#mxscellaneousmuses

[orangeflamewrites]

It’s a date (Stella&Matthew)

Matthew had thoroughly enjoyed Stella’s company the first night they’d met at an art exhibition. Over a period of two moths they’d managed to run into each other some three-four times before Matthew eventually asked her out. Sure, she was much younger than him. But, he enjoyed her company and she was beautiful and it was justa  date. So, dressed in smart casuals, Matthew drove down to Stella’s place to pick her up at sharp seven, as had been decided. He reached the door, holding a bouquet in one hand, and rang the bell waiting for her to answer the door.

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[withsmilesaskew-archived-blog]

Mine || Jethro & Trix

( @mxscellaneousmuses ) { x }

“………..so you… DON’T want me… to return… it?”

“... well, I’m not quite done looking at it. So, yes, it can stay here a wee bit longer.”

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@mxscellaneousmuses | v. glory and gore | ch: the archer { Daniel }

    The last two tributes from his home district in the 74th Games had died too easily. One of them was tortured to death by Clarke Griffin from District 7 in her haste to find some tribute from Four. Those two tributes from Twelve last year were not trained by him, no, Daniel was a hunter who remained in the wilds outside of Panem’s electrified fences to hunt down feral creatures. This year under his watchful eye would be different.

 Least to say: he wanted to beat District 7. 

 The mentor had a clear crystal glass of brown liquid in one hand when he found him. Nikolai. District 7′s infamous mentor. He had never fought against him or seen him save for a handful of times spent at the Capitol. As a recluse, he was at a disadvantage. He only knew February Summers here. 

 “So. I saw that your tribute in the last games tortured mine for information. That must have really fucked with her psyche.”

[beyondtheteashop-a]

@mxscellaneousmuses|| in which someone’s too damn horny to wait

Jacob woke to frantic, whispered moans, blinking open drowsy eyes only to see Jethro above him. He was still rather lost in a haze of dreams, but the sensation of something-- or someone-- tight around his cock had him waking up rather quickly. Jethro was there above him, riding him like tomorrow might never come.

Well. This was an interesting way to wake up.

[beyondtheteashop-a]

A Dark Night For Two

@mxscellaneousmuses || Jethro

He’d been tramping through the woods for far too long now, lost and confused. He wasn’t sure where he was or why he was there, but he knew that he was hungry. Lost and hungry, and his mind was spinning. At times he felt sick, overwhelmed, but he couldn’t stop. He just had to keep going, and then he would know where he was supposed to be. The Queen always gave him a place to go, right?

He kept wandering, hands trembling, until he came upon someone else in the woods. Perhaps this person would know where he was supposed to go?

[beyondtheteashop-a]

TELL ME (Jacob and Jethro!! <3)

If you snuck into my room I would:

[  ] Go back to sleep                 [ x ] Kick you out[  ] Cuddle with you                   [ x ] Be like “How in the world?”[ x ] Let you sleep on the floor    [ x ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[  ] Kiss or hug you back                       [  ] Smile and laugh[ x ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [ x ] Push you away[  ] Be shocked                                       [ x ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[ x ] No          [  ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ x ] Cute          [  ] Adorable          [ x ] Attractive          [  ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [ x ] Acquaintance          [ x ] Ally[  ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

[ x ] Pathetic          [  ] Off no consequence          [ x ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                          [ x ] Annoying [ x ] Infuriating       [  ] Pleasant company            [  ] Comforting [  ]  Unable to be lived without                            [ x ] Trustworthy

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@mxscellaneousmuses continued from X

          He shifted in his seat, curious eyes glancing up at the other, studying his face. God, who knew seemingly innocent banter could end up with the teen constantly needing to get his hormones reevaluated? Biting his lower lip, his tan fingertips drummed against the table as he weighed out the options: to continue their studies or to pander into what he had gotten himself into.

          Deciding on the latter, he replied; “then you’d be in for a treat, mi amor.”

[skvtewitch]

Ravenclaw had won another quidditch game a few days ago. Aside from the Slytherins being completely upset and mocking the team around campus, Rogelio didn't mind. He knew he was a good athlete, and so was the rest of his team. They knew how to handle their broomsticks and, well, didn't resort to vast and unconceivable measures to win a game. The comments behind his back caused him to shrug his shoulders, ignoring what they'd say. He wasn't above them, but he was above the commentary they would needlessly provide. There wasn't a point to be showing himself to a Slytherin, especially after they had lost a game.

He'd been leaving potions when his eye caught the familiar head of hair that belonged to Hyunseok. A smirk crested upon his features as he jogged towards the other, patting his shoulder once he had approached him. "So, do you think you'd beat us this weekend?" He asked inhaling deeply. He recollected his robes as they became tussled during the run and began to walk steadily beside him. He thoroughly enjoyed the moments leading up to games against Hufflepuff, where he would tease the other about how the team would beat his. "Hufflepuff hardly wins, you know." Rogelio puffed out his chest, giving Hyunseok another pat on the shoulder, then lowered his hand. "I mean, against us Ravenclaws. When was the last time you beat us?" He began to count on his fingers mockingly. Hufflepuff didn't lose every game, but Rogelio did enjoy the banter.

"Anyways, if you win," he continued, turning towards the other, "I'll buy you some butterbeer, how does that sound?" He asked, nodding his head towards one of his other housemates as they walked past. "And if I win, you do the same?" Rogelio then finished, a smile growing among his features. While he enjoyed the relentless teasing, he tried to be sure that there was at least something happening in favor of either person. Butterbeer was the perfect thing, especially since his sweet tooth was large enough that he would constantly get toothaches and cavities. The male was a smart wizard, but not smart enough to charm himself from avoiding Honeydukes.

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