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hi! could you do one with wanda x reader being college best friends, and both of them being popular, but wanda is actually in love with reader and decides to tell her at one of their sleepovers? love love your writing :)

I ALWAYS HAVE | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: after a long night, wanda shows up at your apartment, carrying the heavy rain and her love for you past your doorstep.

content warnings: fluff, college!au, best friend!wanda, best friends to lovers, wanda is in looove, confessions

word count: 4.5k

note. srry for the long wait! i hope u like it n ty for requesting :)

Life without you was something Wanda could not picture. Each time she planned out her future, you were always there right beside her. To Wanda, life without you was unimaginable, a dark and lonely existence that held no joy or meaning. She was in love with you. You were her light in the darkness, her anchor in the storm, her best friend. Though the road ahead was uncertain, Wanda knew that she would always love you, with all her heart and soul, for as long as she lived. For Wanda, the love she felt for her best friend was a force that defied description, a deep, and abiding affection that consumed her heart and soul. From the moment she met you, Wanda knew that there was something special about you—so special that she wanted to be with you for the rest of her life.

Your friendship with Wanda was a beautiful paradox—a yin and yang of personalities that complemented each other perfectly. Despite your contrasting natures, the two of you were inseparable, joined at the hip in a bond of friendship that was the envy of all who knew the two of you. Your outgoing nature and sparkling personality were the perfect foil to Wanda's natural reserve and introspective tendencies.

She was always there for you, as you were for her. As best friends, you shared everything—your dreams, your fears, your triumphs, and your failures. Wanda was a steady presence in your life, offering a listening ear and a comforting hug whenever you needed it most. Whether it was a tough exam, a broken heart, or a difficult decision, Wanda was always there to support and encourage you, regardless of what was happening, offering her wisdom and perspective born of her own experiences.

It wasn’t easy to hide how she felt for you as they only intensified after time passed, and yet, Wanda could not bring herself to tell you the truth yet, afraid of the consequences that might follow. She knew the grace danger of losing you if you didn’t return her feelings. She pictured it; the confession, drifting apart from each other, to the point where you barely talk anymore, then becoming strangers. That timeline in her head was a dreadful imagination, and she prayed for it to never happen. Though, in her mind, she’d always think about what it would be like if you were hers, how she would kiss you, how she would hold you, how she would tell you that she loved you. She loved to imagine it; being the person you loved. It would’ve been heaven. But for a long time now, she was content to love you from afar, cherishing your friendship and silently yearning for something more.

“Hey, (y/n)!” A voice called out from behind you as you gathered your books.

Natasha walked up to you and smiled. She was the embodiment of the perfect blend of athleticism, intelligence, and charm. You were one of the fortunate few who had the privilege of calling Natasha a friend and found in Natasha a confidante, someone who was always willing to listen and offer sage advice. And Natasha, for her part, cherished your steadfast loyalty and unwavering support.

You’ve always known the unwavering attraction she had always had for you since you met, and always flirted with you lightly, wanting to have the honor take you out. But as flattering as it was, you never reciprocated as you weren’t really interested in being in a relationship with Natasha.

“Tony’s having a gathering again,” she informed you with a smirk. “It’s at his new house, the one with the big backyard. Think they’re doing some kind of campfire thing and Steve’s in charge of barbecue… Wanna go with me?”

“New mansion, you mean?” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at the sound of her sultry voice. “Also, isn’t it going to rain today, Nat? I’m not trying to be a party pooper, but barbecue in the rain doesn’t sound too inviting.”

Natasha shrugged, softly wrapping an arm around your waist, “It’s pretty sunny out, so maybe the forecast is wrong today.”

“Well, you should hope that it is,” you say, pulling away from her before she could get any closer. “I’ll be home enjoying some time to myself while you guys have your little barbecue.”

Natasha watched with a smile, shaking her head as you waved and walked away from her. She left the classroom shortly after a few seconds passed, and you made your way over to the back of the room, where your best friend sat far from you, thanks to your crazy professor’s decision to have assigned seats.

Wanda sat near the back of the lecture hall, towards the top of the seats, where she had the power to overlook everything. She was talking to someone, you noticed. Some blonde who stood by her seat, clutching her books against her chest with a slight blush on her cheeks, while Wanda stared with that cold gaze like she always did. She, the enigmatic figure of the college campus, was known for her striking beauty and effortless charisma. Everywhere she went, people seemed to be drawn to her, hoping for a chance to catch her attention. Her reputation preceded her, with stories of her charm and poise spreading like wildfire amongst the student body. However, despite her overwhelming popularity, Wanda remained steadfastly serious and uninterested in the throngs of admirers vying for her attention.

That is, until it came to you.

“Who was that?” you sang, walking up to her long after the girl left and walked away.

“No one,” she shook her head, eyes lighting up the moment you stepped into her line of sight.

Truthfully, it really was no one—no one Wanda was interested in at least. The girl did seem to like her, and it showed in her mannerisms; the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the nervous laughter, and the rosy cheeks that donned her face as she spoke. It was all too obvious, but as always, Wanda was never interested.

But, she wished it were you who stood in her place instead.

Wanda had always been a serious and focused individual, her demeanor reflecting her dedication to her work and her determination to succeed. Yet, amidst her stoic exterior, there was a hidden softness, a tenderness that few had ever seen. And it was this tenderness that was reserved only for you, the one person who could make Wanda's serious façade crumble. Whenever Wanda was around you, her stern countenance would give way to a smile, her eyes lighting up with a warmth and affection that she rarely showed to anyone else.

“No one?” you repeated with a smirk playing at your lips. “Looked like she was in love with you.”

“In love? What are you talking about?” Wanda's smile grew wider, and she began to collect her books, nudging you slightly as she stood up.

You leaned against the edge of the desk behind you and shook your head at her, “God, Wanda… Did not you see how she was looking at you?”

“Yes, I did. In love is kind of a stretch, don’t you think?” Wanda raised her eyebrows and smirked. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“If you started dating someone, you’ll start seeing them more than me, so obviously, I am jealous,” you rolled your eyes and let a soft laugh fall past your lips.

Wanda couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked in front of her, as you always do. Her green eyes took in every detail of your appearance, from the soft curves of your face to the graceful lines of your body. And yet, it wasn’t just your physical beauty that captivated Wanda. It was also the playful glint in your eyes as you rolled them, a subtle expression of humor and self-awareness that only served to enhance your charm.

Everyone else seemed to like you too, although, you practically chose not to notice. Your kindness and beauty were two sides of the same coin, each enhancing the other in a way that was truly breathtaking. With your radiant smile, you were a natural head-turner, drawing admiring glances from all who crossed your path. And yet, it was your innate kindness that made you truly remarkable, for you had a way of making others feel seen and valued, no matter who they were or where they came from.

God, was she in love with you.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that,” Wanda said honestly, gazing at you tenderly.

“You could literally have anyone you want, Wanda. I don't understand why you haven’t started dating anyone yet.” She watched as you brushed off her last statement as a joke and started to go on a rant about how many people liked her, “But, I’m not complaining… I’d keep you all to myself if I could.”

If only you knew how much Wanda’s heart fluttered at your last sentence.

“Are you going to Tony’s later?” she asked as you linked your arm with hers, beginning your walk out of the room.

“No, I think I’ll stay home tonight. I’ve got some studying to do anyway,” you told her. “Are you?”

“Well, Pietro’s going, and you know how he is so…”

“Yeah, okay,” you smiled. “Well, I think it’s raining later, so you might want to dress properly and bring an umbrella.”

And you were right. It did rain.

As the day wore on and the sun gradually dipped below the horizon, time seems to slip away from you like sand through your fingers. Your college classes, once a focal point of your day, now felt like a distant memory, and the sky, once bright and clear, now grew darker and more ominous with every passing moment until the clouds finally let the rain fall.

You sat by the window in your cozy apartment on a tranquil night, the soothing sound of raindrops tapping against the glass adds to the serene ambiance of your home. With a captivating book in your hand, you lose yourself in its pages, finding solace in the words that transport her to another world. The dim light from the lampposts outside casts a gentle glow, highlighting the pages of your book as you read with intense focus. The occasional flash of lightning illuminates the sky, offering a brief glimpse of the city below. The pitter-patter of the rain creates a symphony of sounds, creating a peaceful backdrop for your reading.

Yet, despite the tranquil setting, your mind raced with thoughts of your best friend and the party she had attended. A sense of curiosity and longing to know what Wanda was up to consumed your thoughts, as you began to watch the rain fall in a mesmerizing cascade. At this moment, your emotions were palpable, and your longing for connection with Wanda was almost tangible. The subdued light that filtered through the rain gave a melancholic tinge to the scene, mirroring your feelings of wistfulness and yearning.

As you glanced at the clock on your wall, you felt a sense of dismay wash over you as you saw the glowing digits read 1:42am. The late hour had crept up on you while you had been engrossed in your book, and now you realized with a tinge of regret that you had let time slip away from you once again. With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly closed the book and set it aside, feeling a sense of longing to continue reading, but also a growing awareness of the importance of rest. You began your nightly routine of getting ready for bed. You brushed your teeth with care, changed into your comfy clothes, and fluffed up your pillows.

Just as you were about to settle into bed and drift off to sleep, a notification from your phone interrupted the tranquility of the moment. It was a text message from Wanda.

can i come over?

You raised your eyebrows as you read it. While it wasn’t new for her to be sleeping over at your place, the timing of when she asked felt a little unfamiliar. Usually, she’d ask way earlier during the day, giving you time to prepare for it to do things like clean, although she never minded your mess, or buy food and snacks, renting a movie. You’d stay up late into the night, swapping stories and sharing each other’s deepest secrets. You’d talk about hopes and dreams, fears and doubts, and everything in between. Your conversations are always filled with warmth, kindness, and empathy, as you listen intently to each other's thoughts and feelings.

You sent a quick reply back as you sat on your bed, telling her that she can and not even a minute later, you heard a knock at the front door of your apartment. Had she been standing there? Waiting for your permission before she knocked? That sort of behavior was quite new, coming from Wanda. At this point, you even wondered if it was Wanda who was at your door right now, but all your questions were thrown out the window when you opened the door to see her standing before you, drenched from head to toe in the pouring rain outside. The droplets of water cascaded down her hair and clothes, leaving trails of wetness in their wake.

You let out an incredulous laugh, almost not believing your eyes, “Are you insane, Wanda? Did you walk all the way here? Can’t you see it’s pouring outside? I even told you to bring an umbrella!”

Questions followed out of your mouth as you grabbed her hand and pulled her into your apartment. Wanda couldn’t really focus on what you were saying in the moment, eyes falling down you to the hand that was intertwined with yours, feeling how perfectly they fit in her palm and wanting to soothe her thumb over your skin.

As Wanda stepped into your apartment, a sense of relief washed over her like a warm, cozy blanket. Her skin, drenched from the rain, was immediately enveloped by the comforting warmth of the room. The contrast between the cold, wet world outside and the snug sanctuary of the apartment was stark and palpable. Wanda could feel the heat radiating from the walls, radiators and the soft furnishings, creating an inviting ambiance that invited her to linger. As she stood there, basking in the toasty atmosphere, the chill from the rain slowly dissipated, leaving her feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

She took in your fragrance and smiled lightly as you pulled her all the way through, leading her into your bathroom. Much to Wanda’s disappointment, you let go of her hand and gave her a clean towel, shaking your head as you eyed her closely. You still wondered why she’d shown up so abruptly, worried that something happened that made her seek your comfort.

“You should take a warm shower before anything else,” you said. “Don’t want you to catch a cold.”

As Wanda stripped off her rain-soaked clothes, you couldn't help but notice the shivers wracking her body. Determined to provide with some much-needed comfort, you turned the shower on to let the water heat up. As Wanda stepped into the welcoming warmth of the shower, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at being able to provide with a small slice of respite from the tumultuous world outside.

You glanced down at her body for a brief moment, noticing the tiny scars she had told you about long before. She was beautiful. You’ve always thought it, and you always let Wanda know that she was, even when she felt like she wasn’t. And she truly is. Everyone on campus would agree with you.

Wanda comes out of your bathroom some time later with her hair damp, a small towel around her neck, sporting the clothes you had given her to borrow — which were practically already hers, since the two of you shared clothes quite often already. She met you in your kitchen with your back facing her as you fiddled with a mug, making tea for your unexpected guest.

“Care to explain to me why you were out in the rain this late at night?” You asked, turning towards her to pass her the mug.

Truth is, she just missed you. She spent the whole night at this party Tony threw, inviting practically half of the school. What was just a small gathering with a barbecue quickly turned into one of the largest and hectic parties known to man. Of course, it was nothing new for Tony, but she still felt out of place, especially since you weren’t there with her. And to be fair, she was getting tired of listening to Natasha talk about pursuing you and how she thought you’d have no choice but to give in if she continued to insist.

“Nothing,” she lied, sipping her tea before setting it down on the counter behind her.

You stared her down, almost as if you were trying to read her mind, “Is everything okay?”

“I said it’s nothing, (y/n).”

“Well, I don’t believe you,” you told her, the worry slowly making its way on to your face as you looked at her. “You can tell me anything, Wanda, you know that.”

Wanda remained quiet. And for a moment there, you almost wanted to cry, wondering what was eating up at her that she couldn’t even tell you. You know her. You know when something is wrong. But, you weren’t going to force it out of her. You knew that she’d tell you when she was ready, whatever it was. You just wished she’d ask for your help sooner.

“I just… I wanted to see you,” she said, staring down at her feet.

After a beat, you wasted no time walking up to her, wrapping your arms around her frame, softly pulling her into a hug. She sighed contentedly, dropping her head onto your shoulder as the air seemed to still and time stood still. The warmth of your body and the gentle pressure of your arms created a cocoon of safety and comfort that enveloped Wanda. Her heart, which had been racing with fear and uncertainty just moments before, began to slow down as she breathed in the scent of your hair. The tension in her shoulders and back melted away, and she felt herself surrender to the moment.

She hated nothing about you as much as she loved you. She loved how you smelled, how you felt against her, how soft you were. She loved everything about you.

“I’m here,” you whispered.

When you pulled your head back to look up at her, you smiled softly, one of your hands cupping the side of her face with the pad of your thumb soothing over her soft cheeks and her damp hair dripping onto your skin. You couldn't help but be drawn to the intense gaze that met yours. Wanda's green eyes seemed to be filled with a deep and pure love, one that you had never experienced before. The way Wanda looked at you was both tender and vulnerable, as if she was entrusting all of her heart to your care. And yet, there was also a hint of sadness in her expression, a small pout that seemed to suggest she wished the moment would last forever.

“Wanda?” You said softly, eyebrows turning up in concern as she moved her arms over to wrap them around your waist.

And for a moment, it was quiet. All Wanda did was stare with that same expression, silently wishing she could keep you in her arms forever.

But then, Wanda's eyes seemed to shimmer with a newfound intensity as they darted down towards your lips. The way your full, plush mouth parted slightly as you embraced only served to intensify Wanda's desire to kiss you. The sudden rush of desire stirred within her, a longing to taste those lips and feel the warmth of you in an entirely different way. Wanda's heart raced as she tried to compose herself, but the yearning inside of her was too strong. Her mind was filled with thoughts of what it would be like to kiss you, to explore the depths of your soft and inviting mouth.

And in that moment, Wanda decided to follow her heart's desire. With a quick and impulsive movement, she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours, surprising you with the suddenness of the action.

As Wanda's lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss, she felt a yearning deep within her finally fulfilled. For so long, she had kept her feelings for her best friend locked away, afraid of what might happen if she dared to act on them. But now, as she tasted your sweetness, all of her fears and doubts melted away. Wanda savored the sensation of your lips moving against hers, the warmth of your breath mingling with her own. She was struck by how perfectly they fit together, like two puzzle pieces finally coming together to form a complete picture. The softness of your lips against hers was a revelation, a culmination of the yearning that had built inside her for so long. Wanda's body tingled with electricity as she pressed closer to you.

You pulled away softly for a breath of air, and Wanda chased your lips with hers, kissing you softly once again. You hummed and sighed against her lips, and it sent shivers down her spine, only for her to want more and more—to turn your breathing into pretty moans. God, you tasted so good. So soft. So perfect.

And when you pulled away again, Wanda wanted to start over and kiss you, over and over.

“Wanda,” you breathed, her forehead pressed against yours with your hands on her shoulders.

Panic suddenly began to rise in Wanda’s chest as you said her name. Was this a mistake? Did she just ruin everything she had between you two? Questions filled her brain left and right as she watched you closely.

You kept your hands on her as did she, keeping you close as if you’d slip away from her if she wasn’t careful. She was scared. She was scared of what you might say. Scared of you turning her down. She wanted to say it first, before you said anything else.

“Please don’t push me away,” she whispered, staring down at your lips instead of your eyes. “I love you.”

Your eyes only widened as you listened to her, and Wanda silently thanked you for not moving away yet.

“Please say something,” Wanda pleaded.

You let the seconds go by without saying a word and Wanda almost wanted to run away, to never be seen again, that is until you finally spoke, “Say it again.”

Wanda stared at you for a moment, wondering what was going inside that pretty head of yours. She looked into your eyes and noticed you were looking down at her lips this time, and Wanda couldn’t help but curve her lips into a soft, tender smile.

“I love you, (y/n),” she said earnestly. “I love you… I always have.”

As you listened to Wanda's words of affection, a gentle warmth spread throughout your being, suffusing every inch of your body with a sense of peace and contentment. The soft timbre of Wanda's voice, infused with love and sincerity, seemed to fill the room, permeating every corner and crevice with its gentle resonance. You felt a sense of belonging wash over yourself, as though you had found your place in the world, and all was right with the universe. In that moment, the worries and anxieties that had plagued your heart seemed to evaporate, replaced by a serene sense of joy and fulfillment.

Wanda’s eyes fluttered closed, sighing when she felt your hands run through her slightly damp hair. Your fingertips pressed into her scalp softly.

“Why haven’t you told me earlier?” You asked, voice soft and soothing as Wanda dropped her head down to your shoulder once more.

“I was scared. I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same way,” she confessed, savoring the feeling of you in her arms. “I still am.”

Wanda's heart was pounding in her chest as she stood there, waiting for your response to her heartfelt confession of love. The air felt thick with tension and uncertainty as she anxiously waited for your reaction. Wanda's mind raced with thoughts of doubt and fear, wondering if she had made a mistake in revealing her true feelings. She was scared that you didn't feel the same way, and the thought of rejection filled her with another deep sense of sadness and longing.

“Well, you shouldn’t be,” you whispered into her hair.

With those words, Wanda pulled her head back up immediately, her green eyes locking with yours as she searched for any sign of rejection. There was none.

“What?” She breathed out, almost unable to believe what she had just heard.

“I love you, Wanda.”

Wanda's heart fluttered as your words echoed in her mind. Shocked but elated, Wanda felt as though her entire world had suddenly lit up with an indescribable warmth. It was a moment she had longed for, yearned for, and now that it was finally here, she could hardly believe it. As she gazed into your eyes, she felt a sense of completeness, as though everything in her life had fallen into place. The shock of the moment slowly melted away, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of happiness that filled her to the brim.

“You really do?” Wanda brought her hands up to cup both of your cheeks in her hands, watching that lovely smile she loved so much creeping its way onto your face.

“I always have,” you repeated her words as you looked up at her, and Wanda couldn’t help but smile back.

As Wanda gazed into your deep eyes, her heart swelled with a joy so pure and intense that it felt like it might burst out of her chest. When you finally whispered those three words that Wanda had been longing to hear, Wanda felt as if all of the colors of the world had suddenly come to life. Without a moment's hesitation, she leaned in and pressed her soft lips to yours one again, savoring the sweet taste of your mouth and the gentle warmth of your embrace. It was a moment that Wanda knew she would remember for the rest of her life—a moment of perfect bliss, of love and acceptance, of two souls coming together as one. And as you pulled away from each other, still lost in each other's gaze, Wanda knew that nothing could ever come between them—for her love was too strong, too deep, and too beautiful to ever be broken.

She would make sure to keep you all to herself this time, not giving you a chance to slip away from her. She loved you forever, and Wanda planned to be with you forever.

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vxmpyr-clxb · 3 months

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☆ . . . LEARN THE ALPHABET WITH SAGE!

A is for — “And here I thought Jake would’ve been the first to lose a limb.” Playing COD and other shooting games with the boys.

B is for — "Bitches love me bitches love me-" Jake on live and going to ask Sage if she wanted to join. Only to open the door and hear her screaming the lyrics to a song. Jake immediately slamming the door shut after hearing her.

C is for — “¿Cómo te va? Ten cuidado. No te caigas.” Teagan randomly switching languages when speaking to the boys in a en-o’clock ep and not even realizing it for a good 20 minutes.

D is for — "DEEZ NUTS!...I'm sorry." Her on a live, and letting the intrusive thoughts win, pt. 1.

E is for — “EVERYTIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEELING!" Karaoke with Heesung, Jay, and Sage is chaotic to say the least.

F is for — "FUC-FLIPPING FONGTASTIC PENGUINS!" Teagan stubbing her toe on the counter in I-land.

G is for — "Get me out of here.." Sage looking towards the cam during a live, with Niki and Jake, like she's in the office.

H is for — "HEKVSFKJASK-" Her literally getting choked out by Niki when they were roughousing and him dragging her off the side.

I is for — "I’ve accidentally indulged in too much ‘me time’ and must now suffer the consequences." Sage leaving her room after 24 straight hours of gaming and just hanging out and almost falling due to lack of iron.

J is for — “Just take me out! I wanna go back to bed." The group playing paintball while on a variety show episode and Teagan standing in the middle of the arena with her arms open.

K is for — "Kill me and I'll haunt you for the rest of your days, Kim Sunoo." Enhypen playing Mafia together.

L is for — "Likeee- You can’t sit with us.” Enhypen playing a game on one of her vlogs where you have to guess the person they’re pretending to be.

M is for — “MONSTER ENERGY!” Playing that one guessing game with headphones and Teagan being absolutely wrong in her guess.

O is for — “One more week of being stuck here with this *bleeep* cabeza de mierda and you will find a dead body.” Sage whilst on i-land and the boys keep eating all her favorite snacks when she started her period.

P is for — “Please, for the love of Christ, stop throwing monopoly money like we’re in a strip club!” A clip from one of her vlogs on Enhypen's group game nights.

Q is for — "QUACK QUACK HOE!" There's compilation of Teagan accidently cursing in public on YouTube somewhere, I just know it.

R is for — "RAAHHHH!!” Sage randomly using British slang out of nowhere and the boys getting confused.

S is for — “Shit..Oh fuck!…Who said that??” Her in the background of one of the other’s lives and dropping something and cursing.

T is for — "This is our village idiot—" Sage showing off her family pet, Rex, in a vlog.

U is for — "Ur joking.. Ur joe-king." The girl mimicking that one tiktok trend and dying of laughter on live.

W is for — "WAKE UP IN DAY ONE!" Shouting the lyrics to their song during a karaoke challenge.

X is for— "XYNDNDK” The girl falling out of her chair while laughing in an en-o’clock episode.

Y is for — “Yang Jungwon, I know you are not killing people without me!!!” Sage messing/joking with Jungwon when they all played Among Us together.

Z is for — "Zesty? Girl what.." Sage reading comments on live and laughing at goofy ones.

should really be named sage can't stop cursing pt.1

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ryin-silverfish · 7 days

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The FSYY Drinking Game

In case you actually want to read Investiture of the Gods, and need something to help you endure the monotony.

Take a sip whenever someone says it was all Fated to Happen/Heaven's Will.

Take a sip whenever King Zhou cannot control his simp behavior and goes after a woman he really shouldn't be courting.

Take a sip whenever his officials try to make him see reason with a lengthy, boring speech.

Take two sips if the official in question meets a gruesome end.

Take three sips if it's via Daji's suggestion.

Take a sip for every pre-battle speech where one side decries their opponents as unfilial/honorless traitor scum, and the other side responds with extensive justification about why their rebellion is totally righteous and not violating any anachronistic Neo-Confucian moral standards.

Take a sip for every description of cannonballs fired in fantasy 11th century BCE China.

Take a sip every time a character blames all the problems on those wicked, wicked women.

Take a sip whenever someone gets killed and is instantly resurrected via Daoist magic.

Take two sips if that "someone" is Jiang Ziya.

Take a sip whenever someone has to get through That One Pass, and is blocked by an enemy general.

Take a sip whenever someone goes against their masters' instructions, with disastrous results.

Take two sips if they suggest those results themselves, in the format of "If I do X, then let Horrible Thing Y be my rightful punishment!"

Take a sip whenever a new foe is here because of Shen Gongbao.

Take a sip for every formation built by Jie Sect Daoists, because this time it's gotta work, right?

Take a sip whenever a Jie Daoist shows up to avenge their friends/family/sectmates.

Take a sip whenever Yang Jian survives something that would've killed any other characters, because his Ninefold Mystics power is just that OP.

Take a sip every time Yang Jian acts as the Chan/Zhou faction's errand boy and goes to an immortal's abode to ask for their aid.

Take a sip every time Yang Jian's dog takes a bite out of someone.

Take a sip for every magical treasure/spell that sucks people and things in, literally.

Take a sip for every treasure/spell/ritual that rips someone's souls out of their body.

Take two sips if they try to use it on Nezha, and he's not affected by virtue of being made of plants.

Take a sip every time someone tries to destroy Xi Qi, the Zhou dynasty capital, via magical means.

Take a sip whenever someone is about to finish off a foe, only for a Western Sect guy to show up, say they were "destined for the West", and whisk them away like Pokemons.

Take a sip whenever the novel suggests that popular Buddhist deities are all just Daoist sages in trenchcoats.

Take a sip whenever a named character shows up, only to die and be deified seconds later.

Nope, don't take a sip for every soul sent into the Investiture. You'll quickly die of alcohol poisoning, and we already know there's 365 of them, which kinda defeats the whole point of a drinking game.

Do take a sip if the job they end up getting in the Celestial Bureaucracy is especially absurd or comedic——for example, King Zhou being deified as a minor star of romance.

(By the time you are done, your liver would probably look like King Zhou's Pool of Wine.)

(Please don't take this seriously, you don't get deified for drinking yourself to death IRL.)

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The SKZ!Pack is back! And this time, there's no surprises. It's pretty clear who's going into heat, just like it's clear who's going to help them through it. What isn't clear though, is the age old question-does aftercare include changing the sheets?

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, SKZ Drabble, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, a/b/o, alpha beta omega dynamics, fluff, Stray kids x you, Stray Kids x reader, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, OT8 x you, OT8 x reader, bang chan, seo changbin, lee minho, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, yang jeongin, kim seungmin

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive

Title: Oh Sheet

“Has anyone seen my Nirvana hoodie?”

Chan comes into the kitchen looking utterly perplexed, his curls styled in that effortlessly messy way that only happens when he rolls right out of bed and runs his fingers through them, his rainy scent spiked slightly with his obvious exasperation.

“Hyunjin has it.” You reply automatically, glancing at the other alpha with one brow raised, as if that cryptic sentence in and of itself should be enough of an explanation.

It clearly is, because Chan’s brown eyes, once clouded with confusion, immediately clear up in understanding with your words.

“He’s ‘nesting.’” Jisung adds, making air quotes with his one free hand as he does so, not even bothering to look up from his phone, still shoveling cereal into his mouth like it’s going out of style.

The smart comment earns Jisung a rough cuff on the ear from Minho, who is standing behind him, and the beta yelps, rubbing at the offended appendage before shooting the alpha a dark glare.

Minho barely shrugs.

“He took my track pants too.” Changbin mutters somewhat dourly, moving to the coffee maker to refill his mug before he lets out a long-suffering sigh and glances at Chan with a somewhat hopeful expression, as if the head alpha can do something about the omega in question. “What am I supposed to wear to the gym now?”

“You know how picky Jinnie-hyung is with his nests.” Seungmin remarks in observation, leaning against the refrigerator, watching as Changbin struggles to tear open his packet of sweetener, before the beta finally takes it from the alpha and does it himself. “You’re not gonna get your shit back until he’s done nesting at this point.”

Changbin groans. “But my track pants-”

Chan slaps him on the back in some sort of lost clothing camaraderie, offering the other pouting alpha a sympathetic look, as he reaches around him to fill his own mug with hot, steaming coffee.

“Sorry, Bin. You’ll just have to find a new gym outfit in the meantime, yeah?”

Changbin grumbles something under his breath that sounds an awful lot like another complaint, and Minho serves him a sharp look, a look which has him scurrying to sit down beside the still preoccupied Jisung, who has now moved onto toast and is watching something ridiculously loud and obnoxious on his phone.

The video is obviously not loud enough to distract him from the conversation floating around though, because as soon as Changbin plops down beside him, Jisung is glancing up and exclaiming around a mouthful of toast, “Listen, he can have whatever he wants of mine. I don’t care. But if he so much as looks at the blue blanket I keep on my bed-” Something murderous flashes across the beta’s eyes at the idea, and it has you stifling back a laugh behind your raised coffee mug. “-there will be war.”

“Nobody wants that ratty thing anyway.” Seungmin quips dryly, leaning around an annoyed Jisung to grab a piece of toast from the plate before it all disappears into the beta’s never satisfied maw. “It smells like feet.”

“Does not!” Jisung protests sharply, trying to land a pinch on the other grinning beta’s side, but when he’s not nearly quick enough, he settles on pouting dramatically instead. “I’ve had that thing since I was a baby!”

“Exactly.” Minho agrees sagely, earning himself another pointed glare from Jisung as he sets a plate of fresh eggs in the middle of the table.

Chan comes to stand behind you, his hands resting heavily on your shoulders, and a comforting wave of petrichor washes over you as the other alpha enters your space.

“Okay, well, we’ll all just have to adapt. We all know how the omegas are when they’re nesting. They’re particular, Hyunjin especially. This isn’t anything new. Everyone will just have to find new favorites while we wait it out.” Chan says firmly, head alpha on display as he addresses your packmates, though his lips hint at a smile, belying the stern tone to his words. He glances down then and mutters softly under his breath, teasingly, for only you to hear, “I really wanted to wear my Nirvana hoodie to the studio today though-”

“If it makes you feel any better-” You chime in, reaching up to pat Chan’s hand comfortingly, glancing at the other pack members across the kitchen table, Changbin still sullen over his track pants and Jisung still obviously offended on behalf of his blanket. “-I have plenty of hoodies and track pants y’all can borrow in the meantime.”

Changbin’s face immediately goes flat at the idea and Minho balks openly in disgust, rolling his eyes.

“Absolutely not.”

“No way in hell.”

“What?” You ask innocently, biting back a smile as Chan chuckles from behind you. “What’s wrong with my stuff?”

Now it’s Changbin’s turn to roll his eyes. “Where do I begin?” Jisung is cackling now, like he’s just heard the funniest joke in the universe. He wipes at his eyes dramatically and takes in a deep breath, stuttering out amidst guffaws, “Oh my god, can you imagine hyung at the gym wearing sweatpants that say ‘juicy’ across the ass?”

Changbin doesn’t hesitate as he puts the still hysterical beta into a headlock beneath one meaty arm.

“Take that back right now, Han Jisung. I happen to have a fantastic ass.”

You raise your mug in a toast to Changbin’s very true words and then fix the red faced Jisung with a harsh glare. “And for your information, Han Jisung, I don’t have any sweats that say ‘juicy’ across the ass.” You sniff and take another sip of your coffee before you add pettily, “If you must know, they say ‘baby girl.’”

“I’d rock the hell out of those.” Seungmin remarks dryly from his position atop the counter, watching the chaos unfold with a blank expression.

Jisung is gasping now, slapping the unyielding alpha’s arm in an attempt at mercy.

“Changbin, let the beta go.” Chan commands with slight amusement, already beside the door, tying the laces on his sneakers.

Changbin does as he asks, and Jisung gulps dramatically for air as he’s finally freed. Minho looks entirely too pleased, smugly standing behind the pair, watching Jisung fight for his life.

“And all of you-” Chan waves a hand between those of you in the kitchen, eyes flashing briefly with something akin to exasperated mirth. “-please, while I’m gone, try not to kill each other.”

“No promises.” Minho replies offhandedly, already turning back to the stove, swatting at Seungmin, still on the counter, with his spatula as he does so.

“I’ll be at the gym.” Changbin offers, sliding back his chair, as Jisung dramatically flinches away from him at the movement. “Don’t have to worry about me.”

“Binnie.” You sing-song out, standing up and crossing the kitchen to the other alpha, who is now crouched beside Chan, putting on his own shoes. You widen your eyes as far as they’ll go and cling to him like a koala. “Are you sure you don’t wanna borrow a pair of my sweats?”

Changbin shakes you off with a grunt.

“No.”

“(Y/N).” Chan says, and you glance over at him, the smell of rain washing away the smokiness of campfire. He leans over and presses a kiss to your lips, before chucking you lightly, playfully, under the chin. “Stop teasing Changbin.”

You pout, and Chan swipes a thumb across your mouth to wipe the expression off your lips with the hint of a fond smile curling his own.

“You do have to admit-” Seungmin muses, passing by your trio on his way out of the kitchen, a suddenly smug look in his normally unreadable eyes as without hesitation, the beta smacks Changbin’s ass with his palm, sending a resounding thwack echoing around the room as the alpha jumps in surprise. “-Binnie-hyung does have a great ass.”

Chan looks shocked, but you’ve joined Jisung in his wild cackling now, as Changbin flushes a bright shade of red and practically whines at the beta, who is already leaving the room, “Seungie, seriously?”

Seungmin merely shrugs offhandedly and Minho looks entirely too pleased with himself, as if he’s just taught a child to say a naughty word for the first time.

Chan shoots the other alpha an exasperated look, and Minho smirks.

“Taught him everything he knows.”

Chan rolls his eyes and Changbin turns an even brighter shade of crimson.

You wheeze so hard you can’t breathe.

“I’m going to the gym.” Changbin mutters beneath his breath, fleeing the room before anyone can say anything else.

Jisung laughs so hard he falls off his chair.

*****

The omegas’ room smells overwhelmingly of citrus-sun ripened oranges and honey glazed lemons-and you can feel the saliva pooling in the crevices of your mouth in response even before you’re fully through the door.

Swallowing down the sudden frenzy of your wolf along with the embarrassing excess of spit, you glance toward the softly playing TV in the corner of the room and then crouch beside the edge of the bed, reaching out with tentative fingers to push aside the blanket that covers the nest like a tent, just enough so that you can catch a glimpse of the omegas inside.

Three sets of eyes reflect the light back at you, and Felix is the first to speak.

“Hey, noona.” His teeth flash white in the muted darkness of the nest, and as your eyes adjust, you can see that he’s wrapped around Hyunjin, lanky body curling around the other omega’s like a weighted blanket of comfort. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” You nod, keeping your voice low, fingers ticking along the edge of the blanket you hold aside, careful not to let any more of your body than is necessary touch Hyunjin’s carefully curated nest. “Just came to check on my babies.”

Jeongin yawns widely, pink tongue curling, and rubs at his eyes sleepily, as if they’ve either just woken from a nap or are about to take one.

Your wolf practically melts at the sight of the youngest of the omegas blinking at you owlishly, hair tousled, skin flushed and warm, and you imagine, if you were to scent him in this instant, that he would smell comfortably like a mixture of all three omegas, perfectly ripe citrus and cinnamon crusted bread, all balled into one heady, sunwarmed scent.

“What time is it?” Jeongin manages to ask, his eyes still half closed, his nose already buried once more in the back of Felix’s neck. The older omega rubs his fingers through the younger boy’s hair soothingly, and Jeongin’s body relaxes like butter melting in the warm sun.

“Uh-” You glance down at your phone and squint to see the time. “It’s almost noon.”

Hyunjin stirs then, a fresh wave of sharp lemon tickling your nose with the movement, and he lets out a little whine in the back of his throat that has your wolf on instant high alert, throwing his arm over his eyes as he groans out sluggishly, “God, Minho-hyung’s gonna have my ass. He’s going to have to cover for me at the center and he hates teaching the water aerobics class, even though the ajummas all love him, and then don’t even get me started on the community art project we’re supposed to do this week-”

Hyunjin makes a half hearted move to sit up and you instinctively reach out a protective hand to stop him, but thankfully, Felix has already planted a small hand firmly in the center of the other omega’s chest, gently pushing him back down among the cushions.

“I’m sure Minho more than understands.” You admonish firmly, letting out the breath you didn’t know you had been holding on a sigh, your wolf still all bunched muscles and raised hackles, alert and focused on the oldest omega protectively, eyes scanning his body for any signs of discomfort. “This is your first heat since you stopped taking your suppressants from last semester, Jinnie. It’s bound to be a rough one. No one’s gonna be upset with you.”

Felix is nodding in agreement with your statement, Jeongin’s face once again buried in the side of Hyunjin’s neck.

He looks like he’s ready to cry.

“I just don’t like disappointing people.” He whimpers out, eyes large and dark, bottom lip trembling slightly, and the lemon in the air bitters significantly as Felix’s arms tighten protectively around Hyunjin’s middle. “But I already feel awful, and it’s only pre-heat and-”

Things are spiraling. Jeongin and Felix now look as if they also want to cry, and suddenly, you’re really not ready to have three very upset and very emotional omegas on your hands.

You push out a calming wave of alpha pheromones, and the lemon starts to recede slightly in the wake of the suddenly blooming wisteria.

“Okay, okay.” You murmur beneath your breath soothingly, aware of where you place your hands on the bed so as not to mess up a single part of Hyunjin’s carefully crafted nest, before you stretch out a hand toward the huddled trio. “It’s fine. Everything is fine. I promise. Jinnie, you’re not disappointing anyone. We love you, baby, and we want to take care of you.”

Hyunjin sniffs and reaches for your outstretched hand, his trembling fingers finding your own, and Felix buries his nose comfortingly in his hair.

“And Innie. Lixie.”

You wait for the other two omegas to glance up at you, and when you speak again, a little bit of your alpha voice has crept into your words unwittingly, trying to get them to take into consideration how serious you are.

“The two of you also need to take care of yourselves. Make sure you’re taking breaks to eat and sleep and clean up. You’re such good boys, helping Innie, but we love you both too and want you well. Okay?”

Jeongin nods, his head bumping the bottom of Hyunjin’s jaw. “Okay.”

Felix offers you the hint of a smile, though you can still see the worry in his dark eyes over your packmate’s-and his moonmate’s-obvious distress.

“Okay, alpha.” You nod, placated for now, and squeeze Hyunjin’s fingers tightly between your own.

His skin is already significantly hotter than normal.

“Okay. We’re all gonna be okay.”

*****

Changbin flops down beside you on the couch and you note with silent amusement that he must have decided on a new pair of track pants as his favorites for the time being because the dark strands of his hair are still damp, as if he’s just gotten back from the gym and recently showered.

He throws an arm over the back of the couch behind you and sighs, sinking into the cushions, before he stretches his leg out and nudges Minho's ankle where he sits across from the two of you, distracted by something he’s reading on his phone.

The other alpha doesn’t even bother to look up.

“What.”

It’s not a question, just a dry acknowledgement that Changbin’s there, and he’s vying for Minho’s attention.

Changbin rolls his eyes.

“You know what.”

Minho sighs with annoyance and finally glances up, meeting the other alpha’s gaze with an irritated sort of curl to his mouth, his face still as blank as ever.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t.”

You curl your legs underneath you and prop your chin on your hand, thoroughly enjoying just watching the other alphas’ obviously tense interaction with slight amusement and invested interest.

You know Minho does indeed know what, because no one could miss it, not even a beta at this point.

The sickly sweet sticky scent of honey and lemon clinging to every surface, every inch, of the apartment.

Your wolf has been pacing since this morning.

Changbin groans, as if he doesn’t have time for Minho’s inevitable cagey games, and rakes a hand through his hair with agitation.

“Where’s Chan-hyung?”

“Out.” Minho replies simply, once again dropping his gaze back to his phone casually, as if the conversation is over and done with.

He’s good at hiding his tension, but you can see it bleeding through now, see it in the slight tick of his jaw and the way his fingers curl around the back of his phone just a little bit more tightly than normal.

“Of course.” Changbin heaves a sigh and lets his head fall back on the couch, utterly giving in now to the despair you can see slowly creeping across his black irises the longer he sits doing nothing, fidgeting uselessly beside you. “Asshole.”

Minho’s lips quirk into the hint of an amused smirk at Changbin’s muttered insult, obviously directed at the noticeably absent Chan, but his eyes remain steadfast on the phone in his hand.

“Maybe I should go out.” Changbin muses after a moment of silence, another moment of twitching, sitting up straighter beside you, and you shoot him a sidelong look, his expression morphing into one of confusion at your obvious disbelief. “What?”

“You know he’s gonna ask for you, right?”

Changbin’s eyebrow arches into the dark bangs of his now dry hair.

“Me?”

Across the room, Minho scoffs.

“You’re an idiot. He always asks for you. Have you just wiped past heats from your mind, Seo Changbin? Replaced them with gym mantras and disgusting health smoothies?”

Changbin shoots Minho a scowl and then glances back to you, watching him expectantly, waiting for him to get it.

The air is quickly thickening with smoke from a smoldering campfire.

“Yeah, you, dumbass.” You quip at the other alpha, and Changbin’s glare focuses on you now, as you offer him the hint of a sweet, innocent smile. “Lovingly. Of course.”

Changbin still looks openly confused, and you sigh.

“Listen. Chan is out because an omega in heat-” Your words falter, and the sweet scent of lemon spikes temptingly, as if drawn out by your sudden internal struggle. You swallow hard and bury the almost immediate and possessive flare of your wolf down deep. “-is a lot.” You finish lamely, but shake your head to clear your thoughts and push on.

“However, he’s also out because he knows Hyunjin’s not gonna ask him for help. He never does. Chan could help-hell, any of us could help-” At this Minho nods, watching the two of you now from across the room. “-but Jinnie never asks for us. He only ever asks for you, Bin.”

Understanding is beginning to dawn in Changbin’s eyes, and you can practically see his wolf perk its ears in interest.

“So I should-” He stops, clearing his throat, before he glances toward the hall, the longing suddenly very clear in his eyes, the scent of lemon washing over you anew, tangling with the sudden uptick of smoke.

Minho looks equal parts amused and exasperated.

“You ‘should’ve’ quite a while ago, princess. So get going.”

Changbin is up and off the couch so fast that you feel as if you get whiplash craning your neck back to look at him, towering over you with sudden determination.

You settle back into his previous spot, the couch warm from his body, and curl in on yourself, reaching for a blanket and the remote to the tv as you wave a lackadaisical hand in his direction.

“Go on. I’m staying as far from that room as possible.”

Changbin takes a step toward the hall, toward Hyunjin, and his expression is slightly dazed.

You snap your fingers to get his attention, and when he glances back at you, his wolf is snarling in the depths of his eyes impatiently.

You offer him a knowing grin.

“Come get me when you’re done though. Because we all know you’re shit at aftercare.”

Minho straight up cackles.

The other alpha has enough sense to look offended at your words, his eyes darkening and his brow furrowing as he shoots you a pointed glare.

The smoke filling the room takes on an acrid edge, you can taste it on your tongue.

“Hey. I try.”

You hold up your hands in a sort of peace offering, but Minho is still chuckling and the easy grin hasn’t left your face.

“I know. I didn’t say you don’t, so reel your wolf back in before I get bitten.” His chest heaves with a breath and you cock your head as you study him, offering him a sympathetic look, smile softening into something affectionate, teasing. “You always make a heroic effort. I’ll give you that. But you’re also just hella awkward about it.”

Changbin looks suitably defeated, shoulders slumping and deep timbre heightening into a keening whine.

“Look, I don’t know what to do okay? Like, when we’re all done, am I supposed to cuddle and hold your hand and all that sappy shit? Or am I supposed to help you to the bathroom and start the shower and make you drink water and be the responsible one? Do I change the sheets or stay in bed or-” Minho is howling again, holding his sides with laughter, tears appearing in his eyes.

“Oh my god, change the sheets?”

Changbin huffs, and you take pity on him, standing from your comfortable position on the couch to wrap your arms around his waist.

He smells nice-like the coconut shampoo he religiously uses and embers dying down on the tail end of a fire-and you bury your nose into his neck, just for a minute, until you feel him start to relax against you.

“We’re sorry for teasing you, Binnie. I promise-” You tilt your head back to look up at him and tap the end of his nose gently with your finger. “-you’re doing great. There’s a reason Jinnie always asks for you specifically after all.”

“Big dick.” Minho coughs not so subtly behind his hand, and you shoot him an exasperated look while Changbin glares.

“Just-” You release him and shove him gently toward the door, in the direction of the hall, the way he was originally going, giving him an affectionate tap on the ass for encouragement as he leaves your side. “-go. And come get me when you’re done. Because this heat is gonna be rough after his suppressants, and aftercare means a lot more to omegas than it does to alphas. Biology and all that shit.”

Changbin heaves a sigh. “Okay.”

“Make sure to change his sheets!” Minho calls out after the retreating form of the other alpha wickedly, and you promptly jump him to silence his ensuing triumphant guffaws.

*****

You’re sitting in the bathroom-the good one that Minho usually commandeers before anyone else can-when the door opens, and Changbin appears, leading Hyunjin inside with a slight loop of his fingers around his wrist.

The other alpha handles the postheat omega carefully, as if he’s a fragile bird he’s afraid to break, and you note, with a warm swell of affection, as Changbin carefully maneuvers Hyunjin inside with lingering, pointed touches, that maybe he’s not so bad at aftercare after all.

It’s just a very Changbin way of showing it, and that’s never been more clear than it is now, as the alpha makes Hyunjin sit on the closed lid of the toilet and crouches down at his feet, eyes wide and dark and sincere as he looks up at him.

“Okay, Jinnie?”

Hyunjin nods silently, wane and pale, chewing his bottom lip nervously, and you have to force yourself to remain where you are, force your protective wolf back down, because there’s currently another alpha who has this completely under control and that’s okay.

Changbin’s hands smooth over the bare skin of Hyunjin’s legs, the gesture intimate and reassuring, and his face softens affectionately as the omega grasps desperately at his hands, as if he doesn’t want him to leave.

There is a swell of calming, smoky pheromones, heady in the already humid bathroom.

“It’s okay, Jinnie. I’m just gonna clean up your room a bit and change and take a shower, yeah?” The other alpha glances over at you, dark eyes serious, and you give him a silent firm nod, as if to give him your own reassurance, reassurance that you’ll take good care of the omega while he’s gone.

Changbin relaxes, pulling Hyunjin’s hands from his own.

“Okay, baby. (Y/N)’s gonna help you clean up, okay? Take a nice warm bath, does that sound good?”

Hyunjin hesitates, and then he nods weakly in response to Changbin’s question. His lip is still firmly slotted between his bottom teeth.

Your wolf growls nervously, pacing along your insides.

You’ve never seen him this silent or withdrawn after a heat before, it must’ve been bad.

“Okay. Good boy.” Changbin heaves himself to his feet and tousles Hyunjin’s long dark hair, before he leans over and presses a lingering kiss to his forehead, nuzzling his nose comfortingly against his scent gland for another moment before he finally pulls back. “I won’t be gone long, hm? And alpha will come right back if you call. Okay, Jinnie?”

Another nod, another serious look from Changbin in your direction, and then he’s gone, the smell of campfire fading instantly with his exit.

As soon as the other alpha is gone, you carefully cross the room to Hyunjin, movements slow and cautious, hand outstretched, as if you’re approaching a frightened animal.

“Hey Jinnie.” You hum beneath your breath when your fingers are inches from touching him, hovering over his skin. “Hey baby, can you take this off for me?”

Hyunjin seems frozen, gaze locked on the closed door where Changbin had disappeared, but at your words, he flicks his eyes to you, and you’re relieved to see a little bit of him drop back into his empty gaze, irises flaring and warming with something familiar.

He nods, fingers moving to pull idly at the hem of the long t-shirt he wears, one you recognize now as Changbin’s, and you crouch to help him, carefully pulling the soft material up and over his head, baring his body.

He shivers as the air touches his skin, and you pull at him insistently, gently, until he finally stands up on shaking legs, reminiscent of a new fawn, and takes a few stumbling steps toward the large soaking tub that takes up the corner of the bathroom, already filled to the brim with warm, perfumed water.

You help him step into the water, holding his hand tightly until he’s slid down beneath the liquid and you’re sure he’s situated comfortably, and then you take a seat on the lip of the tub, watching him with open fondness as he lets out a long sigh and sinks further into the warm embrace of the bath.

“Good?” You question with a soft smile, and Hyunjin hums, nodding, the water rippling around him, the bubbles foaming with the movement, sending a wave of fragrant lilac into the steamy air.

“Yeah.”

It’s the first word he’s spoken since Changbin brought him in, so you’ll take it.

You don’t talk, just sit in silence as he soaks, taking in the way his body slowly relaxes, tired, sore muscles finally unclenching the longer you both sit in comfortable quiet.

The wolf in you purrs, content that the omega is finally feeling a bit better, the color returning to his cheeks, the light reentering his eyes, the smell of honeyed lemon slowly overtaking the smell of the bath soaps the longer he lounges in the bath.

When you’re sure that he’s a little bit more Hyunjin, and a little bit less omega, you shift to kneel beside the tub and reach for the bottle of body wash you had preemptively brought with you, holding it up for him to see, his eyes suddenly curious.

“Can I?”

Hyunjin hums in affirmation beneath his breath, entirely relaxed into the warm water now, and you squirt a good amount of the body wash into the palm of your hand before replacing the bottle and moving around to sit behind him.

He leans his head back on the edge of the tub for you and you start with his hair, massaging your fingers through the long dark locks, taking your time to work the suds across his scalp.

The omega’s eyes are closed, his jaw relaxed, and you’re pleased to hear a soft purr mounting slowly but surely in his chest as you continue your gently pointed ministrations.

The smell of lemon is sharp in the air now-pleasant and familiar.

You work your way from his hair to his skin, carefully using your hands and a loofah to wash away the remnants of his heat-the slick and the sweat and the smokiness of a certain alpha-and by the time you’ve cleaned his body, Hyunjin looks much more like himself, so much so, that it makes your wolf preen.

Good alpha.

You sit back with a contented sigh, and Hyunjin cracks open an eye at the feeling of your hands no longer on him, and you wonder, for a brief moment, if he had fallen asleep.

“Feel better?” You ask with the hint of a smile as Hyunjin nods readily.

“So much better.”

“Good.” You hum, teasingly tossing the loofah at the omega, as he feigns dramatic insult, the sponge splashing harmlessly into the waning bubbles. “You should’ve told Changbin not to leave so many marks. He’s never gonna hear the end of it from Minho.”

Hyunjin groans, sliding down into the water, the quickly darkening hickeys covering his throat and chest disappearing beneath the remaining bubble bath as he shoots you a helpless look.

“Forget hyung. What about me? The ladies I teach are gonna have a field day with this on Monday.”

You grin and he fakes a look of pure despair, so convincing you might believe him if this weren’t Hyunjin and his known flair for being exceedingly dramatic.

“God, I’m never gonna hear the end of it. Can you imagine the comments?” He spikes his voice into a higher pitch, waving his hands, as if he’s a concerned, overly nosy ajumma. “‘Oh Hyunjin, darling, what big, bad man did that to you? So sweet and innocent, spending your free time teaching us old birds water aerobics, I just know you wouldn’t do something like this willingly! Tell us, are you safe? Blink twice if no and ajumma will take care of it!’”

You’re giggling now as Hyunjin sinks back into the lukewarm water, a look of clear, dreading exasperation on his pretty features.

“I couldn’t stop him, noona. He’s an animal.”

Hyunjin sighs despairingly, though you very much doubt that he was as much an unwilling victim as he’s making it out to seem, judging off the placement of the bruising lovemarks and how much he seems to enjoy them as he subconsciously runs his fingers over them with something akin to affectionate pride.

Also strongly judging by the skeptical snorting noise Changbin makes as he reenters the bathroom at that moment, hair wet and wearing a clean pair of sweats.

He also looks significantly refreshed after a shower.

“Please.” The alpha scoffs, settling down beside the tub next to you, shooting the suddenly smirking omega a glare that hints more at exasperation than anything else. “Don’t play coy, Hwang Hyunjin. You practically begged me to mark you up.”

You grin, glancing over at the omega, who shrugs casually.

“Guilty.”

“And that-” You push yourself up off the floor, flicking some water at Changbin playfully as you do so, the other alpha now turning his glare on you. “-is my cue to leave. Please play nice, boys. I only have so much aftercare left in me.”

Hyunjin grins and waves. “Thanks, noona. Love you.”

“Love you too.” You blow him a kiss, hand already on the door, as Changbin offers you a pointedly grateful look.

“Yeah, thanks, (Y/N).”

You flash him a grin and wave him off.

“You’re welcome.” You slip out the crack in the door, trying not to let any of the warm air out, but poke your head back inside for one last jab, grin transforming into a wicked smirk. “Oh, hey, Bin, did you make sure the sheets were clean? Ask Hyunjin if he wanted them changed?”

A towel is chucked forcefully at your head, but you dodge it easily as Changbin curses under his breath, and the triumphant smirk doesn’t leave your lips as you finally duck out the door.

******

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and with that, folks, we have finished the preliminaries!

our aim was to get 132 characters narrowed down to 64, we narrowed them down to 67, because of an amazing three polls where the difference was made by literally a single vote, and i think as far as preliminaries go, that's not preference that's chance (one vote may make the difference when it comes to the final rounds, bc then it's exciting, but here that's a tie)

you can view the complete set here

which means more importantly, i can reveal who those 67 are up against!

so without further ado, here are the 64 characters that you guys nominated the most, in order of who got the most nominations! (read left to right, up to down, or look at the list i'm about to put under the cut)

the post containing the full bracket can be found here, and as usual, image description and list of characters under the cut!

ID: An 8x8 square containing icons of the following 64 characters, in this order:

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Hiccup and Toothless (they’re a set do not separate) (How to Train Your Dragon)

Barbara Gordon/Oracle (DC)

Toph Beifong (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Ashton Greymoore (Critical Role)

Finn Mertens (Adventure Time)

Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots)

Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)

Clint Barton/Hawkeye (Marvel)

Nicholas Benedict (The Mysterious Benedict Society)

Donatello (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - both Rise and IDW)

Octavio Silva (Apex Legends)

Crutchie (Newsies)

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader (Star Wars)

Amaya (The Dragon Prince)

Charles Xavier/Professor X (Marvel)

Viktor (Arcane)

Taimi (Guild Wars 2)

Johnny Joestar (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Vash the Stampede (Trigun Stampede)

Drey Ferin (Just Roll With It)

Geordi LaForge (Star Trek)

Kaz Brekker (Six of Crows)

Melanie King (The Magnus Archives)

Snake (Zero Escape)

Future Leo (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Janice Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)

Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier (Marvel)

Della Duck (Ducktales)

Jayfeather (Warrior Cats)

Shouko Nishimiya (A Silent Voice)

Violet Evergarden (Violet Evergarden)

Briarlight (Warrior Cats)

Ticket Jerry (Dialtown)

Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

Ricky Potts (Ride the Cyclone)

Jimmy Valmer (South Park)

Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck)

Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Gregory House (House MD)

Moon Knight (Marvel)

Shanks (One Piece)

Chai (Hi-Fi Rush)

Kazuhira Miller (Metal Gear Solid)

Izaya Orihara (Durarara)

Finnegan Wake (Monster High)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Sage Beldaruit (Witch Hat Atelier)

Urakawa Mamoru (Mega Man)

Teo (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Tavros Nitram (Homestuck)

Hearthstone (Magnus Chase)

Tony Stark/Iron Man (Marvel)

Rani (Pixie Hollow)

Wilt (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends)

Izumi Curtis (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Juno Steel (Penumbra Podcast)

Imperator Furiosa (Mad Max)

Bentley (Sly Cooper)

Quasimodo (Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Nagito Komaeda (Dangan Ronpa)

#disability showdown

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yorshie · 5 months

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My forgetful ass meant to send this a while ago but better late than never 🥴 Yorshie, please give us your headcanon songs for the Bayverse Boys: what do they each listen to when getting ready for a date with their S/O 👀💚🎵

If you have more than 1 for them please share with the class 🙇🏻‍♀️🤓

Thank you for the ask! Never late and I’m always open to talk turtles and music.

I have. Like. So many songs that I associate with the bayverse turtles. I kinda…… maybe….. have a playlist on Spotify for vibes that go with each of them. Not really like “this song reminds me of this turtle” but more like “Mikey makes me feel x so this playlist is gonna have songs that make me feel x”

I do think they probably listen to vastly different music than what reminds ME of them however. Canonically we know they’re at least all into hip hop, enough to make a Christmas album, and groups like Wu Tang Clan. and despite everyone collectively deciding Leo likes eastern style music dude was still twerking in an elevator to beat box so for a date night vibe~

I can see Mikey listening to In The Club or Apple Bottom Jeans. Just anything border line embarrassing. Throw some Lonely Island in there. If you cannot hear him shouting “calling 911 shorty fire burning on the dance floor” I’m sorry but I can lol

Raph maybe 30 by Nas or I really think he’d like NF. Idk like Raph is the one turtle that music that reminds me of him is probably also the music he listens to. Really anything that you can work out to I bet he listens to.

Leo is eeeeeehhhh cuz I’m blinded by the Feelings but I think he’d listen to older music when he’s by himself. I got bit by the Tally Hall Hidden in the Sand bug and I can just imagine him humming along to it. I think he’d also enjoy eighties electronic music.

Donnie I could see him listen to classic rock when he’s not listening to filthy shit while he’s working. Things like AC/DC, Blue Oyster Cult or Tears For Fears.

I know it’s a bit more personal taste but if you’d like some songs that I myself put to each turtle, I’ll include some under the read more line

LEO

loyal by ODESZA

cruel angels thesis by Amalee

Hidden in the sand by tally hall

Eco by axel thesleff

Figure you out by voila

It’s love by rabbit

World on fire by Deuce

I’m a dragon by Apache

Familia from the first Spiderverse movie

Under the pressure by the score

RAPH

Run for your life by the siege

Kryptonite by jeris Johnson

Berzerk by Eminem

Dangerous by Yin Yang Twins

Bloodshot by Sam tinnesz

Uproar by lil Wayne

Drag me down by twenty one two

Oh Mickey you’re so fine by dsippy

Gas pedal by sage the Gemini

WET by brevis

DONNIE

let me down slowly by fenekot

Frequency by Tim wolf

Shockwave by marshmello

Crash by deathbyromy

Walking in the moon by infected mushroom

Crash by neovaii

Cry me a river by peaceful melody

Lights down low by MAX

Pull the plug by viola

Finale by AJR

MIKEY

more than you know by axwell

Handclap by fitz and the tantrums

Chase you down by the runaround

Find you by nick jonas

Stupid for you by water parks

Levitating by dua lipa

Can I get a witness by sonreal

Safe and sound by capital cities

Some say nea

Unforgettable by French montana

#ask away!#raccoon rambles #song recs #music head canons #long #yikes that got long

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#5 - i hate your big dumb combat boots - b.b.

summary: you have met this man once in your life, at a bar after you passed out. and the second time you meet him it definitely is less pleasant. thankfully you never ever have to see him again. except now you are forced on a plane with him to the mediterranean because the tickets are non-refundable. fuck this.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 1.3k

a/n: oh my lord. guys i am so sorry. everything just like slipped my mind. anyways enjoy!! join my taglist!

you got up from the breakfast table, “i’m gonna go change,” you angled your head towards the door of the bedroom, “also, bucky i have some activities planned for today, so you should too.”

he nodded, picking up his plate and utensils.

four bikini options were laid out in front of you. what am i going to wear? subconsiously, you wanted to look good for bucky, or any other hot guy that happened to pass by you. but mostly bucky.

your options consisted of the floral bikini you wore last time, a lavender colored one, a sage green bralette bikini, and a light blue triangle bikini with a tropical flower.

you chose the lavender triangle bikini, it fit pretty similar to the floral one. you felt confident in how you looked, your hair still a bit messy from sleep. you slashed some tap water on it and ran your fingers through it. on top of your bathing suit you threw on a cute little linen white skirt and a flowy tank. a bit of your mid section showed, enough to induce looks but still look casual.

you quickly did a light bit of beach makeup, sprayed a bit of perfume, grabbed your beach towel and got out of the room.

“bucky, the room’s free,” you called out, preoccupied with vila, kaiya and sol’s texts.

“yeah, ok.” he replied, drying off the last of the dishes.

you packed a bag for the both of you. towels, sunscreen, water, snacks and extra clothes were what was shoved into an insanely small beach bag.

“bucky, i need an extra change of clothes for you,” you called out to the room, “we’re probably gonna get dirty.”

he grunted in reply, walking out of the door in a matter of minutes. he sported a fitted black tee with those short ass swim trunks. you know the ones that show off a guy’s whole leg. the shorts displayed his muscular thighs, along with a tattoo of a snake biting a butterfly. he threw a ratty gray-blue towel over his sholder.

how come you never noticed this tattoo?

now at this point it was becoming noticeable to him that you were inspecting him, maybe even checking him out.

“why are you looking at me like that,” he turned to face you.

“i don’t know, i just never noticed your tattoos.” you glance shifted from his eyes to a new tattoo you spotted. it kind of looked like a quote, “the snake one is pretty cool.”

his face lit up, “thanks, i recently got these yin and yang koi fish on my arm.” he showed the inside of his arm. the tattoo itself was a little bit swollen and red but you probably couldn’t tell from afar.

you only had two tattoos, one emily dickinson quote on the inside of your wrist, and the second a simple line art of flowers and leaves down your spine.

“i saw another one on your other arm, what does it say?” you asked, not trying to probe.

“oh yeah! it’s an emily dickinson quote, my sister rebecca loved her poetry.” he said, a gentle smile lifting his rough features.

“no fucking way, i have an emily dickinson quote too,” you said, a bit excited that he had something in common.

“what quote is it?” he asked.

“unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.” you recited, having the line already memorized.

“that one is one of my favorites, mine is ‘dying is a wild night and a new road’” he repeated off of his arm, “i forgot it was there for the longest time.” he said this with a bittersweet expression.

“i didn’t know that you had a sister,” you replied “yeah, i don’t know, i don’t usually talk about her a lot,” he said, his features fell gracefully, “she passed in a car accident a few years back.”

you rubbed the spot where your dickinson quote was, “i’m sorry,” you said, looking up at him. his moonstone eyes shifted uncomfortably.

“yeah she was the best,” he said softly, “but, anyways let’s get going. i don’t want to be late for whatever you have planned for us.”

he passed you his towel to put in the bag, then led the two of you out the door. you had ordered an Uber, so the driver was already waiting for you when you got to the street. it was a small car, so the two of you were kind of squshed together in the backseat.

many bumps and “sorry’s” later you arrived to kythnos. lyra helped you set this up as well as a few other tourist-y things to do for the rest of the week. you paid the driver before getting out.

you both stepped out of the car and admired the view. the mediterranean was breathtaking, especially here. it was clear, yet turquoise, practically begging for you to jump in.

“scuba diving! what do you think?” you turned to bucky, asking for his opinion.

“yes, this is amazing,” he said, his sunglasses already on, “thanks.”

you led bucky down to the shore where the instructor was about to start demonstrating how to put on the gear, etc.

let's pretend for this that you n buck have scuba licenses 🙏🙏

you took your shorts off and put on the gear. you set your clothes in the bag and placed it closer to land, so the bag would not get wet.

bucky put on his scuba gear too, and followed after you.

the boat was close to shore, tied to a pole farther to the entrance to the beach. you hopped in, bucky following after you. there were already a handful of people in the boat. three sisters, you assumed, were sitting next to each other, talking animatedly amongst them. one had light brown hair, another dark brown, and the other had pink and brown hair. you could tell they were speaking spanish. next to them were an older looking couple, the man had a salt and pepper beard and the lady had red hair with streaks of gray and white peeking through. they were talking too, but a bit more calm than the three sisters. the intructor from the shore started pushing the boat, and then hopped on. the boat engine started and the instructor began to tell the group about the islands, what fish there are, all things interesting.

you gazed out onto the water, the sky was a bit dull, but you checked the weather before and it said it was going to clear up.

the first stop to the diving trip was gorgeous, the water was turquoise and so clear. there were countless fish and sea animals.

the second stop was the same, but different fish, and the water went deeper, and the water was cooler.

the final stop was insane, there were statues almost but they were 50 ft underwater.

the tour ended around 3pm, the two of you eager to eat lunch.

you ate quickly at a street food place, and then walking back to the little bungalow.

“so…” you asked, “what did you think?”

“that was perfect in everyway,” he replied, “would relive again 10/10. but, now its my turn for a surprise trip.”

“oh god,” you sighed, “what does that mean…”

“not much, just a little dinner,” the two of you reached the door, “i found it online, and it seems like its perfect.”

“okay,” you had to put a little trust in him, after all he couldn’t be awful at planning.

hope u enjoyed! take a min to comment or reblog <3

#bucky imagine #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes enemies to lovers #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #ten things i hate about you #🍯; sol writes

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