#tom Blyth

[milliesfishes]

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fem reader x billy the kid thank you my darling @phantomamour for proofing <3 inspired by I watched Yentl last night hehe

Thank heavens for private rooms. 

Shutting the door behind you, your eyes fell shut, and you released a breath. Reaching down, you unfastened your belt, adorned with bullets, and slipped it from around your waist, slinging it over your bedside. With a yawn, you began to unfasten a button or two, tugging at the bandana around your neck. Removing your hat, you undid the knot at the top of your head, massaging your sore scalp.

Today had been especially taxing. Riding until your thighs ached, visiting the various establishments under Murphy’s dominion. It was tough work both physically and emotionally, demanding payments from people who had hardly a cent to spare. Luckily, you didn’t have to do much of the talking.

It wearied your soul, but you could only imagine how the farmers felt, particularly those with families. Your anguish over the subject was nothing compared to what they felt. Your hand drifted to a suspender, fiddling with it as you dwelt on one particular expression in your mind’s eye. A man with two daughters, his wife long gone. Your heart had ached as the man set in charge of your riding group demanded the allotted payment. 

A knock on the door derailed your thoughts. You paused your fidgeting, seizing your hat from the hook on the wall and jamming it on your head, shoving your hair underneath. Then there was the signal- two light taps. “Come in,” you said loud enough for him to hear, not bothering to deepen your voice.

In a flash the door was open, the lock clicking, and Billy’s hands were at your sides, his blue eyes searching yours. He took your waist between his hands, lips parted in a concerned pout. A single word escaped them. “Baby…”

His hand reached up, plucking your hat off your head. The motion caused your hair to tumble over your shoulders. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and he leaned down to kiss you. The tension in your body dissipated, and he reached a hand under your hair, rubbing the nape of your neck. He nudged your nose after a moment. “You okay?”

“Today was hard,” you muttered.

“Yeah.” Billy pulled back to look over you, taking each of your suspenders and slipping them off your shoulders, unbuttoning your shirt. You felt your brain begin to turn to mush as it always seemed to around him. Here, you didn’t have to think so hard, be on alert. You were free to let go and truly be yourself.

His hand grazed the skin below your undershirt and you shivered. Billy held his lips to your forehead, nose bumping into your hairline. Your tentative fingers worked at your remaining buttons, and he held still, patient as you slid the shirt over your shoulders, revealing the cloth you had wrapped around your waist that concealed your breasts. His hands hovered over your waist, and he met your eyes, waiting for your nod.

When it was given, his big fingers clamped to your sides, and he guided you backwards until the other side of your knees hit the bed. You let yourself lay backwards, and he knelt, tugging each of your boots off. He reached up, pressing a gentle kiss to your tummy that made you flutter inside.

Once your boots were safely tucked underneath the bed, you sat up, gazing at him with soft eyes. Billy lifted himself up onto his knees, his torso resting on the bed half on you. His hand splayed over your tummy, rubbing slightly. You shut your eyes, and he moved himself up further to lay next to you, stroking your hair. Burrowing into his side, you rubbed his chest. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly.

You smiled, turning your head to face him. “I’m sweaty and dressed like a man.”

“Beautiful,” he repeated, drawing an invisible heart on the side of your face. Billy tucked some of your hair behind your ear. “D’you wanna put one of your dresses on? We could go take a bath.”

“Mhm,” you hummed. It was amazing how little the men in the boarding house noticed when you took your hair down and put on a dress. Billy still kept you hidden, pulling you into corners and behind doors for fear of questions. But the company a man such as him kept was an irrelevant detail.

He stood up, going to the dresser and pulling out your pretty blue frock. It was just a walk down the hallway to the washroom, but you still smiled at the gesture. In such a toughened world, you weren’t meant to feel like yourself. Billy made you feel like a woman, like a creature worthy of love. 

He’d never given you a single worry about revealing your secret, never tried to talk you out of it. You were certain that if any other man had discovered you, they’d have gone straight to Murphy and you’d be fired, which was nothing compared to the shame you’d face once anybody else discovered you. But Billy understood. More than anyone he understood.

Your family was gone. There was nobody in the world to take care of you. You could have married a man from town, but the idea had been less than agreeable. Your storybooks made you want to believe that there was something more for you than this life. In order to make your own living, you cut your hair shorter so you’d be able to pin it under your hat and taken your father’s old clothes. He’d taught you to ride and shoot fairly well, and so you’d been hired quickly.

There was a part of Billy, you knew, that wanted to take you away from this life. He was a traditional man, a gentleman. His mother had taught him to provide for the ones he loved. Your Billy would drop everything to make you happy, but he kept quiet for now. You felt comfort in knowing he was right there to catch you if you fell, but you both knew that you could never ask that of him.

When he’d guided you down the hall and filled the bath, you settled into his arms, letting him help scrub the dirt and dust of the road away. Billy needed this too, you could tell. Turning in his grasp, you rubbed his chest and kissed over his heart. He was so soft with you, softer than anybody had ever been. You let him be, for you knew he ached to do so. Your gentle man who’d do anything for you at the drop of your hat.

“Today was hard.” He rested his chin on your head. 

“It was,” you breathed. “Oh, my love.” He caressed your back as you cuddled into him. 

“We’re okay,” he whispered. You found it somewhere in your heart to believe him.

It was all you had at the end of the day. The two of you were physically intact, picking up the pieces of your hearts and fitting them back in the other’s chest. His touch was so gentle that you hardly felt the ache.

[sundr0pl1ly]

The boys of thgggsss

Ho majestic and shit. Like wow.

Suzanne. If u see this. I am on snow slander side. THIS IS A TOM BLYTH APPRECIATION POST. not coryo. I promise 😔 i wont even # him. 😔

[blythsmile]

tom as coriolanus snow you'll always be famous

[cosmicschmidt]

I need this man biblically.

[yellenabelova]

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023) + tweets

[pedro-reed]

Russell Tovey and Tom Blyth | Plainclothes (2025), dir. Carmen Emmi

[venusbyline]

i can fix him (no really i can)

[winterswake]

TOM BLYTH as Coriolanus Snow in The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023)

[gaybuckybarnesss]

PLAINCLOTHES (2025) Dir. Carmen Emmi

[anthonysperkins]

"So, when are we going to San Francisco?" "Well, I'm already there. Aren't you?"

Tom Blyth and Russell Tovey Plainclothes (2025) dir. Carmen Emmi

[sundr0pl1ly]

I genuinely have such a big ass crush for sejanus plinth. I saw him on screen and was like. 'Woah okay??'

Theres ofcourse also coryo. But everytime i find him remotely attractive i make sure i feel deeprooted guilt because i swear the damn edits are the reason haymitch suffers. 😔

She said 'oh snow lands ontop right? Well your feelings are the dirt and they are deep in the ground for me to step on.'

ITS NOT OUR FAULT TOM BLYTH LOOKS LIKE ALLAT 😔😔😔😔

[blythsmile]

i think about this tom era more than i probably should

[xplore-the-unknwn]

Coriolanus Snow in TBOSAS a summary:

[yellenabelova]

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023) + text posts

[pedro-reed]

Tom Blyth and Russell Tovey | Plainclothes (2025), dir. Carmen Emmi

[vivicendium]

i think something that elevates the hunger games franchise is not just the quality of writing but the integrity of it. tbosas isn’t just a cash-grab by suzanne collins in the age of sequels and reboots (though i won’t pretend that didn’t play a part), it’s a character study of the main antagonist with a different structure than the main trilogy. and importantly, it doesn’t just re-hash the same old themes and beats the main trilogy had, it expands on not just the world of the hunger games but the themes as well, it actually has something new to say about the trilogy’s themes about class, capitalism, power, and control, in a way that couldn’t be explored with the main story because the protagonist of that story simply did not have access to the world that’s being explored in tbosas.

i understand the people who call for books/movies to be made about haymitch, finnick, johanna, different years of the games — we love those characters and want to see more of them! i’d kill for a novella on finnick’s days mentoring tributes, or katniss’s parents falling in love. but at the end of the day we probably wouldn’t be very satisfied with those stories being fleshed out if they had absolutely nothing new to say about the world, they’d be enjoyable, but not as interesting and engaging as tbosas has been.