#spelled wrong but hey ill take it

[radicalrobot]

KHAAAAAN???

[wonderjanga]

Spontaneous Pregnancy

Marvel came into the Watchtower holding a baby in his hands. As a result, they have questions.

Flash: “…Marvel, why do you have a whole ass baby in your hands?”

Marvel: “Ah… This is Baby Marvel.” *holds the baby out for him*

Baby Marvel: *gurgles and reaches its little baby hands out to all of them*

Supes: *reaches out and lets Baby Marvel grab one of his fingers* “Where’d you get him from?”

Marvel: “He’s my baby.”

Batman: “Your baby?” *wasn’t aware Marvel had the personal life to even have a kid*

Wondy: “Who’s the mother?”

Marvel: “Me.”

*silence*

JL: “Huh?

Marvel: “Me. He came out of me.”

*more silence*

Batman: “I wasn’t aware of species granted males, the ability to give birth.”

Marvel: “They don’t?”

Wondy: “Then how were you pregnant?”

Marvel: “Oh, you know. I just cast a pregnancy spell!”

JL: “…What?”

Marvel: “Yeah! A pregnancy spell! All I have to do is say a little incantation and boom you’re pregnant regardless of your gender.”

Flash: “What???” *takes several steps back*

Batman: “Is that why the baby’s blonde? The spell randomize his features?”

Marvel: “Yep! Don’t get me wrong. I could’ve made him look like me by doing a little something extra with the spell but I just decided to go random.”

Supes: “Okay… so what brought this on?” *lets Baby Marvel shake his finger*

Marvel: “What do you mean?”

Wondy: “Brother, you just had a spontaneous pregnancy. Why?”

Flash: “Was it baby fever?”

Marvel: “I guess. I just wanted a baby so I made one. I actually considered going the Amazonian route and making Baby Marvel out of clay, but I would’ve needed to be blessed by Athena and I’d rather not go to trouble- actually now that I say that she might get mad at me so I might have to have another baby.”

GL: “Another one?!”

Wondy: “I’m sure you can work something out with her.”

Marvel: “Maybe but Zeus also wants grandchildren so I might as well give him some?”

Wondy: “How do you know what my father wants?”

Marvel: “He talks to me in my head.”

They completely forgot about the baby in Marvel’s arms and instead decided to ask about the potential mental illness Marvel had if he was hearing voices in his head.

Later…

Flash: *eating some fries with Marvel in the cafeteria* “Hey, was making a clay person and doing the spell the only way you could’ve become pregnant Marvel?”

Marvel: “Well, no. I could’ve done what my technical great grandfather, Uranus, did, which was get one of my nuts cut off and thrown into the ocean so it could marinate for a couple years into a child.”

Flash: “Huh…?”

Marvel: “Or I could’ve done like Zeus and ate the mother of my child and had a kid sprout out of my forehead. I don’t think I would’ve gone that route though cause it would’ve killed the mom and I don’t really want there to be a Mom in the first place.”

Flash: “Zeus ate the mother of his child at some point-”

Marvel: “So yeah, I went all in with Hera’s route of just getting myself pregnant. Which was the best route, and that isn’t too surprising since she is the is Goddess of childbirth.”

Batman: *appears from nowhere* “Are you saying that you could do all of those things if you wanted?”

Marvel: “Yes.”

Flash: “You’re saying, that if one of your testes got cut off you could have a child appear from those testes?”

Marvel: “Probably!”

Batman: “I see… I see…”

[boothillzvhs]

·˚ [featuring] !! ' jing yuan x ftm reader !

cw — :: !! bottom!ftm!reader. top!Jing yuan omegaverse, alpha!Jing yuan, and omega!ftm reader, knotting, Words like cunt, pussy, clit, etc used for reader !! ::

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not proofread so, i'm sorry for any spelling mistakes !!

"(nammmeeee)" Jing yuan pouted, "hm??" you replied, your eyes still glued to the book you were reading, as Jing yuan moved towards you, sitting on the floor next to you, "I'm sooooooo bored" he groaned, "you've been reading that book all day" he tugged on the book, yanking it out your hands "pay attention to me..please??", you looked at him.

"ok, ok, I'm sorry" you said, finally getting up from your seat, "Jin-" you were cut off by him kissing you, "I've been waiting for you all day.." you felt him grind his cock on your stomach.

he picked you up, walking to your shared bedroom "I don't think I'll be able to hold back anymore...you smell so good.."

once you got to the bedroom, he dropped you down on the bed, ripping off your pants "those were my favorite pants...." you frowned, "ill buy you new ones" he then took your boxers off, your cunt glistening with slick.

he moved down, until he was face to face with your pussy, "ah..your already so wet for me, my love..you smell Devine.." he licked your hole, "mmh..hah.." you whimpered as he ate you out.

"this is driving me crazy, you smell too good..." his cock throbbing with Impatience, he then sat up, picked you up, then placed you in-between his legs, pushing his fingering into you "ugh..mghh!!" "you're so tight~" feeling his fingers going in and out of you, shutting your eyes as you felt tears swelling up in them.

"haa..ah..!" you gasped, as he picked up the pace, this tip of his fingers hitting your g-spot, over and over again, your body twitched "s-top..!" you tried to push his hand away, "ngh! uungh..!" you cried out, but, he pulled his fingers out of you, "look" he said before you opened your eyes, "you're so tight my fingers went numb" he grinned.

"its all wet" he laughed, "you're just begging me to fuck you, huh?" Jing yuan's cock twitched, before he lifted you up and lined himself up against your hole, before he even slipped his cock into you, you were already drooling with a dazed expression.

jing yuan thrusted into you, causing you to gasp out, "it hurts..! jing!!" you cried, as he prodded at your cervix, trying to push pass it, "ow! n-no st-op!!! y-you cant!! ugghh...!!"

"you feel so good..." he kissed your cheek, before slamming back into you, his tip hitting your cervix over, and over again.

-

how long has it been?? it feels like you and jing yuan have been going at it for days already, you couldnt even form a coherent thought, you were just a crying mess, at this point , "my love, whats wrong?" he grinned, "its only 5:00...remember~ we still have all day" you couldnt even understand what he was saying, he then switched the position, resting his body weight on top of you.

"you're too he-heavy..!" he was going so deep that your leg was starting to cramp ! You couldnt take it anymore.. "uunghh...!!" your toes curled, and you tried to move away !! but he just pulled you right back !! "ah, ah.. where ya' think you're goin..." he caged you with his arms, "too...! d-eep.... hnngh...!!" you tightened around him.

he flipped you onto your back, a bulge noticeable in your tummy, he grabbed your hand and pressed it down on the bulge, causing you to tighten around he so hard that he couldn't even move.. "hey..." he cooed "its okay, calm down.." he spoke, but you weren't listening, "hey, hey, i said relax..." he kissed you, causing you to calm down, "atta' boy" he contined to ram himself into you.

-

you guys have been going at it all day now... it was 12:00 am when you first started, and now its 9:00 pm.. and you're barely conscious !!

"uuughh.....!" this felt like you 30th time cumming... ! "please....n-nomore..." you slurred on your words, and you tried to crawl away, but he just dragged you back onto him, "you keep saying that...but your body says otherwise.." he slammed into you.

"i...can't.....hah...mgh..!!" He slapped your ass, "shh...i know you want it...stop trying to..get away..." he grinded into you, as you scratched at his back, "Do you feel me?.. you feel my tip hitting your insides.. feels so good right?" You couldn't even answer if you wanted too, opening your mouth only led to more choked out cries spilling out of your mouth.

"fuck...i'm close again.." he whimpered, he pushes his hips forward, hitting that bundle of nerves that makes you arch your back, making you see stars.

"nnngh...." he moaned, as he knotted you, it hurt, but fuck it felt good, he kissed your neck, you started to feel yourself fall asleep, "lets just stay like this..." he said, your eyelids started to get heavier.

-

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(you beat jing yuans ass for getting you pregnant)

[rose24207]

Why didn’t you tell me?

Summary: Lando discovers you’re hiding your illness to avoid worrying him, leading him to care for you tenderly through the night, reaffirming how deeply you mean to him.

Genre: Mafia!Lando, fluff

TW: Mafia, Illness

A/N: I planned on posting this tmr but for some reason it posted itself. Well, it doesn’t matter. Looks like tumblr didn’t want to wait for this masterpiece to be dropped.

thank you so much!! I hope you like the story! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

The soft hum of the clock echoed in the quiet apartment as you leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping water to soothe your aching throat. You were feverish, exhausted, and the pounding in your head refused to subside. But you couldn’t let Lando know.

Not today.

He’d just returned from a grueling, dangerous mission that had left him visibly drained. Lando Norris was ruthless in his world—cold, calculating, and unyielding to anyone who crossed him. But to you, he was the kindest, most loving man you’d ever known. And the thought of adding to his worries made your chest tighten.

So, when he strode into the apartment earlier that evening, you’d masked your weakness with a smile and a casual greeting.

"Hey, love," he murmured, his tone softer than usual as he pulled you into a hug. The faint scent of leather and smoke clung to him, a stark reminder of the life he led outside these walls. "Missed you."

You leaned into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his body against yours. "Missed you too," you whispered, praying he wouldn’t notice how clammy your skin felt.

Lando cupped your face, studying you with those brown eyes. "You sure you’re okay? You look a little pale."

"I’m fine," you lied, forcing a smile. "Probably just tired."

He nodded, though his gaze lingered for a moment longer. "Alright. But let me know if something’s wrong, yeah?"

You promised you would, even though you had no intention of keeping that promise.

By the time night fell, your symptoms had worsened. The fever burned hotter, your limbs felt heavy, and a dizzy spell left you gripping the bedframe for support. Lando was in the living room, busy with a phone call that sounded serious—his sharp, clipped tone carried through the apartment.

You slipped into bed, hoping rest would make everything better. But as the hours passed, the pain only intensified. When Lando finally came to bed, you were curled on your side, trembling beneath the blankets.

"Love?" His voice was gentle as he slid under the covers beside you. He reached out to touch your shoulder, and you flinched involuntarily.

"Cold," you mumbled, though your skin felt like fire.

Lando frowned, his hand brushing against your forehead. "You’re burning up!" His voice was tight with worry now, and you cursed yourself for not telling him earlier.

"I’m fine," you tried to protest, but the words came out slurred.

"Like hell you are," he snapped, his usual composure cracking. "Why didn’t you tell me?!"

You opened your mouth to respond, but the room spun violently, and darkness began to creep in at the edges of your vision.

"Lando…" you whispered before your world tilted and faded into black.

When you came to, the room was dimly lit, and Lando’s voice was the first thing you heard.

"Stay with me, sweetheart," he murmured, his tone raw with fear. His hand cradled yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "I’ve got you. I’m here."

Your eyelids fluttered open, and you found his face hovering above yours, his features etched with concern.

"Lando…" you croaked, your throat dry and scratchy.

"Shh, don’t try to talk," he said, reaching for a glass of water on the nightstand. He helped you sit up just enough to take a sip, his movements careful and precise. "You scared the hell out of me."

"Sorry," you whispered, guilt twisting in your chest.

He shook his head, his jaw tight. "Don’t you dare apologize. You’re sick, and you hid it from me. Why, love? Why didn’t you tell me?"

"I didn’t want you to worry," you admitted, tears pooling in your eyes. "You’ve got so much on your plate already…"

Lando sighed, his expression softening as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "You’re my priority," he said firmly. "Nothing—nothing—is more important than you. You mean everything to me, sweetheart. Don’t ever hide something like this again, okay?"

Tears spilled down your cheeks, and Lando wiped them away with gentle fingers. "I’m sorry," you whispered again, your voice trembling.

"It’s alright," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Just let me take care of you now."

And take care of you, he did.

For the next several hours, Lando didn’t leave your side. He cooled your fever with damp cloths, coaxed you into sipping broth when your stomach could handle it, and whispered soft reassurances whenever you stirred.

"Rest, my love," he murmured, stroking your hair. "I’m here. Always."

As dawn broke, the fever began to subside, and the pounding in your head dulled to a manageable ache. You woke to find Lando sitting beside you, his hand still in yours, his eyes heavy with exhaustion but full of love.

"How’re you feeling?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss your temple.

"Better," you admitted, giving him a small smile. "Thanks to you."

He smiled back, though his expression was still serious. "Don’t scare me like that again, alright?"

"I won’t," you promised, squeezing his hand. "I love you, Lando."

"I love you too," he said, his voice soft but resolute. "More than anything."

And in that moment, you knew that no matter how tough Lando was to the rest of the world, he’d always have a soft spot for you.

Thank you for reading!

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

request: Sam and Deans sister is really squeamish with her own injuries. I am talking like gagging throwing up so grossed out, that’s how much it affects her. Her brothers are aware of her huge fear and understand what they have to do when she gets injured. They have been through this many times with her before and are extremely familiar with her panic. Even with all of her injuries, it never gets better for her and she freaks out every single time her brothers have to patch her up.

Warnings: gore, cursing,

A/N: Okay some of this might be so dramatic but it’s soooo real like I am one of these people who are absolutely sickened by stitches and gashes. I had to get stitches before multiple times and I was gagging the whole time gripping my leg. I would assume an injury like this one is 1000% worse so it may seem dramatic but it’s like so real tbh. Anyway I was too lazy and tired to proof read this but I’m still gonna upload it and check it all later so if anything’s clearly spelled wrong… oops sorry lol. Hope you enjoy:)) Requests are still open!

You were easily disgusted by the sight of your own wounds which was unfortunate because you were a hunter so wounds were more common than not. Blood was fine and little scrapes were okay, but stitches or deep gashes had you sick to your stomach. You could not stop yourself from physically gagging or throwing up when you had serious injuries. You were completely okay with others injuries, but your own? They made you sick to your stomach.

It was always a fight with your brothers because you obviously needed to take care of your wounds, but the idea of it made you physically ill. They had to hold you down more times than not to clean up your wounds and stitch them because you would thrash and thrash. If they weren’t holding you down, then you were usually squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath and biting back throwing up. Either way, you never won because you were either crying, gagging, throwing up or fighting them. So when a demon took a knife and sliced your shin you couldn’t help but curse.

“Fuck!” You cried and collapsed to the floor. While Dean finished off the demon that sliced you, you grabbed your shin in a tight grip to look at your wound. You cried out in pain and felt sick to your stomach when you realized how bad it was.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You gagged, seeing your skin gaping open. Dean killed the demon and his attention immediately went to you. He eyed your injury up and before he could make his next move, Sam swooped in.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey you’re going to be alright, okay?” Sam said coming into your view. He looked at your wound and clenched his jaw. He caught Dean’s eyes. Dean sent him a grimace and shook his head. Sam already knew how this was going to end and he also knew that he had to word his next sentences to you very carefully.

“I’ll grab the car.” Dean hurried off, knowing that they had to disinfect and care for your wound as soon as possible.

“Okay, hey we’re going to get you cleaned up, it’s okay.” Sam said softly with his attention back on you. As he reached down to pick you up, you gripped onto his wrist with panic in your eyes.

“No, Sammy, wait, please no, please!” You whimpered, now feeling your body start to tremble. You were so not mentally prepared for this to be happening to you right now. Sam sighed, knowing how hard it was going to be for all of you.

“Bug,” he said sympathetically, “you know that’s a deep gash.” He finished insinuating that you knew that there was no other option, but to deal with the wound. You let out a sob and let him finish picking you up.

“I know sweetheart, I know, I’m sorry.” He whispered. Dean pulled up the car and hopped out. Sam carried you to the car while Dean opened the door for him and the three of you got in. You cried the entire way to the bunker while your brothers tried their best to comfort you. Once you got to the bunker, Dean went in first to get everything sorted as Sam worked on coaxing you out of the car.

“Sammy!” You sobbed when he opened the door closest to you.

“Y/N/N I’m sorry but we have to clean you up.” He said already knowing where you were going with it.

“No!” You cried gagging. “I’m going to throw up, I’m going to throw up!” You panicked.

“Hey hey hey it’s going to be okay!” He said reaching out to you, but you leaned away from him.

“No, no, no, no, no.” You mumbled. “Sam please I-I-I can’t fucking do it, I can’t!” You cried.

Sam sighed. “If we don’t clean it up now, it could get worse, bug. You would be in extra pain and it would require even more care.” Sam pointed out trying to get you to understand.

“But I don’t want either!” You cried.

“I know, but these are your only options.” He said sympathetically.

You threw your head back and cried. You were defeated, he was right.

“Fine,” you sobbed.

“Come on sweetheart, I got you.” He said softly as he helped you out of the car and picked you up. You squeezed your arms around his neck tight and dug your face into his chest as he carried you inside.

He walked you to the table where he tried setting you down gently, but failed. You still had your arms tight around his neck, not letting him go. You whimpered as you peaked out from his chest and saw all of the supplies out.

“Kiddo, we’ve gotta patch you up and you know that we do. So I need you to hang with me kid, okay?” Dean asked gently, coming into your view with disinfectant in his hands.

You cried, but released your grip on Sam. He sat you on the table and you instantly reached for your leg. You squeezed your leg tight hoping to take some of the pressure away from where you were injured as Dean got ready to clean you up.

“Alright I’m just going to disinfect it right now okay? I’m not touching it yet, just pouring it over your leg, alright kid?” He asked.

You nodded and whimpered, still squeezing your leg. You knew this part was going to hurt like hell. You closed your eyes and looked away and you felt Sam’s hand on your back. The cold liquid poured onto your leg and your breath got caught in your throat as you felt the intense sting and burn. You choked back a sob. You hated this feeling. You hated knowing that your wound was bubbling and that the liquid was going into your flesh because your skin was practically flapped open. The whole idea of it made you feel sick, but you knew this was the easiest part of the whole clean up.

“You’re doing so good kid, hang with me.” Dean said as he got the cloth gauze out. You felt your heart rate increase.

“Wait De-“ you started before he cut you off.

“I’m not going to do anything without telling you first and I’ll walk you through it as always.” He reassured you.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“I’ve gotta dry it up so I can start the stitches,” he said, squinting his eyes at you to get a better read on your expression. Sam felt you stiffen under his touch.

“Hey you’re doing so good bug, Deans going to continue.” He said, nodding to Dean and not giving you an option to stop him. Dean gave you a reassuring nod and blotted your wound. You hissed in pain as he finished drying it. As soon as you saw him reach for the needle and thread, you tried to scramble off the table. Your brothers knew you too well though and Sam had you pulled back.

You were frantic. “Please wait no wait” You gagged. “I-I-“ You gagged again. “No wait hold on!” You finally screeched in fear and pleaded your one last attempt. Tears were streaming down your face and you just couldn’t do it.

“You’re okay.” Dean reassured, nodding to you.

“But I’m not Dean!” You whined, feeling like you were going to pass out.

“Hey, hey, hey, the sooner I start, the sooner I can finish. I need you to stay with me kid. You’re okay.” He soothed, eyeing you. He knew that there was a great possibility of you passing out. Both of your brothers greatly preferred you to be conscious when they were patching you up to prevent further complications.

You accepted your fate and threw your head back crying. You motioned to Dean to start the stitches. As soon as he pierced through your skin with the needle you let out a sob.

“Shhhhh, shhh, it’s okay.” Sam murmured, rubbing your back and holding your body up. You felt Dean tug at your skin as he stitched you up and you gagged. This was one of the worst feelings in the world. You suddenly felt really weak and tried to blink away the black spots clouding your vision. Sam felt your body start to become less tense and figured you were slipping away from consciousness.

“Dean.” He alerted his brother. Dean looked up at you.

“HEY, HEY, keep your eyes open kiddo!” He shouted before lowering his voice. That confirmed Sam’s thoughts so he gave your face a little tap. You shot your eyes back open and focused on Dean’s mouth moving.

“HEY, HEY, I need you to stay awake, can you do that for me kid?” He asked. His voice felt so far away and you tried to nod, but you gave up and your head lolled to the side. You closed your eyes and felt Sam tapping your face again, but you didn’t have the energy to open them back up.

“Shit!” You heard Dean mumble before you fell into complete darkness.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you felt a sharp stabbing pain in your leg. You jolted up frantically and Sam grabbed you to hold you down as you whimpered. Dean stopped stitching you so that your erratic movements didn’t cause him to screw up. You came to and focused on your surroundings.

“There she is! I need you to keep those eyes open for me kiddo.” Dean said looking at you.

“You’re okay, relax.” Sam soothed, but you didn’t care. As Dean turned his focus back to your gash, you cried out and tried to jerk your leg away.

“Sam, hold her down, I’ve gotta finish this up.” Dean said shooting you a sympathetic look. Sam gripped your shin tight and held you in place as you cried out in pain and disgust. Every time you felt the tug of your skin, you gagged. You squeezed your eyes shut and held your breath, clenching your jaw. You didn’t know how long had passed before you heard Sam’s gentle voice.

“Hey sweetheart, I need you to breathe for me or else your going to make yourself pass out again.” He said, still holding your leg in place. You didn’t even notice that your lungs were searching for oxygen until you let in a deep breath and felt the relief. Dean looked up at you.

“Atta girl, I’m almost done, hang in there.” He encouraged you. You cried out a few more times, before Dean put down the needle and thread.

“All done!” He said and you let out an audible sigh of relief. He out the antibacterial cream and unscrewed the cap.

“Okay I’m going to quickly put this on and wrap it up.” He explained to you. You nodded and he took that as his approval to continue. You accidentally caught sight of your wound and gagged.

“Blah oh my God I fucking can’t I’m- blah- I’m going to-“ You gagged. “I’m going to throw the fuck up.” You gagged again. It was just word vomit with you gagging every other second. You looked away, but the feeling of your skin and knowing what it looked like still continued to make you gag. Dean quickly spread the cream over your stitches and you gagged again. It just grossed you the hell out. The whole idea of it just made you sick to your stomach. He quickly wrapped up your leg and patted your knee.

“Good as new kiddo, you’re all patched up.” He sighed in relief.

“Thank you.” You whispered. You felt the ache and burn of your wound as you repositioned yourself on the table. You were ready to leap into your bed and stay there for eternity.

“Can you walk?” Sam asked, reaching out to help stabilize you as you got off the table.

“Yeah I-“ You gagged as you felt your skin ache from being stretched by the stitches. “I’m good.” You replied and walked without bending your leg to prevent yourself from feeling that gross stretch of your skin again. Sam looked at you in concern as Dean couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Alright kid, let’s get you to bed.” He said as he swooped you up in his arms. You relaxed in his arms and he brought you into your room. He gently placed you on your bed and helped you with your blankets.

“Thanks De.” You mumbled before you noticed Sam also in the room, “thanks s’mmy.” You said softly. You were so exhausted and could barely keep your eyes open.

“Goodnight bug, call us if you need anything.” Sam said before he walked out of the room. Dean followed him, leaving your bedroom door open so they could check on you frequently through out the night.

[atinyniki]

just kiss me already!

group: stray kids !

pairing: nonidol!bangchan x f!reader

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive at the end

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, fighting (verbal), 3racha chan (songs unreleased), friends with current skz members, suggestive

authors note: this shit actually sucks but i tried even tho i had no motivation. ill make another chan fic soon to compensate. this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 2858

“oh my gosh you bitch”

“hey! don’t call me a bitch just because you suck at the game”

you haven’t one a single game against chan since he came over. 

“i don’t wanna play anymore”, you say with a pout.

“awh come onnn don’t be a sore loser”, he smirks. 

it’s not that you don’t wanna play because you’re losing, you just don’t want to play because you both have been at it for four hours.

“let’s watch a show instead!”

“fine, but i’m choosing.”

it’s pretty easy to get chan to do what you want. you’re his weakness, he’ll do anything to make you happy to be honest. you never seem to notice the way he looks at you, or how much he tries to get your attention. 

on the other hand, you absolutely adore chan. not just the way he looked, even though he is incredibly beautiful, but you admire how caring he is. at first it was just minor attraction, but then you got closer and well… you know.

neither of you realize you’ve loved each other for so long.

“chan? can you come over please? it’s important”

“yeah of course i’m on my way”

within the next two minutes he was in front of your door. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

you laugh a little when you see the look on his face. “chan i’m fine, i just need help.”

“so you made me run all the way here for nothing?

you drag him to the kitchen and close the door behind you, rolling your eyes. “i never asked you to run here dumbass. you literally live next door”

chan walks into the kitchen and freezes when he sees the state of it. bowls everywhere, flour and batter scattered all over the countertop, and an assortment of cookie cutters placed next to the stan mixer.

“listen, i really need to make two hundred cookies within the next two hours. my oven can’t hold more than twenty four at a time. could you maybe bake like half of them in your oven?”

“why would you need two hundred cookies…?”, he asks incredulously.

“it’s my friends birthday tomorrow. she loves these cookies”

“oh jeez… okay fine. how long do i need to bake them for?”

“twenty six minutes…”

“yes ma’am, ill be on my way then”. he quickly grabs the trays of cookies and gives you a peck on your forehead, lips lingering for a second too long, and runs back to his house. 

you could still feel his lips on you, but you continued swapping out trays in hopes to distract yourself. 

chan didn’t burn a single cookie. your friend loved them.

“hyung come on! don’t be a wuss”, jisung pouts.

“no jisung. not happening”

“hey well you’re the one that chose dareeee”, 

“fine i’ll just take a shot.”

the entire circle broke out into disappointed groans, but you decided to move on from chan. 

“y/n! truth or dare”

you jerk your head towards lily, “what? who said it’s my turn?!”

“me. now answer”, lily says a matter-of-fact-ly 

“fine. dare”

“you. chan. seven minutes in heaven. right now.”

you look over to chan, silently asking for permission with your eyes despite how nervous you look. you know you don’t have to do anything but… what if he wants to? no. he would never. he doesn’t like you like that.

both of you get up and walk into the room, and changbin quickly turns the lights off and leaves.

“do the lights really have to be off?”

chan walks over to the light switch, hands fumbling to find the knob. he slowly turns it so that the lights are dimmed, but enough so that you both can still see.

chan walks over to the bed, patting the part of the bed next to him and inviting you to sit down. you silently walk towards the bed and sit down, instantly covering yourself with the blanket.

“it’s freezing in here… how does seungmin survive in a room like this?”

“hm… no wonder his personality is always so cold.”

you both laugh a little at chans comment. seungmin has a thing for tormenting chan. subconsciously, you cuddle up to chan, still shivering a bit from the cold.

he seems to get the memo, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. moments of silence pass, and it’s been far too long without a sound for it to not be awkward.

suddenly, chan feels a weight on his shoulder and turns to look at it. you’re sound asleep, he accounts it to either your tipsiness or your exhaustion from working all day. 

he holds your hand for a bit, the warmth of it passing through your whole body and causing you to let out a satisfied hum in your sleep. he grabs his phone to text changbin. 

“y/n fell asleep. we’ll be in here for a while if that’s okay. you can continue without us”

“yeah yeah whatever just say you want to make out with her in peace”

“shut up changbin.“

the next morning, you wake up in chans bed. your head starts ringing and you think about what happened the night before. you’re slowly starting to become aware of your surroundings, and the snoring coming from beside you. 

“chan. chan wake up”

“mmmhh”

“chan what happened last night”

“hm?”, he says as he finally peaks his head out of the covers.

his senses slowly come back to him, and his face instantly flushes red, the crimson color kissing his collarbone too. you’re dressed in his shirt that’s far too large for you, with a pair of his shorts on. the shirt reaches all the way down to your mid-thigh, even while sitting down.

you look at him, waiting for him to answer. “chan are you okay?”

“hm? oh yeah sorry. nothing happened don’t worry, you were just tired so i brought you home, but you insisted to stay with me”

your face flushes red, and you realize what you’re wearing. you look down, playing with the hem of the t-shirt you’re wearing. “sorry about the clothes by the way, you just looked really cold so i offered them to you”

oh. so he didn’t dress you. thank god. you don’t think you could have faced him if he did. “thank you channie.”

he smiles at you, ears going slightly red at the tips. he doesn’t want to admit what that nickname does to him, especially in your voice. you quickly get out of bed, telling chan you’ll be back soon. you go to your house to get ready for the day.

no matter how much you douse your face in cold water, the red tint doesn’t seem to fade. 

“wow chan this is amazing!”

his face goes red as he chuckles, “thank you y/n”

changbin doesn’t fail to notice how shy chan gets around you, but he decides not to talk about it while you’re here. instead, he snickers with jisung in the corner. 

“shut up you two. i know what you’re on about”

the both of them instantly sit up straight, going silent. 

you continue listening to the rest of the tracks, loving every second of it. you give hums and nods of approval, watching the boys’ faces light up every time.

not too long after, the boys left, leaving just you and chan in his studio. you’re humming along to one of the songs he showed you earlier. he couldn’t help but smile, hoping you wouldn’t notice that it made him just a little bit too happy.

you and chan are sitting on your bed again, watching the new kdrama that just came out. your heart jumped in your chest as you watched the scene intently, the heat of it making your face flush red. 

“damn when is someone gonna kiss me with that much passion”, chan jokes. you couldn’t help but laugh. you two have gotten a lot closer recently, and you’ve found out that chan is really into skinship.

he has you cuddled up with him under the blankets right now, your small arms wrapped around his bicep. you look up at him, just to admire him a little as he focuses on the show. what you didn’t expect though, was for him to turn his face only mere seconds later.

only then do you process just how close you are, how your lips are just inches away from eachother. chan seems to notice this too, his hands fidgeting with his drawstrings. he gives you a small smile, and turns his head back to the movie.

you’re probably being delusional, but you swear something had changed in the way he looked at you. 

“y/n please, do something. he isn’t listening to us…”

“i’ll be there soon.”

you quickly rush over to chans house, knocking on the door to his studio.

“changbin i said leave me alone.”, chans voice was harsh. youve never heard him sound so aggressive towards anyone, he was normally really sweet. you motion to jisung and changbin to leave the room. 

“i got this, it’s okay”, you whisper to them.

“chan it’s me. please open the door”

the door flies open within seconds, and you take in chans state. his hair is a mess, two dark purple splotches under his eyes. there are energy drinks scattered all over his desk, broken pencils and scattered papers.

“what… happened?

chan began to speak, but you cut him off.

“we’re going to bed. tell me what happened there”

“n-no! let me save my work at least.”

you walk in the studio with him, waiting on the couch as he quickly saved his progress. you both walk out the room, entering his bedroom and settling under the sheets. 

“go to sleep, ill be here when you wake up.”

you try your best to stay up, but you just couldn’t let yourself. sleep takes over your body, eyes becoming heavy and finally fluttering shut for the night.

you wake the next morning to an unfamiliar warmth. chan has his arms around you, his head buried in your chest. you thought he looked adorable like this, until he looked up at you when he realized you woke up. 

his bloodshot eyes stared back up at you, and you began to process the teardrops staining your hoodie. 

you don’t say anything more. you just pull him closer, rubbing small circles along his back. “i know you’re feeling overwhelmed right now, but you need to let all this out somehow. if you need someone please call me. you know im always right here”

chan doesn’t respond, he didn’t trust his voice enough. his body trembled in your hold, nuzzling his nose into the comforting warmth of your chest.

once he’s calmed down a little, he looks up at you again. you stare at eachother for a good while, just like you did when you watched that movie. there was something different swirling in his eyes, but you just couldn’t place it.

instead of worrying about that, you quickly placed a peck on his forehead, feeling him relax in your hold. he falls back asleep not too long after. he must have been tired.

“WOOOO!!”

you hadn’t felt so alive in months. you knew it was incredibly childish, but you missed having someone to push you on the swings. chans arms pushed you so high you felt like you could touch the stars.

the moon shines so beautifully, covering the park in a light glow. you looked ethereal, that’s what chan thought at least. your bright smile lit up his whole world, your giggle making his heart flutter. the moonlight hit your face just right, your eyes shimmering in the darkness.

chan gradually slowed your swing down, not wanting you to thrash around. 

“done already?”, you say with a pout.

“it’s almost one in the morning, we have to go now”, he pouts back.

you both start walking back from the park, talking about chans plans for the future with 3racha. he seems so passionate about music, his eyes lighting up every time he mentioned changbin and jisung.

you look up at him, smiling a little as how cute he sounded talking about this. he looks down at you, the same unplaceable emotion in his eyes, but you stay there for a little longer.

he smiles at you. you instinctively smile back. his smile puts his adorable dimples on display, and you bring one of your fingers up to poke them. you both break out into a fit of giggles, beginning to walk home again.

time without chan began to feel like time you’ve wasted.

“i’m not leaving”

“chan please. you need to rest”

“jeez y/n, when did you start being so clingy? the only thing i need right now is to finish this. either stay here and shut up or get the hell out. i can’t have you nagging me, this is really important”

in the three years you’ve known chan, you have never once heard him speak like this. not to you, not to anyone. you held your tears in, making sure to hide them from chan before they fell, and darted out the door. 

you quickly made your way to your house, stupidly forgetting to lock your door in your upset state. you want to yell at him. not to be mean, but just to get it in his damn head that you care about him. you wish he’d just understand.

you clutch your sweatshirt in your hands, the pain in your chest was beginning to get unbearable. you quickly go inside your room and lock the door, flopping onto your bed as sobs rack your body.

not too long after, you hear knocking on your door. 

“y/n?”, you hear chan call out for you.

you make your way to the bedroom door, sliding down onto the floor. you don’t think you’re ready to face him yet. “what do you want”

chan was taken aback by the sharp tone in your voice. he knew it was coming, he just didn’t expect it to hurt so bad. 

“i’m sorry. i know you only meant good and wanted me to be okay but… i just have so much left to do. i’m overwhelmed and scared im not going to be able to get everything done on time and i lashed out at you. i know that’s no excuse to hurt someone you love but i really didn’t mean it. i’m so-“

“chan you’re rambling again”, you pout.

“oh i’m sorry…”

you quickly open the door, helping chan off of the floor. you quickly bring him to your bed and force him to lay down. “sleep. please”

he could tell you’ve almost lost your patience, so he huddles up closer to you and lets sleep overtake his body. “goodnight y/n. thank you”

today, you wake up to a different sight than usual. normally, chans face is buried in your chest or he’s hugging you from behind. this time was different. he was mere centimeters away from you, nose brushing against yours. 

you quickly shut your eyes, hoping you didn’t go red at just the sight of him.

not too long after, chan wakes and gets ready for the day, coming back into your home to see you already awake. 

you were dressed in a large grey t-shirt. you don’t quite remember where it came from, but it’s incredibly comfortable. 

chan recognizes it instantly. it’s the shirt he gave you the first night you slept over at his house. his heart swelled at the sight, wishing he could see you in his clothes everyday. 

without a second thought, he quickly runs towards you, sitting on the bed right next to you again. he’s looking at you the same way he has been for the past couple months.

this time around though, he does something different. his hand makes his way up to cup your cheek, his big hands swallowing some of your jawline too. 

he slowly moves his face closer to you, now only inches away from your lips. your heart rate quickens, feeling his breath fan over your lips.

“chan, just kiss me already. please.”

he tentatively moves closer, not getting a chance to process before you crash your lips into his. it’s a kiss of pure want and need. “fuck y/n. i’ve been waiting to do this for so long”

“i love you channie”, you whispered breathlessly.

a flip switched inside of him, immediately pushing you down onto your back while he hovered over you. he kisses at your jawline, red marks appearing all over your neck. “i love you so much baby”, he says in between kisses.

you couldn’t hold back your whimpers, the feeling was too much for you to handle. all of a sudden, you heard a loud ringing.

chan picked up his phone, sounding a little aggravated. “hello?”

“chan where are you?”, jisung asked him

“i’m with y/n. we’re watching a movie. why?”

“oh sorry my bad. have-“

he hung up before jisung could finish, eager to get back to you.

“now, where were we?”

<3

[starandcloud]

Worth it

Dee x Genderfluid reader

Word count: 1,159

CW: Reader is a green witch, reader is referred to as "girlfriend" at beginning and wears a dress

TW: Witchy shit and talk of deity

Mainlist

Metal Family Mainlist

In all out honesty, Dee didn’t know how he got youre. Walking around behind his girlfriend, well girlfriend today, as you bent over some mushrooms gently examining them as he held your crystals and yourbs. All of which you had gatyoured yourself, well the yourbs and some of the crystals anyways. “This one’s no good,” you said as you stood up, “too young. Deadly if I pick them now.”

you said as you stood up and bruyoud off your dress, your words made Dee’s eyebrows furrow. “How the hell can you tell?” He asked, making his sweet little girlfriend laugh and gently take your basket from him as you kissed his cheek.

“Wrong color babydoll, trained eyes see things normal ones can’t”

you hummed and started to walk down the trail again, stopping a few feet down and looking at dandelions. “What do you think of dandelion and lavender tea baby?” you asked as you looked at Dee, your eyes warm and gentle as he shrugged and walked to stand beside your, “whatever you want baby. I’ll drink it,” he said and kissed your head gently. Making your roll your eyes gently and pluck them from the ground, taking great care to pull the roots as well. Only on a few though.

“The roots will help me with my deviation,” you explained and tucked them into your basket; right next to the elderberries, “they’re good for your tummy too.” you said warmly and laced your fingers with his as you tugged him along the trail, stopping to pick flowers or gather rocks you liked.

“Lokie would love this.”

you said as you put a weird looking twig in your basket, your mind amazed Dee. No idea what the fuck you was talking about most of the time, deviation this and scrying that or spells and enchantments or why you was so insistent on him turning his socks inside out and putting on that berry necklace you had given him before they came in. “Faeries,” you had warned him, “angry vicious things.” Whatever the hell those were, but he had learned early on that he should just trust your word. Especially after you tore him a new one for playing with an ouija board and ran around his house painting with water on his walls and waving around some burning stick wyoure him and Heavy had played with it. you had been so paranoid after that, hesitant to go in the living room and jumpy at every noise you heard. you had warned him about some sort of demon but nothing had happened, he had reassured your, but you didn’t believe him. your entire witch thing he didn’t understand, but if it made your happy he didn’t care.

“Hey baby,” Dee asked as they walked, “what was that Henbare thingy you were talking about the otyour day?”

“It’s Henbane and it’s kind of a last resort type thing for spells. It’s good for love and consecration but it’s better for hexes. Just don’t use it to much, bad juju if you do.”

you explained as you laced your fingers with his and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “and Juniper,” Dee asked. He already knew all this, he swore you could talk for hours about yourbs and their uses and you talked about them so often that he knew almost everything you did. Except for the Fae, you never talked about them with him. They made your jumpy and anxious.

“Well the berry can bring good look and prosperity and is good for home protection charms. The leaf is good for purification, luck, and self-protection charms. But overall its good for protection and love spells, just don’t eat it if you’re allergic and use it sparingly. But Mint is better for healing and strengthening your soul. It drives away illness and pain, if you use it to clean it stops bad luck and if you leave it in your wallet it attracts money and…”

Dee had honestly stopped listening halfway through, just listening your voice. Loving how sweet and happy you sounded before he stopped and kissed your head, “your adorable sweetbell,” he muttered out. Making your laugh and lean into him as he gently pulled you to his chest and kissed your head again, you buried your nose in his chest and hummed gently.

“You’re using the mineral water I made for you…”

you hummed out, making Dee smile and rock the both of you softly.

“Of course I am, you made it for me, I use everything you make for me baby…”

He softly said as he held you tighter and then slowly let go, “lets get you home baby; you look exhausted,” Dee coo’d and gently started to pull you towards the edge of the trail.

*

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You sat on Dee’s floor, a bandana holding back your hair as you worked on your newest spell bottle. A gift for someone.

Tarot and Oracle cards were scattered about you and you kept “aup”ing Heavy everytime he got to close, a spray bottle at your side. Sage infused into the water, just to irritate Heavy if he got to close. It wasn’t odd to see him leave Dee’s room with soaked hair and shirt, it was always a spectacle when you were there.

“What on earth are you doing?” Dee asked as you gently placed Rose Quartz around the bottle and used a dropper to put moon water into the bottle. You watched with a gentle smile as the water dripped down the crystals inside and settled at the bottom.

“Spell jar… to help you on your history test…”

You muttered out, knowing he was good enough to have a seventy-five average but also knowing how mad he got at the grades he got. So you occasionally did jars for him, purely to help him and ease his mind.

“You think it’ll work?”

Dee asked as he stood up and slowly worked his way through the spiral of your cards and bent down to wrap his arms around you, placing his chin on your head as he watched you work.

“Yeah, I’ll charge the crystals before giving it to you. The moon water will stop the crystals from sharing energy, but I still need to charge them. I saged them and removed unnecessary energy from them, so they’re okay to use an-”

Dee cut you off by tilting your head up and kissing you, “baby I love you but do me a favor and shut up,” he asked making you nod and kiss him again.

As much as your witchy shit confused him, the look on your face whenever a spell worked or you found a new crystal was worth it all. Worth every single second of his confusion and worth his heavy pockets with all your little spell jars and sweet little gifts of rocks.

You were worth it all, and that’s what mattered. That’s all that mattered.

@alixoo, @spriinglockedd

[valley-of-headcanons]

can you do hcs for haley + chronically ill (pots) fem farmer :’)

haley with a chronically ill! farmer || headcanons

haley's turned into quite the caring girlfriend <3

warnings: description of pots symptoms (fainting/lightheadedness, brain fog, fatigue, and bad "spells") she's your caregiver :)

requested by: anon! hi, thank you so much for the request! i love writing for haley, it's pretty fun 🙏 however, i do not have pots! i have suspicions and i have some symptoms but i have nothing medically diagnosed, and i am not an expert. if i did something wrong, please educate me! :) anyway, hope you enjoy!

• Haley has developed into a very understanding person, so when you reveal that you have a disability, she tries her hardest to understand it as much as she can. She lets you explain everything, and if you ask her to do research, she'll try her hardest. She loves you, and she doesn't mind that you're a little different. It makes you more unique and interesting.

• She tries her hardest to keep an eye on you, because of your lightheaded spells. She doesn't want you to hurt yourself, regardless of if you actually faint or not. While you're working, she sits on the porch and watches over the farm. She'll always make sure she's listening, just in case you call for her. She'll usually just be painting her nails or reading a magazine. She needs the sunlight, duh.

• “Please be safe, dear! I don't want to have to drag you back into the house! ... if you get to feeling bad, come back in! If you overwork yourself, you will not hear the end of it! ... I love you!” she'd call out from the porch, giving you a (not so) friendly reminder.

• When dealing with your brain fog, she doesn't mind! She gets a little frustrated of course, as many people would, but she wouldn't take it out on you. She just doesn't know how to get you to remember. Haley does develop a habit of leaving little notes around the house for you on bright pink sticky notes. It's just a bunch of little reminders with hearts all over them. It puts a smile on your face, knowing she cares so much!

• “Hey, did you remember to pick up some sugar from the store? ... eh, it's okay, I forgot to leave a note this time around. Don't worry about it, I won't chew you out. I have changed my ways! ... hey, that's mean! Maybe I will chew you out! ... just kidding,” she'd say with a giggle, not meaning it whatsoever.

• She understands your fatigue pretty well. Haley tries her hardest to be helpful, cooking you energizing meals and making sure you get enough sleep. Even if it doesn't necessarily work, she still wants to show that she cares and that she wants to help. She's your caretaker. She doesn't have to be, and she knows that, but she wants to. She does it because she loves you, in sickness and in health.

• If you're having a really bad spell one day, Haley is there for you. She will set you up on the couch, making sure that your top half is raised. She'll then hand you some compression socks and something to drink. Haley will be sitting right by your side, asking if you need anything before sitting down and finishing up her magazine. You don't bother her one bit. If anything, she feels happy to be relied on. It's sweet. She feels like she's finally needed. But she needs you just as much.

• Haley is an incredibly sweet partner to you, despite your illness. She keeps you safe and loved, and she wouldn't dare leave your side. She adores her farmer, and she adores being your caregiver as well. She feels like she belongs here, like this is where she was meant to be all along. You wouldn't trade her for the world.

[dexiiexox]

On tour with Matt!

a/n: I’ve been gone for a whiiilleeeee… heh :,)) buuttt I tried my best at writing this, even though I feel like Matt and Chris would be pretty similar while on tour, but I tried making it kinda different :)

Matt Sturniolo x reader

warnings: kissing, not much more really?

summary: what I think Matt would be like on tour :>

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES❕

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First off I he would also have to beg you to come. Since you onbviously didnt want to ruin anything and you wanted Matt to have fun on tour.

"Babyy.. pleaasee, I promise you its no bother at all" Matt was sprawled over my bed, begging me to join him and his brothers on The versus Tour.

"But Matt I’m not so sur-"

"No but’s y/n, I genuenly want you to come, Chris and Nick dont mind at all!" he sat up, at the edge of my bed now.

I sighed.

"Please.. I need you to be there.." he was really begging. The way his doe eyes was pleading with you, made you finally give in to him.

"Alright.. Ill come with you Matt"

I stepped closer to him, in between his legs and he took a hold of my waist. I raked my hands through his hair for a little before my hands found their place on his cheeks before I bendt down and places a kiss on his lips.

Like we all know, Matt has anxiety and I feel like people might make it like such a big thing in their hc or fanfics. Dont get me wrong, anxiety can be different for different people.

But on tour I feel like Matt would need some ressurance or calling down before going on stage sometimes.

There would be a few times before one of the shows where he would get angsty, maybe overthink a few things or he’d straight up stressed (wether that is becuase he’s about to go on stage or some other stuff idk)

I also feel like Matt would be glued to your side, he’d be by your side every possible second (bro barely lets you get up go to the toilet)

Hand on your thigh when youre driving places or eating out, holding your hand, locking pinkies or having his arm over your shoulder when youre walking together, hugging you from behind and just random hugs in general (oh to be hugged by Matthew🥲💕) holding around you in bed, cuddling, spooning, you name it, he’s all for it���😘

I stod by the kitchen isle in the hotellroom we were staying in. I was making myself some tea (or any other profferes drink🌝). I was just standing there for a little, deep in thought, when suddenly two hands smaker around my waist, a familiar scent entered my nose and a head found its place on my shoulder.

"Hey Matt" I giggled.

"Hey sweetheart"

I felt his hot breath on my neck before he placed a kiss on my shoulder. We stod like that for a little while, enjoying the hug before sitting down by the table. Matt sat down with me and placed a hand on my thigh. I giggled slightly looking over at him.

"Are you okay Matt?" I asked, I always want to make sure nothing is bothering him.

"Yeah, just wanna spend time with my loving girlfriend" he smiled and kisses my cheek. I blused at his comment.

"Oh shush.." I mumbled taking a sip of my drink.

Like Chris, Matt would definetly pay for you everywhere you guys go, wether its some random plush at the thrift shop or youre going out for food. He is paying, no questions asked (treating you like the queen you are girl😘👑)

And of course he would make sure youre always comfertable with everything. And I mean everything. He wants everything to be perfect and that youre comfertable 110% of the time, that youre updated on plans so you know when everything is happening. (He’ll go to great lenghts for you babes, love Matt fr💕)

It would be the smallest things, and you’d hve to constantly reassure him its alright.

"Are you sure you want to sleep in these small bunks? I can figure out something else, more spacious and comfertab-" Matt had started rambling on about rearranging my sleeping space after I made the smallest comment about the tiny bunks in the tour bus.

"Matt its alright" I cut him off.

"The bunks are fine, they were just smaller than I expected" I laughed a little.

"Are you sure though? I can arrange something else if not you know" he rubbed the back of his neck and gave me a questioning look.

"Im sure Matt, dont worry, the bunks are fine" I smiled, walked over to him and gave his lips a little peck.

"If you say so" he chuckle lightly and just smiled at me.

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Heyhey, just wrote this from the top of my head💀 so sorry if its terrible. Ive been busy lately sooo yeah. This was lowkey pretty short, but I hope you still enjoyed it :))👍

Anyways, I hope you had a good night or day and youre worth so much💕💕

-dexy💕

[synthshenanigans]

hey so remember how I made color palettes based on the TMPH? well all the songs are out now so here's a crap ton of color palettes based on all the Power Hours!! :D

I might use em myself but if anyone else uses them, please tag me in your post!!! I'd love to see what you do with it :D

Also because I'm a nerd & I like explaining things, where I got the names for them are below if anyone curious bout them :}

TMPH:

Page one is more obvious; it just being the song title. The second page is named with Acts like how the first three songs were titled [both in CJs & in the original]. The entire acts all together is named Ego, hence the bottom being named Ego. And then all of the Ego/Acts together spell C.A.N. & as CJ said in the Directors Commentary, it funnily enough matches with his old YouTube channel name "Can of Soup" [or DJ soup I think it is now].

THDPH:

There aren't as many palettes since there wasn't much I could grab from sadly. But the names are more creative at least.

•Pocket Aces- Shutup Your Stupid: "Maybe I'll shoot my shot at one of those handsome faces. Have a couple drinks, make my stance advantageous; play my pair of Pocket Aces"

•Kismet's Call- Evl Ppl: "Our habits and our rituals aren't half as stacked as Kismet's Call"

•Coloring & Additives- Savages: "Savages! Who work with ratios and averages; Governments, establishments, Coloring and Additives"

•Course & Rough- A Drink to Death: "We were nice, but now I'm Coarse and Rough"

•Casa Infierno- Chonny's Inferno: "Perhaps a snack or beverage, on the house, from Casa Infierno"

•Unintentional Impression- Shutup Your Stupid: "He does his best Impression of me, says it came out 'Unintentionally' "

WWPH-

First page is again just the song titles. Page two is lines from some of the songs [Top two are Laplace's Angel & the bottom two are Memento Mori]. And page three is from the lyric "Heaven. Hell. Nirvana. Nothing. No one knows how it ends" from Memento Mori.

CJPH-

First three on page two are just song titles [Push should technically be labeled Don't Take it Personally but I named it wrong & only realized till just now 🙃. But oh well its too late now]. The bottom two are words from The Lie of Black and White.

•Misery: " 'Every moment I wait substantiates my Misery' "

•Melody: "Every person on Earth deserves to sing their Melody"

Page two is all for Push [or what should have been Push but i fucked up lol]. Streamers are colors from the party streamers on him. Makeup is the colors he used for his makeup [as best I can tell]. And Charcoal is for the charcoal soap goop on him. Buuuuut lets pretend it based on the line "My wrist and my heart where you kissed, pulled apart till it burns like Charcoal" from DTiP. Just so I feel less like an idiot.

Maybe ill post what photos I got the colors from if I feel like it. But if anyone's curious on a specific one, you can send an ask or smth & I'll gladly tell you :}

[https-wildchaos]

Oooh because you have asked for asks I’ll word vomit an idea I had!

Meeting boomer in a bar and he’s just his cocky self and tries to challenge you at pool or darts and he just keeps losing, then cheering him up with buying him a drink lol

a/n;; OH MY GOD HI!! I LOVE UR ART TY FOR THE ASK OH EM GEE YES YES AMAZING!!

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ss;ktlj captain boomerang / george "digger" harkness X male reader

“ Losers Round ”

It was a normal day for you, nothing out of the usual night routine of going to the nearby bar round your house after a long day of working. You entered the bar, greeting the barmen. " the usual? " you nodded with a smile, looking around to see the other folks on the bar counter until you find a new face, a blonde man around your age looking like hr just came out of the costume shop. you felt your social battery recharge, wanting to know the old looking stranger.

— "hey." you tried greeting him, the man raised an eyebrow, turning towards you giving a small nod before taking a long swig of his beer bottle. "you new round here?" you asked him before he opened his mouth to reply: "yeah, name's digger, yours?" he asked you back. "its m/n... had a wild day today? you seem beaten." you'd say, the barmen handing your favorite drink to you. you'd take a long swig before he looks at you with a hint of annoyance as he let out a scoff.

— "ya sure mate? i can prove you otherwise" digger said as he stared at you with a pair of furrowed eyebrows, taking a sip of his drink. "how exactly are you gonna do that?" you asked curiously before he snickered. "ill beat you at every game on this bar" he replied proudly before you let out a laugh. "are you sure? im known as the best player on this bar." he nodded excitedly, ready for a challenge. You both got up ready to compete.

after losing the first round of pool he would scoff, looking at the pool balls angrily "you're just lucky mate!" which he was quickly proved wrong after the few awkwardly short rounds of pool. — "darts! let's do darts, I know for a fact my aim gotta be better than yours you mutt!" he said angrily before you laughed: "ha! alright dude, whatever you say." you guys played darts and well... he proved to be a sore loser after the 5 rounds he lost.

he muttered angrily before sitting back on the bar seat. — "it's some spell you put on me!" he said, looking back at you while you sat by him. "well I've played these for a long time digger, i know you're good at something else." you tried to reassure him, wanting to have him calm down a bit. "yeah alright." he replied, leaning into the corner, tapping his finger on the wood. "listen, what about i give you a beer and we just talk instead, eh?" you'd say to him before he sighed, nodding in defeat.

"barmen!" youd call out with a smile, wanting to know about your new friend

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[hearts-hunger]

with your head on my shoulder || danny wagner x reader

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Summary: You have a bad dream, and Danny's there to take care of you. | Standalone fic in the Four Weddings universe

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader | Genres: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight angst | Word Count: 1.7k | Warnings: none! | Title song: “Strawberry Wine” by Noah Kahan

A/N: Of course Danny and Sunny are what gets me out of this writing dry spell! This is just pure fluff with no plot to speak of, but I hope you like it ♡

You woke with a start, heart pounding, your breath catching in your chest. You sat up in bed and tried to find anything familiar in the darkness of your room, needing to ground yourself on something other than the horrible images racing through your mind.

You made yourself take a deep breath. It was only a nightmare. You were safe in your own bed; despite the storm that sent heavy rain against your window, everything was quiet and peaceful. You were home, and you knew Danny was close by. You were safe.

Those realizations, as comforting as they were, didn’t erase the fear of the nightmare. Your heart was still racing, adrenaline making you ill; you wished you weren’t alone in your bedroom. But Danny was sleeping on the couch, driven out of your bedroom by a fight you’d started.

You felt awful now for what you’d said. It had been so stupid, so needlessly unkind; you’d been tired and frayed from a long, frustrating day at work, and you’d taken it out on him. Instead of being sweet to him when he came home, you’d started in on him for how late he was, and it had quickly escalated from there.

You’d stormed off to bed, and he hadn’t joined you. Now, when you wanted to go to him for comfort, you didn’t know if he’d even want to talk to you.

You walked quietly out to the living room and saw Danny asleep on the couch, as comfortable as he could get with his lanky limbs either scrunched close or hanging off the edge. You felt a pang of guilt as you looked at him; you should have been the one to sleep on the couch, since you’d started the fight in the first place. You bit your lip and debated just going back to your bedroom, wondering if he’d be even more upset with you if you woke him.

Lightning flashed outside, and all thought of going back to your bedroom alone went right out the window. You fairly flew to Danny’s side, unsettled and frightened and needing comfort.

“Danny,” you said softly, standing by the couch and nervously twisting the fabric of his t-shirt you were wearing.

He turned his head towards you. “Wassa matter?” he mumbled. 

“Danny,” you said again, a little desperately.

His eyes fluttered open, and worry and surprise colored his sleepy expression when he saw you.

“Sunny?” he said, his voice gravelly with sleep. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m — ” All of a sudden, seeing him look up at you with such care and concern, you felt terrible for waking him over something so silly. You wrestled with regret and wanted to be close to him so badly you ached with it.

“I — I’m fine,” you managed. “It’s stupid. I’m sorry, Danny. I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

You turned to go, but he took your wrist in a gentle grip to make you stay.

“Hey, hold on,” he said. He tugged you towards him, and you knelt beside the couch. 

“You’re not bothering me,” he said gently. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You felt a rush of tears, and you rested your head against his chest to hide them.

“Bad dream,” you said in a small voice. “And the storm.”

“Oh, honey.” He stroked a hand over your hair. “I’m sorry. Come here.”

He moved over to make room for you on the couch, and when you raised your head to look at him, your vision was blurred with tears.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

He looked a little stricken. “What do you mean, am I sure?” He brushed a few tears from your cheek, and you leaned into his touch.

“Because of our fight,” you said, and your voice was watery and tight. “I… I understand if you’re still mad at me, Danny.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked over your face with all the tenderness in the world as he brushed your hair back from your face.

“Come here,” he said again, and you did as he said. You cuddled as close to him as you could get, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he wrapped an arm snugly around you. 

“My sweet sunshine,” he said gently, and it was comforting to hear the soft rumble of his voice in his chest.

“I’m not angry any more,” he said. “And even if I had been, you can always, always come to me when you’re scared or need my help. No matter what. Okay?”

You nodded, feeling more tears come. “Okay.” You pressed closer to him. “I love you.”

He ran a soothing hand over your back. “I love you too, sweetheart.” He pulled the blanket up over you and tucked you in next to him. “Try and get some rest, sunny. I’m right here.”

You didn’t say that you didn’t think you could get back to sleep; you knew he was tired, and you were content to snuggle close to him and rest in the love he gave you so generously. You played with his hair, twirling his soft curls around your fingers, and felt yourself relax by degrees.

You were almost dozing when a roll of thunder broke the quiet, and you jumped and pressed closer to Danny.

“Hey, hey,” he soothed, startled out of sleep by your sudden movement. “It’s okay, sunny. ‘S just thunder.”

“Sorry,” you said pitifully.

“That’s okay, baby,” he said softly. He kissed your forehead. “Did you sleep at all?”

You shook your head. He propped himself up on his arm, looking down at you; his curls were a little frizzy around his head like a halo, and his eyes were tired.

“Hi,” you said.

He gave you a crooked smile. “Hi, sunny.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek. “I’m sorry you can’t sleep.”

“I’m sorry I’m keeping you up,” you said.

He shook his head. “I don’t mind.” He carefully untangled himself from you and the blankets as he got up from the couch.

“Where are you going?” you asked, hesitant.

“Bathroom,” he said. “And then I thought I’d make you some tea.” He stretched and gave a little groan. “We ought to get a more comfortable couch.”

“Maybe I just shouldn’t start fights with you before bed,” you said in a meek voice.

He chuckled and leaned to give you a quick kiss. “Maybe.”

You huddled into the blankets and pillows still warm with Danny’s body heat, listening to the loud patter of rain on the roof and the occasional peal of thunder. They didn’t bother you so much now that Danny was up; even though you were grateful for the way he’d taken care of you already, it made you feel better to not be the only one awake.

“You want to watch a movie?” he asked. You heard the soft clink of mugs being taken down from the cabinet, and you sat up to watch him over the back of the couch. He’d found one of his comfy sweaters and tied his hair back in a messy bun, and you liked how the kitchen looked even more homey with him in it.

He looked over his shoulder. “Sunny?”

“Hm? Oh, sorry.” You propped your chin in your hand. “Sure. What do you want to watch?”

He poured two mugs of tea and stirred a little bit of honey into each of them. “We could watch Planet Earth,” he said. “That’s a good one to fall asleep to.”

You smiled. “Yeah, but which one? We can never agree on which episode is the best.”

He gave a soft laugh. “Let’s put on your favorite one, sunny. The forest episode, right?”

You hummed in agreement, and you followed him with your gaze as he carefully brought your tea over. He set the mugs on the coffee table and got comfortable beside you, searching through Netflix for the episode you wanted.

“Hey, Danny?”

“Hm?”

When you didn’t say anything, he looked over at you. “What is it, sunny?”

You reached a hesitant, apologetic hand out to him; you touched your fingers to the worn shoulder seam of his sweater.

“I’m sorry I fought with you when you got home,” you said in a quiet voice. “I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you.” You met his eyes. “I’m sorry, Danny.”

He leaned close and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you. I’m sorry too, for arguing when I could have tried to help. Forgive me?”

You rested your head against his shoulder. “Of course.”

The two of you drank your tea — Sleepytime Honey, Danny’s favorite for late nights — and listened to David Attenborough narrate the wonders of forested tundras. 

“Sunny,” Danny ventured after a while. “Do you want to try and sleep in the bedroom?”

You didn’t answer right away, knowing you wouldn’t give the answer he wanted to hear and feeling guilty for it. He read your hesitation and gave you a tired smile.

“You’d rather stay out here, wouldn’t you?” he asked.

“You don’t have to stay,” you said. You didn’t want to go back into your bedroom tonight, worried it would remind you of your nightmare, but you knew he wanted to. “Why don’t you go lay down, honey?”

“I don’t want you to be alone,” he said. He tucked the blankets more closely around you. “So if you want to stay, I do too.”

You gave him a wobbly smile. “Thanks.”

He gave you a gentle kiss. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

You watched the episode in companionable silence for a while as the storm continued outside. Danny started to doze with his tea in hand, and you gently took his mug from him and set it next to yours on the coffee table.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, half-asleep. “You okay?”

“Yes,” you said softly, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. You snuggled against him and leaned your head on his shoulder, tucking your hands under his arm.

“Wake me up if you need anything,” Danny said after a moment, his voice heavy with sleep. “You promise?”

Your throat felt a little tight. You were so thankful for the way he cared for you; tomorrow, he’d have gotten a night of broken sleep and be sore from sleeping on the couch, but he loved you enough to stay with you when you needed him, even when it was less than comfortable.

You cuddled close and let yourself rest against him. “Yeah, I promise.”

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[rorykeanersactualgf]

request where Benny Weir helps the reader calm down from a nightmare or panic attack

A/N: i quite like this idea, decided to use both of them in a mix bcs why not??? :) again if anything is wrong with the post, please tell me so i can fix it, hope you like it lovelies :)) xx i was also a bit unsure on what the dream would be so i left that to your interpretation, i hope that was okay

CW: mentions of a panic attack, mention of Benny dying (IT DOESNT HAPPEN DW), comfort, cutesy fluff, all the good stuff.

Breathing Difficulties

It had been a weird day. Nothing inherently wrong or out of place, but just...off. It felt like something was going to happen, but nothing did. I thought it was just me being paranoid or disassociating from myself so I decided to tell my wonderful boyfriend, Benny, about it on the walk home.

"Hey Benny?" I said, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"Yes my love?" Benny asked, looking down at me with his heart-warming, signature grin following.

"I've been feeling kind of off today, not too sure why though," and clung to his warm arm and rested my head on his shoulder as we walked.

"Oh, do you feel ill? Need anything to eat or drink?" he asked while simultaneously pulling his bag forward to grab food and/or drinks from it, "Is it a headache? I think I have a spell for that somewhere in this book." He enquired while giving me a bottle of water, an apple and flipping through his spell book, scanning over the pages quickly.

"Woah-kay, thanks for the food and drink, and no offence but I don't want to end up with a set of bat wings yet again when last time I came to you for a stomach-ache." I said with a small chuckle leaving me, making me feel a little bit better than I was before.

"Hey! That was one time! And even you admitted that the wings were kind of cool to have." He said with emphasis lacing every word that left him like he was a child.

"Well it was cool, I will admit to that but it was less cool when none of my clothes fitted me properly, and I felt more nauseous than I was before." I said with my arms crossed over my chest with a small smile itching at the corners of my mouth and fake seriousness in my tone, "I've just been feeling out of it today, almost constantly paranoid that something bad will happen. I might just be overthinking again, I don't know," I said looking at my feet, taking a bite out of the apple he gave me.

"Hm..." he stood still for a moment, placing his spell book in his bag again and thought about what to say," Do you need anything like a hug or a kiss, you know I have plenty of those to share for you, my love?" He said with a big smile gracing his face with a cheeky look in his eye as he walked back over to me and held the sides of my arms gently so I could push him off if I wanted to, but I didn't, I smiled and nodded to him and he leaned down into me so I could wrap my arms around his neck and he could wrap his around my waist while nestling his head into the side of my neck so he could leave a few innocent kisses to my cheek, jaw, and neck.

After a few minutes of holding each other, we let go to continue going home and I had basically forgotten about how I was feeling today...

That was until later that night when I had finally gotten to sleep after messaging Benny and my friends goodnight, I had woken up in a frenzy, beads of uncomfortably cold sweat tricking down my spine like a demon touching the very nerves of my spinal cord. I couldn't catch my breath, nothing was making sense in my brain because it was moving too fast for me and my still sleep addled brain to process. The dream wasn't real, it couldn't have been...Benny was still alive...right?

With trembling hands and wobbly vision from the tears brimming my eyes, I called Benny, not realising that it was around half 2 in the morning and he was most definitely asleep. The first ring..... nothing. The second ring..... nothing again. Panic started to rise high in my chest, and at the third ring Benny answered, his groggy and sleepy voice rung through my ears as a wave of relief flooded through me like a tsunami.

"Hello..?" he said again, unsure of who called him, only feeling his phone vibrate and lifting it to his ear without looking at the number, rubbing his eyes.

Short sniffles and hyperventilative breaths, almost too quiet for his similarly sleep addled brain to pick up on but he just managed to, and a quiet sob and a whisper of "hi" was picked up and Benny woke up a bit more, he looked at his phone to see that it was me that was calling and he shot up in bed, suddenly very awake and a bit dizzy from the sudden movement. "Baby? Are you okay? Talk to me, please."

I tried to speak, to formulate any sort of wording that could be considered anything but gibberish but only shaky breaths and stammers of what I wanted to tell him actually came out. I couldn't breathe, it felt like all the air was sucked out from around me and my lungs but I still felt its chilly hands trail down my spine and exposed arms.

It had taken Benny a moment to realise what was happening but when he realised what was happening, he started to guide me through it, virtually holding my hand while I felt I almost lost grip on reality.

"Okay, listen to me baby, I'm right here, listen to my voice, breathe with me." His soothing voice sounded through the speaker as I followed along with him, breathing in through my nose for 5 seconds, holding it for 7, breathing out my mouth for 8. When my breathing went back to semi-normal, he continued to guide me, even though I heard slight rustling in the other side of the phone.

"You're doing so good baby, okay, now can you tell me 5 things you can see?" I started looking around my room and named a few things I could see.

"Very good, now can you tell me 4 things you can touch?" He continued to praise me throughout the call, listening very intently.

"Uh, my blanket, my phone, my shirt and my pillow."

"Mhm, now can you name me 3 things you can hear?"

"Well now I can hear something being zipped up, a small bang and a pained grunt from you, are you okay? Benny? Benny, please say you're okay..." I continued to trail off and ramble because at the time I thought something bad was happening on his side.

"I'm okay baby, we're focusing on you right now. What are 2 things you can smell?" He said through gritted teeth, in hindsight it was probably from him stubbing his toe in the dark. (baby is okay don't worry haha.)

As he said this, I could hear wind on his side of the phone, and now that I was calmer I could tell he wasn't in danger and that he was probably doing something.

"Um, I don't know, my (fragrance of choice) and some laundry detergent from my bed." I said more as a question than a statement.

As I was saying this, I heard a small incantation be cast and a woosh of air not far from my house and a slight tap on my window and got up to see what it was. Peeking from behind my curtain, I saw Benny with a big and proud smile gracing his face as he gestured if I wanted a hug with a coy smile on his face. I leant into him as he pressed a small, sweet kiss on my lips as he finally asked,

"What's 1 thing you can taste?"

"You," was all that barely left me as I went back up onto my tiptoes to kiss him again... and again... and again... until we both eventually fell asleep in each others arms, now content and with a warm feeling in both of our chests and faces.

A/N: hope you like it at least a bit xx

[deadduvznap]

Wait you do Harry Potter? Hell yea dawg I'll request that shit

Ron x dom Male Reader

Maybe reader is a slytherin, and doesn't take kindly to the golden trio or wtv

Anyways they're alone, room of requirements or sum. Que the non con, knife/blood play (would they use knives if they had magic?? Idk), and sadism

I have no clue how to send the hard ask thingies lmao my brain does not work very well

-💫 anon :D

(Pronouns are he/him btw for future reference)

as always FEMALE ALIGNING DNI !!!!!!

my requests are currently closed but ill write a lil blurb for you ml kisses kisses

okay okay yesss i think that you dont like the golden trio that much not because they are gryffindors but probably because smth happened w harry (hes a bitch i dont like him 🗣️ )and then romance between ron and hermione but you like ron but you cant say anything blah blah blah but one day ur in the room of requirement because probably you saw ron and hermione talking and it rlly hit you so you wander round the halls till you find the room of requirement and its a nice little cozy library for you with a little fireplace and couches and you just go and sit and sob for a little but then you hear the door creak open you stiffen up and stop making any noise and peek round the corner or ur big chair and you see ron peeking his head in lookin confused and he sees you and he walks in hes like oh hey ive never seen this room before this is pretty cool and ur just quiet on the chair staring into the fire and ron is walking over to the other couch and he plops down and he keeps and keeps talking and ur just getting more irritated w him and he cant tell and ur staring at him ur eyes are puffy and ur arms are crossed over urself and one hand on ur wand and ron finally looks at you and he tilts his head looking so cute btw and hes like hey whats wrong and you dont say anything then you hit him w the petrificus totalus curse (the full body binding curse) and his limbs snap together and he slumps over the chair like a 2x4 leaning on it. you walk up to him ur like you talk too much and okay lets say ur a half blood (somehow) so you stay strapped up w a pocket knife at all times (even tho you dont need it) and you can see the fear in his eyes as you get closer to him and you can hear the noises in his throat as hes panicking trying to get away from you and you use ur wand to rope his limbs up (the incarcerous spell) and shove a cloth in his mouth prob like idk smth random you have idk and then you undo the curse and he immedietly tries to run away and cry but since the rope has him binded so tightly his arms behind his back and his ankles together you push him to sit down and pull his robes off as he struggles and cries trying to get away from you so you take ur little (5 inch) pocket knife and hold it to his neck and tell him to stop fucking moving or ull cut off his fingers sorry guys im feeling very torturous rn and hes full got tears running down his face soaking into his cloth gag and you bend him over the side his hips pressed against the arm rest of the couch chair thing and press his face into the actual seat and bend his back as much as possible btw so it hurts more and hes thrashing around cus it hurts and he doesnt want this he doesnt like you he likes hermione he just needed to destress after getting into an argument w the other two and now? now hes getting raped by someone he (thinks he) hates and then he feels something pressing against his asshole and guess what its ur dick bout to absolutely rawdog him no lube no condom no prep just some spit maybe so it doesnt hurt you or dare i say his own blood as the lube? you put ur dick against his asshole and he starts squirming his eyes squinty and trying to get away from you and so you take ur knife and press against his lower back and tell him i told you not to move around like a little bitch and you stick the knife into his back and he screams cus it hurts so bad hes shoving his face into the couch harder and hes crying trying to get away but the more he wiggles the deeper the knife goes in and that hurts more and you pull the little knife out and gather some blood with ur hand and use that as lube before it clots up and when that happens you just get more blood if hes about to pass out you use a spell to heal that wound and stab him somewhere else and get more blood by the time you cum hes about to pass out from the pain and hes absolutely covered in blood its dripping down his back from his lower back to his head and all over his arms and the couch is soaked with blood and his hair is a red ginger mess with clots of blood hes almost breathing in blood through the cloth gag

(sorry was at block text limit) through his mouth if you pull out and cum on his back it literally just mixes with the blood he passes out and you leave him there bound in rope and gagged over the edge of the couch covered in clotted and dried blood

[luxxtuxx]

WAIT CUTE IDEA hobie could be talking to pav and the topic of reader comes up, Hobie starts ranting about how cool she is (all fluff and stuff) and reader comes up walking totally oblivious and pav says “speak of the devil” and she’s worried he was taking sour of her but pav reassured her it was all good things while Hobie is just kinda baffled by her beauty until he snaps out of it and covers pavs mouth so he doesn’t spoil his big fat crush on her

KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!

This is a hobie X Fem Reader.

CW: Pav missing social cues and almost spilling the beans to YN

Im sorry if I spelled pavitrs GFs name wrong. My autocorrect won't let me change it

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Hobie watched the girl he loved do tiktok dances with gwen, watching her laugh and cheer. He watched as she struggled with a fast pace dance, seeing how today she was in the 3-inch, knee-high platform hot pink boots he bought her for her birthday. Her outfit looked adorable, A white top with a panda on it, a black and pink plaid skirt, ripped-up black tights, her boots, with a cute fluffy black purse

Pavitr walked over and looked at hobie confused "Hey Dude! Why are you pink? And why are you staring at Y/n and gwen?" he tilted his head confused. It took a second "OH MY GOD YOU LI-" hobie quickly moved and covered Pavi's mouth as Y/N looked their way.

He huffed, "Stay quiet man. she can't know" He growled at him. Pav cheers "Awwww that's so cute! if you ask her out, we could have a double date with me and Gaytari!" Hobie looked at his Indian friend with a frown. "Bruv cant. She is so much better than me" The punk sighs.

"What makes you think that? he asked sitting next to the tall punk. Hobie looks at Pav like he is offended. "Bruv, Have you seen her?" he sighs a bit "Those gorgeous eyes, and her colorful style, her never-ending kindness, Oh and have you seen the way she takes care of Mayday." he stared at the ceiling, "her voice... just her saying hi makes me all happy, I don't get it. I don't know how she has such a hold on me. Every time she looks at me I fall farther in love." He growls "Im not supposed to be soft or mushy or sweet, But she makes me feel that way. And I hate it and love it at the time Ya know" he looked at Pav, who muttered to him "Speak of the devil"

Y/n walks over, "Good morning, pav I thought you were spending the day with Gaytari." Pav hums "I was until I got talking with hobie about his crush" hobie quickly hit his arm "-INg new song!" She could tell Pav was lying "That was great, really good show stopper now the truth"

Hobie was quick to make a cover "Truth is umm, Pav was trying to rally people together to go to that ice cream place you always talk about" He sighs calming down when she bought that lie. "Oh COOL ILL GO ASK GWEN AND MILES" The second she walked off hobie turned red "YOU ALMOST TOLD HER" Pav ran away at the dark voice and hobie chased him

Bonus:

Hobie and the squad sat at your favorite ice cream parlor happily nomming down on the ice cream. Y/n had picked a flavor for everyone, "Mm! Hobie try this" She held her cone near his lips, And at his actions, she gasps. "HE BIT MY ICE CREAM! ARE YOU CRAZY?!" she moved gwen in between them, all of them joking around as hobie watched her joke and thought (I am crazy.... Crazy in love with you)

[spooo00oky]

Siren’s Spell

Chapter three.

Pairing: siren!Wooyoung x reader

Warnings: swearing, Thalassophobia, suggestive themes, surprisingly no cliff hanger this time, more to come!

Word Count: 8k+

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m so sorry this took so long to be finished but life has been so crazy for me lately. Life is still pretty hectic but I’ll be trying to write chapter 4 whenever I can! I hope you all enjoy this new chapter it’s shorter than the others have been but I still hope you enjoy this one! Please reblog to show your support it means a lot to me!

Editors note: hey if there is anything wrong with the format please send spooky a message because its kinda acting weird and ill fix it if it actually needs fixing thanks &lt;3 - AlbedosFox

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Chapter III

I began to push away from Wooyoung as soon as we surfaced in the den. He wasn’t even bothered as I pushed against his chest, he simply set me on the edge of the pool and I quickly crawled away from him. He followed after me. He didn’t even bother to put on pants before he was grabbing my hand and spinning me around to face him. 

I yanked my hand free and glared at him. “Don’t touch me.” 

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Are you seriously still mad over me not letting you back up to the surface? It’s for your own protection.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me, that wasn’t part of the agreement! We agreed that I would be allowed trips to the surface if I come back here every night, you don’t get to take that away from me now.” 

“That was before you were attacked by a group of males. If I hadn’t been there, who knows what could’ve happened!” He started, taking a step towards me that I mirrored with my own step back. “I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I had known that it would be this dangerous for you.”

“You think the giant sea monster that likes to peep in through the hole in the ceiling is any safer than a bunch of males on the surface? Wooyoung, I’ve dealt with that sort of thing before I had even met you. I would’ve been fine without your help, I have friends to help me with that sort of thing.”

He rolled his eyes. “You mean the demon and the shifter? They weren’t even there with you when this happened, you were all alone.” 

“With bystanders all around! Someone would’ve stepped in at some point,” I argued. My heart was racing in anger and my chest and face felt hot. I couldn’t let him win this argument, not this one. “You can’t keep me down here forever or else I’ll start to resent you.”

“You’ll come around eventually when you realize I’m doing this for your own well being,” he said, his expression stern. “You’re my mate, you are my first priority.” 

“Use that term loosely because we’re still figuring things out Wooyoung. You barely know me, and I barely know you. You don’t get to do the things you’ve done and suddenly act like you can run my life and make decisions for me!” 

“Hello.”

To say I nearly jumped out of my skin is an understatement. The new voice startled me so bad I nearly stumbled and hit the floor. Wooyoung didn’t even flinch, in fact, he only sighed before he turned to the source of the voice. I followed his gaze and saw one of the prettiest males of my life wading in the hole in the floor, and he looked between the two of us with a puzzled expression. “I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” His voice was deep and rich and I was instantly drawn to it. Wooyooung’s was pretty but this newcomer’s voice was downright dangerous. 

“No you’re not Yeosang. My mate and I were just discussing some things,” Wooyoung said and it clicked. This was who he wanted me to meet, his friend that he thought I would get along with. 

What Wooyoung said processed in my mind and I rolled my eyes. It was no doubt that Yeosang had heard everything from his expression but if Wooyoung wanted to keep matters like this private then so be it. 

“Pretty loud discussion. I could hear you two before I was even near your home.” Yeosang moved to pull himself onto the edge of the pool and I caught a flash of green scales before I was averting my gaze to the wall. In true siren fashion, Yeosang was naked. Wooyoung grumbled something under his breath before he was leaving the room and coming back a moment later with something in his hand. He tossed the pair of sweatpants towards his friend and moved to step in front of me, shielding my eyes with his body. 

“There are humans present.” 

“Right, sorry.” Yeosang directed his words to me as he put the pants on. It wasn’t until he was clothed did Wooyoung move and Yeosang gave me a charming smile. “Nice to meet you, I’m Yeosang.” 

I could feel some of my earlier anger melting away in his presence and I gave him a kind smile. “Nice to meet you as well. I’m y/n.” 

“Oh you’re mad at me but you won’t be mad at him?” 

I shot Wooyoung with a dirty look. “He hasn’t done anything wrong unlike you.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Wooyoung what did you do?” Yeosang said with a sigh. His shoulders slumped with a weight that I could only assume came from dealing with Wooyoung for many years. 

“I didn’t do anything!” Wooyoung tried defending himself. 

“That’s on me for asking you what you’ve done wrong,” Yeosang said before he turned to me instead. This caused Wooyoung to cry out indignantly. “What did this idiot do?” 

“He won’t take me back up to the surface after an incident that happened on my way back to him today,” I summed it up for Yeosang. I was already starting to like him, this was someone that could put Wooyoung in his place. Hopefully. 

Yeosang’s eyes widened and he turned to Wooyoung, who had the nerve to at least look guilty. “Wooyoung! You can’t just do that! Humans need sunlight to survive, they can get sick without it!” 

“I’ll bring the sunlight down here to her.” 

Yeosang wasn’t amused by that answer. “You’re being stupid. Do I need to bring the others into this? I’ll come back with Seonghwa if I need to.”

Wooyoung huffed. “Like he’d do anything.” 

“I’ll bring Jongho and Yunho too.” 

Wooyoung paused. “She was attacked by males on the surface Yeo!” He clearly didn’t like the idea of the other two people being brought into this. 

“You don’t think that would’ve happened even in Socix during mating season? Use what little brain power you have, Wooyoung and think this through.” 

“You guys have a mating season?” I asked, that small piece of information catching my attention. 

Yeosang opened his mouth to answer before he gave Wooyoung a sharp look. Wooyoung was looking at the ground now, and it dawned on me that this was something I should’ve already known. How much was he not telling me? “You didn’t tell her that this is mating season?”

“Wait, mating season is right now?” I said aloud, my mind reeling a bit. Some beings on the surface had mating seasons at different points in the year, that I already knew. I also knew that those beings acted differently during these times as was expected. Judgment could become clouded and rash decisions were made aplenty. If Wooyoung and Yeosang were in their mating season, was me being Wooyoung’s mate a rash decision and it was only his instincts guiding him? Had I been the only person that would actually talk to him on the surface and he was drawn to me due to that? The severity of the incident earlier fully hit me then, and those males that had grabbed me were lucky they walked away alive and unharmed from the altercation. 

I suddenly couldn’t look at Wooyoung right now, my gaze focused on the floor. I really didn’t want to be here right now. Anywhere but here. Was this all because of an instinct fueled endeavor on Wooyoung’s part? Did he even care about my being or was I just the closest warm body in his mind? I felt a little sick right about now. 

“Y/n, don’t. I can practically see the thoughts running through your mind and I can smell you,” Wooyoung gently scolded me. He moved to grab my arm and I yanked it away before he could even touch me. He looked hurt at the sudden action but I was beyond caring at this point. 

“Why shouldn’t I be thinking like this? You’re keeping things from me, Wooyoung, and I only found out about it because your friend brought it up on top of what you’re threatening me with!” 

I felt tears prick my eyes and I couldn’t stay in this room any longer. I made a speedy escape and I heard footsteps attempt to follow me but I didn’t stick around long enough to see who it was. I hurried to the bedroom and Yeosang’s voice was the last thing I heard before I shut the door behind me. “Let her cool down a bit before you apologize.” 

I curled up on the bed, the tears already making my vision blur. I buried myself beneath the covers as the first tear fell and absorbed into the pillow, my chest hurting with the thoughts that were running through my mind. I could hear Yeosang and Wooyoung arguing over the sound of my sniffles but I didn’t pay attention to their words. I didn’t want to. I suddenly felt so stupid for believing that Wooyoung had a genuine interest in me and for not realizing earlier that a small part of me was hoping that this would work out. I suddenly felt so alone down here and I wish I had Mingi or San or even Belle here with me right now. Someone to bring a sense of normalcy to my life right about now. Hongjoong’s presence would also be appreciated as well, a familial connection would be great right about now. He’d scold me for being dumb and jumping into things, but I’d even take that at this point. I could hear San saying “I told you so” right about now, but he wouldn’t mean it. He’d say it in the softest voice ever while hugging me and wiping my tears away, and Mingi would come by later with my favorite snacks and food and would try his hardest to make me smile. I miss my friends so much right now. 

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I was woken up to the sound of the door opening slowly. I could practically feel eyes on me from beneath the mountain of blankets I had piled on top of me. I held my breath to listen for footsteps but I didn’t hear anything. I nearly jumped when I felt the blankets begin to shift on top of me. Stupid sirens and their silent footsteps. 

I didn’t move until I saw light. I was looking up at Wooyoung now, and he frowned even more when he saw my eyes that were no doubt red and puffy from crying. He looked guilty and upset and I wished I had listened to what Yeosang and him talked about now. 

“I think we need to talk,” he said softly, moving more of the blankets out of the way so that he could pull me out of them. I let him move me into a sitting position before I settled in comfortably. I noticed he had shut the door behind him and I realized that Yeosang was still here if that was the case. He was giving us a semblance of privacy because I knew Yeosang could very well hear everything that was said in here. 

I let out a small sigh before nodding. I felt more level headed than I had before, my anger cooled down until there was only a dull ache of pain in my chest. I was a little worried about what he was going to say next. I was worried that my fears were going to be confirmed. It was one thing to think such things but it was a whole other to hear them confirmed out loud. “I think so too. Please don’t sugar coat anything, I need to know everything Wooyoung. Is all of this purely because it’s mating season for you?” 

Wooyoung immediately shook his head. “It’s not, I promise. Siren’s don’t go crazy at the sight of the first female like others do, it’s not part of our nature. Yeosang can confirm this. I made you my mate because I genuinely like you, even though I could’ve gone about things differently.” 

I felt a weight suddenly lift off of my chest but there was still a small part of me that didn’t believe him. Did he really mean it or was he only saying this to keep himself in my good graces? I wasn’t going to stick around if this was all due to his instincts telling him to be a horn dog. 

I must’ve had a look on my face because Wooyoung was quick to follow up on that statement. “I know you don’t believe me, and I don’t blame you,” he started, “and I’ll spend a long time making you believe me if that’s what it takes.” He looked down at his hands then, almost like he was ashamed. “And I’m sorry for the way I acted earlier. It was wrong of me to say those things and to say that you aren’t allowed back up to the surface just because I was jealous and overreacting.” His words sounded a little rehearsed and I had the sneaking suspicion that Yeosang really knocked some sense into him and made sure he had it all straight in his mind before he came to talk to me. 

“And?” 

Wooyoung pouted before he finished his statement. “And I won’t act like that again I promise.”

“And?” 

“And I’m sorry for how I behaved when I visited you at work. There was no reason for me to act like that because we’re still figuring things out like we discussed.”

“And?” 

Wooyoung’s brows scrunched up in confusion. He was obviously racking his brain for anything else he needed to apologize for. I almost felt bad for teasing him like this until his next words came out of his mouth. “And I’m sorry for being so hot?” 

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away, making him laugh but his eyes were still wary. He was waiting to hear what I had to say in regards to his apology and I pretended to really think it over. I could practically hear the whine building up in his throat as I drew it out, and he began to squirm nervously. It was a nice change of pace to see him being the one to wait on me for once, anxious to hear my verdict. The roles had reversed from earlier. 

“I forgive you. But,” I said quickly at his hopeful look. He settled back down onto the bed and looked at me with sparkling eyes. It was enough to melt some of my resolve. He looked so much like a puppy at that moment. A huge, aquatic murder puppy. “We’re still working on things, so the previous ground rules still apply. You also will never threaten me with not bringing me back up to the surface again, and you won’t act like an asshole when I’m around other males because we may be labeled as mates but we’re far from it, got it?” 

He nodded enthusiastically. He opened his mouth to say something but I held up my hand. “‘I’m not finished.” He settled back down again and motioned for me to continue. “You will tell me everything that comes with being your mate, the good, the bad and the ugly. I need to know these things so I know what to expect. Obviously there were some things being kept from me for reasons that I don’t know.” 

Wooyoung opened his mouth to say something before he closed it and sighed. “I was keeping those things from you because I thought I’d scare you off with that knowledge. You were so scared of being down here in the first place that I thought if I told you everything at first you’d demand to go back up to the surface and I’d never see you again.”

I felt a little guilty because he had a good point. I was still a little on edge being here in the den now and the strange sounds that periodically echoed off of the walls didn’t help my nerves. It’s gotten better but this wasn’t exactly home to me and he knew it despite his best efforts to make it seem like it could be. I couldn’t even say how I would’ve reacted if he had told me everything up front, but I know I would’ve still appreciated honesty above anything else. Honesty would have helped us avoid situations like this. 

I sighed. “I’m sorry too then because I could’ve been more vocal about what I needed to know about all of this.” He went to speak and I cut him off before he could. “Don’t even say it because it’s true. Instead of letting things slide I should’ve been more vocal. From now on I’m going to ask more questions and you had better answer them.” 

“Oh, I was going to say that you should’ve been asking questions this whole time instead of holding back,” he said and broke out in laughter as I moved to pinch his arm. He grabbed my hand to stop me and I scowled at him. 

“Could you at least humor me?”

“No I don’t think I will because seeing you irritated is cute.”

I groaned and pulled my hand out of his grip. He let go and gave me a teasing grin before he spoke again. “So since you have so many questions for me, I’ll answer all that I can with the help of Yeosangie. But in order to do that we need to head to the kitchen because I made an apology dinner and it’s currently getting cold.”

“Fine fine let’s go eat dinner,” I said before I moved to get up from the bed. He helped me stand before walking out with me. I saw Yeosang sitting at the table and I gave him a small smile. A small part of me was embarrassed for the way I acted and stormed out but I reasoned with myself that it was a valid reaction. I was suddenly hit with a lot of things at once. “Sorry you had to be here for all of this.”

Yeosang waved away my apology. “Don’t be. Someone had to knock some sense into this idiot. If it wasn’t me it would’ve been one of the others.”

“How many others are there?” I asked out of curiosity. I took a seat at the table and Woyooung set a plate of food in front of me before he sat down as well. My stomach rumbled at the smell of the meal and I was pleased to see that it was one of my favorite dishes. 

“There are three others in our Current. It’s me, Wooyoung, Seonghwa, Yunho, and Jongho that make up the group,”  Yeosang explained. I dimly remember someone mentioning that a group of sirens was called a “Current” due to the fact that they could change whole ocean tides. 

“Will I meet them one day?” 

“Maybe one day, but let’s take things slow. You’re only just meeting Yeosangie,” Wooyoung said after he had sipped his drink. I nodded in agreement and took a bite of food and saw Wooyoung begin to eat out of the corner of my eye. 

“So Wooyoung and I are mates. What exactly does that entail? There’s more to it than what was previously thought, obviously,” I asked. There wasn’t any bite to my tone now, only curiosity and the eagerness to know more. 

“Wooyoung already said this but I’ll explain a little more. There is a bond between you now; the mating bond. It snapped into place when the courting ritual was complete and the ancient magic surrounding mating bonds sealed it,” Yeosang explained. Wooyoung provided the helpful information that it was completed when I returned his affections, aka when I gave him the coffee. “It’s not a bond like other beings where you are now one and you share thoughts and feelings between the two of you, but there is that connection of “you are mine’ and ‘I am yours’ now. Wooyoung is going through a lot of raging emotions right now that comes with the fresh bond, one of them being a heightened sense of protectiveness. It doesn’t excuse his actions but I want to put that out there to further explain why he’s more of an idiot now than he usually is.” 

Wooyoung whined at the jab and Yeosang snickered, looking at his friend with nothing but affection on his eyes. I’ve only known Yeosang for a few hours but even I could tell that he truly loved his friend despite the constant teasing between the two. 

“So there is a bond here, but I won’t feel it because I’m a human, correct?”

“That’s correct. You may experience similar emotions the longer you’re near him, but you’ll never experience the full extent of them. You’ll experience a few different changes now that I think about it.” He paused before he turned to look at him. “Have you explained the mating rituals to her yet?” 

I nearly choked on my food and Wooyoung was even struggling to keep his composure. Yeosang watched with a raised brow at our reactions to the question, waiting patiently until we had settled down once again. “I take that as a no.” 

“I never exactly had the chance to,” Wooyoung sheepishly admitted. He was suddenly very interested in the food before him. 

Yeosang nodded in understanding. “You know that some beings on the surface leave mating bites on their partners to lay claim, right?”

I nodded, my hand instinctively went to my neck. Wooyoung tracked the movement with his eyes but averted his gaze when I met it. 

“Sirens do that as well, but there are added steps before that. The mating mark is the final step so to speak, it officiates the bond between the two of you. Before that though you both will get an earring of a gem stone you both choose, it would be the equivalent of an engagement ring in human terms. This is an ancient tradition to symbolize that you are each other’s jewel forever or something along those lines, I don’t exactly remember,” Yeosang said with a shrug. “Seonghwa might know. He’s a romantic.” 

Wooyoung snorted. “Spends all his time dreaming of love but hasn’t found it yet.” 

“You found a mate only because I didn’t know better.” 

Wooyoung sputtered at my comment as Yeosang burst into a fit of laughter, the sweet sound bouncing off of the stone walls. I smirked at Wooyoung and he pouted at me but made no remark back. He knew I was right. 

“You were right, I do like her,” Yeosang said once his laughter had calmed down. He wiped a tear from his eye and he gave me a dazzling smile. “We can spend time together whenever you want.”

“Should’ve known you two would connect over bullying me,” Wooyoung grumbled as he stood and took our empty plates. He set them in the sink and began to wash them. “I had good intentions when I introduced you two and this is the thanks I get?” 

“Thank you Wooyoung!” I said teasingly and I only got more grumbling in response. 

“You had mentioned that I’d experience some different changes as well. What did you mean by that?” I asked despite exhaustion starting to pull at my eyes. I was still tired after my crying session earlier. How late was it? I’d have to make a note to bring a clock down here. 

Yeosang opened his mouth but paused, his dark eyes moving to Wooyoung for a moment before he focused on me again. “I won’t explain everything because some things are best left for him to speak to you about, but I will say that you’ve already begun to experience some changes. Two of them being the fact that you’re able to tolerate the deep depths of the river and the cold temperatures of the water as well. A normal human would’ve been crushed to the pressure or died of hypothermia whenever they entered the water.” 

In the chaos that had been me waking up here and sorting everything out, I hadn’t even thought things such as that. I didn’t think twice about hopping into the water and making the trip up to the surface and back again. This was partially due to my anxieties with other things in the water but I was shocked that I had jumped in like I was jumping into a kid’s pool. “Why is that? Is it because of the mating bond?” 

“Yes and no. The mating bond will affect you in many different ways, but sirens are also beings infused with a very ancient form of magic,” Yeosang explained. 

“Think of it like this,” Wooyoung spoke up from the sink, turning to face them now. “I’m a flame on a stove and you’re a pan. I can heat up the pan to make it hot, but the pan never turns into a flame. The pan remains a pan but it’s hot like the flame is.” 

“For lack of a better way to explain it, yes, that analogy works,” Yeosang stated. “You’ll always be a human but with a few added benefits.” 

“Oh,” I said thoughtfully. I’ve only been around Wooyoung for a few weeks and I’ve already begun to experience some of these benefits. What other benefits could there be? Would I start sprouting gills to be able to breath underwater as well? “Would being around you also affect my lifespan?” It would make sense after all. 

Yeosang hesitated to respond and I realized the implications of my question. It could be taken as I would only use Wooyoung to live forever if what I was guessing was true. “You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

“It would. You won’t notice it now because the bond is still fresh and you’re young, but later on you’ll start to notice that you’ve slowly stopped aging before ceasing it all together,” Wooyoung explained, giving me a serious look. I knew the meaning behind that look and it was “don’t tell anyone”. The expression wasn’t accusatory and I appreciated Wooyoung’s good faith in me that I wouldn’t abuse this benefit and stay with him only for that. It made sense that this was somewhat of a secret that had to be kept. Sirens were already beautiful as is, I remember the stares Wooyoung got whenever he was on the surface. If others knew that being with them came with the benefit of immortality there would be dozens of people throwing themselves at the first siren they saw. I highly doubted that all the sirens were as kind as Wooyoung and Yeosang were. 

“Don’t give away all of our secrets now, Wooyoung,” Yeosang sighed. 

“She can know, she won’t spread it around. I know she won’t. She’s only asking because she’s best friends with a demon and a shifter,” he defended me and I was grateful for it. It was true. Both San and Mingi were immortal while I was mortal; my lifespan was not even a fraction compared to theirs. If I could change that I would in a heartbeat if it meant I didn’t have to say goodbye to them in the end.  

“You have a talent for building relationships with anything that’s not a human, don’t you,” Yeosang said with a teasing grin. 

“That’s not true. I’m best friends with my cousin, Hongjoong, and he’s human.” 

“Family doesn’t count.” 

I thought about it. “I’m using my job as an excuse. There’s only a handful of humans at my job, and it was tedious just getting an interview with Belle.”

“What do you do for a job anyway?” Yeosang asked, leaning forward in his seat. Wooyoung had returned to his seat next to me and his eyes were on me as well. I wasn’t surprised that he was curious about my career, he visited my building today after all. There weren’t many details spoken, only that it was important to me. 

“I’m a fashion designer for Lunar Couture,” I explained. At their blank looks I realized that they had no idea what that was. “It’s a high end designer label up top. It’s really hard to be hired by them, especially if you’re a human.”

Yeosang made a noise of understanding before he turned on Wooyoung. “You were going to just take that all away? She’s worked hard for this!” 

Wooyoung sputtered at the sudden accusation and fumbled with a response for a few minutes. He settled on looking guilty for a moment. “I thought it was just to make money to take care of herself at first, and I told her I would provide everything she needed. This is the first I’m actually hearing more details on what it’s like.” 

Yeosang pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is why we ask more questions before we just go dashing up to the surface.” He gave me an apologetic look. “You’ll have to excuse him, he got excited when I started discussing surface customs with him a few weeks ago and he wanted to visit as soon as he could. He jumped the gun, clearly, before I could explain more things with him. It’ll be a learning process. Wooyoung, the surface isn’t like Socix where you need to hunt everyday. Y/n has a career and it’s obviously very important to her, you can’t just take that away from her.” 

“I know that now!” Wooyoung snapped before he turned to me with a small pout. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful concerning your career. I’m sorry.” 

“I forgive you, you didn’t know.” I gave him a small smile. “This means I’m going back tomorrow morning right?” 

“Yes it does,” Wooyoung confirmed and I felt my smile grow. 

“By the way, how do you know so much about surface dweller things?” I asked Yeosang. 

“I have a friend up top who I talk to regularly, as well as making a few trips myself,” he explained. Wooyoung whined and Yeosang narrowed his eyes at him. “You don’t come because you can’t handle it. I’d like to shield my friend from you all for as long as I can.”

Wooyoung grumbled something under his breath as he slumped back into his chair. Another yawn slipped out and I sleepily rubbed my eyes, the day truly catching up with me now. 

“I think I should get going. Humans need a lot of sleep to stay healthy Wooyoung,” Yeosang told him and he waved away his advice. 

“I know that, I haven’t kept her awake late.” 

Yeosang nodded his approval before turning to me again with a smile. “It was nice to meet you, I hope to see you again soon. If you ever need me, just call out my name. I’m usually close enough to be within hearing range.”

I gave him a tired smile. “I appreciate it, thank you. We’ll have to hang out again soon.”

Yeosang gave one final wave before he was diving into the pool in the other room. Once he was fully submerged the pair of sweatpants he had on landed on the floor with a wet slap before the water stilled completely. 

Wooyoung’s hand on my shoulder brought me back to the kitchen table and I looked at him in confusion. He smiled and stood from his chair, helping me up as well. “It’s time to get you to bed if you have work the next morning.” 

I nodded and let him lead me to the bedroom. He pulled out pajamas for me and stepped out of the room to let me get changed. I appreciated the privacy as I changed before crawling into bed. He heard the ruffle of the covers and came back into the room, nearly diving in beside me with a smile on his face. He made no move to hold me this time, my body was still and my eyes were already closed. He didn’t even need to sing to me tonight, my mind not even registering the noises outside of the house as it was too tired to even care. Sleep came quickly tonight, to which I was thankful for. 

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I didn’t want to get up the next morning. It was so warm and cozy in the bed that it was hard to even open my eyes. The pillow was soft and I couldn’t help but nuzzle my head into it with a happy sigh, a smile creeping onto my face. It wasn’t until the pillow shifted beneath me that I cracked an eye open, seeing what caused the disturbance. 

“Good morning sleepy head.” 

My eyes widened completely at the sound of Wooyoung’s voice and I slowly realized the pillow I had been nuzzling my head into was, in fact, Wooyoung’s clothed chest. Once my groggy brain put the pieces together I quickly sat up. I stared down at Wooyoung with mild horror but he only smirked as he watched me. Of course he would’ve enjoyed the entire thing. His smirk only grew into a full smug grin when I felt my face start to get hot. 

“Why were you cuddling with me?” I demanded from him, refusing to believe that I had been the one to initiate it. There was no way. He had to have pulled me closer during the night and we woke up like this. I did nothing to start this!

“I can smell your embarrassment,” he snickered as he sat up too. “That was all you, though. You’re really cute when you’re cuddly, you know that? I went to go and make breakfast and you grabbed onto me when I moved. It was the cutest thing when you started mumbling in your sleep.”  

“You’re lying.” 

Wooyoung’s grin turned downright sinister. “I tried to push you off so you could still sleep and I could start on breakfast but you wouldn’t let go. I’m only a man, y/n. I would never pass up on the opportunity to have my mate cuddling up to me like that.”

“Shut up!” 

“You know you drool in your sleep too?” 

His laughter rang throughout the room as I threw a pillow at his retreating back. He was still laughing even as he entered the kitchen and I flopped back into the bed with a groan. He’d never let me live this down now. Why had I done that? Clearly it had been subconscious I had made sure there was a healthy distance between us before I fell asleep. I’m blaming the bond even though I don’t know how else the bond is going to affect me, but Yeosang said I would experience some changes. That’s what it was and nothing else. 

I groaned again. Was it a bad thing though? It was embarrassing, there was no doubt about that. We were mates though, these kinds of things were almost expected. It was going to happen sooner or later, for us it just happened to be sooner. Despite the deal we had it was me that ended up overstepping. Wooyoung didn’t seem upset though, far from it. 

“Breakfast is ready, cuddle bug!” Wooyoung shouted from the kitchen, breaking me out of the trance I was in with my face smushed into the pillows.  

I sighed and slowly got up and trudged to the kitchen, that smirk still on his face when I sat down at the table. He set a plate of food in front of me and took his own seat. He waited as he always did for me to take a bite and show that I liked it before he began to dig in. He was practically glowing right now and I decided maybe it wasn’t so bad that we cuddled if this was the reaction it got out of him. 

“I can’t wait to tell Yeosang that you cuddled up to me this morning.” 

“Don’t you dare.” 

“Why not? It’s adorable.” 

“It’s not!” 

“You were asleep during it. You don't know that it wasn’t adorable from my perspective,” he said with a grin as he polished off his food and took his plate to the sink. 

I groaned one last time before deciding I’d ignore his remarks for the time being. He was clearly never going to let it go no matter what I said so the silent treatment it was for the time being.

I finished my meal and set my plate in the sink, giving Wooyoung a curious glance out of the corner of my eye. He took the plate from my hand and nodded towards the bedroom door, starting to wash my plate. “Go ahead and get ready and we can get going.”

I smiled brightly and nearly skipped to the bedroom to get ready for work. A small part of me had been worried that Wooyoung would have a change of heart after a night’s rest and would decide to keep me down here. He had been agreeable under the watchful eye of Yeosang last night, but he could have made a sudden decision now that the other siren was gone. To say I was delighted that he was making good on his promise was an understatement. The smile didn’t leave my face even as I walked out of the bedroom and to the room that Wooyoung was waiting in, already sitting on the edge of the water and his tail making small waves. He looked up when I entered and noticed the grin immediately. 

“Someone’s excited.” 

“I am, I thought you would change your mind if I’m being honest.”

He rolled his eyes before he lowered himself into the water below, and I had to quickly avert my gaze from his arms and the way they bulged with the motion. “I’m not going to change my mind on anything that was discussed last night, that I promise. I’ve come to my senses on subjects like this and last night won’t happen again.” 

“Yeosang really did get through to you. I had expected a little more resistance.” 

 “Oh I still don’t like it, but that’s just instincts talking. I’m not going to control you and your every move,” he explained as he watched me carefully get into the water. “You’re not an object, you’re my equal. I mean it when I say I won’t make that mistake again.” 

Wooyoung kept good on that promise as well. The day after our argument went by just like any other day, he dropped me off at the dock, using his magic to remove the water from me, and was waiting there after my day at work as well. He didn’t complain about San and Mingi’s scents on me. He only asked about how my day went as he cooked dinner for us that night. It was a very domestic moment and I felt lighter than I have in a while, like a weight was taken off of my shoulders. 

A new routine started up the weeks after the incident as well. Woyooung was the designated chef out of the two of us, and I made it a point to wash the dishes that were used. The first time I had done it Wooyoung tried to refuse, but I explained that it was only fair since he had done all of the cooking ever since I arrived at the den. It would also drive me crazy if I didn’t do something around to help. He begrudgingly let me start doing the dishes but soon enough we fell into a comfortable pattern. Eventually I offered to help decorate the den but he adamantly refused to allow that. He reminded me that this was still very much part of the courting process, and under normal circumstances it would’ve been fully furnished before my arrival. He insisted he needed to finish it himself before seeking my approval and I left it at that. 

Another unforeseen habit that developed over the weeks after the argument was the incessant need to be close to Wooyoung. This had started during the middle of a meeting at work and I had chucked it up to missing the familiar presence of the siren, as he had become a staple in my life now. It wasn’t until I caught a whiff of the clean scent of the river and had the urge to dive into the water where I knew he was that I knew something was different. After a discussion over dinner with Wooyoung and a lot of teasing, it was revealed that this was an effect of the bond. He’s felt it this entire time but it was taking a slower pace with me. I didn’t hear the end of it until I threatened to smother him with a pillow while we went to bed that same night. 

Cuddling was also becoming more common than not. It was a gradual build up, one night a week turned to two nights a week I would wake up pressed to Wooyoung’s side or chest. Now more nights than not I would wake up with his arms wrapped around me and a pleased purr rumbling near my ear. Wooyoung never complained though, quite the opposite actually. He would tease me for it at the start of these changes, now he doesn’t even mention it. It’s become a habit at this point and a very welcomed one in his eyes. It did benefit me as well so I couldn’t complain either. The nagging feeling to be close to him that would randomly appear during the day didn’t happen as often, if at all. Wooyoung was also warm and comforting to be around, and his presence relaxed me when the sounds of the river around the den spooked me. He didn’t need to lull me to sleep with his voice as much anymore, his mere presence doing wonders to my sleep schedule now. When I brought it up to him he puffed out his chest and boasted as he told Yeosang about it the next day. Yeosang and I both rolled our eyes at that. 

Work was picking up more and more with each week we drew nearer to the show. Belle was literally running around to make sure everything was ready and running smoothly, and San had taken to teleporting to the rooms he needed to be in instead of walking anymore. Mingi demanded a ban on teleporting because he had been on the receiving end of plenty of jump scares due to this. I was no better, it was bad enough I could barely hear my friends walking towards my office and it was only worse when I couldn’t hear them at all. San also liked scaring us a bit as well. It was to “keep the blood pumping” in his words. Bastard.

It was a week away from the show that I met the rest of Wooyoung’s Current. The day had been long and tiring and Wooyoung picked up on it just by looking at me when I arrived at the docks. He gave me a sympathetic smile and I nearly flopped into his arms once I lowered myself into the water. He didn’t say anything for a moment, giving me a moment to recharge as he held me and soothingly rubbed my back. I didn’t question anything because this felt comforting and natural. It could’ve been partially due to the bond but we have gotten closer over these past weeks as well, and I needed this. He gently reminded me to hold my breath and that was the only thing spoken before we were diving beneath the waves and heading back to the den. 

I sucked in air once we surfaced, wiping the water away to clear my vision. When I was able to see I met a pair of dark eyes that were already looking at me. A pair of eyes that were definitely not Wooyoung’s. 

In hindsight I should’ve known that the only ones inside of the den were Wooyoung and I and whoever else Wooyoung deemed trustworthy. I should’ve known that the other presence was a welcomed one if they were allowed this close but in the heat of the moment I didn’t recognize that other than someone I didn’t know was here.

My scream echoed off of the stone walls and Wooyoung instinctively pulled me closer to his chest before he relaxed and laughed. The cheerful sound made me look up at him in confusion to see that he was already smiling down at me. He turned to look over his shoulder and started to speak in a foreign language that consisted of varying clicking noises. The newcomer seemed to not like what he said because he scoffed and slapped Wooyoung’s shoulder, making him laugh more. 

“You’ll have to excuse Yunho, he's been curious ever since Wooyoung told us about you,” a different voice said and I whipped my head to locate the source. Two more sirens had appeared behind me, one of them giving me a kind smile as I stared with wide eyes. “I’m Seonghwa, this is Jongho, and the one that startled you is Yunho.” 

Wooyoung set me on the ledge of the pool and I took in the sirens better. They were all pretty, that was a standard for them though but Yunho was probably the biggest siren I’ve ever seen. I thought Wooyoung would be considered one of the biggest but I was proven wrong as Yunho gave me a sheepish grin. 

“I’m sorry, I thought you heard me come in. I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

I shook my head and waved away his concern. “I’m fine I wasn’t expecting guests is all.”

“You all need to announce yourselves before you just pop up now,” Wooyoung chided them. He glanced down at me. “Today might not be the best night for visitors as well, y/n had a long day and she’s tired.”

“No no I’m fine,” I quickly said, grabbing all of their attention. I knew I was going to be too stressed to properly rest and unwind, so a distraction was welcomed. I needed something to take my mind off of work right about now. “You can stay and visit, I don’t mind.” 

“Are you sure?” Wooyoung gave me a concerned look. I felt my chest warm and I gave him a reassuring smile and nod. Wooyoungg’s gaze didn’t waver to see if he could detect any hint of a lie but when he found none he nodded and turned to the pink haired siren. “Did you all bring clothes or do I need to provide for you free loaders?” 

Seonghwa nodded and held up what looked like a waterproof bag. It was definitely not a design I have seen before so it must be a Socix specialty. “We all brought stuff. Also speak respectfully, I’m your elder,” Seonghwa scolded him as he moved to pull himself up onto the ledge of the pool. His tail was a beautiful royal blue color that shimmered in the light of the room and it was a little hard to take my eyes off of it for a moment. I looked away when I saw Wooyoung’s narrowed gaze on me and I giggled before I moved to stand up. “I’m going to get cleaned up. I’ll be back!” I called over my shoulder before heading into the bathroom. 

The warm water of the bath made me sigh and my tense muscles loosen. It definitely took an edge off of my stress, but it wasn’t going to be enough to fully relax. I worked through cleaning up and soon enough I was changed into comfier clothes and reappearing in the living room area. Everyone was seated on the mismatched furniture there, and I found Wooyoung next to Seonghwa on the couch. He was repeatedly bumping his shoulder into the taller male and Seonghwa looked less than thrilled. Jongho and Yunho smiled at my appearance and Seonghwa gave me a sympathetic smile when I took a seat next to Wooyoung and he turned his attention to me. Wooyoung leaned against me and I had to brace myself to prevent me from being squished. 

“I’m sorry for him, he’s always been like this,” Seonghwa said and Wooyoung whined. 

“What is it with you all and apologizing for me? I’m not bad!” 

“You bite,” Jongho pointed out and Yunho nodded his agreement. 

“I really hope he kept that habit of his contained to the Current and isn’t biting you. Unless he is.” Seonghwa said, his tone changing quickly as he gave Wooyoung a stern look. 

“He hasn’t been biting me, thankfully,” I interjected before Wooyoung could get in any kind of trouble. “I didn’t know it was a habit of his until you mentioned it actually.”

“Good because he’s not gentle with it either,” Yunho pointed out, which earned him a pillow thrown at his head. He easily caught it and set it off to the side. 

“It’s just how I show love!” 

I laughed at the dynamic between all of them and it made me happy to see that it wasn’t just Yeosang that was close to Wooyoung. They were like a little family with the way they cared for each other but didn’t hesitate to call each other out when they did something dumb. 

The conversation flowed easily after that, and I quickly warmed up to the rest of Wooyoung’s Current. Much like Yeosang, the others were very sweet and kind and teased Wooyoung to no end. It seemed to be a mutual arrangement though, so I laughed along with them. Wooyoung seemed pleased that I was enjoying myself if the gleeful expressions thrown my way were of any indication. I’m sure it eased some of his worries that he held close to his heart to see his mate and his Current getting along so well. It certainly was comforting to know that I wasn’t alone down here, I had some friends to fall back on now. 

The discussion moved to what I do for a living on the surface and I explained I was a fashion designer. Seonghwa looked like he had stars in his eyes when I told them that, and I couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled forth at the expression. He looked too adorable to be as dangerous as a siren could be. 

“Seonghwa has an interest in surface fashion after he learned a little about it from Yeosang,” Jongho explained. “He’s constantly bugging us to travel up there just so he can look at all of the stores.” 

“You don’t have to talk about work if you don’t want to, I assume you’re there a lot,” Seonghwa interjected. He looked like he was about ready to jump out of his seat at this point, contradicting his words entirely. 

I waved away his words with a smile. “I don’t mind, it’s my passion. There is a fashion show coming up that I just happen to have a spare ticket to if you’re interested.”

Seonghwa did partially jump from the couch this time but composed himself with a cough. His cheeks tinted pink as his friends laughed at his reaction, which I assumed was out of character for the mild mannered siren. I found it adorable when he nodded that he was interested. “I would love to.”

“You didn’t offer me a ticket,” Wooyoung pouted, leaning into me more to show his displeasure that he wasn’t included in the offer. 

“I had two spare tickets. You were already invited,” I said with a chuckle. This appeased him and he stopped pouting and pulled a little of his weight off of me. Only a little though. “You both can meet my cousin Hongjoong then, he’ll be there as well. He’s the whole reason why I’m in the industry and he has his own label now.”

“I’d love to meet him if he’d be willing to talk to me about fashion,” Seonghwa stated. I was going to have a lot of explaining to do when I saw Hongjoong next. Me showing up with two giant men at my side with one of them wanting to speak with him personally and one of them as my mate was certainly going to raise some questions. 

The conversation moved away from work and more towards the politics of Socix. Having heard very little about the city beneath the water I tried to remain alert with the conversation but the day was catching up with me and Wooyoung was so warm and comforting. I don’t even remember fully leaning against him and letting my eyes fall shut, but I became aware of it when the voices around me softened to whispers and I felt an arm wrap around me to pull me closer to their side. 

“She seems sweet,” I heard Yunho murmur, his voice sounding far away. 

“I’m glad you finally found someone, Wooyoung. You look happy. Happier than you ever were with Maggiore.” This time I recognized Seonghwa as the speaker, and I tried to stay awake for just a little longer. I felt bad for falling asleep when guests were present, and I must have made a noise because Wooyoung was softly shushing me and running his fingers through my hair. The action lulled me further to sleep and I only managed to catch what Wooyoung said before it took me over fully. 

“I am the happiest I’ve ever been.”

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