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[starrvsn]

౨ৎ ּ ׅ ۫ ✧ 。BOYS IN THE BOAT ˚₊ ꒰ PRETTY LIKE YOU !

﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚

𝟒𝟏𝟏. some of the ficitonal characters from the boys in the boat, reactions to you giving them flowers :)

STAR LEFT A MESSAGE! hi friends! i know i haven't posted in a while but i just recently watched the boys in the boat and i absolutely loved it! especially the cast, full of fine talented men- so here's a little something about them with more to come! if you have any requests or ideas about them please let me know!

INCLUDES ⠆joe rantz, don hume, bobby mach, george hunt and chuck day (just some of the characters im partially attached to…)

BOBBY MOCH ⠆

after their first win of the season, you greet bobby with a bouquet of flowers themed after the school's colors— immediately giving him praise and compliments about their win today. you knew he had a rough past season with the last crew, now seeing him with a new crew he trusted, something he was so passionate about. you were excited for him!

when he asks where this all came from, you shrug the gesture off as if it was nothing. stating that the flowers just reminded you of him and just had to give them to him. a wide smile tugs on his lips as he accepts them, his hand caressing yours gently. he appreciated them more than you knew. pulling you close, he presses a kiss on the crown of your head. caring less about his damp uniform or the loud crowd around you, just you and him.

“thank you lovely, these are beautiful.”

DON HUME ⠆

he's absolutely speechless, it wasn't everyday a man would recieve flowers and don didn't think he would be one of them. his eyebrows jump to his hairline when he sees you at the entrance of the shell house with a bouquet of flowers in your hands. his breath hitches as he asks where you got them from and you reply kindly that they're for him, giving him a sweet smile which he returns. you wanted to congratulate him for making the team, it wasn't easy and all the effort he put in finally paid off. a faint blush falls on his cheeks as he takes them, a beautiful arrangement of daisy's and poppy's held by a piece of brown parchment. he takes your hand tugging you into a hug, squeezing you appreciatively. there weren’t enough words to describe how much he loved them,

"this bouquet might be just as pretty as you." now you blush, playfully slapping this arm as you continue to hold him close. he wanted to keep them alive for as long as he can and maybe get you a bouquet in return. later (few months) when he sneaks you into the dorms he see's the bouquet in a glass still thriving well, making your heart swell.

JOE RANTZ ⠆

he's gotten several bouquets from several girls after winning gold in the olympics. he's received a many of gifts from different people but none of them felt as special as yours. when he saw you for the first time since their win in germany, you had planned to go out on a date to celebrate so when he comes to pick you up with his own bouquet in hand. imagine his surprise and delight when he sees you walk out of the building with your own bouquet in hand. he lets out a soft laugh in disbelief watching as you. a proud smile on your lips, almost skipping towards him.

"ever so original rantz?" you jokingly say, fiddling with the fabric of your dress. holding the flowers to him— they're almost identical to his except, he has your favorite flower in the bunch making your heart swell.

"i didn't know you were gonna get me flowers." he replies, ever so charming smile gracing his lips. you tell him you wanted to surprise him— a token of your appreciation for all that he's done, all the hard work he and all the other boys put in. he thanks you greatly, exchanging your bouquets. he presses a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips before interlocking hands and walking to your date destination.

GEORGE HUNT ⠆

george didn't really take mind to trivial things of interest like that, what his favorite flower was but he made a great deal to what yours were and he never missed the chance to give you flowers when he could— after any occasion he would give them to you. if you passed your exam or got into a fight, he'd get flowers to make it up to you. he didn't really expect to get his own flowers, as it really wasn't a thing.

so one day when practice was particularly grueling and draining, the last thing your boyfriend had expected was seeing you; with a small bouquet of flowers in your hands waiting outside the crews dorm. you were speaking with roger, keeping you company. "who are those for?" george announces himself, now standing between the two of you. you chuckle bidding roger goodbye as he leaves, now alone with your boyfriend— a timid smile forming.

"pretty flowers for a pretty boy." you proclaimed, holding out the bouquet to him. he huffs a laugh taking them carefully, admiring them. he raises a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, cradling your cheek— caressing it gently.

"these a perfect darling, just like you."

CHUCK DAY ⠆

“a new admirer giving you flowers? giving me a run for my money?” chuck eyes the bouquet in your hands, noticing that there was none of your favorite flowers in them— what kind of admirer were they? you let out a soft giggle that sounds like music to his ears. he won't lie, a slight pang of jealousy hits him at the thought of another man giving you flowers but he'd ask you another day.

"no silly, they're for you." you reply, standing from the bench to give them to him. he lets out a small breath of relief, practically melting at the gesture. he takes a hand that was stuffed in his pocket to take the flowers from you, eyeing them carefully. you tell him that some of the flowers had meaning— like the red tulips and daisy's meaning love. his gaze softens as you continue to explain, a loving smile gracing his lips as he admires your face and the bouquet. lovingly, he plucks a flower from the bouquet and tucks it behind your ear

"you're so sweet you know that." his hand running down your arm, grasping your hand gently rubbing your knuckles. you almost swoon— tilting your head in admiration "well you deserve the best, i hope you know." he knows, with you around it's hard to forget.

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[fiarchive]

THE BOYS IN THE BOAT

| Callum Turner as JOE RANTZ

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

✨️Masterlist 1✨️

John Egan:

I'll come pick it up after / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / End /

Did you just kiss me?

Alright, bet!

Protect You

Back to black

Until you come back home / 2 /

Stop trying to feel everything

Inventor

Soft and prude

Small space

Run!

You want my jacket?

Kiss me before you leave

I hate / love you

Princess and the fool

I have a plan

You're like me, but better

New Girl

Never felt so...

Too Sweet

Chicken

Callum Turner:

Co- Stars / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 /

Qué serà serà

Finals season

Joe Rantz:

Training / 2 /

Theseus Scamander

Young, dumb in love

Curtis Biddick

Daylight

Your idiot?

You have to live

Gale Cleven

Told you she was real

Who did this to you?

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal

Therapist

Ronald Speirs

Disguise

John Brady

Misunderstanding

Austin Butler

Fame / 2 / 3 / 4 /

[floralcyanide]

ʙᴏʙʙʏ's ɢɪʀʟ

(joe rantz x fem!reader)

Joe has a major crush on you, but you're Bobby's girl. Or so he thinks.

✣ warnings: cursing, mentions of fighting

✣ word count: 1.4k

✣ author’s note: I wish I had more time to work on this, but I've been busy with work, and a friend has been in town so ): I will definitely post more Joe though. hopefully it'll be better quality lol I just wasn't sure of what to write for Joe specifically so this is sort of a brain dump.

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Joe Rantz has a major crush on you, but you’re Bobby’s girl- or that’s what he thought. 

The first time Joe sees you is when the team meets Bobby, their new coxswain. You had tagged along as you followed Bobby everywhere he went, as he did you. The two of you were as thick as thieves. It made Joe a little jealous because he thought you were attractive, and Bobby didn’t seem like the type to have a girl on his arm all the time. Don’t get him wrong, Joe respects Bobby. But he seemed more focused on other things rather than dating. Joe watched you that whole day when his attention wasn’t on rowing. As the weeks of practice continued, the more the boys got to know you. Plus, the more they improved, the more you cheered them on. You took pride in getting the boys in the boat to do better than before. And the more you pushed them from the dock, much like Bobby did in his seat, the more they showed out for you, especially Joe. Joe would catch you smiling at him, and he’d smile back but would quickly recover. You’re Bobby’s girl.

After the team’s first win, you’re glued to Bobby’s side at the celebratory party. Joe tries to keep his eyes off you and your stunning outfit but fails most of the night. At one point, you separate from Bobby to converse with Don and Chuck for a little while. Then, you find Joe, who is tucked away in the back of the gymnasium. He quickly looked away from you, not to give himself away.

“Enjoying the party?” you ask, nursing your punch glass.

“Not really my scene,” Joe shrugs.

“Oh,” you nod, “What is your scene, then?”

“The library, usually. Or the boat, of course.”

“I’d say so. You’re great at rowing. I love watching you all.”

Joe blushes at that, “I’m glad.”

Suddenly, Bobby pulls the needle off the record player on stage, forcibly introducing Don as the live music for the night. You and Joe watch, amused, as the boys shove Don across the stage and to the piano bench. Don dug his heels into the stage floor the best he could, to no avail. He nervously looks out at the crowd before beginning to play. 

“Wanna dance?” you ask Joe.

He hesitates for a moment before answering, “Sure.”

The two of you dance along to the music, singing along as well. Joe tries not to let himself get too deep in his head about how close you are to him. You sense this, trying not to get too handsy despite your inner desire to. You leave room between the two of you for it to be casual. When the song ends, you kiss Joe on the cheek and go to find Bobby. Joe’s cheek burns the rest of the night as he reaches up to brush his fingers across it a few times. He wanted to make sure what had happened was real.

Bobby encourages you to tag along with the team to the East Coast. This race was significant for the boys and would throw them off if you weren’t there. Bobby especially- Joe even more. On the train there, you sit with Bobby. You’re mid-conversation about the paper he’s reading when suddenly, Joe lunges at Chuck. You hurry to stand from your seat and pull them apart, following Joe to the other side of the train when he hurries away from the group.

You stand there momentarily as Joe catches his breath, his face beet red.

“What was that all about?”

Joe brushes you off, not making eye contact. You sigh and sit next to him.

“Chuck probably didn’t mean it like that, Joe,” you put a hand on his shoulder, “Even if he did, you know his jokes are shit anyway.”

Joe cracks a smile at that, glancing over at you without moving his head, “Yeah.”

Before you can say anything else, Chuck comes to apologize, and you get up and leave them to it. When you return to your seat, Bobby is smirking knowingly.

“What?” you ask, already knowing what’s gonna come out of his mouth.

“Nothing,” Bobby says, returning his eyes to the paper he was still reading.

“Just say it,” you sigh.

“You guys should kiss already.”

You snort, “I don’t think Joe likes me like that, Bobby.”

“It’s so obvious,” Bobby slams his paper down on his lap, “He’s so obvious, you’re so obvious. Just get together!”

But of course, it’s not that easy. Joe keeps his distance, so you keep yours out of respect for him. 

Securing the win to head to the Olympics meant preparing to go to Berlin. So, training and practice is never-ending. The stress is, too, and it bleeds into you and Bobby’s usually chill dynamic.

Everyone had already left the gymnasium except Joe one day after strenuous practice. He decided to piddle around for a little while. He had nowhere else to be, anyway. Joe sees you and Bobby getting into it by the boat and hangs back to eavesdrop.

“You have got to get your head in the game, Bobby! Stop worrying about everything else and keep your focus on the team.”

“It’s kind of hard when he’s making mistakes because he can’t stop thinking about you. It’s becoming a problem, and I think you need to fix it.”

Joe’s ears perk up at that. He couldn’t possibly be talking about him, right? That’s when you shove Bobby into the water. You wish he’d realize it isn’t that easy to solve.

Bobby resurfaces, pushing his hair from his eyes, “You bitch!” he squeaks in shock.

You start laughing like a maniac at his expression, and Joe is left wondering what is really going on between you and Bobby.

“What’s going on here?” Joe steps out, walks to the dock, and offers Bobby a hand from the water.

“Typical sibling banter,” you wave Joe off.

“Sibling?”

“Yeah,” you say, “I’m Bobby’s adopted sister.”

Joe’s face is one of shock. Bobby is behind the blonde, keeping him from throwing you into the water next. 

“Makes sense now,” Joe chuckles, blocking Bobby, “If I were you, I’d skedaddle.”

You make a run for the gymnasium quickly, Bobby trailing just a little behind. Joe shakes his head, relieved that you aren't Bobby’s girl. From then on, he paid more attention during practice now that he wasn’t plagued with thoughts of you and Bobby together.

The Olympics come quickly, and you’re nearly as nervous as Bobby. Berlin is an interesting sight, considering every surface is covered in Nazi propaganda. You can sense Bobby’s nervousness about it and try your best to ease him. Being someone of Jewish descent in a place like this was not easy. Don isn’t doing too well health-wise when you all arrive and skips out on the opening ceremony. You watch the USA walk with pride from the stands, your eyes on Joe the whole time.

You’re a ball of nerves during the qualifying race, but of course, that goes away when Bobby pulls his magic stunt, and the boys win yet again, making an Olympic record.  You’re beyond proud and can’t wait for how they compete for Gold.

The day comes for the final race, and when Bobby starts off delayed, your heart jumps out of your body. You’re on pins and needles the whole time, urging the boys to push. When the results of who won aren’t immediately apparent, you hold your breath and hope and pray, even, that your boys won. And sure enough, the USA takes the gold. You shoot up from your seat, cheering louder than anyone else around. When you finally are able to meet up with the team, you slam into Bobby full force in a bone-crushing hug.

When you pull away, Joe immediately approaches you and wraps his arms around you. 

“You did it!” you grin. 

“We did it,” Joe smiles, “But we couldn’t have done it without you and Bobby.”

You and Joe stare at each other momentarily, and Joe seems to be deep in thought about something. 

“Just kiss me, Joe,” you blurt, your arms still around his neck.

Joe throws caution to the wind and kisses you in front of the whole world, finally able to breathe with you pressed against him. The boys cheer, and Bobby stands there with his arms crossed, shaking his head with a smile. Finally, you have taken your leap of faith. But you were a stubborn Moch, after all.

[cilliansmesoftly]

sore

joe rantz x reader

summary: what’s a girl to do when her man comes in groaning in pain besides give him a much needed massage?

warnings: joe being a lil shit, reader providing everything he needs, implied smut, massage, whimpering

ੈ✩‧₊˚ y/n was completely zoned into her homework, she had a huge final coming up and she refused to give into any distractions.

until..

“damn it.” she heard joe groan out, trying to lower himself onto her bed.

“what is it?” she asked, not even turning around. she continued to furiously scribble onto her paper, mapping out equations for her engineering class.

“rowing.” he said through gritted teeth as he leaned down to untie his shoes. “shit’s gonna end up killing me.”

a beat of silence went through the room, only joe’s heavy breathing and the sound of pen writing on paper.

“baby, can you help me?” joe hated to bother her, but every time he tried to lean down to untie the other lace of his shoe, he felt a shooting pain go from the lower part of his back all the way up to his neck.

“yes, one second.” she answered absentmindedly, her tongue was slightly poked out of her lips in concentration and joe would’ve awed in adoration if every muscle in his body weren’t cramping.

“baby.”

“coming.” she said, but made no move to get up. so, joe, not without difficulty, stood to his feet and bent down to look over her shoulder. her paper was absolutely covered in writing. notes were in the margins, quotes and equations that she thought important were underlined or had a cute star next to it.

y/n could feel his breath on her neck and she subconsciously leaned into his presence.

“you need to take a break.” he said into the side of her neck, kissing the skin sweetly. she giggled at the feeling and sighed, turning around in her desk chair to face him. he looked tired. his hair was disheveled, the bags under his eyes were heavy, but she thought he was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. she leaned up to catch his lips in a kiss. “come lay with me.”

joe grabbed her hand and brought her to her feet, watching her plop onto the bed with a sigh. he took a much slower approach, trying to squat into a sitting position on the side of the bed. his groans were loud and y/n was sure the other girls in her building would suspect they were doing something more than just laying down together.

“here, let me help.” she sat up, swinging her legs onto the floor and walking to his side. she kneeled down, untying the laces of his worn out boots and pulling them off his feet. “lay on your belly, if you can.”

“what are you doing?” he asked, clenching his eyes shut when his muscle tweaked as he laid on his stomach. he felt her climb over his sore body and straddle him, sitting on the back of his thighs.

“i’m gonna give you a massage.” she said matter-of-fact. joe couldn’t help but smile in excitement, god, he needs one.

“do i need to take my clothes off?” she could hear the smirk in his voice, but she just rolled her eyes with a smile.

“just your shirt, rantz.” she pushed the back of his head playfully and watched as he grabbed the back of his crewneck over his head, tossing it to the floor. at first, she just scratched his back. he always loved when she did that. whenever they would sleep together, she would always run her nails through his hair, which would end in him asking her if she’ll scratch his back.

“feels so good, baby.” his deep voice grumbled into the mattress. she hummed, rubbing her hands harder to try and relax the taut muscles of his back. his shoulders were broad, and him being on the rowing team was just adding onto the bulk there.

when she hit a particularly sore spot, joe whimpered into the mattress. y/n hated herself for enjoying the sounds he was making, her legs involuntarily clenching around his. joe could feel her action, to her dismay, but not to her knowledge. he knew she liked when he was more vocal in bed, it spurred her on like nothing else to know that he was feeling so good, just from her.

so he did it again.

and again.

y/n worked her hands against his skin, working the tops of his shoulders since that seemed to be where he was hurting the most. every time the heel of her hand dug into the muscle, he would let out a groan, whine, whimper, or praise. she was practically soaked by now.

“are you doing that on purpose?” she halted her hands and leaned down to his head to hear his answer.

“doing what?” the smug bastard knew was this was doing to y/n.

“you are!” she stood up from the bed with tinted cheeks.

“aw, cmon, baby!” he sat up, sitting on his knees in her dorm bed. it was funny, really, how small her bed looked compared to him. they could barely fit on it together, but they liked being close anyways.

“no, you’ve made me mad.” she turned her back to him and looked out of the window. she wasn’t really mad. embarrassed? perhaps. but she just wanted to see how well he would apologize.

“seriously? i- okay.” he stood from the bed, taking into account how good his back felt now. he circled his arms around her waist, tucking his face into the crook of her neck. “i’m sorry.” she stood her ground, though it was hard to hide just how much she loved his body being this close to hers. “y/n…” she didn’t move an inch, so joe braced his hands and spun her around to face him. so quickly, in fact, that she lost her footing and fell into joe’s strong chest. she looked up at him with a smile and blush rising from her neck to the tips of her ears.

“i’m not mad.” she giggled. “but i would like a better apology.”

“but i wasn’t doing anything.” he was slowly leaning down, hoping to get a kiss, but she brought her fingers up to his puckered lips.

“first, you get me all flustered and embarrassed and then you make me trip onto you! joe rantz, i’ll need flowers, and chocolate, and a homemade card-” her sarcastic rant is cut off when he pulls her hand away from his mouth and entraps her lips with his.

“hush, and lay down. i’ll show you how sorry i am.”

[phoward89]

Masterlist

Stepcest, Stepson!Coryo x Stepmother!Reader, Sub!Coriolanus, Switch!Reader, Crassus Snow x Younger!Reader

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Crassus Snow is a cold hearted asshole, but he's a hot asshole... Stepcest, older man/younger woman, arranged marriage, cheating, affairs, secrets, cussing, secret love child, Coryo is a bit selfish and too ambitious, Crassus decides to try and be a better husband/father

Part 7:

Crassus was sleeping on his side as you stood by your vanity, grabbing your silk robe that was draped over your vanity's bench. You gently snap the robe, bringing the wrinkled thing to life, before putting it on. While you're tying the sash around your waist, in order to cover your silky night slip, you hear rustling coming from the king sized bed a few yards away.

Turning towards the noise, you can't help, but lightly smile at the sight of your husband rolling over onto his back; scratching his chest. Giving you a groggy half smile, he greets you with, “Good morning.”

For the last week now Crassus has been giving you both good morning and goodnight kisses- everyday. It started the night that Crassus shut down Coriolanus' bragging about his experiments on his lab rat; it never ended. A week later and the kisses are still going strong.

At first you're leery about it, even feel his forehead for a fever subtly by putting your hand on his forehead and then pushing it back into his hair- pretending to play with his curly locks so he wouldn't know you think he must be feverish to be acting so kissy kissy with you. But after the first few times of his good morning and goodnight kisses you realize that it's a routine he's created; that he's not stopping anytime soon. And you've learnt to deal with it.

But you're not complaining.

Honestly, what woman doesn't want her husband to kiss her?

You might not trust your husband, but you can still enjoy his kisses. Only the gods know how long they'll last.

“Good morning, Crassus.” You reply, going over to your husband's side of the bed so you can bend down, get your kiss, and be on your way with your morning routine of nursing the baby and placing him in his bouncer seat so you can shower and eat breakfast.

“Come here, Petal.” Crassus commands, his voice deep and husky with sleep, as he props himself up on his elbow while beckoning you with the curl of his finger.

That's something that your husband hasn't stopped doing either. Calling you a pet name. Honestly, you're still not used to being called petal. And you haven't returned the favor yet either. But what kind of pet name would you give Crassus, a cold and unfeeling man who must've bumped his head and had a mild concussion to start being nice to you?

Without a word, you appear at your husband's side. Bending down slightly for your good morning kiss, you balance yourself by pressing your hands against your husband's bare chest (he didn't wear his silk nightshirt last night, only the sleep pants). You brush your lips against your husband's only for Crassus to sit up straighter and grab hold of your hip. As his lips pressed hard against yours, his other hand tangled into your hair while pulling you to straddle his lap.

Oh wow, he's never initiated a morning kiss that went beyond a peck, so your mind's going a mile a minute right now. You weren't expecting him to want a kiss beyond a simple peck. But, despite your shock at the situation, your body immediately reacts to Crassus' lush lips pressing against yours and you respond to the kiss.

A response that soon has your husband lightly tugging on your bottom lip; swiping the tip of his tongue over your bottom lip- asking silent permission to deepen the kiss. You give him permission by slightly parting your lips. It's just enough for Crassus' tongue to dart into your mouth; to lazily explore it in the early morning.

The feeling of his tongue softly flickering against yours sends a sudden spark throughout your core. And all you can do is press yourself further into the kiss; attempt to chase the sudden feelings that your husband's evoking from you. When your tongue brushes against his you lightly moan, feeling a bolt of desire course thru you.

Crassus swallows down a chuckle as he feels you slightly grind against him while you're sharing a deep and ardent kiss. There's nothing he can do about your oncoming arousal; there's still 4 more weeks to go til your doctor can clear you to resume sexual activities.

Breaking the kiss, Crassus nibbles on your neck; letting you catch your breath. You feel like you're drowning, as if your head's underwater while your husband litters your neck with kisses and soft love bites. You just can't fathom why he's being the way he is.

All the while, Crassus has found that he enjoys kissing you; marking your neck as his for all to see, early in the morning. He's a red blooded man after all and without his suppressants Crassus has a high libido. One might even say that your husband finds you very desirable but has been holding you at arm's length in order to be a proper Capitolite gentleman for you.

Plus he's also a cold natured person; feelings don't come naturally to him. In fact, sternness, indifferent, and hate are the only emotions that Crassus can easily display. None of which he feels for you.

“Crassus, I need to go nurse the baby.” You tell your husband, breaking his hold on you as the sudden cries of your hungry and awakened newborn fill the air.

Nodding, Crassus pulls his hands away from you. “Go tend to Cassian.” Sitting up, he adds, “I need to shower and get ready for work anyways.”

“I’ll see you at breakfast.” You thinly smile at Crassus, fixing your robe before leaving the bedroom and going to the nursery to tend to your son- your pride and joy in the harsh world you live in.

You saw your husband at breakfast, which you ate alongside him, Grandma'am, and Coriolanus while Cassian was in a nearby bouncer seat. The bouncer was placed between you and Crassus- something that caused Coriolanus to give a side eye to you while shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth. You think he'd prefer for the baby bouncer to be between him and his father, but like hell you're not having your 2 week old baby by your side. Coryo can get over it, he knows that he's a father by biology only since you're married to Crassus.

Breakfast was non eventual. Everyone ate in relative silence. Or, at least it was until Coriolanus decided to tell his father how to handle his baby at the breakfast table.

Cassian started to fuss, so naturally Crassus bent down between the two of you (before you could) and scooped the baby up. “Petal, finish your eggs; then I'll pass him over to you.”

“Oh, sweetheart, isn't our Crassus being so thoughtful?” Grandma'am asked, her tone very motherly and insightful, as she reached for her glass of orange juice.

But before you could say something nice about your husband's thoughtfulness, Coriolanus’ lip curled up as he sneered, “You could just use the toe of your loafer to rock his bouncer instead of disturbing him and rushing mommy into eating her eggs so you can hand him off.”

You're appalled at what Coryo just told Crassus. Why would he say such a thing? You don't see a problem with Crassus trying to be helpful when it comes to Cassian, especially since Coriolanus doesn't seem to want to pitch in.

But once again, before you could voice your opinion, somebody beat you to the punch. This time it was your husband. Crassus' icy eyes narrowed at his young doppelganger, his deep voice was cold and hard as he said, “Don't worry about how I parent my son, Coriolanus. Instead, you need to worry about more important things- such as your future since you're graduating University soon.”

“I’ve been studying steadfastly and my Assistant Gamemaker job under Dr. Gaul's secure, so I feel that I'm free to point out a flaw in your parenting when I see one.” Coriolanus pompously retorts while sipping on his sweet coffee.

“I raised you, didn't I, Coriolanus? So, my parenting must not be that flawed, otherwise you wouldn't be on your way to becoming Dr. Gaul's personal assistant, now would you?” Crassus clapped back, causing you to ‘finish’ your eggs and noisyly set your fork on your plate with a loud clank.

“I’ll take him now, Crassus.” You quickly say, before Coryo can respond to his father, while holding your hands out for the baby.

Crassus saw that there’s still a few bites of egg on your plate, but his observant nature told him that you're asking for the baby as a way to avert the rising tension between him and his firstborn: Coriolanus. If Crassus is right about you having a similar personality to your father's then you're a person who avoids conflict. He respects that, truly he does because he doesn't want a wife that causes strife and squabbles.

But your attempts at tampering down the situation were fruitless. As Crassus passes Cassian to you, Coriolanus snottily says, “I'd say that Tigris more or less raised me since you're always at work and Grandma'am’s, well…she's a grandmother.”

“Coriolanus, how dare you speak to your father in such a way?” Grandma'am gasped, clutching her pearls in an astonished gesture.

All the while Crassus pointed a long finger at his son. “I won't have you disrespecting me or my mother in my house again, you bratty boy.” His voice was cold and hostile as he barked, “The next time you do you're out of my house; now get your disgraceful ass to University where it belongs.”

Coriolanus looked at you with pitiful, pleading baby blue eyes. He silently begged you to intercede on his behalf. But you didn't. How could you? After the disrespectful things he said, you'd be a fool to defend him. You're married to Crassus, not Coryo, so he truly can't expect you to take his side against his father's, can he?

When Coriolanus realized that you're not going to intervene for him, he slapped his napkin on his plate and stood up. “I wonder how long it'll take you to call him a disgraceful brat, father.” Coryo asked Crassus in a jeering hiss, gesturing to the baby in your arms, before storming out of the dining room.

Looking between you and Grandma'am, Crassus gave a simple apology of, “I'm sorry you had to see Coriolanus having a temper tantrum this morning.” Sighing, your husband stood up. “I need to get to work.” Pressing a quick peck to your cheek, he says, ‘Have a good day, Petal.”

“You too, Crassus.” You reply with a weak smile.

“Bye, mother.” Crassus tells Grandma'am before walking out of the dining room to grab his briefcase from his study before heading to work.

Grandma'am didn't say a word about what had just happened, just went back to eating her breakfast. You got the feeling that she didn't want to be put in the middle of her son and grandson. So, you decided to just let her eat in peace.

Despite what happened during breakfast, you're feeling good today. In fact, you think you're over your baby blues since you're feeling a lot like your old self. So much so that after lunch you decide to take Cassian out for his very first shopping trip in Capitol City, Panem.

Grandma'am was so excited that you felt better; wanted to get out and about with the baby. She gave you her blessing before lying down for her afternoon nap. Even told you to get yourself something nice that Crassus would like to see on you.

So, that's how you ended up wheeling your baby around in his pram in a very popular shopping quarter in the high end section of the Capitol. But you weren't alone. The driver that Crassus hired for you shortly after Cassian was born, to accompany the car he bought you since you needed transportation for appointments and such regarding the baby etc, followed you around like a bodyguard.

Actually, Alexios truly was your bodyguard. But you didn't know that; only your husband and the man he hired to be your personal driver knew that. Considering Alexios had once been a Peacekeeper that had served under Crassus, well, the driver was more than qualified to be your bodyguard.

And talk about your bodyguard, he's currently carrying a bunch of shopping bags for you as you wheel the baby out of the high end baby boutique after buying a few new outfits and toys for him. “Where to next, Mrs. Snow?” Alexios asks, following right behind you. He's looking over you like an intimidating shadow donning a chauffeur’s cap.

You've been to a handful of stores; bought some new things for yourself and Cassian- even picked up a new turbin for Grandma'am as a thank you for being a kind mother figure to you during your struggle with the baby blues. So, you're ready to take a tiny break.

“There's a little coffee shop nearby that makes the best chocolate cupcakes and frozen mocha chip frappuccinos. I'd like to go there for a little snack before doing any more shopping.” You tell Alexios while smiling and making funny faces at your son, who's looking up at you with his father's eyes while happily resting in his navy blue pram.

The driver nods. “We'll go there after placing the bags in the car.”

“You don't have to drive me, I can walk there. It's only a block away.” You tell Alexios since you don't want him to go out of his way driving you somewhere that's only a couple of minutes walk away.

Alexios, despite having his hands, hell his arms, full of your shopping bags, managed to grab a hold of the handle of the pram and stop you in your tracks. Giving you a serious look, he tells you, “Mrs. Snow, your husband, General Snow, hired me to drive you around and keep an eye on both you and his son. I intend to do that, so I'll be driving you to the coffee shop.”

“Fine, since it's your job you'll drive us to Sweet Brew.” You relent, knowing that your driver wasn't going to back down since he threw your husband up to you.

Meanwhile A Block Away At Sweet Brew…

Coriolanus had a sweet tooth, which was why when Livia suggested that they take a break from studying to spend some time together he took her to the coffee shop known for having the best chocolate desserts and artisan coffees in the Capitol. Coriolanus had never gone on a coffee date with anyone to his favorite shop before, so taking Livia there was a big step. In fact, sitting at the table sharing a chocolate croissant while sipping on mugs of sweet coffee made the two blondes look like a young, blossoming couple beginning their journey down a road that'll entwine them together for life.

What wasn't visible to the naked eye was Coriolanus' hatred for his female companion or her lust for a position on a powerful man's arm as a proper and elite lady of Capitol City. The platinum blonde man with the halo of curls had an unquenchable need to be validated, appreciated, admired, and held in high esteem that he'd go to any lengths to feel wanted, valued, and recognized. Including entertaining a young lady he hates, because although Coriolanus hates the obnoxious and snobby dirty blonde she does hang on his every word and move; acts highly impressed by his wits and charm.

And Livia, well, she's getting her sucks in a row for her future. Despite Coriolanus getting under her skin and being a bit needy (he was moaning like a desperate whore in heat and rutting against her thigh during their make out session in the back of the library the other night), the dirty blonde knew that the platinum blonde boy was her ticket to a successful future since he's the Snow heir; son of the beloved Capitol war hero General Crassus Snow. She'll put up with him for the sake of future prestige. Plus, Coriolanus Snow is Dr. Gaul's pet, Miss Cardew would be a fool not to overlook his whinny and submissive tendencies while alone since he's on the clear road to success and power in Capitol City, Panem.

“Mrs. Snow, while you're enjoying your coffee I'll be right outside keeping an eye on you.” Alexios told you, unfolding the pram while you stood next to him on the curb, cradling Cassian close to your chest.

“Or you could just join me at a table; have some coffee and cake too.” You countered with a friendly smile.

“I assure you, Ma’am, that I'll have a cup of coffee and some cake.” The former peacekeeper tells you, gesturing for you to place your son in the now ready pram. “But I'll be outside because I'm your driver and it wouldn't be professional of me to be sharing coffee with you inside the shop.” Alexios explains as you place Cassian in his pram.

“Just because my husband hired you to be my driver doesn't mean that you can't sit inside the coffee shop with me.” You tell your chauffeur while wheeling your baby up the sidewalk; towards Sweet Brew.

Unknown to you, Alexios has strict orders from Crassus to keep a vigilant eye on you, but not to socialize with you; to keep everything professional or else. And when a man with a cold, hateful gaze like Crassus Snow’s says ‘or else' one takes that as a threat to their existence. And one doesn't go against their boss’ wishes when he's got the power to ruin their lives with a snap of his fingers.

“Mrs. Snow, you can't sway me. I'll keep an eye on you from outside.”

“That's your way of telling me to sit at a window seat, isn't it?” You ask while reaching the front door of the quaint coffee house that you adore.

“Yes, it is, Ma’am.” Alexios confirmed your suspicions while opening the door for you; causing the bell to chime.

The handful of customers didn't pay you any mind as you wheeled the pram into the coffee shop and you didn't pay them any mind either. As you wheel Cassian up to the counter to order, Alexios follows behind you. Your bodyguard/chauffeur’s too worried about protecting you and your son, so he didn't notice Coriolanus Snow sitting with the Cardew banking heiress at a window side table.

Once at the counter you order a large mocha frozen chip frappuccino with extra cocoa nibs and a triple chocolate cupcake. Your driver ordered a black coffee and a triple chocolate cupcake to go. And when your order was ready, you took your things and found a seat at a window side table while Alexios took his order outside.

As you sit at your table, sipping on your coffee and eating your cupcake, your bodyguard leans against the car keeping vigil over you while enjoying his own treats from Sweet Brew. Alexios notices how your table is right across from Coriolanus’; giving him the perfect window view of Crassus Snow's entire family. Something he wasn't expecting, truth be told. He also notices that Coriolanus is on a date; realizes that neither you nor him are acknowledging one another.

He wonders if he should share that detail with his boss, Crassus. Shaking his head, Alexios takes another bite of his triple chocolate cupcake; watching you intently.

You shake your head while looking out the window and seeing your driver leaning against the car, sipping on coffee and watching you like a hawk. You think it's silly how he refuses to join you inside of the shop, but you understand where he's coming from. You're the wife of a very prominent and important military man; he's wants to be as professional as possible because of it.

You still think it's silly tho.

The street outside of Sweet Brew seems to be very busy as you enjoy your snack. You watch people bustling around, shopping bags and young children in toe. You can't help, but to smile as you see a mother holding her child's hand while the little boy happily holds a bag from the local toy store. One day that'll be you and Cassian.

Cassian begins to stir, causing you to pull your attention away from the window and back onto your surroundings inside of the coffee shop. While turning to check on your son, you get a quick glimpse of the man in the table across from yours. All you see is his mop of platinum curls and his broad azure shirt covered shoulders, but it's enough to give you an odd sense of deja vu.

As you're picking Cassian up out of his pram, you can't help but realize that the voice of the blonde man sitting across from your table sounds very familiar. So familiar that it's a bit eerie. While settling your son against your chest; rocking him gently, you reach for your drink and see that the dirty blonde girl at the table across from yours is caressing the familiar man's arm. She's also leaning very close to him, so close that she's practically out of her seat and climbing over the table- practically crowding the man's personal space as she coos at him.

The sight makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. Sick to your stomach even and you don't exactly know why.

But something about the man's voice churns your insides when you hear him say, “Livia, my darling, you're truly the only one to care about my ambitions and success; that means the world to me. Infact, you mean the world to me, darling.”, while leaning in close to the dirty blonde while returning her caresses with one of his own.

The way he said darling is a dead ringer for how Coriolanus says it. And the way the man's large hand caressed the side of her face reminds you of the way Coriolanus' hands softly touches the apple of your cheeks.

You feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach as your brain puts two and two together. The blonde man with Livia, as in Livia Cardew- the biggest bitch you had the displeasure of attending the Academy with, was mostly likely Coriolanus.

Coriolanus: as in your lover and the father of your child.

But, since you didn't see his face, you weren't certain.

As you sip your coffee, you stare at the man across from you, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face. And when he lifts his head up after breaking off a piece of his chocolate pastry, your eyes meet his baby blues and it's confirmed that he is, in fact, Coriolanus.

So, the man that claims to love you and begged you to let him give you a baby's cheating on you. And not with just anybody, but Livia Cardew- the heir of the Cardew stronghold of Capitol First Banks.

You can't believe this.

And neither can he.

Coriolanus’ face never falters, but his eyes widen slightly at the sight of you. A quick sense of fear and shame flash in his cerulean eyes before he breaks eye contact with you. He's quick to plaster a fake smile on his face and tell Livia a dumb joke, making her laugh obnoxiously like a hyena.

You feel so stupid, so heartbroken. And a thousand questions fill up your mind. How long has the cheating been going on for? Was Livia the first or was there others? Did he ever love you? Was being with you and getting you pregnant a game to him- some way to stick it to his father; your husband?

God, how could you be so stupid? You should've never let yourself get wrapped up in Coriolanus. You should've just dealt with Crassus instead of being charmed and wooed by his son because now you feel like a fool.

A broken hearted fool.

You feel as if the walls are closing in on you, being so close to the cheating bastard that fooled you into believing his charming lies of love makes you want to either cry or throw up. Hell, probably both.

You need to get out of Sweet Brew before you have a breakdown. So, you place Cassian back into his pram, sling your handbag over your shoulder, and quickly stand up. You grab your coffee and half-eaten cupcake, only to rush out of the coffee shop.

“Alexios, I'm ready to go home.” You announce to your driver as soon as you wheel the baby over to the car.

Alexios nods and helps both you and Cassian into the car. While he's folding up the pram to place in the trunk he notices that Coriolanus speed walks out of the coffee shop, a couple of books under his arm. The young Snow subtly tries to look into the back of the car, but fails to do so since the windows are tinted.

Alexios realizes that something must've happened inside of the coffee shop between you two. He doesn't know what, since he didn't see you exchange words, but he'll be letting his boss know about it.

As Alexios places the pram into the trunk, Coriolanus begins to walk down the sidewalk towards the Corso. His coffee date, Livia, exits Sweet Brew with a few books of her own and a look of dismay on her painted face. It's clear as day that she didn't want the date to end; that Coriolanus ended it abruptly.

You're too busy fighting back tears and feeling the shattered pieces of your heart dropping into your stomach to notice what's going on outside of your car's window.

But when you get home, after the chauffeur helps you bring up your bags, you'll be confronted face to face with the young Snow that made you a mother, an adulterous, shattered your heart into a million pieces.

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[arokel]

hello bitb fandom

in celebration of me posting my 10th !! bitb fic I thought maybe I should, you know, mention it here, so here is my ✨BITB Fic Masterpost✨

come hang out with me on ao3; I promise I'm a fun person even if my most recent fic might suggest otherwise

Or Would I Ask You to Kiss Me Slow // T, Bobby/Don

Bobby kissed him ferociously, feverishly, with every ounce of the command he displayed at the rudder of a shell, guiding Don here and there with his grip in Don’s shirt and his hand on the back of Don’s neck, bruising almost to the point of pain. It was demanding and confident and nothing like any way Don had ever been kissed before. "Alright?" It was alright. But it wasn't great.

But if This Ditty is Not So Pretty // G

Joe Rantz cleans an auditorium, thinks about his family, and sings some showtunes.

An Unconstant Lover is Worse Than a Thief // G, Ulbrickson/Bolles

Johnny White sees someone suspicious leaving Coach Ulbrickson's house in the early hours of the morning, college boys have fertile imaginations, and Hazel Ulbrickson's ego gets a significant boost.

Hands Touch, Eyes Meet // G, Bobby/Don

Bobby Moch’s eyes were a particularly piercing, robin’s-egg blue which only seemed to get bluer and more piercing the longer you looked - so long as he was looking back. And, it seemed to Don Hume, he usually was.

Night Ride Home, You Know You Got Me // T, Bobby/Don

Last night Moch and I went into Berlin to the stadium & spoke over world hookup. We spent 22 marks taxi fare and met some good guys. Drank champagne. --excerpt from Don Hume's diary, August 15th, 1936

Egg Harbor // G

“I wish Bolles wouldn’t say things like that,” Roger complained, voice raised to be heard over the sputtering showers. “Okey-doke. He’s too old to talk like us.” --AKA "an exercise in why using actual 1930s slang in fics removes all sense of gravitas or believability"

Only Hymns Upon Your Lips // E, Bobby/Don

Because Bobby said — Do you like pain, boys? Because that’s what you’re gonna get with me in charge. You’re going to hurt more than you’ve ever hurt in your life and by the time I’m done with you you’re going to enjoy it.

When You and I Have Just One Second // M, Bobby/Don

Don and Bobby try their absolute hardest to stay out of any compromising situations during their time in Berlin. The universe has other plans.

Bossy // E, Bobby/Don

“I want it. I just thought…” “You thought what?” “Thought you’d want it the other way around,” Don murmurs.

What If I'm Better Off // T , Bobby/Don

Bobby was a born fighter. The harder something came to him, the better he worked to be at it. He chased girls and snuck through windows and got kicked out of dormitories, and he never let his eyes wander or gave in to the gnawing pit of inadequacy in his stomach. Six pivotal moments in Bobby Moch's understanding of himself.

[annietlee90]

Book of the Month: The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Berlin Olympics

Out of the depths of the Great Depression comes this incredible true story about beating the odds and finding hope in desperate times. From the beginning of the book, The Boys in the Boat captured my imagination as I imagined myself in Joe Rantz’s shoes. A teenager without a family and dim prospects for a better life, this story follows Joe as he goes from being a nobody to finding a new family on the boat, taking the Gold at the Olympics, and defeating the Nazis on their own turf in Berlin. With over 20,000 five star reviews, I know you’ll enjoy this one, and I believe there are some deep lessons about life to be gleaned from it as well. Read it, then come back and let’s discuss your takeaways on a live call! Click here to register for the live discussion.

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[kraken-spines]

Recs-mas Day 10: A Book about Awesome Boys

The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Berlin Olympics by Daniel James Brown

I feel like I need to preface this by saying I’m not normally into patriotic nonfiction. But this book is about the American rowers who mostly came from modest origins and wound up winning the 1936 Berlin Olympics. 

I thought the close look at Joe Rantz’s experience growing up poor in Oregon and living through the Great Depression, the details about rowing were all interesting. As it’s odd to imagine Rowing used to be more popular than American Football in the USA. The book was a good look at what America and the world looked like to a poor man from Oregon earning the opportunity to travel to Berlin.

I wish that Daniel James Brown had started this book earlier so he could get the experiences directly from the other men but there was a good amount of research done and the camaraderie between “the boys in the boat” is just as compelling as the historical context. If you’re looking for a different sort of sports memoir this is it. Also there was a documentary made based on this book which might be worth looking into.

[personalgrowthchannel]

Book of the Month: The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Berlin Olympics

Out of the depths of the Great Depression comes this incredible true story about beating the odds and finding hope in desperate times. From the beginning of the book, The Boys in the Boat captured my imagination as I imagined myself in Joe Rantz's shoes. A teenager without a family and dim prospects for a better life, this story follows Joe as he goes from being a nobody to finding a new family on the boat, taking the Gold at the Olympics, and defeating the Nazis on their own turf in Berlin. With over 20,000 five star reviews, I know you'll enjoy this one, and I believe there are some deep lessons about life to be gleaned from it as well. Read it, then come back and let's discuss your takeaways on a live call! Click here to register for the live discussion.

Continue Reading » source https://www.personalgrowthchannel.com/2019/04/book-of-month-boys-in-boat-nine.html

[fredkreynj]

Book of the Month: The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Berlin Olympics

Out of the depths of the Great Depression comes this incredible true story about beating the odds and finding hope in desperate times. From the beginning of the book, The Boys in the Boat captured my imagination as I imagined myself in Joe Rantz's shoes. A teenager without a family and dim prospects for a better life, this story follows Joe as he goes from being a nobody to finding a new family on the boat, taking the Gold at the Olympics, and defeating the Nazis on their own turf in Berlin. With over 20,000 five star reviews, I know you'll enjoy this one, and I believe there are some deep lessons about life to be gleaned from it as well. Read it, then come back and let's discuss your takeaways on a live call! Click here to register for the live discussion.

Continue Reading » Via https://www.personalgrowthchannel.com/2019/04/book-of-month-boys-in-boat-nine.html

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[starrvsn]

౨ৎ ּ ׅ ۫ ✧ 。BOYS IN THE BOAT ˚₊ ꒰ TO BE LOVED .

﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚

𝟒𝟏𝟏. some of the fictional characters of the boys in the boat comforting you when you’re upset. (for anyone in need of some tlc)

INCLUDES ⠆joe rantz, don hume, bobby moch, george hunt and chuck day

BOBBY MOCH ⠆

ever since you’ve started dating it had become very easy for bobby to read you, you were like an open book to him. so when he met you after practice and your sweet melodic voice didn’t greet him the second you saw him, he knew something was wrong. bobby doesn’t hesitate to start comforting you, he didn’t even need to know what was wrong from him to make you feel better. he knew the last thing you wanted was for him to ask you why you were upset so he sticks to comforting you. he hugs you; soothingly rubbing your lower back as he holds you close, his presence alone calms you down. soon he asks what had happened but doesn’t force you to tell him, he doesn’t dare to. then he’s praising you with soft compliments as he pressed kisses on your face, hair or hands. he overall just wants you to feel happy and appreciated since you do so much for him.

DON HUME ⠆

don isn’t the best at comforting people, especially people of importance so seeing you sitting in front of the piano with tears in your eyes when you looked at him, he froze. a plethora of thoughts racing through his mind as he tried to figure out was wrong but most importantly what he could do to make you feel better. he takes cautious steps towards you and kneels when he gets to his desired spot that is as close to you as possible “you alright darling?” he asks rubbing your arms comfortingly, he doesn’t say much when he’s comforting you, he lets his actions speak for themselves. you nod wiping all your excess tears away, telling him how frustrated you are over this piece you were learning. don’s heart breaks a little seeing you so upset like that, he wanted to cheer you up in anyway he could so the first thing that came to mind was the piano so he’s quick to move his hands on the keys of the instrument, playing the only song he really knew. the washington fight song; as he plays and softly sings the words— a soft smile tugs on your face as you begin to sing along, resting your head against his arm as he plays.

JOE RANTZ ⠆

he reacts instinctively. as soon as he sees you enter his dorm with a solemn face he’s already on his feet comforting you. it was every evident in your relationship that joe just wanted you to always be happy and obviously it isn’t fool proof because sometimes things get to you. he tries his hardest to always put a smile on your face and that’s exactly what he tries to do to turn your frown upside down. he takes his time because the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm you more, he asks whats upset you and from how you tell him is how he differs on how upset you are. if you hadn’t said anything at all you were far too upset but if not you weren’t to upset to respond to your boyfriend. so when you didn’t reply he immediately comforted you into a hug before bringing you to his bed so can cuddle, he lays atop you while he speaks softly about how strong and lovely you are while drawing soft patterns on your arm, later he tries to make you laugh and it always works to make your mood brighter. he praises you before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

GEORGE HUNT ⠆

the second he sits beside you in the library, he felt something was off. at first he couldn’t tell but there was a certain tension in the air and when george looks over at you it’s like he could see a cloud hanging over you, he wanted nothing more than to swat it away… but of course there wasn’t a cloud over your head but he now knew you were upset. he could especially tell from how aggressively you were turning the pages of your textbook. he knew better to bombard you so he kept his distance letting your mood soften a bit, but it doesn’t stop him from glancing ever so often trying to not look over so often. but ultimately you come to him when your ready and that is when he gives you his undivided attention and all the love and comfort he can give. physical affection comes easy to george so him comforting you has become a second nature to him, even if it leads to him speaking so sweetly to you to you. he bombards you with kisses, cuddles and words of encouragement and reassurance to make sure any negative thoughts you had go away and all you can think about is him, caring less that you’re in a public place.

CHUCK DAY ⠆

like bobby; chuck can read you very easily, especially emotionally. he can tell immediately that something is wrong when he goes to pick to you up from your last class of the day; assuming you’re upset about something that happened in class. chuck tries his absolute best to get your mind off it while at the same to reassuring you and praising you as you spend your day together. in a more quieter fashion he would take you on walks to the park so you could clear your head and even open up to your lover on what had made you so upset, it concerns chuck the most because you get super quiet when your upset. he misses when your talking his ear off about your day but he knows that it’ll subside eventually and he will try his absolute best to help you feel better.

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[starrvsn]

౨ৎ my forever valentine with fictional!don hume & joe rantz

modern!UW (we know there was nothing like this in the 1930s…)

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ynmoore my sweet little valentine @‘donhume couldn’t have asked for for anyone better. a true gentlemen and best lover, i've never a felt a love like yours. i mean who else could cry over watching 10 things i hate about you? also who else can play and sing can't take my eyes of you like in the movie?? only don. there's no life i see myself without you… love you lots 🩵

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chuckeveryday is this how i find out donny boy had a girlfriend?

ynmoore best way to fine out imo

joycees where are the tissues :(((

shortyhunt never think i’d be jealous of don in my life

jimmickmillin well there goes my $10

gorddyadm guess who’s $10 richer

donhume there’s no way, i hate you guys :(

bobbymochmywords the money id pay to hear don sing take my eyes off you

donhume you’d never get that out of me

ynmoore six cosmopolitans and he’ll do it

donhume never thought my own girlfriend would betray me

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ynhart why have donuts when i can have yonuts??? for him and him only my forever valentine @‘jrantz he didn’t ask me to be his valentine yet so i guess i will >:^( talk ab a gentleman,,, but i will always choose him over anyone else. 🤍 on a serious note i've never met anyone so passionate and genuine about what they love, i love you a million times over.

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jrantz babe the first line????

ynhart don’t act like you don’t like it ;))

joycees only yn can be this unserious and still be sweet

shortyhunt even me :(

ynhart yes even you george…

donhume couple of the year

chuckeveryday i want joe to eat me like the bread in the first pic :p

jrantz dude….

ynhart my thoughts exactly ;))

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Training

Joe Rantz X Ulbrickson!Reader

Summary: When Joe Rantz meets his coach's daughter. He develops a crush...

Warning: 18+/ blowjob/ Swearing/ Mean Joyce (she's a sweetheart, but in this, she's annoying)/ historical sexism/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 1.6k

A/n: Guys! I just watched The boys in the Boat and I'm in love with Joe Rantz. Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy❤️

The first training for the new rowing team. Al Ulbrickson, his daughter and other people made their way to the dock. ‘’Honey, can you go upstairs? The boys need their maximum focus, it’s their first training and I don’t want them to be distracted by you.’’ Her father asked. Normally, she would’ve complained, saying it wasn’t fair. But her father was already stressed, so she nodded and went upstairs, to watch the training while she did her homework. She was studying to be a teacher, even though it wasn’t her first choice, she wanted to help design the boats, but engineering wasn’t an option for woman. ‘’Distracting, yeah, my outfit is distracting, its like a million degrees outside, try wearing a blouse!’’ she whispered, complaining about her father. She also wore pants, just like her mother. She liked skirts, but pants were better. She pulled her things out of her bag and started to work.

He was exhausted and his body hurt. The other guys on the team went away, but when he saw a light upstairs, he decided to let his curiosity win. She heard footsteps coming up, but when a man that was not her dad opened the door, she was surprised. But she recognized him, he was in class with her. ‘’Oh, sorry I thought the room was empty. ‘’ He said. ‘’Hey you’re Joe Rantz, right?’’ she asked. He looked at her, he thought that she was beautiful, and really cool for wearing pants. ‘’Yeah, but I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.’’ he said, shyly. ‘’Don’t worry, I’m Y/n’’ she extended her hand. They shook hands. His were rough, it showed that his body was tired. ‘’Rough day?’’ she asked. ‘’Yeah, what are you doing up here alone?’’ he asked. ‘’Uh, my dad is, uh, the coach’’ she mumbled. ‘’And he didn’t want me to be by the dock, he was scared that I would distract the boys.’’ She was nervous, but for no reason at all. He was really handsome, and it intimidated her, usually, she didn’t have trouble speaking with boys. But that blonde boy was making it hard to look at him in the eyes. ‘’Well, he’s right, you’re really pretty, and I would’ve been distracted.’’ He flirted. She blushed and bit her bottom lip. Just when she was going to say something, her dad comes in the office. ‘’Y/n let’s – Joe, what are you doing here?’’ he asks. ‘’Nothing coach, I, uh, I thought someone let one of the lights open, so I came to check’’ he stutters. ‘’It’s okay, dad, he and I have a class together, I know him’’ Y/n came to his rescue. ‘’Alright, go home, get some rest. Come on Y/n, I’ll bring you back to your dorm.’’ He spoke. She decided to stay on campus, she wanted her parents to have the house for themselves and she wanted the hole experience.

Weeks passed since they first met, they kept talking and they sat next to each other in class. But now, he couldn’t be fins, today was the first race and coach wanted them to be there early. Joe was at the library, when he was about to leave, a girl he went to school with stopped him. ‘’You’re Joe Rantz, I remember you, you had a huge crush on me in 4th grade’’ Joyce rambled. Joe wanted nothing more than leave, to avoid being late, but Joyce was holding him. Y/n was running in the halls to try and find the missing blonde, when she ran past the library, she finally found him, with Joyce. She entered the room, sweating from the running she just did. ‘’Finally, Joe!’’ she said, walking up to him. Joyce stared at her, judging her. ‘’Joe, we have to go, you’re almost late.’’ She panted. ‘’Hi, I’m Joyce! And this is Joe, but he’s nervous right now, so he’s not very chatty’’ she said. Y/n wanted to roll her eyes, but she managed to put a fake smile on her lips. ‘’Nice to meet you, and I know who he is. Come on’’ he was packing his stuff as Joyce walked away. ‘’By the way, did you ever lose that crush?’’ she teased as she left the room. Joe wanted to explain that she was just a friend, and an annoying fan. ‘’Y/n – ‘’ she cut him off. ‘’I don’t care, explain later, you have to go!’’ she rushed him.

He'd just won the race! He felt so happy! He’d work so hard to get there, and now he just won his first race. She felt so happy! Her dad’s team just won! They were gonna have a party to celebrate. She decided to leave to go and get ready, she had the perfect dress for the occasion. It was a baby blue long dress with small puffy short sleeves. It was simple, but really pretty, she let her long hair down and putted white heels on. 2 hours later, she stepped inside the reception room, with the loud music. She didn’t see Joe, but he saw her. The second she stepped in the room, he spotted her. Joyce was becoming a problem, not wanting to leave him. ‘’Joyce, you’re really great, but please I need space.’’ He said, trying not to sound mean. The second she left him, Joe almost ran to Y/n. She saw him walking towards her, Joyce was not with him, so she smiled. ‘’Hi!’’ he said. She had to lean in to reach his ear do they could hear the other. ‘’Hi, congratulations on the win!’’ she said. He had trouble hearing her. After they tried to yell in the other’s ear, the decided to go somewhere quiet. They went to her dorm room, she was on the first floor, the only room there. Being the Coach’s daughter had its privileges. When she shut the door, they were both standing up. ‘’Look, Y/n about earlier. – ‘’ he begun. ‘’Joe, it’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. You’re an adult, you do what you want, with who you want, as long as it doesn’t affect the team, your okay’’ she said, hiding the pain in her voice. She didn’t want him to be with Joyce. She developed a crush on him over the past weeks. He did too, he thought she was amazing, and so smart. ‘’Y/n, I don’t care about Joyce. And I don’t have a crush on her, I have a crush on you!’’ he confessed, his confession wasn’t supposed to be heard. She blushed and smile. ‘’I, uh, I’m sorry I – ‘’ she cut him off by quickly kissing him. She kissed him before her brain starts to panic. When they broke the kiss, he was red, so was she. ‘’I have a crush on you too, Joe’’ she admitted. She saw that he was not believing what just happened, so she pulled him by the tie and kissed him again. ‘’You deserve a reward for your win today’’ she whispered.

He wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t the most experienced person on earth. When she said those words, he thought he was going to faint. ‘’I know your stiff, and we don’t want to make it worse, sit down’’ she said, pointing her bed. He didn’t know what she was going to do, but when she straddled his lap to kiss him, he knew that she was in charge. ‘’You’re okay with this?’’ she asked him. He nodded and kissed her again. ‘’You trust me?’’ he nodded again. She felt him get hard underneath her, so when she dropped to her knees, she took his pants with her. He never got sucked before, the guys on the team said it was amazing, he was about to find out. She spat on his dick, before taking him in her mouth. He was big, but she’d done it before, so she didn’t gag. She started to bob her head at a medium pace, not wanting to torture him, but not making him cum too fast. ‘’Holy shit’’ he moaned as his hand found her hair. He felt really good, he was so excited. He just won a race, and the girl he has a crush on, feels the same thing, and is currently sucking him off. He was in heaven. She felt him jerk his hips a little, after all, he didn’t do it for a long time. And he had roommates, it was hard to jerk off. She took him further down her throat, making him moan again. ‘’Y/n, oh my, this is a-a-amazing. Shit’’ his brain was starting to malfunction. She felt him twitch in her mouth, she moaned on his dick. The vibration from the sound she just made drove him crazy. ‘’ I’m gonna cum, shit Y/n, I’m gonna – ‘’ his sentence was cut short by his orgasm. His sperm went down her throat as she swallowed. He was feeling euphoric. She got up, wiping her mouth. She smiled at him, seeing how beautiful he was.

‘’Thank you, it was amazing.’’ He praised her. She blushed and looked at him while he laid down in her bed. She went to lay next to him. ‘’I’m really proud of you, Joe Rantz’’ she whispered. ‘’And I really like you, Y/n Ulbrickson’’ he said, kissing the top of her head. ‘’When you win in Berlin, would you let me wear the gold medal?’’ she asked him. ‘’Of course I will, so does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?’’ he asked. ‘’Do you want me to be your girlfriend?’’ she asked, joy in her voice. ‘’I would love for you to be my girlfriend’’ he replied. ‘’Then yes, I’m your girlfriend, Joe.’’

[phoward89]

Masterlist

Stepcest, Stepson!Coryo x Stepmother!Reader, Sub!Coriolanus, Soft!Dom!Reader, Crassus Snow x Younger!Reader

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Crassus Snow is a cold hearted asshole, but he's a hot asshole... Stepcest, Cuckold, older man/younger woman, arranged marriage, cheating, affairs, secrets, cussing, secret love child

Part 3:

Your first night home’s an experience, to say the least. The baby cries a lot and you're the only one tending to him. Crassus has no intentions of helping you. In fact, he already made it clear on the ride home that as his wife; as the mother of his son it's your job to take care of the newborn. That his job's to be the provider; not the nurturer.

Grandma'am gave you some advice on how often to feed baby Cassian and even showed you how to swaddle him, but other than that she wasn't going to be changing his diapers or soothing him in the middle of the night. Between her being a bit hard of hearing in one ear and old, well, she'd be out like a light once she went to bed.

And Coryo…

Ha, any help you thought you'd get from him on your first night home with the baby never happened.

In fact, Coryo wanted his ‘mommy’ to help him out with a very hard problem.

You had just managed to calm Cassian down after feeding and changing him whenever Coryo entered the nursery, which was actually Tigris' old room. You hear his footsteps and turn around, only to smile when you see him. You think he's here to help you.

But how could you know that's not the case?

“Coryo, I just put him down. But we can sit down in the rocker and watch him for a bit.” You tell Coriolanus as he shuts the door and locks it before making his way over to you.

But you don't see the slight flick of his wrist when he locks the door tho. No, you think he's in the nursery to genuinely see your son; not to get handsy with you.

Coryo comes up behind you, only to wrap his arms around you and press his bulge against your ass. “I'd like you to sit on my lap, mommy. But while you're riding my cock.” He tells you while pressing open mouth kisses up and down your neck.

What? It's your first night home with a newborn and he wants to fuck! Seriously?...

Breaking his hold around you and turning to face him, you sigh, “I'm not fucking you tonight, Coryo.”

“Why not? It's been a few days since we've been able to.” Your platinum blonde boy asks, a slight pout to his lush lips.

“I just had a baby, that's why not.” You replied with exhaustion in your voice.

“But, mommy, I’m so hard and need you.” Coriolanus says in his subby tone, batting his lashes at you in an attempt to manipulate you into riding him on the chair nestled in the corner.

“I'm sorry, but we can't do anything.” You apologize, although you truly have nothing to apologize for. “Plus, the doctor says I have to wait 6 weeks, til I'm healed, to have sex again.” You add in for good measure once you see Coryo furrowed brow.

“It's going to take you that long to heal?” Coriolanus asked in disbelief. Two months, he has to go two months without fucking you. Oh, that was quite a long time. An impossible task given that he's used to fucking you a lot.

Not even waiting for you to give him an answer, he pulls you to him and starts lightly humping against your leg. Pawing at your boobs, that are swollen and full with milk, he suggests, “Then I suppose you'll just have to help me out by giving me a hand, or better yet using your mouth on me.”

“I'm not jerking you off or blowing you tonight, Coriolanus.” You tell him while pushing him off of you.

“But mommy, I need you. Don't you want to make your baby boy feel good?” Coriolanus pressed, sounding like a needy brat, as he grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on the hardness straining his pants.

“Coryo, I'm tired and I've been taking care of the baby all day. I'm honestly not in the mood to make you cum.” You tell your lover while pulling your hand away from his crotch.

“I'm tired too, but I can't sleep until I cum. I need to cum and I need you so bad.” Coriolanus needily told you, his icy eyes flashing with desperation and lust.

“You have a hand, Coriolanus, so use it.” You tell him, feeling your patience start to wane. Shaking your head, you sigh, “I'm going back to bed, you should too.”

“Oh, so you'd rather go to bed with my hateful father, who doesn't give a damn about you, then spend time with me- touch me and make me cum?” Coriolanus asked, a sting to his voice, as you pushed past him and went over to the door.

You just shook your head, unlocked the door, and exited the nursery. You're too tired to argue with Coryo right now.

As you walk down the hall towards the master bedroom that you share with Crassus, you hear the sound of the nursery door open and shut paired with Coriolanus' footsteps heading into the direction of his room. A room that was on the opposite end of the hall then yours.

And when you reach the master bedroom, you walk inside only to see your husband sound asleep. You notice how the sliver of moonlight streaming in thru a crack in the window curtains illuminates your husband's features; cast a glow on him that makes his face seem at ease- at peace.

When you join him in bed, he stirs and groggily asks, “‘S the baby settled?”

“Yes.” You nod against your pillow.

While pulling the blankets up around your shoulder, you heard your husband’s sleep laden voice order, “Go back to sleep, Y/N. And don't wake me next time.”

Of course, Crassus doesn't want you waking him up next time you have to tend to the baby in the middle of the night. Well, isn't he such a great husband? But you don't expect anything else from him since your husband's a cold, unfeeling, stern man.

Why should he care about you being exhausted from taking care of a newborn for the very first time? You're nothing to Crassus, but a young pretty thing that warms his bed; gave him another son. A son he'll probably ignore and ridicule like he does to Coriolanus.

There's nothing you can do about Crassus’ cold attitude, so you just close your eyes and tell him okay before letting sleep take hold of you.

It's been a few days since you brought Cassian home and you're starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by being a new mom. Especially since you had no help from either your husband or your baby daddy.

Crassus is a workaholic so he’s walking out of the door before breakfast gets served and coming home just in time for dinner to be served. Coriolanus, well…he wasn't as helpful as you thought he'd be. In fact, Coryo's cut from the same cloth as his father.

Coriolanus is very ambitious and that trait has him rushing off to the University; essentially ignoring your pathetic sniffles and cries as you begin to feel overwhelmed with everything. And if he’s not at the University then he’s at Dr. Gaul's lab, doing his apprenticeship.

Coryo loves being the intern of the mad scientist because he’s able to thrive; able to showcase his talents and wits for riddles and creating mechanisms of psychological control. Working and learning underneath Dr. Gaul honed Coriolanus’ natural born abilities of manipulation and cunning. It also helps him learn how to control things around him, how to view living things, including the human citizens of Panem, as animals ranked on the food chain.

Yea…

Coriolanus Snow quite enjoys both his time at the University and his time studying under the mad scientist.

But you didn't enjoy it since it meant you didn't see him. It also meant that he’s too busy with his studies and securing a permanent job in Dr. Gaul's lab to do anything to help you with the baby.

Well, at least Grandma'am’s helping you and giving you advice about motherhood when she’s able to. But she's elderly and takes naps. Plus, she does like to visit the neighbor, Pluribus, to talk about the good old days before the war and you can't find it in your heart to ask her to stay home instead of taking her neighborly visits next door.

So, essentially it's just you and the baby.

And you're fine with that. Really, you are. So, then why are you so weepy and melancholy?

It seems that you have the baby blues.

One day,after feeding and changing Cassian, you're in the sitting room having mid-morning tea with Grandma'am. You zone out as she's talking to you, staring into your tea cup while feeling the sudden urge to cry. And suddenly, the urge becomes a reality and you're a sniffling mess.

Wiping your tears, you apologize to her. “I'm sorry, Grandma'am. I don't know what's come over me all of a sudden.”

“Have you been feeling this way for a while, dear?” Your mother-in-law asks instead of accepting your apology.

“Yes,” You nod, starting to weep again. “And I don't know why.”

“Oh, my sweet dear, you have yourself a case of the baby blues.” Grandma'am tells you matter-of-factly. Patting your hand, she reveals, “I had them when I had your husband.” She gives you a sympathetic smile. “Don't you worry, it'll pass in time.”

You nod, sniffling and wiping your tears away with your free hand. At least now you know what's wrong with you.

“Thank you for telling me about why I'm feeling this way.” You gratefully smile, eyes sore and puffy from crying.

“Oh, Y/N, with your mother not being involved much it's my duty to tell you about the baby blues and other matters that relate to motherhood.”

As long as it wasn't spoken into existence, you could ignore your mother's lack of interaction when it came to you and your newborn son: Cassian. But now that your mother-in-law brought it up, well, you're feeling depressed and hollow at the reality that your mother doesn't care about you and your son enough to visit.

It's late in the afternoon whenever Crassus walks thru the front door. He's not home early, but rather to grab an important document from his study that he needs for a meeting. A meeting that’s scheduled to start within a half hour. And he only realized that he forgot the document at home when he was going over his documents for the meeting; doing last minute preparations for speeches and presentations.

The house is quiet, given that his mother's asleep along with you and the baby; proving that all is well. Or at least he thinks all his well until he walks down the hall, towards his study, only to hear faint crying. Crassus can't help, but think that maybe the baby’s just woken up. So, he makes a mental note to check on the baby after retrieving his documents.

Crassus ignores the cries and enters his study. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself upon seeing the forgotten document on his desk. Oh, how foolish of him to have forgotten to place it in his briefcase the night before. He wasn't a forgetful or foolish person, so he figures his mind must've been too focused on making sure he had everything for today's meeting that he overlooked a single paper.

Once he places what he needs for his upcoming meeting in his leather briefcase, Crassus exits his office and goes to check on Cassian in the nursery. What he finds in his son's nursery is the baby sleeping in his crib, wrapped up like a little burrito in a swaddling blanket. Concluding that the crying’s not his son, he leaves the nursery.

Still hearing the faint cries in the air, he realizes that it's coming from the master bedroom he shares with you. Before he can even think, his feet are leading him to his bedroom. The door's cracked open, so you can hear the baby when he wakes up and cries, so Crassus peeks inside the room.

The cold, stern man sees you curled up in the corner of the room, head buried in your hands while leaning against your knees, crying. Your body's slightly shaking from your sobs.

Your husband backs away from the door, wondering why you're crying instead of taking a nap. Isn't it a known rule amongst mothers that they sleep when their baby sleeps? But you're not sleeping, you're in the corner crying.

What could have you so upset that you're a sobbing mess, curled up in the corner of the bedroom?

Crassus looks between the bedroom door and the hallway leading out into the main room of the penthouse. He debates on whether or not he should go into the bedroom and comfort you. But then he reminds himself that you're his wife, albeit sad and sobbing, because of an arranged marriage. That there's no love between the two of you, that you're marriage is one of convenience; that he doesn't owe you anything in the spectrum of emotions.

Crassus turns his back on his bedroom door, on you in your weepy, overwhelmed state, and walks down the hall and out of the penthouse. He picks work and his upcoming meeting over you.

But that's not a surprise, work means more to Crassus than you do.

Crassus is sitting in the meeting room, a folder of documents open in front of him. His secretary, Leo Davis, is sitting right next to him- taking notes and such for the imposing, cold man. The men seated at the large table in the conference room are the heads of various departments of the Ministry of War. The meeting’s being held to discuss the the fiscal Q2 that's nearing its end and what must be done to meet KPI’s before the fiscal Q3 begins.

Crassus has already said a few things about the matter, so now he's listening to the other men talk. But, he's actually spacing out instead of listening to the department heads give their speeches and suggestions.

In fact, his mind keeps wandering to the image of you curled up in the corner of the bedroom, shaking and sobbing. He just can't get that image out of his head. It's as if it's seared in his brain.

Your cold and unfeeling husband can't help, but wonder what's why with you. Why you're breaking down in the late afternoon? Did he do something to upset you, and if so then what was it? Crassus doesn't spend much time with you, so he couldn't have done anything to make you sad- could he?

“Crassus, do you have anything to add to the matter?” The head of the Ministry of War’s Commissariat Department asked the head of the ministry's National Security Department.

Crassus didn't even hear what the matter was, he was too lost in his own thoughts, but he couldn't let the men at the meeting know that. So, he just shakes his head and says no.

The meeting goes on much like this until it's over. Everyone piles out of the meeting and goes to the elevator banks or the stairs to get back to the floors their offices are in.

After a quick elevator ride, Crassus and his secretary arrive back on their floor. Leo gives him the notes he took before going to his desk, which is located a few yards away from Crassus' office.

It was nearing 5 o’clock, the normal time for people with office jobs to clock out and leave. But, your husband was far from normal. He didn't work 9 to 5, instead he arrived early and left late. Crassus sure did rack up a lot of overtime hours; he was also viewed as a highly devoted and dedicated employee.

But in reality he's just a work-a-holic, no dedication involved.

Crassus, like every day at 5 o’clock, emerged from his office only to go to his secretary’s desk to announce that they're working late. “Leo, I need you to work late tonight.”

Leo, who was greatly intimidated by his boss, is going to stand up to him for the very first time since becoming his secretary a few months back. The man looks at his boss and tells him, in a voice that's nearly shaking, “No, General Snow, I can't work tonight.”

A stony look crossed over Crassus' face as he barked out, “Why not?”

Crassus and Leo never talked about their personal lives at work, because the general always shut down any attempts. But both men knew that the other was married by the gold rings on their ring fingers. Leo, knowing that there's a Mrs. Snow in General Crassus Snow's life, hopes that his boss understands why he can't stay late.

Speaking as not just an employee, but as a husband, Leo answers your husband with, “It's my anniversary today and I promised to take my wife out for dinner to celebrate. Made reservations and everything; I don't want to disappoint her since she's been looking forward to it for weeks now.”

Crassus knows that most married couples in the Capitol, whether their unions be love matches or arranged marriages, celebrates wedding anniversaries. But, Crassus has never celebrated your anniversary.

He honestly saw no need to. It wasn't like you're close. Hell, you're more or less roommates that have vanilla sex and have a legal piece of paper stating that you're legally bound together as man and wife til death do you part.

But now, after hearing his secretary tell him he's got anniversary plans and can't stay late, well… Now he's wondering if you're upset and crying because he never took you out to celebrate your anniversary. Because he’s a bit indifferent towards you despite knowing you biblically.

Crassus doesn't even know what comes over him when he nods and tells his secretary, “Go enjoy your anniversary with your wife, Leo.”

Leo thanks his boss and leaves, excited to take his wife out for a nice dinner. But his boss doesn't realize that maybe he should leave and go home to his wife too.

No…

Crassus goes back into his office to get a head start on some of tomorrow's work instead of going home to you, his wife that's suffering from the baby blues.

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[phoward89]

Platonic!Crassus Snow, Dark!Crassus Snow, Newborn!Daughter!Reader

Based on this ask.

General Crassus Snow was a cold, stern, strict, no nonsense military man. He made a career out of the military, just like his father and his father before him. His younger brother also chose the military path.

Cadmus had married right after graduating the Academy, had a baby, and then signed up for the Peacekeepers only to be stationed in 12, where the Snow family patriarch Commander Xanthos Snow oversaw the Peacekeepers of the coalmine district. One of Crassus' best friends, Javani Halvir, was serving as an officer in 12 underneath the command of Xanthos Snow- so of course he agreed to keep an eye out on his friend's younger brother while said friend attended the University to study Military Strategies.

Once Crassus had graduated University with a degree in Military Strategies (thanks to stealing his friend Casca Highbottom’s paper of drunken and horrendous ideas for a punishment so dire for one's enemies that those enemies would never rise up against then again) he enlisted into the Peacekeepers as an officer, did a couple months of officer's training, and was sent to PK Base-D12 to serve under his father; alongside his brother and his buddy.

In time Xanthos retired and went back to his Corso penthouse in the Capitol, causing Crassus to become the new Commander. And while visiting his family during leave he had a very fast courtship with a young woman that he was introduced to by his former friend Casca before he joined the military. And of course, that courtship resulted in a marriage and the birth of an heir.

A male heir named Coriolanus.

Shortly after Coriolanus' birth Xanthos Snow died. Sadly, Crassus was unable to get time off to attend the funeral, but he sent his buddy Colonel Javani Halvir and his family in his stead.

Crassus ran the Peacekeepers in District 12 for 5 years until the districts rebelled and war broke out. A war that he was forced to fight in. But he had studied Military Strategies just for the occasion such as a war. A general must be prepared and ready.

The rebels bombed the Capitol, hoping to weaken the city. Sadly, that air strike resulted in Demeter Snow, the young, beautiful, vapid wife of Crassus to go into unexpected and premature labor. With no help, since a doctor was unable to make it due to the bombs, the family cook and Grandma’am (Crassus' mother) had to help her deliver the baby.

Despite being weeks early and small, the baby survived her birth. Tragically, Demeter didn't. She hemorrhaged and died.

Her death shook up the entire Snow family. Grandma'am had already lost one daughter-in-law and now she lost another. And poor Coriolanus lost his mother while Trigris Snow lost her Auntie, who was like a mother to her.

Grandma'am knew she had to call up her son and tell him the news. News she knew would upset him, considering he had just lost his younger brother weeks earlier in a small skirmish against the rebels near the mines. Cadmus was there, along with a few other men, to ensure rebels wouldn't uprise and take over the mine. But sadly the rebels attacked and slaughtered the handful of peacekeepers tasked with safeguarding the mine.

After receiving the call from his mother, Crassus put his Colonel in charge and took an emergency leave to Capitol City, Panem to attend his wife's funeral and check up on his only living family.

“Crassus, come see your daughter.” Grandma'am told her son after treating him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek once he entered the penthouse.

Crassus wasn't too happy about having a second child. He already had his heir so he didn't see the news for another child.

And especially a girl.

Daughter's weren't as valuable as sons in society, so in his mind the newborn baby was useless. A beast of burden even.

“I don't need to see her, mother.” Crassus coldly bite out while making his way to his study.He was in town for the funeral and had to make quick arrangements for it so we he knew his mother hadn't done that yet.

All Grandma'am did was have the coroner take Demeter's lifeless body to the funeral home, but didn't set the funeral arrangements in motion. She told the mortician that her son would handle it when he got to town.

His mother's lucky that he was able to entrust the base and the troops in Javani's hands otherwise she'd be planning a funeral or enlisting the help of the neighbor Pluribus to do it.

“You need to see your daughter that Demeter died giving you before you make calls and arrangements for her.” Grandma'am lectured her son in a firm motherly way while following right behind him as he strolled down the hall towards his personal office.

“That baby's not going anywhere, she'll still be in her crib when I'm done.”

“Crassus, Demeter would want you to see that precious baby girl of yours before calling the funeral parlor on her account.”

“Mother…” Crassus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off his growing frustrations. He couldn't tell his mother that he didn't care about his newborn daughter, not so soon after his wife's death; it would just send her into a tailspin.

Coming up to her son's side and giving him a motherly smack on his arm, the old woman dressed in her fineries seriously told her son, “Crassus Xanthos Snow, you're going into the nursery and you're going to hold your daughter even if I have to drag you by the ear to do it.”

“Mother, you're too short to be dragging me by the ears.” Crassus dryly chuckles. But he knows his mother's not amused by the way she cuts her eyes at him. At any minute she'll start lecturing him, which is something he wants to avoid. So, with a heavy sigh, the general relents. “Fine, let's go to the nursery.”

Grandma'am opened the door to the nursery, which was also her granddaughter Tigris' room. The young girl offered to share her room with her newborn baby cousin once the topic of where the crib should be placed came up. The kind hearted girl was so selfish in doing that.

Crassus walked by his mother and into the room, only for Grandma'am to join him. He spotted the crib in the corner right away. In fact, it was the same old wooden crib that was used for his son Coriolanus- hell for him and his late younger brother too.

The side of the room the mahogany crib was at had a couple of floral pictures hanging on the wall for a girlie decor. On the other side of the room was his niece's twin bed, her desk, her notebook, and various fashion doodles displayed on the wall.

Oh, how the decor in the room seemed to be split right down the middle, just like a rock.

“Crassus, come.” His mother told him, linking her arm in his and dragging him over to the sleeping newborn.

Crassus looked down at his newborn daughter and immediately realized that she was too small due to coming early. That his daughter would need to put weight on and fast if were to survive the winter. He didn't say a word, just bent down to pick up his daughter.

He honestly didn't want to hold her, but did because his mother was at his side and he didn't want to hear her lecture him.

Crassus cradled his newborn in his arms, only for the baby to blink open her eyes and look up at him.

Crassus was melted by the innocent look on his daughters eyes.

In your eyes.

Yes, you're the daughter of the ruthless, cold hearted, stern, and hateful General Crassus Snow. A man that locked his heart behind a frozen wall of ice. One that a single look from you melted.

The innocence in your eyes reminded him of a girl he once loved. And he vowed to be a good father to you.

But he didn't vow to be a good father to your older brother, Coriolanus. In fact, Crassus felt that his son was a weakling that needed to toughen up. But in your case, Crassus wanted to protect you from the world because all the world’s an arena and not everyone in it has good intentions.

Crassus never thought he wanted a second child let alone a daughter, but just one look from you and your father was vowing to protect you with his life.

Y/N Snow, the second child of Crassus and Demeter Snow; the darling miracle baby that brings joy amongst the ruins of death.

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