the point where he needed to phone another to help pick him up.

Joon was always there, he helped him on several other occasions and it made his heart warm; restored his faith in humanity even.

He doesn’t remember how he got him home and into bed, but the delicate kisses he places on his cheeks make him smile, arms tangling into the bed sheets as he rubbed his cheek against the pillows soft fabric. Sleep slowly seeps into his conscience, lulling him away from the weariness that came with being awake. It isn’t until he hears receding footsteps does he sit up, blinking a few times before his body reacts before his mind does.

“Wait, wait, wait!” His words are slightly slurred as he trips out of bed, a grunt leaving his lips the moment his body makes contact with the floor. “Joooon, Don’t leave me.” he whines, opting out of using his legs altogether in favor of army crawling until he reaches his legs, arms wrapping around his calves to keep him in place.

[wolfxjoon]

Joon liked to think he was a responsible adult- and he indeed was, and often acted the part for the other members too. There were no real puppies in the pack but he had his hands full with the grown ups anyway, for they easily turned to him for help when situation called for someone who wouldn’t scold them, or lecture them; instead, he would always rush to their aid and coddle them until everythin was okay again. He knew that wasn’t exactly his role as an upsilon, but he liked feeling useful. He liked knowing that he mattered to the pack as a whole.

Dragging someone as tall as Sehun home is not easy, but he has had a bit of pratice. And he knows just the right things to set him at ease; kisses, blankets, a glass of water and aspirin left on the bedside table. But just as he thought he had managed to lull him to sleep, Sehun springs up again and clings to him in a way that almost breaks his heart to see.

“I won’t leave you,” he murmurs, leaning down to help Sehun back up and into bed again. “Shh, don’t worry. I’ll stay with you. I’ll sleep right here next to you, you have nothing to worry about.” Except the hangover that is to come in the morning, but he’s not going to mention that. He slides into bed with him and tucks them both in, allowing Sehun to pick whichever position feels most comfortable. Like this he can’t even feel shy or timid about being so close to Sehun; usually he might be, but whenever he’s caring for Sehun like this it’s hard to keep in mind that Sehun ranks above him in the pack.

[wolfxjongdae]

Dae sighed, grateful for Joon’s words, and made a noise in the back of his throat to show his appreciation. He was right; most people have nothing but unpleasant memories of the previous pack, but he was lucky enough to have something to cling onto. He was going to hold on to it for as long as he could, for it was his most precious memory– Abruptly he halted in mixing the dough, before turning to Joon with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. He bittersweet feeling evaporated into the air as he just thought about the words that came out of the other male a few moments ago. “Vegan?! Dude vegan cookies don’t taste the same! Plus I already added the eggs! No vegan cookies!” he scolded softly, his expression still torn. He turned back around and began to mold the cookie dough. “By the way, Joonie, did you want a specific type of cookie? I can make another batch. This one right here is chocolate chip.” he motioned to the bowl with sticky hands.

[wolfxjoon]

Joon himself only has bad memories from the era of the old alpha, although they’re bad memories only in retrospect because as those things were happening, he had no idea that they were bad things. Back then he knew absolutely nothing about what life in a pack was like and so he merely accepted it as it was. Only after Yifan came did he learn that things were supposed to be much, much different.

“What’s wrong with vegan?” he laughed even as he stirred the meat in the dish. “I bet you couldn’t really tell the difference. But I suppose I shouldn’t try to propose to a wolf that he tries anything vegan, ever. Chocolate chip is fine by me, it’s everyone’s favourite.” He didn’t much care for treats. Whenever he baked something, every bit of food was usually gone before he could even get a bite of it, but he was used to that by now and didn’t mind horribly. Wathing others eat was what made him happy.