#coriolanus snow hc

[msmk11]

Here for the party!

🍾 Coriolanus Smow, Trope 34(Kissing in the rain), Angst and Fluff!!

And: Omg I loved the “Forget it!” blurb so much for Coriolanus snow and was wondering if you could turn it into a one shot! I’d be curious of what would happen next!! Or just more Coriolanus snow one shots!! <<33

A/n: Thank you for coming to the party and for the shot, lovely. I decided to combine this ask with a request for a part two of a previous Coryo blurb, but it can absolutely be read on its own! Hope you enjoy :)

I Love You, I'm Sorry

Coriolanus Snow x gn!reader

WC: 1.1k

CW: angst; hurt/comfort; Coriolanus is a bit physically aggressive but not violent

Summary: can be seen as a part two to this, but it can also be a standalone: Despite how absent he's been, your husband begs you to give him another chance.

The sky seems to know that the end of your relationship is here. It too is crying like you, the raindrops fat and heavy like your tears. They pour down on you relentlessly as you rip open the front door of your home and stumble outside, desperate to run somewhere, anywhere. You can barely hear your husband over the splatter of rain on pavement and the shots of thunder crackling through the air, but still, you know he is calling for you. His voice is more desperate than you’ve ever heard it and you feel your insides collapsing in on itself. You kick off your irksome shoes that are slowing you down and leave them behind, just like your life. 

Unfortunately for you, Coriolanus is taller, longer, and faster, and you don’t get far down the drive before he is grabbing your wrist, long fingers a vise. The momentum sends you reeling backwards into him and he wraps his free arm around your waist, steadying you.

“Coriolanus, let go!” you cry out, struggling against him to break free again.

“Stop,” he grits out, “stop.”

You pry at his fingers but they don’t budge and you scream through your teeth, frustrated, “Coriolanus. Let. Me. Go.”

“No.”

He manhandles you to face him, grip just as tight on your waist as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him. The look in his eyes is wild and panicked- almost feral. You try to shake your jaw free but he only pinches your face between his fingers harder, “Fuck! Ow! You’re hurting me Coriolanus.”

“Then stop fucking fighting me,” your husband orders, tone firm and unyielding. 

You don’t want to listen to him. You want to run, and to never see him again. But you also know you’re not going to win against him because he is physically bigger and stronger. Anyways, you’re not exactly sure what your plan was. You wanted to run, but where would you go in the middle of a storm with no shoes? Another crash of thunder rumbles through the sky and you tense, but at least you stop squirming. Lightning follows shortly after and it lights up the night sky, so that you can see Coriolanus’ face better. His blonde hair is matted to his forehead, he’s panting heavily, and his blue eyes are even more intense than usual. 

He sees that you’ve stopped fighting, but he doesn’t loosen his grip, “let’s talk inside.”

“No.”

“God, you’re so fucking stubborn,” the blonde grunts, trying to yank you towards the house.

You dig your bare heels into the pavement, ignoring the way they painfully scratch against the ground, “No, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way. It’s the least you owe me.”

Coriolanus huffs and frustratedly pushes his now wet mop of hair back away from his eyes, “It’s storming. It doesn’t make sense to stay out here. We’re gonna get sick, or struck by lightning.”

“My way or no way, final offer.”

He lets out a sigh as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders, “fine.” 

Coriolanus digs around in his pocket and pulls out your wedding ring- the one you had thrown at him less than ten minutes ago, “put this back on.”

You shake your head stubbornly and push his hand away.

“Sweetheart, please,” he begs, and his voice sounds so broken, “don’t push me away. I made a mistake, but…but don’t let that be the reason our marriage is over.”

Your hands are trembling and you bite your quivering lip, trying to bite back the tears threatening to spill, “This isn’t just because of one mistake, Coriolanus. This is due to a year of negligence.”

“I know I’ve been gone I’m just-”

“Busy, I know,” you answer dryly, “It’s just not a good enough excuse anymore. If you think that your career is more important than your wife, then this isn’t going to work. I’m not asking you to give it all up, but to just be there more. I miss my husband. The Coryo I used to know.”

“I’m doing it for us and-”

“No, Coriolanus. You’re doing it for you. For your success and happiness. I just want to love you and be loved.”

The dam breaks and your tears start to spill. Your hands that are smushed against his chest start to bang the toned muscle, “what did I do wrong?! Why did you disappear? Am I not enough?”

The sobs are ugly and loud, more like wailing, and your knees are weak beneath you. Coriolanus’ grip grows impossibly stronger, but he doesn’t stop you from hitting him either. He strokes the back of your head, “let it out, darling. I deserve this, I deserve it all.”

“Why don’t you love me anymore?”

“I do,” he answers immediately. 

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it.”

Although it’s pointless with the rain pouring down over the both of you, Coriolanus still wipes away the tears spilling out of your red-rimmed eyes. He chews on his bottom lip thoughtfully before taking a deep breath, “I push everyone away. It’s not personal, apparently. I throw myself into my work because it’s the only reliable thing. The only thing I’ve always had.”

Your heart breaks for him, even if you’re desperately angry with your husband, “Coriolanus, I’m right here. I’ve been right here this whole time. I’m only trying to leave because you made things this way.”

His own eyes fill with tears and he turns away, trying to hide from you. You catch his chin and force him to look at you once more, “don’t hide from me. No more running Coriolanus. You’re going to face this.”

“I’m sorry,” the blonde mutters, over and over again.

Your husband sinks to both his knees on the wet pavement and another rumble of thunder booms above. He bunches the fabric by your hips and rests his head on your stomach, “I’m so sorry. I know I don’t deserve it, but please give me another chance. I love you, I’m sorry. I’ve made a mistake. But- don’t give up on me. We can- we can survive this.”

You tilt his chin up to look at you and you hold his gaze intently. You search for any sign of deceit, but you only see regret.

He’s still muttering the same words over and over “I love you, I’m sorry.”

You sink down onto your knees, so the two of you are level once again. You slip the diamond ring from between his clenched fingers and put it back on your own.

“I forgive you,” you sigh, and then you kiss him passionately, as the rain continues to fall upon you both.

[phefics]

I NEED to know how the hg boys would react to you stealing and wearing their shirts around the house without anything underneath

OR wearing their sweatshirts on casual outings

Xoxo- ����

peeta gets giddy when you wear his clothes, he finds it so romantic and intimate. especially with nothing underneath...that's a whole new level of sexy to him. "look so good in my clothes, baby," he mutters, toying with the hem, pushing the shirt up so he can kiss your stomach before going down on you.

gale teases you about it. "little thief," he says in your ear, grinning. "but i do like how you look in my sweater..." and bends you over a table to punish you for stealing, pounding into you.

finnick finds it so cute, he wants you to wear his clothes all the time. when you're on the beach and it starts to get chilly in the evening, he'll take off his sweater and hand it to you, smirking because he knows you always "forget" to bring your own clothes to keep warm. and, if the mood is right, he'll press you against a towel in the sand and go down on you.

coriolanus pretends that it bothers him, but he finds it really sweet. "i need that shirt for work," he'll say, pretending to be annoyed. "you gonna wash it for me?" he comes up behind you, plays with the buttons. "tigris made me this shirt, i don't want to fuck you in it, baby. take it off and meet me in the bedroom, alright? make sure you hang it up nice so it doesn't get wrinkled."

sejanus jokes that he clearly doesn't buy you enough clothes, and asks if he's neglecting you, but he's grinning the whole time. "clearly i don't spoil you enough," he teases. "since you have to steal my stuff." and kisses your neck, nipping at your ear playfully.

[lilly-townshend]

documenting my silly goo goo ga ga childhood headcanons before Sunrise of the Reaping drops and rocks my world

1. Haymitch has a bad case of a thousand yard stare on most of his post-victory photos

2. Effie is a rich kid drowning in propaganda so she fangirls about Haymitch during the games and is actually really happy to see him win (gets an axe merch bc capitalism is just cool like that)

3. They first meet in 2297 and Effie does NOT expect Haymitch to look that bad (bc she probably has no idea about his whole family being executed)👍

[lqveharrington]

Dust Storm | W.H.B.

summary: You and Billy get caught up in a dust storm while on a horse ride.

pairing: William H. Bonney x fem!reader

includes: slight angst, fluff, you and billy are engaged, not a lot of warnings 🤷‍♀️ let me know if i missed any !!

a/n: i had this sitting in my drafts for a billion years 😭 my bad bookies

It had been days since that last dust storm blew in and the spirits in the small county of Talihina, Oklahoma were high. However, there was no rain insight. And with no rain, it left many farmers with empty fields, covered in dried-out dirt and sand. It especially hit the Ashford farm and ranch the hardest.

The Ashfords were the wealthiest family in Talihina. They were well known for being able to run a horse ranch and a healthy farm. The father, James Ashford, was in charge of both the ranch and farm, making sure everything ran smoothly. His wife, Josephina Ashford, better known as Jo, was known for helping around the town and giving to those in need. Luckily for the couple, they had two children who helped them with their work. They had a daughter and a son. You were the eldest Ashford child, and you had a bright future. You resemble your mother in all ways. You were the kind of woman to make young men turn their heads just by walking by. Unfortunately for them, you were happily engaged to one William H. Bonney. On the other hand, your younger brother looked like a replica of your father. Adam Ashford was eight years old with the same determination as his father, hoping to take over the farm and ranch when he got older.

But because of the dust storms starting up two years ago, it was harder to tend to the crops that would grow and bring the horses out of their stables. Before, you would help your father to tend to the horses when you weren't doing volunteer work, but with the constant dust blowing around the whole country, he banned you from leaving the house unless it was absolutely clear from dust. And for the first time in two years, James let his daughter out of the house. Only to run her mother’s errands, of course.

“In case of emergencies,” James tied a red bandana around your wrist as you took your mother’s list and woven basket from the kitchen table. “Wrap this around your head and cover your mouth and nose. I don’t want you to get hurt. And remember to come straight back from the markets—”

“Pa, I’ll be fine.” You squeezed her father’s forearm, kissing his cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

He sighed and shook his head, “Okay.”

You squeezed his arm again before leaving, silently reassuring her safety. You took quick strides to the town center and watched the dust kick up with every step you took. The walk going to town wasn’t bad. The only downside was that there was no shelter for any incoming dust storms. Fortunately, the blazing sun was beating down on the earth and the wind was seemingly absent.

Upon reaching the town center you smiled at the sight in front of you. You found children running around with wooden toys their fathers made and their mothers gossiping about the recent family who left for California. It felt normal. For the first time in years, it felt normal to see mothers scolding their children for messing with drunkards sitting outside of the bars.

You shook your head before entering the town’s only grocery, the bell above the door ringing to alert the storekeeper. “Mr. Taylor?”

“Miss Ashford!” The storekeeper beamed at the young woman. “What brings you into town? I haven’t seen you and your folks for a while.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, “With all this dust, I would hardly expect anyone to be hustlin’ ‘round town.”

“What can I do for you?” He dismissed the comment.

“I’m in need of some of your delicious Fuji apples. My ma s'been craving them ever since Adam read a book about them to her.” You looked around the empty store. “Other than that, I can grab the res’ of the things myself.”

“I’ll be right back.” He knocked the wood on the counter, heading toward the back of the store. You watched him leave before heading into the different aisles, glancing at the brands and prices of the different items. In fact, you were so immersed in deciding which brand of vegetable oil would be best that you hadn’t realized someone new had entered the store until a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and spun you off the ground.

“Oh my god!” You clung onto the stranger’s arm, not wanting to fall face-first onto the ground. You glanced back at the stranger before gasping, eyes lighting up at the male. “Billy!”

“Afternoon, gorgeous.” He put you down and kissed your cheek.

You felt your face warm at the name and action, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “What are you doing here?”

“My ma sent me into town to get money from the bank.” Billy followed you around the store, his gaze flickering across your face. “Then I saw my favorite woman walk into town. I decided I could spare some time to talk to her.”

“Uh-huh.” You spun on your heel and peered into his eyes. “Did you get the money for your folks? Or did you forget?”

“You think so low of me, sweetheart.” He tilted your head up with his finger. “Of course I got the money.”

You hummed, giving him a proper look now. William H. Bonney was once a lanky boy in grade school. But he had definitely grown into himself. He got stronger and taller over the course of two years. The loose clothes he once wore now perfectly fit him, making you flush red each time you saw him. Your eyes then traveled from his fit shirt to his tattered, dust-covered boots. You frowned at the state they were in, but no one could do any better from the current weather the states were currently facing. Finally, you shifted your gaze to meet his eyes once more. His crystal blue eyes were such a beautiful contrast to the dust coating his dark jeans and his wavy brown hair. You swore you could get lost in them if it weren’t for him pulling you back to reality each time.

“You’re staring, gorgeous.” Billy grinned, earning a small scoff from his beloved.

“You’re impossible.” You shoved two bars of soap into your basket, heading toward the counter where the apples were waiting.

Mr. Taylor suppressed a laugh at the young couple, taking the basket from your arms. “That all for today, Miss Ashford?”

You hummed as you took your wallet out of your dress pocket, “How much?”

“$3.42 is the total.” He read off the cash register as you handed him the exact amount, trading it for the baskets of groceries and apples.

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor.” You smiled at him and moved to grab Billy’s hand as you left the store, intertwining them. “What’ve you been up to since I’ve last seen you?”

“Since last week?” Billy pulled you closer to him, squeezing your hand. “ Not much has happened since I visited your place. Just helping my ma in the fields like always.”

You nodded and looked toward the ground, watching the dust cling onto your leather boots and the bottom of your maroon dress. “The dust storm affecting your folks’ farm badly?”

“It’s affecting everyone, sweetheart.” He pulled you away from a stampede of running children. “No one can get any crops.”

“I know…” You muttered, rubbing small circles into his palm. You peered up at the bright sun, squinting at the beam. “You know what I wish for?”

“What?”

“I wish for everything to go back to normal.” You adjusted your hat, the Ashford ranch coming into view. “The dust storms have ruined everyone’s crops. I can barely step foot out of my own house. There hasn’t been any rain since god knows when. My pa won’t let me tend to the horses. It’s madness, Billy.”

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” He kissed the side of your head. “I can’t promise everything will go back to normal, but in the meantime, I can find a way to ride horses with you. ”

“William, what’s that supposed to mean?” You squinted at him, his piercing gaze meeting yours. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s probably not a good idea—!”

“Come on. We can ride the horses and be back before your folks worry.” He pulled you into the Ashford stables, taking the baskets from your arms and tucking them safely in a corner.

You bit your lip, looking at the groceries and then back at the brunette, cursing him for being so convincing. “Fine.”

Laughter filled the air as you raced Billy through the back trails of Talihina, the generated wind blowing through your hair. It felt like you were both young teenagers who had no idea they were in love with one another, doing reckless activities until they were caught by one’s parents.

“Pick up the pace, Bonney!” You shouted as you saw Billy catching up, urging your horse to move faster.

A huge amount of dust kicked up with every stride the horses took, and if you looked back, you wouldn’t be able to see anything. Billy shook his head with a smile and copied you, finally riding beside the pair.

“Sweetheart, you know I can beat you in any horse race.” He chuckles as he brings his horse to a stop, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “You feel any better?”

You nodded and glanced to your left as you tugged on your horse’s reins, meeting his blue eyes. “I do feel better. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He tipped his hat in your direction. “Ready to go back?”

Your smile slowly faded but nodded, “Yeah.”

“Hey, we don’t need to rush. We can take as long as we want to go back if you want.”

“I’d like that.” You guided your horse to head back toward the ranch. “In the meantime, you can tell me all about what you’re gonna do when your ma finds out where you’ve been all day.”

“I can tell her I’ve been with my girl all day.” He bit back a smirk when he saw your cheeks tint pink. “I think my folks love you more than me.”

You shoved his shoulder, your engagement ring glistening in the sun. “They should love me more than you. I think my Pa loves you more than me.”

“Impossible.” Billy took your hand and kissed the back of it.

The young couple took short strides on their horses as the sun slowly faded away. One could argue that the sun was setting, but it was still much too early for the sun to set.

“What time do you have on your watch?” You looked back at the darkening sky, picking up the pace.

“3 PM,” Billy muttered, looking into your panicked eyes. “We gotta go.”

The both of you started to rush your horses back as the wind picked up, dust blowing around them which impaired your vision. You hastily removed the bandana from your wrist and tied it around your head, keeping your balance. Billy kept one hand on the reins and shoved his own bandana up, covering his nose and mouth. The sky was now covered with dust clouds and the wind blew harshly against your backs, the mix of dry dirt and sand hitting their exposed skin.

“Are you okay over there?” Billy shouted over the blowing wind. “Y/N?”

“I’m fine!” You blinked away tears from the dirt that stung your eyes, squeezing your legs to make your horse move faster. You could just barely make out your family’s farm, but with each passing second it became more and more obscure.

“Sweetheart, we have to go to the stables! It’s closer to us than your house!” He veered his horse over to the left.

“I can’t! My folks will worry and—”

“Y/N!” He snaps you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Please!”

You quickly followed him and turned toward the stables. Billy slammed the front doors open, causing chaos to erupt inside. The other horses stood on their hind legs, thrashing as the harsh wind blew the dust inside. You raced inside as Billy jumped off his horse and slammed the stable doors shut, grabbing bales of wheat and shoving them by the front. You took deep breaths as you tried calming your own horse, resting your forehead against the head of your horse.

“This dust storm ain’t gonna go away anytime soon.” Billy rubbed dust off his face, removing his mask. “We’ll be fine in here.”

You nodded weakly, combing your fingers through your horse’s dusty hair. “We shouldn’t have gone out— I-I promised my pa that I’d be back—”

“Hey, look at me.” He went over and took your fidgeting hand. “They’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. When the storm eventually calms down, we'll head over to your place.” He slowly helped you off the horse and held your dirtied face in his hands, slipping your bandana off and wiping your muddy tears. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You took a breath, holding onto his wrists, following his breathing pattern. You rested your forehead on his, shutting your eyes. “Okay.”

The dust storm only accumulated as time progressed. The field and crops were covered in piles of dust once more and the automobiles were suddenly buried underneath the dried dirt. Those who were inside any buildings had dust seeping through the smallest slivers, despite the taped downed windows and towels blocking the doors. It was as if the storm would never stop, deeply worrying the Ashford family for their daughter’s safety.

“James, you can’t leave!” Jo whispered toward her husband, arms crossed over her chest in disbelief. “It’s late and you wouldn’t be able to see anything with all of that dust blowin’. Adam worries for his sister, but imagine the grief if he lost his pa and his sister?”

“I can’t sleep without knowin’ if my little girl is fine, Jo,” James argued, tightly tying a handkerchief around his head. “If Adam wakes, don’t tell him where his pa went—”

“James!” She held his arm in desperation, holding eye contact. “The storm might end soon, don’t risk it.” She looked between his eyes as he glanced toward the backdoor. “Please.”

His gaze softened at his wife’s demeanor and pulled her into a hug. “I’ll wait.”

“Thank you.” She murmured, wrapping her arms around him. “When the storm dies down, you can go. I won’t stop you then… I worry about our little girl too.”

The storm kept blowing until early morning. The crops were now either torn out of the ground or buried deep within dry dirt and families had given up on keeping the dust out of their homes. James and Josephina Ashford fell asleep at their kitchen table waiting for the storm to pipe down while you fell asleep in the stables in the security of your lover’s arms. William H. Bonney, on the other hand, stayed awake. He was constantly listening for the winds to quiet to let you know you could head home. In the early hours of the new day, Billy gently shook the woman beside him awake.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” He brushed the dust off that had fallen on you overnight, watching you shift closer to him. “Gorgeous.”

“Give me a minute, William.” You groaned, using his government name as a threat.

He chuckled and sat up straight, bringing you along with him. “The storm stopped, you can go home now.”

Your eyes shot open and you looked over at the male incredulously. “You should’ve said that first, idiot. Let’s go.”

Billy smiled as he stood, helping you up. He shook the final bits of dust off as best as he could and moved the hay bales away from the doors. Billy tilted his head toward you, silently signaling you to head home. You grinned and picked up your dress, racing over to the house without stumbling. You burst into the house and discarded the dust entering as well, finding your parents standing by the kitchen’s backdoor. James had his handkerchief tied across his face, triggering your tears.

“Y/N.” Her father let out a breath of relief and engulfed you in a tight hug. “You’re safe. You’re okay.”

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed into your father’s shirt, clinging onto him. “I’m so sorry, pa.”

“Why are you crying, sweet girl?” He rubbed your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t go straight home. I wanted to be out more, so I-I rode on the horses with Billy an-and then the storm started up. I shouldn’t have gone. I should’ve gone home right away. I should’ve stayed home. I shouldn’t have—”

“Hey, you’re alright.” James sat you down in one of the wooden chairs, removing his handkerchief from his face. “You’re safe. You’re home.”

You sniffled, looking up at your mother who had tears in her eyes too. “I’m sorry, mama. I didn’t wanna worry you…”

“My baby,” She knelt on the ground, taking your hands in her own. “I’m just glad you’re safe. The worst didn’t happen. You’re here. You aren’t hurt.”

Billy knocked on the side of the wall, making his presence known. In return, all heads whipped over to him. “I brought the groceries your daughter bought the other day.”

“William, come over here.” Your father beckoned him over.

“Yes, sir?” Billy stood by your side, removing his hat.

James sighed, putting his hand out. “Thank you for watching over my daughter.”

“Anytime.” Billy shook his hand, bringing him in for a hug. “I would risk my life for your daughter every single time.”

You lightly sock his arm at the mention, lacing your hands together. “Thank you.”

“I mean, now that you’re here, why don’t you help clear the dust out of our house? I’m sure my daughter has brought in heaps of it from runnin’ in here.” Jo patted her future son-in-law’s shoulder.

You flushed red as Billy chuckled, feeling him squeeze your hand at the comment. “Of course, Mrs. Ashford.”

The young couple got to work clearing out the dust while Jo and James started preparing breakfast for the day. It would be a while until all the dust would clear out of the house completely, but it wasn’t the worst problem they had. The dust storm that day might have ended, but little did the Ashford family know that it would only be the true beginning of their hardships.

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[slutforsnow]

imagine Coryo or Billy dating a theatre kid and them seeing the unholy hours their theatre kid s/o spends at rehearsals

(like one time i was at a rehearsal that started at 10:30am and only left the building at 7:00pm)

Gonna start answering my asks now cause I'm tired af (I have 11 asks and I wanna reopen my inbox) also THIS IS SO REAL. In high school, I was apart of tech in my senior year. I WAS GETTING TO SCHOOL AT 7:45AM AND LEAVING AT 10:30PM WITH HOMEWORK 😭 my actual dismissal was at 2:25pm instead of 2:55pm cause I didn't have 7th period

-Coryo-

THIS MANS JAW HAS HIT THE BOTTOM OF THE MARIANNA TRENCH.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE TO WORK THESE HOURS?? This is unhealthy, and I KNOW unhealthy. Do they even let you eat? Rest? Get dinner or anything?!" Question after question that man is PARANOID ABOUT YOU 😭

-Billy-

Billy is joining you to make sure you don't suffer alone and when you guys get home, PRINCESS TREATMENT. He won't rest until you're comfortable, sleeping, and WELL👏🏼FUCKING👏🏼FED👏🏼 (also may fight the director for making you work so much 🤺)

[fujiblackthorne]

big day for coriolanus

[tbosasgunsandroses]

snowjanus week, day 1 : first meetings

[allisluv]

do you think sejanus is actually super sensitive and vulnerable around his s/o? contrary to popular opinion i feel like he would try and hide those emotions

oo i honestly feel like this could go both ways nonnie! on an odd occasion he might be vulnerable but to be honest i think he tries to keep his feelings to himself, mostly because of his time in the capitol and corio’s influence on him!

[kazinejjss]

i reread the end of mockingjay recently just to feel something and i was reminded that katniss has gray eyes, cuz for some reason my brain cannot accept it.

and it got me thinking about a parallel universe where kat has brown eyes like i've always imagined it. because brown eyes are usually described as being big, soulful, deep, innocent and katniss is literally a feral chihuahua, while peeta has blue eyes. blue eyes are usually described as cold or icy, but peeta is literally the kindest golden retriever ever. i think it would be sweet.

[spideyhexx]

feel like billy would get u those lego flowers. coryos just unironically into the really complex monument ones and is a little neurotic and annoying about them once they're built

anon I did get your ask after this and don’t worry at all about it, I still love this and it’s very cute <3

we have actually discussed this before but I don’t have the energy to dig it up BUT

billy would def get you the Lego flower sets and he’d have multiple vases with them in his house because yes, they were a present for you, but then once you made them, you gave them to him to decorate with and he always makes sure to find a spot to put them in.

literally agree so heavily about coryo, he loves any of the lego sets that replicate monuments or literally anything historic. He’ll block out time on his weekends to build them and he’s the type of person who could spend hours doing nothing but that.

[julietasgf]

What do you think Snowjanus would be like as parents?

sejanus would be such a sweet dad, I loved his dynamic with maude ivory on the book and he just seems to be good with kids. due to his daddy issues, I think he would try so hard to make his kid feel loved (plus, he would be that parent that all of his kid's friends ADORE, because he's always baking things and he's so nice in general). but at the same time I think he would be too overprotective 😭

(now, about coriolanus, let's pretend that he didn't go through the horrible fascist route and is just an average morally grey person who just happens to be into politics and is also forced by sejanus to become a better person, bc in canon canon I think he would be, in the best case scenario, absent ☠️)

coriolanus never really had parents to guide him and the closest to this is his grandma, so he's really scared of messing things up because he never really had an example to follow after. and coriolanus is not like sejanus, he's not so warm, he doesn't know how to show love so openly, and the way he's trying so hard is by buying tons of gifts. his children would be so spoiled, he would buy them ANYTHING they want, any toy, and if sejanus tells them "no" to something, they run to coriolanus asking for the same thing because they know coriolanus will give them.

no, srsly, snowjanus' children would be so spoiled, by both their parents 😭

(plus, do you know that scene of modern family where mitch and cam accidentally locked lily inside the car and cam is screaming and panicking and mitch is trying to talk to the emergency? yeah, literally them)

[losingmymindrn]

BESTIE BESTIE HEAR MW OUT OKAY???

Lucy Gray x Big Buff asf Coral where they play chicken fight against either Snowjanus or like mizzen and tanner/treech :}

I LOVE BUFF WOMEN AND I JUST THINK ITD BE CUTE OK

YESS YES YES YES!!!! CORAL WOULD BE SUPER COMPETITIVE WITH IT AS WELL!! plus she js loves showing how strong she is and picking up her gf🤭 (Lucy gray loves it as well) I feel like they would go against snowjanus + tanner/treech bc coral likes to make fun of Coryo and she just gets annoyed w/ tanner n treech sometimes and just wants to put them both on their asses and I feel like she would js be wrestling with Mizzen in the water and letting him win (for the most part)

Coral can and will pull everyone down into the depths cuz she gets a kick out of it

[phefics]

i’m sorry if you’re bored of the hg boys but i fear they are taking up all my brain space and you write them so well 😔

hg boys reacting to reader walking around their place naked/in underwear (i’m sorry if you’ve written something like this pooks i fear i am also very forgetful)

omg thank u!! i do get a lot of requests for them lol but i’m happy to do this for you!! (also “pooks” took me out /pos😭)

peeta would find it so hot, just having you comfortable enough to prance around in little to no clothes. he isn’t easily flustered about nudity, he mentions this in canon a few times i believe, so he would just find it sexy and also kind of sweet that you feel safe with him. it also makes it easy for him to make you cum in many different places around the house.

gale doesn’t pay much attention to it, honestly. if he’s in the mood, your lack of clothes makes it easy, but if he isn’t, he just lets you do your thing. nudity isn’t inherently sexual to him, if you wanna walk around naked he won’t judge you, but he also isn’t going to take it as a hint.

finnick is like peeta, just happy that you feel comfortable around him. nudity is nothing to him, after all he’s been through, a naked body isn’t embarrassing or even shocking to him. but when it’s your body…it definitely riles him up. he likes to sneak up behind you and press his half-hard cock against your ass, whispering dirty words in your ear.

coriolanus likes it, it makes him feel a sense of pride and ownership over you, having you walk around in skimpy outfits (or nothing at all) in his house. his girl in his house, showing off the body that he gets to fuck whenever he pleases.

sejanus finds it so hot, omg. he just constantly wants to bend you over any surface and fuck you. sometimes, it flusters him, only because he's nervous that someone will come by (like his ma) and catch you making breakfast in nothing but a pair of panties, but overall, he is a huge fan.

[bhyancinth]

rip cato headly and coriolanus snow you would have loved being the most diabolical frat boys to grace a college campus

[topperscumslut]

researching the whole “favorite person” symptom of BPD for personal reasons and fuck dude… this is so snowjanus coded

[slutforsnow]

i will never forget the time when i was volunteering at a veterinary hospital and i was talking with one of the employees there (i think she had just graduated her college vet tech program) and she told me about how at one of her placements there was a parrot that would regularly catcall any of the women that would walk past and apparently the parrots favourite line was “show me your tits.” 😭

and now that i’m thinking back on it i now can’t stop thinking about how Coryo and Billy would react to their S/O (who is a vet or a vet student) getting catcalled by a PARROT 🦜 🫡

just a silly memory that prompted me to think of that ask

PLS GETTING CATCALLED BY A BIRD 😭😭

Coryos shooting the bird no questions asked 👁👁

Billy would shoot, but then shake his head realizing its a bird