I Had This Dream Where You Were Different…

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…

Were they ever really that different?

this genuinely has me in tears

hiii!! i had an idea for a Billy blurb and I’ve been stuck on it ever since

Billy just wandering through a town, minding his own damn business when he finds a barmaid with one hell of a fire in her, literally pulling a shotgun on a guy for touching her and hitting her horse

and he’s like “oh shit, she’s crazy, but kinda cute”

thanks!!

ouuuu yesss!!! i love this idea thank you<333

update: it’s posted here!!

😭😭😭😭

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor, to the toilet seat, from the dining room table, to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink, to the shower, from the front porch, to the balcony, vertically horizontally, quadratic, exponent, algorithmetic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, forward, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back aching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw-dropping, hair pulling teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, over stimulating, vile, sloppy, moan-inducing, heart-wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, blackhole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark-worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcanic erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, hip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail snatching, spectacular, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, malforming, heavenly, devil's tango. please.

i fear i will have a breakdown during the hopper and el reunion scene

— 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.

DARTH VADER/ANAKIN SKYWALKER in AHSOKA (S01E05)

💚Lottie Matthews SFW Alphabet💚

💚Read the NSFW Alphabet here!💚

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Warnings: Nope! All safe/fluff, mention of alcohol though

Word Count: 2,278

A/N: Hello Loves! Back again with more for Lottie! This time it's her SFW alphabter! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!💚

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Lottie does what I call quiet affection. She’s not into extravagance or making a huge display out of things and she never has. She prefers keeping your love private, but don’t mistake that for her keeping you secret! On the contrary, she’s very upfront about her marital status with others, it's just not all out and in your face. Her love languages are acts of service and touch for sure. She’s always got a hand on you in some way when she can help it and its very common to come home to her having done or actively doing a chore for you that she knows youve been dreading

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As an adult, she doesn't seem like the best friend type. But as a teenager, she was the classic outgoing girl's best friend. She loved doing each other's nails, watching corny movies late at night with popcorn, and having sleepovers. She loves those moments of girlhood but craves them still as an adult. If she did make an adult best friend, in some way I think she’d try and reclaim and relive that feeling, as childish as it might make her feel

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Lottie is a huge cuddler. She loves being tangled up in you, face to face so she can press you into her chest and she can rest her chin on top of your head. She loves snuggling up under blankets with you to watch tv or a movie ans sneakily sliding her hand up your top 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Lottie adores domestic life. She loves mundane tasks like cooking and cleaning, especially when she can do those tasks for you. She enjoys the praise she gets and the relaxation she can feel in your body from having done a task for you. She doesn’t like living alone, so moving in together would be suggested and welcomed quite early. She loves sharing her space with you. She’s the type to want to go the whole ten miles. Living together, getting married, and having kids. She wants to give her kids some of the childhood wonder she worries she missed out on

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think she’d be shattered. I genuinely don’t know how she’d do it because I see her as someone as an adult who’s so careful with dating, that she’s only getting into a serious relationship when she feels she’s found the one. If she felt like she had to leave, it would likely be because she worried she was weighing you down. There would be a lot of tears and drama and she’d feel awful, but she firmly believes in the phrase “If you love something, let it go”

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

This lady wants to put a ring on your finger so badly! I think she dreamed of a rustic farmhouse wedding as a teenager with all her closest friends and family, and now she envisions that with you both in white, out by her little part of the lake. I could see it taking some time though. She wouldn't want to rush into things and scare you off. She seems like the type to wait till you show obvious interest in big-life changing decisions that she can’t misconstrue, like getting married or having kids

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Lottie is just the most tender girl. She’s so fragile with every touch like she’s afraid of breaking whatever’s in her hands, you included. Sometimes her touch is so soft it feels like she’s only hovering over your skin. You have to remind her that you aren't going to fade away or disappear and she can hold onto you. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Her hugs are warm and enveloping like she’s wrapping you up in a blanket or a bubble made just for the two of you. She gets especially huggy when she’s tired or drunk

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She tries to wait till you say it first but slips up and ends up saying it first. She says it very casually ans naturally too, likely after laughing at some corny joke you make without thinking about it. It takes her a moment to realize she even said it at all, but before she can worry and possibly take it back you assure her you love her too 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I mentioned it in a headcanon request but Lottie is a self-pity type of jealous. She feels very secure in her relationship with you, but if before you established it and she sees someone flirting with you or she’s got something impairing her cognitive thinking skills (best example, she's drunk) she becomes a mopy baby, keeping you away not because she’s mad at you but she’s pitying herself 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Like everything Lottie does, there's a warm tenderness behind every one of her kisses. She loves kissing your hands and fingers, or holding onto your hips tight as she kisses your lips, smiling at the taste of you. She loves kissing your nose and the corners of your smile, as well as your thighs, collarbones, and neck. Any exposed skin she can get her hands on she’ll kiss you there, no questions asked

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She’s great with kids! She loves just listening to them talk about the magical worlds that they come up with. I think had she not had all the trauma from the crash, in another life she became an elementary school teacher, maybe teaching between 4th and 6th graders

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lottie is often up first because she’s got things to do, but she always leaves the coffee maker on for you and oftentimes gets some chores done around the house before you get up and she has to start getting to work. On weekends she likes to gently wake you up and bribe you with making breakfast

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

She loves listening to music while cooking dinner, often distracting you to dance and nearly burning whatever you might be cooking because she's just too infatuated with you and your laugh. She also enjoys late-night reading in bed with her glasses on while you cuddle up beside her. Her free hand often trails over your stomach and your side so that she can feel your breathing even out as you fall asleep beside her

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Lottie wouldn’t tell you a lot about the wilderness, at least not in detail. But I think she’d reveal details about her life pre-crash very freely. But her teen years during and post-crash are somewhat of a blur. Once a heavy level of trust is established between the two of you, I think she’d be a lot more open to talking about it, but only when you’re alone ans something reminds her of something that happened out there. She wants you to know what triggers her, what she did out there because she wants to be herself with you and be accepted and taken in full as she is, but that’s extremely hard out of her fear of rejection. It would take quite some time and trial and error, but overall, she feels like one of not the more open out of the yellowjackets when it comes to their time in the wilderness

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She’s extremely patient, especially with you. They’re a very strong line of communication between the two of you, so it’s very hard to upset one another. However, if she’s already stressed, small things that other people do can tend to set her off. It’s pretty easy to catch these triggers, but settling her down again when she’s upset can be a challenge. She always feels bad after getting upset with someone but you assure her it’s alright end encourage her to apologize and communicate what she may have been feeling

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

Lottie’s mind is a steal trap. She remembers absolutely everything without even trying, but she doesn’t brag about it. She hopes that you don’t notice it

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

She often fondly thinks about watching you in her garden, admiring all her different plants as the sun shone down on you from above, illuminating the color in your cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes. At that moment, she realized just how beautiful she truly found you

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s protective, but not in the way that she’ll get physically violent or aggressive with someone who’d bother you. She’s more concerned with getting you out of a bad situation than interfering with the perpetrator if that makes sense. She’d rather take you away and make sure you're alright because of your her priority. Not some asshole who felt the need to bother you. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Lottie seems like a huge tryhard to me, so she’s gonna try in everything romantically because she wants you both to be satisfied to your fullest in every aspect of her relationship, so if there's something you want, she’ll attempt to achieve it to the best of her capability. But she prefers the small things, like taking her time doing a task for you, or when you try cooking something new for you both or coming home to a new bouquet that you picked from the garden that afternoon

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She’s got a nasty habit of overworking herself, especially into the night. She often wakes up in the night when she’s overwhelmed or stressed and you need to pull her from her computer or the kitchen and back to bed before she wears herself out

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s more concerned than you might think. Of course, she’s one to embrace the unique beauty that comes with age, however, sometimes when she notices a few more grey hairs than she expected or new wrinkles forming on her face it can get to her and she can grow concerned. You always tell her that she's always beautiful, even more so with age and she finds comfort in that

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She hates to admit it, but she can be quite clingy. She doesn't like being apart for long and is at her most content when you’re within arms reach of her. Of course, she understands a need for time apart or if you want time for yourself, and that's something she’s willing to work on, but she adores you and at the very least wants to know how your day has been. She always calls if you're apart for a day to check in with you

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I mentioned it before but she’s a big reader. She loves getting her information from books and it's quite common to find her curled up under a blanket in her free time, book in hand with a cup of tea sat beside her, her reading glasses sliding down her nose. But she’s the kind of reader that highlights and annotates her books, regardless of what they’re about. She just likes being able to flip to where she was and read sections to you without having to go on a wild goose chase to find them

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She’s one of those people with the cilantro gene and she hates it, insisting that it tastes like soap. She’s not usually picky with food, but if she tastes cilantro it’s an absolute no

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Lottie twitches in her sleep and she sleep mumbles. She’s very clingy and always has a hand on you when she’s asleep, but she’s an active dreamer and will murmur things under her breath when she’s out cold. Often, when she’s not having nightmares she’ll say all kinds of sweet things. It's very sweet when she takes naps on the couch with you, her head in your lap while you read. She'll hum and smile to herself when you run her fingers through her hair and she’ll nuzzle into your leg. You know shes dreaming about you then