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pat murray, its a post game party with the boys, however pat and his s/o have passed out on the couch (or floor) in each other’s arms,,, feel free to elaborate on this idk sdkj

first post and it’s for soft boy pat?? it’s what he deserves also i suck at sports talk omg i’m sorry no one drag me ajsnsjkn

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the d-backs had just won their third game in a row and the boys were all celebrating at ty’s house. drinks were flowing, music was playing, laughter was ringing. everyone was having a good time. you and pat had long separated yourselves from the rest of the group, finding yourselves on a small couch inside the house while the party raged outside in the backyard. 

pat had an arm around you, hand tracing circles on your bicep. his other hand held the bottle of beer that he was nursing. you had your head on his chest as you laughed at his stories.

“garvey really said that to the ump?” you said through short giggles.

“yeah. he walked straight up to him, looked him in the eye and told him that he was gonna take his job if he didn’t stop giving bad calls.” 

“i really wanna know how garvey manages to be that confident all the time. it’s probably life-changing.” 

“yeah, not second-guessing yourself all the time would be fucking amazing.” 

his wistful tone made you look up at him. pat took a swig of his beer and tried to push all the insecurities out of his head but those pesky thoughts got the better of him. he closed his eyes and took another long gulp of his drink. you noticed how his grip on you tightened all of a sudden.  

“you were amazing today.” you told him.

“i didn’t even get a hit today, babe.” 

“but you did throw hard enough to get those two players out and that’s pretty impressive.” you held the hand that was on your shoulder. pat laughed at your explanation.

“you really don’t know how baseball works, do you?” 

“not really but i love watching you play and seeing you get so excited about it.”

“i appreciate that. and you.” pat squeezed your hand and kissed the top of your head. he kept his lips pressed against your skin, wanting to stay close to you. the easy rise and fall of his chest made you feel utterly relaxed. you closed your eyes and focused on the slow circles pat was rubbing on the back of you hand. soon enough, you found yourself drifting off. a combination of the exhaustion from the standing in the sun the whole day and the effects of the alcohol you were drinking, making you sleepy.

pat felt your hold on his hand loosen and he glanced down, seeing your slumbering form. he placed the bottle on the floor and laid down across the couch, bringing you with him. you stirred from your sleep but pat’s gentle shushing pulled you back into deep sleep. with the steady beat of pat’s heart as a soundtrack to your dreams as you pressed your face against his chest. pat held you in his arms like he was cradling a porcelain doll. then weariness started to come over him as well and pat allowed himself to succumb to his body’s need for sleep.

the drunk bodies of vinnie, palacco, and maz stumbled into the house, looking for more ice. they were loud and made so much noise that it roused pat from his short-lived nap. he tried to ignore their loud noises and simply wrapped his arms around you tighter.

“hey, where’d murray go?” vinnie asked his friends. “haven’t seen him all night.”

“i don’t know.” mazz replied as he pulled out the big bag of ice from the fridge. “probably left early.”

palacco unsteadily walked to where he assumed the bathroom would be and found himself in the living room. he stopped in his tracks when he found you laying comfortably on pat’s chest. he smirked. “hey guys i found murray!”

the other two men followed palacco’s voice and stifled their laughter when they saw pat clinging onto you like a koala.

“aww, look how cute they are.” vinnie cooed dramatically at the couple.

“vinnie you’re so loud!” palacco basically screamed. “they’re trying to sleep!”

pat stopped pretending to be asleep and checked to see if you woke up. you were thankfully still asleep, clinging onto his shirt and nuzzling against the fabric. he smiled a bit before glaring at his friends.

“get the fuck out.” he mouthed at them. vinnie and palacco pouted at him childishly while maz silently chuckled at the whole exchange. pat held out one arm and flipped them off. the movement made you stir a bit.

“patty…” you mumbled in your sleep.

“i’m here, angel. go back to sleep.” he told you softly. you moved yourself up a bit and placed your head in the crook of his neck, shifting to make yourself comfortable and fell back asleep easily. pat kissed the top of your head and told his friends off one last time before the trio finally left the couple alone.

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#pat murray imagine #pat murray x reader #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #pat murray #joe mazzello #undrafted

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"Elk Centaur" by Francois Lelong

Stevens Point Sculpture Park, Wisconsin, USA

#Law vibes holy shit #That's them right there

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I can't stop thinking about this!!!

coriolanus snow is a softie

coriolanus snow never dreamed that he would end up in a situation like this. throughout his years at the academy, he has tried his best to uphold the snow name, refusing to allow the demise of his father and agonizing days of war to strip him of the power his name held. by ways of his astounding intelligence and stoic facade, he has allowed himself to maintain a reputable relationship with both his peers and his superiors. despite his hardships, he has fought to preserve the reputation of himself and his family in and around the capitol, while continuing to appear resilient and irrepressible to his dear family, striving to work hard to ensure a comfortable future for both him and his blood. anyone asked would describe the boy as a strong, driven, impassive, disciplined young man. none would label the boy as soft.

until now.

here lies coriolanus snow, inside your bedroom, a very pink bedroom at that, head in your lap and just on the verge of nodding off as you caress your fingers through his silky blond hair. if anyone were to catch him in this state, pink sheets draped around his large frame, girlish plushies at his feet, on the brink of sleep as you read to him, he would surely never hear the end of it. but he truly cannot find it in himself to care, the only thoughts currently running through his head are about how much he loves you, how lucky he is to have someone as sweet and patient as you. someone who takes his mind off of all the stresses and pressures that plague him daily.

“coryo? are you still listening, sweetheart?” you asked with the slightest chuckle, both partially amused at his pliant state and also thankful that he has the opportunity for well-deserved leisure.

he replied with a soft hum. “’m awake, pretty,” he mumbled, “keep going.”

you let out a soft giggle, flipping the page to begin the next chapter. “ok, let me know when you want me to stop, yeah?”

if it was up to coriolanus, he would never have you stop. he longs to stay with you like this until the sun burns out.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coryo snow #coryo x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #tom blyth #snow x reader #coriolanus fluff #coryo fluff

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imaging sej being so hard in the middle of the night that he just starts fucking reader (she’s given consent to be woken up like this ofc) and she ends up squirting on his cock

UUGGHHHHH YESSSS

(also apologies for how late this was, I deadass forgot to post it-)

cw: fem!reader, somnophilia (consensual), pussy eating, p in v, squirting, still pretty tame, soft!Sej at the end (he’s literally so sweet I’m not ok)

smut- mdni

It wasn’t his fault you looked so fucking sexy while you slept practically naked- he couldn’t help but have dreams about you on his cock, and of course after such dreams he woke up painfully hard, desperate for your touch.

Sejanus knew that it wasn't wrong, you had consented to this and had reassured him on multiple occasions that this was something you wanted. But still now as he ran his palm over your ass, slipping the thin cotton panties off your body looking at your limp nude form he felt a hint of guilt, this felt like such a dirty act- you were so unaware of what he was doing, a part of that almost turned him on more.

He shifted you onto your back, taking care to not wake you, and began to caress down your body. Starting from between your collarbones he softly placed kisses down your front, occasionally pausing to leave light bruises. Continuing downwards, he slid his hands from where they were resting on your waist to hold your thighs open.

Even when you were unconscious of what was happening and he was so hard it hurt, Sejanus made sure to take care of you first so that everything was as pleasurable for you as it was for him. Lowering his face eye level with your cunt, he tentatively licked up your slit, eyes on your face to look for any signs you might wake with his motions. Satisfied seeing you remain in a deep sleep, he dipped further into your core, switching between tracing on your clit and fucking your entrance with his tongue . His fingers eventually replaced his mouth, gently scissoring to prepare your tight pussy for his cock.

Under his large hands your thighs attempt to move together, a strained whimper leaving your lips. His fingers moved faster, the crude sound filling his ears and the near silent room. Letting out a choked moan as you came on his tongue and fingers, Sej’s gaze locked on your face watching your mouth fall open, brows scrunching together. He fully expected you to stir but to his surprise after your orgasm passed, your body and tense expression relaxed, returning to a state of tranquil rest.

Not removing his hand from your thigh, he began to pump himself slowly, eyes rolling back with relief it finally gave him. Running his thumb over the now-purple tip, he guided himself to your entrance. His hand flew over his mouth to muffle himself when he gradually pressed into you, despite there being no reason to.

As he pushed further into you, slowly to reduce any discomfort it may cause. He leaned forward slightly, now buried completely in your cunt, he pressed his forehead to yours, relishing the feeling.

After a moment he rocks his hips in an experimental thrust, causing your back to arch. He continued the slow rhythm, trying his hardest to be gentle but eventually he lost himself to the pleasure. As his pace grew sloppy, and lust driven he didn’t notice your eyes flutter open, hands moving behind his head to rest on strong shoulders. A cross between a whimper and a moan fell from your lips, leading his gaze to your face, eyes meeting yours. God you looked so fucking gorgeous like this- eyes glassy, brows pulled together, lips parted, breathy whines escaping them. The way you were clenching around him- he could tell you were close.

“Fuck fuck fuck Sej-“ nails digging into his shoulder blades a cry taking your next words, pussy pulsating around his cock, squirting onto his pelvis and your thighs- coating where you were connected in slick. His release came not even a minute later, painting your inner walls white. You both stayed there a moment, just feeling each other in a sexual embrace.

Eventually he slowly pulls out, watching his cum leak out of you. He lets out a shaky breath, admiring the sight before turning to start a bath.

“Sej wait, stay please?” Reaching out to him, doe eyes looking up at him.

“Baby we have to get you cleaned up” he couldn’t help a small smile from playing on his lips, amused by your clinginess.

“Noo we can do that later” drawing out the ends of your words, lips twisting into a pout. If there was one thing Sejanus was not, it was immune to your pleas. Despite his better judgment and knowledge that you both had to get up in the morning, he returned to the bed, sitting to let you climb into his lap. Curling against his chest, he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on top of your head, hand reaching to play with your hair.

He sat like this for a while until he heard your soft breathing slow, turning into deep inhales. Carefully he shifted your body off of his, retrieving a damp washcloth and cleaning your inner thighs and stomach- brushing the hair off of your forehead before lying down next to you again to spoon you. He falls asleep like that, holding you close to his chest, chin in your hair,a smile on his lips, entirely content with his girl.

——————————————————————— wrote this while blasting take me back to eden (stan sleep token) at midnight so it’s probably not very good but i needed to post sm so here😭

#sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth smut #sejanus smut #sejsnus plinth x reader smut #Sejanus x reader smut #Tbosas #tbosas x reader #tbosas x reader smut #The ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader smut

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She’s a good girl- Masterlist

This is my newest murderer! Ben Hardy series requested by the amazing @peterquillzsblog I hope everyone is going to enjoy, feedback is always lovely.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez @jonesyaddiction @ambi-and-sunflowers @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @peterquillzsblog @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh

Series taglist: @onceuponadetectivedemigod @lelifesaver

Summary: (Y/n) is a good girl from a church-going family that is very oppressive and her brother, Joe, is trying to put Ben behind bars. But when (Y/n) starts to fall for the dangerous killer, things get complicated.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

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Napping With Snowjanus

napping with coryo and sej would be the most wonderful feeling ever. so here are some headcanons when taking a nap with the boys!!

• when napping with snowjanus, it would be either at your apartment or sejanus’s apartment always

• one day at your apartment, sejanus was busy with his dad so it was just you and coryo

• and coryo was clinging to you like a koala

• but like you were the little spoon

• so he had his face buried in your neck, his legs on top of yours, his chest pressed against your back with his arm around your waist

• and eventually the two of you fell asleep

• you woke up briefly to the bed dipping

• and you realize sejanus was there when he laid down next to you

• he would kiss you’re forehead, telling you to go back to sleep

• and then take he would wrap an arm around you, taking coryo’s hand in his

• and then intertwine his legs with yours and coryo’s

• and then you guys are kinda just in one big pile of cuddles

• with you in the middle ofc

• so naturally you fell back to sleep

• you didnt wake up until a few hours later when the sun was setting

• coryo was already awake, petting your hair sleepily

• and sejanus woke up not too long after

• and the three of you just stayed like that until your stomachs started growling

• napping with snowjanus is just so cute

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #snowjanus smut #snowjanus x reader #coriolanus x you x sejanus #coriolanus x sejanus x reader #thg tbosas #thg #tbosas

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(From Bri's Instagram stories)

#brian may #queen #queen band #brian harold may #brian #I have more questions than I did about the pajamas yesterday but I imagine we'll learn more soon enough asdfghjkl #and in the meantime I just needed these on my blog because he's stupidly adorable here #with his giant teddy and his wall of amps fksgdkdjzjxnxns #snug as a bug #in a rug

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Omfg, this is the sweetest story I have ever read. Please read this omg

Kiss Me Better - Sejanus Plinth x GN!Reader

Summary: When a certain sweet little boy offers to share his candy with you on the school yard, you find yourself with a lifelong best friend. What happens when these feelings of friendship melt into deeper feelings as you both grow older? An unfortunate event causes these two best friends to get closer than ever before, making your heart flutter.

Pairing: (Childhood bestfriends! To Lovers!)Sejanus Plinth x GN!reader, (platonic!)Clemensia Dovecote x GN!reader

Warnings: None, fluff, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: Clemensia may be OOC, I modelled Reader's interactions with her after myself and my own best friend

Accepting that you had fallen in love with sweet Sejanus Plinth, your childhood best friend was not easy. From the time you both met, Sejanus had been a constant and welcome presence in your life. One of you two always trailing after the other, hot on each other’s heels. The pair of you could often be found pouring over books in the library, comparing what you had read versus what you had not. Or, you could be found at a small cafe on the Corsus, sharing a sweet pastry or sipping tea and studying.

With the frequency of your hangouts, and the fact that you had few other friends, it was impossible for the other Academy students not to notice and gossip. You had grown accustomed to hushed whispers and jeers directed at the both of you. After all, what business does someone from the Capitol have with a District transplant who makes a display of his disdain of the very place he lives? You found that befriending Sejanus Plinth has been a lonely experience, isolating you from many, but not all of your peers. However, it only made the bond you two had stronger.

A hand slapped your shoulder, and a shrill voice called out “Tag! You’re it!” From behind you. Clemensia Dovecote sped off, her jet black hair flying out from behind her. You watched her climb up the iron monkey bars and perch at the top, flashing you a crooked smile. She had just lost her two front teeth, leaving a large gap in her smile. To you, she was the coolest girl in school. 

“You have to chase us now!” She yelled at you from her spot on the monkey bars. You hadn’t even been in this game of tag, but you took this as an invitation. Not wanting to disappoint her, you took off, running full tilt to the group of children. You picked the easiest target, Felix Ravinstill, and chased after him. You weaved in and around the play structure, dodging large beams and the occasional rogue ball. While Felix didn’t have speed on his side, he had fast reflexes and was quick at evading your every attempt at catching him.

Felix leapt onto the pavement, running straight through a game of foursquare. You dodged the wonky chalk barrier marking the borders of the pitch as the players yelled at Felix for ruining the game. Felix rounded a hard corner. You sped up, the collar of his shirt almost within reach.

“Get him!” Clemensia cheered. Your head snapped in her direction, she was beginning to climb down from the monkey bars. The momentary loss of focus resulted in your shoe colliding and hooking under a rock on the yard. You sprawl forward. You had just enough time to put your hands out and prevent your fall before you hit the pavement hard. You yelped out in pain, your knees and hands hot from the impact. You barely registered that you’re crying until Clemensia runs up to you, teacher in tow. A crowd had begun forming around you, and you found yourself crying thick, hot tears. The teacher helped you up, offering kind words of encouragement as students gathered asking if you’re okay. The tears that started didn’t seem to stop, and you sobbed a little harder looking at the state of your bloodied knees.

 And so the game of tag abruptly ended. Nobody on the schoolyard blamed you, of course, but you found yourself sitting out for the rest of recess. You sat cross-legged on the hot pavement holding a large wad of gauze to your bleeding knee and sniffling occasionally. You stared off at the play structure, watching the others go down the slides and run around. You don’t think anyone thought too much of it, but the embarrassment you still had over the situation hung thick around you.

A shadow above you blocked out the beating sun, and two little legs obscured your view of the play structure. You looked up, squinting a little.

“Hi,” said an unfamiliar voice. Your eyes focused on the shape in front of you. Sejanus Plinth, the new boy who just arrived from District 2 stood above you. He was well-fed, dark curls above his eyes and his chubby hands clutched a bag of colourful, sugary gumdrops.

“I saw you fall,” He stated. Great. Someone else who saw your tumble. You said nothing, did he come here to make fun of you?

“Want some?” He asks, shoving his bag of candy in your face. You were a little shocked at his blunt kindness. You had not spoken to Sejanus since his arrival at the Capitol a month ago. His arrival was instantly marked with hostility and distaste from other students. The others in your class rejected him entirely, opting to make him the object of their bullying, leaving Sejanus utterly friendless. You never participated in the bullying, but you never stopped it. You were simply indifferent, and maybe that made you complicit.

“Sure,” You sniffled, and wiped leftover tears from under your eyes. Sejanus moved to your left and sat beside you up against the grey concrete wall of the school. He ruffled through the bag, placing a bright blue gumdrop in your palm. You plopped it in your mouth, its sweetness enveloping your tongue. While your family wasn’t poor, the war had been rough on your family. Candy and sweets were only for birthdays and special occasions now.

“I’m Sejanus by the way,” The boy smiled, sticking out a chubby hand, waiting for you to shake it. You’d met enough of your mother’s coworkers to know what to do. You awkwardly reached out and shook his hand and returned the greeting. His hand was sticky.

“You ran really fast out there,” He said, reaching into the bag and grabbing a gumdrop for himself. 

“Thanks,” Your voice broke a little, tears still threatening to spill. Sejanus looked down at your hands, trailing his gaze to your knees, Bloody scrapes littered them, pieces of gravel still stuck to your left side. He reached forward and brushed it off for you.

“Do you wanna play hide and seek?” He asked, turning towards you.

“Can’t,” You sniffled. “M’knee hurts.”

Sejanus thought about this for a moment. A look of deep concentration washed over his soft, round features. 

“Want me to kiss it better?” He asked, his voice filled with innocence. 

“What?” You asked, a little shocked. “A kiss,” he repeated. “When I fall and get sad, my Ma kisses me better.”

Before you can say anything, he leans down, placing a feathery kiss to your knee, lips barely grazing your skin.

“There, now you’ll get better!” He smiled sweetly. It was contagious, a small grin crept up your lips in return. Sejanus rummaged in his pocket for a moment before he pulled out a packet of cards.

“Wanna play go fish?” He asked eagerly.

“I don’t know how to play,” You said quietly. Sejanus thought for a moment. “We can make a card tower if you want?” Now that, you could do.

“Sure!” You chirped. Sejanus’s joy was infectious. He spent the rest of the recess making you laugh, cheering every time you both successfully added another level to your tower. When the bell rang signaling the end of recess, you quickly knocked your 4-level tower down and helped Sejanus put the cards away. 

“Thanks for playing with me today!” You smiled, a new spring in your step, your injured knee long-forgotten about.

“Do you wanna play together tomorrow?” Sejanus asked, looking down at the ground. You knew he was used to people not wanting to play with him, let alone be near him.

“Of course!” You beamed at him and lined up behind Coriolanus Snow. Some of the other students shot you dirty looks, seething that you would associate with a District boy. You paid it no mind, however. You were just happy to have a brand new friend to play with.

It's funny how tripping on the school yard completely altered the course of your life. A familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“If I have to write one more paper for Dr. Gaul, I think I’m going to drop out and join the Peacekeepers.” Sejanus sigh, tapping your shoulder from behind. You glance up and follow him with your eyes as he sits across from you in the dining hall. 

“Don’t,” you groan in mock annoyance. “Who else will I have to annoy and pester during class?” you say, knitting your eyebrows together in concern.

“I’ll talk to Coriolanus, I’m sure he can annoy you at least once a day,” Sejanus smirks, pulling his notebook from his satchel. You tut and roll your eyes. Sejanus rests his elbow on the white marble table, placing his head in his hands as he skims his notes. His dark curly hair falls over his forehead, largely obscuring his face. His cheeks look soft, lips pursed as he concentrates. His baby fat from childhood had now melted away and made room for a strong, muscular build that differed from the usual physique of Capitol boys. Sejanus definitely looked District, but maybe that’s why you found him so attractive now.

“Are we still going to the White Pony?” He asks, referencing one of the restaurants you both frequented. He never looked up from his notes. Good, he didn’t see you staring. Your eyes snap down towards your lap, making it look as though you are utterly engrossed with your red cloth napkin that you're playing with in your hands.

“Can’t today,” you sigh, leaning back in the hard dining hall chair. “Clemensia and I are meeting for coffee.” Your eyes drift around the cafeteria. The low light of the late afternoon cast shadows across the pristine white floors, bathing everything in a golden light. A few stragglers from the day remained in the cafeteria, chatting and reviewing notes, much like you and Sejanus were.

“That’s unfortunate,” he said, only glancing up at you momentarily. The single beam of orange light from the large arched window behind you illuminated his eyes perfectly. The caramel-coloured specks in his eyes lit up only for a moment.

“I was hoping I could show you some of the renovations they did.”

Now you feel guilty. You cursed yourself internally for making spur of the moment plans for a coffee date with Clemensia.

“I’m sorry Sej, tomorrow?” You ask, your voice softening. His eyes flick up to your face momentarily at the use of the nickname. Only you called him that. You reach your hand forward and stroke his wrist, covered by the crimson fabric of the Academy jacket you both wear. He lifts his head up, smiling at you, but visibly unhappy. You’ve known Sejanus for almost 10 years now, and you know when your best friend-turned-crush is upset.

“How can I make it up to you?” You loosen your grip on his wrist and trail your hand downwards to his fingertips, tapping yours against them gently as a comforting gesture.

“You can’t,” he groaned. “I will never forgive you for this,” He slumps forward, touching his head to your hand. His curly brown hair feels so soft tickling against your hand. “I see your loyalties lie elsewhere, I’m devastated,” he sighs, voice muffled and shaking as if he is on the verge of tears. You’d be tempted to believe it, if it were not for the fact that you can feel his lips smiling into your palm as he speaks. You choose to play along with his pretend outrage.

“Oh no! This really is terrible! I am so upset that Sejanus Plinth, my oldest and best friend, hates me!” You spoke almost too loudly. Two ginger-haired boys nearby shot you a glare, but you quickly disregarded it. “How ever will I regain his trust?” You ask, voice dripping in sarcasm and a smile creeping up your lips. Sejanus kept his head pressed in your hand, his shoulders shaking as he attempted to stifle his laughter. You continue.

“Maybe…” You hesitate for a moment. “Maybe I can bring in one of my chocolate muffins? Would he forgive me then?”

Sejanus’s head snaps up, beaming at you. “Deal.” He laughs. You giggle in return. Sejanus loves your baking, often saying it was almost as good as his Ma’s baking. That was high praise for you, always hoping you can outdo Ma Plinth but never fully succeeding.

You squeeze his hand gently before removing it. Your heart flutters at the loss of contact, wishing you could have that connection for even a moment longer.

“I have to get going,” you say, moving to get up, Sejanus stands too. You smooth out the wrinkles of your jacket and shirt. “Clemensia is going to kill me if I’m late again.”

“I don’t think you’ve been on time to anything in your whole life,” Sejanus smiles at you, teasing you. He picks up your bag as well as his own.

“You are so rude! I don’t know why I put up with you!” You gasp, laughing as you give him a playful shove, walking out the swinging white doors of the cafeteria and down the hall.

“Probably because you love me,” Sejanus laughs. You could tell it was supposed to be a joke but you feel your breath hitch in your throat. He knew? How did he know? Who told him? His words echo through the high ceilings of the hall and your mouth opens and closes like a fish. Sejanus sensed the shift in atmosphere and his laughter died out too. 

You muster a dry chuckle.

“Yeah,” you smile. “Something like that.” The tension in the air still hangs thick between you. Sejanus stares down at his shoes, shifting his weight between one foot and the other awkwardly. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

“Thanks for carrying my bag!” You chirp, trying to diffuse the tension. You reach and grab the brown satchel off his shoulder, pulling it close. Before he can speak, you glance at the watch on your wrist. 

“I really have to get going, I am officially dead to Clemensia,” you muster a nervous laugh. He chuckles half-heartedly in return. “Yeah. I should get home too,” he said softly. You turn and wave goodbye to him, before starting at a quick pace down the hall. Sejanus’s booming voice shouts out from behind you.

“Don’t forget the muffins!” He calls, cupping his hands over his mouth. The high intricate ceiling of the hall echoes his words.

“Muffins! Muffins! Muffins!”

You smile, not turning back to face him. “I won’t!” You yell back, before ducking into the stairwell. 

Exiting the school, you gasped in the crisp spring air. The embarrassment hit you a second time. 

“Idiot!” You curse yourself, slapping your temples as you march down the road.

…

“Oh my god, you didn’t,” Clemensia claps a hand over her mouth. “No, you’re messing with me, you didn’t,” She gasps in disbelief. You offer her a wonky smile as an answer. “Oh my god, you’re serious,” She sighs, running her hands through her raven hair, eyes wide. Clemensia had become a close friend of yours after that day on the playground - one of your only other friends aside from Sejanus. Coincidentally, she was the only person who knew of your huge crush on him.

“I’m so worried he’s going to hate me, Clemmie,” You sigh, waving your hand in dismissal, but accidentally almost knocking your rose tea over. You caught it before it fell, taking an awkward sip. “I don’t know why I froze up, I know he meant it in a friendly way.”

Clemensia picked up her latte, a look of concentration etched on her face. She pauses for a moment, the chatter in the warm cafe filling the silence.

“I don’t think you messed anything up,” she speaks slowly, lowering her cup. Her red lipstick is smudged against the dainty china. “But I do think you have to be careful. He probably won’t think too much about it, but if he reads too much into it, he’ll get suspicious.” She says pointedly. You groan and cover your eyes with your hands. For the last two years, you had successfully kept your crush on Sejanus under wraps. You already showed physical affection to one another through playful nudges, hugs and you would even occasionally hold hands. And it satisfied you for a while, content with the limited physical affection. But as time passed, Sejanus grew more into his features, and his demeanor only got sweeter, and suddenly affection between friends was insufficient. You found yourself lying awake at night dreaming about him, wondering what it would feel like to have his body pressed against yours, drifting off to sleep together. More than anything, you wanted to know if those soft pink lips felt as gentle on yours as you had imagined.

“Promise me you won’t tell a soul,” you peak up at her from your hands, glaring slightly. Clemensia laughs, her dark eyes crinkling at the corners. Her laughter was a sweet sound.

“I promise,” she said, kicking you gently under the table. "When have I ever told anyone? I might make you start paying me to keep a secret, though," She winks. You roll your eyes playfully. Clemensia looks to the side, gazing off at the art and floral arrangements in the elegant cafe. A devilish grin appeared across her face. “If things between you and Sejanus don’t work out, you could always try that guy over there instead,” she pointed to her right, her finger obscured by her latte cup. You know the drill, you crane your neck, pretending to stretch and follow Clemensia’s gaze and finger with your eyes. You snap back into place. “Clemensia, he’s old!” You whisper-yell at her. She snorts with laughter as the old man dressed in tweed in the corner she pointed to is none the wiser to the interaction.

…

“So I told Festus that if he so much as looks at me again, I’m going to report him to the Dean and have him sent to what’s left of District 13 myself,” Clemensia jokes as you walk around the Capitol park. She had insisted you go for an evening stroll through the park. The sun has set now, and the only light to be found in the park is that from the dim street lights. Crickets nestled in the bushes and dewy grass chirp their song into the evening. While the students’ overall opinion of you is not favourable at the Academy, you were thankful for having Clemensia by your side. It was nice having at least one friend who wasn’t complicated the same way Sejanus was.

“God, do you think Festus'll try anything again?” You giggle, cocking an eyebrow as you walk around the park together, gravel crunching under every step. “Doubt it,” she smirked. “Consider it handled.”

You round a corner, approaching some sleeping ducks, the moon shining bright over the pond, casting its reflection into the water. Further down the path, a tall figure stands, skipping stones into the water. They bounce one, two, three times before sinking with a loud plop. The dim street lamps provide no light where the figure stands, surrounding him in mystery.

“Who’s even out this late?” Clemensia said, judging the figure ahead of you. You turned to her, staring blankly into her eyes.

“Us, Clemmie. We’re also out this late.” You said flatly, Clemensia rolled her eyes. “Do you think maybe he’s a murderer, preying on unsuspecting people in the park?” She grabbed your shoulders, startling you. Your heart pounds a bit harder in your chest at her actions.

“If he is, I’m pushing you and running,” you tease her, smirking. She laughs loudly. You had been so engrossed in the conversation with her that you failed to notice the winding root of a willow tree poking out of the pathway. 

“Careful!” Clemensia yelled, trying to get your attention. It was too late, your foot had already hooked underneath the root and sent you flying forward. You lift your hands quickly to protect your face and you hit the gravel of the path below with a loud thud. You slide on impact, loose gravel flying everywhere.

“Are you okay?” Clemensia shrieks. If the figure was a murderer, he was definitely coming for you now. The sound of rapid footsteps comes pounding up to you. A familiar voice calls out your name in panic. Glancing up from your position on the floor, you saw Sejanus running up to you from a distance. So that’s who the dark figure was. You groan, partially from pain and partially from the situation you just got yourself into with him. You glance over at Clemensia as she tries grabbing your arm, attempting to help you up. You mouth the words “help me,” to her. She only stifles a laugh, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “You’ll be fine, you still have your humour.” You really don't want him to see you like this, especially not after such an embarrassing fall. You groan again as she tries lifting you a little higher. The pounding of Sejanus’s footsteps stops abruptly and you feel a second arm snake around your waist. 

“I’ve got you,” Sejanus whispers softly as he lifts you. His face pressed into the side of your head as he lifts you, breathing softly against your hair. He's stronger than Clemensia, helping you to your feet with ease. You stand, but your knee buckles under you. Sejanus catches you, firmly holding your waist in place with his arm. “C’mon, over there,” You hear him say to Clemensia, he cocks his head gesturing to the bench nearby. You hobble over to the bench, both of your friends holding you up. With every step, you feel a sharp sting in your knee, shooting up your body. You wonder how bad it looks. You hadn’t even had the chance to assess the damage before your friends rushed to your aid.

Clemensia helps you lower yourself onto the wooden park bench as Sejanus sits beside you. He gently lifts your leg and pulls it onto his lap as he sits to elevate it.

“Guys, it's really not that big of a deal,” you groan. You feel your face flush darker at all the extra attention.

“Let me just look,” Sejanus mumbles, pulling something out of his bag. “Can you even see in this light?” You ask incredulously, raising an eyebrow at him. “Mhmm,” he mumbles again. “This will sting.”

Before you even have time to process, a sharp burn hits your knee. Rubbing alcohol. You hiss through gritted teeth, throwing your head back. Sejanus has a look of absolute concentration on his face, his head lowered close to your knee. As you suspected, he couldn’t see well, but the idea of him trying to help you regardless makes your heart beat a little faster.

“I… I just remembered I have a paper for Professor Click due tomorrow.” Clemensia stutters, awkwardly taking a step back from you.

“What? No we don’t!” You exclaim, staring at her open-mouthed.

“Well, it's an extra credit paper!” Clemensia gazes down at her feet, starting off down the path.

“I want extra credit!” You call after her.

“No you don’t!” She yells back, you could barely see her wink in the dim light of the path, giving you a thumbs-up gesture. What a jerk. You'll be sure to give her a piece of your mind tomorrow. You roll your eyes and chuckle slightly as she takes off out of sight. Your focus falls back on Sejanus. You see that the red Academy pants you wear are ripped open, blood coating your knee. You gasp a little at the sight. Sejanus picks up on this, still tending to your knee.

“It looks worse than it is,” he said, attempting to reassure you. You sigh, tilting your head back. The budding tree above your head rustles, and the rushing water of the duck pond calms your nerves slightly.

“I’m sorry,” you start. “I didn’t mean to ruin your evening. I didn’t even know you’d be here.”

Sejanus chuckled softly. “You could never ruin anything. I’m just happy to see my best friend.” You swallow hard. ‘Friend.’ Yeah. Because you two are friends and little else.

“I’m happy to see you too,” you swallow. Sejanus dabs at the blood on your knee with his handkerchief, rummaging through his satchel some more. “It’s like we’re kids again,” you whisper quietly, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Hm?” Sejanus mumbles, concentrating on tending to you. “The playground, when we were eight,” you mumble. Sejanus laughs softly. “Yeah, it is actually.” Silence washes over you two again. He was so warm beside you, giving a little extra heat in the cool spring night. An owl hoots softly in the distance as Sejanus reaches into your pant leg to wrap gauze around your knee. You think back to the day you properly met him. How sweet and innocent he was, providing a childish love to you, who had never shown him the same courtesy until that moment on the pavement. The tears gather at your eyelashes, not yet spilling. He’s so attentive to you, face scrunched in concentration as he finishes dressing your knee.

“You forgot something,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. Sejanus lifted his head, giving you his full attention.

“What did I forget?” He asks, leaning his elbow against the back of the bench. You can just make out a sweet smile on his face in the moonlight. A single tear trails down your cheek, he looks perfect. Sejanus leans forward, wiping it away, rough hands caressing your face. You lean into his touch.

“You always kiss it better,” you say quietly. Sejanus lets out a low laugh. “Where does it hurt?” He asks, his voice matching your volume. You choke up and point to your knee. Sejanus chuckles, adjusting himself on the bench. He leans down, gently bending your leg at the knee and places a soft kiss to the fabric of the gauze enveloping your leg. You feel the slight pressure of his lips and sigh, content.

“Anywhere else?” He whispers playfully. You nod slightly, stretching out your lightly scraped hands and forearms.

“Here.” You say flatly. Sejanus sits up, shuffling closer to you on the bench. His arm wraps around your waist and pulls your body a little closer to him on the bench. He gently takes your hands in his, bringing them up to his pink lips. He kisses your fingertips gently, smooth lips touching the pads of your fingers. He presses one, two, three, four, five kisses to the tip of each finger, before repeating on the other hand. Your eyes flutter shut, and another tear rolls down your cheek. 

Sejanus brings the palm of your hands up to his mouth, his lips ghosting over them before pressing his mouth gently onto your palms over and over again. The contact stings slightly, but that melts away quickly, your body relaxing into his touch.

You barely register as he pulls the arms of your shirt and jacket up to reveal your slightly scraped forearms. He kisses your arms, starting at the wrists and gradually working his way up to the elbow. You feel your eyes glaze over and your breathing becomes shallow. He's perfect. His breath tickles your sensitive skin as his plush pink lips touch your skin. Sejanus lifts his head up.

“Anywhere else?” He asks under half-lidded eyes. His kind dark eyes flit down to your lips before back up at you. You swallow. It's now or never. Before you lose your nerve, you take a deep breath and lift your hand up. You gently tap your own bottom lip with your fingernail.

“Here.” You whisper, voice barely audible. Sejanus gasps softly. He doesn't hesitate, tilting his head slightly. He places one of his fingers under your chin and gently tips your head up towards him. His eyes scan yours for a moment, searching for a sign of hesitation. When he doesn't find it, he closes his eyes, as do you, and his soft lips grace yours momentarily before meeting for a full kiss. Your head spins immediately and your surroundings melt away. All you can focus on is him. You wrap your arms around his strong, broad shoulders, kissing him back. Sejanus’s grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you in, your chest presses against his and you can feel his heart hammering against his shirt. You tilt your head a little, deepening the kiss. His lips are sweet like sugar, parted mouth pressing gently against your bottom lip while you capture his upper lip with your teeth, pulling gently. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, you gasp a little and arch your back. Sejanus’s tongue slips inside your now-open mouth, his tongue immediately finding yours. You push back against his slightly, still allowing him control. He sighs into your mouth and the sound lights something up inside you. You kiss him deeper, tilting your head and alternating directions. Sejanus's hands rub your back, while you grab a fistful of his hair, pulling lightly. He groans, teeth clacking against yours. You don't register the pain, too consumed by Sejanus as he grips you tighter.

You break apart for air first, panting. He rests his forehead against yours, his soft dark hair gently rubbing against your skin. His gaze falls into your lap, where he now holds your hands in his.

"Wow," he breathes, wiping saliva from the corner of his mouth. You giggle, still gasping for air.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” he muttered, leaning in again and pressing another chaste kiss against your lips.

“How long?” You ask smiling, your heart pounding in your chest. Sejanus thinks for a moment. He jokingly places a finger against his chin and stares up at the moon in mock consideration.

“Hmm, probably since your 15th birthday party,” he smiles back at you. You gasp, grinning. “Your mother turned out the lights and you blew out your candles, and I remember how perfect you looked in the low light.” He continues. “And I have been hopelessly in love with you ever since.” He rubs his nose against yours.

You melt against Sejanus, throwing your arms around him and burying your face into his neck. “I think I’ve been in love with you for two whole years now,” you whisper against his neck, and he squeezes you even tighter.

“Really?” He whispers the question into your hair. You nod, your hair rubbing against his face. Pulling back, you smile at him.

“Your kisses are like magic, I feel better already,” You giggle. He laughs in return, leaning closer.

“You sure? Want another one just to be safe?” He asks softly, smirking as he already knew the answer. He leans in and captures your lips in his again. 

The air in the spring night is cool, but it's impossible for you to pay it any mind with Sejanus by your side. The wind whips around you as you kiss him hard. How grateful you are to have your best friend-turned-lover by your side. You make note to thank Clemensia next time you see her. This night is filled with soft glances and kisses, hushed ‘I love yous’ and the sweetest boy you ever met, sweeter than the gumdrops he gave you ten years prior.

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I think I have a thing for blonds with anger issues....

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he's so beautiful!

josh andres rivera photographed by julia sariy for grumpy magazine.

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

once again, here's some billy the kid episode 4 gifs

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Hey yall! I'm back once again. I've now seen the new hunger games twice and plan to see it atleast one more time and get it I'm horrible but if yall have requests for Coriolanus Snow please submit them. I want to write about him so bad but I would love for yall to submit your ideas. I'm find with aby categories however I'd prefer if they were x readers and either gender neutral or female I'm not sure how well I xan write for a male reader and I really don't wanna disappoint anyone! Love yall lots! Drink some water and stay safe! X

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Visiting time ! A precious moment with Bear - an adorable rescued Koala

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Cast go OoF with words

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for an anonymous ask: the pacific as hozier tweets (plus one honorary 'hozier liked' tweet)

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Pumpkin seeds

Warren Worthington iii x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of knifes for carving pumpkins and mentions of taking a shower together otherwise just straight fluff

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~What happens when you carve pumpkins with Warren for the first time?~

Word count: 490

Halloween at Xavier's school for gifted children was never a bore. But, this year Warren was here to spend it with you.

"Y/n where are we even going to put the pumpkins?" He asked as he held onto the pumpkin I gave him.

"We always put them outside of our rooms- Ah-ha! I found another good one!" You exclaimed. Warren chuckled as you got a good hold on the pumpkin and started walking away. You turned around to see him still in the same place as before.

"What are you waiting for? The pumpkins won't carve themselves!"

He sighed chuckling again then finally followed you home.

…

You laid out newspapers all around Warren's bedroom floor.

"Why do we have to do this in my room?" He complained while still laying down the newspapers.

"Because I've got a rug in my room and you don't." You laughed.

You laid down the last paper and smiled.

"Now we have to grab the pumpkins and the knives to carve 'em!"

Warren went to grab the knives as you carefully placed the pumpkins at the center of the newspaper. By the time Warren came back you had already drawn out where you wanted to carve.

"Ok so I drew out my design and you can do the same if you'd like if you can just free hand it!"

He nodded and you grabbed a knife and started cutting into the top of the pumpkin. You started to take out the gooey seeds from the center when an idea sparked in your head. You picked up a handful of the previously discarded seeds then set it on Warren's bare arm. He glared at you then chuckled darkly. He tossed the seeds onto the floor and grabbed a knife to cut his pumpkin.

Barely a minute later you were interrupted from your pumpkin carving when Warren placed a large clump of the seeds on top of your head.

You grabbed another handful of seeds and threw them at him. And without even aiming you had managed to hit his face.

"Oh you're in for it now." He chuckled.

You screeched as he threw a clump at your face also. Soon enough a war had started. You both were throwing seeds and guts at each other. Aiming anywhere you could possibly hit.

…

Laughing, you collapsed onto the newspaper. Warren quickly followed. Slightly out of breath you smiled at each other. You turned and grabbed his face. You leaned in and kissed him, smiling lightly. He tasted like pumpkins.

"We should probably clean up." You sighed about to get up. You were stopped by Warren's arms around your stomach. He pulled you down next to him and stole another kiss.

"How about this, we clean up and then we can take a shower?" You proposed.

"That sounds perfect." He smiled, got up and bent down giving you one more kiss before cleaning up the room.

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