#it’s the dollhouse lover in me

[killvampz]

creates terrible insane au in my sick and fucked up head

#what is this? the karl jacobs dollhouse? idk #but like. tell me it makes sense. i think it does #silly guy tormented by the universe and his scorned lover #quackity #karl jacobs #quackity fanart #karl jacobs fanart #honq #karlity

[chrollohearttags]

🆆🅴🅻🅲🅾🅼🅴 🆃🅾 🅳🆁🅴🅰🅼🅻🅰🅽🅳

cherry • she/her • twentysum • reiner’s poundcake + ace’s twin flame • black women’s safe haven | lover of sweets, dress up and all things anime.

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1-800-PARADISE | DIAL 777 FOR HEAVEN

𝕟𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥

🎆 that’s all me

🎆 tell me where it hurts

🎆 snooze

🎆 french tips

🎆 official reverb masterlist

🎆 settling in

𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦

🏙️ the commissions queue • multi

🌃 mic check: Miami Heat • aot musician au

🌃 lifeline • eren jaeger + erwin smith

🌃 personal trainer!zoro • roronoa zoro

🌃 400 Degrees • portgas d. ace

🌃 my dress up darling • onyakopon

🌌 the dollhouse discord server

🌃 reverb: chapter thirteen

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please do not plagiarize, copy, translate or repost my works without permission. all works are property of chrollohearttags.

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[foreverdolly]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ welcome to my dollhouse- i hope you play for a while. . .

my most recent fic post: savage bonds part 2

❉ dolly ❉ 25 ❉ a virgo. . . but the cheeky kind

i wish that i was born in the fifties so that i could have experienced the 60's and 70's in my prime. wanna talk about cute boys? message me, ya filthy lil animals.

make sure to explore my masterlist guide!

i'll be turning my requests back on the second that i finish "fake dating", "be my lover" and "i just ride"

forever dreaming about elvis. forever dreaming about austin. forever dreaming about rockstars and men that i can't ever have.

xoxo

-forever dolly

. . . come on baby, let's play house! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

i do not permit anyone to translate or post any of my works on any other sites. no form of plagiarism will be tolerated!

#navigation #foreverdolly #wips #fic wips #about the author #about my blog #elvis presley #austin butler #eddie munson

[heartfullofleeches]

Imagining K and timid bestie reader meeting back in grade school like

K: You! Nerd! You’re my friend now >:D

Reader, too scared to say no: o-okay 🥲

Poor Baby Reader... K means well, but she's pretty spoiled and definitely didn't know how to interact with the general public after getting everything thrown at her - but she insisted on going to public school. Reader works up all of their courage to pick up a labybug and protect it from their classmates who want to crush it which inadvertently leads to K immediately developing a crush on them being the bug lover she is. Beats the bullies asses' and hardly faces any trouble because of who her parents are. Brings one of her pet spiders to impress her new best friend, but prolly ends up terrifying them in the process. Reader is scared shitless of K because of what she did to their classmates and because she just keeps staring at them in class, but while they think she's imagining throwing them in a bit of hungry spiders - she's thinking of Reader proposing to her with a spooky spider ring.

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Reader: P...please don't hurt me...

K: Hurt you? Why would I ever hurt you, silly? Who in their right mind would hurt their best friend?

Reader: Best... friend?

K: Yeah! You're so much cooler than everyone else here. Everyone just wants to be my friend so they can play with my big dumb dollhouses, but they always run away when they see my babies crawling around inside. If they weren't such losers and got to know them they'd like them just as much as I do. You'll get to know me before you try to run away, won't you?

Reader: I guess?...

K: Yay! I knew you'd love me! We're going to be the best of friends..

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere blurb #K my oc

[limerenceheart]

ruin me all you want, i don't mind if it's you.

starring - yan! jing yuan

trigger warnings - implied stockholm syndrome and physical violence

i saw a fanart this quote and i liked it so much that i'm turning it into a hsr fic lmao.

you never thought that you would be in this mess. the odd horror story of another person becoming too infatuated with someone else never fazed you a lot.

the thing is you never paid enough attention regarding the ending, it should be logical that cutting off ties should be the ending.

but when feelings are involved, anything could happen.

feelings should never been underestimated and your current predicament is a prime example. living with an acquaintance that offered short accommdation for an exploration trip should just been a simple thing.

absence make the heart grow fonder though and you under evaluated how a certain man like you that much.

he say love, you say obsession but is what the difference? love mean letting someone go but treating someone like a doll trapped in a dollhouse is not love.

obsession is a dangerous thing, clouding the ability of judgement so your pleas to Jing Yuan would always fall on deaf ears.

"stop this nonsense, exploration trips mean facing the unknown which is dangerous. "

"at least with me, you will always be safe even if i'm away."

you felt the second half of his statement, you could roam freely outside but the cloud knights and lower generals would always offer a helping hand.

it was unnerving, almost like jing yuan created a surveillance unit just for you. the general wasn't that impulsive though, unwanted attention was not ideal so he played a charade of being his partner by forcing you to attend a political party with him.

you remember the jealous stares that others shot your way with your arm interlinked with the general at the ballroom but you just wanted to let out a bittersweet laugh.

and when you did, jing yuan asked you what was funny where you snapped and dug your heel into his shoe.

the next day, you made a vow never to make him angry again, the general become a whole another person with rage. the scars still lingered on your arms.

so you decided to give in, you could not beat him so might as well make your life easier. maybe one day, he might change his mind and let you go.

a slim chance.

you still couldn't help but imagine it though.

jing yuan did started interrogating you when your behaviour started changing from no longer rejecting his acts of affection along with actually engaging conversation with him.

it was startling how things just click into place, almost like friends from lovers trope. maybe jing yuan was your soul mate but he was too impatience to win your heart over.

but you no longer care about consent. you would do anything to make your life easier.

so when jing yuan guided you to the bedroom with your hand grasped in his, you broke the silence first.

"ruin me all you want, i don't mind if it's you."

#yandere honkai star rail #honkai star rail #yandere jing yuan #yandere jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan #yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader

[yetanothersparrowofthedawn]

Love Songs and Shit (Extended Masterpost)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x YN

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Fluff, Smut (honestly it varies depending on the chapter)

Wordcount: if only I knew...

Plot: YN is a popular American singer-songwriter who, on a rainy evening in 2018, crossed path with the members of Greta Van Fleet. It didn't take long for the usually detached and fiercely independent girl to experience an unfamiliar itch. As she put pen to paper, it seemed a certain long-haired guitarist had her thinking about writing love songs and shit.

Concept: Each Album is a period of YN's journey, each track is a song she wrote after a specific chapter, so basically her discography is a chronological story of her life (with Jake, mostly). I'm currently not posting chapters in chronological order, but everything is organized in chronological order on this Masterpost.

Disclaimer: All the album covers are paintings by Norwegian painter Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen I edited. So, credit to that guy.

Also some chapters may involve triggering themes, I'll add the specific trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter. Stay safe, besties.

(PREQUEL)Debut Album: "Remain Nameless" => NOT YET STARTED

Old Money

Seven

Blue Velvet

Lost at Sea

Bel Air

South London Forever

This is what makes us girls

Dollhouse

All-American Bitch

Hope There’s Someone

Grace

idontwannabeyouanymore

Remain Nameless

Brutal

Rabbit Heart

National Anthem

2nd Album: "Sweet Nothings" => NOT YET STARTED

The Night We Met

Ride

Lover to Lover

Body Electric

Moves

Hiding

Hope is a Dangerous thing for me to have

Love Song

Sweet nothings

3rd Album: "Let the Light In" => NOT YET STARTED

Wildest dreams

All the girls you've loved before

Cornelia street

How Big, How blue, How beautiful

Dress

Love

Always Remember Us This Way

Let the Light In

Lover

4th Album: "How to Disappear" => NOT YET STARTED

The Next Best American Record

King

Brooklyn Baby

How to Disappear

Mariners Apartment Complex

Norman Fucking Rockwell

Watercolor Eyes

Sky Full of Song

One step forward, three steps back

Out of the woods

5th Album: "The Greatest" => NOT YET STARTED

Happiness is a Butterfly

Swan song

Too Good at Goodbyes

Favorite Crime

You're Losing Me

Without You

The Greatest

6th album: "Long & Lost" => IN PROGRESS

Hits Different (coming soon..)

Now that we don’t talk

Beautiful People with Beautiful Problems

Long & Lost (coming next)

Is it over Now? (coming soon..)

All This and Heaven Too

7th Album: "St Jude" => DONE

California

Secrets from a Girl

Style

The Way I loved You

St Jude

All You Had to do Was Stay

Honeymoon

Happier than ever

8th Album: "The End of Love" => ON HIATUS

The Bomb

Prayer Factory

River

All too well

Caught

Stargirl Interlude

Getaway car

Angels like you

Various Storms and Saints

Leave my Body

Cassandra

The End of Love

9th Album: "Dream Girl Evil" => NOT YET STARTED

Carmen

A&W

Hometown Glory

Dream Girl Evil

Swimming

Restraint

Sober

Sober II

Heaven Is Here

June

God knows I tried

Never Let Me Go

(SEQUEL) 10th Album: "Margaret" => NOT YET STARTED

Morning Elvis

Girls against God

Mama who bore me

Patricia

Did you know that there's a tunnel under ocean boulevard?

Kitsungi

Back in Town

I Drink Wine

Back to December

Margaret

#gretavanfleet #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fanfic #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet imagines #greta van fleet x reader #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fanfiction #jake kiszka imagine #jake kiszka imagines #greta van fic #jake gvf #jake kiszka #danny gvf #gvf #josh gvf #sam gvf #sam kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #greta van smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #jacob thomas kiszka #jtk x reader #gvf fic #gvf fanfiction

[littlemisspascal]

New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

So sorry for the slow update! Life's been...a lot lately but hopefully it'll calm down soon!

New Works Added ✨

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Pero Tovar’s Desires / Frankie A Bumpy Road / Whiskey Unwillingly Bonded / @pedropascalsx Dave Surrogate Love

@pedrito-friskito Pero Take My Hand

@sirowsky Pero Collision

@gnpwdrnwhiskey Dieter Conversations with a Movie Star

@pennyserenade Dieter Three’s Company 

@julesonrecord Dieter A Taste of Honey

@something-tofightfor Dieter A Kiss While Baking / Frankie I Miss You Kiss / Angry Kiss / Javier A Lazy Kiss

@saradika Din Bleed For Me

@novemberrain-writes Din On The Road to Corvus

@imabeautifulbutterfly Din Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest +  Choice

@dindjarindiaries Din Hand Over Heart + When It Rains, It Pours + Ruin Me

@brewsterispunkk Din + Javier + Pero  Find You Again / Joel Angel of Small Death

@psychedelic-ink Frankie Sweet Thing + Pick Me, Choose Me/ Dave Dollhouse / Ezra All the Good Girls Go to Hell / Pero Menuet / Joel Rises the Moon + Cry Baby / Whiskey Stellar Riders / Din Fear Not The Abyss

@alwaysbethewest Frankie Put Yourself in My Place 

@criticallyacclaimedstranger Frankie Not A Day Too Soon

@oogaboogasphincter Frankie Band-Aid

@moonlight-prose Frankie Future Lover

@juletheghoul Frankie Chores

@the-blind-assassin-12 Ezra If This One Wasn’t Enough + Taking Root / Din Quiet & Still / Frankie As Clear As Day / Joel Better Than None

@boliv-jenta Maxwell It Could Be Better

@tightjeansjavi Joel From Eden + Girl, I’ve Never Loved One Like You + Mornin’ Sunshine

@lavendertales Joel Dark Times

@popcornforone Joel Monday Moods / Thief Stolen Looks / Dieter Professional

@wheresarizona Joel Bluebonnet

@guess-my-next-obsession Joel In The Cold, Cold Night

@beskarandblasters Joel New York or Nowhere + Playing With Fire / Din Breaking In the New House

@beecastle Javi G Music Box

@missredherring Marcus M Snap

@stardustandskycrystals Marcus M You’re Not Playing Fair 

@toomanystoriessolittletime Dave Revenge

@pedropascalsx Dave 124 Days & 124,000 Commands

@wildemaven Dave From the Window / Javier Until Now, Until You

@wardenparker @absurdthirst Tim Private Dick

@heyhilana Whiskey Yoga

@bluestar22x Whiskey The Riding Lesson

@never--doubt Whiskey Black and White

#my library #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[cicimunson]

Masterlist

Eddie Munson Fics:

Dollhouse (Eddie x Female Reader Series) (angst, slow burn)

Blood and Roses (Vampire Eddie x Female Reader Series) (angst)

Sweet Child of Mine (Eddie x Female Reader Series) (enemies to lovers)

Ruin Me (Eddie x Virgin Female Reader Series) (smut)

Dungeons and Darlings (Eddie Munson x Female Reader Series)

Do You Wanna Touch Me There? (Eddie Munson x Female Reader one shot) (smut)

Tease Me, Please Me (Eddie Munson x Female Reader one shot) (sexual situation in public)

Last Night on Earth (Eddie Munson x Female Reader one shot) (smut, angst)

The Winner (Eddie Munson x Female Reader one shot) (smut)

Quickie (Eddie Munson x Female Reader one shot) (van sex, smut)

Flake (Eddie Munson x Female Reader one shot) (little angst, fluff)

Crush (Eddie Munson x Female Reader one shot) (making out, fluff)

More to Me (Eddie Munson x Female Reader one shot) (angst, smut)

Bunny (Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader) (smut)

His Bard and Her Rogue (Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader) (protective Eddie Munson. little angst, fluff)

There's 2 Chubbies in This Story and One is Eddie's D- (Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader) (insecure reader, smut)

Roll a Natural 20 (Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader) (fluff)

Steve Harrington Fics:

Who Takes Care of You? (Steve Harrington x Female Reader) (comforting Steve, slight sexual situations)

Dirty Mouth (Steve Harrington x Plus Size Female Reader) (smut)

Release (Steve Harrington x Female Reader) (smut)

How Steve Got His Groove Back (Steve Harrington x Plus Size Reader) (smut)

Christmas and New Year's (2 part series, Steve Harrington x Plus Size Reader) (smut)

Steve x Eddie x Reader Fics:

Bite Me (Eddie x Steve x Female Reader) (smut)

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things masterlist #eddie munson masterlist #steve harrington masterlist #steddie masterlist #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie x reader #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #steddie smut #plus size reader #female reader #reader insert #one shot #smut #fluff #angst #stranger things angst

[hwaitham]

this zayne card ᐡ o̴̶̷̥᷄ ̫ o̴̶̷̥᷅ ᐡ it feels a bit like something of a most magical, faraway dream to me . . . playing a more placated form of 'tag' with him in the orchards on a midsummer's morning, as fair and fresh as they come — never a cloud in the sky, the sun dancing over the stream, robins flying past your shoulders in a burst of song and laughter.

"catch me if you can!" the wind carries your voice back to zayne as you hop between patches of cobblestone and twirl round and bout the trees some few metres before him, sparing kittenish giggles and glances his way that all but melt his heart into sweet frosting. the smile gracing your lips reaches your eyes and oh, it's just so lovely and you're just so dreamy that it makes his heart thump, and thump, and thump, and then some — enough so that he has trouble willing it to be still and his vision starts to turn a tad fuzzy. "zayneee, come on, you're so slow!"

paying your petulance little heed, your lover dallies after you with a chuckle and a shake of his head, gait remaining slow and lazy and unhurried because he's really in no rush to pass this game along.

it may only be one midsummer's morning in a lifetime ahead of mornings to be spent with you, yet he'd immortalize this moment if the universe so allowed it — the smell of sugar and butter wafting from your flouncy blouse and into the gentle zephyr that sweeps past his nose, juicy fruit falling from the trees to the ground, the bunch of bumblebees that buzz amongst themselves about the two humans frolicking in their abode, the sultry haze of a morning spent in love.

zayne's steps come to a halt when he notices he's already reached the gates to the orchard and you stand before him on the other side, plum blossoms swaying to and fro about your face. "you're not going to run? silly girl—" another step towards you and he wraps his fingers just above where yours lay on the gate. "it's almost as if you're asking to be caught."

his breath is of mint and coffee and your heart twirls as he draws near, reaching between the rusty metal poles to take you by your waist and kiss you. softly, tenderly, slowly, slowly. he kisses you and suddenly you feel a certain heat pressing its palms on either side of your neck (whether it is of the sun or of your lover, you're not entirely sure). you'll crumble beneath it — of this much you're sure, like a cookie having gone dipped too long in milk.

but before you can do so — before you can sink to the floor following the wobbly knock of your knees, zayne pulls back. at least, as far back as he can pull before you curl your tiny fists into the collar of his shirt to keep him close, barring the existence of rusty iron poles that separate you. your eyes and lips are both love-glazed and he realizes you hold your aching heart for him within your trembling hands; you're a dollhouse and you've given him the keys.

"perhaps i wouldn't mind being caught, if it means i'd be kept by you."

#< zayne 3 #i rolled this card earlier in the day n experienced such a visceral reaction seeing it .. ahhh i cry i cry i cry ;w; #how my heart weeps the more i look at it ..! is j so dewy n tender n custardy n n n #my lips tingle in anticipation of the kiss 2 be shared .. Sawblezzz ! ! ! ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

[percesdead]

songs that remind me of marauders characters bc why not??

remus lupin - sweater weather - the neighbourhood

sirius black - good old fashioned lover boy - queen

james potter - paper rings - taylor swift

peter pettigrew - this is home - cavetown

lily evans - team - lorde

marlene mckinnon - the blonde - tv girl

regulus black - dollhouse - melanie martinez

barty crouch jr - i would hate me too - tx2

evan rosier - the biddging - tally hall

dorcas meadowes - just all of ethel cain

#marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #evan rosier #james potter #barty crouch jr #dorcas meadowes #peter pettigrew #lily evans #marlene mckinnon

[sweetracha]

Dollhouse Chapter 2:

It's A Barbie World

Product Details: Psychological Horror, Angst, & Smut (consensual)

Choking Hazard: Kidnapping, Being held against your will, Mental manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, delusional fantasies, Physical harm, abuse, and Minho being the villain.

This story is in collaboration with @goblinracha

Golden light leaked through the slight crack in the rose-colored curtains. You began to appreciate how the room took on a subtle peach tone during sunrise. Han was usually fast asleep in his bed around this time. After learning about what the poor soul has endured, the least you could do was let him sleep. Your eyes followed the grain of the pink carpet until it harshly turned blue, a lovely teal this time of the morning. They kept on their path until you set on the body in the blue starry bed. The pajamas he wore were the silk baby blue ones with white buttons and pants to match. You smiled knowing he slept in comfort, he told you how the cold material soothed his lingering bruises. 

He gifted you with this information after your first official play session. You were terrified as Minho entered the room and announced it was time to play. Playing? All you knew about play was what Han told you during your meetings in the haven of the pantry. 

“Y/n, please listen to me” Han pushed you off as you tried to kiss him again. You weren’t sure if it was comfort or lust but his hold made you feel some semblance of sanity. 

“Han, please, We both know we don’t have much time! He can be back from the store any minute now. Please don’t push me out Han” You weren't sure why you were about to cry. Honestly, you weren’t sure of anything anymore. You just knew you needed him. 

“Y/n, just listen” Han held your face to look at him, soft, unlike Minho’s harsh grip. “You need to follow Minho’s rules tomorrow”

“I always do! You know I–”

“No tomorrow is different. We are going to play. Minho loves playtime more than anything in the world, it's why he created us in the first place! But it means he is the most hostile in these moments. One slip up and well…” Han began to choke up. “Please Y/n, I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.”

“Shhhh Han it’s okay. I’ll listen to him, I'll do it for you. Okay, oh please don’t cry, please.” It was your turn to dry his tears. It was terrifying how volatile your emotions are. 

“Promise me y/n”

“I promise, Hannie. I Promise.”

The following day you woke up to a weight on your bed. The soft smile of a sweet lover slowly melted off your face when you saw it was Minho. He never woke you up like this, no he always woke Han up first. The schedule always went; Minho woke up his Ken, then as a good boyfriend does Ken wakes up Barbie, Minho is always still present in the room, calling the shots like a little kid playing with their dollies. From there he gets you ready for the day which consists of simple housewife activities like cooking, cleaning, and caring for ‘Ken’. You didn’t like how this morning felt. 

“Good morning Barbie, are you going to say good morning to Mommy?” the sickly sweet slime that dripped from his venomous tongue was not going to fool you. He was sugar in your morning tea, but you knew the dangers that he hides at the bottom of his cup.

“Good morning Mommy” The roll of your eyes didn’t go unnoticed by him. All of a sudden nails dug into the soft skin of your cheeks. Cat claws debated on drawing blood.

“Behave Barbie” Cold stone eyes bour deep into yours. “Mommy is not afraid to give you your first punishment Barbie. You’ve been here long enough to know I demand to have a good girl.”

“Yes Mommy” you bowed your head in submission. You promised Han. 

“Good girl! That’s mommy’s pretty little Barbie doll. Now go wait in the bathroom, I need to wake up Ken.” He patted your face. The final blow was sharper than the first two, a warning left biting your skin.

You sat in the stylist chair staring into the mirror. Blank is the only way to describe it, you were blank. Your emotions were diluted with water and your face was not your own. Did you always smile that way or did Minho condition that part too? When did you last smile? 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Minho entering the room with Han in tow. The former’s hair stuck up at an odd angle, the look of sorrow told you he was probably yanked out of bed. If that didn’t give it away, the way Han was shoved forcefully into the blue parlor chair next to you did. Through the side of your eye and the upturn on your lip, you offered comfort.

“Alright Barbie and Ken” There was always a jingle in his voice when he spoke to you two in the ‘beauty salon’. The bells in his song made it clear this was his favorite activity with you two. “Mommy has an extra special day planned! Today is your first playtime Barbie! Are you excited?” Minho picked up the comb and walked over to you first.

You gave a stiff nod and a plastic expression to his statement. Warning alarms rang through you as you tried to make the right choices today. Obviously, that was the wrong one as the comb harshly pulled your hair back.

“Oops, You had a bit of a knot in your hair Barbie. Mommy asked you a question, doll.”

“Yes Mommy, I am excited about playtime” Your reply seemed to please Minho enough that he softened his technique. 

What was playtime anyways? Han didn’t have time to give you enough detail but the way he acted terrified you. Was it sexual? You feel like all this had to be sexual in some way but why wait 6 months? If you were going to kidnap someone for sex this was a long drawn-out plan. But Minho was used to waiting. He played you like an instrument for many months before it got to where you are now. 

He seemed to care so much though. Whenever you were Barbie he treated you like a princess. Sometimes he could get out of line sure but he had never hurt you badly. Maybe you were acting out of line? Perhaps you should be grateful for all of this. Minho was standing right in front of your, holding you as if you were going to break, applying your makeup. He even carefully reminded you not to move when he was curling your hair. He said he didn’t want to hurt his Barbie. Sometimes he just had to. 

Your eyes followed Minho’s path out of your mirror and into Ken’s. He gave Ken the same kind of treatment he gave you, even kissing the spot he tugged on earlier. Maybe Ken did deserve some minor punishment. Did he not see Mommy was just trying to keep you both safe and cared for? Ken seemed to appreciate it though, then why did he say he didn’t when you two were in the pantry? In the pantry, Ken seemed so sure Mommy was a bad person but that can’t be true! Mommy loved you and Ken. He was wrong, Han was wrong.

Wait, Han was wrong? What are you thinking? Han is not Ken, Ken is not Han. You are not Barbie! Whatever mind games Minho was playing won’t work anymore. Han, Han, Han, you just had to keep that name in your head like a motto. Ken is not real, Mommy is not real, and sure as hell Barbie is not real. Han is real, he is safe. You will never let yourself forget that.

As Minho finished dressing Han up, you got a look at yourself in the mirror. You recognized this outfit anywhere. The one-piece strapless bathing suit was iconic down to its black and white stripes. Even your hair was done to match the classic Beach Barbie doll. Anyone would look at you and think you were a full-time Barbie impersonator. You guess in some ways you are.

Minho ushered you both out of your seats and into the hallways. Instead of taking a left into the main body of the house, however, you take a right. In front of you was a locked room you never dared to try before. Whatever twisted thoughts that were in Minho’s head, lived behind that lock. Of course, Minho had the key.

When he opened it, Han was the first to rush in. Like a kid in a candy store, you had never seen him more excited. Minho offered you a sweet smile as his hand on your lower's back pushed you through. To say you were confused was an understatement. There was sand covering the whole floor. Where the sand met the wall, a fake ocean and sunset sky were painted. 

Hand-painted, some of the clouds still seemed wet. There were two beach towels and umbrellas set up in the corner, a tiki bar along the wall, and a section of actual water in a little pink pool. So this was playtime.

Minho took his position on a little black stool in the corner of the room. He gave Han a simple nod and Ken seemed to know what to do. He laid down on the beach towel and looked out over the ‘sunset’. Minho softly spoke to you.

“Barbie, Mommy is going to start playing now. All you have to do is follow Ken’s lead. If Mommy wants to change something, he will speak up. Be a good girl and play nice for Mommy” That last bit was laced with toxic intentions.

You lay down next to Han on the pink beach towel. He took your hand softly and looked deep into your eyes. Han was telling you this was going to be alright, that he was right there. So boldly in front of Minho too. You wanted to embrace him for this kind gesture. He was safe.

“Barbie thank you for spending this day with me. I know I should be watching the sunset but you are too beautiful.”

WAIT WHAT? He was just preparing the scene? He really wasn’t there was he? Han was gone, Minho was gone, and you were all alone with Ken and Mommy

“BARBIE!” you heard a snarling shout from the corner of the room. “Play.” was all his frigid voice said

You looked at Ken, you could do this. You had to do this, for Han.

“Oh Ken” you wanted to vomit on your inflection. “It really was um a fun day and all. I had so much fun ummm on the beach” What were you even meant to say?

“You aren’t a broken doll, yet. Try harder Barbie” Minho quipped before Ken’s next line.

“Oh, Barbie! I’m so glad you had fun riding the waves and taking in the sun! A day at the beach isn’t complete without you Barbie” When did his sweet, almost British accent get replaced by a surfer? 

“Ken, thank you. Maybe we could do this again sometime?” what were you doing?

“Really Barbie! That would be like totally rad!”

“Ken and Barbie go swimming” Minho interjected like a director for a low-budget high school play.

“Barbie, you know what's like totally romantic? Swimming during sunset. Let's go take a dip” Ken was able to flip the script like a professional, it scared you honestly.

You didn’t want to go swimming. You didn’t want to play along anymore. It was time for you to go home, actually home. In your real bed, with your real food, and your real closet. You and Han could visit a real beach and swim in the real ocean. You were over it. 

Ken lifted you up bridal style and walked you over to the kiddie pool. He slowly began to lower you in but you stopped him.

“NO I’M OVER THIS SHIT MINHO” you yelled so loud you closed your eyes to project it. However, that meant you missed Minho’s boiling red skin.

“What did you just say, you little BRAT” Minho screamed and threw his chair against the wall. He stalked up to you like you were prey. 

“I SAID NO MORE! MINHO YOU HAVE FUCKING LOST IT. LET HAN AND I GO! HE WANTS TO LEAVE YOU TOO” Now Minho was face to face with you, the heat that radiated off of him was hot enough to burn. 

“Han do you want to leave,” Minho asked like ice once more but his eyes never left yours.

“Mommy, who are you talking to?” Han asked with that sickly sweet sugary tone he greeted you with on day one.

“Exactly, Ken put her in the pool”

“But she said—”

“Ken I will get my boots out if she isn’t in the pool in the next three seconds” 

Han so much as dropped you in, your tailbone meeting the floor through the thin plastic. Minho kneed down and took your hair into a fist. He forced you to look at him.

“Should have been a good girl”

Before you knew it your face was being shoved under the water. You fought back as much as possible but Minho’s force kept you under. Your legs kicked violently but were soon held down by who you assumed was Ken. Water quickly filled your lungs as your eyes stung. It felt like razor blades were cutting you up from the inside. The pink bottom was starting to dim and you couldn’t fight it any longer. Your eyes fell shut and your body went limp. Minho had won.

A violent light overtook your vision and overwhelmed all your senses. You could hear everything around you from the wood floors settling to worried shallow breaths. Then you could feel anything touching you. Fuzz, silk, plush, and cold. Your smell is what came next. Immediately you cringed at the smell of mildew setting into drying cotton. However, the smell of clean linens and ginger came to you. Han was nearby. You wanted to vomit on the taste of plastic and blood on your tongue. Sight finally came to you..

You never thought you would appreciate seeing pink and blue, as far as you were aware those colors were dead to you. Then the realization hit you. Pink hearts, pink pillows, pink sheets, and pink carpet. You were in bed, you survived. You survived! You were alive! 

Shooting up in bed with a jolt of excitement about your second chance at life. You instantly found the blue sea across from you with a body laying in the middle of it. Hannie was safe, you could finally let out that final breath of worried air. As long as you two were together, you were safe. 

The next few months went by in flashes from your memory. You decided it was best to lay low and obey after a session with Han in the pantry. He cried his eyes out to you, more than he had talking about his own past. He urged you to be careful and to just follow Minho’s instructions. He said he had a plan but it was going to take time. The two of you just had to wait, much like Mommy taught you.

Every week Minho put on a different grand opening of a new playset and like a good little dolly you played along. You sat like the princess in your styling chair and walked the makeshift runway once he got you all dressed. Multiple times as he praised you and loved on you, he would repeat Barbie like a mantra. Barbie and Ken, Barbie and Ken, Barbie and Ken, and over and over and over again. Each time followed by a stupid little jingle. It was the warning bells in your head again, it had to be, Han never reacted. Instead, he would slip into his Ken headspace and forget everything. Slowly you began to feel the warm fuzz of Barbie creep into your mind, each playtime she called to you. It was getting stronger but you were adamant you wouldn't let her take you. 

There were only a few playtimes that stood out in your memory, for better or for worse. The first of which Minho described as ‘Fashion Editor Barbie”. She came the second week of playtime and you were determined to do everything right. You laughed at the idea of fashion when Minho dressed you in a pink pantsuit up to the shoulder pads. Your ascot felt like it was choking you and you were pretty sure your face was going to meet the ground in those pin heels. That didn’t matter though, you walked around that room like you were the C.E.O., talking on your comically oversized cellphone. Minho seemed happy after this day, he even let you pick out something new to buy at the store. The silk pillows felt nice as you sobbed into them nightly. 

The second one of note was a few weeks later, this is when you started to notice a shift in Minho. He got you dressed up in an all-white gown and fake fur coat to match. You were given a glam makeover which included a pair of black cat-eyed sunglasses you liked. Tonight was a movie premiere. All you had to do was walk the red carpet with Ken as Mommy snapped photos of you two. A few questions would be thrown in here or there, but overall it was an easy night. Until Minho asked Ken to step away.

“Barbie is the star, Ken! Get out of her shot!” Minho claimed. “It’s a Barbie World, Not a Ken World”

You could tell by the look on Ken’s face that he despised this. It had been bubbling up for some time. Mommy’s favorite toy was discarded for something newer, shinner, and moldable. Minho was bored of Ken and Ken knew it. Ken hated Barbie for it. 

It took many days in the pantry for Han to ease your nerves about Ken. ‘He is all bark no bite’ he would try to tell you. Han slowly kissed every inch of your face to prove to you that he and Ken are not the same. A word sat at the end of his lips but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. That was okay, it was understood loud and clear by you.

However, it seemed to be heard by Minho too. From the way, Han looked at you in the mornings to how his body gravitated in your direction once Ken washed away. Minho did not like the way this all looked. For the first time in a long time, he panicked. He needed a plan.

His plan? Ken visits Doctor Barbie. Originally Minho had planned for Barbie to use plastic children’s tools instead of real ones but where is the fun in that? Barbie was not meant to be a plaything to him, no she was meant to be real. As Ken laid on your hospital bed you slightly cried over him. You saw fear, disgust, animosity, but most of all, absolute unfiltered terror. You wanted to stop, to scream out at Minho, to take whatever punishment Mommy would give you, but you couldn’t. Barbie held your mind close and shushed you. It would have been so easy to let her take control, to never have to remember this day once she leaves. But Ken’s face still had Han’s eyes. You made the cuts as small as possible. You’d kiss the scars tomorrow. 

Every day since then you had been making up to Han. Little things to show you cared like fluffing up his pillows and remembering to take off your heels during your little getaways. He always said he doesn’t remember the pain but you could see the welting scars. When you laid your lips on his shoulder, he placed his on your head. His arms wrapped around you for security, but yours wrapped around him for understanding.

Today marked 8 months since you entered pink and blue hell. The energy in the air was different, uncertain. Minho dressed you and Han differently today saying that for this playtime, he wanted things to be private. When Minho walked in with a pink babydoll gown, matching stockings, a guarder belt, and lace panties; you felt like fainting. However, Minho caught you.

“Y/n look. You have been good recently and I want to thank you. I thought some adult pleasure may bring your spirits up. While it is still playtime, I think you deserve to be here, fully here. I’m not a monster, I still believe in consent. Something tells me that you might want this. Not with me but with Han.” His eyes sparkled the same way they did that first meeting at the tea shop. His warm hand on your back reminded you of the way he held you during the rain. You wanted to be inside his mind so bad back then. You’ll never make that mistake again.

“I want Han, not you” You didn’t trust him even if there was a pinch of love for him still in you. 

“I know, I respect that. All I demand is that I get to sit back and watch. I won’t lay a hand on you” Were you about to believe the sugar that lay at the bottom of his cup?

“Okay, I accept” You opened your stature up to invite him in. Trust went two ways after all. 

When you both entered the playroom you saw it had been changed into a lover’s paradise. A large bed laid in the middle of the room with a mirror built into the overhead. The blankets were plush white with pillows that matched. Silk sheets, just how you and Han liked them, stretched the bed. A simple unassuming white chair sat in the corner. A confused Han stood in the middle. 

“Han?” You questioned in a whisper, still afraid of Minho’s tricks.

“Y/n” Han repeated back. You were both there. 

“You two play nice with each other, Mommy will be over here in his chair. House rules still stand. Be good like this more often and I might be able to make this a routine.” Minho sat down in his post for the night.

The start was slow and awkward, to say the least. Both of you were still in disbelief that Minho would actually let you play like this. He just sat there watching as you felt each other up. After about 20 minutes the coast seemed clear, and Han took the initiative. His hand that was on your hip slid under the lining of your baby doll. He made his way up cautiously to your chest. FIngertips left goosebumps in their wake.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight. He may be crazed but he does understand attention to detail” You both slightly giggled at the joke but once Han caught your nipple your giggle turned breathy. 

“So sweet doll, Speak up so Mommy can hear you two” Minho chimed in. The least you could do was make it enjoyable for him too, right?

“Han, Please” you whined out as he pinched your hardening bud. 

“Yes, y/n? What do you want sweetheart?” He twisted it just the way you liked. Your back arched off the bed. Minho took note of that. 

“More, please! Anything!” Han didn’t say anything after that, he just dropped his lips to your neck while moving his hand towards your panties.

“No bruising!” Minho piped up again, Han’s sucking stopped immediately. 

While his hand toyed with the edge of your panties, your hand cupped his gray-blue boxers. You massages his clothed cock in your hand and added just a bit of pressure to his balls, just like you knew he liked. When he doubled over in pleasure and tore your panties off, Minho took note. 

Before you knew it Han was knuckles deep inside you while sucking on your clit like a man starved. He was determined to make this moment last because he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get it again. When your thighs clamped around his head he thought for a moment about letting you suffocate him, but then you'd be all alone. Han gripped the flesh on your thigh and forced you open while adding another finger. The whole combination of events had you crying out his name as you finished for him. Minho took note. 

Before Han could enter you, you flipped the script, literally. Han was now flat on his back as you lowered kisses down his abdomen. When you got to his neatly trimmed happy trail you looked up and gave him a wink. Next thing he knew you were kissing the head of his cock. He bucked up and whined for more but you knew he liked to be teased. Instead, you took just the tip in his mouth and rubbed the rest of the shaft slowly. He arched off the bed and shut his eyes, huffing in desperation. Minho took note. 

Once he was on the verge of cumming down your throat, you pulled off. Han could only complain for a little while until you sunk down on his angry red cock. You both moaned out in unison at the extreme pleasure of it all. Penetration like this was rare for you and it had been too long. Han almost came right there. Minho took note. 

You rode Han as long as you could, leaving faint little scratches down his torso. Minho didn’t seem to care about Han getting damaged as much as he did for you. It didn’t matter though as both of you were lost in ecstasy. You brought your whole body up until just the tip was nestled inside then you dropped your whole weight down, forcefully fucking yourself on Han’s cock. When he pistoned upwards on the next retreat, you were pleasantly caught off guard. Han took this time to flip your back over. He rammed into you with no real set pattern or pace. Usually, this would turn you off but you were both so sensitive from lack of stimulation, you’d take anything. He grabbed both of your legs and propped them up on his shoulders so he could hit even deeper in you. Once he found what he was looking for, you screamed out in pleasure. 

“Fuck y/n, please cum for me. Please! I can’t last much longer, I need you to cum with me” Han all but begged for you. You didn’t need to be told twice as you came so hard you thought you may pass out. Both of you just laid in the bed after, sweaty, disgusting, cum covered messes trying to catch your breath. 

“I love you” Han whispered as quietly as humanly possible.

“I love you two” you ghosted back.

Minho got up without a word and left the room, seemingly unaware or unbothered by his boner. Minho took note of that.

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Listening to Han’s heartbeat quelled the ache in your own. You were awake another night thinking about Minho. How could you have been so wrong? Maybe he was under the same spell Han was in. Maybe Minho was not Mommy and Mommy was not Minho. Yet Minho seemed to know who Mommy was, and vice versa. But the more you thought about it, you knew about Barbie and she knew about you. So why was Han so different? It was like he couldn’t hear the stupid chime every time your identities were named. He blanked out the world and its noises. You had so many questions and no answers. As you began to fade back into dreamland with Han’s arm securely tucked around you, a faint buzz sounded under your pillow.

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Antis DNI

Remember, you are voting for the ship you prefer, not the ship you find more problematic

Propaganda for both ships under the cut.

Kaeluc Propaganda (Pseudo-incest)

"I love them. In terms of canon -- they have very friends -> enemies -> lovers energy to me. It's not canon when exactly Diluc's family adopted Kaeya, but I like to headcanon Diluc got his vision BECAUSE of Kaeya in some way. And if you know about Genshin lore you know that's a crystallization of his soul and therefore represents his desires and goals. I like to think Diluc's loved Kaeya before he even really understood what that meant - that's why Diluc was so upset when he thought Kaeya had "betrayed" him during the fight they got into. They're both the sort to blame the fight on themselves and think their love is unrequited because of said fight; Diluc because he seriously hurt Kaeya (in canon even injuring his eye) and Kaeya because he picked a day where Diluc was already raw and upset to reveal he'd been keeping a pretty big secret from him. These two men are so very sad and I think they should kiss about it."

"listen red and blue sad bitches are always peak but these two are PRIME angst and healing material, and the game and its extra content consistently go out of the way to make sure we associate these two with eachother. fire and ice, light and dark, kaeya is currently in the knight position that diluc specifically gave up because of what happened to their father, this shit is SO biteable."

Sebaciel Propaganda (Age Gap - Ciel 11 and Sebastian 1000+, Species Difference)

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RIIZE MASTERLIST

Underlined- Completed work

Italics + Underline- WIP, actively updating

Strikethrough- Upcoming fic, nothing quite yet

Sungchan [pre and post-Riize]

Through the Webs- 45K words. Dystopic hero au with friends to lovers to strangers. Please check warnings before proceeding.

The Eternal Tragedy- 40k words. Syndicate member Sungchan. Inspired by Cowboy Bebop and Future Diary. Psychological thriller. Existential horror. Yuta as secondary male lead.

[6:52pm]- 523 words. Sungchan volunteers at an animal rescue.

[senseless]- <800 words. Request by title. Soulmate au.

[9:25am]- >3K words. Sungchan and Shotaro are your new neighbors.

[Dollhouse]- 6.5k words. One shot. You are a vampire hunter.

[09:22AM]-1K words. One shot. Actor!Sungchan and Actress! Reader.

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I also made playlists. So, I’ll put them here, for the sake of it. I was just bored.

Bo Sinclair

Bitch Came Back - Theory of a Deadman

A*****e - hooligan chase

I Miss The Misery - Halestorm

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Middle Finger - Bohnes

I Don’t Care - Fall Out Boy

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Don’t You Dare Forget The Sun - Get Scared

Burning Pile - Mother Mother

Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother

Try To Change - Mother Mother

Sleep Awake - Mother Mother

Dirty Town - Mother Mother

Cowboy Casanova - Carrie Underwood

Honey, I’m Good - Andy Grammer

Human - Rag ‘n’ Bone Man

Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood

Seventeen - Marina & The Diamonds

I Am Not A Robot - Marina & The Diamonds

The Family Jewels - Marina & The Diamonds

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

Lester Sinclair

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

The Moss - Cosmo Sheldrake

Miles - Mother Mother

Sleep Awake - Mother Mother

Body of Years - Mother Mother

Dirty Town - Mother Mother

Glitter & Gold - Barns Courtney

Boondocks - Little Big Town

River Lea - Adele

Fireflies - Owl City

As She’s Walking Away - Zac Brown Band

Good Ol’ Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Somebody To Love - Queen

Lover Man - Ricky Montegomery

Dear God - XTC

Boys Will Be Bugs - cavetown

This Is Home - cavetown

Vincent Sinclair

Body - Mother Mother

Oh Ana - Mother Mother

Panic Room - Au/Ra

Grrrls - AViVA

BANG! - AJR

bury a friend - Billie Eilish

8 - Billie Eilish

ilomilo - Billie Eilish

Monster - dodie

If I’m Being Honest - dodie

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

Seventeen - Marina & The Diamonds

Test Me - Melanie Martinez

Glued - Melanie Martinez

Dollhouse Melanie Martinez

R.I.P 2 My Youth - The Neighborhood

Bottom of the River - Delta Rae

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

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[abbatoirablaze]

Welcome To The Dollhouse, Bucky's Doll & Steve's Thorn

Word Count:  1.7k

Warnings: threesome, smut, mmf sex, homosexual relationship, throuple mentions, anal sex, vaginal sex, slight angst.

“Right there,” Bucky growled as his hips faltered against his partner, his cock twitching as her walls milked him.  She moaned, pulling him into another searing kiss, and the super soldier accepted the kiss, but he was far more focused on what was going on behind him.  Steve’s hips ground into Bucky’s backside, his cock reburying itself in the depths of his ass.  Bucky broke the kiss from Dolly, an animalistic groan escaping from his throat, “FUCK!  STEVE!”

“That’s right, punk!” Steve hissed, holding firmly onto Bucky’s hips as he pulled him back onto his length, making sure he was thoroughly impaled on it, “you take what I give you…take every inch that your Captain shoves in that deliciously tight ass!”

“Language!” Dolly giggled playfully.  Bucky smiled as she stroked his cheek, her fingers dancing across the slightest stubble, causing Bucky to smirk back down at her even though he was in the middle of an orgasm. 

Steve’s jaw tightened however, at her playful banter.

To say that he hated Dolly would be an understatement. 

And even then, he didn’t really hate her.  But he did loathe the fact that even though he and Bucky had stopped being the main sponsors for her and Blondie, Bucky still wanted to get his dick wet with her. 

And he hated even more that Bucky would guilt him about it.

“We haven’t talked to Bunny since last month when she came shopping with us!” Bucky groaned at his long-time partner, “she wants you to talk to her and-“

“I can’t help it that every time I’m around her I clam up!” Steve grumbled as he shook his head.  Bucky frowned from the bed and he licked his lips.  Steve frowned, “don’t give me that look, Buck…”

“We need a third…” he reminded his best friend as he got out of the bed and stalked over to where Steve was standing.  He wrapped his arms low on his boyfriend’s waist before one hand slid down to play with him.  Steve groaned, his eyes closing as he let Bucky massage his heavy balls.  Bucky’s lips ghosted over the side of Steve’s throat, lightly licking and nipping at the heated flesh, “you know we do, punk…I love your ass…but I want to be filling a tight, warm cunt up too…”

“James…”

Bucky frowned at the use of his first name, knowing that Steve only used it when he was being beyond serious. 

Bucky doubled down in his efforts and slid his other hand around Steve’s cock.  A shiver ran down Steve’s spine.  The warmth of his hand stroking him combined with the cool metal massaging his balls was enough to send his eyes rolling into the back of his head.  As his head lulled back and to the side, coming into contact with Bucky’s cheek, the older super soldier smiled and turned his head enough to ghost another kiss along Steve’s temple.

“I want a threesome…”Bucky moaned into his boyfriend’s ear, “if you’re not going to talk to Bunny, we’re using Dolly…”

Steve sneered, a show that he had indeed heard what Bucky was saying.

“I’ll talk to Bunny tonight…”

“We’re fucking Dolly first…”

“I’m making love to you,” Steve corrected his boyfriend, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Bucky’s jaw, “you can do whatever you want with her…but us…it’s something separate from the two of you!”

“That was fun…”

Steve frowned as he watched Dolly getting re-dressed. 

Bucky was propped up on his side, watching her with amusement as she batted her eyes at him.  Steve laid behind Bucky, his arm around the older man’s waist; a show of the fact that he was still Bucky’s everything, while she was just a play toy.

“It was…” Bucky agreed, before looking back at Steve.  Steve fought every piece of will in his soul to keep back the scowl he wanted desperately to show.  But then Bucky reached back and touched Steve’s jaw, bringing his attention to his lover, “wasn’t that fun, Steve?”

Steve nodded, not wanting to upset Bucky.  He was gentle in how he pressed a kiss to the inside of Bucky’s wrist, and the older man blushed.

“Thanks for squeezing us in, Dolly…”

“Of course, Bucky…”

The two shared an intimate smile. 

Steve felt the jealousy rolling around in his mind yet again.

“Well…I better get going…got some regulars that wanted to stop by tonight,” she shrugged, “if you want to do this again, let me know…”

“Yeah…”

Steve frowned harder at the cheery tone that Bucky took with her.  He watched and waited for her to finish gathering her stuff while Bucky slid out of bed to let her out.  But she was quick to shake her head, “you don’t have to…I know the way out…”

“But you-“

“You and Steve need some time off, yeah?” she asked softly, “spend the night with him…you two deserve it…I’m sure Bunny and I could handle the floor tonight…”

He went to open his mouth but she shook her head, putting a finger to his lips.

“James…you and Steve need some time together!” she pointed out, “stay here.”

Bucky sighed, a final smile gracing his lips as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out.  When Bucky turned around, his smile faded, seeing that Steve’s scowl was perched on his perfectly pouty lips.

“What?”

“She jus-“

“I don’t understand why you hate her so much,” Bucky admitted, shaking his head at Steve, “that woman made time for us.  She is kind and sweet and-“

“She treats you with kid gloves,” Steve growled angrily, “she’s just treating you like a child.”

“Well…sometimes I don’t want to be the one in control.  You know that,” Bucky shrugged, “Dolly understands that.  She lets me go into a soft sub-space.  She lets me feel whimsical and sweet…like how I felt before the serum.  Before the wars…back when I was just an all-american guy who went to science expos with his boyfriend and read The Hobbit while I was on break at work.”

Steve sighed.

He hadn’t thought of that. 

Of how she must have made Bucky feel. 

All he knew was that exact treatment is what made Steve feel the same.  He felt like the guy before the serum.  Before the wars.  Back when he was eighty pounds soaking wet, searching out fights because of his Napolean complex. 

And he hated that.

“Steve…”

“I think I need to talk to Bunny, punk…”

“Everything okay?”

Steve nodded as Bucky crawled back into their bed, “yeah…yeah…I-I’m fine.”

“That doesn’t sound fine,” Bucky frowned.  He reached out and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, “Talk to me, punk…what is it?”

“I just-I think I’ve been a little bit selfish is all,” Steve frowned as his eyes met his lovers, “I-I always hated Dolly because of how she acted…because of how it made me feel…I-I never thought about how she made you feel…”

“She made me feel normal…like I wasn’t some super soldier.  Like I wasn’t The Winter Soldier…I’m just Bucky with her.  James…”

Steve frowned and swallowed down his nervousness,” D-does she make you feel that way still?  Does Bunny? Do-Do I?”

Bucky sighed, “Steve…it’s different…with her…with you…with Bunny…”

“C-Can we talk about it?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded, “First of all, with Dolly…I don’t feel that way anymore…at least not the way I used to.  I thought I was in love with her…but the more-the more I thought about it, I was in love with what she made me feel.  How she made me feel. You…you knew me when I was James Buchanan Barnes.  We met when we were knee high and I knew I loved you since the day I first met you…”

“An-And Bunny?”

“I don’t know yet,” he admitted with a shrug, “when we first met her and welcomed her into the Dollhouse, I felt this spark.  I saw something special in her…and the more time I get to spend with her it grows.  It feels like a full flame and I want to nourish that fire.  I want to see where it takes us…is that-is that something you want?  Have you held off on talking to her because you don’t feel the same?  Because if you don’t think you have feelings for her, you can tell me.  I don’t want you thinking that you have to like her…”

“No…no.  I do!” Steve said quickly, realizing that his own hesitation in talking to her must have made Bucky think that he wasn’t really interested in Bunny, “I just really don’t know how to approach her…Bunny-she…she’s different.  I can feel that too.  But she doesn’t make me feel like it’s the good old days, Buck…because the ‘good ole days,’ weren’t good for me…at least not like it was for you.”

“Yeah…”

“She makes me feel safe…but vulnerable…I feel like Captain America…but also the eighty pound asthmatic who just wanted a woman to see him…I…I feel-“

“Whole?”

Steve nodded, “it’s god damn terrifying is what it is, Bucky…”

“Talk to her…” Bucky sighed as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “she is waiting on you to talk to her.  And unless you do, and go over your hesitations, she won’t know…and she’ll assume that you don’t really want to be with her.”

“I-I know…”

“No, Steve…you don’t,” Bucky sighed once more, “Bunny is the heart of the house…and while you’ve been breaking up with Blondie and spending more time at the Tower, going on missions with the Avengers and helping out when you’re supposed to be retired with me…she’s been helping run the house…she’s been taking care of the girls with me…”

“Is that…is that what Dolly meant about running the floor?”

Bucky nodded, “yeah…I-I’ve been having Dolly show her the ropes…but she keeps telling me that she won’t move forward in our relationship until you two start yours…”

Steve’s brow quirked up, “What?”

“Bunny doesn’t want a relationship with just me…when I explained it to her at the store the other month, she thought about it…and agreed…she’s stopped taking regulars and I’ve been eating the cost of her expenses….by making it so that she’s no longer ‘a girl,’ and that she’s running the house.”

“Buck…wh-why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you would have talked to her by now, and she would have been moved in with us!” Bucky admitted with a chuckle.

“So…I should definitely talk to her then…”

“Show her our lives,” Bucky nodded, agreeing with his partner, “Take her out tomorrow…show her the tower…introduce her to our friends…she wants to be part of our relationship, Steve…but she’s not going to bulldoze her way into your heart…she’s going to wait for you to let her in.”

#welcome to the dollhouse #stucky #marvel au #the avengers #marvel #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes

[periwinkle-musings]

The visceral queer sadness of the song "Lover"

When Lover first came out as a single I bawled my eyes out.

And I wasn't exactly sure why. It made me feel crazy: How could people think this song was so romantic and I'm over here having a breakdown?

In the music video, Taylor is running around this whimsical house with her lover experiencing all these intimate and personal versions of love. With its hyper-saturated colors and perfect outfits, this relationship was simultaneously presented as both real and surreal.

When that song came out in 2019 I was single and closeted — even to myself. I was just beginning my journey of realizing I was gay and accepting that I wasn't going to ever marry a man and have the heteronormative cookie-cutter life I had always pictured, and had been struggling for many years to hold onto the idea of.

Listening to Lover, the thought that kept running through my mind was, "I'm never going to have that… I'm never going to have that…"

Even though I had been a huge Taylor Swift fan since we were both teenagers, up to this point I had mostly just enjoyed her music and didn't think too deeply about it. But something about this song just felt off to me — I wasn't buying it. But I didn't have the vocabulary yet to express why. So when it came on the radio I would skip it or turn it off to prevent myself from tearing up.

A few months later the pandemic shut down the world, and I was forced to sit alone with my thoughts. I finally came out to myself and began the long and slow journey of figuring out how to change my entire life.

Then Folklore was released, and I heard Betty, and that was the first time my brain actively flared, "wait... is Taylor Swift gay?" and I began my deep descent into Gaylor and looking at Taylor's music through a queer lens.

Now I can look back at songs like Lover with my new understanding/beliefs of Taylor's struggles with queerness and closeting, and perhaps her desire to build up her own perfect dollhouse life when it wasn't that simple.

In Lover, the plodding waltz tempo strikes a dissonance with the lyrics that are trying to convey happiness and security. And while she presented this song to the public as a "wedding dance" song, Taylor still seems to be imaging something that hasn't fully happened yet:

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

We could let our friends crash in the living room

The lyrics aren't confident, they are still asking a lot of questions as she pictures this life together:

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close?

And seems to be a desire to show this "inside" dollhouse love to the "outside" world:

Take me out, and take me home

At every table, I'll save you a seat

It's a song that seems to be just as much about fear as it is about love.

So maybe I was right to cry over Lover. Maybe Lover feels just as sad to Taylor as it does to me. While she was presenting this complete dollhouse life to the public, maybe this world was all still a fantasy and the song was longing for something that wasn't quite real yet.

#taylor swift #gaylor #gaylor theory #lover house #lover #sapphic #queer community