#coriolanus and reader

president coriolanus snow! x sunshine! wife reader warnings: age gap ( reader 22 and coriolanus is 34), arranged marriage, misogynistic coryo, baby trapping? smut… kinda but beware! read at your own risk ⚠️

your family’s business was falling apart, and your family was damn near bankrupt. your father, teddy delano’s, only solution was sending his sweet sunshine daughter off to marry the president of panem. coriolanus was looking for a wife, someone to warm his bed and carry his children. your parents, they wanted money; it was the perfect match, mutually beneficial. you would do anything for your family so of course you agreed to the arrangement, besides you’d be the first lady of panem and you hoped that it would bring honor and would pull the delano’s back into the capitals higher society.

it had been three months since that day you married president coriolanus snow in front of hundreds of people. the ceremony was extravagant, you were determined to make the most out of this marriage.

coriolanus wasn’t anything like you’d expected. he was grumpy and cold, you’d heard how brutal he was in meetings. but with you? he seemed softer almost loving? your husband sat at his desk as he usually did, reading paperwork and looking at laws. “how was your day?” he asked as you walked into the room. you always came in his office around this time, to check on him and to see how he was doing.

“hello. my day is good so far and yours?” you smiled that sweet little smile he liked. coriolanus looked up from his work, looking at you. he knew you two were complete opposites in every way. he was dark and bitter, and you are the literal embodiment of sunshine. “busy, i had way too many meetings to attend.” coriolanus responded, shifting a stack of paper to the side before sighing. he was in deep need of a massage. you made yourself useful in situations like this. “would you like me to fetch you some tea, I put the kettle on a bit ago or perhaps you’re hungry?” you walked a little bit closer to his desk.

coriolanus paused looking at you up and down as you spoke with your sweet voice. a soft smile came to his lips. “that would be nice. thank you, dear.” he said, running a hand through his blonde almost white hair. coriolanus was tired and hungry, a very bad combination. you simply nod in response and make your way out of his office and to the kitchen.

coriolanus watched you leave the room. he couldn’t tell what it was about you, but something made him soften when you were around. usually this feeling of fondness? would alarm him but a little voice inside his head told him to allow this feeling, to enjoy what he hasn’t felt in so so long. he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to get rid of an oncoming headache as he returned to his work.

you grabbed a gold platter from the cupboard and put tea cakes, mini sandwiches and sweet bread (that you made yourself earlier in the day). you grabbed the teacup and prepared his tea just how he liked it. in haste you made your way back to his office, coriolanus was anything but patient.

when you reentered the room coriolanus smiled. you smiled in return and gave a simple nod almost as if you were a maid greeting your master. as you set the platter down on his desk, he took a moment to admire the way you look in your house dress. “thank you, darling.” he said as he took the steaming teacup, letting out a small sigh of relaxation.

“of course, anytime.” you smile and step back from his desk going to the small couch on the right side of his office. coriolanus took a long sip of his tea before grabbing a petite cake from the platter, taking a small bite. “delicious. who made these?” he hums taking another bite. “i made them earlier.” you grab the book on the couch and begin skimming it. he watches you skim through the book, he felt strangely warm inside when he looked at you.

coriolanus finishes his tea and shoved the platter to the side, he stacks his papers up and cleared his throat. “come here wife” he said suddenly, motioning for you to stand up and walk over to him. you felt a bit nervous but you shut the book and walked over to him with a soft smile on your face.

you walked to his side of the desk and stared at him, he was in his chair looking at you with his intense icy blue gaze, he gently grabbed your wrist, bringing you forward until you were standing between his legs. he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his head aganist your stomach, he was relaxing against you. coriolanus never did this before so you were confused and shocked but you didn’t let your feelings show, you were afraid of how he’d react if you did. “i will place my son in your belly… wouldn’t that be lovely?“ he whispered to your stomach.

a baby? the only time you two ever had sex was during your wedding night but it was only a means to an end, to “consummate” the union so it was brief to say the least. you weren’t sure how to handle this side of the president so you just ran your fingers through his hair. “yes. a blessing.” you said softly placing a kiss on the top of his head. coriolanus would never admit that he found this very soothing.

coriolanus let out a noise of content, he was practically melting at your touch. your hands were so gentle and he enjoyed feeling your hands running through his hair. “you’ll give me many sons” coriolanus nuzzled against your stomach for a moment before tilting his head back to look up at you. a strange feeling spread across your body but you smiled, coriolanus returned a small smile of his own, gently gripping your hips. “i think i’ll sleep in your rooms tonight, would you like that?” he didn’t really care if you’d like it or not, he was going to visit your room at night regardless. you knew that.

“yes, I would,” you pushed down all feelings and just told him what he wanted to hear, “thank you.” you kissed the top of his head again and hummed him a song you used to sing to your baby niece. coriolanus pulled you down to sit on his lap, he was looking up at you with a subtle sparkle in his icy blue eyes. you sit on his lap staying still as a board. coriolanus shifted so he was more comfortable with you sitting on his lap. his large hands slowly trailing up your back and then resting on your waist once again.

he brought his face closer to your neck, gently nuzzling the crook of your collarbones and shoulder. “how lucky am i to have such a good man as my husband.” you whispered his praises and ran your fingers through his hair. coriolanus let out a quiet groan. he didn’t know why, but you whispering softly to him was heavenly. as you continued to run your fingers through his hair, coriolanus gently nipped at your skin. he placed gentle kisses on your neck, slowly trailing up until he reached your ear.

he placed a small kiss against your earlobe while his hands slipped underneath your dress to touch your bare thighs. coriolanus let his hands explore across your skin as he pulled you closer against him. your breath hitched as his cold, rough hands touched your upper thighs. he pulled your h/c hair to the side so he could place kisses from the nape of your neck to your jaw. he wanted you badly, he wondered if you wanted him just as much. coriolanus captured your lips in a tender kiss, savoring the sweet taste of your lips, he deepened the kiss slowly slipping in his tongue. you’d never done anything like this so you weren’t sure how to please him, you just went with what he was doing and sort of mirrored it.

he broke the kiss to go back and leave marks on your neck, he’d claim you as his and he wanted everyone to know. his hand went up your dress again to pull down your short white shorts, the pretty bloomers you wear to bed. he pulled them down to your ankles.

he shifted the position and now you were straddling his lap. coriolanus grabbed your thighs to keep you steady. “you look so beautiful like this, darling.” he said in a quiet, raspy voice. “t-thank you.” you felt your cheeks heat up. coriolanus loved the look of your flustered face, he thought you looked rather adorable. “my sweet girl.” he placed a gentle kiss on the corner of your lips. coriolanus felt a burning feeling begin to rise in his chest and the ache of desire deep in his abdomen. he desperately tried to undo his belt while still keeping you on his lap.

“take my fucking belt off.” he said his tone whiny and he sounded like he was begging. coriolanus suppressed a deep groan as he felt your slender hands undo his belt. you discarded his very expensive belt on the floor, he gripped your thighs harder, moving your body even closer to his.

he was hoping you could feel the huge bulge in his pants. “do you feel what you do to me?,” he groaned pulling you closer “it’s your responsibility to fulfill my needs dear wife.” he kissed you desperately, he hiked up your dress and you gasped. “coriol-“ you wanted to tell him you were nervous and kinda clueless about this but he cut you off with a kiss. this was not on the list on duties you’d have to do as first lady.

he freed himself from his pants and lifted your hips so you could sink onto him, you winced and tears even formed in your eyes. “shh shh” coriolanus says softly kissing your cheeks. he should’ve prepped you but he was too desperate, too selfish, he needed you now. this was only your second time so you felt a bit of a sharp pain. “you’re doing so good, darling.” coriolanus said, “now, I’m going to move you.”

coriolanus began to guide your body, slowly moving you up and down on his lap. it was almost torturous to go so fucking slow, he wanted to take you fast and hard but he knew that he had to restrain himself. “c-coriolanus.” you let out airy moans, it started to feel good as he moved you up and down. your moans only made him wanna pick up pace so he could hear more of your sweet sounds. “s-so tight.” his voice shaky and raspy. you were starting to get the gist of it so you began to pick up pace on your own, riding him as one would ride a prized stallion. coriolanus felt his mind become slightly hazy. his office was filled with his groans and the soft sounds of you.

“if you ever leave me… i will find you.” he breaths out as he spills into you. “and- our sons” he chuckled rutting his seed into you.

probably the spiciest thing i ever wrote for coriolanus (or maybe ever wrote period) and idk if i hate it or not 🥴😭😫 this was lightly inspired by christmas kids by roar, cus the tone of the “I’LL FIND YOU RONNIE” is so coryo like the desperation… the whinees

bad smut but hey! she’s (me) learning 🤗😫🫣 hope you all enjoyed! please like and share your thoughts in the comments ✨

coriolanus snow x heavensbee! reader

cw: age gaps, power imbalances, creepy men, politician coryo, grooming?, manipulative men, reader is 18, etc

“all these women are…. not for me.” coriolanus groaned and threw the list that contained the names and pictures of eligible women in the capital.

an idea popped into hilarius’s head, a perfectly brilliant idea. “may i? suggest someone i mean.” that’s how he’d weasel his way into being coriolanus’s right hand man, pawning off his sister. “who’d you have in mind.” coriolanus tried to not look so uninterested but he was, no way hilarius knew anyone worthy of carrying future “snow” heirs.

hilarius smirked and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, he pulled out a picture of his sister and showed it to coriolanus. “my sister. she’s just what you need. she’s intelligent and beautiful..” hilarius tried to read coriolanus’s face but he couldn’t tell if he was intrigued or repulsed by the idea of him offering up his little sister. “she’s pretty.” was all that came out of coriolanus’s mouth. oh duh.. how could he forget the youngest heavensbee? how old was she anyways, he couldn’t remember. “she’s a good girl! she’s a good listener, does what she’s told to.” hilarius took the picture and put it back in his wallet.

“does what she’s told..” that echoed in coriolanus’s mind a bit. he needed someone like that. no more girls with rebellious attitudes, he needed someone to control. first ladies weren’t girls with big mouths and shady pasts, they were elegant little things who did as they were told. “invite her. couldn’t hurt to meet her.” coriolanus handed him one of the gold envelopes. “she’ll be there.” hilarius smiled, a wide chesire cat grin. “hope so.” coriolanus huffed.

the next day

RING RING

the sound of the school bell rang through the huge classroom, the bell was alerting students that school was finally over and everyone was free to go home. everyone began packing up their supplies and heading out of the classroom. y/n heavensbee swung her book bag over her shoulder and put her pink planner and her pens into her bag. “bye y/n.” a girl with ginger hair and freckles waved goodbye to her. “see you monday.” she smiled and waved back.

she made her way to the front of the school and turned her gaze to the cars in the street, her eyes saw her brothers black car and she exhaled and ran towards it. “hilarius. why isn’t mother picking me up today?” she hopped into the front seat and buckled her seatbelt. “she was preoccupied.” he shrugged (he insisted on picking y/n up) “whats with the fancy dress?” y/n noticed the beautiful ballgown that was in her brother’s backseat, the gown was yellow.

“you know my friend coriolanus snow right?” he tried to sound nonchalant. y/n turned to try to get a closer look at the dress. “yes, well i know of him, what does that have to do with the dress?.” y/n giggled. “if you’d let me finish. he’s throwing a gala and we’re invited. that’s the dress i want you to wear.” he smiled. “really?” y/n loved dressing up for fancy occasions so this peeked her interests. “yes its tonight, it’s imperative that you listen to me tonight.” he sounded so serious like a man on a mission. “what’s so special about tonight?” she asked but her brother just grinned. “you’ll see.”

the gala was loud and lively much like it’s sole planner tigress snow, coriolanus’s cousin. coriolanus found himself watching the clock it was 10:00 pm and still no hilarius and his sister. a shame, really. he downed a glass of posca as tried to get rid of the tingly feeling he felt, was that nervousness? or perhaps embarrassment? he tried his hardest to look extra dashing tonight just for this girl to not show up. he’d surely make hilarius do extra paperwork just for getting his hopes up- the doors of the room were opened and there was hilarius and his sister. she looked stunning, he had to admit to himself.

her gown was yellow and it beautifully glimmered in the light. the corset part of the dress had red roses embroidered on it, cute. her hair was curled and her cheeks were clearly brushed with rouge and her lips were painted a reddish nude color. the whole party was looking at the girl, he wasn’t the only one to notice her beauty. she and hilarius linked hands and approached coriolanus. “coriolanus this is y/n heavensbee.” he gestured at his sister. “it’s a honor to meet you sir.” she bowed her head to him and smiled. her smile was genuine not forced like how everyone’s smile seemed to be. “entertain each other while i go talk to magmas.” hilarius walked away before anyone could really say anything.

now there was an awkward silence. coriolanus looked y/n up and down. he drank his posca and examined her body language, she wasn’t fidgety but she still nervous. “your gown is beautiful.” he complimented. y/n felt her face heat up, god why was she like this? it was a simple compliment yet she was sure she looked like a tomato now. “thank you! your lapel…it’s a very beautiful.” she avoided eye contact by looking at his red rose lapel. “thank you, well i have an affinity for roses.” he was eyeing the embroidery on her dress. “really? well seems we’re unintentionally matching.” she pointed out.

it was like it was a sign from whoever was waiting for him once his time on this earth was up, it was like she was already marked for him. “that we are.” he softly chuckled. “my brother says you plan on running in a couple years time? you’ll have my vote.” y/n raised her glass of posca. “if everything goes according to plan then yes, in two years.” he raised his glass to clink hers. “i hope to be a teacher, history. it’s my f-favorite.” she had ambitions of her own? well that’s no good! coriolanus thought. “it’d suit you.” all he could do was force a smile. hilarius returned and he had a huge smile on his face.

“getting along?“ hilarius raised his eyebrows. y/n nodded and coriolanus did the same. “she’s a real peach.” coriolanus patted his shoulder. “how old are you again?” coriolanus never did get her age, hilarius danced around the question. “i-“ y/n smiled. “she’s eighteen, practically nineteen.” hilarius cut in before she could even finish her sentence. “hm.” she hummed in agreement. why did her brother seem so tense? “she’s quite young hilarius.” coriolanus shifted his body to face hilarius and his brows furrowed. he was already so taken with her and now he gets this bomb dropped, panem news would eat this up. “cradle robber coriolanus.” would follow him for the rest of his life. “she’s wise beyond her years.” hilarius shrugged. “wiser than you!” y/n teased.

“so- are you a student.. or?” coriolanus needed to know more about her. no matter. “she’s a student..” hilarius said for her, “please don’t ask where” echoes through hilarius’s head. “i also help out at my fathers company most weekends, make him lunch and coffee.” she tried to ease the newfound tension between her brother and coriolanus. “you are a stellar young lady.” he takes a bigger sip of his alcohol. he felt a little weird, it wasn’t like he was 50 years old trying to get a child bride, he was a young good looking man simply getting to know a women, that was what she was after all. “and you are an exceptional man.” she winked innocently.

“a match made in the capital.” hilarius chuckled cheekily, y/n didn’t catch the joke so she just laughed. coriolanus took this as a clear sign that she wanted him to, needed him to. “we should really get the families together, what do you say hilarius?” coriolanus now looked at y/n with a possessive gaze. “we’d love to.” in hilarius’s mind this was a win.

coriolanus’s pov

after the party i couldn’t stop thinking about y/n heavensbee, the little sister of that annoying leech that was hilarius heavensbee. i didn’t get to see her at all this week due to my busy schedule but a family dinner was scheduled for tonight at heavensbee manor, grandmaam and tigress would be there and tigress was going to make a dessert so we didn’t show up empty handed. my driver stopped to let a girl in a red uniform cross the street, probably some academy kid showing up late for school.

i looked at the girl a little more closely and lowered my window, it was y/n. FUCK! my jaw dropped. no, no! it can’t be, no fucking way would hilarius try to hook me up with his sister if she was still attending the academy. i told my driver to stop the car and called for her, surely this is just some messed up delusion in my head. “mr. snow?” she ran up to my car window. this is where i should’ve drove off but i just couldn’t, she shouldn’t be walking alone. “where ya headed.” i smile and she points to her uniform. “school, woke up late.” she chuckled, it was an adorable sound.

coriolanus x plinth!reader

cw: forced marriage, misogynistic attitudes, eventual smut(?), coryo is toxic and manipulative (what’s new?),

you lay in bed thinking of sejanus, it’s been two months since he died and his death left an emptiness in your home. ma was always sad and your father showed no emotion, he shed no tears but you know he loved sejanus and he misses him as much as you and ma do. you were ripped from your thoughts when you heard knocking at your door. you slid on your slippers and your sea blue robe. “just a minute” you sigh, you opened the door to see your ma.

“my beautiful daughter.” your ma looked sadder than usual, she carried a tray of tea and biscuits in her hands. you took the tray from her shaky hands and put it down on your tea table, only y/n plinth would have a dedicated spot for drinking tea in her bedroom, your brother used to tease you for it a million times. “what’s going on ma?” you questioned. “your father is coming with.. news.” she gestured you to sit, you nodded and took a seat in one of your comfy chair. “should i be worried-”

you ask and she just looks down, you felt your stomach fill with nerves. “am i in trouble?” you don’t remember doing anything wrong that would earn you a talking to from your father. who knows maybe you rejecting luca cardew and embarrassing him in front of everyone somehow got back to your father, but why would he care about academy drama? you were a senior you had to be focusing on studying anyway.

just as your ma was about to tell you your father entered your room without knocking, he looked tired and determined. oh… oh no you know that look. “did you tell her?” he looked at your ma and she shook her head. “tell me what? i would like to know..” you chuckled dryly. “you’re the plinth heir, my heir.” he sat down and glared at the tea pot, you took it as a sign to pour him a cup. “i know. im waiting for the day you teach me the ins and outs of weapon manufacturing.” you grabbed a biscuit off the tray.

“there’s no easy way to say this-“ he sighed rubbing the back of his neck. “just tell her strabo- please it’s eating me up inside.” your ma raised her voice and you flinched. “fine. coriolanus snow is getting on a train back to capital as we speak- you two are going to be joint heirs.” he looked almost relieved to say that. your heart dropped, joint heirs? but why? you are capable of being a good heir. “father- no. i feel as if i’m being usurped.” you looked at your ma for help but she just sipped on her tea. “you’re a girl, a beautiful gentle girl… you aren’t meant for this kind of work.” his compliments sounded like the reason why he was doing this, because you were a women.

“pa-“ you looked at him with pleading eyes, it used to work when you were younger. “coriolanus will take good care of the company and you.” ma stretches her hand to gentle touch your shoulder. “and me? what are-“ you felt like this was one big joke, one huge jest. “don’t fret you’ll have a role in the company then once you step into the mother role naturally you’ll allow him to handle everything.” your father cuts you off. “mother role?” you looked like a spooked horse, what was he fucking taking about.

“you and coriolanus are betrothed, we’ll discuss more when he gets back.” pa looked almost hopeful about this whole thing. “you’ll marry after graduation, a july wedding sounds lovely doesn’t it?.” ma smiled and took a bite of her biscuit. “if i marry coriolanus… i will no longer be a plinth.” this wasn’t a cruel joke or a bad dream. “you’d be a snow.” he nodded. “y/n snow.. suits you perfectly.” ma tried to cheer you up but tears filled your eyes.

“the plinth name will die..” you said through tears, your father handed you his pocket square to wipe your tears. “you’re a girl.. which means regardless the plinth name will die. trust me this marriage will do us some good.” he smiled.. for the first time since sejanus died, it was an emotion. “all of us.” ma said.

you weren’t supposed to be a wife this early, you wanted to go to university and be a- well you didn’t know what you wanted to be exactly but you were certain that you didn’t want to be a wife especially not coriolanus snows wife. coriolanus and you didn’t interact unless sejanus was there practically forcing it. the relationship never really went pass a “hello” or a “morning” in the academy hallways. what did he have to offer? you knew the snow name didn’t mean much anymore, what could he bring to the table? 

you didn’t know much about him but you know he was smart and was sejanus best friend- his only friend. “get some sleep, he’ll be here in the morning.” your pa got up and so did your ma, they linked arms. “night sweetie.” ma looked sympathetic. “goodnight.” you walked them to the door and locked it behind them. you ran to your bed and shoved a pillow in your face “AHHHHHHH!”.

early morning

coriolanus stepped off the train, breathing the crisp capital air. he made his way to the citadel to see dr. gaul he was certain she was behind his return, he felt powerful because the staff at the citadel greeted him with more respect. “you passed all my tests- from now on you’ll be studying under me at the university, we’ve asked president ravinstill and he’s granted you a full pardon” dr gaul grinned as he walked over to her, “we asked” who was we? he thought. “i can’t afford university.” he said but she chuckled at that like he was making an obvious joke. “a certain mr. strabo plinth has offered to pay for everything you need while your there… he’s offered that and more..” dr. gaul pulled out a picture out of her pocket and handed it to him, it was a note and a picture of you. “y/n plinth?” his eyebrows furrowed what did you have to do with this, you were just a girl. he would read the letter on his way out.

“before I take you under my wing let me ask one final time, what are the hunger games for? dr. gaul smiled her eyes gleamed with excitement. so he told her and she was grinning ear to ear, after all this time he finally got it. “and who are you?” her curiosity was peaked and she couldn’t contain her pride. “the victor.” coriolanus said plainly. “welcome home mr. snow.” he did it he passed dr. gaul’s mind game.

“you should take a trip to the plinth residence.” she was hiding something and he knew it, what was the price of your father’s kindness. “ok.” he agreed and nodded to the older women. “come and see me after the good news” she said in a sing songy tone,

he shoved the picture and the letter in his pocket and walked out of the citadel feeling quite accomplished, snow lands on top! he’d finally have the life he truly deserved. he wondered why gaul gave him your picture, he pulled out the letter and read it.

dear coriolanus,

me and dr.gaul have advocated for you with president ravinstill and now you have a full pardon, so when you read this you’ll be back in the capital. i was made aware of your talents and potential by dr.gaul and i was beyond impressed, i will pay for your university tuition and give you housing for you and your family. you’ll get the prize that was meant to be yours in the first place. if you accept a betrothal between you and my daughter y/n i will make you and y/n joint heirs. she’s beautiful and gentle at heart, she’ll be graduating soon. you should know that me offering up my only daughter to you is an honor, she means more to me than my fortune. she’s all yours if you want her, come over to discuss all the details. - strabo plinth

he folded up the letter and placed it in his pocket. lucy gray had made his heart cold so a marriage of convenience to you would be more practical, you were wealthy and he hate to admit it but you were beautiful, you’d do very well as his first lady. yeah you’d do nicely on his arm. “snow lands on top.” he dryly chucked as he kept walking, changing his direction to the direction of the plinth residence.

PART TWO

coriolanus x plinth!reader

cw: forced marriage, misogyny, eventual smut(?), coryo is toxic and manipulative (what’s new?),

“wake up beauty-” your ma gently shakes you up your eyes softly open and close, sleep still consumes you. “get up. he should be coming..” ma slightly raises her pitch, you always hated waking up early. “fine.” a groan escapes your lips and you drag yourself out of the comfort of your bed, if the early birds chirping wasn’t an indication that it was too fucking early the sight of your pa with a big cup of coffee was. “what is she wearing? why is she still wearing her nightgown?” your pa asked with an annoyed look on his face. “strabo..” ma huffed.

“i’m right here. why are you two talking like i’m not here?” you groaned and poured yourself a glass of apple juice. “you don’t look very presentable, he should be on his way. go change.” your pa turns to look at you and you glare at him. you downed your apple juice like it was a shot of liquor and stomped your way back to your room to change into something more “presentable”, you had no need to impress coriolanus it wasn’t like you liked him.

you fiddled with the simple silver ring your father bought you, to the blind eye it was a simple ring a thoughtful gift from a father to his daughter. but almost everyone at school knew the truth, it was a purity ring….. cue the judgmental looks from the boys in the hallway at school. you weren’t embarrassed by it, hell you took pride in it. though you did find it strange why he never made sejanus wear one. “perfect.” you grab a light blue dress from your wardrobe, it was simple but it still cute. you didn’t want to seem like you were trying hard to impress coriolanus but you also didn’t want to be scolded by your pa, so the dress was the best option. you looked at your reflection through your vanity mirror and you examined your face, you grabbed your brush and combed through your h/t hair. you found a dark blue bow that matched the ribbon that you tied around your waist to accentuate your figure, you fixed the bow and once you were pleased with how your hair looked like you smiled

because if you couldn’t control who you married you’d at least choose how you present yourself, you applied some tinted chapstick to your lips and pinched your cheeks to make them appear rosy. you were going to take a few moments to process everything but you heard a familiar voice call you from downstairs, it was your pa. you figured coriolanus was here. you walked downstairs and just as you thought there he was, coriolanus snow stood in the foyer alongside your ma and pa. “y/n hurry now.” your ma gestures you to walk down faster but if you walk down any faster, you might fall face first.

he was wearing a peacekeeper uniform and his beautiful golden locks were gone and replaced with the standard peacekeeper buzz cut. how unfortunate

you finally make it to the bottom of the stairs and you put on a friendly smile. “welcome back to the capital.” you politely say to coriolanus. “thank you.” his piercing blue eyes look you up and down, as if he were examining you with his eyes, probably making sure he didn’t agree to marry an ogre. “we’ve already discussed the basics.” your pa smiles and coriolanus nods his head. “we didn’t want to bore you.” coriolanus added. “i do appreciate the thought but i would like a rundown of what you said.” you smiled.

“y/n!” ma nudged you and you winced. “ma! ouch. don’t i have a right to know what was discussed.” you mumble under your breath but coriolanus heard. your pa was going to say something but coriolanus began speaking. “we will be married after your academy graduation, i will start attending university monday. we will all come together for dinner on saturday and sunday nights.” he sounded rather confident in this arrangement, of course. he would be benefiting greatly from this arrangement. “wonderful.” you try to hide your sarcasm.

coriolanus could not help but notice how beautiful you were, that picture gaul showed him failed to capture your true beauty. he didn’t remember you being so attractive, well. if he was being honest with himself he didn’t really notice you before this. he noticed how your curves were accentuated in the dress that you were wearing. it hugged every inch of you so well. “shall we have tea?” ma plinth broke him from his thoughts. “yeah sounds nice.” he nodded.

the four of you settled into the dinning room to take tea and cookies. “wedding colors- i was thinking navy and gold?” ma smiles and hands you cups and plates to set the table. “or the groom and bride could choose? it’s their wedding dear.” your pa chuckled, he made himself comfortable in his chair at the head of the table. “it doesn’t matter to me.” you mumble and set your fathers cup and plate in front of him, he smiles. your pa motions for you to set up coriolanus’s plate and tea cup, you looked at his with your best “seriously” face but you didn’t want to upset him so you just did what he expected.

it seemed like coriolanus mirrored your father because when you set up his cup and plate he gave you a nod of satisfaction, so do all men just expect submission and loyalty?? “thank you y/n.” well at least coriolanus said thank you. in truth you didn’t mind setting the table or doing little tasks for people you love but you didn’t love coriolanus, you didn’t even really know him. you finished setting up and you went back to ma in the kitchen to get the pastries.

you placed a sweet bread on your pa’s plate and a savory meat pastry on your ma’s plate, she only ate them because they were sejanus’s favorite. “do-do you like sweet or savory? you only need to tell me once.. i’ll remember it for next time.” you stood in front of him with a plate full of delicious breads. “sweet.” he smiled, you placed a sweet bread on his plate. you also placed two chocolate chip cookies on his plate. “thank you.” coriolanus thought you were like a trained maid… better than a maid. you looked like a natural in the kitchen, a natural nurturer. some women are just meant for that purpose, he hopes you know that it’s yours. “no problem.” you hum.

coriolanus thought you’d be a good mother and he’s sure you’d make a dutiful first lady, maybe you weren’t aware of his plans for you but you would be aware of them soon. everyone now sat down sipping tea and eating, there was soon light conversation between coriolanus and your pa. they talked about the business and about where coriolanus would stay, your pa had purchased two renovated penthouse apartments located in the corso, one was for the snows and the other for you three of course.

“when do we move in?” you asked as you munched on a cookie, your father smiled at you. “in two days.. i want to help coriolanus and his family get settled in first.” your father was awfully generous for doing this for coriolanus and his family. “start thinking about colors and flowers, for the wedding.” your ma smiled and you turned to look at coriolanus, he looked like he was itching to say something, to voice an opinion. “what about roses? i have an affinity for them.” coriolanus’s deep blue eyes glanced at you and then at your ma and then back at you like he was waiting for a response. “sounds great! roses. see y/n, how easy it is.” your ma chuckles. “will you keep tradition and wear white? you’d look lovely. wouldn’t she?” coriolanus’s compliment felt genuine, ma and pa nodded in agreement both mumbling “uh huh” or “yeah.”’

it seemed like all of them were for a white dress, you didn’t want to be the barer of bad news and say you wanted to wear a lavender silk dress to your wedding so you just bite your tongue and agreed, who cares what you’d wear for the ceremony.. you would wear whatever you want for the reception. “well white seems like the best option, can’t go wrong with tradition.” you shrug and drink your tea.

“i do hope my hair grows back before the wedding, i don’t want my old classmates to see the ol’ peacekeeper cut.” coriolanus put his hands on his head and pa laughed, not even that haircut could take away from his good looks. you didn’t even want to say it out loud but you just couldn’t help it, it was like the metaphorical angel on your shoulder wanted you to say something nice about coriolanus, he was your future husband and you’d be stuck with him forever. “well regardless you look.. handsome.” you felt your face heat up with embarrassment when your ma giggled and let out an “aww”. coriolanus looked quite flustered when the teacup was away from his face. “kind of you to say. thank you” his eyes softened. “i only state the obvious.“ you nod.

coriolanus hated to admit it but he was relieved when you said that, that you find him handsome.. even with his beautiful locks gone. he wasn’t insecure but he was self conscious… which some would argue that it was the same thing but not to him. “this is what i like to see, bonding.” strabo felt like giving himself a pat on the back, maybe this marriage would prove to be a success. he knew it’d be a while before any true feelings were expressed but he hoped that you and coriolanus would learn to love each other, he wanted you two to grow in love.

coriolanus didn’t want to love. not after lucy gray not after what she did to him, he didn’t think love would be a problem in this arrangement but when you looked so sweet drinking your tea and eating your cookies. NO! no. fuck! he’s not doing this again!!

★

a couple of hours have past and your father and coriolanus are out on the town running errands, they had to get coriolanus a new wardrobe and some supplies for university. you and ma are in the living room doing some embroidery, it may be old fashioned but you loved it because it brought you comfort of some kind you didn’t know exactly why. “this might be a little weird of me to ask but-” ma thinks for seconds. does she really want to know? “we have no secrets, what do you want to know?” your eyes never leave your embroidery, you care far to much about how it’ll look when it’s finished.

“you do know that when a man and a woman love each other very much..” ma was going to keep going with her little birds and the bees speech but you learned about this in school. “ma! i know. i am not a little girl anymore” you cringe because the last thing anyone wants is to talk about that with their parents. it was an embarrassing situation but you know why she asked. strabo shielded you from anything that wasn’t pg 13 but he couldn’t shield you from the way the girls in your class gossiped about it. “i only ask because you’ll be a married women soon and i don’t want you to be afraid of the wedding night.” your ma chuckles, did she expect you to… with coriolanus.

you didn’t even think of that, not really. did coriolanus also expect that to happen after the wedding? you hardly knew what he was like so god knows how’d he’d treat you behind closed doors.

★

coriolanus was loving all the attention he was receiving from your pa, your pa let him pick out an entire new wardrobe. coriolanus got like a dozen new pairs of shoes and your pa only encouraged him to get more, he can’t have his heir looking out of fashion can he? after everything was tried on and purchased they next went to pick up his cousin and grandmother because he hasn’t seen them since he got back, too busy eating out of strabo plinths hands. he felt like a savior when he rescued his cousin and grandmother from the shoebox they were renting, they were extremely happy to see him.

when he told them of the arrangement his cousin was confused and whispered her concerns to him but he waved them off. he assured her that you, y/n plinth were a kind girl who will do good on the snow name, but that’s not what she was worried about. she wondered about the girl who got him in this predicament in the first place, lucy gray. “mr. plinth has bought us a place back in the corso.” when coriolanus said that his grandmother almost had a heart attack, his grandmother didn’t want charity from district scum but she held her tongue. “marvelous!” his grandmother kissed him on the cheeks. “you’ll meet my intended soon but mr. plinth wants us all settled and everything handled properly before we get the families together, gather your things.” coriolanus truly felt like the man when his cousin and grandmother had did what he asked with hesitation.

their was a large car parked outside to move all their things to the new place, albeit they didn’t have much but it still presented itself useful. strabo instructed his personal driver to drive coriolanus and his family to the penthouse, along with all their stuff.

as soon as coriolanus and his family were alone in the fancy car they all hugged and his cousin and grandmother sang his praises. “snow lands on top!” his cousin cried embracing him. “snow lands on top!” he repeated. it was a touching moment.

sorry it took long :,) thanks for the motivation kissessss 💋

president! coriolanus x wife! reader

you sat across from coriolanus playing a game of chess to pass the time, today was your sons birthday so you were waiting until he wakes up. “good one.” he says, you just took out one of his knights. “did you make sure the kitchen staff made the muffins? caius wanted banana muffins.” you watched him eye up the board considering his next move. “yes. he got everything he wrote down.” coriolanus doesn’t bother looking up at you. “okay great.” you nod.

“what was she like?” you clear your throat. “who?.” he said plainly still looking at the chessboard. you wanted him to give you his full attention just for a moment. “l-lucy gray.” you struggled to find the courage, but you wanted to know, you needed to.

his face twisted into one of confusion he knew that you knew of her, you were a freshmen at the academy when he was her mentor. why ask after all this time? “you've never asked about her, not once” he took his eyes off the chessboard and looked at you, trying to read your expression. “i thought if i didn't talk about her, she'd just fade away for you.” you grabbed your cup of coffee. “when i realized that wasn't going to happen, i refused to ask out of spite and eventually it became clear that my spite didn't mean anything to you. as far as i could tell, you actually enjoyed it.” you chuckled dryly, he blinked.

“so why now?” he felt his throat go dry. “what harm could lucy grey’s ghost do to either of us that we haven't done to each other a hundred times over?” you’ve been through so much as a married couple, so truly how could she hurt you? coriolanus looked at you with pity, and with anger. “i can't even remember what she looked like. i only know she was the one thing i ever wanted... the whole of panem couldn't fill the hole she left behind.” his voice honest and genuine. a part of you wanted to get up and strangle him. “i felt something for you once, you know.” you admitted and you made another move knocking down his bishop. “i know.” he sighed.

“even after we lost our first boy. for a while, actually. was it ever possible for us? was there ever a time, ever a moment?” you looked into his icy blue eyes searching for a hint of affection or anything besides his usual coldness. coriolanus’s expression becomes pained at your question, a mix of anger and regret flitting across his face. “no-” he snaps, his tone filled with bitterness. “it was never possible, not truly.” you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. you drank your coffee and picked up a coffee cake. “because we were too different, too incompatible. you were young and bright eyed. i was bitter and cynical. we were doomed from the start. does that make you feel better or worse" his voice was quieter now, almost haunted by the very thought. you didn’t feel anything but hate and love, love for your children and pure hatred for him.

“it doesn't make me feel anything.” you shrugged knocking down his king, you took another sip of your coffee before you stood up and left the room.

poor y/n it’s not said in this oneshot but she gave him 5 kids just for his bitch ass to still be thinking of lucy gray 😭😭👎 inspired by cersei lannister and robert baratheon (game of thrones)

tom blyth x younger actress! reader cw: tom kinda being an asshole, age gap but it’s nothing huge

ever since you started working in hollywood you were pushed into roles that weren’t roles you’d necessarily want to play. you’ve been the sexy girl next door, the dumb babysitter, slutty camp councilor and the manic pixie dream girl. you didn’t really have much of choice because you were so new to the industry and on the path to becoming a household name, you didn’t want to be black listed for being too “difficult” or “hard to work with”. it gets boring playing basically the same characters in different “fonts”

so when your agent handed you a script for an action movie that takes place during the old west you practically were jumping for joy. the character you were auditioning for was named daisy “the black dahlia” she’s the leader of a gang of sharpshooters and she seemed well-written and like a serious character not just the eye candy. you put your heart and soul into the audition, this could be your chance to prove to everybody that you could do serious roles. about a week later you got a callback and your agent told you that it was between you and his other client, jenna ortega. if you could nail this chemistry test, you were sure this role would be yours.

four weeks later you were brought in to do a chemistry test with the main male protagonist, you walked into the room and spotted the guy you were going to be screen testing with. you walked up to him and introduced yourself. “y/n l/n.” you stuck your hand out for him to shake. “tom.” he smiled and shook your hand. after some small talk it was time for you two to get down to business. the casting directors loved the chemistry between you two and as soon as they yelled cut, you were sure you booked it.

and the rest is history! the movie was a smashing success and was rated 100% fresh on rotten tomatoes. it wasn’t long after filming wrapped that you and tom started seeing each other, he was handsome and funny and he seemed to really like you and he didn’t treat you like some stupid naive 20 year old. well paradise couldn’t last forever unfortunately, you were a year into the relationship with tom and things were starting to change

he didn’t like you taking out of state movie opportunities, he make snide comments about your outfits or friends, he’d expect you to drop whatever you were doing to follow him wherever he was filming. you were trying to communicate with him that you didn’t like the change of things in the relationship but it seemed like he wasn’t even listening. “what are you even talking about?” he’d laugh and kiss the top of your head dismissing you.

it was almost belittling the way he’d always kiss you on the top of your head as a means to shut you up. the straw that broke the camel’s back was when you two were at his friends dinner party and you tried to join the conversation. “well me and josh are thinking of getting rid of the wine cellar, not practical once we have kids.” quinn groans. “it really is a lovely space though quinn, why don’t you just lock it up? who said parents can’t have a glass every now and then.” you smiled and quinn and her husband laughed, the rest of the table joined in including tom.

“oh dear! you’ll understand when you’re older.” quinn chuckles and glances over at tom giving him a “this is your girlfriend” look. “maybe she joined the grown- up table a bit too early.” tom joked and the table exploded into laughter. you excused yourself and walked towards the restroom so you could calm yourself down before you start ww3 in front of his friends. “tom you hurt your zygote’s feelings! shame on you.” you heard one of his friends say. “shut up!” you heard tom laugh. you kept walking towards the restroom and stepped in, you looked at your reflection in the mirror and just stared at yourself.

tom blyth x actress! reader

age gap, power imbalance? dark tom au? DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! pt2 of “if i'm so special, why am i secret?”

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all tom could do was internally yell at himself what the fuck did he get himself into? more curses fell from his lips as he tried to get the door to open by wiggling the doorknob but to no avail. you were getting clothes together so you could stay with a friend for a while, you needed to stand your ground.

“c-can we just talk about this?” he said in defeat you could hear his tone switch from mad to almost borderline melancholic. “she’s just a coworker, a friend. please just come out.” he sighed. “we were coworkers once… friends.” you go closer to the closed door so he could hear you. “that was different, ok. and you know that.” he sighed.

you heard him walk away from the door and go back to the living room so you grabbed your bag and opened the door, you hoped he didn’t bother to stop you from leaving. you walked into the living room and you saw him sitting there on the couch, waiting. “are you done acting like a kid. do you want to talk like adults?” his tone wasn’t mean or harsh it was condescending like you were an employee and he was the boss, like student and he the teacher.

but you we weren’t acting like a kid. you just wanted answers, this started because you just wanted to know why he was acting so different- you just don’t want to be a fucking secret anymore. you kept him like some holy oath and he kept you hidden like a dirty secret. “i-i need space tom, im going to a friends.” you sighed and made your towards the front door. “louis? yeah i bet he was praying for us to get into a fight.” he got off the couch. “no, no. he’s not even in new york right now!” you groaned.

“cmon y/n. let’s just go to bed and in the morning we can talk.” he positioned himself in front of you, blocking the way to the door. he tried to grab your hands but you dodged his touch. “we need time away from each other-“ you stood your ground and walked in front of him and you gripped the doorknob.

“fine, leave! like father like daughter right?” he chuckled dryly, it was like venom slipped out of his mouth, you stopped dead in your tracks and your bag fell out of your hands. it was like he knocked the confidence out of you. you two locked eyes and yours began to glisten with tears. “i am nothing like my father!” you retorted. tom huffed but he didn’t show any emotion. “you have no right to use that against me!” you wiped the tears and walked up to tom, you poked him with your finger on his chest.

all he did was shake his head and look at you like he was disappointed the kind of look you remembered seeing frequently in your childhood (y/n run!). in your head you reminisced about all the times you were scolded by your father, all the times he looked at you with such disapproval that it made you cry. tom wiped your tears with his thumbs and he stroked your tear ridden cheeks, you gulped. “FUCK YOU.” you shout so loud that the neighbors heard you, his face was still stern and cold. “you are such a fucking child!” tom growled, his fingers ran through his hair.

“if i am such a child.. why did you sleep with me, huh? why’d you kiss me that night.” you sniffled and you balled up your hands into fists. “i- i shouldn’t have kissed you back.. i shouldn’t have slept with you. it was clearly a big mistake” tom sighs. you slap him so hard that a red handprint is visible. he chuckled and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, you shut him up by kissing him.

the kiss was passionate and more intense. his hands traveled up and down your body. you two backed into a corner and he removed his shirt and you pulled off yours. “is this a mistake to??” you mocked him as he peppered your neck with kisses. “shut up.” he said between kisses. a sudden pang of disgust washed over you, you shoved him off you. “what’s wrong?” toms eyes filled with worry. “this, tom this. i seriously can’t do this anymore-“ you sigh and more tears fall from your e/c eyes. “you don’t mean that.” he said matter-of-factly. he caressed your face.

“i’m not going to be your dirty little secret, are you ashamed of us?” you scoffed. “i’m not ashamed of us… y/n, you know that.” tom shook his head in denial. “it’s not even just about the fact you don’t claim me publicly- it’s the fact you seem to not mind it… it’s like you’re having your cake and eating it too.” a faint hint of sarcasm left your lips. “there’s nobody else.. if that’s what you’re implying. if we come out as a couple now do you know what people will think-“ you cut him off again “who cares what they think?.” what would they think? you thought.

sure maybe people would make tiktoks about how “big” the age gap was but they’d probably just talk about it for a day and then move on when the next tiktok goes viral. why would it be such a big deal though? you were a grown woman and he was a grown man, you two weren’t doing anything illegal.

“y/n.. don’t be dumb. you’ll know what they would say..” he sounded irritated and he groaned when he saw you frown again, he didn’t want to make you sad but he had to be realistic. “why does anybody’s opinion matter? i love you tom. i love you with every inch of my body.” you wanted to shout it from the rooftops because you didn’t fucking care if people would disapprove, tears were flowing down and tom pulled you into his arms. “hey, shh. it’s okay, i love you y/n, i always will.” he kissed the top of your head.

3 days later

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi: tom blyth and y/n l/n out and about in nyc our sources say the two have been together for a while now. our source also says that she was the pursuer she is 19 and he is 30. 👀

y/nismyqueen: they’ve been friends since the filming of the finale of billy the kid.

tvshowgirl: ok this is weird.

thg_justkatniss12: give it two months and she’ll be knocked up

lanadelgay: this is so lo-lita core

thatannoyingfangirl: never understood the hype around her she’s mid.

l/nandblythupdate: will support both of them always

tomblythupdates: they are just close friends 👎

snowlandontop: me and y/n are the same age 😩 you’re telling me i had a chance..

222_angelface: we cannot normalize this 🚨🚨

thatszafangirl: cmon you know you like…

tomblythupdate: they aren’t even together

tom blyth x actress! reader

age gap, power imbalance? dark tom au? DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! DNI IF YOU GON COMPLAIN 🙄

you met tom during the filming of billy the kids final season, you played a young women billy would hook up with, he was 29 when you met and you were 18 and new on the hollywood scene…. and he knew that. “i’m y/n l/n.” you smiled and he smiled back. “tom.”

a year had passed since that day and you two grew closer after months of gossiping, hanging out, and, having sleepless nights together. tom became your closest companion and you even had a toothbrush at his apartment in nyc, you even cuddled up with him during a cold night but it remained platonic. you’d even spent your nineteenth birthday with him, you guys stayed in and ordered some pizza and wings.

“happy birthday luv.” he took the cake out of his refrigerator and he set it on the kitchen counter. you smiled and ran to look at the cake, you hugged him tightly and he kissed your forehead. “thank you! i love it.” you looked up at him and without thinking you kissed him…. you pulled away and put a hand to your lips. “im sorry..” you sounded so ashamed and embarrassed. “hey, hey. don’t be-“ toms hand touched your cheek and he caressed it. he then pulled you closer to him and kissed you passionately.

he kissed you like he was a starving man his lips soon made their way down to the side of your neck, soft mumbles left your plump lips. “does this.. mean you like me to?” you giggled as his nose tickled your neck. “yes, i like you.” he brought his lips back up to yours, it felt like the dream that replayed in your head every night. the late night session was moved to his room and after a few minutes you found yourself without your top on. he was hovering over you and he was about to take it to the next level until he suddenly felt a wave of realization, this was flagrant.

you groaned when he stopped. “why did you stop?” you touched his bare chest and he stopped looking directly at you. “are you a-” he sat up on the bed and he face palmed, no going back to being just friends after this. “yes. but i promise i won’t disappoint you- god! I swear.” you rested your head on his shoulder. “you could never disappoint me. the first time is supposed to be special, i don’t want you to look back on this and regret it.” he looked into your soul with those deep blue eyes. “i won’t regret it! you don’t know how badly i want this…” you pleaded with him. “do you want me to beg.” you whispered into his ear seductively. he knew he shouldn’t

but he did anyway, he never was gods strongest soldier and besides you were a consenting grown woman and he was a consenting grown man, he shouldn’t feel ashamed, right? you found yourself on your knees on the hardwood floor of his room, you pulled down his sweatpants and looked up at him ever so innocently. “you don’t have to, my bunny..” he stroked your hair. “i want to-“ you smiled.

the next morning you woke up in tom’s arms and you smiled so hard, how lucky you were to be in his arms and to have spent last night with him. you doubt any guy your age could’ve done what he did to you last night. “morning.” he smile while yawning. “good morning.. do you want me to make you something to eat?” you played with his hair. he grinned but shook his head and just kissed you.

once the blissful weekend ended you two came back to reality, you never thought you’d be desperate enough to ask a man “what are we” but here you are doing just that. “what are we? are we together.. was i just a fuck to you?” you felt tears rolling down your cheeks, tom wiped your tears with his thumb and you sniffled. “no you know you aren’t. i want to be with you but people aren’t going to approve of us.. they’ll make us up to be something we aren’t.” he kissed the top of your head, he knew the public would never approve of the eleven year age gap between you two.

“we- we don’t have tell anyone.” you shrugged but you’d soon learn to regret saying that. “when the times right.. i can tell the world you’re mine.” tom kissed you and smiled. the first three months were fun sneaking around and lying to everybody even your friends and family about you and tom. after a while you grew bored of the whole situation. you wanted to come clean and tell the world of your love.

you brought it up but tom dismissed it, he’d been distant and distracted for weeks now and you didn’t want to believe that he would cheat on you but you had been watching his interviews with his female costar and it made your blood boil. “how do you like the pasta? it’s a new recipe.” you took a bite of your food and he smiles. “i-it’s delicious y/n.” he began eating and silence filled the room again, his tone was different he sounded like he was hiding something.

“are you fucking her behind my back?” you slammed your fist on the table, his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. how dare you accuse him of infidelity. “what the fuck are you talking about.” tom stood up and he to slammed his hands on the table. “that bitch you filmed that war movie with… i see how you looked at each other in that teenvouge interview… are you fucking her?” you stood up. “no y/n what the fuck is up with you?” tom tried to soften his voice and walk towards you to give you a hug but you pushed him off. “be honest- is it because she’s your age?” you fought back tears.

“y/n, please.” he sighed but you kept spewing accusation after accusation. “fuck! fine maybe it’s nice to talk to someone who can legally drink.” he huffed and he ran his fingers through his brown hair. “go fuck yourself- i’m going to louis’s.” you walked out of the dinning room and tom soon follows suit. “louis? don’t start with me.” he yells as you grab your purse and put on your coat. “im going to his house to record myself sitting on his co-“ before you could finish, tom put his hand over your mouth. “shut your fucking mouth.” he says trying to contain himself.

once he removed the hand off of your mouth you chuckled. “don’t you like my mouth wide open?” you watched as his lip quivered and he bawled his fists, he was trying not to get wired up. “you’re acting like a child.. a little girl who’s desperate for attention.” he yelled and your eyes furrowed. “yeah? maybe because i am? before you fuck a nineteen year old remember to account for teenage hormones!” you walked to your shared room and slammed the door.

his fist banged on the wooden door, he was in hysterics. “DON’T PLAY THAT VICTIM SHIT Y/N!! you’re an adult and so am i! you begged me to fuck you that night remember?” he slide down the wall and began to let out his frustrations. “fuck my life.”

what has he gotten himself into?

a/n thanks for reading muahhhh okay so do we all agree y/n is trippin and crazy ?