#let me be a lil delusional about them as a treat

[gh0st-4ss]

[kissedcherries]

Love From A Music Video | Charles Leclerc smau.

pairing: Charles Leclerc X Singer! fem ! reader.

face claim: Sabrina Carpenter.

based on this request: Hi, how are you? Sooo i was thinking maybe a smau where Charles is dating a singer and he's playing the guy who Milo was (in Sabrina carpenter's Feathers music video) and this breaks the internet even more and this leads to them dating ??? idk, just like a really wholesome one where she was his celebrity crush like Taylor and Travis's relationship. Sabrina carpenter as a face claim if this okay and thank you.

warnings: badly translated french!

yourusername

liked by oliviarodrigo, charles_leclerc, pierregasly and 998,245 more.

yourusername very excited for y’all to see what I've been working on💋.

46,933 comments

user8 so nobody else see’s Charles in the likes?

user2 oh no, we see it. he tryna be slick.

user6 yall remember he said she was his celebrity crush?

user5 omg user6 , i forgot about that

Oliviarodrigo so exciteddddd

liked by yourusername

Yourbestiesusername soooo, who’s the dude?

yourusername you come into my comments just to start stuff 😐.

user9 wait… is that charles?

user3 you assume it’s Charles from a sliver of a shoulder?

user9 let me be delusional in peace.

charles_leclerc can’t wait to be able to listen!

yourusername i can’t wait for you to hear it:)

user16 charles…honey, what are you doing here?

user5 OMG IM SO EXCITED. WE’RE FINALLY GETTING NEW MUSIC

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pierregasly liked by pierre gasly.

yourusername such an honor to have you like my post😁

user7 ooo pierre and y/n???

user10 can women and men not be friends ??

yourusername

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yourusername feather out now💋.

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charles_leclerc thanks for letting me be apart of such an amazing project ❤️.

yourusername thanks for being my boy toy in my music video ❤️.

carlossainz55 i would like you to know that Charles is giggling right now.

yourusername oh really?

landonorris he’s not lying. i just walked past Ferrari and heard him.

charles_leclerc HES LYING. HES A LIAR. HE LIES.

carlossainz55 i have proof. i can send it to you?

yourusername please do😂

charles_leclerc i feel betrayed.

user3 “Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch You fit every stereotype, Send a pic.” your honor, i’m afraid she ate.

user6 okay now announce y’all are dating before i contact Ferrari strategist.

lewishamiliton song was amazing, yourusername 🩵.

yourusername thank you, lew lew🩵.

user9 y/n and lewis’s friendship is so 😻.

yourusername has posted on their story.

replies:

user18 rue, when was this?

carlossainz55 this is no soft launch

user2 is that who i think it is??

yourusername

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yourusername is this how this hard launch thing works?

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charles_leclerc je t'aime tellement, ma chérie ❤️.

yourusername i love you too, my lil vroom vroom guy ❤️.

yourbestfriend bitch be romantic for once.

yourusername that was romantic wym?

user13 did i expect it? no. do i love it? yes.

liked by charles_leclerc and yourusername.

landonorris my parents🥹 (y/n pls say yes. charles said no.)

yourusername you said no to our son? charles_leclerc?

charles_leclerc but y/n

yourusername but nothing. he is our son, treat him as such.

landonorris 😁😁.

user8 y/n really said charles has no option but to adopt Lando 😂.

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Je t'aime tellement, ma chérie ❤️.

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user9 damn. charles really pulled a hot ass girl.

user8 right, i thought his ass was awkward

user18 bro pulled his celebrity crush

yourusername Je t'aime tellement plus, mon amour ❤️.

yourusername (i want everyone to know i google translated that. so if it’s wrong , not my fault.)

charles_leclerc it’s the thought that counts, chérie.

landonorris my parents🧡

charles_leclerc i still didn’t agree to that.

landonorris yourusername he’s being mean to me.

yourusername Charlie, what have i told you. Accept our child.

carlossainz55 yk sometimes i worry about you y/n

yourusername it’s okay, Charles does too:)

lewishamilton congrats you two🩵.

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yourusername thanks lew lew🩵.

arthur_leclerc congrats❤️

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charles_leclerc thank you brother❤️.

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[danwhobrowses]

Critical Role C3 Ep 118 - Initial Thoughts

Well guys I maaaade it

It's 8am (well 9 now) and frosty in England and I had like, 1 hour light snoozing, I'm currently basking in the delusional energy being sleep deprived sustains until the inevitable crash but for now, an episode happened!

First of 2025, first I could watch in full thanks to PTO and willpower, shivering with nerves all day so let's cover the thoughts I remember at least (was staying as still as possible to avoid making noise for the others sleeping, so couldn't do the clickety clacks - and as you can tell by my use of 'clickety clacks' that my verbage may be as loopy as a rollercoaster at times)

Spoilers for the episode

Adorable abnormally named animals that looked more like a pupper and a gerbil, Bandit was true to his name

Oh geez more fucking monologuing, even Sam had the cup thing for it XD

Remember that fanart of Laudna, Orym and Ashton kicking Liliana after verbally dressing her down? Well that but this time with Ludinus, loved the pressing

Got some mini Ludie backstory and it was 'my family died as collateral in the Calamity', it's so hilariously basic at this point he deserved every bit of Ashton's 'get the fuck over it'

Part of me also couldn't help but think of Istho, the reluctant to die Paladin of the Lawbearer imprisoned at the Bloody Bridge literally a year ago, they had the same mantra

Would've been cooler to get a bit more Lawbearer sauce before in this campaign but fairs enough

Fearne just wants to give everyone cupcakes and candy and treats being the vessel of the God Eater like winning the lottery and I love her for it

It's not lost on me as an Ashton fan that Ludie never asked them what they wanted. There's a gist yes of controlling your own fate but still, got a lil' under your skin didn't they?

Chet no, don't try to open the cascade of sigils!

HA! Poofed out of his second monologue

Braius don't call him, you're gonna call him aren't you?

FUCKING LYING WHORE CHEATER BITCH Azzy, how's the family?

Brennan is untouchable but Matt's Fucking Lying Whore Cheater Bitch Azzy M still gives me the feeling of 'you know all the right things to say but I can still hear your manipulation'

Family, Braius, is right here! I get he's been around longer but first it's 'chase away and I'll remain' now it's 'don't let it out', mixed messages

I probably would've laughed to death if Ludie got distracted by the toy, though I do wish it was an Intuit Charge

RAVENOUS VOID OFF THE FUCKING BAT?? I was literally looking at that spell a few days ago

The aoe and save was so fucking high too, and I could've sworn Ashton can't be moved in Titan form, and resists all but Force Damage

Oh shit the neck! The neck comes back around!

God the cast rolled so badly for so long, and he kept saving and using his resistance

Not the neck ladies, the body, da body!

PATE I LOVE YOU

Pate noooo!

IRAAAAAAA I LOVE YOU!

MISTERRRRRR! I LOVE YOU!!

ASHTOOOOOOOON I LOVE YOU! That is my motherfucking barbarian tank killing the concentration

OH MY FUCKING DAYS POWER WORD STUN IMOGEN I FUCKING LOVE YOU!

I was counting the damage, once you knew it was below 150 all it needed was the math

Bless Ashley for wanting to go big but couldn't because of aoe

It had to be Orym, IT HAD TO BE ORYM, how's that for resolve?

Ira laughing in Ludie's face was cathartic too

'I don't want to hurt anyone, or kill anyone' - SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE ASHTON HATERS IN THE BACK!

We were so fucking close though, so close to the 'we can't absorb it but it can't stay here' point, we could've had an option C like sending it to a Demiplane

Surprised me how much Laudna pushed for pro-Predathos, given Imogen's reluctance, and Orym just unable to argue it because it's been argued to death

Oh god is he not dead? Fuckery duck, Laudna you have that ghost tracking thing right?

'What did you do to me, I used to be fun' - you still are you just have mushrooms planned with Fearne for after

Imogen you talked a lot about being free to decide your fate and now you're literally walking towards what 'fate' planned out for you

We are LITERALLY approaching what Ludinus wants to do

Child's voice is a nope, like an absolute nope

Like a 'Guys did we not learn from the Dominox?' nope

Because GUYS DID WE NOT LEARN FROM THE DOMINOX??

Orym insight checked a God Eater, got a whisper, stepped between it and the Ruidusborns, and that was not a red flag??

The collective 'ohhhh' though

Like, I get hearing it out, trying to see if we've simply been misinformed, but the proof is kinda in the pudding and it is dessert time

It knocked Chet into a wall for opposing, that's a nope

Hey Matt don't you think the Primordials partly responsible for this cage would have some resonance with it since we're getting clips of Tengar and Orym's Wildmother vision for all to see?

Imogen and Fearne NO

Predathos the nice hot faun lady told you to wait

Fearne YES but IMOGEN NO!

Fearne Yes! ...right? Answer the question cliffhanger! RIGHT?

I mean she heard her, that's something, are we gonna have to give Imogen her first death in the campaign? Can that staff factor in at all?

Definitely peeved that Imogen went and pulled a Frodo right at the last moment, but like the One Ring in Mount Doom she is being lulled by Predathos muddying her instincts, so I can kinda see why she thought it the kindest option, also le drama I suppose, Laura Bailey had to put her own third wedding one-shot in jeopardy

I have to be at work next week and there's a likelihood that the worst ending happens and Ludinus didn't get his ancient elf ass handed to him permanently ;_; so the stage is different, the health and spell slots are lower, but the fear is the same and I can't stay up for it

Contrary to others though I do still want a happy ending, the Hells aren't bad or evil for what they were attempting; the intentions was still good it was just not right. Someone else would've come, if not Ludinus then someone else with the same plan, but this is why we should've discussed alternatives earlier, this is why a united goal is important and why the Arch Heart fucking up the plan with his visit rubbed me the wrong way

At least now the Hells are gonna be on the same page with Predathos, it's about saving your people - so, save your people

[lovverletters]

Ok so I did send a request idea but im also still thinking about the serial killer guy and im just.

Im so love him so so much and just

Sobbing crying and holding his face gently.

Im so gay. Im such a gay lil man for big scary dude

And I just wanna.... dote on him.

Like ok I mean yes he HAS killed people and all and is kinda super scary

But god my dumb ass with a big heart just seeing him covered in blood and maybe hurt somehow and going like "hey... hey uh... let's get you cleaned up and patched up ok?"

And just being so gentle with him, wiping the blood off and maybe even learning to stitch wounds closed just for him.

Ok so what if maybe he has kidnapped me. He means well I think! Hasn't done anything to hurt me so I mean come on maybe he is lonely and needs some kindness ya know? (Totally not delusional ♡♡♡)

I mean sure it was scary at first and all but like he's a person too right? He's got a heart. He needs some gentle care and love.

Making him a flower crown, putting stickers on his mask and arms, holding his hand gently and just feeling his big palms with my smaller lil hands and treating him with such gentle care.

I am so sappy and gay im sorry

I just love him-

♡Bunny (whos a gay lil idiot♡♡♡)

Yandere! Serial Killer part 2

A/N : this was supposed to come out on Halloween but um things happens💟 hope you like it! Sorry for the ending heh🐰

T/W : blood, mentioned of murder, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome(?), the reader lowkey kinda insane too, yandere themes.

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[Name] stared at the screen of the television showcasing a random horror movie absentmindedly, not paying much attention to it as their thoughts were occupied.

It was well past midnight and they were still wide awake.

They were unable to sleep due to the loud thundering sounds of the storm outside and decided to watch a movie instead and hopefully fall asleep to it.

It didn't work obviously as they were currently staring blankly at the scene of a man being brutally murdered by an axe-wielding killer in the movie. It was concerning how they barely reacted to the grotesque scene.

They've seen real horrors before.

[Name] has essentially been desensitised of seeing blood and gore. The sight being far too common nowadays after they met him.

Their ears perked up at the sound of a jingling keys and the doorknob twisting open. He's home. [Name] turned their gaze from the movie to the man who's currently standing at their front door.

"You're back and.. bloodied as usual" They greeted him, eyes trailing over his current state.

Lorn was covered in blood from head to toe, both his and his victim's they presumed. Cuts and scratches littered his muscled arms, some look fairly deep ones as it bled. The killer stood still as a statue all the while [Name] inspected him, he knew [Name] will be angry at him for walking around bathed in blood so he remained glued to his spot.

"Found a tough one. Scratched and sliced me once with a knife. That's why m'so bloodied, had to cut their limbs off f'touching me" He explained, staring at [Name] who were grabbing the items they had kept in the supply closet.

If they had not known better, they would've thought he was innocent, incapable of harm as he stared at them through his red horned mask with those adoring eyes. Who would've thought that the infamous Lovelorn killer was a small puppy towards his object of affection.

"Come here, let's get you cleaned and patched up. Wouldn't want you to bleed everywhere, blood is hard to get out of carpet okay?" They motioned him to strip his clothes off and dump it in the basin of clothes to be washed separately.

As they wiped the blood off of Lorn, stitched and wrapped him up in bandages they were overcome by a realisation. Something feels off about themselves. A normal person would've screamed bloody murder and ran to the police but here they are pampering a serial killer who they are living with.

'I might be insane myself' they thought to themselves, chuckling humourlessly.

It had been months since they were locked inside this house with only Lorn as a company. They were protesting at first, demanding to be freed but even then deep down they didn't really care. [Name] only did it because it's what they thought a sane person would do.

Maybe they and Lorn aren't that different.

[Name] snapped out of their thoughts when a rough hand were placed on their jaw, the touch so gentle they barely feel it.

"What's wrong?" Lorn was looking at them with those eyes again.

They shook their head and smiled, continuing their work of stitching up closed a cut on his arm. After they were done, Lorn stood up and englufed them in a hug, their sizes difference were apparent as he towers over them with his muscular built.

"Thank you. I love you so much, [Name]" He said, burying his face on their hair.

They pat his back and suddenly a thought crept up in their mind. They bit their lip as they contemplate on wether to ask him or not.

Fuck it.

"Hey, Lorn?" He hummed in reply, too busy mooching off their warmth.

"Why don't I join you the next time you went out for a kill?"

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[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 53

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Author’s note: This chapter is ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 so you’ve been warned. 😉 Also, the “Just checking” exchange, I cannot take full credit for. It was inspired by a funny dialogue between Fran Fine and Max Sheffield from the TV series “The Nanny”.

Thanks again for all of your beautiful response to the previous chapter(s)! I’m so grateful that you take time out of your day to let me know you enjoy reading. I just wanted to add that: if I don’t reply back to you right away please bear with me.

I’m not ignoring you or anything, it’s just that I usually log out of all fandom social media for about a week after I’ve published a chapter (performance anxiety ya’ll). But I always reply back eventually, every time where replying is possible.

Chapter 53, Dreaming of you

“Did you find me attractive right away?”

Effie sat cross-legged on her bed, wearing nothing but Haymitch’s over-sized sweater. It was an old, moth-eaten thing but heavenly warm. Just what you needed on a cold, dark night like this.

The arrival of March had done little to improve the weather. Only made it harder to push a double stroller through the sleet and slush.

The phone lay in front of her, on loudspeaker of course. And in her hands: a bowl of sliced canned peaches, topped with generous spoonfuls of whipped cream. She bought them on impulse, last time she and the twins were downtown.

Four cans she mailed Haymitch. As a treat. He needed more sweetness in his life, that’s for sure.

And naturally, Haymitch being Haymitch, he enjoyed it straight out of the can. Exaggerating those slurps, no doubt, just to annoy her.

No point in trying to convince him to use a bowl or even a mug. She could just picture the state of his kitchen right now. 

Cupboards bare. Towering stacks of dirty dishes, covered with mold and stinking up the house.

At least she found some comfort in the fact that Haymitch had one decent meal every day, down at Sae’s. She made him promise, and made sure Sae, Katniss and Peeta all knew of this promise – just in case Haymitch forgot.

“First time we met”, Effie clarified her question. “When I came to your house that day. Was I pretty in your eyes?”

”You were so young”, Haymitch said, mouth full.

“I was old enough”, Effie shrugged and helped herself with another spoonful. “But I suppose”, she pondered, “looks don’t matter. Not if you hate the person.”

“I never hated you, Eff”, Haymitch said and she could tell he meant it. “Not really. You were annoying as fuck, sure. Especially your accent. But you were also so delusional and hopeful, determined to make a difference, you made hate impossible. Mostly I just felt sorry for ya. It was like watching a lil’ duckling fresh out of the egg, squeaking relentlessly. I just knew the Games would swallow you whole. Or toughen you up. Make your heart callous. Indifferent. Like ol’ mrs Dandruff. Either way … I wasn’t gettin’ attached.” He paused. “But you proved a lot stronger than I thought, sweetheart.”

A long silence. Until Haymitch broke the tension by having himself another loud slurp of sugar syrup.

“Oh … God”, Effie winced but there was no erasing the smile on her lips. She licked the spoon clean and said, “Do you want in on a little secret, my love?”

“Always.”

“You were my dream boy … for several years actually.”

“That a fact?”

“Mm-hm. And if I tell you, do you promise not to hold it against me forever and ever?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of teasing you, Eff.”

“Well … when I was a wee teen, still living at home … I may or may not, have had my first orgasm to a picture of you.”

“Really?” She could hear the grin spreading across his face.

“Capitol Girl Magazine had published an old photo of you. From Caesar’s interview. I hid the magazine under my mattress. Had it at my disposal for a couple of weeks. Until my mother found it and threw it out, that is. I thought you were so fierce and handsome. But then of course I met you in person”, she teased, “and you ruined it all.”

The spoon tinked when she scraped up the last of her dessert.

“So”, she said, admiring the little heap of peach and cream. “There you have it. What do you have to say about that?”

“I’m actually … quite moved”, Haymitch replied. “Then again, who can blame ya? I was quite the looker back in the day.”

“You’re still a looker”, Effie said in a firm voice.

“Yah”, Haymitch snorted and by the sound of it, he clapped his pouchy belly. “What’s not to like ‘bout this ol’ dad bod? No wonder I ruined ya for other men.”

Effie sighed.

“Is it that obvious?”

“I was kidding!”

“Well, I’m not.”

“Oh knock it off, princess”, Haymitch said, but there was a fondness in his voice, impossible to ignore.

“You know, you could be an absolute heartthrob”, Effie said, “if you just put in a little effort for a change. Or”, she added, “maybe you really are having sex and just not telling me about it. Hrmh … If so … are they OK with our little arrangement? Those other women you sleep with? Back in District 12, I mean?”

Haymitch yawned.

“Who? My secret Victor’s Village harem? I’m not fucking anyone else, Eff.”

“Just checking.”

“Come on. You are more than enough, sweetheart. To handle, that is. Fuck. Honestly, I’d rather be sleepin’ than knockin’ boots.”

“Really?” smiled Effie. “Is that why you call me up every few days? So that I may sing you a lullaby?”

“With your voice? No thank you.”

“I guess I do, though. In a way”, Effie continued, unfazed by Haymitch’s last remark. “You always sleep like a baby, after sex. Especially when we shared beds, remember?”

“Self-preservation, sweetheart. You always wanted to cuddle.”

“Oh, like you don’t enjoy cuddling?” Effie grinned. “You love to cuddle, even more so than I do. If someone looked up ‘cuddle-monster’ in a dictionary they’d find a picture of you there. That’s it.”

”Maybe so, and if they ever look up ‘annoying nag with Haymitch Abernathy’s balls in a safe under her bed’ that’s where they’ll find you.”

Effie burst out laughing. And oh, how good it felt! She needed more laughs in her life. Now more than ever.

“Sweet Haymitch …” She wiped a tear from under her eyelashes. “I miss talking with you like this.”

“Yeah, me too. Me too.”

Effie settled the empty bowl on the nightstand. Laid back more comfortably against her pillow. The one with Haymitch’s t-shirt for a pillowcase.

“Feels just like the old days, doesn’t it?” she said. “The good ones.”

“Mm”, said Haymitch. “And with this new agreement of ours, at least I can’t get you pregnant no matter how hard I try.”

”Yes”, Effie sighed. “It certainly makes things less complicated.”

Agreement. Arrangement. That’s one way to put it. They never talked this through. Not once. These booty calls of theirs. They just happened. One time became two. Two became three and before they knew it, they were completely hooked. Both of them.

Pulled in, like a pair of beach sandals when the tide comes. Slowly but surely. And now they just … floated on the waves with no real direction.

At midnight. Always midnight and always over the phone. Never in person.

And whatever they did, whatever they talked about, it only existed at night. Never to be mentioned once the sun came up.

She had a pretty keen feeling as to why that was. Why they pretended like it rained during the day.

It wasn’t due to shame or even regret.

They never addressed it because if they did, they had to talk it through, and if they talked it through, they’d reach the irreversible conclusion that this was, in fact, a really, really bad idea. And then they had to stop. For good.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was something neither of them wanted to do.

So instead, they lived two lives. One where they ate and drank and cared for their children, discussed doctor’s appointments, video-calls and planning the next visit.

And then there was the other one, the one of darkness and moonlight and treats and shared secrets where they sank into each other’s arms. Over and over and over again.

She could almost pretend those nocturnal adventures with him were nothing but a particularly good dream.

Almost.

There was an additional reason too. For her at least. Another motivator, stimulant if you will, as to why Effie yearned those moments so much. Beyond the primal urges of it all.

Haymitch had it worse at night. Those long hours before dawn, that’s when he was the most vulnerable. Most prone to drink.

But when his body called out to her, thirsted for her, it deafened him to the calls of the bottles. That inevitable moment when the need for a drink overpowered him, simply got post-phoned.

What a psychiatrist had to say about it wasn’t a pleasant thought, but imagining having him sober for another hour, just one more, aroused Effie beyond belief.

But yes, he must be sober. Couldn’t be even a little liquored up if he wanted to sleep with her. She never made some big proclamation. Haymitch caught on anyway. Because he called her up one time. Not wasted or anything, just tipsy enough to slur on certain words.

And it killed Effie’s libido, in an instant. Snuffed her desires like a candle for the rest of the night. The rest of the week, in fact.

Haymitch took the hint, did his homework and the scene never repeated itself. And from then on out, he did all the calling. More practical than her having to guess. Maybe two, sometimes three days a week. Mostly it coincided with the twins’s “piano and bedtime stories” routine. Nights when he was sober anyway.

Effie sighed where she lay on the bed, phone against her heart. Her gaze traveled upward.

“It’s really too bad I don’t have a mirror on the ceiling”, she said. “That’d be something, right? I can have one installed in your bedroom as well. If you want me to?”

“Hell no”, said Haymitch. “It’s bad enough I have to see myself in the bathroom after my morning puke.”

“My mirror would be just for me, of course”, Effie continued, ignoring that last painted image. “I wouldn’t bring men here or anything. In fact … I guess, what I’m trying to say is …”

“ … you’re not sleeping with anyone but me, yeah”, Haymitch filled in.

Effie frowned.

“Um, correct. But you didn’t … why are you laughing?”

“Sorry”, Haymitch chuckled. “But is that meant to be some kind of news? Course I know you’re not juggling other people. Why would ya?”

“No need to be so overconfident about it”, Effie said. “I could have boyfriends! Someone I see while the twins are in Octavia, Flavius and Venia’s care. I don’t spend every waking moment with you, after all. I could sleep with half the town if I wanted to.”

“Yeah, but ya don’t want to”, Haymitch said. The carefreeness in his voice grated on her, like a really dull cheese slicer. “If there was another guy in your life, I woulda known.”

Effie huffed a breath.

“I don’t skywrite the name of every single man that I date!”

“Since when?”

“Be nice, Abernathy or else maybe I’ll never have sex with you again.”

“Yeah: maybe.”

“You’re exhausting.” Effie drew a sigh. “Fine”, she said. “Fine, laugh at my expense. Laughing is good. Makes you live longer.”

“Oh, don’t pout, princess”, Haymitch said. “It just means more Effs for me. I’m the luckiest guy alive!”

Effie rolled her eyes.

“You’re only saying that because ‘little Haymitch’ is a-stirring deep in your pants again.”

“I’m naked, sweetheart. And you should be proud of me, eh. A man of my age, able to go for a third round in one night. You know how special that is?”

“Oh God, can you be more ridiculous? What am I going to do with you?”

“Well, I can think of a few things”, Haymitch mused. “But if you don’t wanna join that’s fine of course. I’ll just engage in a little … self-help on my own, fantasizing ‘bout the sexiest, most beautiful woman in Panem.”

“And of course you also want it known”, Effie interjected, “that ‘the sexiest, most beautiful woman in Panem’ is in no shape or form, me.”

“No, it’s you, sweetheart.”

”Hm.”

Haymitch let out a soft groan.

“Sorry. That was me. I just couldn’t wait any longer. And given that my hand’s around my cock right now, we should probably hang up, yes?”

He groaned again, then a third time and it annoyed her to no end that those sounds, every last one of them, went straight to her most private regions.

”Yeah”, Haymitch said, breaths labored, “we should definitely call it a night, right princess? My junk’s only getting harder and harder and more full. Especially when I rub my thumb over the tip, like this.” And he groaned, loud without shame. A shudder ran through Effie – the most pleasant shivers imaginable – and she parted her legs a little. “I can already see a drop of precum”, Haymitch continued. “Right there in the middle. Like a little pearl.”

A groan slipped between Effie’s lips. She couldn’t help herself.

Oh, that infuriating man! I should never have told him how much I love dirty talk!

She held the phone steady against her heaving chest, whilst slipping her other hand in between her legs – to the sweet spot where she throbbed and ached for him.

His scent coming from the t-shirt around her pillow went straight to her head and Effie groaned, without restraint or control.

He would tease the hell out of her later. Boast that he had her wrapped around his little finger and knew exactly which buttons to push, but she didn’t even care. Couldn’t care less!

“So”, Haymitch said, out of breath, “where are we, sweetheart? Cabin in the woods? Apple shed? Sailboat?”

Because he also knew how much Effie Trinket loved a good fantasy. Especially when she got to set the stage.

“Well”, she said, “I was thinking maybe the Royal Library of Panem?”

“Wanna get caught again?”

“We were never caught!” Effie protested. “We were always almost caught.”

“There’s a difference?”

“Of course! Quite a big one too. And remember our number one rule, Haymitch. No judgement. This is a safe place for sexual expression. You don’t see me complaining when you want to do it in ‘my bed in Twelve, at sunrise, missionary position’ again.”

“You love it, sweetheart! Alright. Sexy times at the library. Alone. Got it. Anything else I need to know?”

“Yes”, Effie said. “You’re the hot librarian, about to lock up for the night. I’m an even hotter, ill-reputed infamous master thief with a bounty on my head. You catch me red-handed, trying to steal some of your most valuable books.”

”A master thief who got caught?”

“Er, just this one time. And who knows, maybe I wanted to get myself caught when I saw how incredibly sexy you were in your suit and tie. Anywho, you threaten to call the authorities but I ask in my most seductive voice, a voice you cannot resist: ‘Isn’t there anything I can do to make you forget all about the police?’”

“Now we’re talking!”

“And before we know it, books are thumping left and right as you thrust into me, up against the mahogany shelves, edging me and driving me out of my mind. You didn’t even bother with a condom.”

“Living on the edge, huh?”

“Well, that’s the beauty of fantasy”, Effie smiled. “You don’t have to worry about the consequences. And you, you … you just couldn’t wait. You had to take me. Give me everything.”

“Yeah, like chlamydia.”

“We’re not contracting an STI!” Effie protested. “Gross!”

“Well, it is just some random hookup.”

“Stop ruining the fantasy, Haymitch! We’re perfectly in the clear.”

“How do I know? I never met you before.”

“Who cares! It’s not real!”

“And then there’s pregnancy to think of.” She couldn’t even tell if he was kidding or not. “Cause no way I’m gettin’ you knocked up again, sweetheart. Not even in make-belief. Can’t we just … add a vasectomy to the mix? Cause I don’t think I’m cool with nutting all over those poor books either, if I’m honest.”

“Fine”, sighed Effie. “Whatever you need.”

She didn’t press the issue. Haymitch loved unprotected sex. He’d never admit it, but he did. They both did. But actively engaging in a fantasy where conception was the goal? No thank you.

Well, Effie wouldn’t have minded. It wasn’t a fantasy she’d ever yearned with other men, but the occasional “let’s make a baby” with Haymitch? Yes. Seemed pretty nice.

But Haymitch wasn’t at all down for that.

Phrases like “I’m gonna fill you up with warm, potent cum. Make your belly grow big and round with my child. Make you mine, for always” that caused Effie to tingle all over, just didn’t do it for him.

Part of it was Games-related. The other one, well … She supposed it was rooted in guilt. He still carried a lot of it around, about causing her “fall from grace” when he got her pregnant, thus ruining her career and the very last remnants of her good reputation.

Didn’t matter how many times she told him that one: it takes two to tango and two: out of all the good things he’d done in his life, giving her children was definitely in the top three.

She tried it only once – “Do you want to make a little brother or sister to Amy and Ian?” – but they never finished the fantasy because it made him so uncomfortable.

And seeing how the idea didn’t agree with him very well, Effie made sure to never bring it up again. Haymitch would only grow paranoid, thinking she had baby fever – which she didn’t!

Their two children were more than enough to make her happy. They were the apples of her eye. She loved watching them grow. Here. Out in the world. And what kind of a maniac would add another child to such chaotic circumstances as hers and Haymitch’s anyway?

It wasn’t baby fever, it was just … sometimes she missed it. Missed carrying them inside of her. Their little flutters and kicks. And then all the beautiful things they brought on in their father, as they grew. Haymitch, who missed so much of that pregnancy. Those nine months had been exhausting. Stressful too. In many ways and yet, it saddened her sometimes.

The fact that she’d never be pregnant again.

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Time to take anti down a couple notches

Cw : paramisia, transID hate, sui and self harm mention

By now, I'm sure a good portion of you have seen someone by the acc name "fuckradqueers", so let's go over their shit in *this* post because i DO NOT wanna have to deal with them bitching in my replies <3333

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"they should be treated" for what, *how* is someone treated, because as far as I know, this isn't something therapists or any mental health work thinks is a problem!

What does a "happy adult life" entail? Why are these things specifically adult? How do you know this person *is* an adult and not a teen? What mental illness do *all* these people have?

Also the label doesn't make them think their kids..? Using the label transfem does not make people think their transfem, it's their experience and want for that label etc etc

And lastly, it's gross to point at healthy ways of dealing with things and say it's bad and horrible! Genuinely so close to saying horrible things because GET OFF YOUR FUCKING HIGH HORSE <333 you don't decide whats healthy and what isn't for all victims! Not even mentioning that not all transage are victims, some people just wanna be kids man

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Oh wonderful, people with eye problems must LOVE you.

"You're not valid" validity as a concept sucks, try again

"You're a mockery" yes I am! I am a mockery of the human experience, as I am not human but a horrific forest creature forced to seem normal

"you're harmful".... Oh TransHarm people, how do we feel about this one, do we tell him?...

"you're stupid" that's not how that works, also, anyone who gets euphoric over getting called stupid (I know you guys exist) pspspsps

"You're not a part of the community" mmmm yes we are, we have our own community but also most of us are queer in other more "normal" ways than this. I haven't actually met a single cishet allo and perisex person in this entire community

"you're genuinely rancid" this is literally giving me euphoria, I love being a rancid lil nightmare <333

"and you will always be invalid" incorrect statement, you cannot disprove how someone feels something

"you're harming real trans people" hi, I'm real trans people, transIDs aren't the reason republicans hate us, nor is catgender, and it wasn't nondysphoric's either. People just want us dead, no smaller minority caused that to happen

"and you will never have the shit you claim to have" that's literally not how that works, you can very easily become disabled, schrodingerID and others exist literally because some people don't know if they are cis or trans something

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Hi, schizophrenic here, I *would* actually like if people fetishized my experiences

I don't like being treated like a criminal or danger or whatever else, and so I'd rather be seen as hot than bad, might even want someone to call me crazy or insane in bed (might be hot, who knows)

Fetishists at least acknowledge I have personal agency in regards to my life and sexual situations! Cause while it gets their rocks off, all fetishists I've met are MAJORLY on top of communication! The same cannot be said for other people INCLUDING YOU

And people usually don't have a say in what they find hot, so someone being into delusional people is something I doubt they had a full say in, and even if they did have a say in it, they aren't negatively affecting me, what affects other schizo-spec is people believing they have no agency (including sexual agency !!!!)

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(Warning as here's where it gets a lil worse)

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"para's are fine as long as they aren't the ones I personally don't like!"

Repeating who can and can't consent doesn't make people stop having paraphilias. Also "it's not just a simple fantasy" and then proceeding to call it a fantasy RIGHT AFTERWARDSS?? funny as fuck, also if it's a *fantasy* specifically, it doesn't have to be rape, like in fantasy land, something like this doesn't *have* to be rape (tho more power to ya to those who do fantasize about rape)

Also a little interesting how this for some reason *didn't* include necro's... Weirddd

Para's shouldn't be targets of shame, it's just a part of people and no one chooses to have them or not, and "you should either die or get locked up" is what causes actual rape!!! People thinking they can't get help when they do actually need it, people thinking that they're just a ticking time bomb, social pressure and ideas about para's made the issues we have today! Para's don't just do that on their own!

And this doesn't ignore people who don't need help and are just chilling, as this person also includes those who don't do anything as being just as bad as those who do act, he sees everyone as rapists

And for the end, where cyen says "never to be near children or animals" whatever whatever

I need you to keep in mind that minor para's exist, those who went through abuse and now are pedos or zoos exist, 8 year olds who accidentally found out how they feel about things online and now feel ashamed, 10 year olds who have those fantasies cyen mentioned and want to die over it

Does a family deserve to lose a child because this person thinks the child is bad?

But it only gets weirder

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Cyen thinks someone can... Choose to not be a para?... And if they don't their.. bad??

Somehow being incredibly ignorant to accessibility when it comes to therapy often being a problem for people, and even more so ignoring para's who don't need professional help

Also the testosterone thing isn't true????? You cannot be medicated for para's??????? Don't ask me where cyen got this from, he just pulled it out of his ass

But theres a bigger problem with cyen that you've now probably seen.

Cyen likes to put a lotta words in others mouths, like saying maps are trying to hide from the word pedo (that's literally never what happened, it was just made as an alt term, in a therapy group no less!). Or yelling at this person in is comments trying to make them seem like a pedo despite that not at all being what dude was doing or saying

This includes these 2

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There is literally no context for the first one, someone just said "take the L" and cyen somehow takes that as "this person is a rape apologist and doesn't understand anything!" While proceeding to be very wrong (I swear if you showed cyen age regression I think he would explode)

And the second was how he started out his blog, just going haywire insane at his own community, WILD that is (and antis wonder why we think their community is bad)

Thank you all for letting me rant, and hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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A little one-shot of Enby! reader kicking ass with cod boys being there too ^^

haven-is-happy - I do be loving a mid 20s enby reader causing havoc and making the old men fear her 

Also @haven-is-happy is there any anon you wanna be because I luv you ^^

This is not proof read btw so very sorry if there are mistakes ^^

Summary?: Young mid 20’s enby reader(call sign is gonna be Razor) proving just because they’re younger and not your typical ‘male or female’ soldier that they will and can gladly kick ass.

Warnings: Some transphobia(?), Swearing, Degrading from other recruits, fighting, blood, y/n beating ass ^3^

Y/N’s POV:

Joining the 141 was some type of dream, working under Laswell for the longest time, and then out of nowhere telling me she wants me to join one of the most prestigious task forces there is. I thought I was dreaming, until finally being dropped off and greeted by Captain John Price himself.

"Sargent Razor." I nodded back to him holding my hand out to greet the bearded man, "Captain, Its nice to meet you." Thank the gods that I had my gloves on, or I think my hands would have drenched his with my sweat. "Same to you, Laswell has said good things about you, I'm hoping you live up to them." "Yes sir."

He led me into what I assumed was the Rec Room, Entering there was some recruits chatting to each other on some of the couches and other watching TV; non paying attention to the Captain and I walking in. "Ahem?" Captain Price roughly cleared his throat gaining peoples attention as they turned and sent small greetings to their Captain.

"Alright Lads listen up. This 'ere is Sargent Razor, newest to the team. You will treat 'em with the same respect you give everyone else. Understood?" His voiced boomed through out the room as everyone just nodded, some eyeing me and whispering to others next to them. Its like going to a new class in high school all over again.

Price turned again and gave me some directions for where my room, his office and the training grounds were, I thanked him and grabbed my bags heading to my room before being stopped by an even rougher british voice booming through the room, "Everyone in the training grounds in 10. Lets see how he new recruit goes.". Chuckles and sighs where heard out through the room as I groaned and kept walking. Wonderful.

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After Y/N had changed into some work out type clothes, they reached the training grounds they looked around at the testosterone filled room cringing as all they saw was men. Crossing their arms they continued walking to their Lieutenant; who was currently conversing with the other two 141 men. When they caught eye of you walking over Ghost turned to them and smirked under his mask. "Sargent." "Lieutenant.".

"Alright whose up against the new guy here first hm?" Ghost's voice once again boomed through out the room though there was a hint of a tease. There wasn't anyway you'd take half the guys here easily. Multiple men's hands flew up, most chuckling to themselves, thinking close to the same thing as ghost. Ghost being the lovely person he is picked one of the biggest recruits he saw. After everyone gathered around the small ring they had with both you and this buff man who was much bigger then you inside.

"Don't worry lil guy. Maybe me beating some sense into you will help, some brain damage may help you be less delusional" He murmured loud enough for you and others to hear causing chuckles to come around you. You knew what he meant. Of course you did. You've been berated and made fun of for not being male or female since you joined the military.

You didn't respond, glad you now had a real reason to beat your so called teammate into the ground. Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Price stood watching, surprised at their privates choice of biggited words towards you, but more so the small smirk that ghosted your face after what he said. "GO." Ghost yelled out interested to see how this played out. Gaz and Soap being ready to pull the big guy off you if needed.

The two of you started circling each other, neither going to strike first. "Come on you gotta have some move to use on me, you came up with you gender you can surely come up with an attack. Or will you start crying you type of people always seem to be so sensitive about this stuff" He yelled out laughing at his comment. So you gave in. You attacked like he told you to.

You charged forward, jumping on the ring edge to gain height on him, wrapping your legs around his neck taking him down with the force of the jump. After a second or two he managed to grip your thighs off his neck, turning over to grip your neck, "Jokes on you I'm into this typa shit." You smirked. Seeing your smirk he gripped tighter and gave you a good few decks to the face.

The two of you continued to fight, and as much as a surprise to everyone there you were better then your 'teammate' though he was able to gain some ground and had you on your back, him on op and straddling your hips to hold you in place. As the man on top of you was about to make another comment, he faltered looking away for a second, you, seizing the opportunity sat up quickly smashing your head to his hearing the satisfying crunch of what you guessed was a broken nose. The force had him stumbling back as you didn't waste time getting up and putting him in a rear naked chokehold (please its an actual thing leave me alone).

Adding pressure to his neck as he wriggled to try get out of your grip; even try to get up and slam you back down, though you didn't falter and happily added some strong kicks to both his stomach and his 'little guy'; and eventually he tapped out. After letting him go and him mumbling some more comments, everyone else was eerily quiet.

Turning facing everyone but mainly the rest of the 141, "Just because I'm small doesn't mean I won't cut your dicks off if more comments about me are made" Smiling and walking out of the training grounds downing your water. The rest of the recruits started at where you had just left. How tf? The 141 boys turned to each other surprised that you were able to take down one of their buffest recruits and walk away with few bruises and a split lip.

"OI GET BACK TO TRAINING" Everyone scrambled back to what their training would normally be after hearing their captain yelling. Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz walked out feeling somewhat guilty, they know Laswell sent you but Jesus they weren't expecting someone who was significantly smaller then them to beat someone half your size. They all sent glances at each other. You sure were going to be an interesting team member.

Okay, I'm not proof reading this cause I'm super lazy and wrote this whole thing in one sitting so yeah, I can do another part if you guys want. But anyways ^^

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alr fucker ill bite

im trying 2 understand the absolute fuckin brainrot that is terf ideology solely so i can explain to people who actually want to make an effort to not be bigoted not fall into your pipelines. i do this already. but i wanna be more thorough and get screenshots and examples for specific questions. ill do a lil back and forth, but you wont be convincing me that all trans women are pedos n rapists and that we need to detransition people en mass and that trans people are delusional. i have a series of questions, if you consider yourself a terf please try and actually answer them, in a way that actually explains your thought process and isnt just calling me slurs because thats most of the discourse on this site. -------

how do you mentally justify the contridiction in "male and female brains have no difference and women are just as capable as men" (true and real) and "men are fundimentally more violent/ women less violent" besides just blatently liking sexism so long as it hurts men and not women (blatently harmful and bigoted just with a #girlpower coat of paint)

if its a socialization issue, how does female seperatism nessisarily help that? shouldnt the goal then to not treat women as an other, and to not define people based on biological characteristics? while biological differences exist they dont affect your mental or phisical capabilities in anything (in regards to biological sex atleast). wouldnt it be more helpful to treat it as simply a medical thing? like a blood type or something? and treat genital preference as just the same as any other random aesthetic preference in partners like, idk, liking fat people or likeing brown hair what is it about gender based oppression that makes you think that its the men that are the problem and not the whole gender thing, because its men thinking that women are fundimentally different alien creatures because we literally define people by their genitals and constantly talk about how your genitals make you fundimentally different then the "opposite". an ACTUALLY HELPFUL soution should be talking about how like, yeah! some of us look different, but thats like? fine? we are people. who cares whats in that person pants. and if your answer is that thats unrealistic and will require hundreds of years of societal change (true) why is your approach to double down on men and women being fundimentally different and not to like? work? twards something objectively better and less discriminatory? most of what terfs are known for is bigotry and thats not some crazy coincidence, its because your sexism (though you love to label it otherwise) naturally leads to transphobia. its because the core of your ideology is bigotry. women shouldnt be discriminated against cuz you are? fucking people? with the exact same capabilities, you do not deserve more/less praise more/less accountablitity more/less agency. infact id argue that this bending over backwords to try and exclude people you deem as men is why radfems are so much more of a pushover to conservatives. your willingness to go on and on about how biological differences make you a fundimentally different person just so you can rant about how men are all ugly evil penis havers just lets you be suseptible to violent reactionary shit by conservatives. regardless of where you come from politically, this applies to BOTH of us, if you refuse to really think deeply and critically about why you hate the things you do and why you like the things you do, and instead operate on gut reactions and absorbing politics from people on tumblr SOMEONE from SOME IDEOLOGY is always trying to take advantage of that. and transphobia IS violent reactionary shit, most the time i see transphobia especially against trans women its based entirely on appearance, people jumping all over themselves to body shame her for not being enough of a woman, talking about how gross and disgusting she is for wearing a dress or for having a deeper voice. why is this body shaming ok so long as you deem someone a man? attatching morality to appearance is just a blatently bad idea and its frankly gross how little so many of you are willing to critique that.

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whats your explaination for the tonal dissonance between "i dont want trans people dead and im not violent" and painting trans women as "always being men with terrible intentions who cosplay as women to have an excuse to rape and assault people"

because while you may not directly say "i think all trans people should be murdered" and you do it in a roundabout way with "all trans people are rapists and all rapists should be murdered" that does still say "i think all trans people should be murdered", just with extra steps. and are you aware that this is the exact retoric used by colonizers to justify genocide and slavery? painting black people as "savages and rapists"? whats your justification for painting a large group of people as fundimentally evil and violent, and how nessasarily is it somehow different then the retoric used to oppress any other marginalized group? + if its a "but im right!" consider this is also what a rapist or an antisemite or a mysogenist would say, and why you are parroting the exact same thing. like do you genuinely actually think that having a boy brain, or more testosterone, or a penis, makes you a rapist and a pedofile? really? and again if you agree with me that its a socialization issue why! dont you! treat it that way!! if you mean one thing, SAY THAT! and FIGURE OUT WITCH ONE OF THOSE YOU BELIEVE. because you cant fuckin have it both ways! if you wanna say that we shouldnt be treating women as stupid vile little vagina having worms (real and true) then like, you cant ALSO be like oh i also think we should be treating men as stupid vile little penis having worms >:) hehe i am so progressive and counter culture ignore all the horrific damage that catagorizing people like that has had i think it will be funny when we do it with men you see.

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what is with this insistance that people define themselves based on whats in their pants, like if having a pussy is just having a pussy thats fuckin fine alr but if you start insisting that people make that their ENTIRE PERSONALITY and that if you have one you HAVVVEEEE to have only a specific subsection of names and you HAVEEEE to be called a woman and use she/her and shit

like girl it is just words, who gives a fuck, if a guy says hey i wanna change my name to this girl name cuz it sounds cool as fuck its like! yea! hell yeah brother! and if hes like actually i prefer more feminine words to refer to me :) its like! hell yeah sister! how does that hurt fuckin anyone. is using words so hard 4 u. and before you be like ooOOuuyhghhg IM NOT DEFINING PEOPLE BASED ON THEY ARE PUSSY how is catagorizing people based on their chromosomes / genitals / appearance (and lets be honest here. its mostly appearance but you use chromosomes and genitals so you can pretend theres some kind of science proving that youre right, there is no chromosome detector 3000 for real life) not flattening them? like genuinely how the fuck do you justify that. you have to go to a different bathroom you have to go to a different doctors office you have to go to a different sports team all because i assume that your chromosomes and your genitals make you eaither unsafe or violent or constantly in need of protection and fundimentally less capable. terfs love to constantly insist that gender is whatever and then constantly try to force people to define themselves by their biological sex? why is whats in MY pants any of your fucking buisness? unless im at a gynocology appointment you dont need to know shit. all of this girlsgirlsgirlsgirls stuff what if you dont wanna be called a fuckin girl? what if i find it weird that you profile people and assume things about them because of their body? if gender is whatever why do you HAVE to be a male or a female. why do i have to fucking put my biology out on display for people to assume things about me based on? because i KNOW you assume things based on peoples biological sex and i KNOW you think more or less of people based on their biological sex thats half the ideology! why do you think every trans women is a sexist mysogenist who woke up one day at 24 and decided she was gonna be a girllll and wear dresses so she could opress woemennn moreeeee, why do you assume all trans men were groomed and exploited and brainwashed into thinking that theyre boys because of mysogeny and not cuz sometimes? being called a dude feels good? having a dick feels good? having a flat chest feels good? using he him or whatever the fuck feels good??? rad fem shit is just, sexism repackadged, do you never see the similarities? do you never see the fine print? that the core ideology is the same? this is just mysogeny again! like women are always the victim and men are always the perpetraitor. is just women have fundimentally less agency and men more agency women do bad things because theyre dumb and men do bad things because they had a good reason to. is just women have fundimentally less agency and men more agency please explain how that ISNT just the same mysogenist veiwpoints with a hashtag girlboss coat of paint. and this isnt me projecting mysogenistic right wing ideas onto you, i wrote all this stuff while looking through "radfem101" "terf reference guide" "things TRA's need to get thru their heads" posts. theres a reason people get them confused, ive been told these exact same things time and time again by alt rights and conservatives and mysogenists. so witch are you? why do you agree on so much?

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how do you deal with the whole, not wanting womens genitals to be constantly policed and have that be all that defines them (true and real) and the very real fact that there is no chromosome detector 3000 and if you want to create "female only spaces" you realistically are eaither going to have to subject billions of women on a daily basis to sexual harrassment to see if they are "real women" or do it just based on appearance. witch is enevitibly going to cause a disproportionate ammount of hate and violence twards black, gnc, and intersex women for not being "women" enough. something that is already happening, because trying to give rigid requirements for what looks like a woman and what looks like a man is always going to impact these groups disproportionately, you know its gonna be based off of like a white skinny cis girl! and uh! not all women are that!

and assuming there is a chromosome dectector 3000 in the future, a) intersex people b) trans men exist, and while im sure you can argue day and night about how they arent real men and phallo dicks are just a mutilated skin tube or whatever half of what you guys talk about is how you feel unsafe being in the same bathroom as someone who "looks like a dude" and who has a penis. considering the strictness in needing 100% gender conformity in trans women im sure the exact same people wouldnt be comfortable with a trans guy eaither, if youd feel ok just so long as they had the right reading on the chromosome dectector 3000 then all this talk about trans women being violent cuz penis and body hair and testosterone is just bullshit. and sense terfs love to play hypotheticals with 100% cis dudes just telling people theyre girls so they can get through the female bathroom security (a thing that totally exists believe me guys) (and also yeah telling a police officer that youre "just a trans girl" would totally actually help you in a legal case dont google trans panic defence shhhhhh its ok its ok, statistics you dont read from "xxvaginawomxngirlfucker" arent real its ok,,) couldnt a cis dude just lieeee about being a trans man? whos saying nobody can lie about my chromosome detector 3000 score! are you gonna put a bouncer in the female bathroom security gates? and like, where do trans people even pee then. we just rename the mens bathroom to the trannies and mysogenists room? the biologically more violent room? yeah lets shove a bunch of little intersex girls into the violent mysogenists room, she had body hair and a harsher jawline and that scared me so im lumping her into the room with all the people i think are pedos and rapists, she will feel totally ok about this and this wont effect her perception of herself, this wont enforce gender roles and make women having a complex about being feminine enough worse. women can be anything! except anything i think looks like a guy. so women can be feminine and nothing else :) but women can be anything i put in this super limiting box! i genuinely cannot imagine a world where this doesnt dramatically worsten sexual phisical and emotional violence against literally everyone.

and to say again. im not looking for quirky rebloggable snapbacks to each of my points i want you 2 put an equal ammount of effort as i did scrolling terflandia and writing all this up. so dont just call me a delusional tr-nny i want you to give me like. atleast a little substance here. something to chew and bite and pick apart

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i’m literally so happy/proud/turned on??!,!,

even though i’ve never read them and never will; yandere jungkook fanfic writers won and musta seen the future cause that mv had me feeling feelings ok !!! the fact that the whole “fun sexy summer” song was so dark? and obsessive and lovesick? him following homegirl all around town like a lovesick puppy who just wanted to show her love ??? pls jungkook. that was perfection. sexy. hot. fun. subversive. just so jungkook ugh. seeing him all grown up and debuting and having a female lead in his mv and serenading about love in his sexy goth emo main pop boy way is just.. his duality is insane and let me be like those delusional y/n fans right quick jshdjdh but the way he treats army. the knuckle tattoos, the “i need y’all to sleep”, the constant domestic live, the constant adoration and affection; you know any girl that gets him. is getting 100x that attention and adoration which just made the song feel so much more intimate and hot. because that lil starr eyed puppy really is that sickeningly sweet 🥹 ahhh i just loved everything about it. the promo, the mv, and everything to come

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my yandere jungkook fics got their seal of approval today 🫡

i see what you mean LMAO him reviving himself because she was at the funeral had me giggling like damn he really took “even death can’t do us part” way too seriously

the music video felt very much like jungkook, from outfits to story telling, the mingled comedic aspect and starry eyes. it was all so well produced, showcased both his vocal skills and taking him back to heir debut days when he’d rap too, it was so fun

i’m so glad that bts are more open about working with female artists/actors because like years ago they wouldn’t even mention if they did, so i’m glad that they’re comfortable enough to do that even though i’m sure the icky part of the fandom (probably a lot of solos) are gonna be gross about it. which like goes back into assuming sexuality and just making normal human interaction weird when it doesn’t need to be, but that’s a whole other thing

sexy emo goth boyfriend jungkook trying to serenade someone 🙏

not just any girl, whoever gets to date him 🚶‍♀️i know he’d be very attentive and just such a cutie. gonna have to live every day knowing it won’t be me 🙏

[youve-doomed-us-all-jerk]

ok after sleeping on it i think DAV is a good game, a fun game on its own, as a sequel to where the series was left previously i dont think it reaches great unfortunately, def is hard to separate it from the mythical perfect sequel that whether you try to or not ends up forming in your head after 10 yrs of waiting, even if you wanna be delusional about them working on it for all of those 10 yrs and ignore the multiple layoffs and restarts the game had to go through cuz corporate greed lmao

long as hell spoiler-ish ramblings:

gotta say i did genuinely like the combat system and wouldnt mind if they stuck with and refined it for any sequels (if we get any lmao🥴) helps that i wasnt super attached to the other 3 games combat, didnt dislike em didnt hate em either, but def enjoyed this one more they mentioned multiple times that they didnt wanna repeat of how little cory mattered to inky in inquisition and with this game id say they succeeded with solas and rook, def felt that relationship with rook which made me tricking him with my rogue and the fake dagger p satisfying for the finale, def gonna see what the other endings have in store did do a lil gasp when they actually answered the big question about where the blight comes from and im p satisfied with the answer, never would have seen it coming and felt great having dwarf lore take a front seat on that regard, especially since i was playing a dwarf lmao, still does kinda center elf lore though while making everyone elses feel a little second fiddle (like tevinter didnt have any gods apparently lmao, which i guess is alright since they enslaved the elves, still funny how they were still unwilling to touch andraste lore more on that later lmao)

also like i mentioned 3rd act was v cinematic and epic, the assigning everyone to roles was tuff as hell and gave me goosebumps, also helps define rook from just being "a guy" to the mortal who bested the dreadwolf

liked all the companions but, wouldnt say theyre frictionless, though lucanis seems to be in the thick of a lot of it (dav and lace warn/threaten him and emmerich treats him like a subject of study etc.) while taash and emmerich had a little problem that can get resolved p easily, but yeah theyre not frictionless but i think their a little less catty haha, some sexy drama wouldnt have been a problem of all the companions quests and development did think lace's was my fav, execution i think they could have pushed the idea a little harder, but the themes of being the "agreeable outsider" and learning to let the anger for your culture is valid was p good, i saw the vision and the sauce other quick thoughts on the others was, not sure what to make of lucanis other than family intrigue fun drama though, neve was v much batman coded lmao, davrin was every "i dont want to take care of a dog" dad who ends up taking care of the dog the most was sweet, felt emmerichs wholes "live forever or watch the next gen grow" probably will even more the older i get lmao, might need to replay it but bellaras whole thing connecting the memory and idea of her brother to how the memory and idea of cultures long lost is interesting but thought it was shaky considering one of the options was forget the culture all together lmao. think i mentioned b4 but yeah taashs was idk again dont have the unique relationship with multiple cultures and how the intersect with gender, seen one person say they werent a fan but thats just one, will say the qun has always had a weird space in DA and this is just another addition to that lmao, until we get a game that centers the protag and majority of the characters plot in the qun where we can see it redefined/upheld/broken/reformed by its multiple characters who reach different answers like they do with the maker stuff it might just always feel like the that scary veiled foreigner religion (though am interested in taashs story hinting at more to come for them so here we go again)

other stuff that i was meh about exploration def didnt hit like past games tbh, they said they didnt wanna do what they did with the hinterlands again but they may have streamlined too much, dont have the gamer knowledge to point out what it was but yeah wasnt too fun searching every nook n cranny for stuff, idk maybe felt like the puzzles were too few and side quests were to simple to encourage me too look around, still did though for loot ofc lmao yeah big 🤧for the fact so little of past games influence this one, i dont really want any cbm jangling keys cameos but id argue leaving your mark in previous games and seeing their outcomes in this one was a big part of the series identity, and even with the inquisition stuff felt like, why even ask which character other than solas did inky romance if it wasnt gonna be brought up at all lmao😂 another thing is just dropped plot points, like that the blight got pushed forward, but the fact we went to minrathous and didnt learn anything about the black divine? this one is a little weirder but they just dropped the mage/minority plot point, like tbh im a little softer on that one cuz its a bad allegory lmao like somehow the x-men one works this one doesnt lmao i genuinely couldnt see an answer for this plot point that isnt "veil come down now everyone has magic, cuz if everyones has a buke, no one is" cold war type shit lmao still it just disappearing definitely felt felt

also hero of ferelden should have appeared for the "blight to end all blights" idk let up spend another hour in the CC and also thought they was looking for a cure for the calling??? i mean they didnt cure the calling by the end i dont think but still, update maybe? yrs r uh getting up there lmao still enjoyed myself a lot but yeah some swings and scope just wasnt wide enough to make the game super great so for now 7/10 hope we get a dlc, every other DA game got one so this one too bls🙏🏽

[wildestdreamsblog]

HI I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCHH! I recently discovered your blog and holy shit you're underrated 😭 As for the request, can we get a Cheating prompt (add a lil soft!dark too if you want) with dialogue prompt no. 7 with our favorite Bucky Barnes?

Take your time tho! SERIOUSLY! I saw your post about being drained and just know that no one and nothing should be pressuring you 💖

Why don’t you stay?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes, Cheating themes, Sexual themes, drama. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: Hi kind human! I’m so glad you like my stories, your kind words mean so much to me 🥺 work was just so stressful because it’s tax season and my work is getting piled up hehehskksksks. It’ll be like this until May. Thank you for caring!!! I hope you get the rest that you need, too! Thanks for the request and for celebrating with me. (Seriously you are amazing and your words touched me) You can see the masterlist of the celebration here

Your phone rang. You couldn’t see who was calling, but you knew it was him. The ringing of your phone did not stop, and you watched it ring. Watched it as a part of you died, and wanted nothing but to be free from this situation. He reached for your hand, and with great reluctance, you tore your eyes away from the offending device to look at the man who wanted you, even if the only thing he got was a part of you, never the whole of you. You could see in his eyes it wasn’t enough, you could see that he wanted more than the stolen time that you could give. It wasn’t the fact that you knew he wanted more, that he was just settling for what you could give. No, it was the fact that you knew in your heart that he deserved better.

James Barnes deserved the world.

You felt his huge hand squeezed yours, offering you some sort of comfort from the sin that was eating your soul away.

He deserved better.

“Do you need to take that?” He asked, he always asked even though he knew you would always answer. Bucky knew his place, he was not delusional. But sometimes, there were days when his mind went to a dream where you were his and only his.

Your smile didn’t reach your eyes. You took the call of your husband.

You knew you could not live like this, you knew it was unfair for him to live like this. You sweet and kind Bucky, the one who owned a part of you, deserved better. You could not keep doing this to him.

You decided to end it all. Your husband, the kindest man you had ever met, the one who always treated you good, deserved better than this. You could not, for the life of you, understood how you could do that to him. Was it lust? Was it complacency? Was it because you were together for years?

“There’s someone else, isn’t there?” Your husband’s calm voice resounded on the quietness of the house the two of you built together. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, you didn’t deserve to look at the eyes of the man who only loved you ever since the two of you were young, college students. He didn’t need your answer, your silence did that for you.

You waited for his anger, for his outburst, for him to hurl hurtful words to you. But he didn’t, and instead, he nodded. “Okay,” you heard him took a deep breath, “Okay. We can fix this,”

He wanted to fix this? With you? You looked up over your lashes, your tears brimming, but you refused for them to fall. You should not be the one crying. You hurt him. You broke his trust. You destroyed your marriage. You didn’t deserve to cry over something you so carelessly handled, over something you broke. And when he stood up and embraced you, you knew what to do.

“My husband found out,” you started. You looked down on your hands as you spoke, you missed the way he shut his eyes so hard as if he wanted this all to be a dream.

“Don’t,” he cut you off, walking closer to where you were standing so far from him. He caressed your cheek, his hold on your face so gentle, as if he was begging, as if he didn’t want to shatter the crumble of attention you had been giving him, “Don’t say what you’re going to say-“

“I’m sorry, Bucky, we have to end this-“

“No. No, no, no please,” he touched his forehead to yours, looking at your eyes, begging you to take pity on him, “I can settle, my love. I can settle o-on seeing you once a week. I-if you want, I can even settle on seeing you twice a month! Just please-“ his tears streamed down his face, his tears touching your cheek the way he ran his lips on your cheek on the nights he whispered his forbidden love on you, on the nights you couldn’t hear him professed his feelings. This was more than lust to him. You were more than that to him.

You hand gripped his, trying to make him let go. “Bucky, don’t do this, please. You deserved better than this. You’ll find someone else, someone who’s wholly yours. I’m not the one for you,” you said so slowly, as if you didn’t want this to end. As if you wanted to stay in his embrace forever, but you couldn’t.

He looked long and hard at you, his tears ceasing. He took you in, he looked at you as if it was finally making sense, as if everything was dawning down on him.

“I’ve given you my best, why does he get the best of you?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll leave now-“

“No. Don’t you think we deserve a better goodbye than this?” He stepped closer to you, his words seducing you, his eyes convincing you, “Don’t go…spend the night with me. One last time,”

And before you could answer, his lips were on you. His tongue delving in you, reminding you of the nights you spent with him. You told yourself that this would be the last, that this was the farewell this love affair deserved. But to him, this would not be the end. Your husband would not accept you if he found out the child you would be carrying was not his, right?

It would be Bucky’s. He couldn’t lose you. He refused to lose you.

[herherteartear]

bonus | five and a half

a/n— a lil more context to yesterday's chapter, pls lmk ur thoughts!! <3 and yes this is very latee😭 pls ignore any mistakes, just wanted to post this asap lmaoo enojyy🤍!!!

word count— i don't mf know

they were really nice. like, oddly nice? you knew Nari told the Bangtan boys to be on their best behavior but that’s exactly what they were doing. you almost began to feel bad for coming into the night thinking the worst of them. well, almost.

they held out for a total of 17 minutes before Namjoon decided to shoot his shot. he stalked up to you, striking up a conversation where he pulled out his best compliments and light hearted jokes. while everyone else watched Namjoon make a fool of himself, Jungkook observed your reactions. you scowled at one particular compliment Namjoon spouted that would usually seal the deal.

Jin let out a belly laugh once Namjoon sulked away from you. Jimin held back his own laugh as he wrapped his arm over Namjoon's shoulders.

"hey, it's okay, Joon. think about all the other girls you could have. one loss is nothing!" you rolled your eyes at Jimin's attempt to console his friend. Namjoon instantly perked up. his mind reeling with which girl he could hit up with a text to end his night happily. classic fuckboys, you thought sourly.

the rest of the boys took to treating you like they treated Nari. which made your night a lot more enjoyable. they were decent people when they weren't thinking of who to fuck next, but you kept repeating your promise to Nari in your head to remind yourself to play nice. the boys kept you occupied with their incessant rambling of their crazy antics.

"it's bullshit! we stapled our logo to my bare ass and where's the footage?" Taehyung raged. he paused for dramatic effect before throwing his hands in the air. "uh, not in the movie, if that's what you were wondering!" he huffed. you laughed along with everyone else. the feeling of being watched came back, as it had been lingering on you the whole night; you turned your head to meet eyes with the pink haired boy. Jungkook took this opportunity to walk towards you.

the whole night, you made it a point to avoid Jungkook in particular. why? well, he was everything you liked in a guy, from the bright, tussled hair to his wide, starry eyes. and that scared you shitless. you gathered your courage as he approached you.

"if Tae gets anymore angry, Yoongi's going to start threatening him with firing him. you wanna dip before that happens?" Jungkook lowered his head to speak into your ear. his hand naturally found it's home on your hip. you inhaled a deep breath as chills ran through your body.

"no, i'm good. Nari's been wanting to tell me something so i should probably go to her." you lied. you felt his snort of laughter on your neck right as Jungkook pulled away. he turned to look at Nari and Hoseok lost in each other's mouths against a wall that they thought was hidden.

"looks like she's a little busy. c'mon, we can be busy too." Jungkook slipped his hand into yours and tugged you towards the backyard. you continued your chant in your head, only this one wasn't your promise to Nari. no, this one was your promise to yourself. all fuckboy's are the same.

Jungkook was used to things like this. he was used to picking a girl that caught his attention and sticking with her until he got what he wanted. he knew what to say and what to do in order to get a girl on her knees for him. he knew how to play the game. his playing field switched up after he witnessed the way you detested Namjoon's flirting. Jungkook realize his normal game plan wouldn't work on you. and he found himself fascinated by that.

yet, with that in mind, Jungkook didn't want to charm you into sleeping with him. no, he wanted to see your pretty, glossy smile grace your face as you talked to him about whatever the fuck you were thinking; he wanted to show off for you; and yes, he did want to see you in a much more dirty setting. but that wasn't at the top of his list, surprisingly. and that's how he found himself sitting on the grass, both of your hands still clasped together.

"you don't talk much." Jungkook noted. you wanted to laugh because you knew that was far from who you were. but you were deep in thought about why his hands were so soft? what lotion did he use to keep them that way? and why is he playing with your fingers? did he not know your heart was racing and you wanted to vomit?

"i do.. when i want to." you replied after what felt like lightyears. you took a beat. "when i'm with people i like." you teased, although you hoped he would take it as more of a warning. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head cutely.

"that— that can't be right." he faked being in deep thought.

"why not?" you fired back. mindlessly, your fingers began to trace the tattoo's on his knuckles.

"because i'm perfect? i'm funny, i'm handsome, i've got tattoos? i've got it all." Jungkook puffed out his chest proudly. you scoffed and threw his hand off of your lap.

"oh, please." he laughed at your repulse. he grabbed your hand once more, but this time to pull you onto his lap. "what are you doing?" you tried to get off, but he trapped you with his arms and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"i like coming out here at night. the stars look pretty." he completely ignored your question. god, this boy was something else. he had no regard for what his actions did to you. you huffed out a sigh. right as you opened your mouth to question him again, Jungkook said, "just, look up.. for a little." he nudged your chin upwards with his fingers.

they were really pretty. the backyard of the Bangtan boy's house had a perfect view of the stars, the landscape of Seoul. a small smile formed on your face. the stars looked awfully similar to Jungkook's eyes.

"do you come out here often?" you wondered out loud. ew, what the fuck? you sound interested in him. you brought your lip in-between your teeth to prevent you from slipping up again.

"only when i want to think." Jungkook admitted. he blushed, knowing not many people knew that about him. he lowered his vision to see what your face looked like under the moon's light. "i didn't think it was possible you could look any prettier." he mumbled. your heart jumped to your throat. stop. he probably says that to every girl he tries to use. all fuckboy's are the same.

"yeah, okay. how many girls has that worked on?" you laughed dryly. before Jungkook could reply, you were lifting yourself off of his lap. "i'm going back inside." you stated. you needed to get away from him. you should have avoided him better. now your poor heart was gaining delusional feelings for a certain pink haired boy. but never would you admit that to anyone. never ever.

Jungkook's arms felt a lot colder without you in them. he jumped to his feet and pulled you close to him by your hips. you squeaked out a noise of surprise as you found yourself so close to him so suddenly. your noses brushed against each other and you stared at each other. you dared to glance down at his shining lips.

"haven't used it on any other girl. no one's as pretty as you." Jungkook answered. he jutted his chin forward slightly, hoping to catch you in a quick kiss. but no. you weren't giving in that easily. you pulled away from him.

"hm. good luck with those lines, Kookie. maybe one day they'll work." you teased him with a smirk. Jungkook watched as you walked back into the house. he laughed out loud. no girl had ever made him feel as sexually frustrated as he was endeared.

that night you kept your promise to Nari very nicely. and it was all because Jungkook forced a moment of weakness out of you. you let your guard down for him. and maybe you let it down too much. because you left that night wishing your promise to yourself would somehow break itself. all fuckboy's are the same.. but maybe Jungkook was different. were you ready for that?

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[wh6res]

johnny — part of the my bloody valentine collection.

prompt. the closer you are to your soulmate, the warmer you feel. the farther you are, the colder.

synopsis. johnny had always preferred you in winter clothes, anyway. you can say it makes his job a lot easier.

warnings. tread cautiously. smut, swearing, mentions of drugs, mentions of smoking, mentions of stalking, violence, implied kidnapping near the end, johnny's a lil delusional, implied slutshaming

disclaimer. a friendly reminder that i do not, under any circumstance, condone or support any acts like this. this is not love and this is not how a normal relationship should be like. the things i write are all fiction and should be treated as such and if you don’t like it, please do not read it and waste your time hating on it. the 9 members of nct 127 do not act like this in real life and shouldn’t act like this in real life.

inspired by red.

in a world where finding one’s soulmate is a big hot and cold game, having sex for the heck of it proves to be a challenge. who’d be willing to take off their clothes when you literally feel negative degrees because your soulmate lives on the other side of the world?

but it’s weird, really. some people don’t have their soulmates living in another country. some people lucked out and have their soulmate living just across the street, or next to their house, and probably didn’t need all those winter clothes that other people wear.

johnny had eventually developed an unspoken rule to only get with the ones who are bundled up in their ‘lil jackets and parkas, running the other way from people who show more skin. he isn’t a masochist, why’d he want to spend time with someone who’s close to meeting their soulmate?

it hadn’t been two years when johnny met you in the brick alleyway of a local bar near the university, in the shortest, skimpiest outfit he’s ever seen. he tried to stop himself, oh, he truly did, but your cat-like grace and alluring eyes threw him off his game completely. one bottle of cheap beer led to another, exchanging whispers led to kissing, and kissing led to… well, in your mattress.

sure, the springs digging against his back as you rode him like a fucking horse hurt but it has a charm to it. with the pain and pleasure mixing into something so blinding that it was the best sex he’s had for years.

it was only after he'd cummed for the 5th time with you that night and had called it a day, did he realize that you haven’t met your soulmate nor were you feeling any closer to meeting ‘the one’ despite not wearing a jacket in the least.

you don’t know the relief that surged through johnny’s veins when you said…

“what? soulmate? i haven’t met them yet. wait a minute—you thought because of what i’m wearing, my soulmate’s close?” johnny felt a little stupid as you laughed, tugging the bedsheets higher up against your chest. “people i fucked always ask me that but nah, nothing can stop me from wanting to wear something that makes me feel confident.”

there’s something about you that johnny suh cannot pinpoint. it was that annoying feeling of having the words at the tip of your tongue yet being unable to say them. maybe it was the way you talked? the way you acted? or just the charisma you seem to exude so effortlessly? johnny would rather die than admit to anyone that you got him wrapped around your pretty little nimble fingers with just the bat of an eyelash.

he felt like utter shit for literally walking out on you as abruptly as he did (screw drunk taeyong for getting into bar fights again) but at least you guys exchanged numbers and talked about all that needed to be talked about.

when johnny went out that night to try out local bars outside the uni, he never thought he'd be coming back home, sober and satiated, with a new booty call.

the arrangement went on a few more times. and by few, johnny meant a hefty few, considering you saw each other more than his ten fingers can count and had always alternated between his place and yours. although due to taeyong being a constant nuisance (“i’m not just going to fucking move my gaming nights just so you can get your dick bounced, suh!”) he was always at your place, instead.

not that either of you minded. johnny had to sneak in and out of the university because you lived off the campus grounds but it’s well worth it. anyone will do anything for a taste of heaven, right?

not that you were an angel by any means but johnny discovers your moans turn whinier when he addresses you as such. it makes his cock throb with want, hearing you lose yourself underneath or on top of him as he used you to get off.

“isn’t that right, angel? come on tell me how much you love me fucking you. this is what you live for isn’t it?” johnny hisses, leaning forward, his chest touching your back as he railed you from behind.

you were way too lost in the pleasure to even answer him properly. you just felt so full, the slight curve of his cock aiding him to hit all the right places whenever he ruts his hips forward. he doesn’t even need to use his hands on you and johnny revels at how amazingly responsive you are.

all he can hear is you and boy was it enough to get him off. from your moans, to the clapping, to the lewd squelching sounds, to the springs of the mattress poking your front. everything is leading up to that moment you’re both chasing, that searing pleasure of climaxing.

when he feels you getting closer, he flips you onto your back, wanting to see your face twisted in sheer ecstasy when he makes you cum.

“johnny!” you scream when he hauls your legs over his shoulder, hitting impossibly deeper, grazing the walls of your cervix. “shit, shit, shit—i’m going to—”

he halts all movements.

the answering whine he got from you made him quickly wrap a hand around your throat, the other gripping your hips so hard you just know it’ll leave a nasty bruise the next morning. “you didn’t answer my question, sweetheart. go on—you live for my cock, don’t you?”

“johnny, come on—ah!” he cuts you off with a pointed look, the hard thrust rendering you speechless as he wraps his hand just a wee bit tighter around your neck.

“what did i say about whiny angels, hmm?” he leans down to your ear, puffing his hot breath with every word he spoke and drawing more beads of sweat on the side of your face. “go on, love, don’t be shy. i know you love my cock but i don’t tolerate you ignoring my questions.”

well, you’re fucked—figuratively—as you fail to remember whatever question he asked you only seconds ago.

you squeeze your eyes shut when he starts moving in the slowest pace possible, teasing you and making you work for it. as if your dilemma is written clear on your face, johnny coos, tilting his head. “what… is my angel having trouble?”

the surprised moan you let out when he gives another hard thrust sends shivers down his spine. he revels at your scrunched up face, both from the pleasure and wracking your brain frantically for whatever johnny wants because you sure as hell know that he’ll keep this pace up just to torture you.

“johnny,” you plead, nuzzling your face by his forearm propped beside your head. but one look at his face and you know he won’t drop it no matter how much you plead and beg for you to finish. “i didn’t—didn’t hear what you asked—”

“that’s just too bad, now, is it?” you squirm underneath him with one particular hard thrust, your head nearly hitting the wall behind the mattress.

“please… re—repeat the question? i promise i’ll do anything! you know i will! i’m—i’m your angel, right? i’ll do anything! just—”

“fuck the question,” he gasps, feeling you clenching around him as he gives in to the pleasure he wants to feel. screw pretenses. “that’s good enough.”

he started yet again his brutal pace, stopping only after you finished so he could pull out, ropes of his essence painting your naked stomach.

johnny doesn’t immediately slump next to you, reaching forward to the box of tissues lying on the floor next to the mattress so he can clean you up. he knows your heart flutters when he takes care of you after, that’s why he does it always, without fail. he can feel your hammering heart as he wiped away all of his sticky cum off your torso.

both of you are shivering underneath the thin blanket. with the nature of the soulmate rules plus the busted heater in your apartment, being naked as the day you were born is quite a bad idea unless you want to suffer from hypothermia.

“want a cig?”

johnny chuckles, putting an arm up to support his head. “you always ask me that and i’ll always say the same thing. i—”

“don’t smoke.” you finish his sentence, your giggle rings akin to that of a little girl as you click the lighter, angling your head so the cigarette butt will reach the small flame.

“those things’ll kill you,” johnny mumbles, eyeing a discolored portion of the ceiling.

you snort, tempted to blow the smoke directly to his face but you know what happened before—angry sex with johnny suh borders more on pain than pleasure… but masochists are made to love the pain, aren’t they?

johnny bolts upright in a coughing fit, the springs of the mattress groaning in agony with the sudden movement. only after he’s composed himself again after that small blast of smoke you blew towards him did he start glaring at you. yet his annoyance dissipates the moment he sees the eagerness and mischief swirling in your eyes.

“you’re gonna fucking pay for that.”

johnny doesn’t like thinking that he’s growing attached. what the heck is taeyong even saying? feelings make everything messy and the last thing johnny wants to do is mess up whatever the fuck you guys have—not friends, not lovers, just smack dab in the middle.

so why is he so affected by the sudden infrequency of your texts? you used to reply within seconds after johnny asks if he can come over, now it takes you hours and more often than not johnny has already taken care of the problem himself by the time you replied.

and your texting style has gradually started to change, as well. gone are the days you’d humor him when he gives poorly disguised sexual innuendos for the fun of it. when johnny does end up coming over, you’re still as noisy and whiny as a bitch in heat but… there’s something off with everything. 

with you.

johnny’s just concerned. can he not feel that way? concern doesn’t automatically equal to any romantic feelings whatsoever, right?

“are you okay?” he asks, never the type to beat around the bush with someone. he tries to force out a chuckle, afraid whatever he said sounded a tad too serious. “i mean, i don’t know. is there something wrong—”

“i met him.”

“who?”

one look in your eyes and johnny knew you were pertaining to your soulmate.

he dashes over to you in a heartbeat, running his hands down your arms but before he can even reach your hands, you’ve hissed and pushed him away. “you’re hands are freezing, johnny!”

it was only a moment, seconds of touching you yet he can feel you weren’t as cold as you used to and it only meant one thing.

johnny’s smart enough to know he wasn’t your soulmate because if it was, you would’ve gotten warmer from the day you two met—but no, you were as cold as him, and had excused fucking each other as a means of sharing body heat. but even if that was the case, you both have made the agreement to still see or fuck around each other even after meeting your own respective soulmates.

jesus christ, you were the one who brought the issue up! and now… now what’s this bullshit he’s hearing from you?

“i can’t—can’t do this anymore, john,” you say firmly as you stand across the room, far away from him. hugging yourself as if you were the one breaking and not johnny. “we’d be hurting other people—”

“but you said—”

“i know what i said,” you snap, piercing eyes heatedly finding his. “i was stupid back then, i thought i can keep this up but—the guilt, johnny. you don’t know how guilty i fucking feel!”

“guilty?” he asks incredulously, taken aback of the implications of that one word.

you being guilty meant you’ve already met and have probably spent a reasonable amount of time with your soulmate (so that’s what you’ve been doing for the duration of you not talking to him). you being guilty meant you’re not exactly the proudest with whatever relationship you have with johnny and had probably kept your little midnight rendezvous with him a secret to your soulmate. you being guilty meant the sex you had only an hour ago was meant to be a goodbye of sorts, if the apologetic look you’re shooting him is anything to go by.

“look,” he’s never heard you sound so defeated before. “it was great, okay? the time i had with you, sex and aftercare and pillowtalk—all that shit. it was great but we both know it’s going to end eventua—”

“is the sex that good?”

“excuse me?”

“oh, i see,” johnny says condescendingly, a tone he’s never used when talking to you before but you’re leaving him with no choice. “he’s bigger, is that it? that has to be it. i wouldn’t put it past you, anyway—”

the slap you gave him only served to make his cock twitch under his sweatpants.

“leave.”

staring isn’t a crime. what can a pair of eyes do? it may be sharp like a knife and heavy like a gun in one’s hands but other than that can it physically do any harm? the answer’s simple—no, it fucking can’t. this is why johnny, for the life of him, can’t fathom as to why and what taeyong is so pressed about. johnny never thought him as a nagger, but his friend has transformed into an overgrown bat hovering behind his shoulders as if he’s some kid in need of monitoring.

“you call her a slut and now you’re being a stalker. wow, john, how utterly irresistible you’ve become.” taeyong looks so unfazed by johnny’s sharp eyes that the taller male’s fingers twitched in annoyance.

“i’m not stalking her!” he hisses under his breath, elbowing taeyong’s ribs only to curse when his bone hits the plethora of enamel pins stuck on his friend’s leather jacket. “and i didn’t call her a slut, either. get your facts straight.”

“but you implied it didn’t you?”

before johnny can even growl out a response, taeyong has quickly slipped into the bodies dancing in the middle of the bar.

so what if you were here? so what if this is the same bar you guys met? johnny’s not here for you. fuck, no. he’s here because this bar is closest to the uni and he isn’t in the mood to walk farther than a few blocks.

but no matter how much he claims otherwise, actions have always rang louder than words and johnny knows he’s creating a fool out of himself every time his eyes stray a little too far left and onto your figure, sitting next to a guy whose arm is wrapped around your waist like a vice.

but that’s not the interesting part—johnny wonders why your soulmate has another girl pressed up on his left.

oh, that’s your soulmate alright. judging by how you’d fan yourself fruitlessly with your hands, judging by how you’d cradle the glass filled with cheap beer and ice in hopes of the cold remedying your dried up palms.

but what sold you out? it’s how your eyes met his from way across the room. he knows you enough to see the apprehension and shock in your face only to quickly school it into indifference. the moment you glanced between him and that shitty soulmate of yours, he knows you’ll come crawling back into his arms—it’d only be a matter of time.

and not even hours later johnny’s phone rang and he stared down at your caller id with a sense of pride and sick entertainment rushing through his veins.

he knew he won, he just knew he did.

“and what does the angel need in such an hour?”

funny how you kicked him out of your apartment and now you’re ringing up his cell on the exact time you used to meet each other when you fucked around.

you’ve always been someone he can’t read, someone he can’t understand. may it be your logic, or your actions, or the words you say but it was all part of the appeal. a mystery johnny can’t help but want to unfold. when you called, the last thing he had ever expected was to hear you half-crying and half-moaning out his name like a mantra. he hears the sharp slick sounds and your shaky breath and knows exactly what you’ve been up to.

johnny isn’t a cruel person. it’d be mean of him to not give in when you had asked him so nicely.

“i’ll be there in five, angel.”

you wind back to each other for numerous times even after that night. you yourself always in the same predicament of being high as a fucking cloud, and johnny constantly getting flashbacks of the first few weeks he had with you.

but the way you treated each other has long passed the blurry lines of unspoken boundaries. you just felt so warm lying between his arms that he can’t help but tuck you in tighter, running fingers through your hair as you slept like a baby next to him and not on your soulmate’s bed.

johnny thought he’d won after you came back to him. how foolish of him to think that winning had something to do with this when it had everything to do with the small sparks of desire eating away at his insides—the desire to have you all for himself.

johnny scowls when you ask him to be quiet while in the middle of sex just because your soulmate called. johnny scowls when you refuse to meet up with him because you already have “plans” with your soulmate. johnny scowls when he smells a faint cologne that doesn’t belong to him on the whole of your apartment.

you yawn, subconsciously trying to shrug off johnny’s arms from your body in your sleep as you turned your back on him.

but want to know what johnny hates the most? what leaves a taste so bitter in his tongue that his whole day becomes a whole fucking mess? you trying to push him away… only to throw yourself back right into his arms.

how confusing can you be? how much more of the awful migraines will you let johnny endure? you’re driving him up the wall, pushing him to the edges of his sanity and the frustration only serves to add fuel to the fire.

what was so great about your soulmate that you can’t leave the bastard for good? johnny’s not stupid, he’s seen hickies countless of times to know that some purple marks on your skin are more than that—those weren’t hickies, they’re bruises. and god knows how much johnny hurts inside when you flinch away from him when all he wanted to do was pick away a fallen eyelash on your cheek.

he needed to save you, to snatch you away from the horrors of tartarus to worship you like a goddess again. and when he mulled everything over and over and over in his head, he only came up with one thing.

johnny perks up when he feels the phone vibrating on his lap, your caller id flashing in the dark room as he gamed on his pc. he eyes the phone in the corner of his eyes, contemplating the choices he will make. it’s not that he doesn’t know it’s wrong, but he needs you to wake the fuck up and you were taking too little too long for his taste.

his ringtone is deafening in the quiet room, he watches it vibrate against the table for a few more seconds until it stops. you have one missed phone call/, it says on his notifications.

the screen turns black.

he makes his move.

“what took you so long?” you whine, eyes red and seeing everything in a kaleidoscope as you stumble towards the door in a haste to get to johnny. you hear him strut through the door, shutting it close before hearing the soft pads of his shoes hitting the floor when he toes them off.

“i had to run errands, angel.”

with your hazy mind, you don’t detect the scratchiness of his voice. it’s as if he screamed his heart out until his own voice started to feel like knives against his throat every time he spoke. you were too high, too stoned, that you thought he sounded like melted chocolate, the drugs fucking up your whole system.

you giggle, folding in on yourself as you slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall with your knees tucked under your chin. “what kind of errands?”

“want me to show you?”

you were giggling when you signed your death wish. “yes, please!”

when he leans down, you didn’t smell the metallic scent that seemed to cling onto his clothes, didn’t see the splotches of red that ruined his favorite white shirt, didn’t taste his inhumanity when he leaned down to capture your lips into a heated kiss.

everything is under a thick layer of guise when you look down high up from cloud nine. but if only your feet had been anchored to the ground, maybe you would’ve seen everything as it was—would’ve seen the bat as it comes swinging down the back of your head after he’d pulled away. not enough to kill, just enough to knock you out. the clock starts from there.

johnny needed to be efficient, quick on his feet, as he incapacitated you with enough cable ties and darted around your apartment to shove everything in his duffel bag.

he mumbles to himself as he slots you inside the modest clothes he bought—he’s seen your closet enough to know that there wasn’t enough clothes that can keep you warm, so instead, he made you wear his own.

“this isn’t my fault,” johnny says under his breath as if trying to convince himself. “she forced my hand. forced me to do it. this is her fault.”

with all your big talk of able to withstand the coldness from when you had yet to meet your soulmate, he knew you won’t be able to handle the freezing heights brought by the temperature now that he left your soulmate to rot in a ditch.

this isn’t my fault. this isn’t my fault. this isn’t my fault.

[tacobacoyeet]

done | s.b. x reader

a/n: heheheh have fun crying. once again, a special thanks to @randomoutsiders and @fathermarty for being my test-readers :)

warnings: angst, mentions of sex but no smut, mentions of alcohol, sirius black x reader, a touch of dorcas meadowes x reader, profanity, tear-inducing pain, sirius black being an ass, mentions of murder

She didn’t know it was going to happen. She dreaded it, for sure, but she never thought Sirius Black would say those words to her. She never thought he would be gone.

“It’s over, y/n. I’m done with you.”

The words ricocheted around her brain like a bullet. As much as she wanted him to feel the same pain as her, she didn’t let it happen. Lily and Marlene’s constant anger did nothing but make her wonder if he was doing okay. He could break her heart over and over again, and she would still crawl back to him like a newborn baby. She didn’t know any better.

Sirius wasn’t getting off lucky either. The bruise on his cheek was finally starting to heal after Remus made it very clear that Sirius messed up. And James, despite being the lad’s best friend, spared no expense when making sure that the boy who hurt his first ever friend got what he deserved.

“y/n, you have to leave your room eventually. You haven’t even been eating. It’s not healthy, dove. I want you to be okay.” James visited y/n’s dorm every day to try to coax her out but nothing ever worked- until about week later, when Marlene, Remus, James and Lily had had enough.

“y/n, get your ass up,” Lily’s fiery personality came in handy quite a bit, but y/n wanted nothing more than for her to go away, at that point. “There’s a Ravenclaw party tonight and you know they always have the best liquor so we’re going and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Is Sirius going to be there?” y/n was already going to say no, whether he would be there or not, but she wanted to know if he was moving on or not. Obviously, she did something wrong, or so she thought, for him to break up with her so brutally and abruptly, so she wanted to know if he was doing okay. As much as she shouldn’t have, she still cared, despite the pain it was causing her.

“That’s irrelevant, love. You’re going. I still haven’t treated you to a drink as promised after you did my Astronomy essay last week, so come on. No better time than now.” James knew his friend better than anyone else. After growing up next door to each other for almost 17 years, he knew exactly what type of person y/n was: the kind that cared too much. He knew that Sirius would be there most likely with another girl, and he didn’t want y/n to know because that would only push her farther down into the pits of despair. 

“But I don’t want t-”

“You’re going. That’s final. Freshen up, we’re going in an hour.” With Remus finally silencing y/n’s protests, Lily and Marlene, much to y/n’s chagrin, dragged her out of bed and shoved her in the shower. 

“Don’t take to long in there, baby! Lils and I need time to do your makeup!” Marlene took y/n’s phlegm-filled groan as a positive response, and within an hour, the group of five was partying like it was the last night of their lives up in Ravenclaw Tower. Well, at least four of them were. 

y/n sat at the bar, nursing a large glass of liquid courage. As she watched her ex-boyfriend make out with some girl much more gorgeous than her, she grew angry. And then, she snapped. 

Within a split-second, y/n had Dorcas Meadowes up against the wall, lips locked like the only air left in the world was shared between the two of them. It was quite a coincidence that they happened to be directly in a certain dog’s line of vision.

“What the hell, y/n?” Sirius’s voice echoed across the room as the music stopped so people could witness the drama. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He made his way across the crowded room, seas of people moving out of the way as he passed by. 

y/n could not be bothered to stop and Dorcas hadn’t had this much fun in so long, so they paid no mind to what was happening until they had to. Sirius roughly grabbed y/n by the shoulder, spinning her around to meet his eyes.

“What do you want, Black?” Her tone was cold as she looked dead in his eyes and saw nothing but fire. Fire that shouldn’t be there. 

“I should be asking what you are doing. Last I checked, you have no right to be interrupting me.”

“But y/n, you don’t know what you’re doing! I’m trying to help yo-”

“No, Sirius. You aren’t helping me. You’re jealous. I’m sorry that you feel that way, but you need to back off. I have done nothing but care for you since the day we met. You were my first love, my first kiss, for fuck’s sake I gave you my virginity! But you threw all of that away with no explanation, and I don’t even want to hear it anymore. I’m done, Sirius. Get that through your head.”

Tears streamed unwillingly down y/n’s cheeks as she lowly began to tear Sirius apart. She owed him nothing, and he needed to know that. She wasn’t his toy anymore. As she spoke, she watched Sirius’s face grow angrier and angrier.

“You know what? Fine. You’re nothing but a selfish, ugly bitch. I never loved you anyway. You were so dependent on me, for what? I didn’t have to give you anything but I did because you needed my help. Anyone could see that you were delusional. And the sex was okay at best.” 

Sirius spewed lies from his mouth. He didn’t even know why. Nothing he was saying was true. y/n was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he was quickly burning ever last sliver of a chance that he may have had at possibly rebuilding their relationship. He watched as her tears dried and her eyes turned cold.

“Goodbye, Sirius.” Those were the last words he heard from the love of his life as she swift grabbed Dorcas’s hand and made her way out of the Ravenclaw commons. 

That was the last time Sirius saw her alive. Not even a week later, y/n’s body was found deep within the Forbidden Forest, only a trace of her attacker left behind. This was the start of a war that would continue for ages, until Sirius finally stopped losing people- until he, himself was lost. Until he found out that Voldemort was more than just a silly word.

[jawllines]

Sorry to be annoying but I asked awhile ago and I think tumblr ate my ask but did you ever do tattoo Harry blurb? I love them and I miss them:( I’ve looked through your tags and there isn’t any on there if you have posted one

I CAN POST ONE I WROTE A WHILE AGO RIGHT NOW :D I DONT THINK I POSTED HERE BUT LET ME KNOW HERE YOU GO PET 

i.

“Baby -- baby, c’mon!”

It was rare that Harry ever woke Y/N with more than kisses and cuddles. Maybe an abrupt shoulder shake if the both of them slept through their alarms (and, considering that they are the only ones with the key to open up their own respective stores, they never typically arrived late facing happy employees -- or in Y/N’s case, employee -- Niall, in particular, was always more of a grump in that situation than Riktor even), but even that still managed to be tender, and soft. He always treated her so delicately, as if she were made up of porcelain in the morning and it was imperative to speak in a low, soothing voice with careful touches or she might shatter. And she really didn’t think it was because she was an absolute terror to wake up -- Y/N did quite well, even as early as 5 AM she was still in somewhat of a pleasant mood, certainly nothing to be fearful of -- she thinks he’s just gentle in the morning. He’s gentle all the time, but for some reason or another, he’s extra soft with her then.

They had both had a bit of a busy day, so by the time that they made it back to Y/N’s flat (Harry said he liked it there best because it smelled like her, and -- well, he softens her up and calls her Darling when he wants them to go over there, so it’s hard to say no), both of them were ready for bed. Neither of them could barely keep their eyes open as they scarfed down the burgers they’d picked up on the way home, and once they’d finished and brushed their teeth, they toppled into each other on the mattress. Y/N would reckon they both fell asleep before their heads had even hit the pillow -- she doesn’t even remember crawling beneath the blankets.

Apparently she had though, because now as her brain tunes in with the world around her and she realizes that the distorted voice that had begun to prod her dreams was actually a grumpy, dry throat Harry, she’s cuddling herself closer in the covers. This only makes him grumble at her more, “You’re such a blanket hog,” he whines and Y/N finally blinks her eyes open, being greeted with Harry’s disgruntled, pouted face illuminated by the sunlight beginning to slip through the blinds, “I’ve been trying to unravel it for like ten minutes, but you’re all wrapped up! I’m cold.”

Y/N smiles sleepily at him, not understanding the gravity of the situation entirely as she begins to un-burrito herself from the covers, “G’morning, beautiful,” she murmurs as she does so, finally disentangling from the blankets and while she was a little less warm, Harry was quick to wiggle in beneath them, “Sorry.”

“Don’ be sweet when m’tryin’ to be angry with you,” she puckers her lips at him dramatically, and though he sighs, he leans in and presses their mouths together softly, “Your kisses aren’t g’na sweeten me up, m’still grumpy, blanket hog.”

She can only hum as she cuddles closer to him, “Sorry,” she repeated, this time adding, “Like to swaddle myself like a lil’ baby. Reckon you weren’t holdin’ me well enough last night.”

An offended gasp leaves through his lips soundly, enough that it startles her, but his arms worm around her waist and draw her closer to his body, “Brat,” he grumbled, dipping his nose into her throat, “I held you so well and you just wiggled right out of my arms and took all the covers with you.”

“Like a worm -- I wiggled out like a worm or somethin’,” she tried to sit up but his arms tightened around her, “This worm has to pee though and she’ll soak the bed if she isn’t allowed.”

His arm loosens around her, “This worm sounds like she’s a sleepy sort of delusional that requires about two hours more of rest.”

Y/N stumbles toward the bathroom in her room, “Noooooooo,” she whines, frowning at nobody, not bothering to swing the door shut before she plops on the cold toilet seat to relieve herself, “We’re supposed to go get hot chocolate, no more sleep.”

“Baby, it’s 6 AM and I’ve been up the last 30 minutes freezing my bits off!” He calls back to her and she giggles some, her eyes trying to accommodate to the bright white lights of the bathroom, “Sleep just a bit more and we’ll get the hot chocolate when we wake up next.”

She waits until she flushes and washes her hands to respond to him, and though she knows that she is definitely going to crawl back in bed and fall asleep, she stands at the foot of it with her hands in fists at her hips. He had let his eyes flutter closed by then but she thinks he could feel her eyeballing him, so he looks up past the mountain of blankets now covering him so she could only see his eyes and his nose, “What’re you doing?”

“You’re telling me, you don’t wanna go at 6 AM, three hours before the kiosk even opens to get hot chocolate with me? You must really hate me, don’t you?”

He huffs a sharp breath through his nose which is how he usually laughs in the morning, when he can’t muster up the strength to have a proper giggle, “Absolutely loathe you, baby doll, but could you please come back to bed so I can loathe you in the warmth?”

It takes little persuading -- as she said, she knew she was just going to crawl right back in beside him -- and instead of relying too heavily on the blankets to provide her warmth (like wrapping up half of it around her so she was cocooned entirely. . .this is what she normally does, and she would say that’s probably why Harry almost never has any of the covers in the morning), she relies on him. Picks up his arm so that she can fit herself underneath it and lies her cheek on his chest, “Your pits better not be smelly.”

“I make no promises.”

.                             .                         .

“I love your hair.”

“Stop it, Sweetheart, I’m g’na start blushing.”

They had slept for four more hours rather than the two Harry had originally suggested, but that always happens with them. Y/N would say that they are just too content cuddled up with one another that they milk it for all it’s worth. If one of them wakes up before the other, then they just settle their head back down and close their eyes again. Unless they had somewhere to be, of course, but Harry had a free Saturday (no clients schedule, even though Saturday’s could often be some of his heaviest days) and he’d elected to spend it with her -- whether they were awake or asleep didn’t much mater, they just liked to be near each other.

When they finally did wake up, they lazily got dressed into about thirty layers so they wouldn’t freeze outside. The weather had grown frigid quite quickly this November, and neither of them stood the cold very well, but there was a park lined with little pop-up kiosks with hot chocolate, sweets, little holiday goodies, and an obscene amount of knitted blankets (it was a clever marketing tactic, Y/N thought -- everyone is more willing to spend money on a blanket when they’re freezing cold - she and Harry had certainly fallen for it today). Y/N bought them shoe warmers to keep their toes at least not numb, and Harry lets her borrow a pair of his gloves because she keeps forgetting to buy some of her own. They both have hats fitted over their heads too, and since Harry’s let his hair grow out, his curls stick out from beneath the pumpkin orange print and Y/N can’t stop staring at it. She’s always loved his hair, she told him as much one of the first nights they’d sat on her bookstore’s floor and talked about just a bit of everything. Back when she barely realized she had a crush on him. . . .when she didn’t know that in just a little time, she would be over the moon.

And she’ll never forget that people used to make him feel like shit about his hair, so she maybe overcompensates by telling him every time she has thought about loving it. Which means today, in the span of a short three hours they’d been awake, Y/N had complimented his hair about twenty different times. If she was running her fingers through it, fixing his beanie, or just staring at him, she let him know just how much she adored his curls.

“I hate to tell you this, Button, but your cheeks are already red as apples,” she shifted the paper cup of hot chocolate from her hand closest to him to the other, so she could reach up and tuck them behind his ear, that had reddened from the cold, “The air has you more bashful than I ever could.”

“Not true,” he murmurs, lowering his voice as he knocks closer to her ear, “I always blush when you go down on me.”

“God,” Y/N shakes her head, “You’re too much, d’ya know that?”

He laughs, nudging her with the cold tip of his nose, “You want the peppermint bark? We’re coming up on the seller.”

“Of course, I want peppermint bark,” she reaches for her wallet, “I’m stocking us up for the next hundred years or so.”

Harry slows for a moment, sliding his gloved hand into her own and squeezing, “Hey,” he begins, his voice soft, somewhat reflective and it brings her attention to him at her side, “Y’know when -- you remember how you said you just get random flushes of love for me and s’a whole lot and you just don’t know what to do with it?”

Y/N nods, “Yeah, like every waking minute practically. Why?”

He smiles shyly, “I’m having one of those moments.”

“For the peppermint bark?” She teases, but his brows furrow and he swats her shoulder playfully, “Hey!”

“I’m trying to be sweet on you, and you’re still going on about this bloody chocolate,” he rubs the arm that he swats, even though Y/N has so many layers on plus the blanket that she bought wrapped around her, that he made no real contact with her body.

Y/N pulls him in for a hug, narrowly avoiding a child running past them as she does so, “Oh, you know m’only kidding. I love you too, Bug, more than words can describe and ten times more than the chocolate I reckon. . .well, unless it’s made really well this year.”

“I’ll leave you here, blanket hog.”

[cinnamonest]

I see you mention writting for kakashi?👀 what kind of yandere do you think he'd be? Love all your writting byw! Thank you for the brain rot💖💖💖

Ty ty :3 I'm glad you enjoy!!

God I love Kakashi bc he's been in my life for... like 2/3 of my life now? The first characters I ever remember being attracted to were Kakashi, Inuyasha, and Zuko lol. I was like 6/7 years old for all of them. Kakashi absolutely gave birth to my sensei/mentor figure kink lmao. I'll probably write a profile for him eventually but have some HCs in the meantime!!

- It would depend a bit on reader-chan tbh. Like, if he's in a position of authority over you, he's gonna kinda feel guilty and struggle with that a lot. Me inserting my teacher kink ngl but I feel like he would kiiiinda have a guilty pleasure for it, gets off a bit to the power he has over you. (Obvs adult reader-chan, but an authority nonetheless).

- Definitely a guilty yandere. He's just lucid enough to feel like what he's doing is wrong, to know there's something wrong with him, and it eats at him at first, but it's just too good. You're just too good, he wants you too bad, and he ultimately consciously chooses the selfish desire over the voice in his head telling him he's doing something wrong. Again, he'd feel guilty, it would really bother him, and it would tear him apart if he ever kills for you or feels like he's forcing you, but it's just not enough to stop him.

- He would be protective as all hell. He's not a super delusional type but I can see him vastly overestimating the threats to y/n. Ooooh and it gets so much worse is y/n is ever in actual danger. Remember how protective he was of team 7 back in the OG series whenever they were in real danger? He's just - he would be like a guard dog tbh. If you get annoyed or creeped out by it, he will stop... visibly. He'll just be more secretive about it, and trust me, if he doesn't want you to detect his presence, he'll do a damn good job of making sure you have no idea he's there. He's patient and has a lot of restraint, and would hold back for a long time, content with stalking, fantasizing, and keeping you isolated from other people. It would probably take some kind of significant event, something where you were almost badly hurt or even killed, or someone threatening you, or perhaps some guy persistently chasing after you, for him to finally snap, delusion-style, and become convinced that you need him to take you away, that he needs you to be safe, you need HIM to keep you safe.

- It's not that he wants to be overbearing, it's just... he's lost so much. He's on the paranoid side of delusion, he just doesn't want anything to hurt you, he can't take that anymore. The man has lost so many things in his life and has suffered psychologically because of it. He generally would keep people kinda distant to begin with, so if you earn a place in his affection he's going to be insanely protective. Rejection wise, interestingly, he just kinda... ignores it. In one ear, out the other. He's one who can convince himself that you'll come around, even if it takes a lot of self-convincing, as he's not super delusional enough to automatically believe it. He'll likely just correct you, tell you no, he's just a guardian figure for you, nothing more.... for now.

- He can summon a pretty intimidating presence when he tries to, and he clearly has a ferocity deep down when he needs it. Enough to drive off people - and that's how he'd utilize it, he'd be one of the ones that very quietly and subtly, slowly scares off any perceived competition. He's not blatantly aggressive - no, he'd be very subtle as he goes about getting rid of people that he sees as being in his way. You won't know it's him, he won't be aggressive towards anyone in front of you -- when you're there, he smiles and nods and treats your friends very well. Hell, they probably won't even know who's behind it, they'll receive subtle warning signs, likely written things, with clear threats to back off. He's smarter than to directly confront them, and have them know who he is. He can eliminate them without needing to do it personally. He's not entirely above killing, but it would be a last resort.

- What's really difficult about him is that, even in a snapped, delusional state, he maintains his demeanor, the bored-sounding, laid back, low energy, and very competent, serious guy he usually comes across as. That's what ultimately will break your own mind -- usually, delusional yanderes are fairly obvious. It's clear they're out of their mind, their facial expressions and nearly hysterical mannerisms make it clear they're crazy and give you at least the reassurance that you're in the right and that they've lost it, that you need to be saved from them, not the world. With Kakashi... you feel like you're the crazy one. After all, he maintains that same demeanor he always has, he doesn't look, sound, or seem crazy or delusional in any way. He just sounds exasperated when you panic, like you're being ridiculous, as if you're a whiny brat and he's just... tolerating your tantrum. He says everything so calmly, in such a matter-of-fact manner, you can't help but feel like... maybe he's right. Maybe everyone was really out to get you. Maybe you really were too naive to see it. Maybe he really is just looking out for you, and maybe you really are being horribly ungrateful. Maybe you're crazy and he's perfectly sane, and once you start to believe that, he'll feed that idea until you're too afraid to leave even if he let you.

- Sex wise, I feel like he'd actually be very sweet and loving about it all, definitely a passionate kind of lover. As time goes on and he gets more comfortable, though, he gets into anything that gives a sense of control and possession. People who are into bondage on the giving end often like having a sense of control, of stability, and it puts them at ease, and he's no different. He likes the feeling of knowing you can't move, even if you try, of having complete and total dominance over you. Would definitely get into shibari -- not only does it contribute to the control factor, but he likes the aesthetic beauty of it all, seeing the bright red rope in contrast against your skin.

- Possession ties into marking kink -- bites, hickeys, scratches, he just wants to see evidence of him on you. It's reassuring, even. Edging as well, he likes feeling like he controls not only your environment, but your very body itself. He can get rough if he's in a certain mood, particularly stressed out from his responsibilities, and would probably very much be a brat-tamer as well, so don't piss him off... Unless, you know, you *want* him to get a lil rough with you.