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starryevermore · 10 months ago

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the house of snow (12) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his.

chapter summary: you can’t believe that this is truly a good thing.

word count: 2,822

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, a hint of fluff, a hint of angst, pet name (petal), not proofread

note: ok the smut isn’t the greatest bc i’ve been out of commission for a while but hopefully it gets better as the series progresses

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

You tried to time your breathing with each tick of the grandfather clock in a desperate plea to not have a meltdown on your wedding night. Your new lady’s maid had just left you after helping you remove your gown. Now, you were left waiting, wearing only a silky red robe, for Coryo to arrive. You fought the urge to bite down on your fingernails. Why had your mother said anything about what your wedding night would be like? With the way your nerves were grating on you, you almost wished you were going into this with blissful ignorance.

You crossed the room and stood in front of the large window that overlooked the grounds. Breathing in time to the ticks wasn’t doing you any good, so perhaps occupying your mind with the outside world would help. But as you looked over the rose gardens and the stables and the distant pond, your mind kept trailing back to where you were, what you were wearing, and what was going to happen.

A pair of cold hands settled on your waist. You yelped, jerking away. When you turned, ready to strike, your husband stood before you. Husband. What a strange thing to call Coryo now. You had known this day was coming, but now that it was here…It felt different. Not like you would have expected.

Coryo raised his hands and took a step back. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, petal,” he said.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” you said, adjusting your robe to cover you more. It mattered little, of course, but it brought you some comfort.

“My apologies,” he said. He sounded sincere enough. Could he be sincere? If you could believe your father, that Coriolanus had asked for your hand three times before he was told yes on the fourth, maybe he could. Unless it was all an elaborate ruse, some way for him to lord this final victory over your head. The one time he could truly win.

“It’s alright.” It wasn’t. It was. How could one man—how could Coryo—scramble your thoughts like this?

Satisfied that you weren’t upset with him, he took a step toward you again. You fought the urge to back yourself against the window, pray that it might fall out and take you with it. He raised his hand, caressing your face. You allowed yourself to lean into it. Your eyes fluttered shut as he stroked his thumb over the swell of your cheek.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You fought to keep your mouth from falling open. Love? Did he truly? You weren’t sure how much you believed it. When you were still in school, you once told Sejanus you were sure Snow had a heart of ice. The idea that he could love anyone…It felt laughable.

“I love you, my beautiful wife,” he repeated.

Were you supposed to say it back? It would have aided your act, to be sure. But you were half-certain that if you said those three words with even an ounce of insincerity, he would know. He would know, and you would be left dealing with whatever horrible aftermath he would deal you.

His lips pressed against your forehead. “I just wanted you to know.”

Maybe you should’ve said it back, if only to lessen the blow. Because Coryo looked stricken as you said, “Please…don’t hurt me.”

He pulled away, his hands falling your shoulders. If it was to brace himself, or to keep you from crumbling, you weren’t sure. “What? Why would you think I—?”

“My mama said that this…hurts. That it can hurt. That women seldom feel pleasure from it.”

Rage flickered in his pale blue eyes. “And she thought I would hurt you?”

“I…She just wanted me to be prepared for what might happen.”

“Petal, for as long as I’m alive, I would never let you be hurt, not by my hand or anyone else’s. I don’t ever want you to think otherwise. Am I understood?”

Words failed you, so you offered him a nod.

“If you are ever uncomfortable, if I ever cause you even the slightest bit of pain, you tell me. And if you even want to wait until you are ready, that is fine with me. Okay?”

Again, you nodded. This time, though, it wasn’t enough.

“I want your words, petal.”

“I understand.”

You lifted your hands, letting them settle on Coryo’s broad chest. For the first time, you realized that he was dressed down, too. Instead of his usual red attire, he was wearing a loose, white linen shirt and trousers. The shirt was thin, so you could feel the muscles of his chest. It was hard to believe the scrawny boy you once knew at the Academy had become…this.

“…And I would like to…do this.”

The corners of Coryo’s mouth tugged into a smile. If he minded your awkwardness, he gave no indication. His hands fell back to your waist and he tugged you against him. His trousers were as thin as his shirt. You squeaked as you felt him against your thigh. “Oh, petal,” he sighed, “I am going to make sure you enjoy this.”

He pulled on the tie holding your robe together, letting it fall open. Coryo glanced up at you, watching for your reaction, as he pushed the silky material off of your shoulders. You found yourself reaching for hand, guiding him to caress your soft curves. His lips captured yours. Coryo kissed you like you were giving him air. Though you were already pressed against him, his arms wrapped around you, as though if he pulled you against him more, you might meld yourself into him, become a part of him like a lung or an arm.

Your hand found itself entangled in his white blond hair. A low growl rumbled in Coryo’s chest. “Don't tease me, petal. Not tonight,” he said against your lips.

That felt more like a challenge than anything. You weren’t sure if this experience would be enjoyable for you, even with Coryo’s promises, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t find your pleasure elsewhere. “Where’s the fun in that?”

When Coryo pulled away, his eyes were noticeably darker. “Oh, you’ll have your fun.”

He led you over to the bed, urging you to lie back. You expected him to climb over you, to lay with you, but instead, he settled between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. What was he doing? Your mother never told you about this. Why was he spreading you apart with his fingers and—

“Oh god,” you cried out as he licked a long stripe along your intimacy.

“Not god. Your Coryo,” he mumbled before pushing his tongue back inside you again.

Your brain turned to mush as he found his rhythm, found out what made you cry his name over and over again. Your hand fell back to his hair, gripping it at the roots, pushing him impossibly closer to you. Fuck. Coryo wasn’t lying when he said you would enjoy this. Could you keep him here like this all night? Forget the rest of the act, the part that necessitated making an heir. With Coryo between your thighs, you could live the rest of your life a happy woman. A pleased woman.

Something deep in your stomach began to tighten as Coryo pushed his fingers inside of you, too, stroking your walls. Your toes curled at the sensation. “Coryo, I feel—”

“Shh. Let go, petal,” he cooed.

It felt like something erupted inside of you. As you let out a guttural scream, your legs shutting around Coryo’s head. What was that? Was this the pleasure that women so seldom get to experience? How could other men rob women of this? You had half a mind to stay in bed for the rest of your life with Coryo if it meant you got to feel like this again and again and again.

Your thighs trembled as you released your hold on your husband. He lifted himself, pressing wet kisses up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts, until he settled on your lips. Your arms wrapped around him, keeping him close to you. It was strange, wanting to be near him. Wasn’t it just a few months ago, a few weeks ago, that you wanted nothing more than to run away from this sort of life? To be anything other than the wife to a King? Oh, what you wish you could tell your (only slightly) younger self. Would she even believe you? Could you even believe it now?

How could so much change?

“You’re perfect,” Coryo whispered against your lips. “So perfect for me.”

He began to sit up, eliciting a whine from you. He gently pushed your hands away before reaching for his pants and undoing the ties. You were captivated as Coryo pushed the thin fabric down his thighs. And what lay between them…Oh, was this why it would be painful? Curious, you reached for it. Coryo guided your hand around him, encouraging you to give a few gentle pumps along his length.

“Be gentle?” you asked as you dropped your hand, letting Coryo drape himself over you again.

“For you, I’ll be anything you want.”

You let out a hiss as he guided himself inside you. God, the stretch. Your brows pinched together, your eyes screwing shut. It was too much. Yet, Coryo was slow, taking his time. It made you keenly aware of the feeling, but you supposed it was better than rushing into it. You shuddered at the thought of how painful that could be.

Coryo pressed a kiss to your lips. “You alright, petal?”

All you could manage was a strangled whine.

He grabbed your face, but didn’t say anything until you opened your eyes. He made sure you kept eye contact with him as he said, “If it’s too much, we can stop. Don’t think you have to do this just because it’s our wedding night. I would rather you want this than feel like you’re being forced.”

A part of you wanted to tell him to stop. But a greater part of you, the part of you that remembered the pure ecstasy you felt just moments before when his head was between your legs, wanted to experience that all over again. (Was that selfish? Maybe. But after this mess of an engagement, maybe you deserved to be selfish.) So you found yourself pulling Coryo down for another kiss, whispering against his lips, “I want you.”

Coryo kissed you as he rocked his hips into you. And, oh, if you thought the stretch was too much, you had no idea what was coming for you. You could feel him—every part of him. The entire world faded away until all that was left was your Coryo. Another whimper escaped your lips. You felt a question on the tip of his tongue. You kissed him harder, hoping that if you distracted him enough, he wouldn’t stop. Because, for as intense as this was, you were chasing that high and you would be damned before you let anyone get in the way of it.

Slowly, though, the pain melted into pleasure. Your moans echoed off the walls, Coryo taking it as a sign to pick up the pace. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his back. You were sure you would be frightened by the sight of the marks, but that didn’t matter now. Nothing else mattered right now.

You let out a strangled cry when Coryo hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside you. Stars dotted the corners of your vision. You almost convinced yourself it was a lie that women couldn’t feel pleasure from this. Or was this just because it was with Coryo? Coryo, who seemed to so genuinely love you? Was this why some women called it making love? The idea made bile rise in your throat. Could you love Coryo?

You screamed as the pleasure overtook you. All of the other thoughts washed away. All that was left was you, and Coryo, and this oddly perfect moment. You were so wrapped up in the new sensation that you didn’t notice your husband pulling away until he was nearly gone. He paused as your hand gripped his wrist, urging him to stay. Why would he leave?

“I’ll be right back, petal. I need to get something to clean you up. You made quite the mess,” he said, teasing lilt rising at the end of his sentence.

You weren’t sure how long he was gone, but it was long enough for you to regain feeling in your legs. At least, enough feeling that you were able to push yourself up into a seated position. You tucked your legs against your chest and stared at the mess. Your mother hadn’t told you that this would be bloody. How could you not notice that? Were you that blinded by pleasure that you ignored your pain? You hadn’t realized that Coryo had that sort of effect on you. What happened to the girl all those months ago that would have spat in his face for touching her? Where had she gone? So much had changed in such a short amount of time.

The bile began to rise again. How could you have let yourself fall under his spell? You once laughed with Sejanus about how all the students at the Academy fell over themselves for a moment with the charming Coriolanus Snow. What had he done to you for you to ignore the beast inside?

A cold hand on your knee made you jerk. When you lifted your head, you saw Coriolanus standing at the edge of the bed. He pushed your legs apart and dragged a wet cloth you hadn’t realized he brought between them. You flinched. It was too rough. He was too rough. Or was this all in your head?

Coriolanus must have seen something on your face. “Are you alright?”

You pushed his hand away and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. You glanced around the room, searching for your robe. The room felt like it was spinning. Where was the damned robe? Stumbling over to the window, you finally found it. You were too exposed. After plucking it from the floor, you wrapped it around yourself as tight as you could manage and tied the string into a knot.

“What are you doing, petal?” Coriolanus asked. You heard him walk close to you, but you propelled yourself toward the door on the other of the room. The one that connected the King’s chambers to the Queen’s. “Come to bed. Please. Talk to me.”

“I’m going to bed,” you managed as you reached the door.

“Then why are you running?”

You pushed the door open. “I don’t wish to sleep with you.”

He followed after you. His long legs brought him to you in a few short strides. Coriolanus captured your wrist in one hand, urging you to stop. “Did I do something wrong? Petal, if I did, it wasn’t intentional.”

“I wish to be alone.”

You couldn’t look at him. You were scared to see his beautiful blue eyes dotted with sadness as he asked, “Did I hurt you?”

You wrenched your hand away. “I’ve done my duty for the night. Now, I would like to rest. Alone.”

Perhaps it was cruel to say such a thing. Perhaps Coriolanus didn’t even deserve it. But hurting him was easy. Striking him where it hurt was easy. Coriolanus Snow might genuinely love you, and nothing in your life scared you more.

“…If that is what you wish, I won’t push it. But I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re just a duty to me. You are the petals of the most beautiful rose. You are everything.” Coriolanus looked like he was near tears when you allowed yourself a glance at his face. “We leave in the morning for my family’s cottage. I thought you might like to spend our honeymoon away from prying eyes.”

You had already gone this far. “Don’t pretend you do anything for anyone but yourself.”

Coriolanus reeled back as if you slapped him. It might have hurt less if you had. Why were you being as cruel as him? “Everything I do is for you.”

“Then let me go.”

He took a step back. So did you. Two lovers, staring at each other, neither quite sure where they went wrong. Except, you did know this was your fault. But, dammit, he started it. Coriolanus confused your thoughts. You knew him as cruel and calculating for so long…How could you trust that anything he did was truly sincere? How could you believe that a man like him could love a woman like you?

You shut the door.

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xxlady-lunaxx · 9 months ago

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hi, I'm not sure if you accept requests rn, but if you do, can u make a oneshot of sanemi nursing giyuu back to health after a near-death experience? like a demon, or maybe drowning, if not that's totally fine!

hhihi anon<3

Yes, I do accept requests from here bc I get considerably less on tumblr (which is a relief btw-), so I'll do it

I hope I wrote this quickly enough ;x; I think it took a couple of days, sorry

Thoughts of you | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Floof w/ practically non-existent angst

Note: Aaaa there wasn't a lot of the 'nursing back to health' IM SORRY- bc it was mostly giyuu falling in love towards middle-end

×××

Giyuu had worked himself to near-death quite literally. It wasn't on purpose, really! He had just gone... overboard. He'd gotten distracted. Which was unlike himself, unlike a Hashira. But it happened, and there wasn't any going back. He had trained from hour to hour, little to no stop, slept about two hours total in the last three days, and hadn't bothered to get any proper food. He supposed it was some prolonged adrenaline that kept him throughout the days, letting him trudge on. He had gotten another mission, at one point, after these days of totally-taking-care-of-himself, and had gone along tiredly. He had no time to rest, after all.

He had arrived on time, luckily, and had decapitated the demon within the first ten minutes. There was a couple other demons, which took longer to kill because they were hiding. Once finding them, he sapped up the strength he had left and killed them as well. He found, however, that he had used up any energy he'd had left, and tipped over. He wobbled, trying and failing to regain his balance. Then next thing he knew, he was submerged in water, arms aching as he attempted to swim to the surface. He hadn't realized there was an ocean here.

Then he realized there had been some sort of river, maybe. Connecting to a waterfall? It was either considerably deeper than he'd imagined or he was simply too exhausted to get up. He was floating upside down, his eyes shut tight to prevent water from entering them. He felt something sharp grazing his arm and flinched away before realizing it was his katana. He struggled for a moment, trying to sheathe it, but failed. He didn't feel like moving. His body felt like lead and he didn't know if he would ever move again. He felt the breath being drawn out from his lungs, replaced by water. It stung and he coughed, then realized that struggling would only worsen the pain. He stopped, allowing the water to enter his mouth, ignoring the throb in his lungs and the impulse to cough it out.

And suddenly he was flying. Rising? What was happening? His senses had long since faded to a low dull but he felt strong arms wrapping around his torso, lifting him up and out of the water. He felt heavier, the water that had soaked into his clothing weighing him down.

"Damn you, Tomioka..." a distant voice from above him said, annoyance and concern lacing the words.

Giyuu coughed pitifully, the air hitting him like a gust of arctic wind. He was placed down, grass poking at his skin. Hands pressed on his chest, making his cough more, water slowly forcing his way into or out of his lungs. He felt like he couldn't breathe, and didn't make a move to try. He vaguely registered lips against his own, the blissful feeling of air in his lungs again, before blacking out, his senses going dark.

He woke up, eventually. It hurt to breathe and he struggled to draw in a steady breath. His hand stung and he recalled having cut it somehow. His head throbbed like a lightbulb, fading in and out. He sat up slowly, dizzy from the blood that rushed to his head. He blinked. He was laying in a futon, a blanket draped over his body. He lifted his injured hand and found it bandaged. He looked around. He didn't recognize this place. It was unfamiliar to him, and he hated it.

His breath was constricted, though, and if he couldn't breathe well there really wasn't any chance of leaving. He coughed, the unsettling feeling of water still in his lungs making him want to tear them out.

His coughing had brought attention to him and he heard only a minute later he heard a clattering sound of something wooden falling, then footsteps making their way quickly to the room. He went to pretend he was asleep but was a moment too late when, to his shock, Sanemi entered.

He walked to the futon, kneeling down. "You're an idiot, Tomioka, you know that, right?"

Giyuu didn't respond, wondering if this was Sanemi's house then—or if he had simply been put up to the task of helping him.

Sanemi let out a breath. "Fine, be it your way. Does anything hurt particularily badly?"

Giyuu considered this and shook his head. No, nothing did. It stung when he breathed in and his hand and head hurt, but none of them were bad. He'd definitely experienced worse before.

"Good," Sanemi said with a nod. "Now, tell me what you were doing tipping over into the water on your mission."

"I'm sorry," Giyuu mumbled. He didn't know why he had let down his guard, let himself fall. He honestly didn't.

"You better be. Also, I had Kocho run some tests on you too. Turns out you haven't eaten or drunk enough water in the past few days or so, also you've had not even close to enough sleep, and according to your crow you haven't stopped training to do much in the first place," Sanemi said, an exasperated sigh leaving his body. "You're an idiot, Tomioka. Take better care of yourself."

Giyuu hesitated. "She can see that much from a test?"

Sanemi lifted a shoulder. "It was also just eyeing you. Those eyebags were enough indication in terms of sleep."

"Oh."

Sanemi nodded.

"I feel better now, I can go home," Giyuu said, starting to stand.

Sanemi pushed him back down. "No. You're staying here and sleeping until you get better. I don't want to see you getting up for anything except the bathroom, alright?"

Giyuu frowned. "But-"

"No."

There were no more arguments to be said. Sanemi left to go make some food and Giyuu was on his own again, fuming.

He looked down at himself and realized, for the first time, that he wasn't in his own clothes. Had Sanemi changed him?

He glanced around, not seeing his haori around. A sort of panic rose in him and he scrambled up, wobbling for a second, before making his way to the hall where he'd seen Sanemi go. He scampered through it, looking right and left. Had his haori fallen off or been ripped or?-

Sanemi stopped him, clear annoyance directed towards Giyuu. "What the hell are you doing up? I told you to stay down unless you needed the bathroom!"

Giyuu ignored him. "Where's... my haori?" he asked quietly, urgently.

Sanemi let out a breath. "If that was all, you could've just asked." Then his expression softened as he noticed the panic in Giyuu's voice. "It's fine. I washed it and it's drying now. You were soaked from the river, I wasn't about to leave you in those clothes and let you get sick."

Giyuu relaxed. He trusted that Sanemi wouldn't do anything to his haori—he didn't have any reason to, after all. "...thank you," he mumbled.

Sanemi nodded. "Now, back to bed."

He marched him back to the room, tucking him in.

"I'll bring you your food. So cooperate, okay?"

Giyuu nodded.

Sanemi nodded back, gave him one last look, before closing the door and going back down the hall.

×××

Despite Sanemi's usual arrogance, he was surprisingly tender when caring for Giyuu. There were times he reminded him of Tsutako, his hands gently wrapping bandages back around Giyuu's injured hand, feeding him food when Giyuu lapsed into some sort of fever for a couple days. It was soothing, almost, and Giyuu found great comfort from it. He didn't know that Sanemi was able to be like this but he loved it and hoped that maybe it would last a bit longer.

Though he was considerably kinder to Giyuu, Sanemi still found ways to berate him, getting mad at him when he tried getting up on his own during the fever.

While carrying him to the bathroom, Sanemi would snap at him, saying that he was being stubborn for not letting himself be helped. It was ironic that he reminded Giyuu of Tsutako; they were complete opposites in every way possible. But it was what seperated him from Tsutako, it was what made him his own person. And it was what made Giyuu's heart throb almost yearningly around Sanemi. He didn't understand it, at first. He figured it was just a reminising of his past days as a child—those of which he could barely remember, he might add. And yet as time passed on, he found it wasn't that. He found he had fallen for Sanemi. Somehow.

He thought it would be a fleeting crush. Maybe just happy to be with Sanemi when he was being nicer. But it grew stronger as days passed. Then Giyuu was allowed out, he was released back into the comfort of his own home. Yet he went back to Sanemi the following day, offering him some food as a thank you. They sat together and talked, drank tea and had some mochi. It was wonderful.

He managed to convince himself, at one point, that he was only coming to thank him for it. That it meant nothing. But it became clear, and he couldn't deny it anymore, when he stopped by the following days, found himself around Sanemi constantly, and... And his thoughts seemed to trail to Sanemi no matter what. Oh, look, a dog! Sanemi likes dogs. A cat? Sanemi never cared for cats. There's a snake in that pet shop! Obanai has a snake. Sanemi and Obanai are friends, right? Obanai is one of the few Sanemi actually gets along with. Hmm, maybe some tea would be good. Sanemi seemed to like tea—or at least have it often with ohagi.

No, yeah, no. Giyuu was in love.

Upon Sanemi's threats, Giyuu started taking more mind to himself. He tried to sleep at least a couple hours per day, tried to eat and drink more water, kept track of the time and his own body while training. He felt proud of himself for going through with Sanemi's words—then immediately felt childish for being proud. But he continued at it. Although if he hadn't, he probably would've been forced to by Shinobu or Sanemi in the first place.

Usually, on his missions, Giyuu managed to avoid any injuries worse than a scratch. Except he had gotten distracted this time. His distraction had caught himself off guard and, as he hurried to get back to the present, the demon had managed to slash his leg where the uniform wasn't protecting him. It wasn't a particularily strong demon, so it didn't do much harm, but blood still dampened his clothing. Giyuu killed the demon quickly and then stumbled out of the village he had been in, avoiding people. His calf stung and he winced as he walked.

He realized that the closest house he knew of that he could go to from here wasn't his own or the Butterfly Estate. Rather, it was Sanemi's. Figuring he could persuade Sanemi for, maybe, some bandages, he rushed over, ignoring the pain that stabbed his leg as he ran.

He knocked on the door. Luckily, dawn was approaching, so Sanemi was home. The door opened and Sanemi rolled his eyes upon seeing Giyuu injured. He grabbed Giyuu by the elbow and tugged him inside, closing the door behind him.

"Are you going to keep injuring yourself and running to me for help?" Sanemi asked with slight irritation, searching through his drawers for something.

Giyuu lifted a shoulder. "I didn't come to you the first time."

"Still." Sanemi turned, bandages and some cotton balls in hand. He knelt, having Giyuu sit on a chair, and rolled Giyuu's pant leg up, wiping the blood away then dabbing the cotton balls with something and cleaning the wound. He wrapped the bandages around it, tucked it in, then looked up. "Doesn't hurt bad, does it?"

Giyuu shook his head. "It's fine. The demon wasn't that strong. I just... got distracted."

Sanemi frowned. "So you're off forgetting you're also human and overworking yourself to half-death, then you're getting distracted and getting injured by a weak demon now?" he asked pointedly, a disappointed sigh leaving him.

"...when you put it like that," Giyuu mumbled.

"Why the fuck were you even distracted?" Sanemi asked, resting a hand on Giyuu's knee as he pulled himself up.

Giyuu hesitated. "I was... thinking."

"About?"

"...you?"

Sanemi paused. "What?"

"Sorry, nevermind, nothing," Giyuu said quickly, standing suddenly and nearly knocking Sanemi and the chair over.

"What the fuck do you mean, me?" Sanemi asked, stepping in front of Giyuu and stopping him from moving forward.

"No, I..." Giyuu shook his head. "Nothing."

"...Tomioka," Sanemi said.

Giyuu looked up.

"Tomioka, do you like me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"W...WHAT???" Giyuu asked, startled. He fell back onto the chair in his shock.

"God, why are you shouting now?" Sanemi said with a sigh.

"That was so random..." Giyuu mumbled.

"Yeah, well, you're acting like you like me. So either you clarify that you're not, or I'm going to keep you here until you tell me something worth hearing," Sanemi said, poising his hands on his hips.

Giyuu let out a breath. "I can't clarify something that's not true."

Sanemi cocked his head to the side. "What?"

"You told me to clarify that I didn't like you," Giyuu said quietly.

Sanemi took a moment to understand. "Oh. Oh, so you do?"

Giyuu nodded slowly, looking away. It couldn't hurt to tell him, right? He would probably just act as he had before he had helped him. Angry and annoyed at him.

And yet.

"Hm. That's unexpected," Sanemi admitted.

"Can I go now?" Giyuu asked.

Sanemi thought for a moment. "No."

"But I told you-"

"Yeah, shut up," Sanemi said with a huff. He glanced down at Giyuu's lap the promptly sat down, facing him.

Giyuu flushed and tried pushing Sanemi off for a half second, before his hands fell to his side and he looked up at Sanemi. "What're you...?"

"If you like me, then would you date me?" Sanemi asked curiously, ignoring his question.

Giyuu considered this. "Only if you liked me too."

"Then will you be my boyfriend?" Sanemi inquired, sounding so casual it took Giyuu a moment to understand the question.

"I... Wha- You- I said if you liked me, only," Giyuu stuttered, struggling to comprehend what exactly had happened.

"I do," Sanemi said.

"But... what? How? What?"

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Do you want to be my boyfriend or do you want me to slap you?"

Giyuu grew quiet again. "Fine."

"Fine what? Because if you don't clarify, I'm going to assu-"

"We can date," Giyuu interrupted, averting his eyes. "If you want it too."

Sanemi smiled. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Then, abruptly, he kissed him. It was fleeting, but it felt like an eternity of bliss, somehow, and Giyuu longed for it again when he pulled away.

Sanemi stood, moving back to give Giyuu room. "Alright, now go back home and take care of your leg. Don't keep injuring yourself and being idiotic."

Giyuu opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, unsure. He stood and walked to the door. Sanemi saw him out, watching him leave.

Then, once outside, Giyuu turned back and walked back to the door. "Can you kiss me again?" he asked tentatively.

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. "Want a good-bye kiss?"

Giyuu lifted a shoulder. "Is that bad?"

"Not at all." Sanemi leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Giyuu's lips, moving back a moment later. "Bye, Tomioka."

Giyuu lowered his head in a quick bow. "Thank you."

Sanemi's mouth curved in a smile. "See you later."

"'Later," Giyuu agreed, walking back home.

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those oneshots where you like how it started and hate how it ended

smh I can never write something where I like the whole thing 😭

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2-dsimp · 1 year ago

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can u write something for yandere armin? like what if his darling actually liked him back but then ppl are gossiping about him visiting Annie and still having feelings for her? this hurts darling bc she never forgave Anine and maybe her sibling is dead bc of the female titan so she just kinda stops talking to armin???

@laughing-with-god these were catching cobwebs in my drafts but it’s finally here (^◇^;)

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Cw: Unhinged Armin! Fem! Reader, suicidal mentions, manipulative tendencies, yandere tendencies, obsessive behavior, mutual pinning

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Is she ignoring me?

Armin questioned.

Watching you longingly from afar underneath the bangs of his long blonde hair, he began to overthink about what went wrong between the two of you. The rumors that kept circulating his mind about how you also had feelings for him. Was driving him insane with all the conflicting emotions in his weak heart.

Doesn’t she feel the same way? But if that’s true then why…?

If the rumors are true then why’re you avoiding him? The day before the both of you were in the library leisurely reading books sitting next to each other as if you were connected by the red strings of faith. The atmosphere was so blissful a lovely distraction from the chaos in a world that seems so hopeless.

But now he’s witnessing you ignoring his existence entirely almost as if he didn’t exist in your heart to being in with. And that made him anxious with insecurities running rampant until it turned into twisted delusions.

Has she found another?

No, that can’t be! What do I do? I can’t let her go. I need her. I need her. I need her. I need her—

“Hey did yall hear about what’s happening between Armin and Annie?”

A distant voice snapped him out of his obsessive train of thoughts, and he automatically tuned into the conversation of gossip stemming from a group of scouts.

“Duh everyone knows that those two will hook up eventually, but my heart goes out to that girl who had a crush on him.”

Another voice chimed in with a slight huff of pity going out to you.

“Yeah, hasn’t Armin always had the hots for that Titan girl? I heard that he went to see her last night at the stables”

Armin went rigid at the mere mention that he would choose that abomination you utterly despised over you. Calming himself he couldn’t help but let out a tiny sigh of relief realizing that it was not as bad as he originally thought. Although, he did have an encounter with her, trust me when I say that it was far from that of a friendly front.

Now that he had a clear vision of the situation, he knew exactly what he needed to do to mend the bridge between him and his darling.

Him being all nice to Annie was just a facade to get her guard to the lowest crumbling point. The woman was already running on a half life carrying the guilt of her past warrior self. He pretended to be empathetic towards her, feeding the flames of her innermost desire to end it all by stating that she had suffered long enough by the hands of fate. And that as a former ally he’d assist in making sure she had a nice send off straight to hell.

And eventhough He knew it was wrong of him to enjoy the simpering thought of how jealous you were at the mere inkling idea that he was interested in Annie. He couldn’t help the excitement drumming along in his heart at how that was a sign of your apparent love towards him. A telltale sign of how you wanted him.

He nearly got weak in the knees at the vision of you and him getting together as a loving couple. Especially since he knew that his goal was within reach, all he had to do was set the plan in motion. In few days time you’ll soon see how much he truly loves you, and how much he’d be willing to be your faithful companion.

And what better way to show it, by giving you the chance to get revenge on the traitor you loathed with all your being.

With that in mind Armin quickly headed towards your quarters, his steps becoming upbeat with a small hopeful smile on his face while he daydreamed about you rewarding his efforts with a kiss.

#yandere armin #yandere aot #yandere aot imagines #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot scenarios #armin x reader #armin aot #armin arlert #armin x y/n #armin x you #snk armin #snk x reader #aot imagines #aot scenarios #aot drabble #armin imagine #armin drabble

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sssilverstoned · 1 year ago

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while you can still smell them ꩜ ln4

type: full length fic

word count: 3.9k

title from: i wish you roses by kali uchis

warnings: some fluff, angst, but like it's a happy ending. cursing bc i'm me, italics are memories

lily said: you know me i can never leave well enough alone. i thought this little snapshot of the break that was never really a break would be cute! for context, i'd suggest looking at the ig au linked below! this would be taking place in between part 2 and 3.

part 1

part 2

part 3

masterlist

You've only seen Lando cry on occasions that called for it. When family members died, when racing got too much for his mental, in some awful, awful moments. Maybe that's why it hurts so bad to see him cry now.

"A break feels a lot like you should add 'up' to that statement," he had said, turning away from you, looking out at the stars. You were sat on his balcony, feeling suffocated by the apartment. But the AC was on and working fine, and windows were open. Your emotions were suffocating you, that was more fitting.

"We can't keep on like this, Lan," you say in a broken voice, the lump in your throat thick and threatening. "It's not fair to either of us."

He doesn't realize he's crying until the drop hits his nose, making it quirk up in surprise. He swipes at his face, a pawlike move to get rid of the teardrops.

"Do you not love me anymore?"

His question makes you sob. Full body, head dropping to chest, your hands writing in your lap. The sound of you breaking down turns him back to you, rushing to the chair you've melted into. He lifts your face in his hands, and you take a breath when you see his face, discolored with tears.

"I'll always love you," he makes out of your words, just barely. "I, I just, it's not the same,"

"We can fix this, us. We can work on it together," Lando's brain is whirring at hyper speed, damage controlling the last 8 months of your lives together.

The cracks began to become schisms when he committed your largest pet peeve, which was ignoring things out of ease. Blissful ignorance, if you will.

It was small things, like forgetting about date nights in lieu of longer trainings or prolonging trips. Sometimes he forgot to water the plants, or didn't move laundry over, and that was manageable. That's what every couple encounters. What every couple does not encounter, was the intense pressure of racing a car for a living.

He was frustrated, with Zak, with anything papaya colored, and with his own self-doubts. He carried that frustration in his chest, and it came out in some of the words he spoke to you, and actions he took. You eventually stopped offering to come over and cook, because dinners were becoming continuously tense, and you were uncomfortable. Felt like a nuisance.

But at the same time, you were both so codependent. Without anything being said, you two began to avoid things you assumed the other wouldn't like, and asked for permission to do the smallest of things. You first noticed it when your sister pointed had asked you to come go with her out of town for the weekend, and you hesitated. "I'll have to ask Lando," you had told her. She bit her tongue.

Lando was just as bad, he had quite literally lost the ability to sleep when you weren't around. It made Grand Prix weekends an actual nightmare when you weren't there, calling you at any times in the day or night.

"Are you alright, it's 4am,"

"Sorry, can't sleep again. The melatonin does nothing,"

"Did you try the tea my mum got you?"

"Baby I just," he scrubs a hand down his exhausted face. "I just need you here."

"I can't just get up and go to Australia."

"I'll get you a flight, or maybe we can-"

"Lando," you say in a sterner voice. "I can't."

He's quiet for a moment, and you wonder what's going through his head. You hardly raised your voice or got intense, certainly never at him. But then again, recently, you seemed to never know what was going through his head.

It was silly to think that Lando was the same man that you began dating. You were 19, you would pray that he had changed somehow over the span of 5 years. But there was something missing that once was. The relationship was becoming more of a task, and that wasn't right. Which is what brought you to this moment, brought you to telling him you needed to talk.

"Lan," you whimper, bringing a hand up where his hold your face on either side. You don't even have to say anything more, he knows you better than you know yourself. And he begins to cry harder.

"I've never loved anyone but you, baby."

"I know."

"I can't, I really don't want to live without you," he shakes his head, standing back up to his full height. His hands stay busy, though, ripping through his hair.

"I'm not going to go away," you explain, agonized that you're calmer than he at this point. You stand from the wicker chair, but don't edge closer to him. "But my career is unpredictable right now, 6 months in Marbella is a long time. And you're, well, everywhere. And you need to focus on that."

"I've multitasked for 5 years," he says bitterly, making you sigh. His eyes are back on the stars, and his back to you makes your eyes blurry again.

"I'm not happy." You finally blurt, making his body stiffen. "I'm really not."

When he looks at you again, his expression reads clearly with fatigue, with anguish. "Please, baby, don't,"

It's your turn to clutch his face, bringing his forehead to touch with yours. Through your contact, you feel the heaves of his body, the breaths he's trying to control. "It's not forever," you whisper, mustering courage. "But we need to stop acting like everything's fine."

"I don't see myself without you."

"You're not," your hold tightens, he leans further into your palm, "but we've grown up together. The flower pot's too small now," you try to joke, he barely can fake amusement.

"I'll buy a thousand new pots."

"We need to clean up the broken one, first." His jaw clenches, you soothe it with your thumb. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He says back, almost silently. "Still wear that Mclaren shirt on race days, I need the luck."

You finally crack a smile. "I'll wear the hat too if my hairstyle permits."

He kisses you, almost convincing himself this if is the last fix he can get for a while, he needed it now. Not that either of you know it, but you both have the same thought. You both notice that your cheeks have each other's tears on them now, not sure which ones came from whom. You were on the same page in that regard, at least.

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"You should ask y/n out," your best friend says to Lando in the middle of a party. He chokes on his drink, not expecting her to come up to him like she did, and not expecting the words out her mouth.

You all were freshly 19, still congregating in someone's living room to try to have a good time. He knew your friends better than he knew you, the newest of the group in town, only having moved to the area with your family when you were 16.

"Should I, now?" He says, recovering from his fright.

"Yeah," she replies, ignoring the sarcasm. "She goes on about you, it's cute. She'd hurt me if she knew I told you, though. Not sure what she sees in you," his eyes narrow at the girl, which she ignores once again. "You'd be lucky to have a girl like her in your life."

That much, he knew. You were fiercely loyal to your friends and family, and treated him with a kindness that made him melt every time. You were funny, and genuine, and not to mention, the most beautiful person he's sure he knows.

When he bumps into you later at the party, he asks you what you're doing the following evening.

That was the story he'd tell people with a proud grin when they ask how you two got together. All you recount is how he nearly ruined your cute top with a shitty guinness.

He's struck with the memory when he sees the guinness logo in the ads on the walls of a restaurant. "Mate," Max all but snaps his fingers. Lando locks back in, humming for what he missed.

"Was just curious if you wanted to go out tonight. They've been texting in the chat about it, I saw you never responded."

Clubbing wasn't as fun as it used to be, not when you weren't dancing your heart out beside him, or waiting in bed with your nose in a book when he came home because you weren't feeling like going out. It felt like a waste of his time, and like he was sucking the fun out of other people's nights.

"'M alright," he says with a tight mouthed grin. "Gonna sit this one out."

Max looks at his friend, seeing through his response. "When's the last time you went out?"

If he had to take an educated guess, you last graced his apartment that night on the balcony, 4 weeks ago. So, 4 weeks ago. Perhaps longer, judging by the schisms. "A while. Not up to it."

"You're torturing yourself."

"I'm not interested in getting shitfaced, Max."

Max looks away for a second, quickly weighing the pros and cons of asking what he's been wanting to for the last, well, 4 weeks. "Do you think Y/n is wallowing too?"

The sound of your name makes his fingers twitch inadvertently, almost like a flinch. "That's not fair."

"I'm serious, Lando. You said she needed a break because she felt like you two were co-dependent and not actually working through problems, and look at you. You're not functioning without her. I mean, it's your fucking birthday next week, and you haven't brought it up once, you realize that, right?"

He knows he's right. Nothing he said was out of line, or wrong, and that's why Lando has nothing to say back. He wants to argue, to prove him wrong, but he can't. He's seen your ads and campaigns, the beautiful shots of you promoting luxury brands and names that your fans only dreamed of owning. Despite the distance, he was so proud of you still. You worked hard, were disciplined and humble through your success. He had texted you when the Dior campaign had launched, and the message of your thanks, with a smiley face, made him, for just a second, think that things were back to normal.

When they left the restaurant, and ran directly into fans, Lando tried to put on his best face for them, smiling for selfies and signing what was gestured toward him. When a sweet looking girl with glasses shyly spoke up, telling her favorite driver where she was visiting from, his tired eyes light up. "You're from there?" He confirms, and she smiles with an eager nod.

"Y/n is too," he almost mumbles, but every fan in earshot heard it. The typical squeals followed, the hushed whispers amonst themselves on if they'd push the questions they were itching to ask or not. And heard it they did, as the encounter made its way onto social media and gossip pages. But Max was right, his mourning period needed to be over, if anything was going to change for the better.

You call him on his birthday. It was nerve wracking, which made you bitterly laugh, because never did you think you'd be nervous to talk to Lando Norris of all people. One of the few people in the world you wholeheartedly trusted.

It had only been about a month since you requested time apart, and he had honored that. The texts were sparse, the calls nonexistent. Although, that was sort of what had brought you to this point anyway. But you were working on yourself, and your career at the same time, and things were looking better. Change never happened overnight, but the journal your therapist recommended, and the disappearance from social media besides professional posts were great starts.

You bite at your cuticle as the phone rings. You take your cell away from your ear, chest panging at the contact name "Lan <3" at the top of the screen. Was he really going to screen your call? Is that what you deserved, possibly?

"Y/n," he finally answers, and you quickly bring your phone back to your ear.

"Hi," you say awkwardly. "Happy birthday, Lando."

"Thank you," he says stiffly. "I'm happy to hear from you."

"Yeah I um, haven't really been on my phone here," you bite harder on your finger. "I think it's nice here, you'd love Marbella."

"I'm sure I would," he says with what you can hear is a smile. "I miss you, you know?"

"I miss you too," you concede, "how have you been?"

"Not great, I won't lie. Much rather would hear about you."

"'s not my birthday," and he smiles a bit at that.

"Well, racing's fine. But Max is sick of my shit, says I've been wallowing."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Yeah."

You don't really know what to say, you've rarely been the perpetrator of his negative feelings. No relationship was perfect, but you all hadn't really hit a communication wall until now. It was uncharted, scary territory. "Well, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, that was all. Have a good day, really. 24 is a big one. Kobe year, that's what someone said to me. I hope this year is great for you."

"Y/n, wait," he halts your beginnings to hang up. "I'd like to come to see you soon, I've got some time before Abu Dhabi and maybe I could swing by Spain on the way."

"Lando," he absolutely hates that you're calling him by his whole name. Lan, that's what would you called him almost exclusively. Lando feels so formal from you.

He needs to hear it, you know he does. He needs to hear that you want to see him, that you need to see him just as much as he yearns to put eyes on you once more. But you were constantly afraid of accidental manipulation, holding him by some invisbile garotte. But this was his first birthday you hadn't celebrated together since you were 19, that meant something.

"Please focus on racing," you implore, and squeeze your eyes shut before adding, "but you if you'd like to come and it won't be an issue in your plans, you're more than welcome."

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You saw the posts, it wasn't very hard. Fans utterly disappointed that you and Lando hadn't been seen together in ages, putting pieces together quickly after you didn't post for his birthday. It didn't make you feel worse, to be truthful, and to your surprise. You were sure there'd be a barrage of insults hurled your way, maybe a cheating rumor or two. But really, all there was to see were requiems for your relationship, nostalgia for what once was. What did cause you to delete instagram from your phone, was the response to the podcast.

You were single for the time being, that's what you and Lando had agreed on when he visited you. It wasn't an invitation to go out and find the next man to lay in your bed, but you both had agreed that it wasn't healthy to hold out in anticipation of your rekindling.

"You're the only girl I've, you know," he awkwardly trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. He sits up in bed, linens pooling around his hips. Hooking up with your now ex-boyfriend, might've not been your brightest idea, sure, but you were both human, at the end of the day.

"Fucked?" you tease, remaining comfortable against your plush pillow. "I know. First few times kinda showed that."

He looks back at you pointedly. "You cried the first time."

"It hurt!"

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in fake annoyance. You grin. "I'm sure the girlies are gonna have a field day with you being single now,"

He rolls his eyes again, laying, or rathing slumping, back into the pillow next to you. His arm instinctively comes around the top of your head, you try not to lean into it. "I think I really will finally listen to you and focus on racing."

You turn on your side, admiring his profile as he stares up at the ceiling, probably tangled in his thoughts. His nose sloped perfectly, the little freckles dotting his skin like constellations. Your boy.

"I told my mum."

He snorts. "She hates me now, I'm sure."

"Mm, no, her first ask was what I did," your mom was Lando's biggest fan, through and through. Of course, you were her daughter, but she was convinced he was cosmically made perfectly for you.

He looks at you then, realizing your eyes have been on him the whole time. He copies your position, turning to you so your bodies lay parallel, nowhere to look but each other's eyes.

"Do you regret that I'm the only boyfriend you've ever had?"

You immediately shake your head in denial of the question. "No, not at all," you were lucky, if anything. "You?"

"Well, I've had other girlfriends,"

"Ouch?"

"You knew that," he chuckles, and yeah, you did. "But I don't regret that you're the only one I've been serious about. I still am."

"I know. I am too."

"An ex-boyfriend doesn't lay in bed with you, you know."

"And an ex-girlfriend doesn't still remind your team when your doctor's appointments are,"

"Fair enough, guess we're just weird."

You share a matching grin. "So weird."

So once Alex uploaded the Call Her Daddy episode you were a guest on, and it was official to the masses that you had been single for now almost 4 months, the articles came in. The timelines of you and Lando's relationship, the rumors of him leaving clubs with random girls. You'd be lying if you said you didn't zoom in on some of their faces, relaxing when you recongized most of them as friends or even family members. He wasn't yours to be worried about, you suppose, but you also knew that any girl he decided to share his time with would be a lucky one.

Your friends had tried to get you on dates, that wasn't a lie when you said that on the podcast. But you weren't ever excited to get to know someone new, small talk was painful and you didn't feel comfortable going home with them.

But then, a few weeks later into February, you get a phone call from Lando. "Hi," You answer, pleasently surprised.

"Hey there," he says, sounding slightly out of breath. "How are you?"

"I'm good, great even. Finished up everything down here, leaving Marbella next week to head back home." Home was London to you, not Monaco. You constantly visited, had a family flat there and everything, but couldn't leave officially becuause of your career.

"Congratulations, everything looked stunning," he compliments, and your stomach flutters.

"But um, how are you? I'd ask if you were relaxing, but I'm sure training's well underway."

"Meh, more or less. I'm heading to Surrey next week, actually. Got some stuff to do at HQ."

"Oh," Surrey was only about an hour and a half from where you were in London. "Would you, well, not assuming anything, but if you'd have time to spare, it would be great to catch up?"

This isn't why Lando called you, you fully know this. Who knows what he picked up the phone for, he could be calling to let you know he's eloped with someone he's met in the 6 months you've been apart.

"I'd love to," you hear his grin in his voice. "You haven't moved, have you?"

Not only had you not moved, but you haven't changed much about your flat either. Same bedding, same color schemes, same photos decorating your tables and walls of your friends, family, and Lando. He never took the photos of you down either, and that photo from your 21st birthday was still stuffed in his wallet.

You order takeout, sitting across the kitchen island from each other acting like it didn't feel like your first date again. He acts like he doesn't want to reach out for your hands as you animatedly use them to share stories of Spain, and you act like you don't want to push the curls back that threathen to land over his eyebrows.

The food gets cold as you two catch up, a few glasses of wine becoming a whole bottle gone. You actually can't remember the last time the two of you had done this, and perhaps, absence had truly made your hearts grow fonder.

"Bahrain is on leap day," Lando says, making you gasp.

"That's got to be good luck, no?"

"It's just the first practice,"

"But still, you're starting your first weekend of the year on a special day like that," you muse, "so exciting. I'm excited for you,"

His chest warms at endearment in your voice. You truly and honestly rooted for him through everything, that was one of the things he was most grateful for about you. He knows you don't truly care about all of this, if he won or lost, but that you care about him and his development, how he sees himself and his profession. He fell in love with that about you.

"Would you come?"

You hesitate, daring to look at him from where you had begun to clean the countertop. "To the race? "

He nods, and turn back to the counter. "I don't know, Lan. Is that where we are?"

He hopes so. He's missed you something horrible, prays you missed him just as bad.

Lando takes the cloth from your hand, replacing it with his own. "I know it's only been about 6 months, and that's not enough time to say everything's well and dandy," you fight a smile. "But I want to work through things, with you. I've had nothing but time to consider what was off with us, and I want to be better. For you, more than anything. Yeah, I learned how to be just Lando. But I know I prefer being Lando and Y/n."

You bite your lip, finally meeting his eyes. "I want to take it slow."

"We can do that,"

"So, I don't know if I'm ready for the race. But, my birthday's coming up,"

"It is,"

"And we'll be in Dubai. My sister did it up, got this crazy plan going since it'll be my 25th."

"Quite the old woman you're becoming,"

"Oh get off that," you scoff, pushing his chest. He chuckles and pulls you back into him, where you go willingly. "But, if you can, I'd love for you to come to the dinner."

He raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "You want me to fly to Dubai just for your birthday dinner?"

"You'll be in Saudi Arabia then anyway,"

The smirk gets bigger. "You know my schedule already, love?"

"You're so fucking cheeky, can't stand it," you feign annoyance, but never move from his arms.

He holds you, as your arms delicately find themselves behind his neck, not daring to kiss just yet. To really be honest, you're not sure if you're ready to take that whole plunge.

"I'm happy to be back, even if things are slow. They can be molasses for all I care."

"Thank you for being patient with me," you lean your forehead against his. However, this time, neither of you are crying. Nice, for a change.

"I'd wait decades for you, my love."

After a beat of sweet silence. You speak up once more. "One thing though," he hums to prompt your continuance. "I'm pretty sure, when it's said, it's Y/n and Lando, just so you know."

#is this me projecting? yeah #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader

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subskz · 1 year ago

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trying to find a punishment to discipline jisung when he acts out would be so difficult bc honestly that little masochist likes them too much. edging, overstimulation, bondage, spankings— he enjoys them all, to the point that it’s almost a reward to him sometimes, an incentive to misbehave. so the next time he starts being all bratty and insufferable to you with that familiar glint in his eyes, he’s practically begging for u to show him his place

…so u tie him up, strap him to a fucking machine + put a cockring on him, to make sure he won’t be able to cum despite the never-ending stimulation he has to endure, while u go attend to mundane tasks in another room so that his constant spill of moans falls on deaf ears <3

maybe he was teasingly flirting with other ppl to try make u jealous, and so u tell him before leaving that “this is what u wanted, isn’t it? to be fucked? here. if you’re gonna act like a slut, you should be ready to be treated like one”

it would rly be torture for him :(( his shaking body would tense up with every one of the machine’s unchanging rhythmic thrusts.. poor spoiled baby gets whiplash bc of how different it is from the way you fuck him; you’re usually so receptive to his requests to switch up ur speed or pace or hit one of his sweet spots according to how he wants it at that moment, so the cold, unfeeling piece of tech teasing his hole only makes him want you more </3 he misses being able to hold ur hand while u rail him, and the stimulation he’s subject to is both too much and not enough, continually bringing him up to the brink of his orgasm but failing to tip him over bc of the cockring. his length lying against his abdomen is so hard he’s aching, he’d try grind down on the machine to catch his orgasm but he’d eventually keel over in exhaustion when he realises it’s impossible :(( his volume, which is already shamelessly loud by default, would reach another level if u toyed with him like this, an uninterrupted soundtrack of broken moans filtering through the walls. it goes from blissful, sweet moans at the beginning as he enjoyed the metrical pleasure being given to him, to hiccups and sobs and pleas for more after being left on the edge so many times, slurring out promising that he’s learnt his lesson, just pls come back and look at him </3

u’d leave him like that until his flushed face is glistening with his tear-stains, sweat n drool. boy might even thrash so hard he breaks his ties or the whole machine apart 😭

maybe u even come back at one point and his face lights up like a christmas tree, his begging immediately going silent as ur long-awaited presence pacifies him, and he thinks ur finally surrendering to his pleas. he watches u walk in like u hung the stars in the sky, tear-filled shining doe eyes tracing ur body in awe as u take off ur panties, only to become increasingly confused when you still don’t pay him any mind and say nothing, ignoring his questions as you fasten his ties tighter again. you then put your discarded panties in his mouth to work as a gag and turn up the machine to the highest speed, muffling his cries when you exit the room again, leaving him alone and coming forced orgasms dry, over and over <3 until you decide he’s been through enough and return for real

he doesn’t see you coming in this time because his eyes are screwed so tightly shut and his smothered moans are still loud enough to drown out the sound of your footsteps, his own whimpers ringing in his ears like white noise. he doesn’t even register that you’ve turned off the machine and taken off the cockring until he feels your soft, grounding hands at his sides bringing him back to earth. even though his body is so weak, he’d reach out towards u with grabby hands in an instant. you kiss his tears away affectionately, and, if he’s still got energy left in him, you reward him for getting through his punishment so well with a real orgasm from whatever he’d like. otherwise, you go straight to a warm bubblebath and cleanse him of the sticky mess of fluids covering his skin.

he’s too fucked out to move, limbs like a rag doll’s, so u wash him down with a soapy cloth urself while you whisper praises and he lets out tiny satisfied hums. pretty thing would shyly apologise for being disobedient earlier and ask u to give him kissies to make him feel better ♡ (the anon who said he’d make rubber duckies kiss and say it’s u two after just finishing super rough n intense play before is so right btw)

😭 han 😭 ji 😭 sung 😭

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😭 han 😭 ji 😭 sung 😭!!! my exact reaction while reading this delicious ask you really served us up a 5 star meal w this one

masochistic lil hannie is just so easy to please isn’t he!! it’s as hot as it is frustrating how he’ll take anything you give him so eagerly and even beg for more. i 100% agree he’d enjoy practically any punishment you try to dish out to him way too much, it’s more like positive reinforcement than anything else bc at the end of the day, he gets to feel good and he gets all your focus on him, exactly what your cute little attention whore wants so bad <3

strapping him to a fucking machine and putting a cockring on his dick is soo genius i love it 😽 he gets fucked senseless by a toy instead of you, can’t cum, and on top of that doesn’t even get the satisfaction of you at least watching him fall apart for you…it’s poor jisungie’s nightmare ): what’s the point of acting up if he doesn’t get ur attention out of it! he’d whine so loud when you tell him that if he wants to act like a slut he gets treated like one…the needy pout and big pleading gaze he fixes you with would be so hard to resist when he whimpers out that he wants to be your slut, he wants you to treat him like one, not anyone else or any toy

the visual of his flushed face covered in tears and sweat and saliva w his hair ruffled so cutely and his mouth full w your panties would be to die for ♡_♡ you grab his jaw and give it a lil squeeze so that he opens up obediently, only for you to scold him for being so fucking noisy and stuffing your underwear in his drooling mouth. he would moan so pathetically loud the moment it touches his tongue bc he’s so desperate for you that even the faint taste of you is enough to make him crazy

the grabby hands ㅠㅠ that’s so adorable…as much of a handful as hannie might be he still deserves to be treated so sweetly once all the brattiness has been railed out of his system and he’s back to ur sweet affectionate lil angel ♡

#you really came back w a bang 😭❤️‍🔥 it’s good to see u again!#ask #🌸 anon #💌 hannie

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﴾ i drink your blood and i eat your skin, part four.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x f!reader

genre: vampire au

word count: 5,3k

warnings: little suggestive but other than that none bcs I don’t wanna spoil

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A sigh escaped your parted lips. Tossing and turning in your bed as the cold air in the room seeped under your duvet. You could not sleep. Didn’t even get a small taste of drowsiness. You loved sleeping, it was probably your favorite activity at the end of the day. So why can’t you do it right now?

Every time you closed your eyes, you felt this uneasiness in your bedroom but deciding to keep them opened would be probably worse. Your mind would only play tricks on you and make up something that isn’t even truly there. You would rather pressed your eyes thightly shut, continuing to imagine being everywhere else but your own bedroom at the moment.

Relaxing your arms and legs, exactly how you read in a small article about ‘how to fall asleep quickly”, you felt it slowly working. You sank deeper into your sheets as your eyelids finally became heavy. Your body was bend in many different ways, one arm pressed to the side of your body with the other over your head and legs spread all over your bed. It wasn’t a very comfortable position but feeling yourself fall further into the bliss of your desired sleep, you decided to rather not move.

You thought again about the very reason, you couldn’t sleep at all in these past few days. Maybe you were exaggerating but…really who would get any peaceful sleep after that? You still remembered how the red stained your skin, mixing together with your sweat and warm tears. The adrenaline. The fear. The…excitement…you still remembered his oh, so mesmerizing eyes, his beautiful alabaster skin and plump, luscious lips. And what if there really was a chance that he was also there yesterday night? Would you be even that scared or would you simply let yourself be at his mercy? God, you felt so stupid and ashamed that these were the things you thought about the most. However you genuinely would rather reminisce about what it felt like to be under his gaze than the awful things you would rather truly leave behind and forget. Strange, you would forget about these things but the man who ordered you not to remember him? No…

And of course how could you forget about the way he looked at you? Just by his eyes, the raw emotions in them that you rarely get from someone, much even a total stranger…it finally made you feel some type of way. The way he showed it made you feel warm inside, it didn’t felt uncomfortable but just unfamiliar.

Lust…

Lust it was. Yes, you felt this feeling before but it was never mutual and when it came from a stranger you only felt uncomfortable or you simply ignore it. ‘Maybe it was only his nature.’ He was a creature that lured their victims right to their arms only just by their existence alone but you want to think it’s different with you. Your delusions were stronger than your hold of the reality.

His hands…oh how much you wished they would be touching you right now. His long beautiful fingers tracing patterns into your skin and maybe somewhere else other than your face, which his hands have already touched before. How would his cold skin feel like on yours again? Would you even feel the difference between his skin and beautiful rings? You imagine how the metal would scrape at your skin. How would his full lips feel like? ‘Are they soft?’ The have to be. They would feel so soft and pillowy, like being kissed by a cloud. Your imagination ran wild. ‘God, were you this desperate?’

When you opened your eyes, just a little, you imagined him standing before your bed right now. His tall and slim figure looming over your spread out body. He definitely has some defined muscles under that black shirt he wore, you know it, he looked so strong and it wasn’t just his inhuman side. Now you wished, you would’ve look him up more closely. You have never thought about someone this way before and never in a way that you wouldn’t change a single thing about said person. You loved everything…

But also he was still a monster. He could easily kill you, grab you and do whatever he wanted with your soul and body all together. He could easily lift you up with his strength. Would he be rough with his touch? ‘God yes, please’. You wanted those hands on you, gripping at you so painfully that it would leave marks.

You glance down again, your droopy eyes just falling at the end of your bed with hazy vision. You didn’t even care that it just a fragment of your imagination. You were too lost at the moment, watching as a figure came out from the shadows of your room.

Some of the light from the street lamp shined through your blinds, illuminating your new company. You still could not see the face of the figure but seeing the all too familiar silhouette of the man you were just lusting about, a shaky sigh escaped you.

The man stopped at the end of your bed and you could pick up the small tilt of his head while he observed you more closely, long hair moving from behind his ear to rest over his shoulder. You felt embarrassed for moment, knowing that you were only in a thin lilac nightgown, your legs visible because you completely kicked your blanket off. That feeling however quickly fade away as he falls over, his strong hands gripping at the sheets at either side of your legs and you watched with eyes now wide open as he crawl his way up your body.

Your heartbeat pickup as his dreamy hands grabbed your exposed thighs, making your eyes close for a moment to savor this new, unfamiliar feeling. You didn’t even have time to feel self conscious about your legs and stretch marks as his sudden touch immediately malted away all of your worries. A soft sigh of bliss left you, feeling his lips kiss just on the inside of your knee. God, they were soft…He slowly kissed you, working his way up, not missing an inch of unmarked skin. You didn’t have any power to move away from the coldness of his touch as the kisses left small traces of saliva, making you shiver in delight. Now you were hot, his cold touch only made your skin even more on fire, small layer of sweat forming on your forehead. His lips stopped to press more kisses on the sensitive skin of your upper thighs. Your own lips dry, chapped, tongue licking at them while imagining it was rather his.

His kisses seem more rougher the more he went up your body. His hands trailed up your legs, moving the soft fabric of your nightgown up and scrunching it up at your waist. He gripped it like he wanted to restrain himself and also devour you at the same time. You felt even more exposed under his burning gaze. Though you still couldn’t see his face in the darkness but you really didn’t give a second thought about that. You had his face already permanently printed inside your head.

You wanted so badly to run your hands through his luscious hair but you were stopped the moment it crossed your mind as he wrapped his hands over each of your wrists, pressing them into your sheets. You have never felt so small and vulnerable before, feeling his much larger hand around yours. Every thought inside your head went flying when his lips pressed at your cleavage next, just over your breast that was adored by the lace of your nightgown. A small pathetic whimper escape your lips and he released an animalistic groan at that sound. His lips kissed and even nibbled at your collarbones, while his hand trail up your body. From your leg to your tummy and waist, all the way to your breast, your skin feeling like it was on fire.

His hand fit perfectly on your breast, the palm of his hand grazing over your nipple made the familiar feeling rise inside your stomach. He kissed and grabbed at you. The more sighs of pleasure you released, the more aggressive he became with his touches, almost desperate as he himself moans at how responsive you were.

...but then he suddenly stopped.

You felt his hair tickling you as he suddenly trailed his soft lips onto your neck. A small gasp left you feeling his cold breath on the delicate skin as he then went to kiss it. It was almost like a predator was looming over you and it made fear and excitement pulse wildly through your veins. His long legs were pressed between your thicker ones and from the closeness of your lower parts of your bodies, you could make out the outline of his bulge. That alone made you moan as he started to roll his hips against yours. Gasping at how perfectly he felt against you, made your underwear even more sticky with arousal and he definitely could feel it, maybe even smell it. His hips deliciously and so expertly rub against yours, you almost missed the sudden sharpness caressing your neck.

You layed there gasping as his sharp teeth threatened to pierce your skin. His grip became more tighter the more louder you got and your own words flashed inside your head. ‘He was too rough, his grip was too painful.’ You wanted to move away from the sudden change, but couldn’t and it wasn’t because he was holding you in his tight grip. You couldn’t move at all. Not even your head, it felt so heavy, it was like every ounce of your strength disappeared. You hissed in pain as his teeth nibble too hard at your skin, the fear in you now overpowered every emotion. You watched closely as he lifts his head up to look at you.

You were only met with a face of a demon and not the man of your desires. This was your nightmare. Your eyes glossed over as he look down at you. His eyes crimson eyes trailed over your figure, now with a completely different emotion behind them. His skin was so ghostly white that you could see the purple and blue veins underneath his skin. But the thing that caught the most of your attention were his lips, where a small speckle of blood stained the corners. You watched them curl into a sickening grin, revealing his two sharp fangs in the process. You couldn’t do anything but watch in horror as he suddenly gripped you by your hair at the root, making you want to arch your back in pain. The position made your neck bare teasingly right at him.

A low growl rubbles his chest before he decided to finally take you. The look on his face made you realize how stupid you truly are to think he would spare you. A scream gets caught in your throat just as his teeth pierced your skin.

But then you suddenly sat right up on your bed, the scream finally making it out from your mouth. You in panic look around your room, heavily breathing. Sweat trailed down from your forehead, hair uncomfortably sticking to your neck. Your neck. Your hand flew to your throat, trying to find evidence that her intruder was here but found nothing. Not even him. Your room now also seemed brighter than when you went to bed.

Your eyes darted to your alarm clock next. 3:00 am. The witching hour. You quickly turn on your lamp on your nightstand before pressing your fingers over your eyes.

It was just a dream. ‘Just a nightmare’. But it was like he was really here with you as you still felt the uncomfortable pressure on your neck…

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When you got a call from Mrs. Johnson stating that she needs you to look after the kids today, you took that offer without any hesitation. The older woman requested to be there somewhere between seven to eight o’clock in the night but you were already there by five, making an excuse that you had to go somewhere before that and that it only would be just unnecessary to go back to your apartment. The real reason however was that you couldn’t stand even a second more in your own home. It was the second day after your bad dream and just having the thought of sleeping in your bedroom made shiver go down your spine. It was like it was stained and it became too uncomfortable to be there at night or with the lights off. Yesterday you had to sleep in the living room with your tv playing in the background to get even sleepy.

To be fair, you can’t say that the dream was quite that bad in some way or another. It felt so real. If You were scared before, you were petrified now but you can’t lie to yourself about thinking back about the more pleasant parts of your dream. It felt so real and you wonder if he ever dreamed of you too…

‘Why I’m still thinking about him like that? He almost killed me!’

Stupid…

A tired sigh left your lips. You already put the kids to bed, well more like Sam who quickly fell asleep, liking your own made up bed time story compared to Tobias who cringed every time you changed your voice in certain aspects of the story. For dinner you made some simple pasta with meat. Mrs. Johnson got mad at the kids earlier, because they didn’t clean their room like they were asked to do, resulting of the sudden change from take out to this. You though craved it like crazy, ordering some pizza right after coming out of the kids’ bedroom. You felt a little guilty to not share some with them but imagining the unimpressed look of their mother, you decided to keep it a small secret of yours. Also you were actually too hungry to share and the kids were like vacuum cleaners when it came to pizza.

You snuggled into your borrowed blanket a little more, tracing the patterns on it. Your fingers pinched at each other, craving something to be between them. ‘Damn maybe I do have a nicotine addiction…’

You felt a lot more safer in here than your own home. Maybe you could get some sleep, feeling your eyes falling every time the lights in the movie got dimmer. Which was almost every time as you decided to watch The Conjuring. Maybe watching a horror would help you with your own personal one….

You watched the scene where the two young girls were sleeping soundly in their shared bedroom, till the leg of one of the girls was pulled, making her sit up on her bed with a heavy gasp. You have seen this scene multiple of times but there was still some moments that always get to you. Silently counting down the moment of the jumpscare, you watched concentrated as the other girl went to look behind their now open bedroom door to see if there truly was something as her sister claimed. Just as your countdown went to zero, the moment the door was flung closed, someone knocked on the front door.

A gasp comes from your throat. You wanted to curse at the horrible timing, ready to scold the pizza delivery. Your heart raced a little, putting a hand over your chest. You will soon have a heart attack if things will continue like that. Raising up to your feet, you with sadness put down your blanket, shivering from the lost of warmt. Grabbing your money from the table, you went to the door quickly so the person wouldn’t had to knock again and heighten the change of you being caught with your midnight snack. However nothing could have prepare you for what you are about to see or more like who…

Cracking the door open you did a double take. Your body froze up, eyes widened at who was now standing before you. There was no doubt…it was him. He, the person whose meeting left you with unbelievable feeling of fright and longing for more all together. The light coming from behind you helped you to finally get a close up look. You stood in the light while he stood in the dark made such a perfect sense.

His gorgeous long black hair framed his face just as perfectly as you had remembered, highlighting his sharp but also soft looking features. His lips tinted almost bloody red made your eyes then trail over his flawless pale skin. He was again dressed in black but you could make out a dark red fabric peaking from under his jacket that looked too cold for a weather like this, not like a little cold weather would harm him anyway. You could even make out a small singular freckle under his eyes, never noticing it before till now. Your gaze then finally stopped at his. God, maybe holding an eye contact with him was much more difficult that you had anticipated.

Firstly you were confused if you were seeing right. Is this real or again just your imagination? But this didn’t felt like dream at all and you are not sure if you should be thankful that it isn’t rather that. Suddenly, you remember your dream. Your cheeks turn red from embarrassment because of your quite scandalous dream and if you would look up to meet his eye, you would’ve seen how he watched closely the way the blood surfaced on your skin. You then also remembered how that dream ended and realization hits you.

How does he know that you are here? Has he been watching your every move? Does he know what you are doing here and more likely — why is he here? Is he…going to kill you?

While you were lost in your thoughts, the man had quite hard time not to take you right there and there. In what sense? He doesn’t know. Even after Minho told him that he couldn’t see you again and just forget about you, saying you are just like any ordinary girl. That maybe his slow rising obsession was just because he didn’t do what he usually did. You really weren’t the only one affected by your meeting. There was just something to you and he wanted to be sure…sure about this. Maybe if he just would have you in his hold again, it would settle his dead heart that seem to beating again just by your presence alone. You were just so enchanting and oh, so desirable…

You pulled the fabric of your hoodie closer to your body, trying to look everywhere but him. Suddenly something crossed your mind…’Maybe he still doesn’t know that you remember.’ Or maybe he’s here to end your suffering…

You licked your dried, chapped lips, finally looking at his face and concentrating hard at his small beauty mark that seemed like a good spot for you to get comfortable while not looking disrespectful. Funny that you even cares about that after all…

“Ehm…hello-“ You spoke up, voice getting stuck in your throat as you could feel his gaze become even more intense. “Can I help you?”

It was quiet for a while. If he wasn’t standing right in front of you, you wouldn’t even know he was here. You could hear your own breathing but his? His chest didn’t even rise up and it made you shiver from how uncanny that was. Your legs felt like jelly, body shaking once in a while making you hug yourself for some personal leverage.

Your eyes then flew to his when the silence became too loud. You shouldn’t have done that as you were now in daze from the mesmerizing blue color. His lips parted, almost like he wanted to finally answer and he did want to but there just so much on his mind right now.

He wanted to ask you anything and everything but he wasn’t so sure about his own answers. Yet, he did know or had a feeling that you didn’t forget about the night but he was too distracted by you right now. He was distracted by the soft features of your face and body, you to him looked like an ancient goddess and even being alive for so long and seeing many beautiful woman and man…he had never left so smitten. The blood pumping inside your veins, the smell…he could almost taste the sweet tanginess from the small distance and it made his mouth water. There wasn’t just the physical attraction, it just felt like there was something more and the days without knowing why made him go crazy…

“Go outside.” You were shocked at his sudden demand, fear striking over you. You stilled at your place, planting your feet more in to floor and gripping harsly at the door, almost leaving marks on the wood.

He frowns looking into your eyes, searching. ‘What is happening? Why won’t you move?’ He steps closer to you, now only the threshold being in his way but you didn’t knew that, only stepping more back and shielding yourself with the door. As he more and more looked into your eyes, he realized something…’This can’t be…’

“I said…go..outside.” The vampire said more firmly, glaring at you.

You shakes your head, breathing heavily. “No.”

This made him even more mad. ‘This is impossible.’ He can’t just jump into conclusions. His eyes trailed down your body once more, looking for any traces of why his compulsion wasn’t working on you.

This whole situation made you hope more that it was just another bad dream. ‘This is just a real life nightmare.’ However if he wanted you dead, it would’ve already happened and even now then what’s stopping him? ‘Maybe it’s true’ He can’t go inside a house uninvited. You read that on the internet few days ago but you didn’t take it for granted. Real life vampires could be completely different from the versions you can see on television and read in fantasy books.

As he went to speak again, you prepared yourself, only watching as he closed his mouth again, now another frown forming on his face while his eyes finally left you only to look right behind you.

“Y/N, who is it?” Your heart skipped a beat hearing Sam’s small voice, laced with sleepiness. You quickly went up to her, making you shield her line of vision, so she wouldn’t see your company.

“No one.” Was your answer, not so sure if truthful at that. Grabbing the girl’s shoulder, you twirled her around while her small hands rubbed at her eyes, thankfully leaving even a smaller chance of seeing him. “Go back to bed.” As you went to close the door in instinct, you were immediately stopped. Before turning back at him, you shield the small girl with your body. You feared about her own safety now.

“Are you wearing silver?” He said, looking at you almost in desperation for an agreement but that question only made you confused. ‘Why is he asking such a question?’

You felt Sam gripping at your clothes, hugging her body closer to your. You suddenly felt this small feeling of protectiveness. “I don’t know what you want from me but I advise you to just leave.” Your voice was surprisingly firm and stance strong. And at that you closed the door.

You however didn’t know that your heartbeat gave the answer away…

“This can’t be possible.” He whispers into the night, following for just a moment more the sound of your heartbeat and intoxicating smell.

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You look into the depths of the colors of orange and red. Watching the liquid drip and come back in a pattern that seems to memorized by you because of your not stop staring for the past hour. The lava lamp was way better at keeping your mind distracted than the long forgotten pizza on the table before you. You already lost your appetite a long time ago. You were even scared to open the door for the delivery man, twice making sure it wasn’t actually again your unexpected guest. You even made sure to keep yourself behind the threshold if he didn’t change his mind and just wait for the right moment to take you.

You wanted to cry so badly. You didn’t know what to do. ‘Was there even a way out of this mess?’ Maybe he already left you for good…well that’s what you want to believe. He definitely had other reasons for his sudden visit or he may just be playing with you…only playing with his food. You didn’t felt anything other than that from the looks he gave you.

An hour went by and it felt almost like a decade. You felt the walls swallowing you, making it hard to breathe. Did he truly just watched you? Or did he also watched other people that crossed your life? You had more the urge to tell, warn your friend about this blood sucking creature. ‘I will tell her’, you thought.

Hearing the front door open, made you immediately stand up on your wobbly feet. Though your body relaxed the moment you heard the sound of two all too familiar voices, there still is some fear left. You almost cried out in relief, hearing the joyful voices of Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, running to greet them.

They stumbled inside, the older woman slipping on the polished floor, gripping at her dear husband with dear life and only laughing more. Though their joyful mood disappears as they took a look at you, standing behind them with face white as a ghost and eyes wide open, just staring straight ahead. It made them tense up.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Asked Mr. Johnson, pulling his glasses more up his nose to get a closer look at you. “Did something happened?” Now his voice strains with a little panic.

That seemed to help you snap out of your trance, quickly shaking your head in disagreement, seeing their sudden frightened looks. “Nothing happen don’t worry! Just surprised you got back so early.” You sheepishly smiled, the move straining your muscles.

They both sighed in relief, making you feel guilty to scared them like that. “Yeah, if you were there you couldn’t handle my boss’s awful jokes either.” Said Mr. Johnson, helping his wife to take off her beautiful fur coat.

Smiling, you nod in understatement. “Em…did you-?” Y/N trailed off, leaving the man confused for a second before he gasped in realization.

“Oh, shit-“ Immediately a hand flew to slap him on the back of his head. “Sorry, I forgot Y/N...” He said sheepishly, rubbing the sore spot from the hit he just received.

You wave it off, a little saddened that you couldn’t get your daily dose of nicotine but what can’t you do? “That’s fine.”

The man shakes his head, grabbing the car keys from the hanger. “I can still go and get them for you.”

“No-“

“No, come with me, it will be quick.” You glanced at his wife who only shrugged in response, the only thing on her mind right now a hot bath and warm bed. “I’m not even sure what exact brand it is, so just come with me-“

That made you a bit unsure, scared of going out at this hour and at this moment. Just the thought of walking out of the door, made your stomach turn. But you will have someone with you…it should be fine.

“Okay…” You gulped down the lump in your throat. “Thank you.”

Nodding the man gives a quick kiss to her lovely wife’s forehead who looked rather stunning in her emerald green dress. “We’ll be back, love.” She humms, already leaving the conversation to go start her desired bath.

The moment you step outside, the cold weather went under your oversized hoodie. You almost went right back inside seeing the contrast of the warmness and brightness of the inside and the coldness and darkness of the outside. Today’s night was awfully quiet. Not even a sound echoed through the wind. The swaying trees didn’t make their usual crying sounds and neither the rustling leaves.

The ride to the gas station was even more quiet and at least your company made you a little more at ease. ‘Was always the road so haunting?’ You were never the one to be scared of driving in the dark but as their headlights were the only source of light, it made you press yourself more into your seat, waiting as if something would just suddenly pop up before you. The man didn’t seem to pick up on your unusual behavior, too exhausted at the moment, his mind somewhere else.

As you two pulled up to the side of the gas station, you almost begged Mr. Johnson to move a little closer to it so you wouldn’t walk that far but you understood that it would be easier for him to turn back around. You put your hand into your pocket for a moment just playing with your wallet, like you were looking for something but you were only buying yourself more time to pick up the pieces of your sanity.

Stepping outside and closing the door behind you, you stood there for a moment watching the green lights from the gas station flicker. You were basically in the middle of nowhere. It was just outside of the town but it felt like you were in a fever dream from how deserted it looked. The car and the gas station were the only thing giving you some light to see in the pitch black darkness. Even the stars and moon could be barely seen as the whole day had a quite gloomy weather. Almost like matching with your mood.

Your train of thoughts helped you get through the dark, walking inside the shop and quickly going to the cashier, already wanting to just be back inside the car. The older man behind the cashier didn’t even look up from his magazine, turning his back to you to give you your desired cigarettes.

“All?” He asked you.

Bouncing on your feet you nodded. “Yes, thank you.” You then slapped the money onto the counter, grabbing your pack of cigarettes and making your way back.

Your eyes fell to the parked car, not moving away from your said target. You quietly counted in your head each step, gaze still unmoving but your line of vision was suddenly blocked by something just as you walked into the pit of darkness once again.

You stumbled but someone’s hands quickly grabbed your shoulders, steadying you up. The unknown contact made you gasp, heart pounding, almost threatening to jump right out of chest as you finally saw who was touching you.

You wanted to scream, anything but again you found yourself in a daze but it didn’t stop small tears to gather in your eyes. You looked into the dark brown eyes of a man that was now very far from stranger. Everything happened so fast, you didn’t even have time to try and run away from him. Like there was even a chance…

“I’m only doing this for him...” He said, almost like justifying himself for what he is about to do while looking right into your glossy eyes.

“What-“ That was the only word you could muster up, watching him lean over you.

“Sleep.”

The simply world sounded so delightful and delicious coming from his pink lips that you had no other choice but to follow the demand, your eyes rolling back into your head before falling into unconsciousness.

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