#husband-slash-child-slash-boyfriend

[versupital]

your panties scare me, can i take them off?

pov. you got new halloween panties/pajamas and he’s about to lose his mind.

content: implied smut, breath play (toji), virgin!choso, sexual content (MDI), husband!nanami, breeding kink (nanami), roommate!gojo, afab!reader

incl pairings: choso, nanami, gojo, toji

word count. 2.1k

soundtrack 💿🌧️: sex on sight ft. usher

Choso.

"Mmh..."

You lay on the bed, entangled in burly arms and the scent of aftershave. Your boyfriend is attacking you in sloppy kisses, all down your neck and jaw, as screams beam out of the TV from the horror movie you'd stopped watching about ten minutes ago.

His hand roams dangerously over your side while your nails dig into his back for stability. The two of you have yet to take things as far as penetration, so it’s all you can do to fight back the urge to whip his cock out and plop down on it.

You wonder if tonight things are going to finally change, as you feel your panties grow damper, and Choso's cock digging into your stomach through his sweats.

"Why do we always do this?" Choso breathes. “We start a movie we can't even finish."

You laugh against him before it melts into a moan at the reminder of his wet lips. "Because I don’t like scary movies, Cho. ‘M so afraid.”

Choso grunts against your skin, "Really? How can i make you feel better?”

You huff and roll onto your back. Choso doesn't waste any time climbing over you, propping himself up on his elbows.

"You can start by taking my shorts off,” you instruct, eyes filled with lust as you stare up at your ebony-haired partner.

He pauses his kisses to look down at you in surprise. "Y-You want to...?"

"Yes," you nod, biting your lip. “Don’t y’wanna comfort me from the scary monsters on the TV?”

Choso nods eagerly, and his big hands come up to your waistband to begin pulling down your shorts. As the material slides over your thighs, he pauses and stares with furrowed brows, right at your underwear.

"Um, baby?" he cocks his head to the side. "Who is... V.S.?"

You let out an exasperated breath before smiling. "That stands for Victoria's Secret, Cho. It's a lingerie brand."

His eyes bulge and he looks back up at you, "Lingerie?"

He continues to slide the shorts all the way off, to reveal your blood red thong with a tiny white ghost on the front. You suspect the ghost is supposed to look like a glob of cum, and you imagine Choso’s in its place.

"Oh fuck," he breathes, "you wore these f'me?"

"Who else, Cho?" you run your hands over your stomach seductively, patting the top of the thong. "You like?”

Choso's eyes flash white, and he hooks his fingers over the skinny string that keeps the thong around your waist.

"Shit, I..." he swallows thickly. "Love them. You have more like this?”

You nod confidently. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you see them one at a time.”

You wink and Choso’s nervous hands remain entangled in the strings of your thong. “What if I can’t please you?”

"Not possible," you shake your head, running your hands into his hair, grateful he’d taken it out of its pigtails for his shower. "I nearly cum every time we make out."

His eyes widen. "Oh, so it's not just me," he breathes out in relief.

You giggle and spread your legs a little more, your lips threatening to pop right out of the terribly small pair of panties.

A girl shrieks on the TV and there is the sound of a slashing knife.

You fake a shiver, "Oh, Cho! I'm so afraid. Mmh, hurry and make me feel better.”

Choso smirks and rips down your panties, knowing that the neighbors are going to think someone is really being murdered by the time he’s done with you.

Nanami.

"Excuse me, my love."

You turn in place to see your husband, standing in the doorframe of the bathroom as you brush your teeth.

"Hmph, yes?" you mumble around your toothbrush, your face heating in the same way it always does when you see him, no matter how long you’ve been together.

Nanami stands awkwardly in the doorframe, shifting his weight like a nervous child. He's in his own version of pajamas: a white shirt, plaid pants, and house shoes. His hand raises and he points to your legs.

"When did you acquire those?" he asks delicately, referring to the tiny orange shorts you have on that are patterned in bats.

"The shorts?" you mumble, before removing your toothbrush and spitting out the toothpaste. "Um, I got them yesterday while costume shopping with the kids. Why?"

Nanami laces his fingers together. "I just thought I'd seen all of your clothes, because you always try them on for me. You didn't..." he inhales a ragged breath. "You didn't show me these. Is there a reason?"

You nearly feel your heart shatter through your ribcage. Nanami clearly looks distraught that you failed to give him a fashion show. At the same time, you notice his pajama pants growing a friendly tent in them, and you suspect you know the real reason he is upset.

"I... wanted it to be a surprise, Ken," you say, pat drying your mouth on a washcloth, before walking towards him, all minty and shower fresh.

"A surprise?" Nanami questions, visibly getting tense as you approach.

"Mhmm..." you tiptoe your fingers up his arm and over his shoulder. "You like them?"

"That's a very loaded question," Nanami mutters. "I like anything you wear."

"But these seem to be having a different effect on you, honey," you coo, tilting your head to the side, resting your hand on the back of his neck - his sweet spot.

You watch his Adam's apple bob.

"Yes," he whispers, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. "They’re really… small. And we, you know, can’t do things as often anymore with the baby… I just miss you.”

You sigh, relaxing under his touch. “Right. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

Nanami lets out a feral noise. "No, I’m not. I feel like a horny teenager. Just need you really bad.”

“I haven’t seen you this desperate in a while, honey,” you say, taking a step back, letting your hands fall off of each other. "Go ahead. Take them off.”

Nanami doesn't hesitate. His big hands gently peel down the waistband, and he bites his lip as he examines what’s underneath.

"You're not wearing underwear," he realizes with a breath. “Gonna make me lose myself here, Y/N.”

"Well, I was thinking..." you cock your head to the side. "One more baby wouldn't hurt, would it?"

Nanami's eyes grow a bit larger. “D-don’t say that.”

“Know you’ve been trying so hard not to finish in me,” you coo, “but don’t you miss it?”

“Y/N…” his knuckles go white as he nearly rips the material of your little shorts. “We really shouldn’t.”

"No, but ngh..." you roll your hips under his hands. "Wouldn't it be fun to see how feral we can get?"

"I am already ‘feral’ just looking at these shorts, Y/N." Nanami nearly whines, his eyebrows furrowed in desperation, waiting for you to give him the word.

"Really," you whisper on his neck, planting a kiss there soon after. "That was easier than I thought.”

Nanami sighs against you. "Why are you so good at this, hm, little minx?"

You smile against his skin, "Why are my shorts still on, Kento?"

Nanami growls, all guttural and primal instinct, and your back is crashing against the counter in an instant.

You bite your lip, "Eager?” you question.

"You have no idea." He hums as he slides down the orange garment, staring at them. "Did you buy any more?”

"Maybe," you say quietly, blinking as you try to picture what he's going to do to you next.

"Good," he parts your legs and stands between them before using his thick hands to open your mouth and shove the shorts right inside of it. “We’ll need these so we don’t wake the baby.”

Gojo.

"You wanna be me so fucking bad!"

You spin slowly in place, holding a piece of popcorn only halfway to your mouth. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Your eyes land on your roommate's bottoms, a plush pair of Friday-the-13th pajama pants. They are exactly like the boy shorts you’re wearing, the ones that have ridden up and cover basically nothing.

"If you wanted to match, you could've just said that," Gojo huffs, crossing his arms.

You raise your eyebrow, "I’ve had these for a long time. You're the one who wants to be like me."

Gojo scoffs. "Why haven’t I ever seen them, then?" He shoves his hands in his pockets. “And au contraire, madamoiselle, I want to be in you. Huuuge difference there.”

You cough a bit, choking on nothing, unable to respond.

"Of course, choking on my cock could definitely work too," Gojo mutters, examining his nails. "Maybe teach you a lesson about walking around in just your panties."

You roll your eyes, but it’s hard to deny the fluttery feeling in your stomach just from his words. "Please, like I've never done this before."

"And every time you have, you end up bent over, begging for me to take it easier, don't you?" He cocks his head to the side and lets his eyes slither down your body like a snake of temptation.

You bite your lip. "So it’s my fault that you have no self control?”

Gojo nods his head. "Yes, maybe I just wanted to have a nice, relaxing Halloween game night with you... but now you've got me so worked up."

You tap your chin. "You wanted to spend time with me that doesn't involve sex? Seems a little out of character, don't you think?"

Gojo stalks towards you, long feathery strides until he's towering over your frame, eyes threatening to sear your clothes right off of you.

"Oh, you can't get any denser, can you?" he questions. "This sick little arrangement we have, teasing each other and fucking on every surface in the house isn't what I want." He pauses. "I mean, yes, but it's more than that."

You blink up at him. "What else could you possibly want?"

Gojo sighs, and slowly wraps his arms around you in a cinnamon-scented bear hug. "I want to contact you about your car's extended warranty."

"SATORU!" you screech, hitting him on the chest as he bursts into laughter.

"I'm joking, you know that I can't take shit seriously," he runs his fingers through his hair. “For fuck sake, I want a relationship with you, okay? Do I need to spell it out on the lawn?"

"Yes, actually," you tease, sitting your popcorn bucket down and running your buttery hands over his chest. "You want to be with me?"

"Your pussy's too good to let anyone else have you," he hums, leaning forward and kissing your neck.

"You're so annoying," you grit, but you can't help but melt into his touch and kisses.

He chuckles against you but doesn’t respond.

Gojo pulls his head out of your neck and leans towards you, lips parted in expectancy.

Your eyes flutter closed just as your mouths collide, this kiss feeling different than the hundreds that had come before it. You lean into him and grab the drawstring of his pajamas, while his fingers are also subconsciously twisting into your boy shorts.

"Mmh, can't get enough of you," Gojo mumbles against your mouth.

You giggle. "Good thing I'm yours now. There's plenty of time to reach all of me."

He breaks away from you and stares down in astonishment. "Really?"

You nod, tugging him closer by his pants. "So, about that game night..."

"Eh, it can wait, we have some celebrating to do." He grins, and before you know it you're being lifted swiftly into the air, hauled over his shoulder with your ass next to his face, as he pops a crack on the soft skin there. "And don't you ever wear these without warning me again."

Toji.

“Why are you hovering? I said sit.”

Your boyfriend is obsessed with you sitting on his face, suffocating him with your cunt and juices, this is nothing new. But this time, he wants to try something a bit more deranged.

You’d just been trying to show him your new panties and matching socks, honest. You may have also been wearing one of his shirts, and this was absolutely his weakness, and you absolutely knew that.

“My shirt, baby?” he’d cooed, pulling you into a hug and planting soft kisses on your face. “New panties too? You spoil me.”

It wouldn’t be long before he was lifting you up, effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and laying down on it. Then, before you had the chance to squirm or run, he was gripping your sides and lifting you over his face, where you caught your weight with your knees.

“Toji, they’re still on,” you mumble, his hands gliding up your sides to hike up his shirt. He stares directly between your legs which causes your clit to twitch.

“So?” he questions from below.

Thick hands mash into the crease of your hips, forcing your weight to fall down on his wide nose and full lips.

Your face turns the color of beets, but you ultimately have no time to be embarrassed as Toji locks his arms around your thighs.

His eyes have fluttered closed, and you can feel his shuddering breath through the cloth as he takes in your scent.

Your hands are on the headboard for stability, looking down at him, feeling your panties grow damper as he wiggles his face around, nose brushing your clit.

“Toji approved,” he says suddenly, before you feel his fat, warm tongue slide along the material of the panties, and your body lurches.

“Wh-What…?”

“I can still eat you through your panties,” he huffs, eyes popping open and catching you staring down at him. “This was the plan all along, puss.”

Your thighs shudder on either side of his head. “You’re not serious.”

“As a heart attack, baby,” he mumbles, before flicking his tongue over the cloth again, nose massaging your clit, hands burying deeper into your skin. It’s all so much, you moan and rotate your hips over him.

“Wh-what made you want to try this?” you ask, biting your lip as he tugs on the material with his teeth, taking in another animalistic sniff.

“You looked so proud to show them off,” Toji grunts. “It’s a shame that they were only going to end up on the floor, huh?”

You have to agree. You’d stopped buying lingerie long ago because it would never last more than a few seconds around Toji, but you figured a new pair of panties couldn’t hurt. You just hadn’t expected this reaction out of him.

Besides, you can’t deny how good it feels to dry hump his face, there only being a thin barrier between your folds and his wet tongue, making it all the more a tease.

From then on, it became a regular tradition for Toji to “approve” your new holiday panties - but of course, the halloween ones remained his favorite.

A/N:

im sorry for pumping out these shitty short ones but im just trying to keep yall fed while we wait for the long ones ^.^

~pennjammin

[holylulusworld]

Indifferent (5)

Summary: Your father wanted a bond between you and the Barnes Empire. No matter what.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, arguments, mafia au, strong reader, jealousy, teasing, language

Catch up here: Indifferent (4)

Indifferent Masterlist

Bucky was always a mother’s boy. He loved to bask in her praises and all the things she did only for him. He was her firstborn and always had a special place in Winnifred’s heart.

Now everything has changed. His beloved mother ignores him to spend time with his wife and he can’t take it. Bucky sulks in the corner of his dining room, watching his mother and wife conspire.

In truth, you are talking about cutlery, wine, and flowers. Bucky only imagines you conspiring with his mother to make his life harder.

He harrumphs and crosses his arms over his chest. Bucky watches you giggle at something his mother said with angry eyes. “How much longer will this take? I’m hungry and this is the dining room.”

“Shush, Jamie,” Winnifred coos. “We are close to choosing the flower arrangements. Your wife has a good eye for decoration and flowers.”

“She sure knows how to spend money for useless things,” Bucky huffs and points at the vase filled with lilies standing on the dining table. “She is wasting my money on shit like that every day.”

“She has a name—” Winnifred snaps at Bucky. She narrows her eyes, and huffs. “If you don’t make her gifts, Y/N has to buy the things she likes. Do you want to deny your wife even the simplest things?”

Bucky inhales sharply. He holds back comment, and rather huffs. Bucky can’t believe you wrapped Winnifred around your fingers. How can his mother be on your side? He still doesn’t understand what he did wrong.

“I’ll be in the kitchen, eating dinner like an animal on the kitchen counter,” he snarls, before leaving the room. He can hear Winnifred chuckle about his outburst. “Yeah, laugh about me.”

“Jamie, stop making a fuss. You’re not a child anymore. Can you act like a grown man for once? I’m not going to baby you.”

Bucky throws something against the door of the dining room. He curses loudly before storming off, earning a chuckle from you and his mother.

“He was such a sweet boy…”

Bucky follows an odd noise toward your wing. He frowns, as you moan loudly. “I knew it,” he snarls before breaking your adamant rule to not enter your wing of the mansion. Bucky almost rips the door out of its hinges, storming inside to find the source of your pleasure.

“Right there, Thor,” you whimper, and moan. “Yes, oh God…yes. Please, harder.”

Bucky gets his gun out. If you bring that masseur slash secret lover to his home, he has the right to kill him. He unlocks the gun and kicks the door to your bedroom open.

You shriek in terror and immediately snap your head toward the door, or what’s left of it. Bucky stands in the doorframe, a gun aimed at Thor, and his chest heaving.

“Did you lose your mind?” You cry while Thor’s hands are still on your shoulders. The blonde giant tuts and goes back to work. It’s not the first time a husband or boyfriend misinterpret his profession. “Get out!”

“I won’t let that giant touch my wife!” You huff at Bucky’s words, but your eyes are still glued to the gun in his hands. “Take your hands off my wife!!!”

“Sir, I must ask you to not stress my client,” Thor doesn’t sound scared at all. He continues kneading the knots out of your shoulders. “She was about to relax before you ruined my hard work.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bucky puffs out a huff. “I’m aiming a gun at your head, and you still touch my wife?”

“She pays me for a full hour, Mr. Barnes.” If not for the gun aimed at Thor, you’d chuckle at his response. “If you’d excuse us now. This is not a show, but a private session.”

“Punk, do I speak unclearly?” Bucky grunts, while stepping further into the room. “This is a gun, and I’ll use it if you don’t take your dirty hands off my wife!”

“Mr. Barnes, I can assure you my hands are clean and disinfected.” You can hear the smirk in Thor’s voice. “Hygiene is an important part of my job. I’d never touch your lovely wife with dirty hands.” Thor replies lowly. “Only if she wants me to, though.”

Bucky fires a bullet into the wall next to Thor. The blonde doesn’t even flinch. “Your accuracy is not the best. Do you want me to train you?” Thor laughs at Bucky’s pissed expression. “I’m an excellent trainer.”

“You think you’re funny, huh?” Bucky sounds beyond angry. He’s close to losing control, you can see it in the way he clenches his jaw. “What if I give you a brand-new haircut? One bullet and your locks are history.”

“Christ, Bucky,” you whisper Thor’s name, asking him to stop. He immediately steps away from the massage table to give you space to sit up. “Can you not act like a goddamn caveman?”

Bucky wilds his gun, growling and snarling at you. “You brought that man into my home. I told you to not do such a thing. But here we are.”

“I needed his help,” you bite back. “Every time you are around, my back locks up, and I have kinks in my neck. Thor’s hands are magical.”

Bucky narrows his eyes. He inhales sharply when you keep on praising Thor’s hands.

“You!” He points his gun at Thor. “I give you ten seconds to haul your ass out of my home. If I ever see your bleached hair ever again, you are dog food.”

Thor eyes your husband warily, debating if it's worth it to get shot.

Bucky steps closer to grab your upper arm, dragging you off the massage table. “And you will come with me. I’ll show you what happens if you ever let another man touch you.

Part 6

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[nctinkverse]

Promissa Redux - Chapter 2

Synopsis: Despite sharing a year-long relationship with your current boyfriend, an overwhelming fear prevents you from allowing him to bond with your daughter. The upcoming birthday party of your ex-husband, Jaehyun, adds a layer of complexity when you discover he has a new girlfriend and of course it's Valentine's Day.

The night unfolds with a delicate balance of humor and tension as you interact with Jaehyun's friends, attempting to maintain composure in the midst of emotional complexities. The story delves into the intricacies of co-parenting, the lingering shadows of past relationships, and the poignant journey of rediscovering love.

Warnings: minnors do not interact!, for this chapter we've got angst, sooo much angst and fluf.

Pairing: jaehyun x f. reader

Word count: 3.558

Unauthorized copying or translation of this work is strictly prohibited.

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Chapter 2 - Valentine's Day

You were dating the same guy for almost a year, he knows your child, but out of fear you never made the effort to get them to get along.

There was always a voice in your head that didn’t let you make them spent more time together, it’s always the knowledge that abuse also comes from we trust, and you never dared to expose your daughter to other man without your supervision.

What type of mom would you be if you let anything bad happen to her just because you wanted a dating life?

That fear was bigger than any of your dreams of marring again.

For you, finding love once in a lifetime was already more than you could ask for.

So, ever since you found the ring box on the floor, fear has gnawed you so bad that you’ve been giving your boyfriend excuses for not seeing him for the past two weeks.

You can’t put it all on Nari, there’s a bit of fear on being in love again.

As much as you have tangled yourself with other man, you always compare them to Jaehyun, it’s a mistake and you know it.

But you can’t help it, not when Jaehyun was your biggest love of all.

And since 14 of February was in just two days, you were on your penthouse floor with your daughter, trying to contain the mess of the photobook slash scrapbook that became your birthday gift tradition to Jaehyun.

It all started when you got divorced and as always, giving presents to someone who has everything they want, is hard, so giving presents to Jaehyun was a hard thing too.

The photobook was born of your idea of giving Jae, something of his daughter, he was still an idol back then, and his contract didn’t allowed him to have more time with his daughter, so he kept missing big events, the first time she let her entire popsicle melt while looking at the ferries wheels, or her look of wonder when you took her on a small trip to an aquarium in Japan.

So your scrapbook was full of pictures of Nari, and little stories about all the messes she made the day that picture was taken.

But as much as you didn’t hate him, being at his birthday’s was always a tad bit weird…his group mates who you had also worked with back when you were still working for SM Entertainment, treated you the same as always, big hugs and treating your daughter as their own niece.

Other people, the people who were only acquainted with Jaehyun after he divorced you, were always kind of suspicious of your good relationship or did try to probe into your personal life.

You never assumed you were invited so you always waited for the invitation to arrive or for his mum to say something…maybe one day he wouldn’t want you there and you had to respect if one day he didn’t.

This year, though, you knew it would be different when Mama Jung called you a few days ago…

“Are you coming to his birthday this year?”

“Am I invited?”

“Nonsense, you know you are.”

“Okay so I guess…”

“He has a girlfriend.” She interrupted you mid-sentence.

“Oh…ok.” You knew about it already; Nari told you about her dad new girl friend.

“Do you really want to come my dear?”

“Does he want me there?”

“Of course, he does…”

You cut her “If he does, please ask him to call me…I know you will say anything to please me Mama, but he won’t lie, and I need to know if he wants me there…”

After that she said OK, and you both hang up.

It wasn’t until almost midnight that same day that Jaehyun called.

“My mom said you’re not sure you’re going to my birthday party…did I do-”

You promptly interrupted.

“You did nothing wrong Jaehyun, it’s just…you mother told me about you girlfriend, and I haven’t met her, so I don’t want it to be weird… I mean it’s your birthday.”

“No Y/N, it won’t be the same without you there and Yeri knows about you…I just never introduced you guys because I didn’t-”

“Jaehyun, I don’t mind really it’s just… do you want me there?”

“I need you there, Y/N”.

“Then that’s all I need to know, I’ll be there.”

“Thank you.”

And that was about it, you were going.

It wasn’t the first time Jaehyun had a girlfriend, his relationships just never lasted enough to make it to his birthday’s you guessed, also a few years ago you thought he might ditch the whole birthday thing for a valentine’s date…but he never did.

He wanted to spend his birthdays with his daughter, he said once.

Even though his birthday parties were almost always full of family and friends he had to invite some of his co-workers, being an actor who worked almost always overseas, his birthdays were the times where he would also occasionally mingle with people from the Korean entertainment industry.

When you were still married, you didn’t mind it since you were in the industry yourself and some of the people you were familiar with or were a fan of their work, sometimes you knew more people than Jaehyun, since in most of the times, he was the idol, the singer and you were the one setting up agendas, coordinating the whole NCT media and press department.

But it became another thing entirely after you got divorced, most people would still assume you were married and refer to you as Mrs. Jung, other times you could pass by tables and hear whippers about the supposed motives for your divorce.

When the 14th of February approached again, you made sure to call Mrs. Jung and ask if she needed help for anything, she said everything was fine, just for you to show up on time with Nari.

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Still in your bedroom, pressing the snooze button on the alarm to remind you to leave on time, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You bought a new dress, a new clutch, but still wore the same YSL stilettos you purchased with one of your first SM salaries. They were your favorite ones; they could be old-fashioned by now, but they made you feel beautiful and provided the perfect height you needed.

“It’s time to go, be calm, breath”.

 You told your reflection in the mirror while taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm your nerves. Grabbing the wrapped scrapbook from your bed, you left your room to check if the nanny had successfully kept Nari dressed while you quickly had a bath and did your makeup.

You smiled in relief when you saw Nari still wearing her cute strawberry-printed dress she had chosen herself. She was going through a strawberry phase; last month, it was a Hello Kitty one.

She didn’t notice your presence at her room's door, as she was talking to the nanny when you entered.

Observing her cute dimples, nose scrunching up when the nanny tickled her, rosy cheeks, light pink in tone, brown eyes, and dark, straight brown hair you thought she looks so much like him. Yet, when she smiled, especially with all the dimples making appearances, she mostly resembled you, especially the way her giggles sounded and the way her eyes and lips curved.

She was the perfect mix of both of you.

Noticing you at the door, she made a run for your legs, yelling, 'Mommy, mommy, let’s go see Dad!' She was always excited about Jaehyun’s birthdays; he would parade her for everyone, and she loved hearing the compliments. True to her father’s behavior as a child, people always found her smart and cute.

As soon as you both arrived, you made sure to drop his present at the designated spot, where presents were already piled up, and then made your way to the ballroom, where tables, a piano, people, and food were usually present.

Upon seeing her father, Nari practically jumped from your arms into the ground, making a beeline for him. A few steps behind, you got to him just as he had gotten her in his arms, and a man close to him spoke.

“Oh, this is your daughter, no wonder she is so beautiful, look at her mom a perfect example of fine Korean blood” he said approvingly with his head turning towards Jaehyun and what you suspected was his girlfriend.

You stopped on your tracks, a step or two from them.

Jaehyun was the first one to notice you, and probably saw the watery line that was already formed on your eyes, beyond your control.

It wasn’t the first time and probably wouldn’t be the last. But it still hurt.

Noticing that Jaehyun’s head had turned towards you, the man also turned.

“Oh an international nanny, that was very clever of you Jaehyun is she teaching your daughter English al-”

“She isn’t-” Jaehyun started to say still with eyes locked with yours. But Nari interrupted him.

“Mom, why are you crying?”

Diverting your eyes from his and landing on Nari you said:

“I’m not crying sweetheart.”

“But your eyes mommy”

“I know sweetheart it’s just the make-up.”

Nari was too clever and even though she didn’t say anything, she made grabby hands towards you. You approached the group and Jaehyun let her come to your arms.

Tucking her close to your heart, she crossed her little arms around your neck. You patted her back, and looked up to Jaehyun who even with you in heels was at least a head taller than you.

“Y/N-” He started with a soft tone, but it was no place or time for you two to talk so you just interrupted him.

“Happy Birthday Jaehyun.”

“Thank You, Y/N… this is Yeri…”

You gave Yeri a smile and a nod, and she gave it back. The man on the other hand did not seem ok.

“And this is Mr. Choi one of the presidents of MBC…Mr. Choi this is Y/N, Y/L/N, my daughter Nari, mom” he said firmly, his tone betraying a hint of anger

“I’m sorry I didn’t realized you had married someone who was not Korean, and your daughter looks so much like pure k”-

“My daughter is the most precious thing in my life she is the perfect combination of me and her mom, didn’t you see her big, beautiful eyes, she didn’t inherit that from me, I don’t dare to take the credit for her mom’s beauty.” Jaehyun cut him mid-sentence.

If angry was liquid, Jaehyun would be spilling over the man, it didn’t take much of you to realize it since Jae’s ears were bright red.

“Mrs. Jung!!!” You heard a familiar voice yell, Johnny of course, the only one who would still embarrass you with your ex-last name.

Yet, as much as he was annoying, you were grateful that he was approaching, you looked at him and he blinked, oh thank God, he probably noticed the whole situation.

“What are you still doing here Jaehyun…more guests have arrived, me included, and I’ve been waiting for you to realize me and Donghyuck are already here, but you didn’t. So, sorry Yeri, Mrs. Choi but I’m stealing those three.”

He said grabbing Jaehyun by the arms and making sure he was walking in front of him toward Hyuck, while grabbing you by the waist so you would unfreeze from your spot.

“I told you to not use the Mrs. Jung again John”.

“I know”

“Why do you use it?”

“To annoy you and Jaehyun, also, I think one day you might use it again” he said the last part on a whisper so Nari wouldn’t hear it.

You couldn’t do much, so you gave him a slight elbow punch to his stomach, being the exaggerated person that he was, he grabbed his belly in fake pain and looked at you with a pout.

Being 35 just like you, you couldn’t believe how much a dramatic ass Johnny could be.

You liked him, he just annoyed the shit out of you.

You three made a line for the table Hyuck was seated, Nari practically leaped to the younger Lee’s arms, she loved him, he was fool and let her get away with anything, he was putty in her hands. You talked for a while, but Jaehyun’s eyes were burning on your face, you could feel it.

When the conversation stopped, Jaehyun called your name.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Jaehyun.”

“Don’t lie.”

You breathed a long breath.

“Right now, I’m okay Jaehyun really, it’s not the first time…it just…gets to me more than I should let it get.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“I’m okay, and I will be fine, go entertain your guests I’ll stay here with the guys if they don’t mind.”

Johnny had to butt in.

“Oh god we don’t mind it, actually, don’t think Doyoung’s wife would mind you keeping him safe from other woman, man that woman is OBSESSED, I don’t think she trusts any other woman with her man but shit, so much jealously if-”

“We know John!” Huck, you and Jaehyun said almost at the same time.

“Go Jaehyun I’ll be fine.”

“Ok, I will go.”

He turned but then turned towards you again.

“Where is my present!”

You laughed a bit.

“I just left it on the pile, don’t worry I haven’t forgot it.”

“Ok. Hum…can we open later, together as we always do?”

“Of course, Jaehyun.”

“Ok, I’m going”. This time he turned and went to entertain the other guests, later on his mom came to talk to you a bit, his dad left a small kiss on your forehead and carried Nari away.

Along the night you talked to the boys – yes, the boys from NCT127, all the 8 sitting at the same table, the chaos between shared stories and them drowning alcohol into their systems, Taeil talked about his wife, the latest recipes he learned, Johnny promptly jump in to ask when was going to be their next “family” dinner, Taeyong watched everything with a red neck because of the alcohol, his big black eyes focused on the conversation and talking a bit of sense to anyone’s crazy ideas for dinners or vocations.

Yuta was loud, talking about this rock concert he saw a few days ago, where the singer was an amazing vocalist, Doyoung said he wished he could also go to concerts with the guys but basically his wife didn’t trust his life in his friends’ hands, making an offended noise Jungwoo butted in claiming he had no idea why she said that since they were all responsible people.

Mark nodded, saying he had no idea why she thought that.

This time you butted in.

“Oh, please Mark, I do remember that time on a MV filming set where Jeno was on a dumpster lid and you told him to do back flips…you’re practically raised by Johnny, all of you are the perfect example of why man die first, just stupid.”

They all looked at you, offended of course.

Haechan was the first one to start the bickering.

“Watch most of us outlive you.”

“Of course, maybe 2 of you will.”

“I’ll outlive you.”

“Oh, please Johnny, if you manage that I might feel offended. I am outliving you at least by a few months since I’m younger.”

“Oh, please Y/N, you’ll probably die of boredom.”

“I will die of old age, and you will probably die while doing some weird shit.”

They all cracked up in a laugh, Johnny sometimes in the past was caught doing some hum, let’s say questionable things, nothing criminal, just, weird…but hey, not everyone’s got good tase.

And that’s how the rest of the party rolled for you.

It was already past midnight when you saw Jaehyun, go up the stairs with Nari in his arms. You quickly got up and followed up.

Nari had her own bedroom in her grandfather’s house, and her dad’s apartment as well.

Following close behind you opened your daughter room door, to find him tucking Nari in bed, you asked:

“She’s already asleep?”

“Yes, but she’s trying to stay up, so I brought her up, before she actually manages to kick her sleep away.”

She couldn’t even keep her eyes open; you watched while he covered her in the blankets and made sure her hands and feet weren’t out of the bed.

When Jaehyun finished, he got up and curved to give her a goodnight kiss on her head. You just looked at it, this is one of the many reasons even after everything, you still couldn’t regret any minute you had together, it was also times like these where you, missed your husband, your best friend.

You didn’t realize you were blocking the door, so Jaehyun touched your arm, it looked like he was whispering your name, so you let him guide you out of the room. As soon as the door closed behind you too, he asked:

“Can we open my present? Together like always?”

“Of course we can, but what about your guests?”

“Only my dad’s closest friends stayed plus the guys.”

“What about Yeri?”

“I sent her home with my driver. It’s been a long night.”

“Jaehyun…” You said disapprovingly.

“What?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“I know, but for me it’s just my birthday. She knows Y/N.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ll go down to grab it, wait for me outside?”

“Sure.”

Walking down the other way toward the gardens in the winter chill, a consequence of wearing a dress, you admired the meticulously tended flowers by Mrs. Jung.

Footsteps approached, prompting you to turn. Jaehyun halted upon meeting your gaze, holding a wrapped photobook. His eyes, however, were fixed on the ground. Following his line of sight, you realized he was focused on your shoes.

You remembered just as something warm filled your body, you had sex with him, once, while wearing those shoes.

Shaking your head slightly, trying to erase the mental image of him railing you while you wore nothing but the black designer shoe with the YSL letters as part of the golden heel.

Coffing a little you tried to get Jaehyun’s attention, no doubt judging by the red tone on his ears he also remembers everything.

He looked up as if you had woken him. So, you said:

“Are we going to open your present or not?”

“Yeah sure.”

Following him to the swing like bench you sit down while he rips the paper with a smile on his face that remembers a lot like a kid on Christmas Day, you contain a laugh.

He opens and flips a few pages smile growing the more pictures he sees. Turning his body towards you he asks:

“Walk me through it?”

“Of course, Jae.”

Smiling, you get closer to him, grabbing the photobook and placing it on both of your legs. So, the story begins. The first page narrates a day at a park near your home with Nari. You swear, she stared at a little boy with brown hair and dimples, as if it were her first crush. It suddenly struck you—maybe this was her first crush.

Jaehyun frowned a bit, making a bit of a sour face at mentions of a boy.

“She’s 5 Jaehyun, chill.”

“I know, but tell me did the boy was nice to her or looked at her with cute eyes too?”

“He was nice to her, even let her play with one of his toys when she made a crying face.”

“Well, that’s good.”

Laughing you asked:

“Why is that?”

“Our daughter is beautiful.”

“I know…” You said making question marks at him with your eyes.

“If he didn’t like her too, he would be a fool.”

“Jaehyun?”

“Yes”

“That was cute.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Yes, it was.”

“I’m not cute, Y/N.”

“Still, it was.”

Letting out a playful huff he finally gave in.

“Fine, it was. Now, moving on to the next page.”

Smiling you kept telling to Jaehyun the stories behind the pictures and little notes on the photobook slash scrapbook. You both laughed a lot about how cute and smart Jung Nari is.

Upon finishing the last page, he turned his full body, legs still touching. It felt uncomfortably close. Before anything could be said, his hand reached out, gently tucking the strands of hair behind your ear.

Chills went up your arms, he noticed too, but mistook for cold, so you watched as he took out his suit out and wrapped it on your arms and shoulders. You still couldn’t muster words, so you let out a small thank you under your breath.

When you raised your eyes up to his, he was looking at you with so many emotions locked in his eyes.

“Y/N…”

“Hum?”

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

You saw him getting closer but couldn’t manage to move. Even if you could, you weren’t sure in which direction you would move.

One of his arms circled your back, landing on your waist. Pulling you close, he held your head with his other hand carefully while he kissed your forehead. Breathing you in and out, he started:

“Y/N, I-”

“I know Jaehyun, I know.”

And you knew, but you couldn’t let him say it.

Next Chapter!

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To everyone who has waited for this chapter since I promised to drop a few weeks ago, tysm for you patience, I hope it pays out the wait.

- Tessa 💚

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[pterodactylterrace]

Why exactly did they decide to make Aegon SA the maid? In the books he never assaults anyone. He is known to have a “large carnal appetite” but it’s never mentioned that these women were forced in anyway. The closest we get is when we hear that he won the virginities of two maidens at an auction in flea bottom. Which, by my understanding, means he paid extra to be a whore’s first customer. It wasn’t some sweet innocent girl like we see in the show. The girls already worked in the brothel learning their trade. They don’t just yoink girls off the street and out their virginity up for sale.

So why include it in the show? Was it because they realized Aegon wasn’t nearly as horrible as Rhaenyra, so they had to do something?

Rhaenyra has 3 bastards that everyone knows about, but can’t say anything. Just committing open treason and no one is allowed to point it out.

She had beef with a literal 2 year old. She had multiple tantrums at her little brothers second name day hunt. Also looked right at him and compared the death squeals of a boar to the crying to children.

Suspected of killing her first husband. In the show, she shows Laenor mercy, but has no problem killing off one of his servants because they needed a body. You don’t understand! She reconnected with her uncle by fucking him on the beach at his late wife’s funeral! She just HAD to marry Daemon instead! Who cares that Laenor was in the process of recommitting himself to their marriage when she sprung this idea on him? He gets to live penniless with his boyfriend in Pentos or something! All he had to do was give up his family, his inheritance, his power, his place at court and all his wealth, along with the life of one of his father’s servants. Sure, he could have kept all those things, but then Daemon would get all broody about how he can’t openly fuck his niece!

Her second eldest is adamant he doesn’t want the Driftwood throne. She forces him to fight for it anyway rather than just quietly sending word that Luke is willing to allow Vaemond to inherit in his place.

Suggesting Aemond be tortured to learn where he heard her sons being called bastards after Luke just slashed out his eye. Not to mention that snobby “Thank you, father” that was totally inappropriate, unnecessary and sent Alicent over the edge.

In comparison, Aegon is a teenage boy who… likes drinking and jerking it. The worst thing he has done was mock his brother with a pig. Alicent corrects this behavior, and from what I can tell, the two boys were friendly towards each other after the time jump. Aemond and Aegon are chatting before dinner. Aemond stands to defend Aegon when Jace acts like he may try something. When Aemond gets punched by Jace and then pushes him to the ground, Aegon grabs Luke before he can do anythjng. Clearly they have grown close.

We see the twins at the fighting pit where Aegon allegedly goes often. How can they know that, though? Earlier in that episode Otto asks his personal guard (either Erryk or Arryk. Their names sound the same and they have the same face, I don’t know who is who) where he is and his guard admits that Aegon exploits his authority to order him away and then evades him. He admits he doesn’t have a clue what he gets up to. Then, later we see a boy with blonde hair and purple eyes, and it’s Aegon’s. No doubt in anyone’s mind. Clearly Aegon is knowingly breeding child fighters for the pit. Weird how he wasn’t there, though.

Matter of fact, the white worm just found him drunk off his ass and stashed him in the sept. That’s what he was getting up to. Getting drunk and likely paying for sex.

Now let’s analyze the scene where Alicent confronts Aegon.

Alicent is IRATE and Aegon is half asleep. Looks like he hasn’t moved in a while, tbh. Aegon asks if something happened. Don’t you think he would know if he did something? His mother reminds him about Dyana, and he seems very nonchalant about it. Not the kind of reaction you would expect from someone that just forced himself on a struggling servants. He saw it as just a bit of fun. His reaction just seems… off.

Now, we know GRRM likes to repeat plot points. One in the original series was Cersei only laying with Robert when he was drunk so she could finish him off some other way, and he wouldn’t remember. Aegon is a known drunk. There were no witnesses. Who’s to say Dyana isn’t a spy or a mole sent to fuck shit up?

She is in season 2. Why bring back an SA victim in season 2 if she doesn’t have more to add to the story? Sure, there could be a revenge arc, but from my understanding, Dyana is at a brothel in season 2. Now, did she wind up there after the Aegon incident (hard to believe considering she was given a pouch of coin to start a new life and she only made it to the end of the palace driveway) OR she went back to where she came from. Back to her mistress, the White Worm. We see she employs young women in her service. Who’s to say they didn’t make the whole thing up to try and sway more people towards Rhaenyra’s cause? Nothing makes a man look worse than SA.

So all the horrible things Aegon has done so far, has been hearsay. We don’t see anything other than him bullying Aemond when they were kids. So either the writers had to do something totally awful with his character, or it wouldn’t be such a landslide siding for Rhaenyra.

You know if they hadn’t decided to assassinate his character, it would be much closer to a 50/50 split. They also had to whitewash the hell out of Rhaenyra to make her more likable. In the books, SHE orders Vaemond’s death and feeds him to her dragon. So in the same episode they blackwashed Aegon and whitewashed Rhaenyra so the audience would root for her. Then they had the balls to say WITH THEIR WHOLE CHEST that they aren’t biased in their writing.

[ask-my-spooky-month-ocs]

Decided to draw Spook as an adult

She's 28 in this drawing. The scar on her face is from her ex boyfriend slashing at her face with a knife when she tried to break up with him, she know has a restraining order against him. Spook is in a relationship with Lizzie and is the step-mother of Billie and Otto (Lizzie's kids from her ex husband). Spook has a kid of her own, her darling little Lily. Spook didn't know she was pregnant with Lily when she left her ex, she found out while she was staying with her brother and Pump before she moved in with Lizzie and her children. Spook considers her daughter the one good thing to come out of her previous relationship.

This is Lily, she's a few months old and the same age as Hannah and Charlie's son Ollie. Lily is also Ollie's playmate. Lily is her mother's sweet little angel and the light of her life. Lily is a quiet child like Ollie, only kicking up a fuss when she's hungry or the older kids and adults are freaking out

Bonus Mother-Daughter nap:

[fukin-shortass]

@an1d10t LORE FOR YOU(tw ahead for sh,su1cide and just yucky things in general sorrryyyy)

okay so

This is gonna sound so weird in some parts but I'm half asleep sooooo

Jamie *had* a daughter, Maeve, who ended up killing herself via slit wrists because of her abusive boyfriend. Decades later Jamie and Vova got in a huge fight over something bad Vova did, he tried to kill one of her friends while he was in a fit of rage. He ended up getting sent to a dimension called Deaths Hallway. That dimension is basically a never ending forest with deadly creatures and other demons. He was stuck in there for 200 years (my poor boy). During that time, Jamie adopted her daughter Gia, and Gia ended up adopting a child named Maggie.

Now, Gia is a special kind of demon, a reincarnated one. Her and Lilith were originally in an army together, lead by Lilith herself, in a war against Heaven. Gia ended up realizing how fucking bonkers Lilith was with her strategies, or lack of, and left the army to be reincarnated as a human, forgetting all she knew and all she was. Lilith saw this as betrayal and swore revenge.

Gia as a human ended up getting murdered by her husband via poison, and went back down to hell because reincarnated demons go back to hell when they die, no matter how good or bad they were. Then Jamie adopted Gia yadda yadda yadda Gia adopted Maggie etc etc.

NOW. Maggie ended up getting killed in a house fire, and Gia is now burnt on the entire backside of her body from the fire. Decades later Lilith finds out about Gia being back and decides to strike revenge now. She ends up shape-shifting into an "older version" of Maggie and ended up convincing Gia that she was actually her. Uh oh secret gets revealed and Gia tries to kill Lilith, fails miserably, almost dies herself(L) and now everyone's trying to kill Lilith.

At this point Azzy ended up meeting Vova in Deaths Hallway and they're really good friends now, she convinces Jamie to let him out, and she agrees partially because he could be of use to kill Lilith.

Anyway, Vovas free, they find Lilith, Gia almost dies again, but Jamie lands the final blow on Lilith, slashing her across her body, and now as a ghost, and when she's undead, she has black and purple roses all around her body, especially where she got cut.

NOW LILLY

Lilly has two sisters, Oli and Penni.

They're vampires, once angels of Heaven. Lilith resents her siblings, especially Penni, and she's very abusive to both of them. Anyway long story short Penni has enough of her bullshit and kills her. Oli and Penni bury Lilly and burn her corpse.

NOW. FINALLY TO WHERE JAMIE GOES SILLY.

Jamie has been getting obsessed with defying her sisters, Life and Fate, and decide to try to revive someone(VERY BAD‼️‼️)

So she goes to Oli and Penni, and ends up reviving Lilly. It goes horribly wrong and now Lilly is essentially a zombie vampire thing, flowers in her chest, burnt skin in a lot of places, and barely holding onto any sort of control of herself. Jamie sees this as a win and goes on a spree of reviving Lilith, Maggie and her daughter Maeve. Despite Vova and Azzy begging her to not, she does it anyway. All of the undead are in pain and just want to be put to rest again. Then, Lilly ends up chompin someone, cue apocalypse.

Now Vova, Gia, Maggie, Maeve, and Azzy are trying to find a cure. Jamie herself is almost fully undead from how much reviving she's done and very much isn't helping the situation with zombies.

Lilith is very rarely helping out, trying to find a cure herself, and Yuni is every once in a while helping as well, especially with supplies.

There's an ending, but we're still working on it.

OKAY BYEEE

[chaos64sprinkles]

Returning Home with Total Disappointment! Scene 7

02/21/24 2:54pm

N-Slash-A: Why is she still inside the store? Will that mystery guy, I don't know, tell her about the crystal ball I stole to make a prediction for her? I better hide somewhere!

Sprinkles: But why would he do something like that without even knowing where this place was!

Mr. Mystery: See for yourself, that crystal ball that was there, that's what your boyfriend stole from me and now I'm going to take all of your money from you that there's still a lot left!

Sprinkles: What? NO!

Mr. Mystery: Now I have the 549 dollars for the price and the rest of your money for the long delay, now it can leak out of my store with delicacy, oh and when you are going to make a commission, which I am reading in your mind, give it to me credits there because I'm responsible for creating you carnival bat creatures!

Sprinkles: Okay, okay, I'll do it, bye bye!

Mr. Mystery: LOOK, if you don't mention me in your committee I'll find out about it!

Sprinkles: Ahhh, okay, now where's that troublemaking bat so we can have a very serious conversation while we get home quickly! Ahh? Oh, it's obvious!

Narrator: Hello Hello land of objects, we are here for a baseball game and as you know, this will be a most tense moment in our lives, the player from our home team will throw the ball with such precision without much effort and the batter gets ready to hit the ball and………..HE HIT IT! I don't believe this, oh my god!

N-Slash-A: I'll get it, I'll get it, I'll get it!

Sprinkles: Oops, looks like you don't need this ball to become a rabid fan right now!

N-Slash-A: BUT!

Sprinkles: During our trip home, we're going to have a very serious talk about what you've been up to recently because of that!

N-Slash-A: But I was going to catch this ball, I was going, let me go, let me go, I was the one who was going to catch it, I was the one chosen, it was me, it was me!

Narrator: Madam and Gentlemen, it seems that we had a fight between husband and wife during the landing of the baseball that ended up in the hands of a robotic aquatic child, let's give a round of applause to this little creature that recovered the baseball, Hooray!

''After Sprinkles catches a baseball with a glove, she throws the accessories away to catch Slash with her left fin and gives the ball to Fushi which was the last coolest moment of her life, because after that day, from from ''Lost Heat'', Fushi just went downhill from an ultra fall involving disagreements with his older brother ''Prism'' and other various situations in his life!''

1 Day Later…

02/22/24 11:32am

Skullck: Alright!

Sprinkles: So Slash, are you sorry for what you did that day and also for my savings?

N-Slash-A: Yes I understand, I'm sorry about that.

Sprinkles: It's okay Slash, I thought before about not buying anything else after buying the album and what matters is that we're on good terms now.

Sprinkles: What?

''Sprinkles and Slash react to the pirate decoration made by Skullck during these 2 days at home!''

Sprinkles: If you swear you decorated our bush full of pirate stuff while we went shopping for our inani-mate bat collection album, isn't that right?

N-Slash-A: Hmmmm, I like that Hat!

Skullck: It's just that at first, I was very bored, then when I went to look at my Apple iPhone, I don't know why they call it Apple, I saw the Pirate of the Caribbean movie and it changed my life forever!

Sprinkles: Ahh so, that's why pirates use a skull symbol to represent pirates of the Caribbean, right?

Skullck: Ahem, Exactly!

N-Slash-A: Hey and all these pirate accessories here, they're all real!

Skullck: No my son, if you haven't seen the plush octopus, these accessories are all fake, I just use them for decoration!

N-Slash-A: Ahhhh, what a shame, I thought it was.

[bowiewashington]

Drabble: About NYE

Trigger Warnings: References to the NYE players event, blood and gore, self-harm, child marriage, grooming, and domestic violence.

New Years Eve

When their anonymous benefactor invited them to a masquerade party on New Years Eve, Bowie didn’t know what to expect. He’d been given a fake name (his ex-husband’s name - which he knew was on purpose just to fvck with him) and told to meet up with someone with the name Katrina. Allegedly all they had to do was kiss at midnight, which was fine. A kiss was a kiss and he’d gotten paid to kiss people for years. And it was fine. A little awkward, but she seemed nice, even if she kept looking at him like she recognized him. There wasn’t anything too awful about the event. And that was when the text came in:

Excuse yourself in a few minutes to go to the bathroom. There, you’ll find several pocket knives. Grab one and store it in your jacket. When the clock strikes midnight, I dare you to take a stab. At your date or at you, your choice, but I want to see some blood. 

As he read through the text, he sighed. Of course, of fvcking course. Their anonymous 'friend' wouldn’t let them just have a nice night. No. They needed to be tortured for whatever sick game these people were playing. He slipped his phone back in his pocket, already knowing what he was going to do. “Hey, I’ll be right back. My sister sent me a 911 text. I think she’s fighting with her boyfriend again.” He lied to his date before disappearing towards the direction of the bathrooms. He didn't even have a sister.

Finding the pocket knives, he slipped one into his pocket and sighed. He scrubbed his hand over his face, steeling himself for what was going to happen next. Not wanting any of the other ‘players’ to see him, he ducked out of the bathroom and found a quiet place out of the way. He unclasped his watch and slipped it into his pocket before unbuttoning his left sleeve and rolling it up to expose old scar tissue on his wrist. If the fvckers were going to blast on their website that he was suicidal, then he was going to give them what they wanted. Besides, they never said that he had to stab himself in front of his date; no one deserved that trauma. He pulled his phone out to order a car, and then pulled out his knife, waiting for the right moment.

Hearing the countdown begin, he scanned the crowd for his date, hoping she didn’t think she was going to get stuck with a consequence. He was doing this so she wouldn’t have to suffer any of their consequences. Once he heard the screaming of “Happy New Year,” he slashed across his old wound, watching as the blood bubbled out. As he heard screaming across the room as other people stabbed or were stabbed, he stepped out of the alcove, and raised his bloody arm up in the air. Those fvckers were here; he knew they were. He gave a wide spin and screamed out: “Happy fvcking New Year, creeps!” 

He made eye contact with ‘Katrina’ across the room, and nodded at her before all but running out of the building. The knife went into his pocket and he yanked out his pocket square, wrapping it around his bleeding wrist as he scanned the area for his ride. Fvck, his wrist was bleeding a hell of a lot more than he thought it would. Fvck. 

“Maliki?” 

Seeing the car and making sure it matched the description on his phone, he sighed in relief and slipped inside. “Yeah, that’s me.” He affirmed as he pulled his belt on, and pushed his mask off.

“It’s funny.” The driver said as he pulled away from the curb. “The only time I’ve heard the name Maliki is from that one sci-fi show. The main guy goes by Mal but his real name is Maliki and-” He must have looked in the rearview window and realized who his passenger was. “Oh holy sh!t.”

Bowie shot him a wry smile. “Is it cool if I make a call?” 

He nodded. “Yep, yep, yep.” And, great. This is what he got for using a cheeky fake name instead of his real name. Scrolling through his phone, he found a number he hadn’t called in years.

“Name please.” A robotic voice demanded.

Pressing down onto his still bleeding wound, he sighed. “Bennett Monroe.” 

“Password.” 

“Sunset.” He murmured out, not making eye contact with his driver. 

There was a laugh as the line was transferred. “Bennett.” The older man chuckled. “Now, this is a surprise. I didn’t think I’d hear from you again.” 

He pressed on his wrist again. “Yeah, that was the plan. Things change. You got a doctor out in the Charlotte area who can see me now?” He asked, skipping the pleasantries and getting right to it. Afterall, this was a concierge doctor hotline. They didn’t care about pleasantries when you were paying them. 

“What’d you do, Bennett?” 

Bowie closed his eyes. “Reopened the wound on my wrist. It’s, uh, bleeding a lot.” He avoided eye contact with the driver again. 

“Where are you at?”

“I’m on my way to my place. I’m sure you have it on file. It doesn’t matter how many times I change my address or update the restraining order, he always has my address.” Bowie admitted with a sigh. 

It was quiet for a moment. “I’m sending someone your way, but Bennett, you know Benny is going to to hear about this. The account is under his name.”

Bowie nodded. “I’d rather get patched up on the DL than have the hospital ask questions and wind up in a tabloid or something. Ben I can handle. Send your guy.” He ended the call as they arrived at his place. “Here.” He handed his driver a couple hundred in cash. “As a thank you for your silence, and for your dry cleaning bill.” 

And with that, he disappeared into his apartment.

A Couple Days Later

He was laying on the couch at Avery’s place when his phone rang. Avery was out running errands and Olivia was enthralled in some Disney movie. It was an unknown number, which meant it was Benny. It was always Benny. He trailed his fingers over his patched up wrist before answering the phone. 

“Hey, Ben.” He murmured out quietly, not wanting to attract Olivia’s attention. “I was expecting your call days ago. Or for you to show up on my doorstep.” 

There was a bitter laugh. “I almost did.” His ex-husband murmured. “I called your mother and she talked me out of it.”

Of course he still talked to his mother. The woman was the reason they got married in the first place. As much as she loved him, she liked the idea of Bowie being taken care of by someone wealthy. Even if he had groomed him from the age of eight on. His mother’s dream for him was to be a trophy husband.

“She doesn’t answer my calls, but she takes yours. Typical.” He rolled his eyes, watching Olivia to make sure she was still paying attention to the movie. 

Benny sighed. “I think it’s time for you to come home. Grad school is stressing you out. You slit your wrist again. The last time you did that was when I wouldn't sign your stupid divorce papers.” He said, and this was a very familiar conversation. 

“I am home, Ben.” He said with a sigh. “I know you have it in your head that we have some epic romance like Liz and Burton, Frida and Diego, or Marilyn and Joe, but we’re not them. We’re not getting remarried after getting divorced.”

His ex laughed. “Are you Liz Taylor or am I? Because those other relationships, Bee… not happy endings.”

“None of them were happy endings, that’s the point, Ben. Thanks for covering my treatment. I’ll send you the cash.”

“The fvck you will.” His ex argued. “When we got married, the promise was ‘til death. We’re both still alive, Bee. Divorce doesn’t mean sh!t. You can sow your oats all you want. Try on a hetero-presenting relationship for a while, but me and you, Bee? We’re for life. It’s my responsibility as your husband to take care of you.”

Bowie swallowed. Fvck. Maybe he should have just sucked it up and gone to the hospital and dealt with the fall out. He knew Benny was delusional, but this was worse than he realized. “Ben-” Before he could say anything else, there was a tug on his arm. 

“BoBo. The movie’s over. Can we make cookies?”

On the other end he could hear Benny asking who the fvck he was talking to. “Lose this number.” He told him - immediately turning his phone off and focusing his attention on Olivia. He’d worry about getting a new number tomorrow. Bowie had something far more important to focus on. “What type of cookies were you thinking about, munchkin?”

[carrotcouple]

No seriously, can we talk about adult Ebisu’s hands?

[swga-ficrecs]

june 2021 recap

ahh june was a really fic-filled month!!! i used to be a silent reader but then i realized that it’s hard to go back to the fics i really liked reading since i had no way of finding them except for remembering key words and googling the shit out of it lol so!!! i thought of doing a monthly recap of all my favorites in addition to the fics i like and reblog. thank you to these wonderful authors who just write pure magic  ✨

🏆 holy grail  |  ☀️ fluff  |  🌧 angst  |  💋 smut.

fave authors

🏆 @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong

HOLY GRAIL AUTHOR!!! Loved a lot of their series because of the tropes and the plot. I’ll definitely come back to their fics in the future for another binge reading session

@taecalikook

Really loved their fuckboy trope fics. Has a few unfinished fics I’m excited to binge read once they’re completed

🏆 @gukyi

Discovered their work back in 2017? Really loved IGYMH and reread their masterlist this month

@ve1vetyoongi​

All I can remember is the ending of Mic Drop and I can’t  😭 I’m really excited for their unfinished fics!!!!

fave fics 

Arranged by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: chaebol MYG x student reader

Y/N is a struggling student in Seoul: working multiple jobs, living in a broom closet apartment, and often sacrificing her dignity for the sake of her livelihood. What happens when a handsome stranger presents her with an offer she cannot refuse at the moment she needs it most?

Dissonance by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong  🏆 🌧 ☀️

Pairing: bassist KTH x student / band manager reader

Y/N is a struggling student in Seoul: working multiple jobs, living in a broom closet apartment, and often sacrificing her dignity for the sake of her livelihood. What happens when a handsome stranger presents her with an offer she cannot refuse at the moment she needs it most?

The Parting by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong  🏆 🌧 ☀️

Pairing: flower shop owner PJM x reaper reader

The only certainty in life is death, and it seems to follow Park Jimin. All his life, the icy shadow of death has hung closely by his side, along with the shadow of…something else. Reapers exist to guide the souls of the living to the world beyond. But what happens when a particular Reaper tampers with the natural order and saves a mortal boy’s life? What will they do once their fates become inextricably linked?

From Home by @gyukult  ���� ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: chaebol JJK x reader

jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

(Not) Just Friends by @.taecalikook  🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Bestfriend / fuckboy / fratboy JJK x reader ft. KSJ 

Befriending the fuckboy with devilishly handsome face and emotional capacity of a pea is not your choice, especially when you met him when you were in fifth grade, attracted for the unhealthy vermilion shaded face of the nerd he was that fateful day. So was Jungkook, as he is already putting strictly platonic label on your forehead and calls it a day. But it is only a matter of time before everything changes, and it only takes a frat party, lots of booze and… a certain Kim Seokjin.

Partiality by @jiminimoon  🏆 🌧

Pairing: Husband PJM x reader

You and Jimin argue about your kids not loving you two equally

Brown-eyed Baby by @jeonstudios  🏆 ☀️ 🌧 💋

Pairing: Single Parent JJK x reader

a lost child at the mall. eyes from a different time.

I’ll Give You My Heart by @.gukyi  🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: CEO bestfriend MYG x reader

gift exchanges are cool. gift exchanges with your ceo-slash-best friend min yoongi are less cool, because what the hell are you supposed to get the man that already has everything?

The Truth Between Us by @.gukyi and @jimlingss   🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Editor MYG x reader

a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

Love is Blind by @cinnaminsvga 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

[Final] Pairing: Fake boyfriend KNJ x reader

social media au where y/n posts a fake boyfriend application on twitter as a dare but ends up seeking something real in the long run (aka how to fall in love the zillennial way)

Love Grows Where You Go by @hueseok 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Fiancé MYG x reader

determined to make you and yoongi grow closer for your upcoming wedding in two weeks, your parents plan a trip for the both of you that lasts five days long. you know you should be ecstatic about it, considering your longtime crush on your fiancé, but by how you’re positive that he secretly despises your whole being, you don’t find this mini vacation with him something to look forward to. that is until things take an unexpected turn and suddenly, he makes it apparent he doesn’t hate you at all as you reckoned.

Give Me Love by @.hueseok 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Lawyer boyfriend KNJ x reader

you’ve been in a relationship with your boyfriend for over five years now, yet the talk of marriage has never been initiated between the two of you. of course, you try to somehow squeeze it in from time to time, but it seems like no matter what, namjoon just won’t take the hint

Cornfields and Cosmos by @jessikahathaway ☀️ 🌧 💋

Pairing: Alien MYG x reader

Cornfields: He was an alien. You were a girl. Can I make it any more obvious? Probably. It’s the one where Yoongi’s a cold alien that needs love too.

Cosmos:  Yoongi and you had been travelling together for a long time. You’d begun the terrifying journey of becoming parents. When a new person arrives in a way you didn’t expect, you and Yoongi’s relationship is sent into a tailspin.

The Art of Craving by @venusiangguk  ☀️ 💋

Pairing: Single parent DILF JJK x reader

jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.

fics to i’m waiting to finish before binge reading

What we are not ; Soulmates by @.taecalikook

Pairing: MYG x reader x KTH

you love yoongi with all your heart throughout these five years being in a relationship with him. you always thought he is the one — your one, even when the infamous soulmate signs are still not showing. yet you always wait, because you know it’s him you are destined to be with, forever. but what would happen if then his childhood best friend comes along, with the universe-signed telltales that you have been looking for true love in all the wrong places?

When the sea sleeps by @.taecalikook

Pairing: KSJ x reader

marriage should be based on love, but it’s not really the case with you and Seokjin. what’s more beneficial than two person who sworn off romances to get married out of obligation, right? but you should have known better, that keeping your heart straight from wanting someone like Kim Seokjin is next to impossible.

After Midnight by @.gyukult

Pairing: JJK x reader

jeon jungkook only likes seeing you after midnight.

Better With You by @ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: KSJ x reader

A part time job as a chef at Paradise Resort seems like the perfect way to spend your summer and save up some spare cash to open your own restaurant back home. That is until you cross paths with the CEO’s son who threatens to fire you if you don’t help him inherit his trust-fund-baby-fortune. How? By making you his fiancé. Well, his pretend fiancé at least.

Operation: Love Letters by @.ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: OT7 x reader

When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

Remember Me by @.ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: OT7 x reader

Taehyung wants to be forgotten. Overwhelmed by his life as idol persona V, he longs to just be Kim Taehyung for once. Even if that means forgetting everything he ever knew

🏆  The Prince and His Rose by @vanaera

Pairing: Football player / Childhood bestfriend JJK x reader

Drabble series of “For a While”

The Heart Holiday by @.vanaera

Pairing: MYG x reader

Valentine’s Day is declared as an official holiday. However, private companies’ standards dictate it’s only for the people who are currently in a relationship. Unluckily for Y/N, she doesn’t have this year’s PRS’ (Proof of Relationship Status) “in a relationship” box ticked – the only ticket out she can have to enjoy one paid week of holiday leave away from her hellish job. And more unfortunately for Y/N, everyone around her is oh so conveniently currently committed in a relationship. Except for one person: Min Yoongi, Y/N’s biggest critic in every pitch meeting, the picky guy who always picks on her, and the most annoying jerk of the century. Desperate for that holiday leave, Y/N strikes Yoongi up with an offer: Fake date each other two weeks before February 14, just enough time for the Department of Relationship Management (DRM) to consider processing their PRSs. After Valentine’s Day, they will go back to their own ways and never speak about whatever that may happen during the plan. Good, plain, and simple. That is until, Yoongi uncharacteristically oh so enthusiastically agrees to Y/N’s offer, leaving her thinking that she may have bitten something too much more than she can chew.

My Time by @.vanaera

Pairing: JJK x reader

A future technology allows cops to jump in the past and future to investigate crimes that have happened and prepare for those that are about to happen. A simple hit-and-run turns into something more when Captain Jeon Jungkook finds himself as the victim of a culprit who cannot be identified by the system. Especially when the culprit seems to be the same person behind the new case that’s threatening the order in the justice organization. All goes haywire when Jungkook gets involved with Y/N L/N, the clairvoyant sketch artist who may be his only help to solve the case.

Lost Stars by @.hueseok

Pairing: JJK x reader

the last person you’d expect to be there for you is your roommate, jeongguk, on the night you break up with your cheating boyfriend; because as far as you’re concerned, the both of you aren’t exactly friends, and he definitely shouldn’t be running to get you upon hearing you sob via phone call.

so when he does, you begin thinking that maybe you’ve just been hard on him over the years, or perhaps he just liked pretending to be an annoying shit most of the time. either way, it becomes the beginning of an unexpected friendship finally blossoming.

Dexterity + Stupidity by @.hueseok

Pairing: JJK x reader

a drabble series that features surgical intern!jeongguk x surgical resident!reader as they go through their odd senior-junior relationship, obviously having the hots for each other and yet, frustratingly goes into twists and turns in order to properly act on it.

Crimson Grail by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: MYG x reader

There were tales of the famed pirate Min Yoongi, Captain of the Crimson Grail. However, one meeting with him is hardly ever enough… One taste of adventure, and you were addicted.

Baby Talk by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: PJM x JJK x reader

Jimin and Jungkook had been trying to get a surrogate for years. Finally when you agree to help them, their dreams seem to be coming true. But, dreams change…

Vegas, Baby by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: KTH x reader

They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. What happens when there’s a little more legality to it than that?

Taming the Beast by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: KTH x reader

You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

Owner by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: JJK x reader

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

If Only You Knew by @agustdakasuga

Pairing: BTS x reader

From the start, you knew you wanted to be a hybrid rehabilitator. You needed to help these hybrids heal, learn to live with one another and lead normal lives. Even if they are all different, you hoped that they could give each other a new reason to live.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

I really want to see how a SamBucky /WandaVision double date would go!!

{{{{ okay okay okay okay!!! this was such a cute ask!!!! thank you nonny for sending it!!!! i tried to make it silly and cute but my angsty ass got emotional with it like always!!!! but its still cute and silly tooo!!!! i hope you enjoy it!!!! thanks again for sending it in!!!!! }}}}

Ao3

Double Dates and a Dead (???) Husband

Warning: possibly ooc because of sillyness but i feel like i still got them close to their idiot selves????

“Sam?” Bucky called, his voice echoing through the house.

“Out here!” Sam’s voice answered, sounding far away. Bucky walked down the hall, and out the back door, he bit his lip when he saw Sam. He was tossing the shield around the yard, grunting when he released it, his skin shinning with sweat in the hot afternoon sun. Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets and walked down the steps, stumbling down the last one as Sam turned to him, smiling brightly. Bucky’s eyes moved over his body as Sam grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped at his face, muscles in his arms rippling under his skin. Bucky swallowed dryly as Sam looked at him.

“Buck?” he questioned, after a long moment of silence.

“Huh?” Bucky asked, his mind foggy as he looked at Sam.

“You’re staring.” Sam said, a smirk tugging at his lips. Bucky startled, his eyes going to the ground, and cleared his throat.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, shoving his hands further in his pockets. Sam closed the space between them quickly, stepping into Bucky’s space with ease, his finger moving under Bucky’s chin, gently moving Bucky’s eyeline up to his.

“You don’t have to apologize for that anymore remember?” Sam said, smiling softly before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Bucky’s mouth.

“Oh yeah.” Bucky sighed, his eyes fluttering and then locking onto Sam’s. Sam smiled again, a big one this time, as he backed away from Bucky.

“What did you need?” Sam asked, grabbing the shield and tucking it away in its case. Bucky watched his back move in the sun and then shook himself.

“What?” he asked, brows furrowing. Sam huffed a laugh.

“You called for me? Sounded like you needed something.” He pulled his shirt back over his head, wiggling into it as it stuck to his sweaty skin, Bucky bit back the disgruntled noise he wanted to make.

“Oh stop scowling, you’ve seen me shirtless plenty.” Sam scolded, poking his finger gently against Bucky’s furrowed brow as he passed him, walking back to the house. Bucky followed him, trailing him like he was being pulled along by a string holding them together.

“I wasn’t scowling. You’re scowling.” Bucky retorted, muttering under his breath, walking to the kitchen as Sam ran the shield upstairs.

“I heard that!” Sam’s voice called, sing song-y, as he jogged back down the stairs. Bucky grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and tossed it to Sam, watched him catch it effortlessly before throwing himself into one of the chairs around their table.

“So what did you need? Must not have been too important.” Sam smirked at him.

“Shut up.” Bucky narrowed his eyes at him and leaned back against the counter.

“Wanda called.” He said, crossing his arms.

“Wanda. Our Wanda?” Sam asked, chugging almost half the bottle of water at once. Bucky stared at his throat as he drank, looking away hastily when Sam moved his eyes back to him. And Bucky could feel Sam smirking at him, the smug bastard.

“We only know one Wanda, don’t we?” Bucky asked, trying to sound sarcastic, but he was sure his uncertainty was bleeding through.

“Yeah okay that’s fair.” Sam shrugged.

“How’s she doing?” Sam asked, taking another small sip, sighing as he rested his elbows on the table. Bucky paused, his mouth falling open, eyes wandering.

“Ya know it didn’t come up.” He said with a shrug. Sam stared at him, it made Bucky’s skin itch.

“You didn’t ask how she was, did you?” Sam asked, his voice dry. Bucky opened his mouth, and then closed it again, grimacing at Sam.

“This is why we don’t let you talk to civilians anymore. You know that right?” Sam said, his voice full of disappointment, but Bucky saw that smile curving his lips before he took another drink.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. It’s not my fault, I was caught off guard.” Bucky argued.

“Caught off guard by what?” Sam asked.

“Well, she asked if we’d want to go on a double date with her.” Bucky said, scratching at his lip with his teeth.

“A double date? With her and who?”

“Her and Vision.” Bucky shrugged, shaking his head. Sam stared at him.

“What?” Bucky asked, frowning at Sam when he didn’t say anything.

“Isn’t he dead?” Sam said slowly. Bucky’s whole body drooped against the counter.

“Oh thank god, I thought I made that whole thing up.” He sighed, rubbing at his face.

“She… she asked if we, wanted to go on a date with her and Vision?” Sam asked, his voice still slow, like he thought maybe Bucky was pulling one over on him. Bucky nodded.

“Her dead… robot…boyfriend?” Sam asked. Bucky opened his mouth, closed it, took a deep breath.

“She said husband.” He closed his eyes, the words leaving his mouth as he frowned, like they were hurting him to say.

“Robot husband? They got married?” Sam’s eyes were narrowed now as he looked off into space, clearly doing some kind of mental math.

“I mean I guess? She said husband. And double date. And my brain just sort of short circuited man. Honestly, I sort of lost track at ‘double date’ but she just kept going. And it just got worse.” Bucky sighed, resting his palms on the counter and lifting himself up to sit on it. Sam’s eyes focused back on him.

“Okay so let me get this straight.” Sam said.

“Good luck.” Bucky sighed. Sam nodded.

“Wanda calls you. And asks if you and I, want to go on a date with her dead, slash not dead, boyfriend, slash husband. And at no point in that series of words, did you, have the sense, or the… impulse. To ask her how she was doing?” Sam asked, slowly, like he was trying to explain something complicated to a child. Bucky looked at him, opened his mouth, closed it, narrowed his eyes, bit his lip, and huffed. He took a deep breath and let it out, closing his eyes and shaking his head before looking back to Sam.

“Well when you say it like that it makes me sound like an idiot.” Bucky said, his hands falling helplessly at his sides. Sam laughed through his nose, shaking his head as he pushed himself out of his chair. He patted Bucky’s shoulder as he moved by him, walking out of the kitchen. Bucky watched him go, making a face and flailing his hands.

“Are we gonna go on the date though?” he called after him.

“Cuz she told me to text her if we were gonna go on the date.” Bucky paused, looking at the ceiling as he listened for an answer.

“Sam? Sam are we-“

“We’re goin on the date!” Sam all but yelled from the other room. Bucky huffed and grabbed at his phone, hearing Sam walking back toward him as he texted Wanda that they’d be there.

“All you had to say.” He muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket, gasping when Sam pressed into the space between his legs.

“What was that?” Sam asked, his brow rising up his forehead, palms pressing flat against Bucky’s thighs.

“I said…” Bucky took a shaky breath as Sam moved his hands, sliding them up Bucky’s legs. His eyes fluttered again as he swayed closer to Sam.

“I said… hi.” His breath stuttering in his chest as Sam pressed his fingers into the meat of his leg.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said.” Sam whispered, pressing closer. Bucky’s teeth dug into his lip as Sam’s hands moved under his shirt. His own hands moving to clutch at Sam’s back as he smiled into Bucky’s neck.

~

The dinner is, awkward, at first. They all share hugs and get their table and then Bucky, and Sam, both sit there, not asking. Sam has only looked at Vision once, and Bucky knows he’s staring, he knows he is. But he can’t stop. His eyes are glued to the dead/undead robot/human man and he can’t make them look away. He glances at Wanda a few times and she just smiles at him. He tries to smile back, and he knows it looks painful. He’s never been so happy to be handed a menu in his life, holding it in front his face like a shield. But the menus only last so long, the waiter takes their order and the menus are gone. His life line has disappeared. His eyes return to Vision and he grimaces, he just wants to look at something else. Wanda’s hand on his startles him and pulls his eyes thankfully to her.

“You can ask.” She says, and Bucky swallows, her accent is back. He smiles softly at her then.

“I really don’t think I should.” He grunts, his jaw barely moving. Her brow furrows.

“Why not?” she asks. Bucky hears Sam laugh next to him.

“He’s not exactly subtle with his questioning yet.” Sam says, his knee bumping Bucky’s under the table, letting him know he doesn’t mean it in a bad way. Wanda seems to understand and laughs, shaking her head.

“It’s alright. I can just… explain, what happened. If that would be easier?” she furrows her brow again, questioning.

“Oh my god please.” Bucky sighs, letting his head fall into his hand. He hears Wanda and Vision chuckle and looks up. They’re looking at each other, and Bucky’s heart warms, there’s so much love in their in eyes.

“I will explain. We, will explain.” She says, softly, folding her hand over Visions on the table top. Bucky watches them intently as she tells her story. The incident at S.W.O.R.D., the town, the people, her children. Bucky watches her hand move to her stomach when she mentions the children, her twins. He swallows around nothing when he sees the tears in her eyes. His heart aches for her, he knows how it feels to have a life ripped away from you. She smiles softly at him when Vision continues for her, as she takes a moment. And a chill runs down his spine. She’d always had an unsettling… thing, about her. Like she knew things she shouldn’t. Bucky guessed she probably did.

Wanda and Vision tell them about the magic, her magic. And the other witch who’d tried to take it. But Wanda had won, Bucky smiled to himself when Vision said it, he sounded so proud. Sam moved his leg into Bucky again and he felt heat in his ears. He glanced at Sam, glad to see he wasn’t the only one holding back tears.

She’d let the town go, and she’d lost her children, but somehow. Though she’d let him go, Vision remained. After the magic had settled and her heart had been shattered, Vision remained. They’d gone away. Away from the town, to be alone together. To just be, with each other. Bucky cleared his throat when they finished their story, wiping at his eyes with his napkin. Sam snorted.

“He’s so sensitive.” He said, bumping their shoulders together. Bucky shoved at him.

“Shut up, you were crying too.” He accused, glaring at Sam. His gaze softened when Sam smiled at him as he reached out and wiped a stray tear from Bucky’s cheek. Bucky rolled his eyes and looked back to the couple across from them.

“So, not much going on with you guys then?” he asked, his voice flippant. Wanda laughed then, a real, from the stomach laugh, and Bucky smiled, watching Vision watch her with awe. He glanced at Sam, his heart beating a little faster when their eyes met briefly, and knew exactly how he was feeling.

“It’s so good to see you both.” She sighed, looking across the table at them.

“I’ve missed you.” She said, her eyes going sad. Bucky reached across the table, holding his hand out to her. She placed her hand in his without hesitation, despite the metal gleaming in the lights of the restaurant.

“We missed you too. And I’m sorry.” He said, his brow furrowing. Her eyes widened, her head tilting to the side curiously.

“What are you sorry about?” she asked, her accent growing stronger the more she talked. He looked at her for a moment, not sure he should say it, but he’d already started so he might as well finish, Sam squeezed his knee encouragingly.

“I’m sorry about your family. Your kids. I’m- I can’t even imagine how hard that must be.” He said, his voice shaking. Sam’s hand reached out and covered Wanda’s where Bucky was holding it. He could see tears in her eyes again.

“If you ever need anything. All you gotta do is ask.” Sam said, his thumb moving over her hand slowly. The tears fell from her eyes at Sam’s words but then she was smiling. Vision pressed into her side, holding her close.

“We have everything we need actually.” He said cryptically. Bucky furrowed his brow, he thought he heard Sam breath in beside him, a small gasp. Wanda took her hand from theirs, and moved it over her stomach. Bucky’s eyes narrowed for a moment and then widened.

“I’m pregnant.” Wanda said, her smile bright as her eyes shown with tears.

“I knew it!” Sam said, hitting his hand on the table. Bucky looked at him.

“You did not know.” He said, glaring at him.

“Of course I did, look at her, she’s glowing.” Sam said, pointing over the table at Wanda. Bucky looked between them a few times before settling his eyes back on Sam.

“She’s a witch. Glowing is one of her things.” Bucky said, shrugging and shaking his head.

“Her things?” Sam said, leaning back, his eyes wide, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah,” Bucky waved his hand around in Wanda’s general direction.

“Her things, her like… of witchy things. Ya know the magic-y stuff.” Bucky said, not sure how he could explain it better, or why Sam was giving him that look.

“Magic-y stuff.” Sam said, voice flat.

“Also known, to some, as… magic.” Sam said rolling his eyes at Bucky. Bucky glared at him.

“That’s what I said.” Bucky huffed.

“I mean it’s not. But it’s fine.” Sam shook his head.

“That is literally what I sai-“

“Anyway congratulations. We’re very happy for you.” Sam said, cutting Bucky off and turning to the couple holding each other across from them, both looking back with bright smiles.

“Oh yeah, super happy for you, that’s amazing news.” Bucky said, smiling at them, and then rounding on Sam again, continuing to argue.

“Are they always like this?” Vision asked, leaning closer into her, she watched them for a moment, both of them now flailing their arms and glaring at each other, arguing in nonsensical circles, her lips curved into a smile.

“Yes. Yes they are. Though I imagine they’re softer in private.” She whispered, leaning up to kiss her husband’s cheek, their fingers lacing together as their hands lay on her stomach. They watched Sam and Bucky calm in front of them, staring at each other before huffing and looking away.

“I am so sorry about that. He’s very disagreeable.” Sam said, taking a sip of wine. Bucky’s head snapped in his direction.

“I’m disagreeable? Have you met yourself?” Bucky asked, eyes wide. Sam stared at him.

“I mean honestly you are the most- mmh!” Bucky was cut off again, this time by Sam’s lips pressing softly to his. His eyes closed and he sighed when Sam pulled away from him.

“…insufferable man.” He breathed, feeling his cheeks warm, the heat crawling down his neck as he felt eyes on him. He cleared his throat, ignoring the smug smile Sam was giving him, and took a sip of water.

“That was a neat trick.” Wanda said, smirking across the table at Sam.

“Works every time.” He said, glancing at Bucky. He felt the heat move across his chest and slunk down in his chair a bit.

“Shut up Sam.” He grumbled, but he couldn’t help the smile growing on his lips when Sam moved his hand to his thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Yes dear.” Sam responded, smiling into his glass of wine.

~

Bucky watched Sam chat with Vision for awhile, sitting peacefully in silence, and then he felt Wanda’s eyes on him. He turned to look at her. She smiled, but said nothing.

“What?” he asked, unable to take the quiet anymore. Her smile widened and she scooted closer. She moved her hand, reaching out across the table, to Bucky’s hand, his flesh one.

“May I?” her head tilted toward it.

“What are you gonna do?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

“I just want to… see something.” She said, that smile never leaving her. Bucky’s hand moved on the table top, but only a small amount.

“See what?” he asked, swallowing. She moved her hand to sit on his arm, fingers tapping gently against the metal.

“How you’re feeling.” She said, shrugging gently, her shoulders barely moving. Bucky took a deep breath and gave her his hand. She took it and closed her eyes, her hands glowing red faintly. Bucky watched her, her brows knit together in concentration. She bit her lip, her grip tightening on his hand, making his own brow furrow. Her fingers curled against his, one hand moving down to his wrist before the red glow faded and she looked back up him. Her eyes bright.

“What did you see? Or- feel. What did you feel?” he asked, his heart pounding in his chest, not sure he wanted to know the answer. She moved her hands away from him gently, giving his wrist a squeeze before she pulled back.

“I felt… many things. There are so many things fighting inside you.” She said, her voice low. Bucky was aware that Sam and Vision had stopped talking. He had no doubt they were watching. Bucky nodded, worry chocking him.

“But at the center. There was light. Bright light. Warm like the sun.” She continued. Bucky was afraid to look right at her.

“Is that good?” he asked, his eyes darting to hers and then away again. She reached out, taking his hand once more.

“It’s good.” Her eyes were soft as she leaned closer. Bucky felt like he was being pulled toward her, leaning closer also.

“It’s love.” She whispered, her cheeks pressing up into her eyes as her smile spread further, the brightest he’d seen yet this evening. Bucky choked on a sob and wiped at his face as she let him go, Sam’s hands were on him in a second, pulling him close, grounding him. Wanda moved back to Vision’s side, the pair holding each other close as well.

They paid their checks, and walked outside, lingering on the sidewalk for awhile, saying goodbyes. Bucky pulled Wanda close and thanked her. He wasn’t sure why. She squeezed him tightly, her arms around his middle, and nodded. Sam pressed into Bucky’s side and they watched them leave. Waving once more when they turned to look behind them. Sam leaned closer, pressing his lips to Bucky’s temple and then turning them in the direction of home.

“What did she say to you?” Sam asked, his voice low against Bucky’s ear, making him shiver. Bucky curled his fingers into to Sam’s side.

“About what?” Bucky asked, playing coy. Sam bumped his hip into Bucky, making them both sway on the sidewalk.

“The light she felt. What’d she say about it?” Sam stopped, turning to face Bucky. Bucky looked at him and sighed, his chest feeling tight. He’d never get used to the way Sam looked at him. Or the way he could look at Sam. The way he was allowed to look at Sam now. Sam moved his hands to Bucky’s cheeks, waiting.

“She said it was love.” Bucky said, his voice barely above a whisper. Sam’s lips parted in a smile, Bucky smiled back, his hands moving to Sam’s hips.

“Love huh? What kinda love?” Sam asked, one hand moving down, settling over Bucky’s chest. Bucky closed his eyes, falling into Sam’s touch, losing himself.

“Love for you I guess.” He shrugged, his shoulders barely moving. He felt drunk, even though he’d only had water at dinner. He was drunk on Sam, the way he was holding him close, the way he was looking at him, the way he always looked at him.

“You guess?” Sam’s voice floated through his haze, teasing, his fingers drumming against Bucky’s chest, not knowing that the simple rhythm matched the beating heart beneath.

“It’s for you. It’s yours.” Bucky looked up then, finally looking at Sam. He was met with a soft smile.

“I’m yours.” Bucky whispered, nodding, like he had to convince himself, convince Sam. Something flashed in Sam’s eyes, Bucky didn’t have time to decipher the look, Sam’s lips crashing into his sent him reeling. They’d done this a thousand times by now. Maybe more. Bucky would never get used it. How could he? Sam’s skin burned him, his lips leaving trails of fire along Bucky’s skin as he kissed down his neck and pulled him close. Bucky just barely managing to hold in the whimper that threatened to escape him, Sam’s arms holding him tightly, keeping him close. Sam’s fingers moved through his hair at the back of his neck, his lips pressing kisses into Bucky’s shoulder.

“I’m yours too Buck. I’m yours.” He whispered between kisses, moving his way back up Bucky’s neck, his lips once more leaving fire in their wake. Bucky clung to Sam, his fingers digging into his back, tying to pull him closer though there was no space left between them. Sam’s lips brushed his again, a barely there touch.

“And you’re mine.” He breathed the words into Bucky’s mouth, catching Bucky’s moan with his lips and sending him spinning again. When they finally pulled apart, they were panting, clinging to each other in the dark.

“Fuck.” Bucky breathed, his shaking hands moving down to settle over Sam’s lower back.

“Yeah.” Sam sighed, the laugh woven into his words sending air to ghost over Bucky’s skin. They breathed each other in for a few more moments, gathering themselves. And then they continued walking, heading home. They walked in silence, arms around each other, bumping together off and on, sending their gate back and forth across the sidewalk.

“So uh…” Bucky started, glancing at Sam.

“Hmm?” Sam responded, humming against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Should we like… do something? About the whole… Vision being alive thing? And the whole… evil magic book? Or are we just… gonna let this one go?” Bucky asked, his fingers threading through Sam’s as they walked. Sam took a deep breath. Bucky waited, he could feel Sam thinking. He gave Bucky’s hand a squeeze and looked at him.

“Ya know I think- I think S.W.O.R.D. has it under control.” Sam said nodding at Bucky when he began nodding.

“Yeah. Yeah they seem… competent.” Bucky said, still nodding. He glanced at Sam, his lips twitching. Sam looked at him, for a long moment, both of them silent.

“Yeah it’s probably fine.” Sam said, shaking his head. Bucky nodded as they turned a corner. Both of them stealing glances as they walked, holding back laughter.

“They’re having babies.” Sam said. Bucky snorted, biting his lip to keep from laughing.

“I don’t even know how that works.” Sam said, clearly trying to send Bucky over the edge.

“Listen… she’s an insanely powerful witch and he’s like, and AI built into a synthetic body powered by an infinity stone, I don’t think anyone knows how it works. Or will ever know. And frankly, I’d really like to stop thinking about it. Cuz I definitely don’t wanna know.” Bucky said, looking at Sam.

“You shouldn’t have asked. But you did. And it’s stuck in my head now. Which is just great. Thanks for that.” Bucky huffed, smiling as Sam laughed and pressed closer to him.

“But do you think the kids are gonna-“

“Sam I swear to god.” Bucky said, shoving him away. Sam laughed and immediately swayed back into Bucky’s orbit, crashing into him, and holding on so he didn’t lose balance.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop.” He said, poking Bucky in the ribs. He shook his head and squirmed away.

“They’ll be good parents though.” Bucky said, nodding to himself in the dark. Sam looked at him, Bucky could feel it, but he missed the look Sam was giving him. Sam pulled him closer.

“Yeah. They’ll be great.” Sam said, kissing Bucky’s shoulder as they walked.

“Ya know who else is great?” Bucky asked.

“Hmm?” Sam hummed.

“We are. We’re pretty great.” Bucky nodded, his fingers pressing into Sam’s hip. Sam looked at him.

“I mean I’m great. For sure. You’re okay.” Sam said, that teasing lilt in his voice again. Bucky looked at him, his eyes narrowing.

“Asshole.” He said, shoving Sam again. Sending him farther this time as his laughter lit up the dark around them. He wandered back, like always, resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder for a second before straightening up, and lacing his fingers with Bucky’s again.

“You love it.” Sam teased, bumping his hip into Bucky’s again, but keeping close with a strong grip on his hand. Bucky stopped, spun Sam toward and grabbed Sam’s jacket collar, pulling him close.

“Yes. I do.” Bucky licked his lips, smirking at Sam when his eyes tracked the movement, and closed the distance, melting into Sam. Sam wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. They parted, panting again, before laughing and walking into the dark.

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Canon Divergent

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Evitative by Vichan Rated:  Teen Words:  222,452 Tags:  Slytherin Harry Potter, Re-sorting, Dark Arts, Slow Burn, Dark!Harry Summary:  In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn. Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Secondary Task by ProfessorFrankly Rated:  Mature Words:  50842 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Frank discussion of teen sex, No actual teen sex, Canon-Typical Violence, If you've read GoF you know the last bit's where the violence and stuff is, Most of this fic has a "T" rating, Quantum Bang 2020 Summary:  When Harry Potter’s name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco Malfoy decides the Boy-Who-LIved needs a friend, whether he wants one, or not. With his mother’s backing, Draco sets out to make sure Harry knows he has someone in his corner, for now, and if Draco has his way, for always. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Outtake: The Second Task by MickeySLee Rated:  Mature Words:  30824 Tags: Secret Relationship, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Hogwarts Fourth Year, Triwizard Tournament, Hostage Situations, Draco Malfoy is a Good Boyfriend, Harry Potter is a Good Boyfriend, Plot Twists, Romance, Fluff, Homosexuality, Homophobia, Good Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's A+ Parenting, Lucius Malfoy Being an Asshole, weekly updates!, Hogwarts Era, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Bashing, POV Hermione Granger, Hurt/Comfort, Consent is Sexy, Fairy Tale Elements Summary:  Part of the series Outtakes and A Hard Story. Fourth Year. The Triwizard Tournament. The Second Task. What would happen if Dumbledore made a different decision when it was discovered Draco is who Harry would miss most? Instead of covering it up and declaring Ron to be Harry's hostage, Draco is the one at the bottom of the lake. No one could have foreseen how much trouble that caused. You may want to read A Hard Story or Throughout the Twists to Times first. This story is completed and will be uploaded one chapter per week on Sunday. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Parades, Pansy, and fuck I’m too gay for this by false_heteros Rated:  General Words:  2227 Tags: Pride is at the end :), A lot of pureblood bullshit, Loneliness, Draco is Sad, Harry Needs a Hug, Pride, Pride Parades, Modern Era, Sirius Black Lives, Mentions of past child abuse, Cedric Diggory Dies, past homophobia, Gay Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy Summary:  After the war, Draco, who had been staying at home like a fucking hermit till Pansy came along, finally finds out about the LGBTQ+ Community, he dives head first into research and is amazed at what he finds. Harry wanders muggle London once every few days. Blending with the crowd and not feeling different for once. He comes along a group of people with beautiful colours around them. “What are they doing?” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Closure is a state of mind by Quicksilvermaid Rated:  Explicit Words:  12229 Tags: Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Inappropriate medical/therapist relationships, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, Lies, Self-Esteem Issues, low key stalking behaviour, Loneliness, Guilt, Therapy, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, taking advantage of a grieving person, Death of a Spouse, Character Death, (not Drarry), Disfigurement, Scars, Brief Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts, Drinking, First Time, Polyjuice Potion, Sex While Using Polyjuice Potion, pensieve sex, Voyeurism, wanking, Concealed Identity, Bittersweet Ending, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary:  After Harry's husband Charlie is killed, his Mind Healer recommends a Polyjuice therapy company, so Harry can see 'Charlie' again and find closure over his death. Draco, whose life over the last ten years has gone from bad to worse, gets assigned Potter's case. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Harry Potter and the Yuletide Waltz by LakeWitch Rated:  General Words:  3042 Tags: Yule Ball, Dancing, Hogwarts Fourth Year, six years later, Awkwardness, Meddling, Oblivious!Harry, more dancing, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Christmas, Holiday Season, Canon Divergence Summary:  At the fourth year Yule Ball, Draco Malfoy asked Harry Potter to dance. Six years later, Harry Potter just might ask him why. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 When It's All Over by Erebeus Rated:  Mature Words:  9292 Tags: Rape/Non-con, Unhealthy Relationships, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (not between main pairing), suicidal/death idolization, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Non-Graphic Violence, Spy Draco Malfoy, Loneliness, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020, Betrayal, Attempted Murder, Brief flashbacks and moments of panic mentioned, non graphic torture, Azkaban (brief), Off screen therapy Summary:  If killing you makes Harry happy, you really don't mind. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Catch 22 by jad Rated:  Explicit Words:  49895 Tags: Romance, Fluff, Humor, Complete, Letter!fic, Sexual Content Summary:  As if NEWTS weren't enough, Dumbledore's gone and had another one of his 'bright ideas.' If all ends well, the Houses will be getting along in no time. Or according to Harry's correspondent, an Apocalypse will be in order. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 (I don't know) what's right and what's real anymore by Ladderofyears Rated:  Mature Words:  2101 Tags: Harry Potter and the half blood prince, canon divergence, no septumsempra, guilty Draco, pov Draco, ghostly Myrtle, attracted Draco, pre-slash, pre-relationship, Harry is a hero Summary:  An alternative sectumsempra scene from Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Kiss by xErised Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  10764 Tags: Hogwarts Era, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Getting Together, Kissing in the Rain Summary:  For the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, it's not Ron that Harry rescues from the Great Lake, but Draco Malfoy. Hogwarts-era. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 It’s Not Christmas (without you) by LittleBozSheep Rated:  Explicit Words:  79213 Tags: Fluff, Family Feels, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Getting Together, Christmas, Slow Burn, Serious Slow Burn, Everyone ships Drarry, Apart from Drarry, Divorced Draco Malfoy, Divorced Harry Potter, Kid Albus, kid scorpius, Everyone makes a camo, side wolfstar, Besides the last chapter it's rated G, Christmas Fluff, 25 Days of Harry and Draco, Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Drunkenness, Drunken Shenanigans Summary:  Maybe agreeing to host everyone for Christmas wasn’t Harry’s best idea. Luckily Albus’s best friend’s dad is an events planner who agreed to help, only issue, turns out the dad is Draco Malfoy. Sarcastic and grumpy to everyone but his son. Will Harry managed to catch him and keep Christmas from being a complete disaster? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Leaves by TheLostLibran Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  1190 Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff without Plot, Healing, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-War, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:  A lot of work goes on underground, invisible to the naked eye. Though it doesn't mean that no development is occuring, the hopes of a huge, fully grown tree standing strong in the near or distant future only start sprouting when the leaves do. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Okay But That’s Hot by Fuschaslime Rated:  Explicit Words:  3640 Tags: Anal Sex, Riding, Dirty Talk, Frottage, Lapdance, Slut Shaming, Established Relationship, Friends With Benefits, Enemies to Lovers, Teasing, Begging, Safe Sane and Consensual, Bets & Wagers, Poker, theyre both over 18, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Banter, Perverted Harry, Slight fluff, Shameless Smut, AU where Lily Potter defeated Voldemort for good, and now everyone at hogwarts is kinda cool with eachother, apart from house tensions, Verbal Humiliation, Kinda Summary:  Draco immediately regrets agreeing to a certain bet made at poker night when he realises he’ll actually have to hold up his end of the deal. Harry is ecstatic. OR Draco Malfoy bets Harry Potter a lapdance. He loses. ❤️ Read on AO3

[speedsterspouse]

All my self inserts but I describe them really badly.

I had fun with this. There’s a lot so I put it under the cut.

Community college student with a soft spot for broken stuff and starts dating one of the broken stuff. Also works for the paper.

store clerk by day, badass superhero by night. His motorcycle got a shitty nickname because the news made a joke about it and he’s still annoyed by it.

College student turnt wildernis survivor in less than an hour. The only one with common sense ina horror movie. Except for the time they went outside and started making out with their bf in the middle of the danger.

Hired thief with a soft spot for cats and children. Very much traumatized but he refuses to acknowledge it. He loves money so much. He has like 2 friends and they’re both way nicer than him.

A tiefling with a love of fire, is it because he is a tiefling or is it because his entire family loves fire and explosions? Who knows. Who cares? He doesn’t.

Bird specialist thrown into a school killing game and starts dating a himbo in the middle of it because honestly what else should he be doing?

Nicest person you’ll ever meet started dating the worst person you’ll ever meet. They got married. He’s a journalist and pissed off his boss by writing about his husband while he was literally asked to do that.

Male manipulator causes havoc with his male manipulator boyfriend’s death notebook. Surprisingly good actor, everybody only suspects him of being a murderer because he hangs out with said boyfriend.

Human writer stumbles into a hotel for monsters and was allowed to stay because it was storming outside. Spoiler alert, he stayed forever.

Malewife of an evil witch, learning magic from her. Plays a part in what’s basically a shitty soap because his wife said so and gets tormented by everyone because his wife decided to make him the comic relief.

Alien criminal locked up in a space prison only to be broken out by people he doesn’t know because they said he didn’t look mean like the rest of the prisoners.

Some guy heard his sister talk about the disaster that happened at her school because of the tiktak that implants in your brain. Then decided it would be a great idea to also get one of those tiktaks. He fell in romantic love with it.

Magical girl but he transforms into a cockatiel superhero and screams really loud. Falls in love with the peacock lady supervillain. Also he’s French.

Boy with cat vibes only joined the anarchist organization to get a serum that would make him super strong and almost invincible. Now it haunts him in the form of two ‘superheroes’ and a baron.

Boring office romance with the twist that they’re part of an organization that protects the timeline. Some green guy wreaks havoc and accidentally dismantles the whole system.

Very very tiny dutchman from a flood diorama has adventures with a very very tiny cowboy from a Wild West diorama. These tiny plastic men also kiss sometimes. Tiny romance.

Normal guy was a guest at a wedding that got crashed by a drunk guy. Somehow got recruited into the wedding crash business. He made the crasher forget about his ex I guess that’s good.

Witch that rebels against the all powerful emperor of the country. Helps people by kidnapping them and forcefeeding them potions.

Eldest child of an ex pop star and an evil inventor falls in love with not one, not two but three members of a formerly broken up eighties band. He’s convinced he’s part of the reason they got back together (he’s not)

Pastry shop owner slash illegal vigilante with multiple broken children under his wing. The guy he’s in love with walked into his kitchen one day and almost died because 5 kids were just staring at him.

Researcher has to defeat an evil triangle and wrestle with the fact that his dad doesn’t know he has a son and that the evil triangle loves to bully his boyfriend. Oh yeah and the triangle wants to take over the world.

Ex trauma doctor with an unconventional healing power ends up with a found family of supervillains. He has a god complex arc for like half of his story.

Only guy in the girls sorority house, he’s also the only one that survives when a serial killer comes knocking into their ceiling. He was conventionally out getting food. Despite the killer killing all his friends he decided he wasn’t going to hold that against him.

Participant of a murder game for money, only there because he couldn’t afford his house anymore. Went braindead for a while after the games put too much mental strain on him.

Impulsive ex con couldn’t get back on his feet after being released, decided to join a killing game for money and ended up dating a married couple instead.

Hero turned villain after the heroes ridiculed them for being feminine and their only power being using others’ strength. Now they’re part of a villain organization and beat up the heroes that ridiculed them.

Stuffy librarian goes on a big adventure to another world and immediately gets kidnapped by the queen of the land. It takes three hours for her to listen to him saying that her plan is a bad idea.

Literal frog goes on an adventure to get a human girl back home. When they’re being chased by FBI his eyes lock with one of the agents. Interspecies romance.

Writer discovers angels, heaven, hell and god are all real because an angel fell in love with him and destroyed his manuscript to prove it. He doesn’t really care about the religion stuff but his brother seems to care a lot.

Ninja with the power to level forests actually manages to gain control of their immense power so they don’t accidentally kill entire villages anymore.

Filthy recluse man got handed a sword and suddenly became one of the best sword fighters in the country. He also got a husband and three wives. Don’t ask how he did it he honestly has no idea.

Hero with a knack for strategy becomes a father without knowing how to be one. This kid is 15 and a menace how do you take care of one of those. He doesn’t know.

Kid with a drug problem ends up at a sanatorium to learn magic, gains a dad in the process and fully blooms. Now he’s a snarky little shit and his mentor dad hates him for it.

Ghost killed by their step brother was brought back and now has to watch over generation upon generation of their family. It’s really demanding watching over your dumbass family while you can’t touch anything. At least they can date a cowboy.

Comic artist comes to a small town that recently opened up and falls for a man that recently crawled out of the walls. Has to ask him on a date after the wall guy failed to do so multiple times.

Ninja with frog themed techniques comes back to their town after being gone for years with their toad mentor. Immediately falls in love with the biggest muscle guy around.

Weak guy with an incredibly strong beast sealed inside them lives alone by water until two people hunting the beast show up. really nice guy with two boyfriends that will murder you no questions asked.

Ninja that mind controls you with scrolls. He had an enemies to lovers arc with his now husband and they have matching goatees. Their son fucking hates it.

Ex ninja that used to be able to use all five senses exceptionally now can only use them a regular amount because his chakra had to be sealed away after a near fatal injury. Now he’s a house husband waiting home with dinner for his husband.

Failed experiment locked away to be trapped in their own illusions found by a child and his ragtag group of friends. Managed to talk themself out of punishment so now they live comfortably with a dog boy and a bug boy.

Occult store owner gets manipulated into using a new terrifying power to kill high schoolers or else the girls he’s in love with will die.

Speedster part of the worst dysfunctional family of all time. He flaunts his power and how he used to be famous. He eats breakfast in Italy or France and is back home five minutes later.

Gang member that keeps constantly reviving after being killed only uses his fists to fight. When he dies he’ll be right back anyway. He’s got two gang member boyfriends and 5 gang member kids.

Elven prince next in line for the throne is also the best warrior in the land. He’s passed off the title to his little brother because he doesn’t want to be the king, his little brother is surprisingly fine with it.

[oldschoolimagineblog]

Dating a member of Guns n Roses... - Headcannon

Request: Headcannon about what is like to date each member of gnr?

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AXL ROSE:

Dating Axl could be described as dating a bomb, both in the positive and negative way. It is something to definitely consider, since he could wake up and be the sweetest man to you and be on time to shows and actually do what hes told and then on another day he'd wake up and be serious or turn his attention to something else, overwhelm himself and explode with the minimum.

Putting emotional instability on the table, listening and caring for him is something that happens often, most times hes comes and talks to you about whatever is happening, after he's exploded, he gets pulled down from the skies with you and grounds his head.

Aside from that, dating Ax meant being spoiled, him buying you clothes, taking you out to diner dates, late night stay-at-home dates, kisses, pda, all of it!

He’s a hopeless romantic, he loves to secretly fantazise about the future you both could have, buying a house with extra rooms for children, putting a ring on your finger, growing old with you, and when you tell him that you want to move in together he lets you know all about his plans for the future. 

He loves to show you off, he’s the type of guy who loves to match, even if is only on small details, he never fails to talk about you, and often drives the band mad with just how much he talks about you while on tour, that is, only when you don’t accompany him since you have to work as well, which by the way, he’s totally against since “I can take care of you just fine” but you refuse since you are independent. 

Although he loves your private diner nights and dates, he also likes to party, hang out with his friends, get drunk, do crazy and stupid stuff sometimes, and you love to go out and just have fun with your friends as well, so you both attend many parties and after parties, also host many in you house eventually when you move in. 

You’re a couple that aren’t afraid of the media or the critics, you are who you are and do what you want, some of Axl arrogance definetly rubbed onto you if you weren’t already an arrogant person, and that meant a lot of experimentation in the sexual way with other people, private orgies with models and actors. 

But when it came to your intimate private sex, it was a rollercoaters, but a good one, one who made your knees weak and made you scream the whole ride. Axl was definetly a giver, he loved to make your eyes roll back and have you moan his name over and over, he loved to be told jusy how good he was making you feel, loved to touch you and make you feel good, sex was sometimes slow and passionate, but it could also be kinky and hard. Blindfolds, hanf cuffs, spankings, toys, he was always up expementing. 

During arguments you and Axl wer both rude, they tend to be explosive, but no matter where you are, you always waited to be in private, never in front of the cameras, and never in front of his or your friends. He says words that hurt and so do you, you attack each other with words and skin the other to the bone, cry and yell and break stuff to let the anger out, and end up having some sort of makeup passionate sex, ask for forgiveness, fix the problem once your anger is out and then move on.

IZZY STRADLIN:

When it comes to dating Izzy, a word that completely describes the vibe is: healthy. Even when he's fucked up on something he'll listen to you, he knows you mean well and when the rest of the boys say he's wipped for you for listening, he just shooks his head. And when is time for you to listen you do as well, in a relationship with Iz the only thing you both want is to grow together and learn from the other.

He is a really private guy, so pda doesn't happen much, although when you're both alone he is turned into a fluff ball. The simple things are what really matter between you and him, holding hands, sleeping next to each other, private dinner dates, showering together or waking up slow in the morning, because of his schedule you don't see each other often, so little moments like those are the ones that he appreciates the most.

Izzy is definitely a family guy; he wanted the simple life, pushing aside that he was in gnr, you and him eventually bought a small home with a big garden to raise a couple kids, have a few dogs, a place have a home a raise a family

During arguments shits never hit the fan, he was the type of guy to walk away to cool off and think about the problem from every point of view, to find a solution, and just talk calmly, and although that irritated you sometimes you were glad he did that, since it gave you time to think about it as well. Arguments would always be solved talking, they could get emotional at times, but they just made your relationship stronger.

Although Izzy was a reserved and quiet guy, every time he deemed appropriate, his hands were on you, loved to fuck you anywhere and anytime, if it wasn't you the one waking him up by rubbing your ass on him it'd be him the one leaving a trail of kisses on your neck, and then after breakfast you'd hop into the shower together and what once was innocent would turn dirty as he fucked you in the shower, sex during movies and before bed, sex in the couch or in the morning, in your backyard during the middle of the night, didn't matter where.

He loved to have you moan in his ear, to have his back scratched and to feel you tight around him right before you came. No matter what kind of sex it was he always loved to hold you close and tight. Love making would always be sweet and tender, but because of your neediness and his, it would end up being dirty and fast.

When you did go out to party with friends however, he was the one who'd talk and talk and talk, with anyone who talked back to him, you on the other hand loved to dance and jump around to the beat of a song, then, drunk out of your asses you'd join the other and talk pure bullshit, pure nonsense and laugh until your stomachs hurt, only to catch a cap home to have some drunken messy sex.

When he left gnr and sobered up he was a mess, a little unsure of the future of his carreer, but he was ready to leave the life he once knew, he wss happy he could finally have the quiet life you and him always talked about, so when he began his solo project and you went back to your normal 9 to 5 job he finally put a ring on it.

STEVEN ADLER:

Dating Steven is just the sweetest thing on earth, although when it got nasty it got nasty.

Steven was sweet and child like no matter how high or sober he was, he wad always loving and caring, always put you first in everything, even when it was time to make decisions about himself. Something that always made you a tad unconfy since you always told that although it was fine to have you as a priority, having himself as one was good too.

But when you two argued, it was like all the heavenly trance of love had become hell in a matter of seconds, screaming and calling each other names, and although you two were grown ass adults you two always stayed childish and it took days to fix an argument.

Steven is always protective of you, always jealous, when you two go out he never leaves you alone, always has a hand around your waist or hips to let everyone know you're his, especially when you visit him on tour with motley crue

When he gets kicked out of gnr you are his support system, he's a mess and using even more then before, depressed and just hopeless, and without you to hold and talk to and spend time with he would have dug himself down deeper into depression then he already was.

On a happy tune, when you guys eventually move in, which is super early in the relationship, you get dogs, not only pugs, and they become your kids before your actual kids come in the picture.

Sex with Steven was always passionate, no matter what, although it wsd passionate as well, between all the dirty talks he always manage to make you feel loved and comfortable, and he never failed to make you laugh during sex as well.

Stevie loved when you rode him, loves to have you on a full view as you fuck him, loves to hold your hips, and spread your ass, loves to touch and play with your breasts, he loves to watch your face twisted in pleasure, he's all down to receive but nothing turns him more than knowing that the reason you're cumin over and over is him.

SLASH:

Dating slash meant parties and drugs anf arguments and laughs and just everything. Dating him is like having a best friend, a friend with benefits, a boyfriend and a husband all together, it meant experimenting.

In sex he just wasn't scared of anything, and the confidence in your relationship that just permited the other to experiment with other people in the bedroom but together obvs, no matter what the other would suggest you and him would be down.

Having that trust also meant that there was enough trust to be open and honest, so when he'd fuck up in someway or you, you'd talk about it, because at the end of the day, mistakes get made, and also you were both mature enough to fix through it and talk about it maturely

Arguments with him were passive aggressive, no yelling or calling names or breaking stuff, more like silent treats and them being broken only to say something that would refer to your argument or by apologies. By the end of it you'd be fine though

Slash wasn't the jealous type, but at the same time if a guy would talk to you a little too sweet he wouldn't hesitate into throwing punches.

You never move in together officially until you get married, he had his house and you had yours, but you hsd half of your stuff in his place and he had half of his place in yours, when you stayed over at his place it'd be for weeks and it was the same for him, you pretty much lived together but had to places.

DUFF MCKAGAN:

Dating duff was a dream, when he wasn't on drugs at least. He was caring and loving, our boy is a hopeless romantic, always had flowers and dates and always showed you off, he was also a kinky bastard.

Sex was either rough or sweet, there was no in between, he treated you like a princess or a whore from hell. Always making sure you're comfortable though, and the after sex was always caring, you'd always showered and then cuddled after.

Duff was always a family man, so often you talked about a future together, with a few kids and some dogs, a house to host holiday parties. You both just knew you'd end up married.

When he was really deep on drugs however, it was a nightmare, when he didn't have his dose he was just the most insufferable human on earth, picking fights just because, and then he'd have his dose and apologise. When he got sober though, he kind of told you that he was going to dissapear for a little to the mountains and have his own way of rehab, and although you were scared you trusted him.

When he came back, after a little sentimental talk about how he felt great and how much y'all missed the other, he proposed.

Duff was never the jealous type, he loved showing you around and taking you places and when someone would approach you he just love to see their face fall when you'd turn them down, and he was always there when the other person would get too pushy.

During arguments even when either of you wanted to just go completely crazy and yell and hurt the other, you never did, instead you'd take breather and talk, talk and talk, repeat yourself over and over and then eventually come to a neutral space and fix the arguments, it's was all healthy

[morceid]

Beating the Dead Swan

Chapter 2: lonely angels wrapped in silk

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Summary: Penelope gives the profiles of Camille and other victims like her to the team.

Word Count: 1928

Category: angst

Content Warnings: general criminal minds murder stuff

A/N: noting here that this fic takes place in 2005 when criminal minds starts and spencer is 24

It started out a simple equivocal death investigation. Seven women had been found in their apartments, dead with their wrists slashed. Unfortunately not an unusual occurrence, Detective Conner thought nothing of it. Upon trying to contact the employers of each victim, Conner found they all worked for the same people, and decided to mark them down for further investigation just in case. When the fourth victim was found in her father’s beach house just outside of Virginia, the case became federal and handed to the FBI.

The case, being low priority, was given to Derek Morgan to monitor the progress of. 

“You’re completely sure there’s nothing about the bodies that connect these victims?”

“Agent Morgan, if there was anything I would tell you. I think it’s time you tell Detective Conner to rule these deaths a suicide.”

“Alright, will do.” Derek hung up with the coroner. Just then his mobile phone rang with the number of the detective displayed on the top of the screen. Derek sighed.

“Agent Morgan.” He answered.

“Agent, there’s another victim-”

“Conner, listen, they aren’t connected, there is no signature unless you can consider the suicide, I think you oughtta-”

“She was called in by a friend. Not a family member, not an apartment manager, not a coworker, a real friend. Derek, he’s devolving.”

Derek sighed, “Detective, I’ll let you send her body over to the coroner but I doubt there will be anything remarkable.”

There was some mumbling on the other end of the line before Detective Conner gave a response.

“That’s the thing, Agent Morgan, this victim is remarkable. She had piercing holes in her ears just like the others.”

“And how is that remarkable?”

“Her ears weren’t pierced.”

“And you’re sure about that, Detective?”

“Her best friend swears it. Do you think they could be puncture marks?”

“I’m not sure, let me tell Doctor Phyllis.”

Derek set down his mobile phone and dialed the coroner on his office phone.

“Doctor Phyllis?”

“You back again so soon, Agent?”

“Look, we got a new victim, she's got puncture marks on her ears. Not piercings, puncture marks. Can you check the other victims to make sure they’re not puncture marks?”

“Okay, give me a minute.”

Derek heard the sound of doors opening.

“Well, shit, they are puncture marks. On every single ear.”

“Thanks, Doctor Phyllis.”

Derek hung up on the office phone.

“Do I still have you here, Detective?”

“Yep. Were they piercings?”

“Nope. Bring in the girl’s friend and call in the family members of the other victims. We’re gonna need to talk to them.”

Derek hung up the phone and ran up to Hotch’s office.

“Something up, Morgan?” Hotch asked.

“You know that case Detective Conner asked me to look into?”

“The one with the suicides?”

“Yeah, well they might not be suicides. I’m having Conner bring in some people to ask them some questions. You mind if I ask Rossi and Prentiss to help?”

“Of course not, but if we get another case then leave the questioning for Detective Conner, alright?”

“Gotcha, boss.”

Derek gathered Rossi, Prentiss, and Penelope in the break room to discuss the case.

“Babygirl, you want to read out the profiles of our victims?”

“Reluctantly,” Penelope pulled up each of the files onto her laptop. “Danica Wilson, a 45 year old woman, was found by her landlord. She grew up in Victoria, Canada, but when she was 12, her parents got a divorce. Her mother moved her and her three siblings to North Dakota shortly after. All throughout highschool she seemed immensely interested in biology and chemistry. She was really good at it too, she took AP classes and she was a promising student. Unfortunately, her mom didn’t want her to do anything of the sort, and set her up for ballet classes her junior year. To appease her mom she studied the history of dance during college and ended up climbing up from an intern at a dance company all the way to a choreographer. Her love for science was still there the whole way through though, she’s been taking free college courses online for biology for about a year. She was found with her wrists slashed and spread out in a star shape on the middle of her bed. There were no fingerprints anywhere in her home and the slashes appeared to be self inflicted. Her mom died a week before she was found, all of her siblings live in other states, and she didn't have any close friends. She never dated, even though she had perfect brown eyes and blonde hair. According to her siblings she had all of the boys at her school after her. Despite there being no evidence of depression or other mental illness officers deemed her mothers death as a stressor and marked her death a suicide.”

“Then we have Maya Peto, 22 years old, found by her sister.”

“So there’s no age preference?” Rossi asked.

“Precisely,” Penelope continued, “She grew up in Detroit. Her parents raised her in a Christian household and shes been openly gay since she was 18. Her dad died when she was 14, leaving Maya and one sister to be raised by their mother. She did exceptionally well in math, but seemed to have no interest in pursuing it as a career. Instead, she became captain of her dance team in highschool and went to Wirtson’s Dance Academy for college. Her last year there, she was picked by Next Star Theatre Company, the same one as all of the other victims, to be on their ballet team. She was found just like Danica, and would be just like the rest of the victims. Her now ex-girlfriend and her had a kid, his name is Gene, he’s a year old, and Maya had full custody of him because Khloe, the girlfriend, had begun doing drugs about a week after Gene was born. How could lesbians have a child? Khloe was cheating. Maya gained full custody of Gene after a year long legal battle, and she had left him with her sister for a weekend while she baby proofed her house. Unfortunately, when she went to Maya’s apartment to return Gene, she found her dead. It was the anniversary of her father’s death when she was found, so the ever so ignorant officers deemed it another suicide.

“Then we have Annie Carr, 24. A coworker found her. Born here in Virginia, Annie was raised by her dad after her mom died when she was about one. She seemed to have a pretty awesome life. Her dad worked two jobs and she’s never had all that much money, but she was a happy kid. She went to a community college and ended up taking the same internship that Danica Wilson took, but she has stayed in that internship for years, mooching money off of her dad and siblings. Mabel Golden, the coworker that found her, claims that there’s no way Annie could’ve killed herself. She didn’t show any signs of depression or mental illness, though she could be pessimistic at times. Mabel said their boss was threatening to let her go, seeing as she hasn’t improved her work ethic in the last five years. Deemed another suicide.

“The fourth victim was Valentine Orange, 36, found by her father. She grew up in Maryland, started acting and dancing at six, her family was pretty wealthy, and she got accepted into the same dance academy and theatre company as Maya Peto. She also danced on the same ballet team. She told her team leader she was going away for a week to her father’s beach house, and when her father came to get her on the day she was supposed to leave, he found her in the guest bedroom, just like the other victims. The beach house was located in Maryland, and due to Detective Cooper’s hunch, the case got handed to us for an equivocal death investigation.

“Francis Falstaff, our fifth victim, was found by her adoptive mother. She was 22. Both of her parents died in a car crash a month after she was born, so she grew up in a multitude of foster homes. When she was ten her and her sister were adopted by Baron Falstaff and Maggie Falstaff. They seemed to be good parents. They went to all of their school events and paid for both of the girls’ college tuition. Francis was trying to make it into the same theatre company that employed the rest of the victims, specifically to work as a jazz dancer. She seemed to have killed herself, just like the rest of the victims, but her mom insists that she couldn’t have. She had a very promising life ahead of her. When they dissected her room they found an evidence board in the back of her closet. Her sister, Yvette, was stabbed to death a couple years back on the way to a party, and Francis was obsessed with finding the killer. Which is why she didn’t have many friends. When it was all processed, they found that the evidence led to Yvette’s boyfriend at the time. It was assumed that this weighed heavily enough on Francis that she ended up, well you know, on the same day she found out.

“Jane Sweeney, the second to last victim who worked on the Next Star Theatre Company ballet team, was 29. She’s been with the company since she was 20, and unfortunately her private teacher was the one who found her. Her father left when she was young. She liked expressing all of her success, almost narcissistically so. According to some other people on the dance team she was the best dancer and loved flaunting it. She was a kind of queen bee and seemed to value herself more than others most of the time. It just doesn’t make sense for her to kill herself.

“Lillian Bonner was the next victim. She was 54. She taught modern dance at the company. She lived with and was found by her only son, Tyrell, who she had with her husband Ivan. Though they were still legally married, the two were separated. Tyrell, who’s 16, said she was a fantastic mom. She always made sure he was fed and had someone to talk to. He told her practically everything about his life and he is having a really difficult time without her. He doesn’t believe that she would do that to herself.

“Our last victim was Camille Price. She was 25. Her best friend, Spencer Reid, who was on the same ballet team, found her. She was the only one who really had people around her. She grew up in Virginia with her parents and two brothers, one older, one younger. She visited them whenever she could. Everyone in her apartment building loved her, she even made dinner for one of the elderly occupants every Friday. Spencer doubts there is anything that would want to make her commit suicide, and to put the icing on the cake, there were puncture marks on her ears that police mistook for piercings. ‘What were they?’ you ask? Injection sites. How do we know this? Spencer swore that there was no way they could be piercings because Camille never wore earrings the entire 8 years he knew her because the Next Star Theatre Company does not allow their dancers to wear piercings or jewelry.”

“Alright, let’s go see if these people got any info for us.” Rossi got out of his seat and headed towards the interview rooms.

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[industrial-horror]

TRILOGY OF TERROR

On March 4, 1975, a strange announcement appeared on television sets across America. Some ABC affiliate stations had decided not to air a made-for-TV film called “Trilogy of Terror” in its scheduled timeslot. The reason? It was simply too upsetting to be shown when it was supposed to air – they were moving it to a slot three hours later that night.

Other stations aired the movie but made sure to offer a disclaimer that it might be upsetting for young viewers, something that was just not done in those days. It seemed hard to believe that a modestly-budgeted network “Movie of the Week” could upset station managers so much that they would become concerned for their viewer’s welfare, especially since two-thirds of the 90-minute movie was basically forgettable. The anthology film starred Karen Black – who’d recently earned an Oscar nomination for “Five Easy Pieces” – in multiple roles. In the first two parts, she played a seductive teacher and a vengeful twin sister but made little impression on viewers.

The third part, “Amelia,” was different, though. Black played a character hoping to impress her anthropologist boyfriend by giving him a gift of an African “Zuni fetish doll,” a frightening looking wooden warrior with a spear. Alone in her apartment, Black’s character finds that the doll is not what it appears to be. He literally comes to life and tries to kill her. As he stabs and slashes her feet, chases her, and hides behind furniture, the audience is unsure whether Black will defeat her terrifying attacker, lose her sanity – or both.

In the decades since the television movie’s first airing, “Amelia” had become an eerie part of the public consciousness. Viewers who saw it in 1975 – or have watched it since – are unable to forget Black’s battle with the little terror. Before she passed away in 2013, Black said that more fans approached her to talk about her fight with the killer doll than all her other roles combined.

Author Richard Matheson was one of the writers of “Trilogy of Terror.” He had come up with the idea for “Amelia” over a decade earlier when he was working on the “The Twilight Zone.” He had pitched a script called “Devil Doll” to series creator Rod Serling, but the story turned out to be too grim for 1960s broadcast standards. Matheson ended up tweaking the idea slightly and using it for “The Invaders,” which starred Agnes Moorehead, as a woman who is terrorized by a group of tiny sinister aliens.

Years later, Matheson often collaborated with director Dan Curtis – who did the original “The Night Stalker” with Darren McGavin – and they came up with the idea for “Trilogy of Terror” and pitched it to ABC. Writer William F. Nolan scripted the first two segments, based on Matheson stories, and Matheson himself scripted “Amelia,” which was basically the story from the abandoned “Twilight Zone” idea.

Matheson figured that “Amelia” would be the standout segment – and he was right. Over the years, when he went in for meetings at studios, he was often approached by executives who confessed to wetting themselves while watching the film as a child.

The studio and Dan Curtis thought otherwise, though. They felt the stunt casting of Karen Black in all three stories – a total of four roles with the twin’s in the second episode – would be the real hook. Initially, Black was not interested in the part. She only agreed to star when her manager was able to secure a role for her then-husband, Robert Burton.

The filming was not without its problems. The production required the use of three puppets, which were not easy to operate. In interviews, Black said that the crew sometimes had to simply throw the doll at her so that it looked like it was moving. Many times, its head of arms fell off when it was supposed to be running. Working with the little terror was often hilarious, not horrifying, she admitted.

But the viewers didn’t see any of the funny stuff. There was nothing to laugh about in “Amelia.” The final part of the trilogy is mostly silent, with Black’s character being browbeaten by her overbearing mother over the telephone and then trying to calm herself with a shower. Once that doll comes to life, she uses everything she can – an ice pick, a suitcase, even an oven – to fight whatever evil has caused it to attack her. In the closing moments, it’s clear that the doll is not yet finished claiming victims.

Oops, spoiler alert.

“Trilogy of Terror” eventually made it to the home video market in the early 1980s, but before that, kids like me had to wait for it to be repeated on ABC. Luckily, they often brought it back so that we could experience the horror over and over again. It would be the fleeting recollections of how we all had to watch it in the late 1970s that caused the movie to develop a cult following. Even though the Zuni doll came back in 1996 for a sequel, it’s the original film that we all know and love.

But not everyone was so fond of it. Karen Black often complained about the fact that people remembered “Trilogy of Terror” at the expense of the rest of her career. “I wish they said, ‘That wonderful movie you did for Robert Altman,’ but they don’t,” she told an interviewer, “They say, ‘That little doll.’”