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sparklingchan · 3 years

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Ruby Eyes|| Seo Changbin (Stray Kids)

Pairing : Reader(fem.) X Changbin

Word count : 7.3k+

Warnings : Mention of an accident, cuss words, divorce, a single kiss.

Genre : Romance, Soulmate AU, fluff, angst, best friends to lovers.

Description: Seo Changbin has done everything in his capacity to remove and replace you, yet fate seems to have different plans for the both of you.

A/N : Hello everyone ahhh I know it’s been so long y’all. So many things have been going on including exams and internships and I just didn’t have the patience to write :(( This one shot was written as a part of a collab event by wonderful, dear Ro!

I hope y’all like it!

"So, how's it being back, y/n?"

Your dad looks older now than he did the last time you saw him - probably two years ago, when you were leaving the country.

You missed him, really. You missed his warmth and his wisdom and how he was a sharp contrast to your mother, more calm and composed. Sometimes you wonder how your mother had even managed to get your custody after their divorce.

"Okay, I guess." You lie.

You didn't want your father to know how your feelings are all over the place, ranging from sadness to anger and longingness.

It's a weird thing to be experiencing such a cocktail of emotions when you'd convinced yourself these feelings had disappeared the day you left the old neighborhood, seven years ago. You had not felt any attachment towards the new neighborhood that you and your mother then went on to live for the next two years before you moved abroad for your studies. Yet you feel nostalgic now, as your father drives you through your old old neighborhood.

"How's mom?" He asks, taking a left to a road all too familiar to you, "Is she still going to therapy?"

You nod, "She's getting better, I think. The new country seems to have changed her. The therapy is helping too. She has many friends there now. "

At first when you were offered a job at one of the biggest publishing companies in the world, you were ecstatic. But everything soon died down when you found out you were posted at a branch in the country you'd left behind. It was your mother who'd convinced you to take it.

"I know you don't like being back, y/n." Your dad smiles sadly when he pulls over infront of your old house.The house that contains years of secrets, tears, lies and whispered confessions in front of the mirror stands in front of you, as grand and pretty as ever. It looks different but similar enough to make you tear up a tad bit.

"But I'm glad you're here. I really am." He says, "I renovated the house a little when you told me you were moving back. I hope it's okay."

You smile at the old man, wrapping your arms around him, "Thanks, dad. I missed you. I'm glad you're here, too."

He pecks your forehead, "I missed you, too, love."

Moving in doesn't take a lot of time since your dad had already set up everything. You just had to get some of your stuff and you were ready to kick start your stay.

That evening, your father leaves after making you promise to call him if anything happens at all and when the front door closes, you find yourself in the company of your old room.

You lie on your bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling as you hum an old tune to yourself. And without meaning to, you find yourself thinking about him; The man you hadn't seen or talked to for a whole seven years. The man who'd tried his best to stay in touch with you yet gave up when you didn't reciprocate the same.

A horrific realization then dawns on you,

He'd obviously replaced you now.

The familiar clouds of grief loom over you, threatening to engulf you any moment now.

No. Not now, please.

Getting up from your bed immediately, you shake your head as you make your way to the mirror- the mirror that had encountered more honest tears and smiles and words than any human ever had. You stare at your reflection as tears escapes your eyes, the bright red iris of your right eye staring back at you when you rub your tears off.

You shiver.

"Shit, I forgot to wear the contacts."

Quickly grabbing your lenses from your bag, you put them on, concealing the scary blood red color of your right eye. You take two long strides across the room and pulling your favorite black hoodie over your head, you walk out of the door.

By the time you manage to leave the house, it's already 10:30 in the evening. A quiet calmness has fallen over the town, as the shops and restaurants near the market square slowly start closing up. Your feet are as if on autopilot, taking you to that one place you know would still be open; Yang's Café.

And rightly so, the smell of freshly brewed coffee reaches your nostrils when you walk through their main door, past the group of chatty teenagers waiting outside. This place hasn't changed much, you realize, the brown and golden hues of the place and the vintage coffee cups collection in the far corner of the Cafe are still the same. The only difference is that you're no longer here with your best friend right after school, you are here all alone on an evening too quiet for your liking.

"Y/n? Is that you?"

When you turn around to face the owner of the voice, you are stunned.

"Jeongin?"

Jeongin's family has owned this Cafe for three generations now, from his great-grandparents, his grandparents, his parents and soon enough it'll pass down to him. As a kid, you remember often playing with Jeongin at the park and teaming up with him during quiz competition. He was always sweet and always smiley.

But the handsome young man that stands in front of you doesn't resemble the Jeongin you once used to know, not even a little bit.

"What..what happened to you!" You exclaim, taking his face in your hands, "Where are the braces! And the specs and wow, would you look at the blue hair!"

Jeongin can only let out a few giggles as you continue squishing his face and complaining how big he's grown in only over seven years.

The customers give you weird stares but only the heavens above know how genuinely happy you are to see Jeongin, albeit the fact you almost couldn't recognize him there for a second.

"What have you done to my child?" You mutter when you've finally calmed down and Jeongin takes you to your seat.

"I have a mother, y/n, thank you very much," he laughs, taking a seat opposite to yours, loosening the Barista apron around his torso, "And I missed you too."

You attempt to pinch his cheeks but he is quick to dodge.

"So how have you been?" He asks through giggly breaths.

You sigh, "I'm good... I feel weird being back here, honestly but I think I'll get used to it soon. What about you?"

"I've been good. Graduated a few months back, now I'm working here full time." He ushers over a waiter, "What would you like, y/n?"

You don't even think for a second while responding, "An iced Americano, please."

The waiter notes your order and walks away before Jeongin pinches your arm teasingly.

"Ouch. What?"

"Old habits die hard, huh? You always used to drink an iced coffee whenever we hung out here. I am glad to see nothing much has changed," Jeongin laughs, "You and Changbin, too!"

That one name sends your entire mind into a frenzy. Changbin. Seo Changbin. The love of your life. The man who you wouldn't even go to school without, the man who had saved you from a terrible accident, also the man who probably no longer even remembers you.

And you realise, despite everything, your heart yearns for him, still- for you wouldn't be in so much pain at the mention of his name otherwise.

Jeongin seems to have noticed your discomfort because he immediately changes the topic, "Anyway, you have to try our new chocolate cake. It's heavenly, I'm telling you."

Your reason to leave the neighborhood wasn't a secret, really. It was public knowledge that your mother had blamed Changbin for the fatal accident you almost had.

You're grateful for what Jeongin does, and try your best to engage in conversations about the neighborhood and old gossip you'd missed out on. Yet all you want to do is drive out of the damn Cafe and find changbin.

"Y/n?"

Or maybe, Changbin will find you.

Behind Jeongin, you see the blurry image of a man that had once caused you great misery yet you had never felt as happy as when you were with him.

"Hi..hi, Changbin." You stammer as you see the said man walk towards your table.

The seven years have as if done some magic on him, because the Changbin that walks towards you in no way resembles your high school best friend.

With thick buff arms, new ear piercings and silver jewelry gracing his wrists and fingers, you have a hard time actually accepting the fact that Seo Changbin is really there, in front of you.

"Been long, huh?" He grins, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes and somewhere in the depths of your conscience, you realize it might have been your fault. You'd done everything in your capacity to break apart from this friendship, ignoring his calls, changing your number, even going as far as blocking him on all social media.

So, did you really expect him to welcome you back with open arms when you had caused him so much pain?

Jeongin brings an extra chair for Changbin to sit on and soon, the three of you are talking, maybe not like the old, happy days but it's still better than nothing. Changbin looks at you everytime you throw your head back and laugh, your eyes squeezing shut as his heart clenches in his chest.

You are really back home.

"So what have you been doing? I told you guys about me." Jeongin says, stealing a bite off of Changbin's cheesecake.

"Oh..you know," Changbin giggles, the tip of his ears turning a light pink shade.

You raise your eye brows in confusion.

"Been busy with the wedding and all."

Your heart drops. "Wedding? W-whose wedding?" You try to laugh it off but it's very evident from the way you're gripping your glass of iced Americano that it has affected you. A lot more than you actually thought.

"I'm getting married, y/n," Changbin smiles, "I'm so glad you could be around for the wedding."

Your grief stricken self has not gotten up from the bed since last night and you're thankful to Jeongin for finally checking up on you or else you would have gone deeper into the spiral hole of despair.

"Are you really going to be like this, y/n?"

You hate being miserable on the very second day of your stay. You hate depending on Jeongin. But you can barely move without bursting out into tears,so it seems as though there's no better idea than have someone take care of you at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Jeongin. " You manage to speak when he places a bag full of snacks and drinks on the dining table, "And thanks."

Jeongin chuckles, "Don't thank me, just yet. Guess who wants to meet up with you?"

Your eyes widen for a split second as you sit up on the couch, "Who?!"

No, he wouldn't, would he?

"It's not the person you think, y/n. Calm down." He laughs, "It's Bang Chan. Your senior, you remember?"

Oh, yes, the infamous Bang Chan. Shy smiles, dimples, curly hair, angelic eyes. Yeah, you remember the school's heartthrob. Very clearly.

"I was talking to him this morning and he said he'd be very glad to catch up with you again." Jeongin settles beside you, "It's not a date, y/n. He's an old friend. It wouldn't hurt, would it? You can't possibly sit here all day long crying about him."

You open your mouth to argue, but only air slips out and you realise you don't have anything to defend your miserable state with. You knew this was coming; when you cut off all ties with Seo Changbin, you knew this was coming.

Jeongin is right; you need to go out and meet new people.

You roll your eyes before pinching Jeongin's cheeks, "Fine. Give him my number."

He responds by pulling your cheeks as well.

The first day of work is weirdly gut wrenching.

You hadn't expected yourself to be this nervous but here you are, muttering under your breath as you make way towards the office.

"You'll be okay, y/n," you breathe in, "You've worked hard for this." And breathe out.

A few more minutes of self pep talking and you see all your hard work and expectations go down the drain as you feel a few droplets of rain fall onto your head. You look up and the dark, heavy clouds greet you.

Bloody brilliant.

You see the office goers around you jog quickly to the nearest shelter but you're short on luck today as your gaze falls on your watch and you realize you don't have enough time to wait for the rain to pass.

So you grab your office bag, cover your head with that and make a run for it.

The sole of your high heel shoes dig into your feet and a throbbing pain shoots through your body, as you wince. Note to yourself - never wear heels to office again.

You also secretly pray to the gods that your contact lens don't get washed off. Turning up at your new office on the first day with a blood red iris doesn't feel too fun, really.

"Do you need a lift?"

You had been so busy running to your office that you don't notice when a black car drives toward you and the driver rolls down the window, offering you a smile.

Seo Changbin.

Your heart skips a few beats.

"Y/n, do you need a lift?"

You blink back to reality when he clicks his fingers in front of you, "I-I mean if that's okay with you."

Changbin smiles, pointing to the passenger's seat, "Come on in."

When you're comfortably seated in his car, using his spare towel to wipe off the water from your face and hair, his questions start-

"So.." He steps on the break when the traffic light turns red, "How have you been?"

You look at the digital clock displayed on the cars' LED, and sigh. You're late to work and you're stuck in traffic with the one man you'd rather not be stuck in traffic with. Brilliant.

"Good." Your eyes are focused on the cars outside the window, "You?"

There's a moment of silence before he speaks again, "Fine."

Fine? Just Fine? Shouldn't he be over the clouds, now that the wedding is finally around the corner?

"Okay.."

"Actually, I meant to ask you earlier, y/n." He turns to you, a gentle smile playing at his lips, "I am throwing a party this weekend. I'd love it if you could come by. And I could introduce you to her."

You sink back into your seat, biting your lip, wondering if you want to ever know who her is. Your peace of mind is more important than meeting your ex crush's fiance, right? And if you do end up going to the party, whom would you hang out with? It's not like you know any of his rich friends and cousins and there's no way you'd hang out with Changbin and the said fiance.

You are about to respectfully reject the invitation when a sudden, seemingly good idea pops into your head.

Bang Chan.

You nod, shrugging, "Okay. I'll be there."

You clasp your hands together as he continues driving and you look out the window, unable to suppress the bubbling excitement.

"Great, then." He replies, suspiciously.

The evening of the party finally arrives, much to your dismay, you find yourself seated next to Chan. He's just the same as the guy in your memory; a gentleman.

"You look pretty, y/n." He had greeted you as he held the car door open for you, "I'm glad we could meet up."

His words turn your cheeks into a darker shade of red but your heart doesn't beat quite as furiously as you'd expect it to.

Muttering a small thank you, you seat comfortably in the car while Chan drives towards Changbin's family's old Farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. You've been there before - during summer holidays, he would take you there with his family. That place was only filled with happy memories of sunshine, swimming pools, watermelon juice and bonfires.

You swallow the grief that comes along with these memories.

"Are we here already?" Chan pulls over in a familiar driveway not even ten minutes later, jogging up to your door and clicking it open, like the gentleman he is.

"Yeah, we're here." Chan smiles, "Very less traffic tonight."

You guys walk through the huge metallic gate, making your way through the main door of the house.

"Uh..." People are crowded mostly around the front door and in the front yard, so you and Chan have to push and squeeze your way into the Farmhouse. You hate the feeling of sweaty bodies pressing against you (or holding Chan's hand for stability) but desperate situations call for desperate measures.

"I hate it here." You mutter when you later find yourself by the pool side, swirling the drink that you don't even plan on drinking and looking at all the flushed faces having the time of their lives.

Thankfully, Chan happens to be on the same boat as you.

"I'm sorry I dragged you here, Chan. We could have just gone for a movie."

Chan giggles, "Hey, it's alright. I don't mind, I'm glad I could spend some time with you after so many years."

His eyes shine and dimples deepen.

You whisper, "Yeah, me too."

Chan is a handsome man, good at all kinds of sport, good at arts, very smart and intelligent yet there's a part of you that knows you'd never be able to reciprocate his flirtatious words. It's sad, really, but that's just how life is.

"Wow, those two seem to be having the time of their lives." Chan chuckles, pointing at someone behind you.

It's quite dark outside, the only source of light being a few decorative fairylights hung at random places haphazardly.

Hiding behind a huge, tall bush, you see a couple, kissing each other like it were the last day on the planet.

The guy's hands roam all over the woman's body and the woman is so loud that even you could hear her sighs and moans. When she pulls away to catch her breath for a second, Chan asks you, "You know her?"

"Nope. I don't know either of them."

You look away; what kind of creep looks at a happy couple like that? (Not a creep, just a lonely and touch starved person)

"Should we check out the dinner table?" Chan suggests and you agree with a nod, "I hope there's no crowd there."

As expected, there actually isn't a crowd there - there's only Changbin, sitting and nibbling on a pizza slice while scrolling through the phone.

The moment your eyes land on him, your feet as if stop on their own and your heart bangs furiously against your chest.

He's breathtakingly gorgeous.

By the time you debate in your head whether or not you want to sit there and fill your stomach, Chan has already made his way to Changbin.

"Hey, Bin!" He greets him with a smile.

Changbin looks at Chan with an unamused smile, the same one from your high school days, when these two were named the biggest rivals on campus. You wonder if somewhere deep in his heart, Changbin had still not let go of that rivalry.

"Hey, Changbin." You manage to whisper before sitting beside Chan.

He looks almost angry.

"You should have the pizza. It's good." He mutters, turning to pass you a slice of pizza on a plate, "Help yourself, Chan."

Yup, there it is. The Seo Changbin that would kill to be on top. You feel worse about dragging Chan here now when neither of you were having a good time.

"Thanks, mate. " Chan replies.

Your ears ring with the sound of approaching footsteps, and when a pretty girl comes walking in and takes Changbin in her arms, your heart stings. Like a fresh wound.

"Y/n.." Chan whispers to you as you watch the two collide in a loving embrace, Changbin smiling at her and running his fingers through her hair.

Your heart hurts at how happy and content he looks.

You could have had that, a part of you thinks, if you weren't such a coward, it would have been you instead of her.

"Y/n," Chan calls you again.

"What?" Your tone is harsher than you intended, "What happened?"

You think Chan is about to give you the whole it-is-time-to-move-on talk but he doesn't, instead he points at the girl and whispers,

"It's her. The girl we saw earlier."

The rest of the night is blurry to you, all conversations, all gazes, all thoughts just feel ....like an awkward dream.

"We have to tell Changbin."

You're sitting at Yang's Cafe at 1 am the same night, watching Jeongin's brother guide his staff to clean the place up.

"I agree." Chan says, biting the inside of his cheeks.

While you, on the other hand, are completely zoned out, staring at the glass of water placed in front of you and watching the droplets on its surface race each other.

"Y/n, what do you think?" Jeongin asks when you don't take part in their discussions.

You sigh, "I don't know. I really don't. As much as it troubles me that Changbin is being cheated on, I don't want to get involved in their personal relationship. "

"Let's not tell anyone for now, then. But someday in the future, before that goddamn wedding, we have to tell him. He deserves to know." Chan agrees.

You purse your lips and close your eyes.

Chan is right.

Changbin deserves to know the truth.

"So, how's it being back in town, y/n?"

"It feels good. Weird, but good." You smile at your old teacher, "How have you been, Miss Oh?"

Your teacher adds sugar to the cup of tea in her hands and then looks at you, smiling - the same old smile, except with more wrinkles now, "I've been good. I'm retiring next year so I'm glad I could see you before that, huh?"

You nod your head, "I'm glad too. The school hasn't changed much, unlike what I had expected."

Other than the addition of some new labs and libraries, and the change in color of the walls, everything was still the same. No place in this old school building feels foreign to you.

"Ugh, these administration people I tell you, y/n, they're cheap idiots. They won't spend a single penny on infrastructure unless it's absolutely necessary." She complains as you giggle in response,

"They've always been like that."

Miss Oh gulps some tea from her cup, "Anyway, y/n, I have a class now. I would have loved to stay and chat, really, but I'm afraid that might get me in to trouble."

"No issues, Miss Oh. Go ahead. I'll just roam around the school a little more though, if that's okay."

After Miss Oh leaves, you step out of her cabin and walk the familiar corridors, reminiscent of the memories you have here. Studying a few minutes before tests, bunking classes, running to class when you're late, hanging out with your friends- these corridors have seen you grow in love, in friendship, in life. There's absolutely nothing that could ever replace these memories.

Mindlessly, you wander around the third floor, walking toward the end of the corridor before stopping in front of an old door, way too familiar to not try and push open.

While a part of you tells you it might not be a good idea to go into that room again, there's also a part of you that thinks it's a bloody brilliant idea.

Pushing the door open, you walk into the old dusty room, sighing in relief when you see a particular set of letters still carved on the wall.

CB and YN were here.

You finally let your tears run free, as you crouch down to touch the letters.

Your heart aches at how much you miss Changbin being an important part of your life and how much you miss being his top priority. And your heart aches for Changbin, who is so in love with his fiancé and has no idea he's being cheated on.

You almost want to leave this town and go back to your mother, away from this terrible mess. Yet you don't find it in yourself to act on those thoughts.

Maybe, it is your fear of abandoning him once again that stops you. Or, maybe it is simply the unconditional love you harbor for him.

* Surprisingly, Yang's Cafe is near empty that afternoon.

"Did something happen, y/n? You look really worried." Changbin has his arms crossed over his chest, looking at you with a tense frown.

"Um..it's kind of complicated." You sigh. For a second, you see the genuine concern and innocence on his face, and you wonder if it is worth telling him the truth at all because it would kill you to see him lose his smile but then, his engagement band shines on his ring finger and your stomach turns unpleasantly.

He has to know. From you. In person.

"Changbin, that day at your party...I saw something. " You whisper, "Something I shouldn't have. I should have turned a blind eye really but I can't. My conscience won't allow it. I'm sorry, Bin."

"Y/n, it's okay, just tell me," he reaches over and wraps his fingers around yours, soft and gentle, "You're scaring me."

"Changbin, your fiance is cheating on you. I-I saw her kissing another man that night. Chan saw it too." You feel sick even having to say this to him, "I think you should confront her."

He sucks in a deep breathe, his face completely void of any emotions as he extracts his hands from yours.

"I know." Is all he says.

His eyes drill into yours, as if accusing you of a crime. He looks angry. Just how he looked the day you brought Chan to his party.

"Why are you still marrying her then?" You question.

He sits up straight, "Y/n, I wish I could explain. But I can't. I'm sorry. And please, stay out of this, okay?"

"Why? Why should I stay out of it?" Your voice threatens to break, "I cannot watch my best friend marry a woman who's not loyal. You deserve better than this, Bin."

A sarcastic chuckle leaves Changbin's lips as he taps his foot against the floor, "Let me correct you, y/n. You were my best friend. Seven years ago. You're not anymore."

Your heart shatters.

A part of you knows you deserve this after ghosting him for seven long years. You were the center of each other's world at one point of time.How could you have been so selfish to ever think that your absence and lack of communication wouldn't hurt him?

"Changbin, I'm sorry for everything I did okay. B-but I never stopped thinking or worrying about you. Even for one second. And I still do."

Changbin pushes his chair back and stands up while you stay frozen in your seat.

"It doesn't seem like that though. "

"What do you even mean!"

"Chan. I mean Chan, y/n." He grabs his phone and purse, "Goodbye, y/n. I hope Chan turns out to be a better friend than I ever did." With that, the love of your life walks out of Yang's Cafe.

And for once, he doesn't even look back.

* "Y/n, don't let go of my hand!"

Changbin is panting heavily, his voice shaking with fear as he desperately tries to hold onto you.

He should have known it would be a bad idea to play badminton near the infamous cliff in your town yet when you had showed him your innocent smile and pleading eyes that day, he just couldn't say no.

Your sweaty hands clutch his, legs dangling over the edge of the cliff. Your free hand grabs the rough surface of the rocky cliff to keep yourself from falling.

You want to cry; but you're too traumatized to even let out more than a few terrified grunts. "Y/n," he yells, "I'm going to try and pull you up one more time, okay?."

You don't even remember how you had ended up in this situation; one second you were happily giggling, playing badminton with Changbin and in the next second, you found yourself hanging by the cliff, praying for your dear life.

With all the energy he has left, he tries to pull you up onto the surface.

"Y/n, you have to free the other hand. Let go of that rock." He pants.

You shake your head vigorously, you know you would not survive if you let go of the rock, you'd fall thousands of feet below into absolute nothingness.

"Y/n, please listen to me." Changbin pleads, now crying, "Please. I'll catch you, I promise. I'll not let you die. Just..please."

Changbin sounds like he's about to give up and in all honesty, you couldn't blame him really. Everytime your eyes fall on what's beneath you, a part of you loses hope.

"Please, come on, y/n," he's still pulling at your free hand, while his right hand awaits desperately to grab the other hand. A mixture or sweat and tears grace his face, making him shine under the bright afternoon sun. Your heart aches at the mere thought of never seeing him again- your friend, your childhood crush, your partner in everything.

Well, here goes nothing then.

You suck in a deep breath and let go the Rock, immediately reaching for Changbin. He is quick to grab both of your arms and in one swift movement, he pulls you up onto the surface.

You fall onto his chest, "Y-you saved me."

Changbin let's out a sob mixed with a relieved giggle, pulling you into his arms.

Your eyes feel heavy, as darkness slowly begins to engulf your vision.

"Oh God, I am so sorry this happened, y/n. It's all my fault." He cries, rubbing your back softly, "I'm so sorry. I thought I was going to lose you, oh God. Fuck!"

You want to tell him that it was never his fault, and that you wouldn't even be alive if not for him but your body betrays you and your body goes limp against his.

"I'm not leaving this neighborhood."

Your hands rest angrily on your waist as your mom frantically walks from your closet to where the suitcase is spread open on your bed, shifting all your clothes. She dumps them inside the suitcase, not bothering to fold them even.

"You will do as I say! That Seo Changbin tried to push you off of a cliff and heaven knows what he might do next!" Your mom yells back.

You sit at the edge of your bed, trying to keep yourself calm, "Mom, I told you it was an accident. I fell because I was going after the shuttlecock and didn't notice the cliff. Moreover, why would my best friend want try to kill me!"

Your mom let's out a sarcastic laugh, closing the suitcase roughly. She looks at you with eyes full of contempt and a part of you knows that there's no point in trying to convince her. Her mind is already made. Yet you refuse to go down without a fight.

"You're just sixteen, sweetie. You don't know anything about the cruel world, " your mother sighs, "Rich people are not friends with anyone. Changbin may be nice to you but he only sees you as a pathetic poor girl."

"Mom, we're not even poor!"

"Yes, I know. But those filthy rich businessmen consider everyone below their economic status poor. His family probably doesn't like him being friends with you which is why they asked him to get rid of you."

You think of Mrs. Seo's face in your head, always smiling and always welcoming. You remember Changbin's sister and how she'd promised to let you borrow her dress for this year's winter prom. And you think about Changbin- his face, his smile, his passion for music and his protectiveness towards you. Why would these people ever want to hurt you?

"Mom, you're being ridiculous right now! Do you even hear yourself!" You stand up from the bed, now beyond frustrated.

She walks upto you and grabs your arm tightly, nails digging into your skin as you whimper slightly. "You will listen to me. I am your mother and you will listen to me. " she growls, "Pack the rest of your stuff. We're leaving tomorrow."

When she finally walks out your bedroom, your first instinct is to dress yourself in your black hoodie and track pants, and quietly slip out of the back window of your room.

The cold air nips at your skin, goosebumps slowly appearing on your arms and legs but you're too preoccupied to pay too much heed to it.

You reach Changbin's house and like always, walk up to the backyard and climb upto his room through the emergency staircase.

When Changbin hears knocks on his window, he quickly removes his headphones, "y/n?"

He walks upto the window and let's you in, his heart more at peace now than it's ever been the entire day. The guilt from the accident you had earlier was clawing at his conscience.

His room is mostly dark except for his table lamp. You notice the lyrics notebook lying on the table, open with some scribbles and random phrases on the pages.

"How are you feeling?"

You sit at the edge of his bed, cross legged while he kneels on the floor to get to your level. His hands find yours naturally.

"Fine," you swallow the tears that have been accumulating since you left the house, "Changbin, I- we're leaving tomorrow."

Changbin is taken aback; his heart shattering into billions of pieces at your words.

"Leaving? What do you mean Leaving?" his voice trembles.

You lick your dry lips and tell him everything your mom had told you earlier. When his face twists bitterly, a part of you wishes you'd held your tongue yet a bigger part of you wants Changbin to know the truth now; you didn't want him sending you off with lies in his mind and the fear of him finding out some years later just killed you inside.

"I'm so sorry, Changbin. Mom's just not been okay after the divorce." Your voice breaks when Changbin refuses to look at you, "I know she's speaking bullshit. But there's absolutely nothing I can do to change her mind, I've tried I swear. I'm sorry, Changbin."

When Changbin finally does look at you, even in the dim lit room, you see the tears glistening on his face, mirroring the ones that roll down your cheeks. "Why are you sorry, y/n? I don't blame your mom." He mutters, "It was partly my fault. I should have taken more care, I-"

You cup his cheek, "Shh. Bin, are we really going to spend my last night here crying and blaming ourselves? We might never see each other again."

The words sink deep into his soul, and he nods. He wills his tears back in as he grabs your hand tighter.

"Okay. What do you wanna do?"

You smile a little, "You're not gonna like it though. "

"Stargazing it is then." He giggles a little as the both of you make your way to balcony attached to his room.

It is quiet outside, unlike the noise in your head and you feel the calmness spreading to you when you look up at the stars.

Changbin brings a picnic mat from inside and spreads it out on the floor, along with two pillows and a blanket.

"We'll stay in touch, yeah? If you ever need anything, I'll be right here." He reassures you, lying beside you, hands behind his head.

You smile yet you cannot bring yourself to promise him the same because you know your mother would do everything in her power to push the two of you apart, even to the point of physically hurting Changbin. You would never want that so you'd rather distance yourself and let Changbin forget about you. And maybe, just maybe fate would be a little nicer to you and decide to bring you into his life again. Many years later.

He presses a soft kiss to your head, "You'll always be my best friend, y/n. I don't care how far we are."

It takes everything in your being to not repeat the words.

"Changbin, come on we're getting you to the hospital this instant, okay?" Mrs. Seo is furious next morning, running from room to room, looking through the list of doctors she'd saved just in case of emergency.

When she looks at her son, sitting on the sofa with one of his eye irises turning a glowing red, she is reassured that this is an emergency.

"How did this even happen, mom? I swear I didn't try to do anything funny with my eye." He murmurs, scared, "It feels so itchy, gosh!"

Mrs.Seo looks at him with concern just when the doctor picks the call, "Oh, hello Dr.Lee! Thank god you picked up!"

After his mom walks out of his room, Changbin quickly types you a text,

Binnie: Hey. Did you leave already?

Y/nnie: No not yet. We've stopped at the doctor's.

Changbin's eyes widen in alarm.

Binnie: What why?

You look at your face in the decorative mirror at the doctor's waiting room, one of your irises burning into a bright shade of ruby.

Y/nnie: Mom's running a cold.

You close the messenger app before he even replies, deciding to change your number and deleting all your old contacts as soon as you move into your new house. And as much as it hurt you, this one text turned out to be the last time Changbin and you ever talked.

It has been raining all day, which means you were stuck in your goddamn house with nothing to do but cry about Changbin and your lost friendship and your broken heart.

After you manage to get some food into your body during dinner time, you crawl back to your room and look into the mirror as you comb your hair and moisturize your skin.

(Self care is important, y'all)

Your red iris stares back at you, taunting your mistakes and calling you a coward.

If only you had still tried to keep in touch with him, if only that stupid accident wouldn't have happened in the first place, if only.

Suddenly, a knock on your balcony door makes you jump in your place.

Shit. Is it a burglar?

You grab the closest thing that could be classified as a weapon - which happens to be an umbrella.

The knocking continues.

"Y/n, it's Changbin." He yells, "Can I please talk to you?"

You freeze in your spot.

Why in the world is he here? Does he have anything worse to say? Is he here to invite you to his wedding? But why would he sneak in through the balcony when he can easily ring the main door bell.

"Y/n, are you in there?"

You quickly walk upto the door and slide it open, revealing Changbin, completely drenched in the rain. His wet hair stuck to his face and "Shit. What the- God, come inside!"

He obeys and tiptoes inside your room, a guilty expression plastered on his face.

You guide him directly to the bathroom and offer him a towel.

"What are you even doing here, Bin?" You lean against the door frame, hands crossed over your chest.

He is drying his hair with the towel when he looks up at you as if to answer your question but he stops. His mouth hangs open as his eyes remain glued to your face.

And that's when you realize why he looks so surprised.

"Shit- fuck." You turn around immediately, "my lenses," you mutter to yourself.

But before you can even walk upto your dressing table, Changbin has caught your wrist and spun you around, pulling you closer to his body.

"Your eye." He let's out a shaky breath.

"Yes, I know. Please don't freak out. It's always been like this after -"

"After the accident." He finishes your sentence, "I know."

Your mouth runs dry as his face draws in closer, "What do you mean you know? What do you know?"

He let's go of your wrist and takes a step back, turning around so that his back faces you.

And when he turns to look at you again, you swear you could have passed out there and then.

"Y-you have it too." You whisper, weak in the knees, "You have a red iris too."

Changbin gives you a small smile, "Yes, y/n."

"But why? What does this mean?" You say, "Is it a symptom of some chronic illness?"

"It's a soul mark."

"What's a soul mark?"

"It's a mark that exists on the bodies of soulmates."

You feel a pang in your chest; like someone was squeezing your heart out of your chest.

"Right," You fall back onto the bed, dazed with the sudden piece of information, "And how do you know all this?"

Changbin kneels down in front of you, hands finding yours. He looks more relaxed than he did since the first day you come back to town.

It almost feels like you had been given back your old friend.

"I've been doing my research, y/n. After you left, this is all I've been doing." He says, "This is also the reason why I had gotten engaged. By that time, I had given up on finding a soulmate. So I just settled for whatever I got. I didn't even feel bad when I found out my fiance was not in love with me. For the world, we might look like a happy couple, but truly, it was just a marriage of convenience for our parents' business."

You bite your lips wondering how to respond to these words. He'd laid bare his heart in front of you, something you never thought he'd do ever again.

"What now?" You say, tired.

He intertwines your fingers, "Also, I'm sorry for yesterday. I shouldn't have said all that."

You nod, "It's alright. I know you didn't mean it. And for the record, I and Chan have nothing going on."

"And for the record, I also broke off my engagement."

Your eyes widen as a gasp leaves your lips, "What? Why?"

"Because when I told my parents that I do not love my fiancé, and that I have only ever loved you, they said my happiness was more important than their business."

When you don't reply to his words, he looks worried, "Hey, you don't have to feel burdened to like me back and all okay? Literally, if you want me to leave you alone, I will. I understand-"

You pull him by the nape and place the softest, gentlest, most sincere kiss on his lips.

"I feel the same way, dumbass." You sigh as you pull him into your arms.

He muzzles his face in the crook of your neck, playing with your hair from behind, "So what now?"

"Let's start with a date." You say, "Let's take it slow."

Changbin wraps his arms tighter around you, kissing your cheek, "As you wish, my love. "

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wangxianficrecs · 3 years

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Alright y’all, it’s a weekend so you mustn’t have anything better to do than sit around looking up unknown fics, right?

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0. This is going to be super vague but I'm trying to find a wangxian fic, it was set after he came back in his perspective and was very introspective (I think it was a shorter one-shot?). I just remember that there was a line that was something like "sometimes you became the terrible thing, and no one ever survived that". I can't find the fic but that line has been living rent-free in my head, so if anyone knows which that might be I'd be super grateful! ~ @megsamforever

FOUND! ❤️I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner (M, 28k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

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1. I LOVE THIS BLOG! [🥰] I'm usually pretty good at re-finding fics but there's 2 that I just can't find. 1) At the Wen Indoctrination, NHS & LWJ are put in the same room. WQ comes to look at LWJ's leg, one is so mad they push her against the wall and threaten her. She gives them something to help the leg and leaves. 2) LXC sets the discipline whips on fire and the Juniors help.

1.1 FOUND! @gongagasbestboi says the scene described is in Chapter 9 of Company by WithBroomBefore (T, 30k, wangxian)

1.2 FOUND! by @bookjoyworm and @lemoncakedesign: Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (G, 257k, wangxian, WIP)

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2. ... a fic where lwj gets cursed. i think it was when they were students at cloud recesses and only wwx (and lxc maybe?) thinks there's something wrong with lwj. turns out lwj was cursed by the elders and wwx helps break it. then they go tell lxc and lwj keeps pretending he's under it so the elders don't get suspicious. ao3 or google searches have turned up anything for me, so any help would be much much appreciated. ty for all your hard work!! this is a really great blog!! [Thank you, lovey!] ~ @dearbunji

FOUND! @nyamizuki and @insideupsideoutdown say this one is The Meaning of Silence by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 14k, wangxian)

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3. so today i was searching for this oneshot, it came out this month i believe? it's a wangxian oneshot where lan wangji was at the dentist (hospital?) and he kind of forgot wwx but basically fell in love with him at first sight and called him angel etc. (he thought he died and was in heaven??) and it was quite cute, do you or anyone else know it perhaps?

FOUND! @artemisisdiana says it could be either of these:

Oh, your love is sunlight by feyburner (M, 9k, wangxian, WIP)

You Take Good Care Of Me by Vorvayne (not rated, 2k, wangxian)

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4. I recall having read at least one fic in which Wei Wuxian disrobes in public to demonstrate his innocence of the Hundred-Holes Curse; I bring this up not only as a fic search but because of a glorious cartoon by pakhnokh that could serve to illustrate such a scenario.

FOUND? @mischievouscantaloupe thinks it could be Cradle by Dragonesque (T, 196k, wangxian, WIP)

FOUND! @silvarbelle remembers this happening in Life by scifigeek14 (T, 66k, wangxian, my post)

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5. hi there! i've been driving myself crazy trying to find a wangxian fic but no luck :( hopefully someone else on this life saving blog can help? it's a college au, i think wwx is an RA? and he's basically running himself into the ground with work, and spending all his money giving food to wen qing and wen ning (after helping them escape their uncle?). i know there's a scene where jiang cheng confronts wwx about it. ahhh thank you in advance to anyone who can help!

FOUND! @maddie-oshine says it’s how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat) by Anonymous (T, 55k, wangxian, my post)

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6. hiii i hope you and your followers can help me find a fic it's neighbors wangxian and wwx delivered a bunny vibrator to lan wangji

FOUND! @akinohikari says it’s A Keen Rabbit Lover by ericacea (M, 34k, wangxian)

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7. Hello, I was looking this fic for a while now about Wei Wuxian resurrection but he lost all of his memories so he thinks his 'Mo Xuanyu'

FOUND? Could it be Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 94k, wangxian, WIP)?

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8. Hello, I have been searching for some time a modern AU wangxian fanfic where wei ying is a famous idol and announces his relationship with lan zhan to his fans by publishing a song. Have you by any chance heard of it ?

FOUND! @mythopoeticlicense thinks it could be Rest by sassybluee (T, 115k, wangxian)

@artemisisdiana suggests it could also be the locked story Off Key.

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9. Hey! There’s an AO3 fic I remember where LWJ takes WWX back to Gusu disguises as a woman from the Jiang and they get married. WWX takes Granny and LSZ with him pretending it’s his mom and orphaned nephew. I can’t find it and I was wondering if you knew it?

FOUND! @supernova2395 says it’s Wei Wuxian, Who's That? by bumbledees (T, 49k, wangxian)

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10. I’ve been trying to remember a fic but only recall one scene. Someone who wants to fight LWJ abducts LSZ & LJY and then WWX fights him instead, and when the juniors ask about his fighting style, which is unfamiliar, LWJ tells them that it’s Yunmeng Jiang. WWX had recovered his core enough to fight with a sword again. It MIGHT be one of those suitors-fight-for/with-LWJ tropes but I’m not 100% sure of that. Does anyone recognize this fic? THX! 🥰 ~ @justgot1 [Dammit, I KNOW I’ve read this one...]

FOUND! by @mega-mathi who says it’s Of Swords And Scabbards by Etharei (E, 7k, wangxian, my post)

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11. Hello!! I was wondering if you or your followers could help me find a fic. I know I read it but I can’t seem to find it again 😢. It’s where Wei Wuxian rides the train and he wears a uniform for something like a play (I can’t remember exactly), and Lan Wangji feels him up. I think that he freaks out a little at first, but he enjoys it in the end. It happens a couple of times but the he starts using a different train or something. Sorry it’s a bit vague. Thank you.

FOUND! Nonny found it: Oh No!! What'll I Do? Getting My Perky Ass Groped On Train By Big Dick Stranger Underneath My Schoolgirl Skirt!! by sweetlolixo (E, 12k, wangxian)

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12. Hello! Thank you for doing the lord's work, and I hope you had a good break! [Thank you, sweetie, I did!] I was looking for a wangxian fic where wwx spent the years in between death and forced resurrection as one of the many bunnies in cloud recesses? Bunny!wwx was very attached to lwj and followed him around everywhere, that's all I know, I can't really remember the ending. Thank you so much!!

FOUND! I just read this last night!!! You want ❤️Dignity and Animality by Anielka (G, 32k, wangxian, my bookmark)

FOUND! another option suggested by @cadencekismet is three entries to the den by Piyo13 (G, 6k, wangxian)

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13. Hi! First off, I just wanted to say how awesome it is that you're doing this, I've found a lot of good fics from your recs :) [That’s wonderful, thank you!]

second, i read this fic a while ago where the first place you touch/are touched by someone who loves you leaves a color mark and the deeper the color= deeper the love and wxx thought that noone loved him bc noone over left colors on him, but it was actually bc he was cursed (by madam yu) and lwj helped him figure it out. And I cannot, for the life of me, remember the title, summary, or any actually helpful tags and so, anyway, if you had any idea which fic it was, I'd appreciate it greatly 😅 I hope you're having a really great day ~ @bookjoyworm

FOUND! @lemoncakedesign @insideupsideoutdown and @mythopoeticlicense say it’s leading tone by silencemostofall

#wangxian fic finder #wangxian #mdzs fic finder #wangxian fic rec

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percywinchester27 · 3 years

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La Petite Mort

Word count: 2.1K

Pairing: Dean X Reader AU

Warnings: None, just fluff, humour and implied sex ;)

Series Summary: The reader has just shifted to a new flat and boy, someone on the floor has a really banging sex life! The passionate moans have been keeping her up for several nights in row and enough is enough! Reader has her suspicions, but is it really the green-eyed hottie from room no. 307?

A/N: It’s a neighbours!AU. I’m finally writing one. So excited to share it with you guys. Hope y’all like it! <3

Beta: The best babe, @deanssweetheart23

Everything was fine till the banging started. Pun very much intended.

The shift had been smooth, the job was going great and life was finally on track. You had slid under the covers with the most satisfied smile in years only to be woken up to a lady very, very, very happy with her life.

Oh yeah… oh yeah… ahhh right there… oh fuck yeah…

You sat up right in your bed, eyes wide, face hot.

Third night in a row. Third fucking night. Literally.

What in the good heavens? The landlady might have mentioned this while renting out the flat!

Shoving the pillow over your ears, you fell back onto the mattress, closing your eyes shut very tightly. Eventually sleep overtook you and you lapsed into lousy dreams of trying to catch the taxi which kept evading you. Not a metaphor for your sex life at all. Nope.

The disturbed sleep didn’t help your mood the following day. Everyone at the office thought of you as a happy-go lucky person. Lately, they were seeing this whole new dark side of you. Sleep was essential to your functioning.

In the evening, on your way back, you stopped by the coffee shop downstairs to pick up a brownie. It was a little place; busy yet quaint. The barista, Charlie, made two hearts in your coffee instead of one. That put the biggest smile on your face.

At least, the day was ending on a high note.

Your newly rented flat was on the third floor of a very complicated building. One staircase did not directly lead into another. An entire hallway had to be crossed to get to it. The design probably broke a hundred different by laws and someone was definitely paid off in the city civil office to get a construction permit. You did not want to imagine how the people would fare in case of a fire emergency. Learning the escape plan was like memorising the map of a treasure hunt. You escape, you win. You lose… whoops! Better luck in next life. But the rent was cheap and you were already living all the clichés of a struggling writer- one incomplete book, a job at a publishing house and addiction to coffee. So, yes, you would brave fire when it came to being able to afford a living.

Struggling with the brownie package and the coffee in your hand you jammed the key into the door. It didn’t go in.

What the hell?

You tried again, and once more the key got jammed. On a closer look, you realised that the lock didn’t resemble yours at all. Stepping back, you peered at the door. 307. Not 306- which was yours.

The floor design was insane and instead of the flats being lined up next to each other, they were all fronting one another in a haphazard fashion. Shaking your head, you took a step back and jammed the key into the lock of your own flat.

Jesus! You’re losing it, Y/N.

Shirking off the mild irritation, you cooked yourself a hot cup of instant noodles, put on your favourite TV show and slinked into your couch. Tonight’s episode was going to reveal who the murderer was and you had been dying for the suspense to finally end.

Just when the protagonist was about to point a gun at the killer in the shadows…

Oh my God... you’re incredible… aahhhh… ahhhh… ahhh…

You completely abandoned the TV and jumped up from the sofa. The fire hazard might still be worth it, but the thin walls so weren’t.

On tiptoes, you made your way to the east side wall, putting your ear against it. The noise wasn’t coming from upstairs. That was the only sure thing. But it was impossible to pinpoint the direction. The moans were reverberating through the walls. So loudly that there was no escaping it. Not in the bedroom, the kitchen or the living room sofa.

Of all of them, the east wall seemed like the culprit.

Right there… yeah…

307. Whoever it was in that room needed to calm the FUCK down. You grabbed your blanket and dragged it to the end of the living room, fuming. What ticked you off was how much this was ticking you off.

It’s sleep you told yourself. The lack of sleep was the only thing making you mad. The sex noises couldn’t be it. Because there were other noises- a dog barked somewhere occasionally, one of the rooms had a very loud stereo and someone was too much into baking- the beater was ceaseless. No, it had to be the timing and your wrecked sleep schedule.

Just like the nights before, you covered your ears and started reciting the story of the manuscript you had been reading at work. Eventually, sleep overtook you again.

The next morning you woke up in a crappier mood. If that was even possible.

Breathing down on anything and everything, you locked the door on your way out for work. Turning into the corridor, you ran into a wall of solid flesh.

In your groggy, sleep deprived state, the first thing you noticed was the way he smelled- leather and whiskey and something headier than that. It was divine. Next, you looked up into those eyes- stunning green, like sparkling water running over jade.

“Easy there, sweetheart!” The guy smirked.

You straightened yourself and took a step back. In front of you stood the most handsome guy you had ever seen. He was tall, with dirty blond hair, almost brown, and those stunning eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you muttered, trying to collect your scattered thoughts. You had one of those dumb faces that gave away every damn thought crossing through your brain, so obviously you tried your best not to meet his gaze. Which was a shame really. That face demanded to be ogled at. Let alone the body that followed.

“No, no… I didn’t mind at all.”

You saw him reach out to the door of 307.

“You’re the one who lives there?” You asked through gritted teeth.

He raised an eyebrow. “Sure. You want a tour?”

Uhgg the best looking guy and he has to be such a douche!

Slipping past him, you stomped off towards the stairs. This too-good-looking-for-the-world asshat had been ruining your nights and in turn your life.

You knew it was wrong to be mad at him without, at least, talking about the issue first. A polite conversation explaining your situation wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world now, would it? But how does one start a conversation pertaining to that? After all, he wasn’t exactly the one making the noise. What would you say?

So, hey would you mind pleasuring your girlfriend a little less?

Or better. Ever heard of a ball gag?

Mere thought of it made you shudder.

The work day was spent trying to shove your neighbour's stupidly handsome face out of your mind. It didn’t help that your mother kept calling, repeatedly. You knew what she had to say. How you should have taken that bigger job at Royal’s publishing. How the writing career might never take off. How you really should get a boyfriend now, or you’ll be the only unmarried cousin in the family.

Usually you could entertain your mother with well-timed hmms and ahhs. Today wasn’t that day.

Bone-tired and absentminded, you jammed the key in the keyhole in the evening, only for it to get stuck again. You looked up at the door. 307.

Well, shit!

Putting both your hands into it, you yanked the key with all your might, just as the door opened. There he stood, with his crooked smirk, dimples digging in, wearing nothing but a thin cotton t-shirt and sweatpants that hung all too low on those hips.

“You don’t need to break into my house. I already offered a tour.” Of course, god gave him an irresistible voice. Cause at this point, why not?

“Sorry,” you muttered, looking anywhere but at him. “I keep getting the wrong door. This one’s mine.”

“Oh, so you’re the one in 306!” You could feel his smirk more than see it. “Looks like you’re having a good ol’ time in there.”

“Excuse me?”

The guy raised scratched the back of his neck, face apologetic. “You might… ya know… just keep the voice down in there?”

The audacity of this guy!

“Rich of you to ask anyone to keep it down!” You hissed. “Why don’t you tell your girlfriend to keep it low?”

With that, you shut your door in his surprised face. The worst part was, after bumping into him in the morning, your mind was producing distinct images of him in the bed, doing things to a woman. You had tried your best not to let them make a home in your head. But like a stickly tenant, they refused to evacuate. No wonder it was hard to look him in those brilliant, brilliant green eyes. The guy was hot! There was no denying that. You weren’t even willing to accept to yourself just how much time you had put into imagining him naked.

If anything, the denial mixed with your pre-existing irritation and sleep deprivation had you ready tonight.

So the moment the enamoured voice started begging, you hopped out of your chair. You had every intention of yelling yourself hoarse at the delectable resident next door, but the moment you stepped into the corridor, you came face to face with the very man.

He was- thankfully, completely clothed- looking a bit harassed, himself.

aahhhh… ahhhh… ahhh… right there...

Your head whipped up to the suspected direction of the voice, and back at him. “Wait, you aren’t… it’s not...?”

His face mirrored your expression of surprise and then he burst out laughing. “Looks like we’ve both been played.”

“Not intentionally,” you said, peering at the adjacent doors, mostly to not look at him. “Where do you think it’s coming from?”

He shot a glance at the door opposite to his. “If it’s not you, my best guess is that guy over there. I mean, if you ask me, Nick over there doesn’t look the type to make a woman that happy… but what do I know?”

“You shouldn’t make assumptions about people,” you said, taking a tentative step towards the said door.

Mr. hot guy smartpants laughed. “Oh, trust me. He’s the douchiest douche you’ll ever meet. Guy like that? Definitely selfish in bed.”

You frowned at him.

“He asks women in the street to smile more,” hot guy explained.

“Uhhgg… yeah you’re right. It’s definitely not him.”

Hot guy pointed his fingers at the rest of the doors. “That one’s rented by three guys. I don’t think it’s them. Mrs. Hendrickson over there works night shifts. I have no clue who lives in there,” he pointed to the last door, directly in front of you.

Goodness you’re amazing...

“Yes, lady, we already know!” He called out.

You couldn’t help the giggle that burst through your lips.

His eyes softened. “Dean Winchester,” he said, offering his hand.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N,” you said, taking his. He had a firm grip. A very funny sensation gripped your stomach. Like a flutter. Nervousness?

“It’s great to meet you, Y/N.” He smirked. “I sure wish the circumstances were better.”

You bit your lip. “Listen, I’m sorry for the comment about your girlfriend. I was just mad about, you know... “

“Don’t worry about it. My non-existent girlfriend is very cool. She took no offense.”

You snorted.

“I was dead serious about the house tour,” He winked. “I can promise great coffee.”

“Sure, sometime soon.”

He shot a look at the door with the unknown occupants again. “I hate to leave this here, but I think we should get whatever kind of shuteye we can while they’re quiet over there, huh?”

“Oh, yeah!” You hurried back to your flat. “Night, Dean.”

He gave you his crooked grin again, just a hint of mischief. “Night, Y/N.”

You knew it wasn’t him now, and he was right about making the most of the quiet and fucking off to sleep, and yet, each time you closed your eyes, your mind decided to replay your imaginations for you. With a start, you sat up in your bed, a thought occurring to you like a hit on the head- If you had been thinking about him that way? Had he been imagining you as well?

Blood rushed to your face at the very idea. Though a tiny part of you begged for the answer- would it be such a bad thing if he had?

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A/N 2: So? So? SO??? What do you think?

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Hey Steph!!

So I was just wondering what your absolute favourite fic is, because you have friggin AWESOME taste and I would love to read it!

Have an absolutely amazing day!! xx

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: Hi Steph! I hve the ultimate request. Can you recommend your favourite fic of All Time?

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OOOF you guys must’ve read each other’s minds, LOL. Ahhh, Octopus, this is very high praise, so thank you. I’m pleased that my fave reads are also becoming y’all’s faves!

AHHHH this is such a tough one, because I love so many fics. So to start off, here’s some lists you might enjoy:

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

25 Fave Johnlock One Shots (April 2018)

Top 10 Fave Fics (September 2018)

Top 20 Bookmarks of 2018 (March 2019)

Another Top 10 Fave Fics (June 2019)

Top 30 Read-Again Fics (March 2019)

Top 30 Read-Again Fics Pt. 2 (Sept. 2019)

Top 25 Fave Non-Ao3 Fics (Nov. 2019)

Top 25 Bookmarks of 2019 (Dec. 29/2019)

I’ve read many fics over the years, but even after all this time, I absolutely still have to say that this one is still currently my fave fic ever:

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w., 7 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

I’ve gone back to this fic so often I can pretty much read it on the back of my eyelids. I love the characterizations, and I love how each chapter starts as a flashback to John’s life. It’s so good. It’s fake relationship from Sherlock’s POV, which are rare already, and just the progression of their relationship feels so natural.

Plus, Sherlock has a John in his mind palace that he dresses up like a paper doll. I LOVE IT.

So yeah, please check out that fic. It’s one of my fave of all time. It’s silly and cute and JUST the right length, and I often go back to it if I’ve read a string of fics I just couldn’t get into. <3

I’d love to do a comic version of it, but my time management skills are garbage so I doubt it would ever happen, plus I don’t want to take away from the author so yeah. *shrugs*

Actually, another REALLY close contender, one that I’ve also read a tonne, is this one:

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w., 1 Ch. || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock's perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

It was actually my fave BEFORE I read Promise, so yeah, two great fics if you’re looking for a couple shorter fics to read in a pinch.

Actually, let’s do the history, LOL. Here’s a couple of my fave long fics:

Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E, 151,907 w., 19 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Gay Bar / For a Case, Drugs, Pining, Case Fic, UST) – When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate's charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim?

This one was my fave BEFORE Iris, but I also go back to it quite often if I want something longer to wrap comfortably around me. Also this one:

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w., 23 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Genie/Djinn AU || Magical Realism, Kidnapping, Genie Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Case Fic, H/C, Angst, Clubs, John Whump, Mild DubCon, Hand / Blow Jobs, Torture) – Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more.

The fave fic BEFORE MBS LOL.

AND finally, my VERY FIRST fave Sherlock fic:

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Casefic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

When I first got into fandom, I read this one IN BETWEEN EVERY FIC I READ. I love it so much. I actually first read it on FFNet. THAT’S how old this one is. I only recently was shown it’s on Ao3 and I was SO happy I was able to have an eBook version of it now! <3

So yeah, check out those fics, LOL. I’ve SO many new faves, honest to goodness, and new fave authors to add to my list, AND I’m CERTAIN that I’ve still to read more of my fics that will be my faves in my 90 pages of MFLs on Ao3 LOL. But yeah, these fics are like coming home to a hot cocoa and warm blankie on a cold night. Not just because of my love for them, but there’s something about a fic that you’ve already ready countless times, and not having to invest too much energy into getting into that world again, but instead just REALLY taking in your favourite parts of those fics and just smiling and feeling all squidgy all over again at your fave parts. <3

That all said, please, authors, never stop writing. I love reading your worlds <3

What’s your fave fics, Lovelies?

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #fave fics #mindless-octopus

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emsvegetables · 4 years

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“HELLO I LOVE HOGWARTS AUS SO MUCH TOO 😩😩😩😩 you have such great taste LOL could I maybe request hcs of Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa with a s/o that got hit by a bludger or fall off their broom? Thank you sm!!!!!!!!”

anon whoever you are, i LOVE U. this shit got my heart going WOOSH. and also, you didn’t specify what you wanted so i’ll just write the reader as a gryffindor if you don’t mind!!!

Kuroo:

* okay, this man is OBVIOUSLY ON THE SLYTHERIN TEAM.

* he’s the captain...and he’s also the chaser!!!!!!!

* so anyways

* you’re dating him, right????

* so he’s ALWAYS smirking at you when you’re sitting up in the stands during his practices doing homework.

* after practice ends, he makes sure to fly up to you and plop down beside you, and help you with anything that you don’t understand!!!!

* he’s a WHIZ at potions, so he’ll always help you with your essays.

* and if you guys have time??? he’s taking you on a little ride on his broom!

* OH MY GOD THAT SOUNDS A LITTLE DIRTY BUT IGNORE ME

* AHHH but he likes it when he suddenly jerks the broom down and you wrap your arms tighter around his waist.

* he’s a sly mf who does that on purpose ):(

* so one day slytherin’s having a practice match with gryffindor, thanks to Bokuto and Kuroo’s bromance!!!!

* and you’re sitting up in the stands not knowing who to cheer for LMAOOOO, your house or your boyfriend????

* you’re just minding your own DAMN business, cheering for both teams whenever one of them scores a point when one of the beaters accidentally hits a bludger straight at you.

* and you’re looking at how good Kuroo looks in his uniform when you hear someone shout at you.

* “DUCK!”

* “where?” you say, because you’re still staring at your man, AND BOOM IT COLLIDES WITH YOUR FACE FIFKFJFKF

* oh my god Kuroo instantly stops the game and flies to you immediately, and he’s looking at your bleeding nose.

* oh no Kuroo’s angry ):(.

* he stops your bleeding nose with a healing spell, and he carries you up on his arms to bring you to the madam Pomfrey, but not before telling the beater (who’s in his team AHAHAH POOR THING) to run 30 rounds around the field, and he’d better be done when Kuroo gets back.

* HES SO WORRIED and he won’t leave you even when madam Pomfrey insists he does, and only when she threatens to kick him out of the hospital wing does he step away from you to let madam Pomfrey examine him.

* madam Pomfrey secretly whispers to you that your boyfriend is really sweet, and you smile back at her with dried blood on your face and say you agree.

Iwaizumi:

* aw this man’s a gryffindor!!!!!!

* he’s obviously on the team and he’s a chaser!!!

* and you’re on the gryffindor team as nwell!!!!

* let’s just say you’re a seeker, k!!!!

* n e way you’re the power couple of the gryffindor team!!!!

* Bokuto always says that Iwaizumi is so soft for you, and Iwaizumi constantly tells him to keep quiet or he’ll hit him with a quaffle AHAHA

* y’all occasionally fly around after practice, talking and chatting about the weeks events.

* he’s always genuinely interested in what you do, and he looks at you like you’re the world, and you look at him like he’s yours too 🥺🥺

* he’s AMAZING at charms for some strange reason, and he’ll always cast little spells that’ll cause warmth to envelop you everytime the night gets a little cold!!!!

* moving on!

* okay the incident probably happens because of some stupid ass slytherins.

* you’re a muggle-born, and they look down on you for that, even though Iwaizumi literally doesn’t know why, bc you’re still amazing and no different from him?

* you’re probably flying with him and suddenly a spell hits your broom and you fly off it.

* Iwaizumi’s RUSHING after you and trying to reach you, and he catches you before you hit the ground.

* and let me tell you, he’s fucking PISSED.

* he’s hexing those idiots, and when the hex wears off, he’s punching them in their faces.

* eventually professor Mcgonagall is called, but he refuses to apologise when the professor asks him to do it.

* “why should i especially when i didn’t do anything wrong and when they’re bloody arses that think their blood is superior?”

* okay Mcgonagall is so proud of him that she lets him off without detention!!!!!!!!! eidififidiekeke

* he makes sure you’re okay after the professor sends the slytherins away, and he presses a kiss on your lips when you say you’re fine.

* :”(

* he finds a charm that’ll make your broom unhexable with the help of Akaashi, and he casts it on your broom every single time before you ride it, bc he needs to make sure something like that doesn’t happen again!!!!!!!

Matsukawa:

* HES A SLYTHERIN HAVE U SEEN HIM

* okay N E WAYSSSS

* Kuroo always says that you and Matsukawa are the most rainbow-vomiting couple everytime he sees you come up to Mattsun at the slytherin table and press a kiss to his cheek.

* Mattsun tells him to shut up, and he’ll occasionally hex Kuroo to have his tongue-binded, which Kuroo always removes easily bc he’s a whiz at non-verbal spells ):(

* but he loves it when you come to cheer him on during his practices/games!!!!!

* he finds you so cute and he occasionally gives you his robes to wear before practice in case it gets too chilly.

* WIEJFKFKIFKF

* and btw you suck at flying, so you’re not on any team.

* one day Mattsun’s smiling at you and you’re smiling at him during practice, and all of a sudden you hear Kuroo go,” (Y/N)! WATCH OUT!”

* you’re like?????

* and a bludger whacks you straight on your head and you fall backwards.

* oh shit.

* yo Mattsun is SPEEDING to you, practice be damned, and he’s making sure you’re okay.

* but you got a bruise forming on your forehead, so DAS NOT GOOD.

* oh man the second-year beater who’s just joined the team looks so nervous as Mattsun turns back to shoot a glare at him, and Mattsun tells him that if he wants to actually play in the team, he has to ACTUALLY be able to play.

* at this point you stop rubbing your head and scold Mattsun for his harsh words!!!!

* “Matsukawa. apologise,” you say, with that tone of yours and he sighs and says sorry to that second-year.

* but he rushes you to the library and insists that madam Pomfrey checks you for brain damage!!!!!!!!

* madam Pomfrey is so done with him and she tells him to shut his mouth before she performs the necessary spells on you.

* the next day the second-year comes up to apologise to you and you smile at him and says it’s fine!!!!

* Matsukawa is watching the entire exchange and his eyes are glaring at that second-year LMAOOOOOO

* “hey, glare any more and you might kill him,” Kuroo teases while drinking orange juice.

* “good, i want that to happen.”

* WORKFIFICICKFJEKWKW

HI ANON!!! I LOVE U!!! hope you liked this <3 ahhh i accidentally deleted this i’m sorry!!!!!

#kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu hc #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu headcanon #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #matsukawa issei x reader

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seijorhi · 3 years

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fair warning, a lot of this is about shitty discourse :/

ignore the antis, they are either actually children or just really dumb with a severely warped sense of reality. You and your writings are a gift to this world (also I hope you’re recovering well and getting lots of rest post surgery)!!!

i don’t even care that they don’t like it or think that i’m gross for writing it or whatever, just let me do it in fucking peace you know? i tag my stuff responsibly, it’s not under the main tags, you can’t find it unless you go looking for it. because i’m not gonna change their minds and they sure as fuck aren’t gonna change mine but it’s just frustrating to see hate again and again in my inbox.

also thank you, you’re a gem 💕

People must be bored that they started attacking you guys again. Anyways, I love you, Rhi and do I see an alternate AU for Inarizaki manager fic????? 👀👀👀👀👀👀

... honestly i’m low key tempted with the atsumu/kita/manager idea but i have so much other writing to do first so idk

i love your content so much holy shit don’t let anyone/anything makes u feel bad you’re 💯 - @arixtsukki

thank you, bby! 💕💕💕

Rhi I just want to tell you I'm so sorry for your shitty week I hope you get better soon and antis just need to go away nobody cares about their stupid opinions. -_-

- @pokemonfreak666

bby, you have my heart, thank you sm 🥺

onLY LOVE FOR RHI 🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘

I LOVE U BBY COME GET UR KISSES!!!

Its been an awful week for you but know we see your struggle and love and support you hundreds or thousands of miles away love you UwU

ahhh thank you so much, sweetheart!!!

Honestly i'm so fucking tired of people saying the same damn thing about haikyuu and bnha. THEY. ARE. NOT. REAL. Even their laws and physics doesn't apply to us (and vice versa) because??? THEYRE NOT REAL. NONE OF IT. If u're one of those people that says "fiction can affect reality", u're the one that needs to go and touch some fucking grass. (sorry for the rant rhi)

it’s the same shit that resurfaces every few weeks and i’m tired of seeing it, tired of explaining the same stuff to people who don’t care and won’t listen and frankly just want me to feel bad for the content i produce and consume and i am over it :)

YOU'RE AN AMAZING WRITER AND ALL THOSE NEGATIVE PEOPLE CAN GET THEIR STOOPID ASSES OUT OF HERE. IF U DONT LIKE WHAT SOMEONE WRITES THEN JUST.. BLOCK THEM, ITS THAT SIMPLE. KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING BABES, YOU'RE AMAZING. - @aslutforsuna

honestly i cannot believe that 2020 is almost over and these dumbasses still don’t know how to use a block button smh

Rhi, could I ask for another pov for the soulmate twins au? 👉👈 I just really loved the last one

like you want me to write the fic from the pov of one of the twins?

I’m ok with Atsumu living in ur mind cuz he lives in my mind too and when u post u just fuel my love for him so keep going( but only if u wish to) also why would people read stuff they don’t like than bash people. It’s basically saying an opinion is right and everyone against it is wrong

haha, i don’t think i’ll ever be over atsumu so i’m glad y’all are here for it. and thanks bby, like i said it’s a shitty thing and i’m very tired of seeing it directed at me and my dc moots :/

"wRiTing dArk fIcs wilL nOt help yOu coPe w/ yOur trAuma but hey I'm gonnA buLLy yOU and thReAten you and aDD another trAuma"

-every single fucking hater ever

also let’s not forget that pestering people about their trauma and invalidating how they choose to cope with an deal with that is super fucking hurtful but n e ways 👀

I just now read invidia and I was kind of happy you used that title, bcs envy literally translates as invidia (as I'm in a latin country).

it was my sleep deprived attempt to be *fancy* but i’m glad it made you happy hahah

i re-read breaking point and meet the parents version of it and rhi... especially tension on the meet the parents part is 10/10. i love it. thanks for writing!

ahh thank you, bby! glad you liked them <3

Why isn't your bd every month?? 😩

a question i ask myself every day, anon

#ask #BD answers #tw discourse

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twilightofthe · 4 years

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Chapter Nine liveblog of The Mandalorian Season 2! Let’s go!!!

Recap time!

Oh shit the ARMORER I MISSED HER even if it’s just her voiceover lol

Y’all I am fucking PUMPED

Oh shit yeah Fennec Shand’s not dead I wonder if she’ll show up again too

GOD I MISSED THE SOUNDTRAAAAAACK

OOOP OOP OOP OOP OOP HERE WE GO HERE WE GO HERE WE GOOOOOOO

THAT’S MY FUCKING SON AND HUSBAND

THERE THEY ARE

LOOK AT THEM

THEY’RE JUST WALKING AND I’M IN LOVE AGAIN

BABYBABYBABYBABYYYYYYYYYY

HIS WIDDLE FUCKING FACE

OH NO HE’S WHIMPERING

OH BABY YODA GOD HOW I MISSED YOU

YES MR TWI’LEK LET THE CUTE BABY IN

YES LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS

*cinemasins voice* Space wrestling!

Oh yeah it’s those green pig species guys from ROTJ whose names I never remember, Gamoreans?

Wherever I go he goes KILL MEEEEEEEE

Lol bruh looking for other Mandos won’t teach you how to find Jedi, it teaches you to pick fights with ‘em

HAHAHA THE BABY IS CASUALLY LEARNING MORE VIOLENCE YES I LOVE IT

Heyyy it was Gamorrean!

I feel like I know Cyclops’s voice for some reason

Lol look at Din he has sense

Ohhhh boy fight time

Time to see my husband kick ass

Oh shit shit shiiiiit is there like, a valuable underground trade for beskar and Mandalorians??? SHIIIIIIIIIT

LOL YEP GO HIDE WHILE DADDY WORKS BABY

EPIC GUITAR WAILING NOISES YESSS

ARMOR HUSBAND KICKING ABSOLUTE ASS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

THAT WAS A FUCKING SASSY HEADBUTT LOOOOOOOOK

HE’S SO AWESOME I’M ;_;

HELL YEAH GET THAT TRAFFICKER BABY

AND CUE THE AWESOME ASS RECORDER THEME

I LOVE ME A MAN WHO NEGOTIATES

Whaaaaaat a Mando on Tatooine? Good thing my Mando on Tatooine fic is an AU!

Mos Pelgo, huh? New city!

Pfff it’s been literally less than ten minutes and I’ve already typed THIS much

OHHH SHIIIIIIT HE’S LETTING THE TRAFFICKER GET EATEN ALIVE DAMN SON

BADASS RECORDER NOISES INTENISFY

Oho, “The Marshal”, huh?

WAIT MARSHAL AS IN LIKE “MARSHAL COMMANDER”

ARE WE GETTING FUCKING CLONES?

OH GOD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

And there’s Peli!!!!!

Holy shit my fic did pretty well predicting that xD

Lol I love her

She is Me

BABYYYYYYYYY

wrinkled critter

Din she doesn’t know what a Mandalorian Armorer means

I LOVE PELI

HOLY SHIT WE’RE GETTING A MAP OF TATOOINE

SHIT I CAN USE THIS

BABY STILL LIKES CAR RIDES

Omg he’s actually sitting with the Tuskens!

TREAT THE TUSKENS LIKE PEOPLE AND NOT UGLY STEREOTYPES 2KFOREVERRRRRRRRRRR

Dang the way he walks tho

(sorry I had to *coughs*)

“Someone who looks like me” pfff Din

Wait hang on a second this “Marshal” isn’t fucking Boba Fett is he he better not

But shit this is on Tatooine it makes sense--

I’M BAD AT MANDO ARMOR IS THAT BOBA IDK I CAN’T TELL IN THE BACKLIGHTING

Ah a blissful stranger. Not a clone tho, dammit, that would have been nice

He sounds young too, I recognize his voice

WAIT A FUCK THAT IS ABSOLUTELY BOBA FETT’S HELMET I MIGHT BE BAD AT MANDO STUFF BUT I’M FUCKING POSITIVE

oh damn and he just took it off in front of Din The Orthodox Mando WHOOP

Shit I know that guy’s actor who is he

OH NO OH NOPE HE’S NOT EVEN A REAL MANDALORIAN HE’S JUST AN ARMOR THIEF WHO STOLE BOBA’S ARMOR THIS BOI IS GONNA DIE AHAHAHAHA

Ahhh we’re going cowboy movies again

Wait so Boba wears real beskar now? I thought his wasn’t

Lol yep here we go Din’s goin’ after him now

“He’s seen worse” Din NO, THAT IS HOW YOUR CHILD LEARNS TO STRANGLE PEOPLE FOR ARM WRESTLING

Tatooine’s got earthquakes?

2012 is that you? Lion King antelope stampede hello

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT IS THAT A KRAYT DRAGON

I’VE WANTED ONE OF THOSE FOREVER

IT’S AN ALASKAN BULL WORM

No really damn what is that thing lol

Could be a Krayt dragon? But idk their designs

DIN YOU JUST ABANDONED YOUR CHILD IN A POT MY DUDE WHY

AHAHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSSS A KRAYT FUCKING DRAGON HELL YEAH HELL YEAH FINALLY AFTER FORTY FUCKING YEARS.

Ngl I was hoping it would look a little more stereotypically “dragon-ish” cuz I’ve been entertaining this ridiculous fantasy of Obi Wan befriending one in the Kenobi show and learning how to make the noise

But giant angry sand worm friend is also good!

Din bro careful last time you agreed to hunt something on Tatooine with someone new that dude betrayed you

Ohhhh flashback!

Oh for fuck’s sake why are we adding MORE slavery

Y’all know you can also have literally anything fucking else on Tatooine besides slavery

Gah sorry y’all

Lol Jawas again

And more Wilrow Hood ice cream machines!

Ok but so did the Jawas literally fish this off of Boba’s body, did the Sarlaac shit it out and they found it, or did Boba actually sell it to them?

Oh damn and these ppl probs knew who Boba was too

Oooh dinosaur-hyena thingies

DIN SPEAKS TUSKEN

I LOVE HIM

MARRY ME

Ok but now I REALLY wanna know how Din learned the Tusken traditions

GOOD BOY ALERT! GOOD BOY! IT’S A GOOD BOY! DINOSAUR-HYENA IS A VERY GOOD BOY

TUSKEN CULTURE OH MY GOD I’M LOVING THIS

This is not a time to be a picky eater bruh

Ok there Anakin let’s settle down a bit

DIPLOMACY BY FLAMETHROWER DIN I LOVE YOU

Ok so if you eat a sarlaac does that also technically count as eating two meals since you’re also eating whatever it’s been digesting in its stomach for a thousand years?

Yep Alaskan Bull Worm

OH NO IT SCARED THE BABY :O

Din training a village to fight this thing is a wee bit harder than training them to fight an AT-STsaurus Rex

WHY DON’T WE JUST TAKE THE TOWN AND PUSH IT SOMEWHERE ELSE?

This really is just the stereotypical Western episode but kinder to the natives

Damn

“Are you trying to blow us up?” ooooof they WENT THERE

More teamwork!

“Belly is the weak spot” hey so like Smaug!

Wait a fucking second I wasn’t paying attention did they bring Baby Yoda to where he could possibly get eaten by a dragon again

Oh yeah “dank ferrik” is another SW curse

Wait why are they just standing there and letting the Tuskens get eaten

Gahhh everyone’s being so brave I’m proud of them!!!!! :_:

OH EW FUCKING GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS

Gah I HATE vomit scenes especially unexpected ones

Sorry that’s like, a super major squick for me

And dammit they didn’t even kill the worm

Oh and now it’s up there and VOMITING AGAIN I HATE THAT

Oh shite that’s acid

Oh please be careful baby

Ok wait wait wait how did the Jawas even salvage Boba’s jetpack enough to make it fly the whole reason Boba got eaten was because the pack broke

Oh and now I’m seeing a bit of Jaws in this too

Bro noooo are you gonna blow up that bantha?

DIN NO YOU RECKLESS-ASS BITCH

B o i

Actually let himself get eaten

Din where are your braincells

Aw Baby nooooooo

Uh oh I sense more vomit

Or not!

Ok bro that was p badass

Ok yeah Marshal is p hot

There I said it

ASLDKJFSDLKFKL OF COURSE BABY YODA EATS THE RAW DRAGON MEAT

That guy is hoooooooot

“You tell your people I wasn’t the one who broke that” lol yep Han better look out

Huh? We getting excited over MORE eggs?

Oh goddammit and there is Boba Fett because of course

Knew it was too good to be true

Lol sorry y’all just wasn’t particularly excited to see him

Guess that means he willingly gave up his armor, huh?

BUT ANYWAY THIS WAS A BRILLIANT EPISODE

AND I LOVED IT

AND THE TUSKENS GOT THE RESPECT THEY DESERVED

Ok but it also seems at least Marshal and the rest of the townsfolk had the same backwards view towards the Tuskens as Anakin did, now I REALLY want to see RESPECTFUL discussion on colonialism on Tatooine, I gotta know more about this

Still super excited for the next ep!

Aaaaaaaaa!

#liveblogging the mando show #sw the mando show #mando man of mystery #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian season 2 spoilers #star wars #sw

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moth-based-cryptology · 3 years

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Hey, first of all I just want to say that I’m a hardcore Ralbert shipper so I really appreciate all your Ralbert posts. Secondly, I was looking through the Ralbert tag (surprise, surprise) and I saw an ask someone had sent you about a Ralbert enemies-to-lovers royalty au and oh my god, I’m obsessed. Please if you get a chance at some stage could you write some headcanons for it because since I saw that post I can’t get it out of my head. (I’ve never sent ask requests before and this feels an awful lot like I’m peer pressuring you lol so on a slightly less aggressive note, I hope you have a lovely day!)

ahhh thank you so much !!! i always love seeing other hardcore ralbert shippers hanging around :)

i’m actually hoping to get headcanons for that done this weekend, but schools been a pain in my ass so it might be a bit later than that. it’s honestly been stuck in my brain since i saw jac write one for javid and i’m desperate to actually get to work on it. also i’m a sucker for the image of albert with a sword and race with a crown (or vice versa, or both with both, honestly)

never feel like you’re pressuring me !! i actually need outside forces as a motivation to get shit done most of the time (thank you jess and jorja, y’all save my life daily when it comes to writing) so i always love a good “please do the thing” request

so yeah ✨ if i can manage to get my brain to cooperate and i don’t get buried in assignments it’ll be out very soon. have a wonderful day, my dear <3 :))))

#newsies #livesies #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #never not read the tags #ralbert #yes more ralbert #ralbert royalty!au #it’s coming #i promise #i also need ideas for titles #i’ll think of something #it’ll probably be song lyrics or something #oh shit i should song fic this after headcanons #PUT IT ON THE LIST BOYS

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timep3tals · 4 years

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UR WRITING IS SO GOOD AHHH 💕💕 if it’s alright could u make a rec list of bio!son peter and dad tony? 🥺🥺 thank u !

BOY CAN I EVER. Also thank you so much, y’all are all making me cry, this is like a dream come true with everyone enjoying my writing sm.

I apologize for taking so long on responding to this, I got very busy. And realized that, for as much as I love bio au, really don’t read a lot of it.

BUT, because it’s a necessary self promo…

Peter Stark’s Twitter Adventures (Series) by me :)

I have two fics in this series so far, @StarkSon being by far the most popular of the two. I am working on the third installment currently (albeit very, very slowly lmao). It’s, as the name implies, a Twitter AU, but it does have plot and I think it’s funny, and so far people have enjoyed it! (Sorry, I’m rambling ahaha.)

Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) (Series) by @riseuplikeglitterandgold

A very heart-warming, fulfilling series of bio!kid Peter by my bestest friend. You will not regret reading every word, I promise you. Baby’s Firsts is my personal favorite and actually what helped to inspire me to write fanfiction for Iron Dad.

Stars, Hide Your Fires by @yellowdistress

So frickin’ good. Every time I think about Bio Aus, this is one of the first that comes to mind. Just the summary gets me. “Starks didn’t create beautiful things… But when the four-year-old’s wide eyes blinked at him, Tony was struck with the sudden realization that maybe that had been a lie.” fucking CHEFS KISS MY GUY so good. The whole What We Are series is A+

A Gift of Time by TheEclecticSoul

This is the second story in their series, A Gift of Blood, which… yeah, you definitely need to read the first to understand this one. I just particularly liked a Gift of Time because it’s toddler/four-year old Peter. :’)

Hold On, To Me As We Go by GLWilliams97

I’m weirdly particular about grammar (I’m not saying this in a bad way, I swear), but this is one I can ignore it because I just love the story.

We are human after all (Series) by yourgaydad

I admittedly haven’t read all of this, because I’m losing time to be able to read fics, but I have read the first two, and honestly? Yes.

Anyway, I really don’t have a lot because, like I said, I don’t read a lot of bio aus. Regardless, I hope there’s a couple of new ones on here for you to read! There’s plenty of great fics on AO3, and I’m sure plenty I have missed. (If you know anyone’s @, pls lmk because I suck at finding people’s tumblrs lmao.)

#fic rec #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #spiderman #marvel #mcu #tony stark and peter parker #tony stark & peter parker #iron dad #iron dad and spider son #iron dad spider son #spider son #spiderson #peter stark #bio au

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riotwritesthings · 4 years

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Emerald Ivy (Wrapped Around My Skin)

WinterIron, E, 11k, vine-tentacle porn, fantasy AU, fairy Tony and plant man Bucky | AO3

Go here to check out the fantastic art by @beir!!

Seriously it’s so mouthwatering, I can’t stop staring I LOVE. (And also I’d like to take this time to say AHHH I’VE LOVE YOUR ART FOR SO LONG and it was an honor and a pleasure to work with you, 20/10 would do again.)

At the end of another fic I promised to write tentacle porn. This is not that tentacle porn, but it is a type of tentacle porn. It is also the first thing I finished in 2020, so it’s gonna be a good, filthy year y’all.

If Tony survives this, Rhodey is going to kill him. And then Pepper is going to learn necromancy and bring him back, just so she can kill him again more viciously, and with more I told you so.

With a pained hiss Tony curls up a little tighter, tucking himself further into the small hollow formed by some twisted tree roots. Once he’s sure he’s at least partially hidden, Tony finally gets a chance to look down at his ankle. The skin is broken and bleeding in several places, and he can tell without even trying that he won't be able to put any weight on it, but it could have been way worse. Like his wing, his poor torn wing, Tony can only barely see the tear near the base if he cranes his neck around to look back over his shoulder, but it hurts like hell and that’s the thing that has him more worried.

He is going to deserve any and all murder Rhodey and Pepper see fit to bestow upon him, because they absolutely did tell him. They told him so many times to stay out of the Dark Wood, but Tony just had to come here, just had to find the stupid crystal that he just had to have. And naturally, he just had to get nearly snatched out of the air by one of the huge, four-winged birds of prey, busting up his wing in the initial hit and his ankle in the following long tumble to the ground.

Without the ability to fly or even hobble out of here Tony is pretty shit out of luck, and dying at the hands of his best and only friends is honestly wishful thinking at this point. All it would take to heal right up is a little magic, but unfortunately Tony is fresh out of magic these days, and he's quickly running out of time, too. He can’t stay in this little root hollow forever, there are plenty of predators on the ground too, and Tony reluctantly accepts that at this point his only choice is crawling in search of a better place to hide and then seeing if he can patch himself up somehow.

Positive thinking, Tony reminds himself firmly, it's gotten me this far. And okay sure, maybe it's actually mostly stubbornness and spite that's gotten him this far, but that's not the point. The point is that Tony needs to move, so with a couple deep breaths to steel himself he wiggles out of his semi-safe little hollow.

The trees grow incredibly thick this deep into the forest and everything is in heavy shadows, like the Dark Wood is really trying to live up to its name. Everything grows extra huge here, too, which at least makes it easy for Tony to crawl and drag himself beneath the underbrush. He's covered in dirt and bits of fallen leaves almost instantly, but at least he can shuffle from root to shrub without spending too much time in the open.

Everything is going surprisingly well, right up until Tony snags the thin fabric of his pants on a thorny branch. He has to resist the urge to swear as he tries to pull himself loose, and then can't help a small, startled yelp as he gets free with a particularly hard tug that also sends him tumbling head over ass down a steep incline. Tony bites his lip to avoid screaming as he comes to a stop in a tangle of brush, banging his ankle hard in the process. He’s pretty sure he tore his wing a little more, too, and it takes a couple minutes of strained breathing before Tony can force himself to move again.

It’s impossible to tell time beneath the thick canopy, where Tony can’t see the sun or feel it’s warm, friendly touch, but it feels like he’s been crawling along slowly for hours now. He’s still bleeding sluggishly and unless he’s being paranoid, Tony would swear he can hear increased rustling in the forest around him. Like circling predators. Everything looks exactly the same, he can’t even tell if he’s getting anywhere and he might actually die here. Which is so stupid, after everything he’s already survived, and the worst part is that no matter what he had insisted to his worried friends, this absolutely was another stupid plan to prove that he can still be useful. Like anything could ever make the rest of the village accept him again.

Tony is biting back frustrated tears when he nearly crawls nose first into the flower. And then he notices the rest of them, stretching out in a long, uneven line before him, and all he can do is blink in confusion for a second. The flowers are small, a soft white that stands out against the dark green of the vines they’re growing from. It’s so unexpected that for a minute Tony completely forgets he’s injured and in danger in favor of looking the nearest one over curiously.

“What are you doing here?” Tony asks the flower, but it stays stubbornly silent. Tony can’t say he's really surprised, talking flowers tend to let you know right up front, and then don’t let you get a word in edgewise. Anything light and pretty is wildly out of place in the Dark Wood, and Tony is one hundred percent sure this is either a deadly trap or some kind of path to safety. No inbetween. He doesn’t have many options though, so with a sigh Tony starts crawling along the line of flowers, careful not to crush any of them as he follows wherever they lead. “You better not be setting me up,” he grumbles to one of the flowers as he shuffles past it.

The vines grow thicker and closer together the further Tony follows the line of flowers, until he has to grab one of the vines to stop himself from falling face first down another sharp incline. Tony peeks over the ledge carefully and is surprised to find what looks almost like a nest, composed entirely of the thick green vines and hidden perfectly among the twisted roots of two extra huge trees. It’s pretty decently sized, big enough to fit something Tony definitely doesn’t want to meet, but the delicate flowers are growing all along the vines that make up the walls and if anything had actually been here recently the flowers would be crushed, right? Right.

It’s mostly the fact that this is the only choice he has that forces Tony to finally accept his own desperate logic, and he lowers himself down into the nest as carefully as possible. He still ends up hitting the ground hard, the floor of vines surprisingly firm beneath him and not at all pleasant to face plant into.

“I’m so glad no one is around to see this,” Tony grumbles as he pushes himself upright again, groaning when the motion jostles both his wing and ankle. He’s not even sure which one hurts worse anymore, just that his entire body is caught in the waves of throbbing pain.

With a couple more totally-manly whimpers Tony manages to drag himself to the center of the nest and has a look around. Okay, okay this should work, the space is about twenty feet across and he’s covered from above and on all sides, the only opening in the thick tangles of vine is the small entrance he’d fallen in through. It's probably the safest Tony can hope to be, and with that decided he can take a second to just breathe and swallow down his rising panic. Once that’s done, Tony strips off his torn and muddy shirt, hissing as it shifts his wing, and starts trying to locate any part of the fabric clean enough to wrap up his ankle.

There’s something in his trap. He can feel the motion through the vines, the clumsy flailing and rapid breathing. He can smell the blood.

Bucky emerges from the depths of the trap, the tangled vines parting easily around him. He moves closer slowly, carefully, making sure not to be seen. He can’t afford to be spotted, not anymore. He’s supposed to be beautiful, supposed to be able to draw his prey in, but he can’t do that anymore. That’s why he built this trap, a cage of vines to catch his food. It’s inelegant, but it keeps him alive.

He pauses though, because what he finds when he peeks through the vine wall of the cage is not at all what he expects. It’s not some poor animal, not one of the oversized bugs that creep along the forest floor. There’s a fairy in his trap. He’s never seen one before, he’s only heard stories of the magical creatures that live along the forest’s edge, where the trees are thin enough to let the sunlight through. The fairies never come this far into the Dark Wood after all, everyone knows that, but the wings are unmistakable, shimmering red and gold even in the dim shaft of light that manages to slip into the cage.

Bucky can only watch, fascinated, as the fairy struggles to wind strips of fabric into a sloppy bandage. He has golden bronze skin and an honestly surprising amount of muscle for something that’s supposed to rely almost entirely on magic. Most interestingly, there’s some kind of blue glow emanating from the fairy’s chest, and that definitely wasn’t in any of the stories. The fairy makes a soft hurt sound as he tightens the fabric wrapped around his ankle, one wing shivering while the other stays drooped at his side.

It’s probably bad form to eat a fairy, even one that apparently wandered into the Dark Woods of his own free will. Bucky should probably just crawl back to the depths of his nest, wait for the fairy to leave, wait whoever knows how long for his next meal to come wandering in. Bucky should definitely not try to help, because how would he even do that without scaring the poor thing to death?

Before he knows it though, a couple of his loose vines are slithering closer, and Bucky tells himself it’s just to find out if the fairy is going to bleed to death and make things easy on him. He’s definitely not trying to see how bad the fairy is injured, see if he can help, not at all. Well, he always knew his curiosity would get him into further trouble some day.

Tony frowns as he inspects the strips of fabric already falling loose from around his ankle and apparently Pepper was right all along, Tony is terrible at taking care of himself. With a sigh, Tony decides he may as well leave it, hopefully it'Il at least be enough to remind him not to move it and hurt himself further. He doesn't know what to do about his wing, or the fact that he's stuck here, and he's so busy trying to fight down panic again that he doesn’t notice the vines starting to shift until it’s nearly too late.

“What the fuck!” Tony shrieks, probably entirely too loudly, and nearly topples over backwards as he tries desperately to back away from the approaching vines. There's at least three thick vines working their way free of the tangle to creep towards him, but more concerning is the fact that the entire nest seems to have come alive around him, the walls and floor shifting slightly, and Tony is stupid, he's so fucking stupid. Of course this is some kind of trap.

Tony swats at one of the vines when it gets a little too close and it’s terrifyingly ineffective, the vine just shrinks back a little and then starts moving towards him again. While he’s trying to chase one of the vines away two more come creeping up, poking and prodding at his ankle, trying to wrap around his calf. “Bad touch, bad touch,” Tony says, and he can’t panic, he absolutely can’t afford to panic. He scrabbles desperately for the small knife on his belt except oh look at that, he apparently lost his knife at some point, fantastic. Plan B it is, then.

He slaps one hand over the glowing magnet in his chest, immediately feeds the low buzz of the static building under his skin, and then lashes out at one of the vines as it tries to wiggle close again. Tony can’t help the way his nose wrinkles as he makes contact, because sure it has the vine shrinking away from him, smoking slightly, but Tony still hates it.

Technically, the magnet in his chest is life support. The fact that he can also use it as a weapon is something Tony discovered out of necessity, not actual desire to use it as such. It’s convenient for keeping loose bits of metal out of his heart, or when he needs to power one of his inventions, or, apparently, when he needs to fight off creeping plant life. But that doesn’t mean Tony actually likes having to use it, least of all like this, it makes him feel like the abomination everyone accuses him of being. Still, he raises his palm again as another vine comes closer, resisting the urge to whimper because there are more and more vines winding their way towards him, the entire nest shifting underneath him, and he knows there is no way he’s going to be able to fight his way out of here.

Tony slaps at another vine as it comes closer, barely missing as it rears back, and then he immediately has to spin as one of the vines creeping up behind him pokes at his spine. He can’t contain a pained hiss as his wing pulls with the movement, but Tony gets his hand wrapped around the vine and doesn’t let go until it’s black and crispy, curling in on itself as all the vines hesitate and then back away slightly. Tony is just starting to think maybe he’s going to be left alone, maybe he can make some kind of truce with whatever living plant he seems to have stumbled into, when someone speaks directly beside him.

“Would you stop?” The voice is deep and rumbling and completely unexpected, and Tony maybe screams a little. Or a lot. Even as he screams in a totally justifiable way, Tony spins back around with his hand already out and finds his palm slapping down against an incredibly firm bicep. "Ow, what the shit-“ the man hisses, flinching back, because it is a man, or at least something man-shaped, his skin the same green as the vines all around him. “Did you just hit me with lightning?!"

"I mean... kind of?" Tony says slowly, because now is not the time to go into a rant about the technicalities of the glowing contraption in his chest. Especially to strange, disembodied torsos sticking out of walls.

Okay, okay so the carnivorous plant people of the Dark Wood are actually very, very real. That’ll be fascinating, later, if Tony survives this, but right now he’s mostly trying not to panic more than he already is. He’s also trying not to notice how thick the guy’s muscles are, but they turn out to be really hard to ignore. Tony is doing his best though, because this is really not the time for that.

"Kind of," the guy mouths to himself, like he can't quite believe it, his sharp teeth flashing even in the low light. He pushes himself further out of the tangle of vines, the walls parting easily around him and hey look at that, he appears to be missing an arm, and is also completely naked. Tony is trying really hard not to be distracted by that last fact, and especially with those thighs, wow. He flinches hard when the plant man-guy comes closer, because he really doesn’t want to be eaten, but the guy just rolls his yellow eyes and says “quit moving, ‘m trying to help.”

Tony is skeptical, because those are not the teeth of anything but a predator, and upon second look this is absolutely a trap that he’s stupidly fallen into.

The plant monster man approaches slowly, every motion slow and broadcasted like Tony is a skittish animal. Tony might be offended by that at some other time, but right now he actually really appreciates it because he’s a little bit shaking with pain and adrenaline and if his heart starts pounding any faster he might actually die. Tony does his best to keep his eyes above the guy’s waist as he kneels down by Tony’s feet, which is actually not too hard because his chest is thick and broad, his hair a darker shade of brownish green, hanging loose around his shoulders, and Tony might be a little delirious from the pain because he can’t stop wondering if it’s as soft as it looks.

At least the plant man’s fingers are gentle as he starts picking at the loose knot of Tony’s sloppy bandage. His skin is nearly cool to the touch, almost dewy; it feels like a smoother version of the vines that are still shifting and resettling all around him. Blood is already soaking through the thin fabric, and Tony’s not sure if he should be amused or offended by the way the plant man’s nose wrinkles as he tosses the bits of shirt away.

“Um, I’m- Tony,” he volunteers, because on the slim chance he's not about to be killed and eaten he doesn't want to be rude. He should also probably stop staring, but he gives that up as a lost cause because he can’t seem to stop himself, gaze shifting from the plant man’s truly impressive abs to the thick, lighter green scars on his shoulder to the faint stubble along his jaw. Well, at least if Tony is going to die he’s going out with one hell of a view.

“What are you doing this deep in the forest?” The plant man demands without looking up. His tone is rough even as his finger remain gentle; poking and prodding at the broken skin until Tony lets out a pained hiss.

“I needed something,” Tony grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest, instantly defensive. When the plant man glances up at him there's a look almost like genuine curiosity on his face, and Tony softens slightly before sighing. “It’s... kind of a long story.”

The plant man opens his mouth like he wants to ask and then stops, turns his attention instead to picking through the remaining scraps of Tony’s shirt. Tony is just thinking maybe that’s the end of the introductions, and then the green man quietly says “I’m Bucky.”

“Bucky,” Tony repeats slowly, trying not to laugh because that is not at all what he had been expecting. He smiles innocently when Bucky glances up at him suspiciously, and then finds himself blinking stupidly when Bucky’s green lips quirk up with a small smile of his own. “So... do you usually patch up lost fairies who tumble into your little nest here?"

“No,” Bucky says shortly, which is a little concerning, and he must feel the way Tony goes tense all over again because he follows it up with "never seen a fairy out this far." He finally stops poking at Tony’s ankle and looks up at him again as he asks “why, are you tasty?”

Tony is pretty sure that’s a joke, at least he really hopes it is, that expression on Bucky’s face is either a teasing smirk or a reminder that his teeth do appear to be very, very sharp. Tony is going to assume joke, for the sake of his sanity, but just to be on the safe side he decides not to respond with ‘want to find out?’

“Nope,” Tonys says instead, because it turns out he does have the barest hint of a self preservation instinct, “not tasty at all. Highly toxic, in fact. Ask anyone.”

"Uh huh," Bucky says, smirking a little wider. He returns to inspecting Tony’s injured foot, running his fingers over the heel, probably checking for further injury. Tony tries to stay still, because it would actually be very helpful to know if he's managed to break something, but as Bucky's cool fingers brush along the arch of his foot Tony can’t help twitching and letting out a loud giggle. "Quit movin'," Bucky says again, tightening his hold.

Tony is about to point out that it's really not his fault, but his words turn into a startled squeak as a vine suddenly wraps around his calf and holds him still. Apparently, those vines can really move when they're not busy trying not to freak him out. "Woah, hey now," Tony protests, fluttering his wings a little and then hissing when pain flares across his shoulders and down his spine.

Bucky looks up again, immediately zeroing in on Tony's torn wing, and his yellow eyes narrow. "Oh," he says, almost absently, letting go of Tony's ankle to reach out like he's going to try and touch.

"Woah there big guy, " Tony says, throwing his hands up and trying to wiggle backwards even as heat fills his face, "at least buy me dinner first." He doesn't get very far, the vine tightening its grip and winding a couple more times around his leg. There are leaves dotted sporadically along the vine, surprisingly soft when one of them brushes against his shin. The curious part of Tony's brain wonders exactly how much control Bucky has over the vines, how much feeling he has in them.

This is probably not the time to be asking about that though, and when Tony drags his gaze back up it's to find Bucky staring at him with wide eyes. There's a faint hint of yellow spreading across his cheeks, which Tony realizes is probably a blush. It is way cuter than it has any right to be, and Tony really wishes the growing knot in his stomach was fear, fear would be a much more appropriate reaction.

Bucky snaps out of it first, breaks away from their strange staring match and turns his attention back to Tony's ankle. He grabs the strips of shirt he had selected earlier, and Tony figures its bandaging time now. Bucky clears his throat, his face back to what Tony assuses is his normal color, before saying "thought you could heal yourself with magic."

"Maybe I just like getting manhandled and fixed up by random strangers," Tony says, and winces when it comes out way snappier than he intended. Probably not a good idea to be snapping at the carnivore who has for some reason decided not to eat him. Yet. “I don't have magic. Anymore," Tony admits, slow and grudging, like every word is being dragged out of him.

Bucky glances up at his face, down to the glowing metal in his chest, and then back to Tony's foot as he mercifully doesn't ask. Tony almost lets out a sigh of relief, but it kind of makes sense that Bucky, with his scarred shoulder and missing limb, wouldn't start asking a bunch of uncomfortable questions. It automatically puts him higher up in Tony's book than basically everyone else in his village, which is kind of a depressing thought.

Tony is forcibly pulled out of his own head when Bucky wraps one of the fabric strips around his ankle, entirely too tightly and how is he even doing that with one hand?! Tony can't help jumping and letting out a pained yelp, and it's only the vine still wrapped around calf that keeps him in place. "Ow, shit, are you trying to torture me to death?" Tony demands, kicking his other foot against the ground.

"I have t' get this tight," Bucky huffs, rolling his eyes, " 'cause you insist on flailin' around."

"I do not flail," Tony says primly, and stops flailing his free limbs. Bucky does stop tugging at his ankle at least, instead setting the makeshift bandage aside as the vine pulls Tony’s foot up higher into the air. “Uh,” Tony says, face flushing again, "I was mostly joking about the manhandling." He squeaks at the unexpected sight of Bucky licking his own thumb and oh look at that, behind his sharp teeth his tongue is a lighter green, has almost a pink tinge, and that's... interesting. "Um, wha-" Tony squeaks again when Bucky presses his wet thumb to the broken skin of Tony's ankle, "is- is that poison? Are you poisoning me right now?”

“If you don’t stop accusing me of trying to kill you, I might actually kill you,” Bucky threatens, but Tony is pretty sure he can see a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He presses his thumb a little firmer against Tony's skin, ignoring the hiss of pain, and whatever he's doing Tony can feel the effects almost instantly. It starts as a warm tingle that works its way up his leg, pain slowly fading and at this point Tony doesn't even care if he is being poisoned because it feels amazing.

Tony is about to say as much, but then the pleasant tingle spreads up his thigh and ignites like a forest fire when it hits the low grade burn of arousal in his gut that Tony has been trying really hard to ignore. He snaps his mouth shut, losing his breath as a wave of heat crashes over him, his head going fuzzy while his pulse kicks up hard and his cock twitches insistently in his thin pants.

It takes a second for Tony to force any words out, his mouth suddenly, painfully dry as he says “what are- uh, what are you doing then?”

“Should have a numbing effect,” Bucky says, not looking up as he picks up the strip of fabric again and starts winding it around Tony’s ankle. He appears to be blissfully unaware of Tony's little problem at least, and Tony is really hoping to keep it that way.

“It should, that's very reassuring,” Tony says with a hysterical giggle, painfully aware of the vine still wrapped around his lower leg, the narrow tip of it tapping almost absently at his knee as Bucky works. Another vine wiggles in to help securely knot the ratty bandage and Tony is definitely not marveling at the fact that Bucky seems to have total control of them, nope, not at all. He tries to pull free again and has to swallow down a whimper when it accomplishes nothing, because he is fully hard now and really just hoping to get out of this without embarrassing himself and/or freaking out his confusing plant-man-nurse. "Okay, that’s-" Tony has to pause, licking his lips, and he really hopes his voice isn’t actually as shaky as it sounds to him, "you can let go now. That’s- fine. It's fine."

He tugs at the vine's grip on his leg again, his other knee already pulled up to his chest in an ineffective attempt to hide the way his cock is tenting his pants. And fuck, has Tony always had this much skin?! It feels like he has entirely too much of it all the sudden, like he can feel every shift of air currents, painfully aware of the bead of sweat making its way down his chest. He tries to pull his leg free one more time, bracing his other heel against the ground for better leverage, only to let out a startled squeak when the vine tugs back hard.

“Quit squrmin’,” Bucky grumbles and doesn’t look up, his fingers digging into Tony’s shin just a little, “do I have t’ hold the rest of you still, too?”

Tony tries, he really does, but he can’t stop the breathy gasp that bursts out of him, like it’s being punched straight out of his lungs as a hard shudder races down his spine. Because apparently Tony is actually really into that idea, one isn't this a delightful time to be learning new things about himself. Bucky finally looks up from carefully tucking down the edges of the bandage, confusion on his face until he obviously notices the flush on Tony's cheeks, eyes widening as they drag down Tony's heaving chest.

“So, about that numbing effect,” Tony says with a shaky laugh, willfully ignoring the fact that he's practically shaking under Bucky’s gaze, the fact that his cock gives a hard twitch and Tony is pretty sure there's a spreading wet patch at the front of his pants at this point. He opens his mouth again, not even sure what his going to say except maybe to re-suggest Bucky let go of him before Tony can somehow embarrass himself even further, but all that comes out is a choked moan as the vine around his calf shifts a little.

Bucky stares at him with wide eyes for another couple seconds, and then his entire face lights up with that appealing golden flush, letting go of Tony like he’s been burned and Tony yelps a little as his heel hits the ground. It doesn’t hurt, exactly, but it sends a jolt through his body and Tony has no doubt that would have been agonizing if he could currently feel anything other than a terrible, burning need. Bucky winces, golden yellow flush spreading down his neck as he shuffles backwards and blurts out “oh fuck- I’m sorry, I’m- I didn’t- fuck, I didn’t know that would-“

“How did you not know?” Tony demands, grabbing at the top layer of vines that make up the floor so he won’t do something stupid like shove his hands down his pants instead. This is fine, as long as he keeps talking, keeps himself distracted, it’ll all be fine. He will not proposition the sexy plant man who may or may not have have accidentally aphrodisiac-ed him. It’s fine. “That seems like the kind of thing you should know,” Tony says, voice only wavering a little and he’s having a really hard time focusing on anything that’s not how fucking hard he is, “I’m just saying, if my spit had this kind effect on someone, okay, that is the sort of thing I would know about.”

“No one I know has met a fairy before!” Bucky says, throwing his hand in the air and if Tony weren’t currently coming out of his skin he’d probably find that adorable. “I’ve never even heard of someone actually meeting a fairy before, how the hell would I know this would happen?”

“Well, looks like we’ve all learned something today,” Tony grits out and he’s so turned on now that it literally hurts, a dull throb of pain as his stomach works itself into knots. His head is spinning a little, a low whine escaping from between his clenched teeth and Tony figures the time for shame is officially over. “Okay, this is all super interesting,” Tony says around panting breaths and then nods down pointedly, “but I’m gonna do something about this now, so unless you want to watch maybe go away, or- I don’t know, build a wall or something.”

“Um,” Bucky says, tongue peeking out to swipe over his lower lip like he’s trying to drive Tony insane, “okay.” He doesn’t actually move, appears to be frozen in place with his bright eyes still fixed on Tony, and after a couple seconds of staring at each other some more, Tony figures that is officially enough of a grace period.

Tony is burning too hot to even be embarrassed, one hand moving instantly to stroke himself through his pants, nearly sobbing with relief at the drag of soft fabric over his aching cock. He squeezes his eyes shut, figuring that it’s probably rude to oogle the plant man while he gets himself off, right? Even if this is technically Bucky’s fault in the first place. And even if Tony still has the image of those broad shoulders and perfect abs stuck in his mind just fine.

A hard exhale nearby has Tony peeking one eye open and a breathy whine escapes him when he finds Bucky watching him avidly, yellow gaze practically glowing in the dim light. Bucky’s full lips part but no sound comes out, and Tony is so far past being scared of those sharp teeth, he wants to trace the tips of them with his tongue, doesn’t care if he ends up burning alive.

“You realize you- fuck, you don’t actually have to watch,” Tony feels the need to point out, just in case, and then moans helplessly as he drags his thumb over the wet patch at the head of his cock.

Bucky doesn’t say anything for a long second, just drags his heavy gaze down the length of Tony's chest, watches him writhe and arch into his own palm, and then meets Tony’s eyes again as he licks his lip. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks, voice so low Tony swears he can feel the rumble of it in every vine that makes up the den surrounding him.

“Fuck no,” Tony groans, blood rushing in his ears and too worked up to even think about lying. He uses both hands to finally shove his pants down over his hips and then gets his hand around his cock with a happy sigh. He’s already so slick with precome that stroking himself is an easy slide, almost agonizing with how good it feels. He doesn’t even both getting his pants the rest of the way off, just starts working himself hard and fast, lets himself stare shamelessly at the thick muscle of Bucky’s chest as he gasps out “you- damn you are gorgeous.”

“Uh huh,” Bucky says, like he doesn’t quite believe it, which is just, so wrong. If Tony could catch his breath, could do more than let out desperperate little whimpers, he’d wax poetic for several minutes about the strong cut of Bucky’s jaw alone. Instead Tony just braces his feet against the ground and thrusts up hard into his own grip with a loud whine. “Don’t hurt yourself,” Bucky adds, frowning a little, and it takes Tony a second to even remember what he’s talking about.

“Nothing hurts,” Tony moans back happily, arching up hard into his palm. He’s dimly aware of a tingly feeling in his ankle, but it’s nothing compared to the shivering bolts of pleasure that run all through him every time he thrusts up hard and drags his thumb over the wet head of his cock,. “Oh- jus’ feels good, feels fucking amazing,” Tony slurs out, eyes falling closed and he’s burning, he can feel every single nerve ending and they’re all on fire.

He doesn’t see it coming, and Tony can’t stop and startled squeak when one of those damn vines snaps out to wrap around his injured leg again. The sound quickly becomes a wailing moan as Bucky tugs hard, pulls his ankle up into the air to steal half of Tony’s leverage and all of his higher brain power.

“Oh, that is- fuck that is not fair,” Tony whines, digging the toes of his other foot into the vines of the ground in retaliation even as he doesn’t pause the motion of his hand. His rhythm is thrown off though, and Tony nearly sobs as he rocks his weight further back onto his shoulders in an attempt to get it back, arches almost entirely off the ground and strokes furiously at his cock. “Fuck you, why- oh, fuck- why is that so hot?” He demands, and then groans helplessly as Bucky’s quiet laugh rumbles through the vines, a couple more creeping up to work Tony’s pants the rest of the way off his legs.

Tony is vaguely aware that his injured wing is spasming where it’s trapped beneath him, and in any other situation it would no doubt be agonizing, but right now all Tony can feel is the orgasm building like an explosion in his gut. He’s close, he’s so close, every inch of him lit up like like static but warmer, better, he just needs-

There’s a soft growl from Bucky’s direction and then the vines all around Tony are moving, shifting, working themselves free from the tangle and wrapping around Tony instead. Tony moans shamelessly as he’s lifted fully into the air, held steady by vines around his thighs and shoulders, propped up by vines under his back. Every part of him is held and pinned except for one arm, allowing Tony to keep jerking himself off at a frantic pace and Tony is losing his goddamn mind, burning everywhere and the texture of the vines is the exact right level of rough, just enough that he can feel every inch of them sliding over his skin.

”Fuck, please-“ Tony sobs out and he’s not even sure what he’s asking for, just that he needs something, anything, “please, I can’t-“ He tightens his grip around his cock, tries to trash in the vines’ hold and whimpers when all it accomplishes is making him sway slightly in the air.

“Oh,” Bucky says, caught somewhere between a sigh and a groan, and all at once the vines shift from simply holding Tony to caressing him, every inch of him, teasing at his thighs and winding tighter around his arms so the tips can snake up and slide over his chest. One of the vines teases up his spine, dragging firmly between his wings, and Tony finally comes with a scream, splattering across his stomach and chest as he lets the explosion consume him.

Tony is left gasping for breath and with a head that’s only a little less fuzzy, the fire in his veins reduced to a low burn but definitely not gone. He lets out a weak groan, hand still moving slowly over his cock as he tosses his head back only to find it caught and gently cradled by another vine. “Fuck, what the fuck, am I dying?” Tony whines, twisting just to feel the way the vines hug him tighter, one of them sliding into his free hand like it’s trying to give him something to hold onto, the narrow tips of the vines teasing over his skin, curling around the shell of his ear.

”It’ll wear off,” Bucky says, voice ragged, and when Tony pries his eyes open again Bucky is much closer, standing close enough that his outstretched hand is just shy of brushing Tony’s side and watching Tony’s hand move over his cock with open hunger on his face.

Tony should probably be more concerned that he’s being held, helpless, several feet off the ground, but he’s too busy figuring fair is fair and finally letting his own gaze drop below the mouth watering cut of Bucky’s abs to his cock like he’s been dying to. Bucky is hard. And huge, fuck, his cock is huge, flared head and ridges along the top of the shaft that have Tony’s brain shorting out. Without thought Tony lets go of his cock and drops his hand between his thighs, shoves two come-slick fingers into himself with a weak moan because fuck he wants to feel that inside him, just the thought has the arousal in his gut spiking hard again. The vines around his thighs tighten, winding over themselves a couple times to better hold him still, prevent him from even trying to rock into the press of his own fingers.

He tries to drop his other hand back to his cock, still achingly, desperately hard, but the vine tightens around his wrist, pulls his hand up and holds it firm near his head, and Tony lets out another broken sob. “Please,” he whines, dragging his eyes up from Bucky’s gorgeous cock to his face again, moaning at the sight of all that dark hunger aimed at him. “Please, please come here- fuck, I need- please I want you so bad,” Tony says, barely aware of the breathy words spilling from his lips, all he knows is that he needs Bucky closer, needs to feel more of him.

“You don’t mean that,” Bucky says, voice soft even as he doesn’t look away from where Tony’s fingers are thrusting into his hole, stretching himself open. “It’s just the toxin,” Bucky adds, almost like an afterthought and his fingers are inches from Tony’s skin now, hovering just above Tony’s hip.

“Nuh uh,” Tony says petulantly, and then softens as Bucky finally looks up at his face and starts getting that upsetting guilty look again. Deciding to go for a different tactic, Tony turns his head so his lips brush over the vine wrapped around his wrist as he says “oh honey, I was- oh- I was hot for you the second I figured out you weren’t going to kill me.” Bucky shivers, Tony can feel it through every vine, and he plants a sloppy kiss to the one in his grip before adding “maybe, ah fuck- maybe even a little before, if I’m being honest.”

Bucky finally touches him, just his fingertips sliding up the curve of Tony’s side, up over his ribs, but it’s enough to pull a shaking moan from Tony, have him clenching around his own fingers. He moans again when the vines around his thighs shift again, spreading his legs a little wider and Tony would swear he feels the tip of a vine brushing against his knuckles as he works his fingers inside himself. It’s hard to tell, honestly, Tony has kind of lost track of all the vines surrounding him, all he knows is that it feels like they’re everywhere, touching him everywhere except his throbbing cock.

“Bucky,” Tony nearly snarls, and then goes right back to needy moaning as Bucky’s fingers drag through the cooling come on his stomach. It takes him a couple seconds of watching Bucky draw abstract patterns against his skin for Tony to gather the breath to ask “you think I have the brainpower for empty flattery right now? Seriously, I don’t know plant man standards, but- fuck you are so gorgeous.” Bucky blushes that gorgeous gold again, but Tony doesn’t miss the way Bucky eyes dart down to his own scarred shoulder, just for an instant. “I mean,” Tony has to pause to whimper when one of the soft leaves brushes over his balls and he just knows that was intentional, “you still have more limbs than me, who am I to judge?”

Bucky lets out a startled huff of laughter, shaking his head a little before pulling his hand away. Tony’s disappointed noise turns into a loud groan as Bucky raises his hand to his mouth, pinkish tongue swiping out to lick Tony’s come from his fingers. "Sweet," Bucky says, his voice back to that low, grumbling growl, "damn you taste sweet.”

“Bucky,” Tony whines, voice cracking as he shoves his fingers back in hard, “please at least let me touch myself, anything, fuck- I can’t- please, anything-“

“You sure?” Bucky asks, like he somehow can’t tell that Tony is desperate, losing his mind, and Tony’s answering laugh is just this side of manic.

“Yes,” Tony says, as vehemently as he possibly can around near constant moans, “please, I am begging you, please just- Ah!” Tony cuts himself off with a wail when one of the thin vines slides in alongside his fingers, stretching him wider, and Tony sways in the air again as he jerks hard. The vine wastes no time wiggling in deeper, deeper than his fingers could reach, curling around itself so the tip can flick over his prostate.

Tony screams, head thrown back again and he hasn’t even caught his breath before another vine is sliding into him, twisting around the other spreading him open. The fire is roaring through Tony’s veins again, burning him up, and Bucky’s cool palm spreading over his chest is almost a relief even as it just pushes him higher. Tony pulls his fingers out, groaning as they’re immediately replaced by another thin vine, and another, and if Tony can just get his newly freed hand on himself it’ll be over, less than a stroke and he’ll be gone-

“Fuck,” Tony sobs as a vine grabs his wrist before he can do more than brush shaking fingertips over his cock, hauling it up to hover uselessly by his head with the other. “Please- I’m so- Ah! Please, I just need to come.”

“So sweet,” Bucky breathes out, like he doesn’t even realize he’s saying it, “patience, sweet thing, jus’ like this.” His eyes are definitely glowing now, gorgeous and dangerous in the low light as they shift constantly along Tony’s body, from his flushed face and heaving chest to where the vines are sliding in deeper, Tony’s cock bobbing flushed and angry against his stomaching as he writhes in place. Bucky drags just the tip of his thumb around the device in Tony’s chest and the entire world seems to shake as he groans out “gorgeous.”

“More,” Tony begs, “more, please-“ He moans as another vine wiggles its way into him and he’s honestly lost count at this point, all he knows is that he feels stretched open and stuffed full, aching and burning in all the best possible ways. “Please tell me you- oh, that’s- fuck that’s so good-“ Tony kind of loses his train of thought when one of the thicker vines presses firmly against his prostate and then just stays there, sending nonstop bolts of pleasure up Tony’s spine. “Please tell me you’re going to fuck me now,” Tony finally manages to gasp out, because he’s determined, damnit, and every time he sneaks a peek at Bucky’s cock all he can think about is how much he wants it.

Bucky shivers again, making Tony whine as the vines practically vibrate inside him, then drags his hand down Tony’s chest to spread wide across his stomach. “Okay,” Bucky says lowly, and then smirks as he steps fully between Tony’s spread thighs, and with the flash of his sharp teeth it’s as threatening as it is heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

It turns out threat isn’t far off, because in the next second all the vines buried inside Tony start thrusting, in and out, all of them working at a different rhythm so Tony is forced to feel every bit of it. He can feel each individual vine as they rub and twist against his every nerve, a particularly thick vine nailing his prostate on every thrust, like Bucky is trying to drive him out of his mind as quickly as possible and he’s doing a damn good job of it.

Tony doesn’t even have the breath the scream, just whimpers out Bucky’s name over and over as his entire body pulls tight and then cracks open. He clenches hard around the vines still working inside him and comes with a broken sound, head falling back again as his untouched cock throbs and spills over his stomach. “Bucky, fuck,” Tony gasps out, and then whines as the majority of the vines stretching him open withdraw, leave him feeling fucked out and empty. Whatever Bucky’s spit had done is finally wearing off, Tony blinks his eyes open and the world is a little more clear, the oppressive, tingling heat finally fading from his skin as he pants for breath.

He has just enough time to be disappointed he never actually got to feel Bucky’s cock inside him, and then all of Tony’s thoughts come to a screeching halt as Bucky swipes his fingers through Tony’s come and lifts them to his mouth again. Tony groans weakly, twists his head to the side and squeezes his eyes shut because the effects of the accidental-aphrodisiac may be fading, but watching Bucky lick Tony’s come from his fingers is just asking for trouble.

He twists his head to the side and finds himself panting against the vine looped around his arm, lips moving over the smooth surface as Tony slurs out "oh, wow, that was- holy fuck." Bucky shudders again and Tony can feel it in every vine, all around him, and especially in the couple of thin vines still buried deep inside him, giving Tony something to clench around as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. Tony forces his eyes open to find Bucky staring at his face, at the way Tony’s lips brush against the vine with every heaving breath. “Can you feel that?" Tony asks, flicking his tongue out to lick at the tip of the vine as it curls around his fingers.

Bucky groans, low and deep, and Tony moans back as the vines inside him shift. Bucky opens his mouth, full lips slick and enticing, hesitates slightly, and his voice is barely more than a sigh as he says “I can feel all of you."

Part of Tony is fascinated by that answer, but most of him is distracted by the way Bucky is still staring at him, like he's starving, like he wants to eat Tony alive in the best possible way. He glances down and Bucky is still hard, a thick looking liquid leaking from the fat head, and Tony doesn't care if the heat is fading, he still wants that so bad it pushes a desperate whine out of him. “Bucky,” he gasps out and he’s a little surprised that when he reaches out towards Bucky the vines actually let him, staying looped loosely around his wrists and allowing Tony to drag his palms over Bucky’s chest. He hooks his fingers around the back of Bucky’s neck, pulling weakly and hoping like hell Bucky gets the message because Tony is not actually going to be able to tug him anywhere.

Bucky apparently does get the idea because he lets Tony haul him in, curls down around him even as he asks “you really wanna do this? Won’t be as strong as straight to the bloodstream, but- looks like you’re startin’ to come down, you sure-”

And that’s about enough of that, because Tony is very, extremely sure, so he shuts Bucky up by pulling him into a kiss. Bucky’s lips are cool and smooth against his, and when Tony swipes out his tongue, teasing along the seam before dipping inside, Bucky growls low and fierce. Tony groans as much at the rumbling vibrations of it as the fact that he can finally feel of sharp points of Bucky’s teeth against his lips, intoxicatingly dangerous. And the way he tastes, like something early and wild, and it has Tony panting even before the new wave of drugged heat washes over him. He breaks away from the kiss to whine pitifully, fingers tangling in Bucky’s hair as he jerks in the vines’ firm hold again.

“Told you,” Bucky huffs, and Tony is almost tempted to call his tone something like fondly amused. Before Tony can protest, because it’s not that he hadn’t believed Bucky, he’s being kissed again, deep and sloppy as Bucky licks into his mouth firmly, traces his tongue over Tony’s flat teeth like he thinks they’re fascinating. The entire time Bucky’s hand continues moving over Tony’s chest, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of him, and when he finally pulls back Tony’s left a moaning, shaking mess. “Fuck,” Bucky groans against his lips, hand settling on Tony’s hip.

“Please,” Tony begs instantly, dragging his fingers through Bucky’s messy hair, “please, oh- please I need you, want to feel you everywhere, all of it, please-“ He breaks off with a protesting whine as the vines around his wrists gently pull his hands back, pins them firmly in the air near his sides.

“Shh, I got ya,” Bucky says, lips sliding along Tony’s jaw as he steps closer, his cock nudging wet and thick against Tony’s inner thigh and Tony nearly cries with how badly he wants it. Bucky swipes his hand over Tony’s stomach again, collecting his come so Bucky can use it to further slick up his own cock with an obscene sound.

Tony does let out a soft sob as the last of the vines slither out of him, leave him empty and raw and the fuzzy heat is consuming him again. “Hurry, please, feel so empty,” Tony whimpers, doesn’t give a damn how he sounds, too busy shaking and panting for breath.

“I’ll fill you up,” Bucky promises darkly, directly into his ear. The hint of Bucky’s teeth scraping along the shell of his ear punches a low groan out of Tony that quickly becomes a wail as the head of Bucky’s cock presses against his hole. It feels impossibly big, even after all the vines, and Tony whines impatiently as the vines wrapped high around his thighs keep him from pressing back into the pressure. “Relax,” Bucky says, voice a little uneven, then drops a quick kiss to Tony’s cheekbone and rolls his hips forward hard.

Tony makes a high, breathless sound as the fat head presses against his rim, splitting him open, Bucky’s cool skin a sharp contrast to the flushed heat of Tony’s body. Tony has the insane thought that this isn’t going to work, it’s not going to fit, and another desperate whimper escapes his chest before Bucky rolls his hips again, firm and insistent, and with an aching burn Bucky is sinking into him, stretching him open wide, setting him on fire.

“Fuck- oh, fuck,” Tony gasps out, grip tightening on the vines wrapped around his arms as his entire body seizes up, nearly overwhelmed with it as pleasure sings through his every nerve. When his muscles clench it just makes Bucky feel impossibly large inside him, huge and inescapable and all Tony can think is more. Bucky makes a rough sound when Tony tightens up around him, his fingers digging into Tony’s hip as he grits his teeth and slows his forward press. “Please, please,” Tony begs mindlessly, straining against the vines’ hold on him and moaning as he gets nowhere, ”I need it- I need-“

“Shh,” Bucky shushes him, pets at Tony’s hip and then slides his hand around to the small of Tony’s back, vines shifting until Tony is exactly where Bucky wants him. He nips at Tony’s jaw before leaning back, standing up straight again, and Tony can’t even complain because fuck, the sight he makes, his hair a mess and that golden flush across his cheekbones, and Tony is so close to coming just like this, orgasm building almost painful in his gut. “Breathe for me, sweet thing,” Bucky says, voice deep and unsteady, chest heaving almost as hard as Tony’s, “deep breath now.”

Tony nods, drags in a ragged breath, and the vines around his thighs tightening is all the warning he gets before Bucky pulls him in hard, slams all the way into him in one deep, hard thrust. Tony comes with a helpless moan that only gets louder as the vines actually allow him to thrash this time, holding him securely even as he tightens his thighs around Bucky’s sides, pulling him in closer as Tony rolls his hips and tries to take him impossibly deeper. His orgasm feels like it lasts forever, for all that he manages is a couple weak dribbles of come, another wave of fire rushing through him everytime his fluttering muscles clench around Bucky’s cock buried inside him, until Tony’s every breath is a whimpering sigh.

“Fuck,” Bucky gasps, fingers twitching against Tony’s back, hips rocking forward slightly. It sets Tony off all over again, has him twitching and clenching as another bolt of agonizing pleasure shoots up his spine and he’s still hard. “Fuck, Tony,” Bucky says again, and Tony would find the almost dazed look on his face incredibly flattering if he wasn’t busy groaning out unintelligible noises at the twitch of Bucky’s cock, the way Tony can feel it everywhere, taking up all the space inside him until it feels like he can barely breathe.

“Don’ stop,” Tony finally manages to slur out, eyes falling closed as he drops his head back against the vine curled behind his neck. He uses the vines around his arms as leverage, rocks himself in the air and even that small amount of friction from Bucky’s cock shifting inside him has Tony moaning out another broken sound. “Please, please- oh- more, Bucky, ah-“

“I got you,” Bucky growls, tightens all his vines to hold Tony still again as he withdraws slowly. He ignores Tony’s begging until the head of his cock is tugging at Tony’s hole, flared head catching at his abused rim until Tony is shaking and sobbing.

“Buck- Ahh!” Tony screams as Bucky snaps his hips forward and slides in deep, so deep. He immediately starts up a rhythm of fast, deep thrusts that jolt Tony in place even as more vines join the ones wrapped around him, around his hips and chest and all of his limbs. Thin vines curl against the arch of his foot, the shell of his ear, creeping between his asscheeks to press in alongside Bucky’s cock. Tony has lost all words, barely aware of anything beyond Bucky inside him, all around him, surrounding him more and more with every new vine that slides along his skin and Tony has never felt this amazing in his life, every second pure overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure.

“Tony, fuck- so gorgeous,” Bucky groans, echoing distantly in Tony’s ear past his own thundering heartbeat. When Tony forces his eyes open his cock twitches and his gut clenches hard at the sight of Bucky above him, teeth bared in an almost feral snarl as he fucks into Tony with thrusts gone short and brutal. He meets Tony’s stare and smirks as he asks “you got one more for me, sweet thing?”

Tony whines and nods jerkily because he is absolutely going to come again, he’s most of the way there already, muscles drawing up tight as he shakes and moans. He gasps when Bucky’s fingers slide up his spine, press hard between his wings at the same time a vine wraps around his throbbing cock. Tony makes a sound that’s meant to be more begging, but all he really manages is more breathy whimpers.

Bucky bends down over him again, uses a vine to tip Tony’s chin up so he can place short, dry kisses up the line of Tony’s neck. His movements have gone uncoordinated, grinding into Tony with short thrusts and the change in angle means his cock rubs Tony’s prostate on every pass. “Come on, gorgeous,” Bucky growls into his ear and Tony feels the words more than he hears them, vibrating through him everywhere they’re pressed together, "let me have it."

“Oh," Tony gasps, and then the vine wrapped around his cock squeezes tight, tip of it teasing over his slit as Bucky grinds into him hard, and Tony comes with a weak moan. His cock twitches painfully, dribbles out a few drops of come and Tony is only vaguely aware of Bucky growling out his own orgasm past the rush of blood in his ears and his own ragged breaths. It does punch another moan out of him when he feels Bucky spill inside him, thick and cool as Bucky's cock twitches against his prostate, sending one last shock of pleasure to Tony's poor overwhelmed brain. "Oh, wow," Tony says again, slightly dazed, and then promptly passes the fuck out.

It takes Tony so long to wake up that Bucky actually starts to worry, just a little. Tony’s heartbeat stays steady though, and every now and then then he’ll kind of mutter quietly in his sleep, so Bucky settle in to just kind of... watch him.

Once he’s carefully lowered Tony back to the ground, rolled him onto his stomach to avoid putting pressure on his torn wing and used a single vine to prop up his injured ankle, there’s really not much else for Bucky to do. And why lie to himself at this point, Bucky is fascinated. He’d have cared a lot more about all those stories of fairies growing up if someone had thought to mention they could be like Tony. Snarky and smart and so damn gorgeous that Bucky still can’t quite believe it. A fairy with no magic, wandering into the Dark Wood all alone with lighting in his chest.

By the time Tony finally blinks those pretty brown eyes open again night has fallen, the only source of light the glow of Tony’s chest, peeking out from beneath him, and the bioluminescent flowers that grow along the vines that make up the walls. Tony lets out a low groan, face scrunching up, and then says “okay, yep, everything officially hurts now.”

Bucky can’t help a soft snort of laughter, and Tony’s eyes shift over to him instantly. Bucky tries out a smile even though it feels small and nervous on his face, because he has no idea what happens next except that if Tony is going to finally freak out it’ll probably happen right around now.

Tony’s eyes narrow a little, but all he says is “are you watching me sleep?”

“Wanted to make sure you didn’t roll over and kill yourself somehow,” Bucky says, and smiles a little wider when Tony lets out a soft laugh.

“My hero,” Tony coos, and then grins as Bucky feels his cheeks color again. Tony’s smile fades a little as he seems to wake up more, propping himself up on his elbows with another goran. He looks around, taking in the glowing flowers and pitch darkness just beyond the opening of the cage. “Probably should have asked this before,” Tonys says, sardonic twist to his lips, “but what are the odds something else toothy comes crawling in here to eat me?”

Bucky hums, and shifts the walls of vines until the entrance closes up completely, sealing them in. It only occurs to him afterwards that maybe that’s not the best idea, maybe Tony doesn't want to be trapped in here with Bucky andhis teeth either, but before he can ask Tony is letting out a happy sigh and flopping down again, arms crossed beneath his head as he turns to Bucky again.

“So,” Tony says, apparently right back to relaxed and smiling, “do you always patch up and then dick down the people who fall into your little trap here?”

“Only the really pretty ones,” Bucky says dryly and grins wider when Tony laughs again, “you always go wandering places you shouldn’t and nearly get yourself killed?”

“More often than you might think,” Tony says with a sunny smile, and somehow Bucky has no problem believing that. “Besides,” Tony adds with a pout that does not at all make Bucky want to bite at his soft lips again, “I told you, I was looking for something I need.”

“And what was that, again?” Bucky asks, one eyebrow raised, because he’s always been a little too curious for his own good.

Tony’s eyes narrow, and when he opens his mouth Bucky is sure he’s going to get told to mind his own business again, but then Tony pauses, licks his lips and his eyes move over Bucky’s face like he’s looking for something. Bucky’s not sure what he finds, but when Tony finally speaks his voice is almost shy as he says "it really is a long story."

Bucky glances pointedly down at Tony’s bandaged ankle, up at his torn wing, and then he draws in a steadying breath, takes a chance and says “doesn’t look like you should be goin’ anywhere any time soon, think we got the time for a story or two.”

Tony blinks slowly, surprise obvious on his face, like it’s just now occurring to him that Bucky isn’t going to kick him out into the world any second now, injured and alone. Bucky is honestly a little offended by the idea, he’s a carnivorous plant, sure, but he’s not a monster. Tony’s smile grows slowly, but soon it covers his entire face, lighting it up, the most gorgeous smile Bucky has ever seen in his life.

“Fine, we can do story time,” Tony says, rolling his eyes with a heavy sigh even though his smile doesn’t waver in the slightest. He pats the ground next to him, fixing Bucky with an expectant look, and adds “well come on, stop hanging out in the walls like a weirdo and get over here.”

Bucky is definitely a little surprised by the request, but he wastes no time moving closer, untangling himself from the structure of the trap and hesitantly sitting down beside Tony’s easy sprawl. When Tony continues to stare at him, one eyebrow raised, Bucky huffs and sprawls out on his back instead. “Happy now?” Bucky asks, but he has a feeling he’s also doing a terrible job of pretending to be annoyed.

“Thrilled,” Tony says cheerily and then rolls onto his side, tugging his foot free of the vine sling only to throw it across Bucky’s thighs as he folds one arm under his head, wings settling out behind him with a soft flutter.

It’s probably a good thing the other residents of the Dark Wood have written Bucky off as a lost cause, because he really doesn’t know how he’d explain this to anyone should they come looking for him. Somehow though, that’s the last thing on Bucky’s mind as he carefully adjusts Tony’s foot resting on this thigh, making sure he’s not going to hurt himself any worse. “Comfortable?” Bucky asks dryly and fails to fight down his own smile when Tony responds with a bright grin.

“Surprisingly so,” Tony says, folding one arms up under his head like a pillow while waving the other hand as he starts to speak, an excitement in his voice that Bucky can’t help being drawn into. “So you’ve heard of the glowing caves, right? Well rumor has it there’s these crystals-“

(And then Bucky helps Tony on his quest and Tony takes him home to his tree house on the outskirts of the fairy village. Bucky slowly covers the house in vines and refuses to wear clothes and they do it a bunch and live happily ever after ☺️)

#starkbucks #buckytony #winteriron #fairy tony #plant man bucky #fanfic #creative use of vines #fanart

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AAHHH what a fabulous fest!! Thank you Frozen Over mods, and thank you to all of the creators who have participated and gifted us MIND-BLOWING fanworks in this fest. I’m utterly grateful.

I’ve barely made a dent in the number of works I’ve read and the last 24 hours have been a mad rush in trying to get this done, so here goes nothing:

FROZEN OVER BINGO BLACKOUT:

A fic with a rare pair or friendship pairing — i thought i'd ask you just the same

Literal heart eyes for this glorious twylexis, where they bring out the best in each other, obviously!

A fic hot enough to melt snow — the weather outside is frightful

This tender and sexy fic definitely warms Patrick up! *wink wink*

A fic involving a winter sport or pastime — Five Ways to Ruin A First Date

I’m totally counting sledding as the winter pastime. What a hilarious and heartwarming take on one of my favourite tropes— ‘there was only one bed’ but in this case, there was only one SLED.

A fic that made you feel cozy — hopes as high as a kite

What a delightfully soft and tender fic that pulled me apart and put me back together in the best ways. Really got into all my Patricky feels.

A fanwork with art — [art] a very brewer christmas

This artwork is GORGEOUS. The expressions on David, Patrick, Marcy, Clint, all have a story to tell. The attention to detail is wonderful

A fic shorter than 2000 words — Last Christmas

Love David and Patrick creating new traditions together

A winter-themed au — Drink a toast to innocence, Drink a toast to now

The pining! The teasing! The flirting! The twists! *chef’s kiss*

A fanwork with podfic or other multimedia — Come In From the Cold

Ray and Ronnie have the most delightful dialogue in this one. I love how this fic digs into Ronnie’s dating life. DULCE! makes an impressive appearance. The podfic is GLORIOUS and all of the soundscaping just heightens the experience incredibly. My heart belongs to Joni Mitchell.

A fic with holiday or family traditions - Christmas at Ronnie’s

Ronnie and Stevie spend Christmas together over the years. I’m a sucker for these two poker-faced softies having created their own traditions. Lotsa found family feels.

A fic involving retail or a workplace - Pining For You

Literal and figurative *pining* as David and Patrick work across the road from each other, annoy each other, and also flirt a lot.

A fic with a favorite trope - It’s Always Been You

There! Was! Only! One! Bed! C’mon!! I’m such a sucker for this trope!

A fic that made you laugh or cry - Good Winter

I AM DECEASED! I AM A WEEPING MESS! I AM WRECKED! Bon Iver is one of my all-time *faaaaavourite* artists, so my response to this was extremely visceral and I have no words. I’m ready to fling myself into the ocean. This isn’t a fic, it’s *ART*

Free Space - All I Want, aka O Christmas Trope

FAKE DATING, Y’ALL! Another trope I’m a sucker for, and a fic I’m ready to re-read over and over. I did not want this one to end! Truly, I love these idiots so much.

A fic longer than 10000 words - Bells All Ring, Horns All Blow

This was one of my prompt fills and ahhhhh!! It is absolutely CHARMING AND GORGEOUS, and I am in AWE of the well of emotions in this. Thank you for this beautiful gift!!!

A canon-compliant or future fic - along for the ride

an incredibly moving, stunning, and powerful story that I will definitely be re-reading!

A fic with cooking or baking - Rose Apothecookie

I went literal for this one— That RA facade! All the little character details! Alexis’ necklace! Johnny’s pocket Square! Moira’s embellishments! Beautiful!

A fic with holiday rom-com vibes - A Cardamom Christmas

This was also one of my prompt fills and it is absolutely DELICIOUSSSSS in every way! So rom-com-y and so tender and sweet! The banter and flirting was so swoony, and David as an artist is a total JAM for me! Thank you for this gift!!!!

A fic you already reread or plan to reread - Where Every Stay Feels Like Home

Two words: ESCAPE! ROOM! There are so many jokes and details in this fic that I need to re-read this to really absorb them all! It’s funny with so much heart, and the character voices are on-point. What a wonderful tribute to the show!

A fic with inclement weather - Hurt for the Holidays

This fic is sooo much more than the inclement weather! But the weather conditions are responsible for *accidentally* bringing them and keeping them together. Wonderfully flirty, funny, and delightful, despite the circumstances they meet in!

Read all the fics released on one day - Day 1, aka 12/1 (and then I couldn’t keep up! We are sooo spoiled as a fandom)

A fanwork with caroling or music - Singles Week

David says I love You to his butter-voiced beau. But what if you could sing about his day to the tune of Jingle Bells? This is perfection!

A fic with parents/in-laws - It’s My (Christmas) Party and I’ll Panic if I Want To

A fantastic marriage of ‘Merry Christmas Johnny Rose’ and ‘Meet the Parents’ and seeing all the parents together this way in a holiday setting is what I would have loved from the show.

A fic set outside of schitt’s creek - you’re here (where you should be)

TED! ALEXIS! GALAPAGOS! FIX-IT!! ALL THE GOODNESS YOU’D EXPECT FROM THIS!!! AHHH!!!

A fic with magical elements - The Snow it Melts the Soonest

Patrick is a snowman, and… can you be murdered by a fic? Because this murdered me.

A fic with a holiday other than christmas - Have Yourself A Happy Little Hanukkah

Love the exploration of David’s relationship to his Jewish-ness, and I love Patrick wanting to do something special for David

#scfrozenover #schitt's creek frozen over #bingo #scfrozenover bingo #blackout #sc fanworks #sc fanfic #sc fanart #sc podfic

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springday-aus · 4 years

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Disney Prince!AU with Wonho [Hoseok]

★ Wonho [Lee Hoseok] as Disney’s Hercules ★

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Group: Monsta X

Member: Lee Wonho / Hoseok

Genre: fluff, romance

part of the Disney Prince series

Type: Bulletpoint AU

Word Count: 1.9k

born a demigod

son of Zeus and a mortal mother

he absolutely adores his mother

he’s not ashamed to say he’s a mama’s boy

on the other hand, he doesn’t really like to talk about his father

especially since he has these powers

the power of physical strength….

he’s not sure if they’re a good thing or a bad thing

like, sure he likes that he can help the elders carry stuff

you know, like their animals when they’ve broken a leg

or moving their houses to more convenient places

the whole village loves him bc they literally saw him grow up as a kid

he turned out so well for someone without a father

don’t be fooled—he can literally physically crush you like a grape, but he’s literally the sweetest boy

anyways

he’s been living normally

despite the whole ability to rip off a 100 year old tree

and lift up a wall

or a house

or a 200 pound horse

his life has been fairly normal up until the incident

one day, when Hoseok was about 16 years old

a couple of kids were stuck underneath a rock

okay, an understatement

it was a huge ass boulder

anyways

these kids were stuck underneath and Hoseok lifted it to let the kids out

since that day, the elders called him Wonho

meaning a brave lion, the protector of the village

since that day, he’s been doing around helping others a bit more

he started putting himself out there to help people

it was small but these tasks got gradually bigger

it started from saving kids

to fighting against monsters

to saving the entire universe (but that’s another story)

next thing he knew the entire village was calling him a hero

there were statues made of his figure

his face was slapped on e v e r y t h i n g

the gods made a star alignment for his stature

he became one of the most famous faces

some just like to call him a Greek god that fell from the heavens

he still blushes every time someone calls him that

the ladies swoon the hardest when he’s on his Pegasus high in the sky

and the light shines oh so perfectly to emphasize his perfect, chiseled face

geez this man is very attractive and he doesn’t even know it

moving on

it’s important to remember that he did not get to this position alone

he was able to train with/under Hyunwoo

Wonho wanted to understand how he can be a better hero

to protect the ones he loves

and those in the community

he is such a good boy, I want to cry

anyways

he heard about how Hyunwoo trains heroes the best so he made his way over and

here he is

even after completing his training, he continues to work on himself

so if he can’t sleep or when people don’t need help

he would be in the gymnasium to work out

or he’d be doing practice training in an abandoned field that Hyunwoo had set up

as he got older, all he really does is help people and train to be better at what he’s doing

since he’s been helping out, the chaos has decreased significantly and he finds himself wandering elsewhere for adventure

this is how he meets you

I mean, you wouldn’t say you were in danger

but also, you were in the woods and you didn’t know this one all that well

and you may or may not have ended up messing with this lake monster that you def shouldn’t have been messing with

so there you are

in the middle of a lake

being held hostage by some

ugly troll ass, centaur thing

(tbh, you couldn’t really tell what he was, a river guardian???)

I literally mean held btw

you were literally in this creep’s hand bc he’s the size of a giant

so Wonho was walking around the forest with Pegasus, trying to find a new place and see if anyone needed his help

and very faintly he hears something from the distance

“if you don’t put me down, I swear to cut off your balls and rip off your—”

oo he didn’t wanna hear that

but he still rushes towards it

that’s when he spots you in this monster’s hand, struggling to get out

he slowly approaches you two

Wonho: “uh, excuse me? sir? could you, um, let them go?”

you speak up first, without taking two glances at him

You: “keep moving junior, I can handle this—have a nice day”

you flash him a sarcastic smile, hoping he’ll move along with his day

but he doesn’t

instead his shoulders kind of drop for a second, slightly disheartened, but only for a second

because he stands up straighter and pulls out his sword

Wonho: “you might be too close to his situation—I’m sorry to do this without your consent, but I have to do my job”

before anyone can say anything else, Wonho dives in and does what he does best

he fights off the bad guy

next thing you knew, you fell into the water and it’s all a blur

you fished yourself out, trying to dry off

Wonho managed to punch the living daylights out of the river guardian so he was just passed out and drowning in the river

but who cares about him

after Wonho ensures he’s not dead, but unconscious

(and Pegasus does his little cheer for him)

he moves over to you

Wonho: “..... hey”

You: “hi”

Wonho: “are you okay?”

You: “after getting all the water out of my ears, I’ve decided that I’ve been better”

Wonho: “sorry… about that—it was kind of stupid, I should have thought that out better”

You: “you think?”

you eye him up and down as you try to dry off your shoes

You: “they give you a name with those rippling pectorals?”

Wonho flushes, laughing rather awkwardly

Wonho: “they call me Wonho, but you can just call me Hoseok…”

you look at him again

he turns into a deeper shade of red under your eyes

You: “I prefer Wonder Boy”

he lets out another small laugh

Wonho: “what’s—what’s your name?”

you give him yours, as you wring out the bottom of your shirt into the water

he repeats it, with a small smile on his face

Wonho: “soooo, how’d you get mixed up with the—”

you finish for him

You: “the pinhead with hooves?”

he lets a little laugh out

it’s kind of cute

You: “well, you know how men are, they think no means yes and get lost means take me, I’m yours”

you let out an airy laugh as Wonho stands there confused

You: “don’t worry about it, Wonder Boy, you’ll figure it out eventually”

you stand up, ignoring the water that continues to drip down

You: “well, Seok, thanks for the help, but I gotta bounce”

Wonho: “ah…”

he can’t really hide his disappointment: “where—where are you going?”

You: “oh, you know, here and there”

you flash a smile at him: “I’ll see you around”

Wonho: “how?”

You: “life has its ways… bye bye Wonder Boy”

you walk off and disappear into the woods

Wonho finds himself still looking off, even as your figure disappears

Pegasus huffs at him, almost mockingly at how mesmerized he is at your presence

he turns to Pegasus and points a finger at him, as if he’s scolding him

Wonho: “not a word”

he continues to go on and eventually stumbles into a little town

…. your little town :)

obviously he didn’t realize

until he saw you again about a week later

you were hanging around a fruit stand that belonged to your friend’s

you looked just as beautiful as he remembers

and less angry

Wonho: “hey” :)

You: “Wonder Boy, back to me so soon, miss me that much?”

Wonho: “yeah, I did”

you didn’t expect him to be so straightforward

You: “so, you’re just hanging around town?”

Wonho: “it’s kind of like that”

You: “I heard some hero killed the monstrous lion, I should’ve realized it was you Wonder Boy”

Wonho: “ahhh…”

he flushes once again, rubbing the back of his neck

Wonho: “I—I’m no hero”

You: “sure you are, just remember, you are in a new town, take a break while you can”

You: “I will warn you though, it’s hard to find pretty sights in this dump”

Wonho: “I don’t think it’ll be that hard…. not without a guide at least…”

you look at him with a raised eyebrow

Wonho: “tHAt’S iF yoU wANT…. yoU don’T hAVE TO….”

you let out a laugh as he continues to flush into a darker red

he’s a cute boy, might as well shoot your shot

you wave to your friend as a silent goodbye and slowly start to walk off

without looking behind you, you shout out

You: “you coming, Wonder Boy?”

Wonho snaps out of his daydream that’s right in front of him

Wonho: “yes ma’am”

and thus the start of a beautiful relationship

Disney Prince!Wonho is as wonderful as it sounds

he already adores the life out of you

and he basically worships the ground you walk on

(as if you were the one with Greek god genes)

you, on the other hand, think he’s like a little puppy

a puppy that can kill you with his strength

but a puppy

he loves praise

he needs attention

he loves affection

he’s basically a soft, gigantic puppy

this view kind of changed when you saw him in action

I mean you did see him in action that one time

but his life wasn’t really in danger

and lowkey he looks hot fighting

but like….

when he killed the Stymphalian Birds…

when he captured the cattle of Geryon….

I guess you kind of drew the line when you saw Cerberus on your front lawn

(he’s absolutely more adorable than people said, but it is still a three headed giant dog)

you were just concerned for him and the danger he was putting himself in

and Wonho kind of ate that shit up

but he did console you

he became a lot more careful to consider your feelings

that did mean more official training with Hyunwoo

but anything to make you happy

anyways

most of the time, he stays to help the village

the elderly and kiddos there have grown to love him

I mean what’s not to love but

anyways

sometimes he does have to travel a bit farther for the king or something

but he always brings back some type of souvenir for you

he loves to spoil you

when he went to the Amazon, you got the most gorgeous flowers

another time, he brought some golden apples for you

he says it’s to make up the time away from you

and your heart absolutely melted

his presence makes up for it

he’s great okay

anyways

so you know how Pegasus is like his sidekick?

you two bonded

he’s not sure how but

Wonho loves that you and Pegasus get along

but y’all bonded a bit too much

like you two won’t say anything but it’ll be on your faces when you’re judging him

moving on

you haven’t stopped calling him Wonder Boy

some days he prefers it

others, he prefers it when you call him Seok

so, affection

this man needs it

whenever he’s in the same space as you

he’s like touch

it’s not like you’re gonna reject it

even if you roll your eyes, you always run into his arms

when he gets back from his trips

he doesn’t let you go for days

**cue you two waddling around because he’s backhugging you**

humor—while most of yours is dry

he still laughs and goes with it

he tells jokes unknowingly

like some of the stuff he says is ridiculous

and you just burst out laughing

you two are just very attuned with one another

very harmonious

very cute

Wonho: “when I’m with you, I don’t feel so alone”

You: “good thing you’re stuck with me then”

Wonho: “I wouldn’t have it any other way”

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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do you have a list of podfic recs? i listen to a lot of @podfixx but she just has so many it’s hard for me to narrow down what to listen to sometimes. i’d love to give other podfic creators a chance too!

Hi Nonny!!

AHHHH Okay so I am a loser and don’t listen to podfics even though I know I would enjoy it for long road trips, but AHHH I don’t I’m so sorry, so I don’t have any PERSONAL recs, so the BEST I can do is give you a list of fics that I know have Podfics for them, since as I go through my bookmarks and update them, I’ve been adding podfic links to them because I like having my lists be as thorough as possible, so this will ALSO give me a chance for authors who know they have podfics of their stories can add them to my recs and I can add them to my offline list LOL

PODFICS

BOOKMARKED FICS

To the Nines by suitesamba (M, 2,724 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Magical Realism, Pining, Angst, John Whump, Time Travel, Fortunes, Time Jumps) – John skips forward in time, and Sherlock reads the signs that point to nine. John knows he’ll eventually be with Sherlock, but the waiting is nearly impossible, and his body is a lot more than transport. A foray into magical realism where all the canon events occur, and a hell of a lot more.

Time on my hands by Mildredandbobbin (M, 7,179 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, One Night Stands, Mutual Pining, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Sexual Exploration / Discovery) – Virginity’s a construct, a concept—what does losing one’s virginity entail for a gay man anyway? Sherlock wants to fill that particular gap in his knowledge but John won’t, can’t, never will assist and there’s only so much desperately unspoken pining even Sherlock can take.

Software Malfunction by tiger_in_the_flightdeck (E, 16,679 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Android Sherlock, Love Story, Unhappy Ending, Angst, Suicide, Jealousy) – “You think I can’t love you? Just because you’re made with metal, and detailed programming?” The doctor propped himself on his elbow, and looked down at it. “I am nothing but blood and bone, and tissue. Things just managed get mashed together in a manner that made me like this. Just like you were put together to make you how you are. When I kiss you-” he did so, briefly, to prove his point. Then more deeply, and lingering, because he could. “When I touch you, or smile at you, does it make you feel different from when others have done it in the past?”

Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, 47,709 w., 12 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Case Fic, Fluff, Romance, Frottage, Angst, Anal, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Spas / Massages, Shampoo, Jealousy) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results.

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary’s wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn’t exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues – just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (NR [E], 54,437 w., 50 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV, Light Humour, Reconnecting, Declarations of Love) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (CanadaHolm) (M, 72,684 w., 18 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-THoB, John Whump, Protective Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Suspense, Virus, Sickfic, Big Brother Mycroft) – They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril. They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear. Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods. Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

The Heart In The Whole by verityburns (E, 101,650 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TGG Canon Divergence, Drama & Angst, H/C, First Time, Blind Sherlock) – Events after ‘The Great Game’ leave Sherlock dependent on his best friend and colleague. But John has a secret of his own…

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It’s 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn’t need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it’s a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

Performance In a Leading Role by Mad_Lori (E, 156,714 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Hollywood / Actor AU, Secret Relationship, Falling in Love, Slow Burn, Romance, Coming Out, Fluff and Angst, Pining) – Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world? Part 1 of Performance in a Leading Role

Gimme Shelter by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (E, 159,368 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || 70′s Surfer AU || Period Typical Homophobia, Hawaii, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Professional Surfers, Gay John / Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John was a Sailor, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining) – All John Watson wants is the feeling of a freshly waxed surfboard under his feet and the hot California sun baking down onto his back. To finally go pro in the newly formed world of professional surfing and leave the dark memories of his past behind him as he rips across the face of a towering blue barrel. To lounge beside the beach bonfire every evening with an ice cold beer tucked into the cool sand beside him and listen to Pink Floyd and the Doors while the saltwater dries in his sun bleached hair. That’s all he wants, that is, until the hot young phenom taking Oahu and the Hawaiian shores by storm steps up next to him in the sand in the second round of the 1976 International Surf Competition. (PUBLISHED AS ‘The Sea Ain’t Mine Alone’)

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

“TO READ” FICS

Curlock by 88thParallel (G, 1,285 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Sherlock’s Hair, Fluff, Ficlet) – How Sherlock learned to control and appreciate the incredible gift he was born with, and the man who helped him sort it out.

Letters, the Writing of by earlgreytea68 (G, 2,416 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF/Hiatus) – While he’s dead, Sherlock writes John letters. Part 1 of the Letters series

Let’s Say I Let You In by kedgeree (E, 9,972 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Halloween, Costume Kink, Est. Rel., Humour, Smut, Vampire Sherlock, Bloodplay, Biting, Romance) – It’s Halloween and Sherlock’s vampire costume is turning John on, but Sherlock doesn’t quite get the idea of a sexy vampire. At least…not at first. Part 4 of the Holidays series

Almost Home by Berty (E, 13,871 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate First Meeting, Captain John, Pining John, University Student Sherlock, Gay Bar, First Time, Anal, Mutual Masturbation, Protective Big Brother Mycroft, POV John, Time Skips, Memories, Angst With Happy Ending) – He pulls out the ID card – the one that Sherlock had somehow seen when he was buying drinks at that awful club. He’s had other ID cards since then but he’s hung on to this one for some reason. He looks at the image of his face, young and pale and idealistic, and he knows that just a month later that man would have found and lost the love of his life within a week, and even knowing that, John wouldn’t change a single thing.

Heart on a String by AngelSpirit (E, 23,257 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate First Meeting, First Kiss / Time, Infidelity, Angst, Fluff, Kidlock/Teenlock, Mentions of Recreational Drug Use) – John and Sherlock got married with Cracker Jack rings when they were 7 yrs old. It wasn’t official, but for their whole lives they took it very seriously.

Common Tongues: Unassuming Brilliance by jinglebell (E, 41,174 w., 11 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Anal, Rimming, Snowballing, Language Kink, Blow Jobs, BAMF John, Size Difference, Height Difference, Sapiosexual Sherlock, Barebacking, Size Queen) – John may be predictably average in most things, but there are a handful of areas in which he knows he is uncommonly skilled. He can make a great cup of tea, for one. He’s also good at patching folks up, putting bullets precisely where he wants them, and listening.The one skill that John is perhaps most exceptional in, though, is language. John is a polyglot.

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 43,936 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Time, Post-TRF) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns. Post-Reichenbach.

Command Structure by 221b_hound (E, 49,034 w., 16 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post TRF / Not S3 Compliant, Dom/Sub Play, Dom John/Sub Sherlock, Oral/Anal, Anal Fingering, Frottage, Past Child Abuse, Anxiety Attacks, Captain Watson, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective John, Slow Build, PTSD Sherlock, Consensual, Past Dub Con, Rimming) – Sherlock Holmes returns from his hunt to destroy Moriarty’s network. He comes home to John, and at long last they start this thing between them that couldn’t begin while Moriarty threatened them. But Sherlock has returned fractured and suffering anxiety attacks. He thinks he needs discipline - the whip - to help him focus and be strong. But his problems are deeper and run back to a childhood of neglect. John Watson is prepared to be Sherlock’s Captain, but he’s a doctor too. His command style isn’t about pain and subjugation. It’s about care and responsibility: and those concepts go in both directions in Captain Watson’s command structure.

Saccharomyces cerevisiae (Baker’s Yeast) by yaycoffee (E, 60,879 w., 13 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Unplanned Pregnancy / One Night Stand, Drunken Sex, First Kiss/Time, Bit of Case Fic, Sally/Sherlock Drunk Sex First Ch.) – Sometimes, one makes an imprudent decision born of a devastating combination of drink and sentiment. Sometimes, the consequences of that decision take on a life of their own. And sometimes, the facing of those consequences shapes every aspect of one’s life–from the hugely meaningful down to the seemingly insignificant. Part 1 of the Knows His Own series

Perpetual Motion by Fay (orphan_account) (E, 75,789 w., 31 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Romance, Unconventional Relationship, Renegotiation of Boundaries, Virgin Sherlock, Changing Sexuality, Masturbation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Sex Toys, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Humour, Grieving, Light Bondage, First Kiss / Time, Hand Jobs, Quarrels, Shower Sex, Pillow Humping/Frottage, Oral Sex, Slight Self-Harm, Chastity Device) – Everyone thinks that they’re a couple, but Sherlock’s self-sexual and John’s straight, so they’re never going to fall in love, are they? Even if neither of them can imagine life without the other.

The Blog of Eugenia Watson by Mad_Lori (G, 95,026 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || OC POV, Parentlock, Teenagers, Diary / Blogging / Journal, Family, Humour) – I like to think of this not so much as a blog but as the first draft of my inevitably best-selling memoirs. My Life In an Unconventional Family. How unconventional? Well, I live with my divorced parents and my dad’s husband. How’s that for starters? Trust me, it gets weirder.My name is Eugenia Watson, but you can call me Genie. I’m sixteen. This is my life. Note: Work is marked complete for now and is on hiatus, having reached a convenient stopping point. Additional chapters may be added in the future.

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn’t truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes.” Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

Drift Compatible by J_Baillier (E, 130.380 w., 26 Ch. || Pacific Rim Fusion || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate First Meeting, Angst, Family Drama, Accidental Telepathic Voyeurism, Martial Arts, Sci-Fi, Internalised Homophobia, Rubbish Siblings, Army Doctor John, Medical H/C, Bullying, Neurodiversity, PTSD, Drug Use, Depression, Mourning, Adventure, Hurt/Comfort, UST/URT) – A washed out war hero struggling with his past. A prodigy who wants nothing to do with his family legacy. Both are looking for something—and someone—worth fighting for in a world where human civilisation is constantly under threat.

Nature and Nurture by earlgreytea68 (M, 203,273 w., 57 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Parentlock, Cloning, Kidlock, Dev. Rel.) – The British Government accidentally clones Sherlock Holmes. Which brings a baby to 221B Baker Street. Part 1 of Nature & Nurture

Radioactive Trees In A Red Forest by Maribor_Petrichor (E, 280,251 w., 73 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S4, Suicidal Ideations, Alcohol / Rx Drug Abuse, Coming Out / Bisexual John, Seizures, Past/Referenced/Implied Child Abuse, Hallucinations, Rehab, Celibacy, Sobriety / Relapse, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Grief/Mourning, Psychological Trauma, Nice /Not Anti-Mary, John’s POV, Parentlock, First Time, Angst, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending) – John Watson is what happens when a man can no longer see a reason to go on. John Watson is what happens when a man starts to let go. “It is what it is.” John Watson is what happens when what “it is” becomes too much to bear. This is a story of the life, death, and resurrection of John Hamish Watson.

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