Before It Kills Me || Jon Snow

I killed my best friend. The only person… I loved. The only person who knew me.

— exit music (for a film), coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, mentions of past abuse, trauma, violence, ptsd, established relationship, reader almost gets assaulted, Y/N usage, possessive!snow, a toxic ex attacks you, hints towards past sexual assault, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: soo i was needing some comfort, and i realized there are not a lot of hurt & comfort fics for coryo!! this is a big injustice so i decided to write this. just a fair warning: this fic contains themes that can be hard for some people to read; including sexual assault and domestic violence. if you aren’t comfortable with these topics, feel free to go read some of my other coryo stories here! i hope you all enjoy this, much love<3.

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When you first laid eyes upon the white-haired boy, you didn’t think he’d become as important to you as he is now. He was assigned to be your mentor in the Hunger Games, and you were slightly relieved when you saw him standing at the train station, waiting for you.

Although you were both cautious of the other, coming from different, yet similar lands. But once you warmed up to him, you never wanted to part.

After the arena got bombed with you all in it, Coriolanus getting injured aand trapped, you stayed behind even if there was a clear opening for you to run— because you found yourself caring for him.

He had protected you so far, treating you with kindness and respect as he guided you through this hellish period in your life. So you had to do the same. Anyways, that was what told yourself when you risked everything to stay back and attempt to help him.

You brushed your hair behind your ears, ignoring the stinging pain in your side from being burnt as you started off into a sprint towards the boy who was crying out in pain, the pole he was trapped under catching fire.

“Coriolanus!” You called out as you neared him. “I’m here, I’m here.” You tried to soothe him as you tried to push the pole off of him.

He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of your face, and almost looked confused at your act to help him.

After a moment of struggle, you finally got the pole away from him, but it had got him badly. You immediately bent down to his level, your hands going to cradle his face softly, he leaned into it.

“Oh, are you alright?” You whispered, his shaky hands coming out to grip your wrists, rubbing softly in thanks. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner, I—” You did your best to explain, but you were cut off by a sharp grip on your arm, dragging you away from him. The boy reached out for you as you were taken away, only making your heart sink further into your stomach.

“No!” You thrashed in their hold, but to no avail. You watched your mentor lose consciousness from the pain as you could do nothing to help him.

And even though you only met him a couple days prior, you realized in that very moment how much you truly did care for him.

That was one of your earliest memories of Coriolanus, the next time you saw him after that was the first time your lips touched. From that night on, you became much more to each other than you ever would’ve guessed.

You sighed, moving from your spot in your window as reality set in. You hadn’t seen the boy in question in over month. He had promised to protect you, and he kept it surely. He cheated to get you out the games, and it ended with him locked up, as you liked to believe. People around twelve said that the Capitol had him killed.

You wished he had left you to die if it meant he’d be free and you the one in the grave. You were in misery in your district, missing your lover deeply. But, alas, you had no choice. And with all the fighting you did in that arena, you refused to give up now.

Even if it meant living without the one you craved most.

You grabbed your bag, another hard breath leaving your lips as you walked out the comfort of your small home that was in the outskirts of District 12. You liked it better that way, being away from it all. When you were younger you used to live down by the Hob, which was located right next to the Hanging Tree.

After years of hearing the grueling sounds of somebody loosing their life, the jabberjays in the wind repeating their loved ones cries, sometimes even their last words, you simply couldn’t bare it anymore.

So you left, opting to live out by the forest and the lake, giving you pockets of peace where you could forget it all. Or, at least the things you tried to forget. Some things seemed to haunt you forever.

You quietly walked into town to go get some food from the Mellark Bakery, your head down and gaze low the whole way. You could feel eyes on you— you always did when you came out of your home. You hated their stares, their judgement, that was the one thing that seemed to haunt you the most.

You finally looked up, meeting eyes with your ex boyfriend who was stood with his friends, a sly smirk being worn on his face. You internally shrank, your steps picking up as you tried to get closer to your destination.

Anxiety flooded your bloodstream as you heard loud, hard footsteps pick up behind you, sounding as if they were only inching closer and closer. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt like you were back in the arena again, your flight or fight instincts kicking in.

You tried to calm yourself down, repeating the words ‘It’s all in your head’ like a mantra under your breath. You had recently been plagued with the worst paranoia and anxiety, and the only reason of why you could think of was because of the time you spent in that godforsaken arena. Most of the time you felt as if you being hunted, all of the horror you felt when you were in that arena never leaving your nervous system.

Most days you had to talk yourself out of a panic attack, little things setting you off and sending you into a 20 minute state of panic. It was normal to you by now, and that is what you thought was happening.

Until a harsh grip yanked you out of your head, dragging you into an alley and pinning you to a wall. A loud yelp left your lips as you hit the wall, taking you a moment to process what was happening.

When you looked up, the pit in your stomach only grew further as an overwhelming sense of dread came over you. Your ex-boyfriend, Jay, was standing over you with that same soulless smile that used to haunt your dreams.

“My, Y/N. It’s been a mighty long time since I done seen you around here.” He taunted, his hot breath hitting your face, causing your eyes to screw shut as the past memories of him doing this very same thing to you swirled around your brain. “Thought after you got a taste of the Capitol.. of that Coriolanus Snow,” he said with disgust on his tone. “That you thought you were too good f’me. For Twelve.” He spat, harshly.

It was funny how with a few words he could turn you right back into that naive girl he manipulated all those years ago. You cowered in fear, refusing to look him the eye.

“Jay, please..” You whispered, your head turned away from him in an attempt to get as far away as possible. “Just let me go, please. I won’t come back around here, I swear.” You begged, tears filling your closed eyes as you fought for your composure.

“Nah, girl.” He whispered back, getting so close to you that you could feel his breath on your cheek. “I’m gon’ do what I want with you, like old times.”

Your eyes shot open his words. “No, God, please, no.” The tears fell from your eyes as you continued to plea with him.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N.” He coldly smiled. “You used to be fun,”You felt his grip on your forearms travel back down to your hips, squeezing. The act left a bad taste in your mouth, making you want to throw up. You sobbed as you prepared yourself for what was coming, wishing you had just stayed cooped up in your home.

Your wails from the alley only increased in volume as his touch began to move downward. “Shut the fuck up,” He hissed, his hand slapping over your mouth. You prayed to whatever God was above, wishing he would just kill you now.

And just as his hand ghosted over the waistband of your skirt, the man’s touch disappeared all together, being replaced with the sound of someone hitting the floor.

You opened your tear-stained eyes slowly to find your attacker on the ground, and in a flash of throwing punches you saw that white hair adorned by the boy you adored so much.

You stood there in shock as you watched Coriolanus, who now wore a Peacekeeper’s uniform with a shaved head, beat Jay into a pulp. Tears still left your eyes as you slid down the wall, your knees coming up to your chest as you began to process what almost just happened to you.

Anxiety took your breath from your lungs as the panic finally began to set in once you realized you were safe. Your vision started to go blurry with tears as the will to breathe got harder.

“Hey, hey.” Coriolanus appeared in your line of vision, his hands wiping the tears from your face. “I’m here, you’re alright, baby.” He sighed before sitting down next to you and bringing you into his arms. You dug your head into the crook of his neck, hugging him close.

“Did he hurt you?” He asked, his hand on the back of your head, rubbing softly. He tried his best to comfort you, and tried to calm the fiery rage he felt when he saw that man on top of you.

“N—No,” You shakily got out. “He.. he tried to—”

Coriolanus’ head fell to your shoulder, hugging you just as tight as a sigh of relief left his lips. He had been walking by when he first heard your pleas with that man, and he dropped everything and ran at the sound of your voice. When he saw that man on top of you, the muffled sobs leaving your lips, your eyes screwed shut— God, he saw red. He would be lying if he didn’t say he didn’t miss you in the time you were apart.

Your body shook with your sobs, the boy’s heart hurting of the sight of you this upset. “Shh, you’re safe. I’m here,” He repeated, leaving kisses on your face, neck, and shoulders whilst he whispered sweet nothings in your ear in an attempt to calm you.

Once you somewhat calmed down you pulled back slightly, just to make sure he was real.

“Oh, Coryo,” You cried, your forehead resting on his. “Thank you, thank you.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he took in your state. He had never seen you like this, so scared, so vulnerable. The sight of it only made him bring you back into his arms, holding you impossibly closer.

“I’ve got you, my love.” He hushed your cries, leaving another kiss on your head. “No one’s gonna hurt you if I’m with you, it’s okay now.” You wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up, you still in his arms. He placed you down slightly, his hands angling your jaw up so you’d look at him. “C’mon, let’s go to your house. Get you away from this piece of shit,” he pointed to the bloodied face of Jay who was unconscious on the ground. You nodded, trying to pull yourself together, your eyes flickering back to Jay to make sure he was still knocked out.

Sensing your anxieties, he pulled you back into his arms for once last hug. “Shh,” He rubbed your back. “You’re alright. He won’t hurt you, I won’t let him.” He comforted, leaning down to kiss your tears away. His movements made you smile as you sucked in a breath before you lead him out the alley and to your home.

Once you arrived and walked through the doors, it felt as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders. You were finally home, and you had Coryo with you.

Your heart felt full as it sank in that you were finally reunited with him, with Coryo. You got him back. A smile was on your face, despite your previous cries as you turned back towards the man who shared a similar smile to yours as he looked around at your home, and launched yourself into his arms.

He chuckled slightly, hugging you back like a delicate flower in his palm. After a moment of holding each other, you pulled back again, your hands cupping his cheeks. “I thought you were dead, Coryo. I thought.. oh, I thought they took you from me.” You sighed, leaning forward to connect your lips with his for the first time in months. You poured all of the longing, all of the tears, and emotion into that kiss, trying to show all your love with just an action.

He smiled against your lips, his hands on your hips being comforting as he leaned forward, tilting his head to deepen it. When the pair of you pulled apart for air, the smiles stayed.

“You should know by now that I’ll always find you, Y/N.” He joked, tucking hair behind your ear.

“Good,” You left one last peck to his lips, before going grabbing his hand and leading him to your bed. After all of the crying you had done in the past hour, all you wanted to do was lay with him.

He instantly knew what you were trying to do, a love-sick smile on his face as he laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest. You giggle as you settled in, your hand tracing patterns into his undershirt.

“I missed you,” He whispered after a while of quiet, looking down at you.

Blush dusted your cheeks as you rolled on your stomach to give him your full attention, your chin on his chest. “I missed you, too. Probably more.”

He smiled at your words, his hand coming up to grip yours lovingly, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. “You’re beautiful,” He said after a beat of silence, admiring you in the candlelight.

You smiled at his words. “You’re prettier, Snow.” Your gaze flickered down to your laced fingers, noticing his cut and bruised knuckles.

“Oh, Coryo,” You sat up slightly, bringing his hand with you to get a closer look. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t apologize. That wasn’t your fault. I’m alright, baby, doesn’t even hurt that bad.” He tried to talk you down, a soft smile still on his face.

“Thank you, I mean it.” You met his eye. “I don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t save me.” You swallowed the growing lump in your throat. “You always save me.”

It was his turn to blush now, as you bent down to kiss his injured knuckles softly. When you finished he grabbed your jaw softly, bringing your lips to his. He kissed you hard, just like he always did. It seemed like he tried to show how much he loved you with just one simple action, and trust, he accomplished that goal.

You hummed happily against his lips, letting him pull you down on top of him, your lips still connected. When you pulled back for air, he continued to cradle your face, peppering kisses along your jaw.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He whispered, his lips still leaving kisses. “I’ll always be here to protect you.”

You smiled, giggling as you snuggled closer to him. The pair of you had quieted down once again, sleep and comfort taking over your minds.

But you cracked your eyes open one last time, leaning up to leave kisses on his jaw. “I love you, Coryo.”

His eyes opened immediately as he stared down at you in shock, before a soft smile took over his face. “I love you, too.”

And just like that, all you had been longing for was under your fingertips, and you now thanked whatever God was looking down on you for bringing this man into your life.

Somethin about puppy dog eyes.

YELLOWJACKETS 309. How The Story Ends

Can you do reader who’s the opposite of Carl? (Good grades, good house, kinda good family situation but scared of failure?)

yessss i kind of have a story like this in my drafts, ill tweak it for you, if u can comment on this post so i can tag u !

Can I request a Lottie Matthews x cheerleader!reader, where Lottie always attempts to impress the reader during and outside of games, but readers totally oblivious until Lottie saves her at a party. The yellowjackets always tease Lottie for being head over heels for reader. Lottie gives reader a reason to see each other again by lending reader her varsity jacket. Maybe they turn into the ultimate power couple or something? Thank you so much!

OMG YESSSSSS

“(You) on my arm” by Leith Ross is fitting for this <3

But I’m a cheerleader…

Pairing: Lottie Matthews x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^up above^

Warnings: mentions of an anxious Lottie, reader has comphet<3

“Buzz Buzz Buzz!” Your cheer team chanted as the Yellowjackets scored their thousandth goal of the afternoon, they were definitely on their way to nationals for sure, and definitely deserved it, there she ran, Lottie Mathews, over the course of this season you and Lottie were spending quite some time together with practice, pep-rallies and the big games, she was a fabulous player and she was often caught staring at you in between breaks and half time, you payed no attention to it really, you just thought she was happy to see your sportsmanship.

Oblivious to you, she was hooked, you were the prettiest girl she had ever laid eyes on, but to you, she was nothing but a friend that occasionally shared lost looks across the football pitch. The sound of your Pom-Pom’s rustling through the air made her eyes turn each and every time, it was so distracting, but she didn’t care, not at all. “Lottie, kick the ball.” Shauna shouted across the pitch, this was the make or break, whether they win or lose, the other team were sneaking up the leaderboard but Lottie was not going to let them have this victory, she made that promise to you this morning when the bell rang for your classes, and she wasn’t going to let you down.

The adrenaline was rushing through your veins as your cheer-mate Lexi was clutching to your side with determination, these girls had to win, it would make the schools spirits lift up by a million. There she was, ready to kick the ball, number 5. “Go Lottie!” You cheered as you jumped up and down, your face painted with a smile as she kicked the ball into the net. The crowd erupted in a chant of yells of happiness and relief that their girls had won, “Go jackets!!!!” Your cheer squad lifted your poms to the sky and ran onto the pitch to celebrate with them.

Hers was the first face you searched for, and she was already running to you, you embraced her in a violently charismatic hug, dropping the blue tassels in your hands. “How does it feel to be the champion of Wishayok?” You beamed as she breathed out a laugh at your question, her forehead touched yours as her teammates touched her shoulders as a sign of their appreciation. “Feels crowded.” She laughed out and you wrapped your arms back around her, “It’ll die down soon.” You assured her, Lottie did tend to have sudden outbursts of anxiety and worry, but you were always there to reassure her, although not always, you didn’t communicate that much outside of practice and you both seemed to be on different segments of the high school clique chain.

“Party at mine tonight, how’s that sound?” Jackie shouted for the whole alumni to hear and a wave of cheers erupted once more as Jeff ran onto the pitch to embrace her in a hug and Shauna watched with distaste. “You going?” Lottie asked as you sat down on the grass beside a few of the Yellowjackets and a few of your fellow cheerleaders. Lottie fixed the ribbon in her hair before she lay down beside your seated figure, her hands stretching above her head as all the stress of the game fled from her body. You watched her as her chest began to rise and fall, she looked so peaceful. “I thought it was strictly a jocks only party, no?” You smiled but she wasn’t looking, which sort of made your heart pound with the lack of eye contact, why were you so eager for it?

Lottie’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of you skipping out on her, she squinted her eyes to you as the sun was partially blocking her view of vision, “Please go…” her voice felt softer now, she was internally screaming, she didn’t want to appear too clingy to you, after all, you were just friends, if you could even call it that, more like supporters of the same team. Your hands toyed with the end of your skirt as you sat in contemplation, she actually wanted you to go and spend time with you, maybe the party wouldn’t be so bad. “Who knows, maybe when you open the door to Jackie’s place, I might be there.” You whispered to her as you intertwined the Pom-Pom’s in your hands and stood up. Lottie gave you a small smile, which was barely existent, it was a playful tone but she felt like she was being blown off.

“My mom is here, I have to go, but… congrats on your big win.” You shook the bobbles in your hands and Lottie’s eyes broke a little at the lack of a ‘see you later’ she watched you walk off and wished for nothing more than to kiss you goodbye, to promise that she would have the guts to admit she loves you, but the words caught in her throat and you were already opening the car door, and she remained on the grass, Taissa sitting down beside her.

“What were you two flirting about?” Number 8 on the team spoke up, nudging Lottie in the shoulder jokingly. Lottie looked away with a little frown and Tai’s eyes became a lot more serious, “She isn’t going tonight it she?” Taissa asked her friend and Lottie shrugged and just got up and walked away, leaving Taissa the slightest bit regretful for even asking in the first place.

Jackie invited the yellowjackets to her place to get ready before the party, Lottie was finishing applying mascara as Vanessa and Laura Lee were busy talking about today’s game, “You seemed awfully close to the cheer captain earlier, Lot…” The red head spoke up, almost making Lottie smudge her makeup, she cleared her throat and turned around to face the pair, “Yeah? So what? She’s my friend.” Lottie put the wand back into the container and sat down on the bed beside Vanessa, Van continued to look at Lottie with her eyebrows raised and a sly smile on her face, “Friend? Hm, well, is she coming tonight?” Laura Lee crossed her arms, intrigued at the conversation the two were having and teased Lottie alongside Vanessa. “Nope.” Lottie sighed and suddenly Jackie’s doorbell rang.

Downstairs, unknown to her, you stood, with your jacket in your hands, waiting for somebody to open the door, you were a little early, as was Misty who was stood beside you, people are going to think you hitched a ride together, which wasn’t the case… Shauna opened the door to see you and smiled, “Hey, you made it.” She motioned for you to enter the house and Misty followed like duckling behind you. “Lottie is upstairs in Jackie’s room.” Shauna pointed up the staircase and you froze a little at how predictable you were to her teammates, but anyway you nodded as you narrowed your lips as if you were caught out and you practically ran up the stairs, and Misty followed Shauna into the kitchen to help prepare the snacks.

You knocked on the bedroom door and the girl you were looking for gracefully opened the door while continuing her conversation with the girls, “I told you I don’t have a thing for-” then her eyes met yours as you were revealed to Vanessa and Laura Lee and they shared a fit of laughter, “Y/N!” Lottie’s face immediately changed once you were in the picture, and a smile which was only reserved for you was etched onto her face, her eyes were bright as you waved to her and walked into the room. You looked to your friend with an unintentional adoring look. Vanessa caught it from a mile away and she had to look away or else she would cause Lottie to freak out a whole lot more than she already was.

“Told you I’d be there if you opened the door!” You laughed and her eyes lingered on your lips for way too long, Lottie wiped her hands on her skirt as she was about to freak out, you were making her so nervous, you just gazed into her eyes. You set your jacket onto Jackie’s desk chair, and looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and making sure it framed your face properly. Through the mirror you noticed Vanessa usher you over to her and you turned around and walked towards her, “Anyone in particular you are going to homecoming with?” Vanessa asked innocently to trigger a conversation, but what you couldn’t see was Lottie’s face getting more and more jealous, it wasn’t intentional, it just sort of… happened.

She rested on the carpet as she gazed up at you and your body, your hand and the way it sat so perfectly, how your face was so effortlessly pretty and how it looked as though you weren’t even wearing any makeup. You breathed out a laugh at Vanessa’s question and nodded, “Some guy on the football team asked me…” you didn’t seem too impressed but you were happy that you had a date, even if you didn’t particularly like him, it covered up the instant empty feeling you got when you were around him. “Oh?” Van’s face only appeared to be shocked, she got it wrong, unless you were closeted, which you most definitely were, you sighed heavily and lay back on the bed, copying exactly what Laura Lee was doing. “Lottie, do you have a date?” Your question was innocent and Vanessa and Lottie shared a look, Vanessa’s eyes were wide as if coaxing Lottie to let go and just pour her heart out to you, but you had someone and he was most likely downstairs right now. “No, not yet.” Lottie spoke faintly and she had her hands in the air from her position on the ground and she gazed at them.

“All in good time.” You assured her and you heard music loudly blaring from downstairs, making you jump a little at the suddenness of it all. It was silent in the bedroom and Van hit her knees with her hands and jumped up, “Well, looks like the party has started.” She amped up her voice and lightly kicked Lottie’s leg to get her to liven up, then you and Laura Lee stood and exited the room, Lottie shuffling along behind the both of you.

It was pitch black outside bar the fairy lights brightening the garden, where a majority of the party guests were, with a drink in each of their hands. You were a little tipsy but not enough to be completely fumbling. You and Lottie spend half of the night laughing and clinging to one another, each time one of your favourite songs came on you were each dancing with one another and laughing as one of you nearly slipped on the tiled floor outside.

Taissa and Vanessa watched the both of you with a knowing smile, even if the pair of you were never going to admit it, you had something special and maybe you were the one in a deep sea of denial, because maybe liking girls was in the cards for you. Lottie sure as hell wanted you to feel the same. Your so called prom date was now walking towards you with anger in his face, but you were unaware of him until he turned you around to face him, Tai and Van stared at one another with a shocked look but stayed away from the scene incase it wasn’t entirely what it looked like.

Lottie stood there a little shaken as he just ruined a moment she was having with you. “Where the fuck have you been all night?” He asked you rather pissed, he’d most definitely been drinking, and your face became sour at the sight of him that way. “I’ve been with my friends, what’s the problem?” Friend zoned again, Lottie just glared daggers at the football player. “Have you just forgotten about me or something, you have a thing for girls now or what?” Your eyes went stale as you looked behind you at Lottie, and proceeded to shake your head, you had gone little at this confrontation, and like your saviour, Lottie stood in front of you with an angered expression on her face, “Get the fuck away from her. Can’t you see she was happy until you showed up?” Lottie defended you like her life depended on it and the jock just took a step back and flipped you both off before stumbling back towards the table of booze.

Your crossed your arms, a little cold from the midnight air and your eyes searched every area of Lottie. She turned around to face you and placed her hands on your arms gently, and looked into your eyes for any sign that you were upset. “Are you alright?” Her lips were parted as she breathed in an out, completely shocked that she had the balls to even do that, but she cared way too much about you to just sit back and let you take that bullshit from a boy you don’t even give a rats ass about.

You shrugged your shoulders and Lottie’s ran her hands up and down your arms to warm you up but it was no use you were practically an icicle. “He’s a dick.” You whispered and a smile graced your face, which, in turn made Lottie a little more chipper at your remark. “Here, take this…” she shook off her varsity jacket and draped it around your shoulders, you looked up at her eyes with nothing but thankfulness that she was in your life. You did the noble thing and hugged her, the smell of her perfume entered your senses and it reminded you of all the times you would make contact after the end of a game or as it lingered through the changing rooms before the end of the school day, all these memories flashed through your mind of all the little moments you and Lottie each spent with one another and your mind was shaming you, why? Why can’t you just know how you feel like a normal person? It freaked you the fuck out… but Lottie was better than perfect and you needed to do something about it.

The song changed on the speaker and a ton of people began crowding around and dancing, and or swaying to the beat, your head was spinning as you rubbed your lips together and thought of what you were about to do, it was risky but it felt so right, Lottie’s eyes were on you now and it was the perfect opportunity, and you caved, your lips met hers eagerly as your whole world finally moulded into the correct shape, all your doubts and questioning finally flew out the window, as her lips connected with yours.

You didn’t give a shit if people were looking, neither did Lottie. Her lips were soft and practically fit yours perfectly, your hands were on her waist and hers cupped your face as she caressed you, you were both connected on a deeper level than you ever thought was possible, each inch of your bodies touching as you prayed for this moment to last forever, but alas the song finished.

And as soon as your lips disconnected you felt like you knew yourself for the very first time in your life, you weren’t just a cheerleader, but you were also a girl with feelings, strong, sincere, special feelings for the very girl you cheer for every weekend and Thursdays from 3-5. Your lips were a little swollen and Lottie’s tinted lipstick was now painted onto your mouth, her eyes were wide yet blissful, she was too scared to make the first move out of the fear that you didn’t like her back, yet this whole time you were fighting yourself, you don’t need a dumb boy to make you feel complete, because that would never happen, you had a different desire, if many people didn’t get that then screw them, you knew who you loved and that was Lottie fucking Matthews.

You went home that night feeling relieved and understood, now it was Saturday and you rolled over in your bed to turn off your alarm clock which was blaring right through your ears. You slammed the off button and as soon as you did so, you heard the doorbell ring to your front door, both of your parents were at work so you had to get out of your warm bed to answer it.

You hopped down the stairs and unlocked your front door, only to see the girl of your dreams. Your hair was a mess and you were in your pyjamas and she was fully dressed with perfectly styled hair and an adoring smile on her face. You could see her dads car outside as he waved over to you and you kindly waved back at him. “Hey you.” She laughed as she recalled last night, after that song ended you and Lottie ran inside and made out in the bathroom for a half hour before your mom came to pick you up. “Couldn’t stay away could you?” You joked as you allowed her to come inside your house, she turned on her heels back at you and breathed in through gritted teeth, a little disappointment in her eyes, but either way she smiled after it, “Actually… you kind of stole my jacket last night and I would let you keep it, but my dad said he needs to dry clean it…” as she spoke you closed your front door and Lottie’s hands immediately touched the hem of your shirt, fidgeting with it, your eyes went shocked at her knuckles touched your skin, you quickly kissed her neck before touching one of her hands and walked her up to your room, where the jacket remained.

“Can’t you tell your dad to come back later?” You couldn’t tell if your voice came across as joking or serious but either way you kind of meant it. You gave Lottie a tempting look but she lightly pushed you which only made you want her more, “He’s a persistent man, I can’t.” She kissed your temple as she took a hold of her jacket. “I’ll see you tonight? It’s the big game, the make or break to see if we get to nationals! And I need my girlfriend to cheer me on!” She whispered the last part with a smile on her face, making it more intimate, you laughed with her as you looked outside the window at her car, “Duh, wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

There was 2 minutes left of the game, emotions were running high and all of the girls were stressed to the max. You held onto your fellow cheerleader Lexi as you nodded along with what the girls were doing on the pitch, you were so nervous for Lottie and you would still be proud of her regardless if they won or not. Natalie had the ball and here goes…she kicks it and makes it into the net with 2 seconds left to spare, they won!

“Go Team!!!!” You and your squad cheered as you looked at your girlfriend, happier than ever to see you there to support her, the team gathered to each-other in a hug and you have never smiled so much in your entire life, since the beginning of the year you have cheered for Lottie and you will continue to do so right the way to nationals…

lovefool — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, fluff, Y/N usage, reader is a cowgirl and gunslinger, hints towards murder, one bed trope, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: hii!!! i’m so happy to be writing about billy, thank you anon for sending in this request that this is based off of. i loved the show and slowly am getting more obsessed with tom blyth everyday i swearrr. i hope you enjoy!

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You and the boys damn near fell through the doors of some random boarding house you came across— the lot of you attempting to run away from a rival gang that caught you stealing cattle.

Jesse threw 10 dollars down on the counter, more than enough to get rooms for you all. You had been running around all day— but the smell of gunpowder and crimson blood still clogged your nose hairs and adrenaline still pumped through your veins. You simply wanted a bath and to go the hell to bed.

But, who would you be to turn down Jesse’s smiling face, holding out a shot of whiskey for you.

You sighed, your hat tipping down with your head as you shook it, your hands rested neatly on your gun-belt, cowboy boot tapping softly on the floor as you pretended to weigh your options.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N.” He held it out for you. “Drink with us!”

You chuckled. “Why not,” You went to sit down at the bar next to them.

“Hell yeah!” Jesse and the rest of the boys who were scattered around the bar cheered— you normally weren’t one for their after hour shenanigans.

“Only for a little bit, though. I’m tired as hell.” You said, downing the whiskey shot.

“Sure,” Jesse waved you off with a knowing look, ordering a couple more rounds for you all. You laughed, going along with his antics as always. You had known Jesse since you were young— he was the one who had vouched for you in this group, who had helped you gain the respect that you had today.

You let out a hiss at the burning feeling of that whiskey going down your throat, slamming the shot glass back onto the table.

“I’ll have what they’re havin’.” You heard that familiar husky voice from next to you. Billy Bonney stood with a small smirk toying on his lips as he sat down on the stool next to you. He nodded at the bartender when he slid him said shot, the outlaw throwing it back without hesitation.

“Where you been, cowboy?” You asked, slightly tipsy.

“Been at the Saloon playin’ Poker.” He responded.

“You win?”

His smirk only grew. “Sure did. It was a big pot too,”

“Good for you, Billy.” You smiled, turning back to grab you and him another shot. “To your winnings.” You cheered, the pair of you clinking your glasses together before downing them.

“Aye, y’all get that cattle?” He asked, leaning closer to you with a quieter voice. “Y’all stink of gunpowder.”

“Nah,” You shook your head. “Their boys came out— the shots scared the cattle away, and we ain’t have enough ammo to fight ‘em off so we had to cut and run. Shot a couple of them, though.”

He hummed. “We’ll get ‘em next time, Y/N, don’t worry.”

“I hope so. Jesse here is runnin’ up his tab right now and we barely got enough cash to buy food.” You shook your head with a bitter smile. “Aye, at least we got liquor.”

“We’ll figure it out— we always do.” Billy reminded with a comforting smile.

“Yeah.” You sighed, trying to push the worries away. You downed one last shot before pushing yourself off the bar stool. “Alright, boys, that bath is callin’ my name. See y’all tomorrow.” You turned, heading to the stairs as you heard a string of good nights.

After washing up, you put on a comfortable nightgown, heading to the room that matched the key Jesse had given you.

You carelessly threw the door open, the towel in your hands still wringing out your wet hair. But said towel almost fell from your grip once you saw a shirtless Billy standing in the middle of your room.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” You apologized as soon as his confused gaze landed on yours, backing out of the room. “Thought this was my room,”

He sighed, throwing on the shirt he was changing into before you walked in. “You’re good. Jesse told me downstairs that he ain’t have enough cash to get me a room— Hope you don’t mind, but I’d rather bunk with you than the one of the boys.”

“Oh, yeah, no, you can sleep in here. I don’t mind,” You nodded, walking in and shutting the door, placing your gun-belt down on the nightstand. Your eyes drifted to the small twin bed before you, your gaze going back up to Billy’s nervously.

“I can sleep on the floor, it’s alright.” He immediately tried to come up with a solution, already knowing what you were thinking of.

“Billy, I’m sure your back hurts just as bad as mine— if not more.” You waved him off. “I don’t want you to wake up even more sore tomorrow. It’s fine.. I ain’t scared of sleepin’ in the same bed as you. Unless you’re scared of sharin’ with me,” You lightly teased, laying down onto the bed, opening the covers for him.

A soft smile crept onto his lips. “Now, why would I be afraid of such a pretty lil’ thing like you?” He poked back, his words sending a blush to your cheeks as he got into bed, taking you up on your offer. The bed was quite small, and to ensure Billy wouldn’t fall off you were kinda hanging off the side.

A giggle left your lips. “There’s no way I’m not gon’ roll off this bed in my sleep and face plant onto the floor.”

He laid on his back, one arm thrown behind his head so he could look down at you. His gaze lingered onto yours for a moment— and you could see the gears turning in his brain. “Here,” He flipped onto his side, his hands slowly tugging you into him so your back was to his chest, his arm loosely hung around your waist. “I won’t let you fall,” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Thank you,” You leaned up to blow out the candle lit next to you before snuggling back into his arms, smiling. “G’night, Billy.”

His arms tightened around you, and you could hear a faint chuckle from behind you, the man placing a soft kiss to your head. “G’night, darlin’.”

today's been a heavy day for those of us with a uterus here in america. on my main blog, i've been sharing abortion fund resources and other ways to help, because i want this blog to remain a fun spot for me.

that being said, i'm getting to work on some requests and drafts, and i would love if people sent in more eddie / steve / billy stuff bc i miss them sm right now and we could all use a little comfort

— can’t help fallin’ in love, coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, mentions of trauma, depression, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: another one!! i am a goddamn writing machine these days lmao. i wanted to write something lovey dovey about my boy, i think i may have gone a lil overboard but this app is seriously lacking coryo fluff fics. i hope you enjoy soft coryo as much as i do! <3

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Coriolanus sat with an emotionless look on his face as he sat on the rocky train that was taking him to his worst nightmare. He was being shipped off to District 12 for cheating to help you win the games. He didn’t regret that, he never would.

But this was not the ideal outcome he’d imagined.

At least he wouldn’t be completely alone— after all, he was going to your district. He just wished it was under different circumstances.

“You know, I thought I might find you here,” Sejanus’ words caused him to turn around immediately, breaking him from his thoughts. “Sitting all by yourself.” He teased, walking into the train cart Coriolanus was currently in.

“Sejanus, what’re you doing—” He stood up, his eyebrows knitted together in concern and annoyance.

“What do you think?” He cut him off with a scoff. “After what I did in the arena? My father had to buy me the Academy a brand new gym just so I could get my diploma.” He put his bag down. “He begged me to stay, but once I found out where they were sending you, I couldn’t get out fast enough.” He admitted with a sigh, moving to sit down. “Barely made the train ‘cause of this stupid knee, but it’s okay, they gave me some morphling for the pain.”

Coriolanus looked at him with judgment. “You volunteered for this?”

“I figured if I get through basic and then maybe I’d become a medic.” He beamed. “Maybe make a real difference out here… just like you said.” Sejanus’ gaze turned downward. “They never told us what you did,”

“I cheated.” He answered, shamelessly. “To save Y/N from the snakes.” Sejanus’ nodded slowly, understanding where his friend was coming from. After a beat of silence, Coriolanus’ tearful eyes met his. “Do you think they killed her?”

“Why would they risk it?” Sejanus questioned with furrowed brows. “She was a big hit, if there is a games next year, they’re probably gonna invite her to sing at the opening ceremony.” He joked with a smile.

Coriolanus didn’t laugh. “You know, when you came in, I was weighing the merits of suicide.” He half-joked, his smile not meeting his eyes.

“When we’re about to be free?” Sejanus shot back. “When the girl you risked everything for might be waiting for you at the end of this track?” At his words, Coriolanus’ throat ran dry, the tears returning to his eyes. The possibility that you might be waiting not even crossing his mind. Sejanus looked at him with a knowing glint in his eye. “My friend, don’t give them the satisfaction. Your life has just begun. You’re gonna do great— We’re both gonna do great.”

Sejanus’ words still rung in his ears, even if they were spoken all those months ago.

Even now, when you were delicately tucked under his arm, your head buried in his neck as you slept soundly. That conversation seemed to take home in his mind, never leaving.

You were, in-fact, waiting for him, and the moment you saw him you ran into his arms, and he cherished you every day from that moment. The pair of you spent as much time together as you could, and you loved every second of it. As did he.

You were like a star of brightness in his darkness— lighting up places he didn’t even know existed and granting them with your warmth. And now that you weren’t fighting for your life, he got to learn so much about you.

He learned about your quirks, your personality, your smile, all of it. You learned the same about him.

But nights like these where he couldn’t find sleep and was left up alone, the silence and ringing of the bugs outside consumed him, the man getting caught up in the ropes that was his thoughts.

He often didn’t believe he deserved you, that you were too pure for him. You were gifted to him by mistake, but he was too selfish to let you go.

And, God, you never wanted him too.

Coriolanus had a bad habit of not speaking his mind, and bottling his emotions until they bubbled over, everything coming out in one out burst of rage and sadness. You didn’t blame him, you never did. Instead, you picked him up from the floor and held him until he calmed down.

He had never experienced the type of love you gave him, and it scared the shit out of him. He didn’t know how to return it, he wasn’t good with kind of stuff. You taught him things everyday, though.

You snuggled deeper into his neck, his uneven breathing causing you, a light sleeper, to wake up. Or, according to your theories, you were so interlinked with Coryo that you could sense when he was overthinking.

You left a small patch of kisses on his throat, cracking your sleepy eyes open to confirm your suspicions— the boy was staring off into space, not a drop of sleep in his eyes.

“Coryo,” You whispered, leaning up to kiss his jaw softly. He turned at your acts, his eyes meeting yours as his previous frown was replaced with that lovey smile you adored. “Can’t sleep?”

He shook his head, temporarily pushing you off of him in order for him to turn on his side to properly look at you. Once he got situated, he pulled you back into his chest, a giggle leaving your lips.

Your fingers came up to knead through his messy platinum locks. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment. “Nothing.. it’s just, sometimes I think you may be too good for me.” He admitted slowly.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Coryo, if anything, you’re too good for me. Remember, honey, I’m ‘District Trash’.” You laughed, repeating the words Lucky Flickermen had said about you before wrapping your arms around his neck and leaving kisses all over his face. “You must be a fool if you can’t see how in love I am with you. You are more than good to me, I couldn’t imagine my life with anyone else.” You promised, continuing to leave kisses on your lover’s smiling face with every word you spoke.

His arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you closer to him. “I love you,” He whispered in your ear, beginning to leave his own kisses on your neck and jaw.

Butterflies creeped up your spine at his confession, a love-sick smile tugging on your lips as you leaned up to really kiss him.

His hands came up to cup your face as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the kiss only being further fueled with your burning passion for each other. Your hands slipped back into his locks for purchase as the kiss grew more needy. You let out a whimper against his mouth when he began to kiss you harder, angling your body back to deepen it further.

He smirked against your lips at your noises, before pulling back for air. His thumb swiped back and forth across your cheekbone as you both stared at each other, love strong in the both of your eyes.

“I love you, Coryo.” You whispered back, before taking your spot back in his arms. “Get some sleep, my love.” You left another kiss on his throat, the boy hugging you somehow closer, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you,” He softly spoke, leaning up to blow out the candle you had lit earlier.

“Always,”

“I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.”

— Kurt Cobain