#I swear Victor is still clothed

[victorluvsalice]

Smiler, fortunately, was able to calm Victor down with both words -- and lips. XD Yeah, after getting Victor to chill out, I realized that a) it had been a while since I’d tried the “Bed Makeout” from Cute Romance and b) I’d also never tried it with Victor and Smiler. So after al little preliminary flirting, they adjourned to the bed for some soothing heavy smooching. :p (Yes, Victor is still wearing his boxers! XD) Smiler then headed downstairs to watch a little more TV, while Victor ended up lighting the sacred candles again to keep away the fear from the spooky house noises. Hey, he’s got plenty!

But where was Alice during all of this? Well, out in the greenhouse, picking up the Pear Fizz that Victor started before they left for the Realm, and then zipping off in wolf form for a hunt. And I mean ZIPPING, as I took the opportunity to try out her Super Speed power. Which is indeed INCREDIBLY speedy. O.o Woman was off and away almost before I could get the picture! But she came in with a whole bunch of meat, and even went up to the seance room to eat it so I could show off the curio with all the familiar orbs inside. XD Thanks, Alice! Knew I could count on you.

And that FINALLY wraps up this entry. Next time -- probably another long one, as it’s New Year’s Eve! And it’s Smiler’s turn to lead an expedition out, as they intend to dance the night away. . .

[dark-fics-4-you]

In crocodile tears, would coryo pretend to be some hero or something when he gets reader some medical help or like calls for help for her because I know reader would have to go get some medical help for her injuries, like would he say he found her like that and just stays by her side and quietly whisper to her that he can and will get away with his crime and will do much worse to keep his goodboy™️ image up

Or would he just leave her there to let her think about what he said and what he's done and like kinda talks to someone else about his victory and then they walk back towards reader and find her all fucked out and traumatized and coryo just acts all surprised and asks the other person to go get help while he 'takes care' of her before like the authorities or like the ambulance and tells her to stay silent and to just play along so that he could find some way to fix his mess

And if he does find some way to frame someone else for what he did to reader, would reader's parents thank him over and over again and like pressure reader to invite him over or something (y'know just so that coryo can see how similarly they grew up or something, also how furious would he be if he found out that maybe reader is actually just 'better' than him)

Sorry this was kinda long and scrambled up but I've been thinking about crocodile tears all day and I'm geeking out over your fics omg 😭

Please don’t apologize for how long it is, I loooove detailed asks <333

Crocodile Tears drabble

cw: noncon oral m!recieving, noncon kissing, gaslighting, manipulation, physical abuse

I think Coriolanus would 100% try to play himself off as the hero. This is the same night that his mentee won the Hunger Games. Everyone is already celebrating him, and then he reports that he not only found Reader, but that he helped ward off her attacker??? He would eat that attention right the fuck up.

Of course before this happened he would set the record straight with you, maybe he’d do it while he was pushing his cock deep into the back of your throat. “You’re not going to- fuck- you’re not going to tell anyone that this happened, do you understand?”

You looked up at him through teary eyes as his hand wrapped around your throat, urging you to slide your lips up and down his length faster. He couldn’t contain his groans as he watched the saliva drip down the corners of your mouth as you sloppily took all of his cock.

His voice was breathy, and his eyes were fixed on watching you. A far cry from the classmate he had admired many times before tonight, now you looked a mess, lips puffy and eyes red and tear filled. Coriolanus loved how pathetic you looked now. He wondered if you would ever dare to talk back to him again.

“If you ever tell anyone about tonight or about what happened during the Games, I swear to god Y/N, I will fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging me to treat you as nice as I did tonight,” he sneered at you and your stomach turned at his threat.

For a moment, Coriolanus really wanted to cum all over your face. He imagined forcing you to leave the building with his sticky seed dripping down your face and tits, he wanted you to feel humiliated as you walked past all of your classmates.

He knew that the rumors would spread like wildfire, your reputation would be ruined. On top of your friends either witnessing it firsthand, all of your professors would find out no doubt.

However, much more appealing was the idea of Coriolanus coming to your aid, of him saving you from an unknown attacker. If the entire Academy already thought he was a victor, why stop now?

After he came down your throat and forced you to swallow it all, you were surprised when he hurriedly pulled your clothes back on to your limp body, before dressing himself as well.

You were still too dazed to protest when he pulled you up, wrapping an arm around your waist and walking towards the party.

You felt so out of it, and your memory after leaving the control room was spotty, but you remembered seeing concerned classmates and hearing Coriolanus explain that he had rescued you from an attacker and that you needed medical attention.

You also didn’t miss all of your classmates thank Coryo for saving you.

Don’t think for a second that he would leave your side, opting to ride in the ambulance with you, identifying himself as “Y/N’s boyfriend,” and holding your hand the entire way. The EMT’s thought he was whispering words of encouragement and that your panicked look was only due to your injuries and the trauma from the night, but it was actually because of the threats he was calmly hissing into your ear.

“Remember, you didn’t recognize the guy and you didn’t get a good look at him,” he raised an eyebrow and leered over you, “right?”

You nodded, trying not to attract any attention.

“And you don’t even want to press charges, right?” He purred in your ear, hand snaking to the back of your neck and clamping down. You tensed when you felt him grip the back of you neck harder, trying to get a small reaction from you that only he would notice. “Better to just try to move past all of this.”

When you finally arrived at the hospital and got wheeled to a room, you were greeted by your parents immediately, who tearfully attempted to talk with you.

You had only just opened your mouth to speak when Coriolanus interrupted you, “I’m sorry Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, she’s not in any condition to be talking right now.”

“And just who the hell are you?” Your father demanded of the unfamiliar blond.

“I’m Coriolanus Snow, I saved your daughter tonight,” his head was held high and when he started recounting his twisted version of the events that had occurred tonight, only you could have spotted the devilish gleam in his eyes. “She’s lucky I got there when I did,” he concluded, “I just can’t imagine what might have happened to my Y/N…”

“Wait, what do you mean by ‘my Y/N?’” Your mother asked, looking up at Coriolanus incredulously.

“Well, I wish I was telling you under better circumstances, but,” he cleared his throat, pretending to be embarrassed, “Y/N and I have been dating since the day of our tribute assignments.”

When your parents immediately changed their tone and began heaping thanks and praises onto ‘your boyfriend,’ the man who had just raped you so brutally, he had sent you to the hospital, you felt like you could be sick, and the nausea swirling in your stomach had you reaching for the trash can by your bed and hurling the remains of what was left in your stomach into the bucket.

Coriolanus dotted on you, rubbing your back and whispering words of encouragement loud enough that your family could hear. His faux concern for you was so sickening, you would have thrown up again if you had anything left in your system.

You were in the hospital for 2 excruciating days, and several of your classmates came to visit, all of them bringing flowers or candy or other gifts, but you never got a moment alone with them because Coriolanus stayed by your side the entire time.

When your nosey peers asked you or Coriolanus to recount what had happened, Coriolanus would shut them down, insisting that neither of you wanted to talk about it for your sake.

And while it was true that you weren’t anywhere near being able to talk about what happened that night, that didn’t mean that you wanted him literally at your bedside and never leaving you alone with anyone, not even your family.

If they asked for time alone with you, his grip on your hand would tighten and you knew you had no choice but to tell them that you wanted him to stay in your room, “Mother, I- I just want him here right now, I would feel too anxious if he left.”

They always obliged, never forgetting to thank Coriolanus any chance they got, and by the time you were discharged and you thought you were finally going to have a moment alone to breathe, you were feeling more than ready for some space away from the horrible man.

However, to your horror, you realized that your family had taken what you had said in the hospital after being coerced by Coriolanus too literally.

When he followed you to the car, you thought he was just saying goodbye until he climbed into the backseat with you and you gawked at him before looking over at your parents.

“Oh yeah, we forgot to mention,” your mother warmly replied, “Coriolanus offered to come to our apartment for a few days to help take care of you. We figured it would be good, considering how much he helps your anxiety.”

You felt your stomach drop, a pit of anger and disappointment blossomed in your gut and it took everything in you to force yourself to smile and thank your parents.

Coriolanus’ hand squeezed yours and you tried your best not to cry.

After you arrived at the apartment, Coriolanus helped you out of the car, making you lean on him for support as he helped you to the entrance to the building.

The blond was taken aback by the street you lived on. It was just a couple blocks away from his, and he had walked past these apartments many times, completely unaware that you lived here. It was a modest apartment building, honestly not much better than the one Coriolanus lived in.

But how could this be? Wasn’t your family wealthy at least? As he made his way up the stairs, supporting your weight as you leaned against him with his arm firm around your waist, he couldn’t help but compare all of the similarities to his own apartment.

Hell, if anything your apartment may have been a tad smaller than the Snow’s, although yours was much tidier.

It was around dinnertime when you had arrived and you had just wanted to take a nap before eating, but instead you were treated to some excruciating alone time with Coriolanus, during which he lay in your bed next to you, holding your stiff, nervous body close to him and running his hands over the goosebumps that decorated your skin. Your breath caught every time he paused over one of the bruises that he had left on you, and you winced when he would press the pads of his fingers onto them, silently threatening you.

It felt surreal laying in your bedroom, the place that was supposed to be your safe space, with Coriolanus, knowing that he could overpower you and fuck you at any moment if he wanted. And that fear was exactly why you didn’t try to get away.

You winced when his soft lips came to your bruised neck and he kissed and sucked at the tender skin. The way he had one of your hands pinned, fingers digging in to your sore wrist, reminded you of the first night he assaulted you and you tried to blink away the tears forming in your eyes as panic rose in your chest.

“Relax, Y/N,” Coriolanus whispered against your throat between sloppily nipping at your skin. “I’m not going to do anything to you tonight, baby. Gonna wait till you’re all healed up so you can feel every fucking inch of my cock dragging along your walls.”

You let out a quiet sound at his words, but it was hard to tell if it was a sob or a moan and Coriolanus felt his cock throbbing against the material of his pants.

“Although,” he thought aloud, looking down on you and admiring your pretty, plump lips, which were glistening, wet with a mix of saliva and your tears, “maybe I should give you a reminder of what I could do to you if you decided to feel brave and blab about that night, hm?”

You fearfully shook your head and you were about to protest when your mother knocked on your door, letting you know that dinner was ready.

You looked to Coriolanus and he nodded with annoyance after a few moments of hesitation, allowing you to respond, “Okay! Thank you, we’ll be there in a minute.”

He sighed in frustration but got up and began pulling his shirt back on before he glanced over at your teary eyes and messy hair.

“Clean yourself up in the bathroom, you look pathetic,” he ordered and you ran some cold water on your face to try to make the puffiness go down.

When he was satisfied with your appearance, you dressed, trying to swallow your discomfort before you left the room, but when you sat down at the table with your parents for dinner, you still couldn’t believe how it felt to be eating family dinner with that man.

As Coriolanus regaled your parents with stories from the Academy and lies about how you had started dating, you realized that tears had begun falling past your waterline again.

And no one at the table noticed or said anything about it.

[katiemay-025]

Cabin in the Woods

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Summary: After the rebellion you decide to move to District 7 to be with Johanna and help her through her hydrophobia.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: y/n/n = your nickname, mdni, mentions of hydrophobia, swearing, brief nudity, blood. a/n: getting tired of searching tumblr for Johanna Mason fics and not finding any new ones so I wrote one myself.

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The train pulled into the station and when the doors open, you’re greeted by the fresh smell of pine and the thick misty clouds. It had been a months since Katniss shot Coin and the victor’s were whisked away back to their district. You were from District 10, and used to live and breathe on the farm where you raised the cattle and horses. After months without a caretaker, some of them hopped the fence but most of them died.

There wasn’t much to rebuild in District 10 so you decided a change of scenery would be nice. More than anything, you wanted to see Johanna in District 7. You wanted to see how she was doing considering she refused any more help from the doctors. So here you were standing at the District 7 platform with a small pack of clothes on your back.

Finnick gave you her address and directions to her house since he’d been there for the victory tour as the mentor for the 72nd Hunger Games. When you had won during the 66th year, Johanna hadn’t had a house yet in Victor’s Village.

Making your way through the town was easy, most people far and wide had gone to The Capitol to see Snow’s execution, they were all still trickling back. The almost ghost town didn’t bother you, but a ghost house did. At first you weren’t sure if you had the right house but then you saw the horse figurine half carved from its stake and the many other figurines. As far as you knew none of the other victors had their talent as woodcarvings.

This was definitely Johanna’s house but it was as barren as when you had came home to your house. Musty and a layer of dust caking everything. Unsure of where she could have gone, you went back to the town where a few people were moving the logs around to help with the rebuilding. Someone must know where she went so you asked around. “Hey have you seen Johanna Mason? She’s a few inches taller than me, with brown spikey hair and brown eyes. She also permanently glares at everything.”

“Oh yeah the victor, she comes into town twice a week for food supplies.”

“She’s not at her house?”

“No she’s out west past the tree farms doing god knows what.”

“Okay thank you.”

All you had to go off of was Johanna was past the tree farms. The farms looked bad, the ground was uneven, the trees were uprooted and some of them had a chunk of the trunk blasted out, District 7 must’ve rebelled here, mirroring District 10 and the main work places.

At the end of the grid of trees, there was a trail between the bushes, at the start you found tracks that led further into the forest. It took another 30 minutes before you heard wooden logs tapping against each other.

Johanna was 10 feet in the air hanging with her legs wrapped around the tree and using the back end of her axe to hammer in the final frame log for her… whatever she’s building.

“So this is where Johanna goes after the war.” You say grabbing her attention.

“You know damn well why, I fucking hate that mansion.” she said swinging down to the roof of the cabin she built below the platform. “How did you find me?”

“Oh you know, I asked for directions and the guy sent me this way to follow angry gremlin tracks.”

Johanna rolled her eyes. “I have an axe in my hand right now.”

“You’re not a threat to me Mason. I can spit on you and you’d go into shock.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She scoffed. It was mean yes, using her fears against her but Johanna needs the reality check and from experience, she takes you more seriously when you don’t coddle her.

“No. You can’t sweep it under the rug Johanna. Not this time, I won’t let you. It starts just like this, not showering, avoiding the rain. Soon it’ll turn to you not staying hydrated and I’m not letting you die.”

“So what? You’re going to stay here until I get better?”

“If that’s what it takes.” You felt it first, the cold drop of water on your hand. “Let’s go inside, you can give me a tour.” You offer your hand towards Johanna and she pushes it out of the way as she walks around the cabin to the front door. You see the hair on her neck stand followed by heavy breathing. Without a second thought, she sprinted towards the door tripping on the steps of her porch and ramming into the door.

You winced watching her in pain so you moved to help her. As soon as you touched her shoulder she knocked it away again. “I’m fine!” She shouted. You could hear the pitter patter as the rain hit the leaves above you. You felt more drops on your head and looked up to feel them on your face. You loved the rain and if Johanna wasn’t going to accept your help, you’d at least enjoy it.

You reached your arm towards the sky smiling at the cool misty air. You hopped from the porch and ran circles around the tree spinning through the forest like a fairy. In the floor, you collected the pine needles and threw them into the air with a giggle, but you quickly turned your head to Johanna who sat with her back towards the door and her knees pressed to her chest.

The rain wasn’t getting to her because of the overhang but you saw the glistening under her eyes. Blood ran down her nose as well and watching her was like that 17 year old girl who cried through her reaping and her interview. Only this time it was real. You quickly stopped your dance and walked over to her, ignoring the squelching in your shoes. You crouched down out of arms reach from her. You wanted to hold her but you knew it would send her into a deeper madness because of your wet clothes.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s not fair! It’s not fair that you get to go out and dance in the rain and I can’t.” She whined. “District 7 is a rain forest, it rains majority of the days here and I can’t even step off my porch.”

“You’re right it’s not fair, but like I said, I’ll be here and I’ll help you every step of the way. One day we’ll be able to dance together in the rain.”

“It’s stupid. I know you’re fine but I-“

You waited for her to continue but her voice died out. “It’s not stupid Johanna. It’s completely understandable.” You reached your hand out to catch the rain and held it out towards Johanna. “Baby steps. If you wanna poke the water, go ahead. If not I’ll just sit here.”

This was a tactic to get the horses to trust you with a brush, holding the item in your hand and letting them feel the bristles of the brush for themselves before you grooming their hair. Johanna crawled to sit next to you. You heard her sniffling and saw her fingers shake when she brought it up. You never moved letting her dip her finger in the pool of your palms. “I can do this. It can’t hurt me.” She said to herself before plunging her finger in the water.

Johanna looked up at you like a child looking for approval and you returned a beaming smile. Your cheekbones rose high to turn your eyes into crescent moons. In all honesty you were proud she at least retained some things the doctor in District 13 taught her, like positive self motivation.

It seemed to click for Johanna that she actually touched water from the first time since The Block. “It’s a start. I’m proud of you.” You said.

Johanna let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding as she looked into your eyes. If you weren’t here, she’d have hid under her bed until who knows when, but in your presence, it was like a protection. Through everything you had gone through, you were still the same caring and patient y/n she knew.

“I’m going to change before I start catching a cold.” You stood up stripping off your jacket. The cold water seeping down your back and you left it next to the door.

“If I see any water inside I’m strangling you.”

You shook your head as you stripped off the rest of your clothes turning to an all too smug Johanna. “Happy?”

“Very.” She said checking you up and down. “It’s like your horses and the apples you give them when they do a good job. I touch water and you get naked as a reward.

You laugh at her comparison. You couldn’t even be mad at her, after all, you did treat her like a horse a couple minutes ago. If this was going to help her then you wouldn’t mind.

“Okay. I can do that only in private though. I am not getting naked at the market, when you run your hand through the produce sprinklers.”

“That’s better for me then. I get you to myself.” She opened the door and let you go in. As you stepped into her cabin in the woods, you felt a hand squeeze the skin on your butt and snapped your head towards her, her name on the tip of your tongue. Johanna threw her head back laughing at your reaction before walking past you and bumping her hip with yours. "Make yourself some tea, I've got tea bags and pine needles. Collect your own water though. I'll get you some towels and clothes to dry off."

What a day, from being on a train to getting naked in the middle of the forest. No matter what though, you were glad that the day was ending in the presence of Johanna Mason. After putting on her clothes, because you stupidly left your pack in the rain, the two of you cuddled under a blanket and enjoyed the warmth of the crackling fire.

[hyperfixiation-station]

Sorry, I meant Ghost in a fight/discussion with reader 😭 Still, I did love your take

CW: Fighting, emotional abuse, light swearing I am so sorry anon 😭😭 I am literally the dumbest person to have ever existed lmaooo Also apologies for length, I am moving and wanted to get you something cause I'm not sure when I'll be able to post again. To whoever asked, I am making a pt.2 so send me an ask if you want to be notified :)

As always, no beta, please lmk of any mistakes!!

A lot of ‘fights’ you guys have are one sided, where you concede quickly, not wanting to argue, and he just keeps going and going. He, like a lot of ND’s, gets a thrill from fighting, and he will pick fights about everything. You just disagree once with what he says and he goes off.

Fem!Reader: Anytime he is upset/angry with you/thinks you are disrespecting or ignoring him, he'll call you 'woman'. 

"I'm still talking woman!" "Watch your mouth woman" "Woman I am talking!" 

He does not love bomb. He does not come after arguing with you with flowers and chocolates and showering you with love to make up for it. 

Don’t get me wrong, this man does bring you flowers, just not to make you feel better after a fight. He’ll get you flowers for valentines day and your birthday and your anniversary and any time he feels like you deserve flowers, but he does not give them to you after fights. 

And you guys don’t fight too often. At least, not fights where he feels bad and has lingering guilt. Very rarely will he realize(or at least admit) That he was wrong, especially not in front of your kids, if you guys have them. However, if he does realize and admit he is wrong(typically after you sleep in a different room or don’t talk to him except for the bare minimum) he will apologize in private.

One very memorable fight for you was back in the early days of your relationship, just after you had started living together. He had left his gear just piled on the front table, and you had folded it and moved it to the bedroom so that it wasn’t cluttering up the front room. He came home and, well, freaked. He screamed at you, punched a hole through a door, and you still remember him telling you ‘Go to hell then woman” when you said you had just wanted the space to be clear. 

He gets pissed off about the stupidest stuff. Your guy's 10-year-old daughter bought a Stanley? He’s mocking him for the next 3 weeks about wanting to be popular. Your teenage-daughter wears ripped jeans to a concert? He’s telling everyone about how she must have bought them at half-price since so much cloth is missing. 

One interesting thing is that he respects fighting back, to an extent. You watched in borderline horror as your eldest got into a screaming match with him that lasted hours and ended with no victor. And yet, since that day, you’ve never seen Simon scream at them again. 

Hearing this, he sounds toxic, yeah? And he is, to an extent. But you stay with him because he knows he has issues, and he actively works on bettering himself. You’ve been with him for a decade now, and you can see so many differences in the way that he acts. He no longer screams and throws things and punches holes in the walls. He is more willing to admit when he is wrong, hell, there's even been a few times when he’s said sorry in front of your kids. 

You understand his trauma, you understand why he responds and acts the way he does, and most importantly He does too, and he is working on bettering himself for his family, because he loves you, and he hates that his explosive reactions hurt you and your kids.

I am going to make a pt. 2 to this so that I can go more in depth, but again, I’m moving and not sure when I will be able to post again so I wanted to at least give you something. lmk what ya'll think :)) ALSO: If you think I am mischaracterizing Ghost please let me know, and I will either explain my reasonings or you will change how I think of him. Either way, I would like to know yalls thoughts so please do not hesitate to say something

[ja3hwa]

Hi Jae! Could you do 19 with Yeosang?

Prompts : 19 "You're not playing fair."

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : You were Bestfriend. You loved one another so much to the point that you hated each other. Well, at least video games and help you let off steam... among other things.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 1.26k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Fluff, Gamer Au

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Bestfriend!Yeosang x Bestfriend!Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Swearing. Mention of sex. Dirty talk. Teasing.

Note: Hello Ruby, My darling. I hope you are well. And I certainly hope you enjoy this read♡♡

Over and over again. Game after game. Whether it was video games, board games, physical or mental games, and tricks. Yeosang and You were both determined to beat one another.

It started out light-hearted when you were kids. Just innocent banter and competition. But as you got older, it became more heated. Fights broke out and more than one occasion. Mostly verbal fights, but when you too started wrestling for a victor, your other friends would have to pull you off each other and put you in time out as if you were still kids. Neither of you was violent by any means, but the tension between you two was high. You became rivals more than friends. Enemies even. You didn't hate each other, though. In fact, you could stay away from one another to the point when you both graduated college, you moved in together.

Some may say it was a bad idea, but your friendship became ultimately stronger because of it. Your fighting lessened. Your bickering had almost stopped. Leaving nothing but friendly competition. But something out sparked, something that had always been there, but it has only surface now. Sexual tension. The way you would catch yourself staring too long at Yeosang's arm as he works out. Or the way he would shamelessly watch you in only your oversized shirt―his old shirt―and panties in the early morning trying to reach for a cereal bowl that is on the top shelf. He always got a perfect view of your ass and the way it jiggled when you jumped. You both were quickly becoming more and more frustrated with one another in that aspect, and it made it exceptionally harder when you both were playing video games.

This was one of these nights.

You were sitting so deliciously in your loose sleep shirt and your way to short PJ bottoms. Yeosang could tell you weren’t wearing a bra from the way your tits would bounce when you moved in the attention of the game you were playing. Tonight was Mario night, so of course, Mario Kart was one of the games you both were playing. After you finished setting his up, you peered over to Yeosang, letting him know it was ready. And even though he was indeed excited to play the game―more so beat your ass in it―he couldn’t help but feel saddened at the fact he could no longer keep looking at you.

“You ready for me to beat your ass?” You drew him out of his thoughts with a smug remark and smirk panting for pretty features. God, how he wishes to wipe that grin off your face with his own mouth.

“You mean are you ready for me to beat your ass.” his words were indented for the game, but he also thought of the idea of spanking your ass raw until you were screaming over his lap. He had to place a pillow on his lap for the rest of the night as his mind kept wandering to the dirty side every time you jumped wiggled or sighed next to him. His patients were wearing thin, but little did he know, you knew exactly what you were doing. 

Purposely, walking around the house bottomless, bra-less, or just with minimal clothing in general. You could feel his stare on your body and the way his eyes hooded when his gazes racked over your legs. And what made you start this secret game was when you overheard him over the phone to one of your friends mentioning he has a huge crush on you and that he doesn’t know if he should confess or not. So here you sit, playing dirty, like you’ve always done with him. But this time, it was for more than a cheap victor in a game. No, you wanted him to give up and confess his love. 

“Come on, slow poke!!” He cheered, finally getting past you on the road, whacking you with a bomb before flying off in front. You grumbled out, trying your best to catch him. One more lap left, if he wins I swear to fuck. You thought, suddenly getting an idea. You were both near the finish line, just one more bend left. Which was a bend in the road that took a lot of concentration and if you don’t drift at the right time you’ll crash into the sidebars. So as you both started to turn you spoke.

“Hey, Sangie we should fuck afterwards.” 

Oh, the poor boy's brain just short-circuited. Did you really just say what he thought? Taking his eyes off the game, he looked at you for a second, noticing your expression was still the same. Your game face, as he called it. Tongue poking out with frowned brows. With his attention being shifted, you managed to hit him with a banana peel before just by only a mere couple of inches, beat him over the finish line.

“YES!!!” 

His gaze snapped to the screen, seeing he had lost. Did you trick him? He couldn’t believe you tricked him with the promise of sex. He huffed, throwing his pillow on his lap towards the tv, but alas, it landed lazily just in front of the coffee table, not making an impact with anything. “You’re not playing fair. I would have won if it was for—”

He cut himself off quickly. Maybe he heard you wrong. No, he definitely had to have heard you wrong. You were his best friend, his second half, and his partner in crime. You wouldn’t say something like that, right?

“For what, Sangie?” You tilted your head, looking over at him with a small smile. “for saying we should fuck?”

“Oh god.” Yep, he definitely heard correctly. “You can’t say things like that doll.” he leant back, letting his head rest on the top of the couch, his arm draping over his eyes, thinking he might wake up at any moment, and this was just his brain trying to torture him

“Why not?” You placed your controller on the table before crawling over his lap, letting your thighs sit on either side of him. He could feel the heat of your core against him, making him rumble a sound deep in his chest. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“I….” He couldn’t answer. It was like everyone in his brain had gone home for the evening, leaving Yeosang to for defend himself. There was a silence for a moment before you let out a chuckle, and not just a little chuckle no, no. This was a hardy chuckle, one that could bring you to tears if you kept going. You place your hand on his shoulder, letting him soften his stiff body and let out a slow breath he had no idea he had been holding.

“It’s okay, Sangie. We don’t have to. I was just teasing you.” You knew he liked you, and you liked him. But you didn’t want to break the poor boy's mind. “Let’s play another round, and if you win, we can do whatever you want next. And if I win, I get to pick. Okay?”

He could only nod before finally snapping out of his daze. He grabs his controller in a manner of determination. Your smile never faltered as you gabbed your own controller. He now needed to win and was going to do anything in order to get his way. And little does he know, you were -for one- going to help him. Cause even though you are competitive and wish to win, nothing would be more pleasing than seeing what Yeosang would do once he won.

- ♥︎

[writing-plural]

CW: Dead animal, swearing

"What the actual fuck."

Logan had been around for a long time. He’d seen a lot, and ‘a lot’ was plenty enough for him. But despite it all, nothing could’ve prepared him for this. Laid out before him on the porch of his cabin was a gutted little fawn. It must have been a fresh kill, evident by the bright red trail of blood tainting the snow as it came out of the forest.

Aside from the overwhelming smell of iron, there was another scent in the air. "Creed," Logan thought. And he’d have thought right, as he stepped outside to look around, finding Victor sat bloody on his porch, just out of view from the doorway.

"It’s not my birthday, bub." Logan began. "So what the hell is this?" He asked, gesturing to the deer. He’d have expected a horrible display like this on his birthday, but today was far from his special day. He needed answers.

Victor only huffed, as he attempted to wipe his mouth, smearing the blood on his face instead. "Gift." He said, making no effort to elaborate.

Logan clenched his jaw, quickly losing patience. "What’s the occasion?" He asked, extending his claws with their signature snikt.

"Birthday," Victor replied.

"Ain’t my birth--"

"Not yours; mine." Victor quickly interrupted with a grunt.

"What?" Logan was taken aback. Victor never seemed to him like he was the type to celebrate his own birthday. The only time he seemed enthusiastic about a birthday was when it was Logan’s. "You’ve gotta be shittin’ me." Logan scoffed. "Gifts go the other way around, you know that, right, bub? So why the hell am I gettin’ the fresh meat?"

"Wasn’t thinkin’." Victor replied, his words slightly slurred.

"Yeah, no shit!" Logan wanted to cut him up and throw him off his property, but he restrained himself. "What the hell’s up with you? You sound like you’re hyperventilating." He retracted his claws after some hesitation and walked over to the other mutant. "God, you look like shit."

Victor growled at the comment. "‘m fine," He spat. Logan could easily tell that Victor wasn’t fine; far from it, in fact, but he couldn’t see any noticeable injuries on him.

Logan sighed, crouching down in front of Victor. "Look at me," he demanded. When Victor didn’t look, Logan grabbed his jaw and forcefully lifted his head. "Look. At. Me." He repeated before letting go. Victor kept his head up and the two stared at each other in silence for some time.

Logan carefully scanned Victor from head to toe, taking in the other’s unusual behavior. Victor kept fiddling with his hands and tugging at his clothes as though he needed to keep his hands busy. He couldn’t seem to sit still.

After a moment of silent thought, Logan spoke. "How old ya turnin’, bub?" He asked with an unusual softness in his tone. He knew what this was; some students at the school had shared their own experiences with it. Logan never thought he’d see the day, but here Victor was, regressed.

"Doesn’t matter." Victor retorted, hugging his knees close to his chest.

"Matters to me." Logan said warmly as he sat down in front of the other. "Gotta know what number candles to put on your cake." He hesitantly looked over at the dead fawn. "Or, uh, your deer." He added, looking back at Victor.

Victor glanced over at the animal and then back at Logan. "Ten." He reluctantly replied, sounding not entirely sure of himself.

"‘Bout ten, then." Logan repeatedly the number given, letting it roll off his tongue as though he were testing the quality. "You’re a big kid, huh. You sure that deer will be enough to fill ya?" He asked in a teasing manner.

Victor nodded, seeming confident. "Yeah."

And Logan nodded, too. "Okay, up." He said, picking himself up and gesturing for Victor to do the same. "C’mon, birthday boy. Let’s get you some food."

"And beer?" Victor asked as he stood up.

"No beer," Logan responded, shaking his head. "Kids can’t have beer." Logan lead Victor inside, stepping around the corpse and bringing Victor over to a table. "Can’t believe you found me out here, kid. I’m impressed." He patted Victor’s back before head out to carry the deer inside. "I’ll get this ready to eat; you go wash up, okay, bub?"

"‘Kay." Victor said quietly, watching as Logan hauled his kill into the house.

"Bub," Logan paused, feeling Victor’s eyes. "Wash up." He repeated his earlier request, now sounding more like a demand. Victor lowered his gaze, mumbling something that sounded like a sorry before getting up to go to the bathroom. Logan let out a sigh of relief once he heard water running and continued hauling in the deer.

This was going to be one interesting birthday, but he’d be damned if he didn’t make it a good one for lil Vic.

[bequiteanddriveeeeeee]

Cw joker ass monologue im not dead ass dw just a narc high thank silly silly terrible nightmare :3

And I had the highest IQ in the record of your establishment, no? That’s what the staff told me, that you were scared of me. And why wouldn’t you be? You put me in hell, I could barely speak, my body was wracked with delirium on soaked through with my own vomit but I still won in the end. That’s why you put me on a drug that slows mental cognition, you like people who are lamer than you for they can’t think, but I can and you were scared. That’s why you put me in isolation where I couldn’t talk for weeks and the walls were sweared with feces and the gaunt impressions of naked patients. Where I watched children scream till they passed out, where I was spat on and beat and stolen from. Where I could crawl away from the stench and cling to the fence that looked out onto a suburban road and form half gestated curses towards you. All as you watched from the one way glass, you started to spend a lot of time on that ward after you transferred me, didn’t you? Well, that’s what your staff said, the ones I got to quit because of me, the ones who gave me untapped phone lines and passed my notes between facilities. The ones who started working more hours when I got transferred.

I’ll remember you backing me against that wall and screaming in my face, oh how unbecoming. That you had a PHD, oh did you feel threatened? Because I wore the same clothes as you, that for the one object I was allowed to carry with me from home was a suit jacket I’d wear over my robes and you know people said I looked an awful lot like a doctor. How said you wished to kill me, that was evil, quite a pungent term no? I would be punished for each one of me until there was none left, well even after all of that cognito ergo sum I think therefore I am, I am the victor

[landboundstar-writing]

Cold Comfort

Another repost from my main blog and AO3

Please support if you can, please reblog if you can't.

SFW but content warning - proceed with caution. Conversation between Jason Todd and Mr. Freeze

CW: mentions of child death, abuse, homelessness, trauma, some swearing

"Why do you hate me?" Jason looked at Mr. Freeze. "I don't." "We both know that isn't true." The conversation had bothered Jason since he had returned Freeze to Arkham. After all, the sad scientist was a far cry from The Joker. But it still bothered him. He had showered, stripped down his weapons and poured himself a hot cup of coffee and thought about reading for a bit. Visceral memories from when he was much younger flashed into his mind. People freezing in doorways. Buildings collapsing in snowstorms, The painful bone deep cold of walking through freezing rain in a hoodie because that was all he had. "Fuck it." He drove back to Arkham, boot heels clicking on the floor. "It's the cold." Victor raised his head on the other side of the glass. "I hate the cold. I hate being cold. I had to live through below zero temperatures when I didn't have anywhere to go. Being soaking wet from melting snow soaking me and shivering for hours because I was wearing all of the clothes I owned. I remember kids who were on the street with me freezing to death or ice crushing their shelters. And you caused some of those." Victor walked up to the glass, looking at the red mask reflected on the other side. "I just wanted my Nora. I never meant to hurt children." "I know. But I still hate the cold."

[angelbowerz]

Being pregnant with a Bowers gang member's child

(Wrote this while half-asleep so it's very bad..sorry lol)

Tw- abortion

Henry:

-oh god...

-okay,the second you tell him you're pregnant..he freezes and wants to just die on the spot

"I'm pregnant"

"You're...what....?"

-if he could...that boy would RUN all the way to damn Australia just to get away from the situation

-more scared about his dad finding out so he'll probably begg you to keep it a secret

-of you refuse to abort it (even after his begging) he'll probably ignore you or say something like this:

"I want nothing to do with that baby but I'm still your boyfriend."

-he'll ignore you for a few months, then when he realises you're actually keeping it and you're showing...then he'll be a good guy (for once)

"OKAY FINE! I'll look after the damn baby🙄"

-he eventually told his dad...and ended up forced to live in your home

-if its a boy..he'll force you to name him 'Henry Bowers Jr' and Henry would definitely raise it to be just like him (lord save us)

-he'd love a boy but if it's a girl he'll just say some stupid 'joke' about having so many children until he gets a son

-when the baby is like minutes old, Henry will be ruthless😭

"Are you sure this kid is mine? Looks like a goblin to me"

-anyway..once you're all grown up, married to him n everything...it definitely won't be a happy marriage, he'll end up like his father but a not as bad version

Patrick:

-not really much to say apart from the fact he'll either force you to an abortion clinic or will do things (stress you out, putting things in your drinks etc) hoping to make the baby go..and it eventually does

-he only did it for his own pleasure, not caring how you'll feel about loosing the baby

-yeah that's it lol

Reggie:

-PANIC MODE

-he uses atleast 5x protection so how you ended up pregnant would be a mystery

-May have doubts about actually being the baby's father since bro uses so much protection

-but he'll never tell you that

-he would be the BEST father out of the gang

-so supportive of you

-need or want something? He'll be outside your door with said item within 5 minutes

-would refuse to leave your side

-buys so many clothes/toys/plushies for the baby

-when you're in Labour he'll try to be some supportive coach but in reality it just annoys you

"PUSH Y/N PUSH! YOU CAN DO THIS!"

"Reggie I swear to god-!"

-so adorable

-I could see Reggie having a crazy amount of children (like 10)..goodluck with that

(Not writing Victor for this one because I'm bad at writing for him and I'm too lazy to lol...sorry Victor fan girlies)

[snwpcktz]

A GAME OF CRUELTY (pt. 1, teaser)

PAIRING: jay x fem!reader (ft. heeseung)

GENRE: hunger games au (pre second rebellion), neighbors to friends to lovers, angst

SYNOPSIS: after years of praying to not get picked for the reaping, the odds end up not being in y/n’s favor and she is chosen as district 7’s female tribute. she plans to simply sacrifice herself early, since it would be nearly impossible for her to beat all the other tributes and make it back safely to her now ex-boyfriend, ethan. but her perspective of the games change when her next door neighbor, jay, is chosen as the male tribute—and maybe her feelings towards him will change, too.

WARNINGS: mature themes (violence, death), major character death, descriptions of violence and injuries, love triangle, swearing, reader uses she/her pronouns, use of the binary genders to refer to the reaping tributes

WC: 1.4k (teaser)

NOTE: hello!! this fic is set in the year before katniss and peeta's events, so there's not a lot of information for me to base this off of. there might be inaccuracies, but i try my best to keep things true to the story!! i hope to release the full pt. 1 sometime this week or next week, but pt. 2 will probably take longer. if you'd like to be added to the taglist, please reply to this post and i will add you!! thank you and please enjoy this teaser :)

rows of teenagers stood in front of the hall of justice, surrounded by members of the capitol with cameras and film equipment. peacekeepers had already flooded the district, running identification checks and bordering the area for the reaping. y/n could still feel her finger throbbing from the prick she received mere minutes ago as she stood in line.

the large screens next to the stage had already began running, displaying the various members of district 7. y/n could spot a pixelated version of herself, clad in a modest white sundress and matching white ballet flats. she turned her head to the left, spotting ethan standing in his row in no time.

but he wasn't looking at her. he kept his head forward, a solemn gaze on his face. y/n turned her head back around, letting out a pained sigh. she knew that whatever emotions he was feeling at the moment could never be experienced by her, a girl who lived in an only child household in a moderately well off neighborhood. but she couldn't help but feel selfish, desperately wanting ethan to be spared from the cruel hands of the reaping.

so she prayed. she clasped her hands together and lowered her head. please, she thought. please don't pick ethan. please let the odds be in his favor, just this once.

the sounds of footsteps coming to a stop and doors opening caused y/n to raise her head, eyes now fixated on the marble building in the front. members of the district government and previous victors of district 7 entered the stage, followed by a woman with a bright smile on her face.

luxurious, velvety, emerald green clothing adorned her body along with a matching sun hat and dozens of gold jewelry. her heels clicked on the wooden stage as she made her way towards the podium, perfectly glossed lips framing her pearly smile.

"welcome! welcome, welcome," she announced, her cheery voice echoing throughout the area. "once again, i am your district escort, tiffany young! happy hunger games! and may the odds be ever in your favor."

tiffany cleared her throat before continuing, "now! before we begin, we have a very special film brought to you all the way from the capitol!"

she raised her glove-clothed arm towards the screen as a video began playing. "war. terrible war," president snow's voice boomed from the speakers.

y/n noticed several girls around her rolling their eyes. she couldn't blame them. it was boring having to watch the same video every single year, especially when it did barely any justification for the games.

she turned her head to look behind her at the crowd of parents. she spotted her mom, head down and whispering words, most likely prayers for her daughter. her father was next to her, a comforting arm wrapped around his wife as he stoically gazed at the screen.

it was just like every year. what was there to worry about?

y/n glanced at ethan. he had the same expression as her father, but she could see that he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. a soft sigh left her lips. there was one thing to worry about--ethan.

she decided to pray once more, lowering her head and squeezing her eyes shut.

please, pick anyone but ethan. i beg for you to spare him.

"this is how we remember our past," the voice of president snow stated. "this is how we safeguard our future."

"what a remarkable film!" tiffany gushed as the music began to quiet. "now, the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing district 7 in the 73rd annual hunger games."

y/n felt her heartbeat quicken as she watched the escort's smile grow. "as usual, ladies first."

tiffany walked to the reaping bowl with poise, heels echoing in the silence that overwhelmed the district. she reached a gloved hand in, fishing for an entry slip. she gently selected one, returning to the podium elegantly.

tiffany took the liberty to clear her throat as she undid the delicate tape on the paper slip. she glanced at the crowd before announcing the name with a smile.

"y/n l/n."

the world stopped for a moment. y/n couldn't prevent the ringing in her ears as her lips parted in shock. the pounding in her chest increased to a ridiculous speed as the girls around her turned, isolating her from the crowd. her hands grew clammy as tiffany laid her eyes on her, the smile on her face appearing more sinister than before.

"come on up, dear!" the escort called, her voice sounding sickly sweet in y/n's ears.

y/n's feet moved slowly, dragging against the gravel on the ground as she passed by her fellow civilians. she didn't dare to look up from her pathway, shrinking at the feeling of thousands of eyes on her.

she could feel the peacekeepers behind her place their hands on her back, guiding her to the stage. her eyes were shaking, losing sight of each step she was taking.

she grasped onto the railing of the stairs, barely feeling the soles of her feet. she could see tiffany at the top of the stairs, reaching a hand out to her. "come, come!" she said to y/n, gesturing to her with her hand.

y/n gratefully took it, allowing the texture of her velvet gloves to bring her back to reality. tiffany placed her other hand on her shoulder, gently leading her to the left side of the podium.

"well, let's have a big hand for our first tribute, y/n l/n!" tiffany declared into the microphone.

the weak applause clouded y/n's head, contrasting the striking speed her heart was thumping at. she used the last of her strength and consciousness to lift her head, searching the crowd in front of her.

she could spot her mother's face, frozen with shock and panic. her father's mouth was open, completely bewildered and in disbelief. y/n moved her eyes to the crowd of teen boys, where she found ethan already staring straight at her, a fresh tear sliding down his cheek.

y/n swallowed thickly, not breaking the eye contact. here she was, standing on a stage that she never thought she would be standing on. her lips quivered as she gained the strength to mouth an "i love you", triggering a rush of tears to ethan's eyes.

she chose to cut the eye contact after that, unable to watch her ex-lover cry. she stared straight at the wooden floor, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"and now for the boys!" tiffany stated.

the escort walked to the reaping bowl on the opposite end of the stage, quickly plucking a slip from its depths and returning to the podium. she let out a small hum before unfolding the slip.

"jay park."

y/n raised her head to look at the crowd. the boys had distanced themselves from the said person, who looked just as surprised as y/n was when she was chosen.

y/n recognized him. he was her next door neighbor, a boy known for being respectful and hard-working. at just a year older than y/n, he was preparing to enter the workforce full-time, learning the ups and downs of his family's lumber business. he was known to be skilled with axes and saws, his muscular arms and broad chest proof of it all.

he wore a white dress shirt and black slacks, dark hair slicked with gel and neatly combed. the peacekeepers guided him to the stage, his dress shoes sounding every step he took up the wooden stairs. he stood on the other side of the podium, observing the crowd from his new perspective.

y/n turned to ethan, a part of her relieved that he wasn't picked. but he clearly did not feel the same, his eyes now red and cheeks stained with tears. he looked at y/n so hopelessly, it made her feel ashamed for feeling even a bit of relief.

"shake hands, you two!" tiffany's voice said, snapping y/n out of her trance.

she glanced at jay, whose eyes were already on her. they quickly joined hands, jay's large one wrapping around y/n's shaking one.

"happy hunger games!" tiffany announced, her smile brighter than before. "and may the odds be ever in your favor."

© snwpcktz

taglist: @kpopstanmeg

[searchforahero]

tag game & WIP game

combo tag game, i was tagged by @necrotic-nephilim ! :]

last song: roxanne by the police

currently watching: honestly like nothing... i have been swamped with midterms lol but i have a whole list of scary movies i wanted to watch this month that i will hopefully start working my way through soon... i also want to start watching buffy the vampire slayer & star trek & hannibal. also need to get back into supernatural & teen wolf... so much to watch so little time...

last movie: romeo + juliet (1996) but that was like over a month ago. urg. i need to watch more movies...

sweet/spicy/savory: savory (but i love all three yay)

relationship status: single yay :D but also starting to think more seriously about if i want a relationship so that's been interesting.

current obsession: DC as always LOL on a smaller scale, desperately trying to make my t4t4t jaydicktim fic work even though it has gone nowhere

last thing i searched online: other than just searching up ao3 "giant lightning mcqueen canada"

WIP game:

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

word: ROBIN

R [dicktim undercover WIP]

‘Richie’ Grayson is possibly the worst of all Dick’s undercover identities. It’s not that it’s a weak cover or that it isn’t helpful in the field, it’s that Tim can’t focus when he has Dick leaning into his space, muttering mission information under the guise of whispering something salacious into Tim’s ear. Tim hates to admit it, but he’s gorgeous like this, long hair slicked back and piercings studding his ears. He’s applied subtle makeup to change his face, but the way his eyes crinkle fondly when he looks at Tim still shines through, even with the added layer of grease he’s managed to apply to every action he takes. Looking at him now, Tim wants so badly to slip his finger in between the thin gold chain resting across Dick’s collarbones and his pretty scarred skin, and pull. Wants to mark him up and undo him until all that’s left is plainly Dick Grayson - no slimey smiles, no Nightwing confidence, not even the charm he carries like a well-worn coat - just Dick Grayson, the man that has eclipsed Tim’s entire world since he was twelve.

O [dicktim roadtrip WIP]

Obviously It's going to be fine, he needs to stop being such a freak about this, rule number one was literally "be normal" and he's somehow found a way to fail at that before the trip has even begun. He has no earthly idea how he's supposed to be normal in the car with Dick when he can't even be normal in the privacy of his own bathroom.

B [???? WIP]

Bruce is evil. Bruce hates him. Bruce wants him dead. That is the only possible explanation for why Tim is where he is now, sweating like a dog waiting for Victor Fries to leave his newest hideout. The air conditioning in the apartment he’s conducting his stake out from is shot to hell and he can’t leave the window for long enough to figure out what’s wrong with the piece of junk. This is all made about a thousand times worse knowing that there’s what amounts to a giant ice box mere metres away.

I [dicktim roadtrip WIP]

It’s unavoidable at this point, Dick is going to kill him. A full year as Robin and a man Tim caught kicking dirty clothes under his bed in response to hosting unexpected guests is going to be what does him in. Write that on his tombstone and put Dick away for murder: Tim Drake, beloved son, killed by Dick Grayson’s heart-stopping smile and infatuation with low cut necklines on a road trip to New York.

N [damitim camping trip WIP]

[Drake was a road rager.] Not just a sit-in-the-car-and-swear at bad drivers road rager, no, Drake went all in. The space between their two seats had become a danger zone, with the frequency at which Drake shoved his hand between them in order to give the finger to traffic in the rear window, and he had slammed the horn a full three times in their short hour on the freeway. Damian grips his seat belt as Drake swerves into the right lane, cutting off a completely innocent driver to come up beside the Honda previously in front of them. Damian can hear the person behind them slam on the breaks and lay down the horn loudly, but Drake pays them no mind, instead groping around the centre panel to find the window button. Once the window is down he sticks his scrawny arm out the window to make a rude gesture at the driver next to them.

Damian is unsure if Drake has always been like this; he can't quite imagine it - little seventeen year old Timothy Drake cutting off drivers in the Red Bird and racing obnoxious sports cars down the highway - but then again, he knows very little about Drake as a person. He didn't know him then, and he knows even less about the twenty-four year old sitting across from him now.

honestly most of the people i know on here have already been tagged in this so... hi mutuals if you see this and you haven't been tagged yet this is me tagging you!

if you do the WIP game your word is: CAPE

[undeaddollz]

MORE OLDER SIBLING! READER!!!

okay I got idea

what if the older sibling was bipolar, got the whole mood changing mess that is their own mental illness. Like one day they go from screaming their head off because they got irritated at some little thing to crying in the shower to just nothing then cue munching heavy on raspberries, which they find out that their little brother eats later and then the cycle repeats.

this actually happened, yesterday truthfully. I’m a menace to humanity but god damn it they fucking touched my raspberries with their sticky hands.

i love this (is also bipolar) i was gonna do victor and be normal but i feel like making angst so im doing this with henry.

i know it's different for other people so i tried to keep it vague

you were so over today. your dad hit you this morning and you had to go to school while your back felt like it was being stabbed, it hurt to fucking move. you had already snapped on your little brother a few times today, you knew you'd feel guilty later, ever since mom left henry was basically your baby, you raised that boy.

finally the last bell rung, thankfully there was no detention today as you had stopped yourself from punching a teacher in her dammed face...fuck you mrs smith. you silently cursed her bloodline as you walked through your front door, henry anxiously following behind you, butch thankfully wasn't home yet..no yelling for you and henry, you swear you could've killed butch today if he so much as looked at you wrong.

henry accidentally bumped into you and you screamed at him, causing him to just walk off to your guy's room without a word. you immediately felt like shit but you knew to leave it alone for now, you'd apologize later. you decided to take a shower.

with the water beating down on you, you thought about today and all the overwhelming emotions in your head. you couldn't choke back the sobs anymore, you just sat down in the shower, head tucked between your knees and had a good cry until you felt nothing anymore, you finished your shower and dried off, you knew you were gonna shower so you had left a spare change of clothes in the bathroom.

you sighed and walked to the room you shared with your little brother, he was laying down and you sat on his bed, you ran your fingers through his hair as you apologized, noting to tell him to take a shower later.

you two talked for what felt like eternity, he forgave you. he knew that you didn't mean to yell at him but you still apologized, telling him you shouldn't talk to him like that and that you love him, you both hugged and cried. you decided you needed some raspberries..you had one more box of em in the fridge which was perfect, once henry was laying down again you went down to the fridge to find that someone had eaten them, you tried to calm down about it but you just couldn't, you shouted, asking who had eaten your raspberries.

it was a long night in the bowers house. it always is.

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Going gold | Yuri P.

Chapter 6 | Victor and the Airport

After we got our nails done, I thought about what Mila said. She made the point of how I would only get this upset if I wanted him to like me. I don't think I like him? I guess I overreacted a little. I think I'm going to give Victor a call and see what he thinks later, but first I think I should apologize to Yuri for being an ass towards him yesterday.

I walked out of my room and took a deep breath as I knocked on his door. I looked down at the ground as I heard him tug on the handle.

"Im really sorry for being an asshole yesterday, I was in a really bad mood." I said looking up from the ground.

"It's fine, I get it" he said giving me a slight smile.

"So, we cool now?" I say hopefully.

"Yeah I guess" he replies.

"Good" I say, walking back to my room. I wish Victor were still here, but he's out in Japan with his "friend" Yuuri. I really miss him. He would always help me when I didn't understand something, and I really need his guidance right now. I sat down in my bed and pulled my phone from my pocket. I tapped on victors contact and held my phone up to my ear as it rung.

"Hello?" Victor said

"Hi Victor it's Y/N, I need your advice on something" I asked him.

"What up?" He replied

"Yesterday, Yuri invited me to watch a movie with him, I thought it was because he actually liked me and wanted to hang out, but turns out he only did it because Lilia told him too. I got really upset, and I can't figure out why" I said.

"Can you describe how you felt?" Victor added.

"It felt like my heart dropped into my stomach... I felt betrayed?" I replied.

Victor slightly laughed and said "Y/N, Im not going to tell you what I think because it's better for you to figure it out yourself. Think about Yurio and think about that heart drop feeling. When have you felt that before?".

I thought about it for a minute, and got nothing.

"Hey it's getting late here so I'm gonna go to bed alright?" Victor added

"Goodnight Victor"

"Goodnight Y/N"

Victor hung up and I couldn't help but feel like I was still in the same spot I was before.

After a long while of staring at my ceiling I decided that I was going to get no where. I rolled over and checked my phone again. It was 9:30. Time flies when your contemplating your life decisions.

I turned onto my side and shorty after I quickly fell asleep.

~ the day we leave for Paris ~

I woke up to the sound of Yuri pounding on my door.

" Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT GET UP IM GONNA BREAK DOWN YOUR DOOR" He yelled.

"Oh my god Yuri it's like 3 in the fucking morning our flight isn't until 7" I replied rubbing my eyes.

"I COULD HONESTLY CARE LESS NOW GET UP BEFORE WE MISS OUR FLIGHT" he added, walking away.

I had completely forgotten today was the day we left for Paris. I got up and loudly yawed. My room was a complete mess, there were clothes thrown everywhere and my suitcase was only half packed. Before heading downstairs to eat breakfast I fixed my issue with the suitcase and cleaned up a little. When I got down stairs I made myself a bagel and quickly ate it because I knew damn well if I took any longer Yuri would be on my ass. I took a shower and put on a comfy pair of sweat pants and a sweat shirt for the plane.  After I was done getting ready, I loaded my luggage into Lilias car and then waited on the couch until we left. Yuri was sitting across from me watching something on his phone and he was smiling.

"Watcha looking at Yuri?" I said getting up to look over his phone.

"Mind your business!" he stuttered, quickly turning his phone out of my view.

"Jeez calm down, we're you looking at a girl you like?" I said jokingly.

"Maybe I was maybe I wasn't" he said turning so the back of his phone faced me.

I felt my heart sink a little.

I frowned and silently moved away from him, retreating back to my original spot on the couch.

"Yuri, Y/N, let's go" Lilia said as she stood at the entrance of the living room.

Me and Yuri both stood up and followed her out to the car. When I stepped outside I felt the cold air engulf me. I quickly ran into lilias car and strapped on the seatbelt and turned on the heater from the back seat. Everyone got into the car shortly after, and then we were on our way to the airport. I put on my headphone and listened to some music to help pass the time, and before I knew it we had arrived. Yakov dropped us off at the airport entrance so he could go park. Lilia walked me and Yuri into the airport and over to TSA. The line was long and I was so tired I could barely stand. While we were waiting I sat down on my suitcase and went onto my phone. I checked my Instagram and saw that Yuri had viewed a few of my posts, including the shared post I had made with Mila yesterday. After a long while of waiting we finally made it through TSA with no problems. Lilia pulled me and Yuri off the the side so she could call yakov and see where he was. Apparently he was already at our gate so we headed over there. Lilia lead us around the airport for about 10 minutes before we finally made it to our destination. She got a little lost, but in the end we made it.

"Y/N , Yuri could you go get me some coffee please" Lilia asked.

"Uh sure..what kind?" I asked.

"Medium black coffee" she replied.

I grabbed my phone and started walking towards the nearest Starbucks. Yuri followed just behind me. When we got to the shop I walked up to the counter but before I could talk Yuri interrupted me.

"Can I get a grande black coffee?" He asked the cashier before turning to me and asking for my order.

"Um can i get a tall latte" I asked the cashier. He hit a few buttons and then Yuri ordered what he wanted. While he was ordering I started to pull out my wallet to pay but he stopped me.

"Cmon Yuri you don't have to pay I got it" I insisted.

"No I got it" he said handing the worker some cash.

"Cmon Yuri now I'm gonna owe you double from that one time at 7/11. Just let me pay!" I pleaded.

"You don't have to pay me back it's fine" he adds.

He then pulled me over to the side to wait for our order. I couldn't help but take slight glances at him. He looked so...sweet? I don't know how to describe it. I felt my face heat up a little bit, but thought nothing of it.

When our order came Yuri handed me my drink and took the rest. On the walk back to our gate I opened up Instagram and viewed Yuris page. Most of the pictures he had up were him at competitions, and his cats. As I was scrolling I accidentally liked one of his posts.

You would've thought I was the god damn flash with how quick I scrolled out of his profile.

A moment later i saw him pick up his phone, give a puzzled look, and look back at me.

"Why'd you like a post of me from last years Grand Prix?" He asked as we approached the gate.

"Uh no i didnt" i lied.

"Your an awful lier" He replied, continuing to walk.

Yuri gave Lilia her coffee as I sat down next to Yakov. Shortly, Yuri came back over and sat to my right. There was about an hour before our flight, so I decided to take a short nap.

[victorluvsalice]

Sims 4 Valicer Outfit Fun IV -- SDX Swimsuits Edition!

I said another one of these was coming, didn't I? XD Just in time for summer, here are some modern "lounging by the pool" swimsuit looks for the trio, created in response to the recent SDX drop of some new colors and styles of swimwear on 5/14/2024:

Victor here is showing off the new knee-length swimming trunks in a nice dark blue, along with a light blue tank top with a little dark blue front pocket detail that just made me laugh. I mean, he FEELS like the kind of guy to have a swimming outfit with a pocket for a handkerchief or something. XD Black shades and a pair of nice dull blue sandals complete the look!

Alice, meanwhile, is showing off one of the multiple feminine tops added (one of the slightly frillier ones with spaghetti straps – thought it looked the best on her) in dark blue, with a set of matching bottoms with white piping around the legs. She also sports a lovely floppy blue sunhat; some blue-framed sunglasses; and some blue-and-white sandals, perfect for lounging by the water.

And Smiler – well, uh, Smiler actually gets TWO pictures, because I didn’t realize when I designed the first outfit that it didn’t actually include the new stuff. ^^; (Though, that being said, I’d swear these short swim trunks weren’t in the catalog before either…then again, considering I’m constantly discovering shit in CAS, don’t trust me on this). But I still like this look for them – the rainbow tank top is very them, and the swim trunks come in the perfect yellow-and-black swatch to sell The Smiler theme. :D Just pair them with some yellow sandals and some gold-framed sunglasses and they are set!

And HERE’S Smiler in the explicitly new stuff, as per a check on Sims Community – same sunglasses and sandals, but they now have the new tank top in yellow, along with the knee-length trunks in yellow with some decorative black stitching. I prefer the shorter trunks because they have stronger The Smiler vibes, but I appreciate that both items have proper yellow swatches for me to use. More yellow clothes please, Sims 4!

Please enjoy your Modern!Valicer Summer vibes. :) More Chill Valicer Save stuff next week!

[ckgrouchy]

B12 headcanons even though no one asked (more random facts based than lore based)

georgie

- seems like one of those guys who make cringe pov tiktoks

- playboy type of guy

- gives "helpful" relationship advice but all his relationships either end really quickly or drag out too long

- gymbro, shows off his muscles to the other members

- tried to act all tough and cool but immediately gets flustered when someone even acts the slightest bit sweet to him

- georgie is just his nickname, he never got over how cringey it sounded especially for his whole persona, but it's what his mom call him and he can't make lose the nickname his mom gave him

tj

- seems very chill, easy to get along with

- had a very close relationship with his sister, therefore treats girls like goddesses (in other words, with respect)

- kinda insecure about his hairline so he hides it with his huge hats

- kind of guy who had bad taste in clothing, wears the most random stuff

parker

- soft baby boi

- likes to sew his own clothes (the other members make fun of him for this, but he doesn't seem to mind)

- only joined the boyband business so he could exploit his looks and earn money

- an artistic kid, he used to show his drawings to his parents (albeit they all ended up in the trash)

- extroverted growing up, so doesn't know the concept of boundaries (he's trying though)

- gives the other band members shitty nicknames based on their appearance

- had neglectful parents, therefore always trying to get attention from someone, anyone

victor

- tomboy

- doesn't have a mother so she ended the way she is today

- sort of a loudmouth, can't shut up about things she's passionate about

- had a lot of brothers, only girl in the family

- mostly wears hand me downs from her brothers

- can put up a fight if desired, once beat up an entire gang

- georgie's teaching her how to become a gymbro

abraham

- incredibly introverted, took a little while for him to settle in

- likes doing mundane activities like organising and cataloging, pretty much helps keep the group on track of upcoming tasks

- lacks in self confidence so he doesn't believe it when he achieves something really big

- boris is his best friend (can't convince me otherwise), they just fit together

- the most rational out of everyone

boris

- incredibly extroverted (even more than parker)

- one of those guys who takes sports WAY too seriously

- plays soccer (or basically any sport) with victor and always loses, despite being a self-proclaimed sports geek

- was once a member of a gang, still wears his old clothes from said gang

- no one takes him seriously and he hates it

- really close with abraham, the neutralizer to his overreacting personality

- usually the one to start fights between the band, usually over something stupid

abraham h

- GAY

- not very approachable because of his resting bitch face

- doesn't like interacting with anyone that much, just generally a silent guy (except when he's ranting or blowing up on everyone)

- the dad of the band, almost always lectures everyone on their behavior like they're children

- legit gets migraines when he sees tj's outfits for the day

- swears... a lot

- argues a lot with boris, they hate each other

constantine

- no one can convince me that he's not trans

- used to have pin straight spiky hair and hated it so much, used lots of product to get fluffy hair he wanted, though it damaged his hair a bit...

- has a reallly fancy name but just sticks to one

- when he was younger, he had a hyperfixation that involved paegants, who knows why

- definitely a queen fan, i can just see it

- used to čüt himself when he was stressed, now his scars are healing

- loves wearing oversized clothing, but hides it from the band

- had an emo phase durning high school

[nyctophile-me]

intro post:

(dividers by the incredible @saradika)

★nyc ★(she/her) ★18 ★bookworm ★love enthusiast

✰got lovesick all over my bed✰

hello hello hello! welcome to my little corner of the internet on this hell site (said with all the love i swear <33). this blog is essentially a dumping ground for all my scattered thoughts and rambles, along with things I find relatable. well, it's mostly about things i find relatable tbh. i'm very sentimental and a little bit mentally unstable so.. okay who am i kidding? very mentally unstable so some breakdowns might be in order. also f**k jkr!!

➟ basic info : •asian •18 •bilingual •funny (please let me have this) •scorpio (still skeptical with my belief) •"love" lover •adhd haver(?) •anxious always •oversharer •flirt •coffee addict •eldest daughter •gifted kid burnout •trying to be a woman in STEM •overthinker (just give me a degree in that atp) •sarcastic af •you'll be surprised to know how much stuff i have not watched •will read anything except non-fiction •queer •cannot deal with confrontation •may oftentimes make inappropriate jokes •procrastinator (another degree right there) •easy to please •gets obsessed with things pretty easily •will shit talk with you all you want •overanalyser •pinch of grammar nazi sometimes •pathological people pleaser who doesn't want anyone to see her •may get over shit quite fast •has a new crush everyday •15 wives and counting •if we're mutuals we're besties already ➟ interests : •people •music •books •playing guitar •making people listen to songs i like •ranting about anything and everything •making my own theories about stuff •character analysis •poetry •classics especially •rewatching the same four shows over and over again •keysmashing •eating food •making playlists •scrolling on pinterest/tumblr •sleeping •researching random shit on the internet •maths •computer science •hating physics (i'm sorry it sucks) •plotting revenge (which i'll never be following through with) •spending a tonne of my time looking at expensive aesthetic clothes that i can never afford •looking at pictures of renee rapp and asking them (read: her) to marry me over and over •collecting wives (okay i'm sorry wifeys that sounds very objectifying ilysm) •going over conversations that have already happened in my head and making myself sound better •yearning ➟stuff i love : »music •taylor swift •maisie peters •lana del rey •gracie abrams •niall horan •julien baker •phoebe bridgers •lucy dacus •boygenius •the 1975 •olivia rodrigo •renee rapp •arctic monkeys •lizzy mcalpine •hozier •chappell roan •ed sheeran •the neighbourhood •cigarettes after sex •billie eilish •the national •bon iver •sabrina carpenter •girl in red •lorde •ariana grande •5 seconds of summer •conan gray •ricky montgomery •the lumineers •bleachers •shreya ghoshal •arijit singh •ar rahman •shankar-ehsaan-loy •mohit chauhan •sanam •md rafi •kishore kumar •lata mangeshkar •asha bhosle •mukesh •pankaj udhas •jagjit singh •pritam »books •book lovers •beach read •happy place •people we meet on vacation •the picture of dorian gray •pride and prejudice •emma •sense and sensibility •wuthering heights •the diary of a young girl •the murder of roger ackroyd •and then there were none •the fault in our stars •i fell in love with hope •the harry potter series •the seven husbands of evelyn hugo •heartstopper •boyfriend material •murder on the orient express •the mysterious affair at styles •the kiss quotient etc. etc. (can you tell i have a versatile taste? also, emily henry is my auto-buy author and agatha christie is the queen of crime. hercule poirot is the better detective. argue with the wall pls.) »movies/shows •brooklyn nine-nine •friends •never have i ever •love, victor •fleabag •dead poets society •the theory of everything •bridgerton •poor things •derry girls •barbie •la la land •harry potter movies •red, white and royal blue •enola holmes •mean girls •legally blonde •the princess diaries •emma •pride and prejudice •heartstopper •little women •k3g •any srk movie basically •badhai do •shubh mangal zyada savdhan etc. etc. ➟DNI - racists, ableists, ED-promoting blogs, pedophiles, people younger than 13, empty/untitled blogs (y'all might be bots idk), jkr supporters/anyone affiliated with jkr, haters, zoophiles, anti-palestinians, misogynists/misandrists, fatphobes, homophobic people, transphobes, xenophobes etc. and anyone else who fits into that majority!!

(thankyou for reading all of that, can't believe i wrote it <33)