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mangozcat · 3 years ago

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. huang renjun x fem!reader 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. fluff, smut 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. he’s just the stray boy who strolls around campus that you notice as you're leaving class, and to your own comfort, seeing him every day in such an innocent light is the highlight of your day. 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. hello! please be gentle with me on this one. this is the first ever plot fic I’ve ever written and I apologize if this isn’t what you hoped for. I hope it’s more than enough to satisy you guys :) I had a ton of fun writing this actually and some things might be a bit unrealistic but who! cares!! the jaemin fic will definitely take more time considering I rushed this a bit because I won’t be home at all this next week (family thing) and the entire second half of this is unedited. anyways, I hope you enjoy!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 11,305 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @sangiedarling @flower-lise

♛ — college affairs

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆. the celebration everyone looked forward to. it seemed to be the brightest event to pass over the dullness of your college, seeing how excited people seemed. fliers were posted everywhere, some strung lazily on the bulletin boards adorning the walls, and others decorated flawlessly. they were rather enticing, you had to admit.

you were never really the type to get sucked into this kind of stuff.

in middle school, you were always too busy running back and forth to really pay much attention to school dances or after school events. you were caught up in the things you actually enjoyed at the time; some dabbling in volleyball, which never really got you anywhere serious, trying your best to paint without dirtying the environment around you, and doing your homework.

as you grew older, later in high school, you started finding some actual passions. taking care of animals quickly climbed up the list after an internship at some vet clinic. you enjoyed the fact that you could potentially save some puppy lives, choosing to ignore the other, far darker side of being interested in animal care. long story short, everything you remotely cared about was pretty far from any preppy construct in college.

so why, a few months ago, did you find yourself handing in a form to the committee, signed with your initials about how you’d just love it if you could help decorate the floats that would be riding in the parade? simple; you were eager to get as good of marks on your resume. some friends of yours told you that they signed up merely for the chance to say they participated in an extremely popular school activity. and honestly, you couldn’t even blame them, it was a smart idea.

and how harmful could it be? it was just decorating some floats and running some errands. a lot of stuff could be worse, you had concluded. you couldn’t even deny it, decorating floats seemed so easily serene, so peaceful, that you were even a bit giddy about the whole arrangement. it was just so nostalgic.

“your float number is 25,” you said, looking at the stranger. with arms full of decorations and a name tag on their shirt- one that read Jeno-, they smiled happily and nodded in thanks. you wondered where you were supposed to give him his form, confusion evident on your face as you looked at his full arms.

flashing a smile, he said, “I got this,” before he dropped everything on the ground, grabbed the paper, put it between his pearly teeth and calmly picked everything back up, walking off with some pep in his step. “thanks!” he called out.

you only looked after the guy as if he was a mad man.

marking off spot 25 on your list and writing his name down beside it, as well as what float it’d be representing, you smiled. there were plenty of available spots on the list and you still had a long while to go before all the spots were full, but you felt content with what you had accomplished so far.

“hey!” you heard from behind you, turning at the sound of your best friend’s voice.

haechan stood there proudly, a massive poster in his arms. you smiled at him, rushing over to grab one of the bags from his hands and take a peek inside. he had some streamers, your school colors beaming from the bag, he had some dog treats in the bad, a few blankets, puppy pads, and a few little things that could fit in the bag. “this is what I managed to bring over for now, we can grab some more before the parade.”

the two of you had decided to decorate a float together this year in the hopes of promoting the vet clinic not too far from your college. the paw center was probably your favorite place to go and spend your free time. aside from doing your homework, and now dealing with the homecoming parade, you put in several hours of volunteer work there.

that’s originally how you met haechan. his parents owned the place so he was usually hanging around the area, caring for some of the animals there. he even had a cat that he kept there as a mascot for the place. her name was cookie, and she was usually found roaming around from room to room seeking attention.

at first, you were really just there to see cookie. the cat had found her way into your heart and you adored her. she was always so sweet and a great hugger. when haechan appeared one day, you weren’t really sure how to feel. he wasn’t a bad guy, nor was he creepy, his gaze was just strange for you. of course, being the owner of the sweet kitten, he was watchful of anyone that interacted with her.

he was a cat mom, so to speak.

over time, your daily visits had shortened to once or twice a week, and he had eventually approached you. you both bonded over time and you had soon started coming not exactly to see the cat, but more so to speak to the boy that had become a close friend.

he was a year below you, so he ended up enrolling into your college a year later. now, as a senior and him being a junior, the two of you were as close as ever. you still visited the paw center and the two of you would still hang out together, which was probably why the two of you remained so close despite having no classes together, as well as completely different schedules.

you had proposed the idea of a paw float a few months ago. it didn’t take long for haechan to convince his parents into allowing them to use cookie and another of the center’s animals as mascots on the float, as well as use some of their resources to build the perfect animal play pen. considering the float would be moving on the open road, it was important to ensure their safety- the main reason haechan’s parents hadn’t agreed immediately.

“it’s perfect, hyuck, thank you,” you said happily. you had already signed up your float when you came up with the idea, not wanting to lose a spot. the two of you had managed to snag float number 12, where haechan’s dad had given the two of you a trailer to use.

“I know it really isn’t much, but I figured we have some time,” haechan said, leading the two of you to your designated float. putting the materials into the front seat of the car, he smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I already said thank you, loser,” you said, reaching up to ruffle his already messy hair. he rolled his eyes, shaking his head to fix his hair slightly.

he shrugged to himself, showing a lopsided smile as he said, “you know, maybe I just want a hug. actions speak louder than words!”

you laughed at the boy, leaning into his side as she threw an arm over your shoulder. “you want too much, haechan,” you said, despite the fact that you were already giving him a hug. “too much for me to give.”

“sure,” he said, squeezing you tightly and making you squeal.

groaning at the boy, you complained, though your voice was muffled into his shirt. “you’re lame,” you managed to mumble out, though you were more than happy to hug him. he always made you feel safe when you were in his arms.

“you coming to the center later?” he said, ignoring your words and releasing his grip on you. today was tuesday, which was one of the normal days for you to visit. recently, you had begun visiting a bit more, finding some extra free time on your hands.

“maybe,” you said, shrugging as you pulled back from the boy. “I might have to stay for a few extra hours doing this. I have to find a new photographer for the floats and the parade, ours bailed.” you said, looking over at the floats, “I haven’t looked in the photography class yet, haven’t had the time. maybe I’ll get lucky.”

haechan chuckled, “you need a photographer and the first place you looked wasn’t the photography class?”

you groaned. “listen,” you said, pointing at his chest, making him grin. “I wasn’t aware he bailed ‘till like yesterday, and I was busy filling out homecoming forms. they told me pretty late, so I couldn’t go check because no one was there at the time.”

haechan seemed to understand, nodding to himself. “so when are you going today?” he asked, looking around. the field didn’t seem too busy, so he was sure you had some time for a little break to go and try to find someone. after all, how busy could an empty homecoming lot become in an hour?

“if no one comes in a few minutes, I might just ask one of the girls to cover for me for a few. I might have to just call the professor, though,” you said. the lot had been busy earlier that day, and you didn’t want to miss anyone looking to sign up for a float.

haechan hummed. “I can cover for you right now, if you want.”

thinking it over for a moment, you were rather hesitant to accept his offer. what if he did something wrong? you didn’t want to doubt him, especially since he’s spent most of his time with you, observing you as you accepted peoples forms to sign up. he could probably do it, it really wasn’t that difficult.

after a minute of consideration, you finally nodded.

“okay, that works.”

“but, sir-” you began, desperation evident in your voice as you looked pleadingly at the professor. you had wandered into his class during a free period, eager to ask for his permission to borrow one of his students for the parade. after all, you needed someone to take the pictures.

of course, a photographer was optional. you really didn’t need one. but you wanted the memories. the pictures would be great for the yearbook and some ones of your float would be great to hang in your dorm and also use at the paw center.

you were desperate at this point, and yet, the professor still said no.

“I’m sorry,” he said, crossing his arms and shaking his head back and forth in response to your words. “I would love to help, I really would, but I need my students’ attention on this class. if any of them are participating in this activity it could distract them.”

“but it could benefit them in so many ways!” you said. huffing, you ran a hand through your hair, “really, professor, they could get exposure with their images and have a field-type study. hands-on activities could help their understanding of this subject!”

you knew your argument would fail in the long run, you really did. he was a strict professor and it would be difficult- nearly impossible- to crack him. you could tell in his eyes that he meant it when he said he wanted to help you out, but his class was more important to him than homecoming.

“I already gave you my answer and it still stands,” he said, his eyes telling you everything. the look on his face was strictly one of ‘don’t dig your grave any deeper’ looks.

you nodded your head sadly, looking down at the ground. “I’m sorry, professor, I understand.” heading towards the door, you looked back at him and said, “have a great day, sir.”

you felt so hopeless. this homecoming parade, though you were hesitant and very much against the idea at first, had grown on you over time. it started meaning something and it was heartbreaking to think that these moments might not be captured in the images you wanted.

sighing in defeat as you walked down the halls and out towards the courtyard, you sent haechan a quick text, telling him you’d meet him at the center to talk about it, before putting your phone away and looking around campus.

your school was beautiful, it really was. you knew you’d be here for a few more years of school and you were happy about it. the teaching was great, the shops nearby were great, and the actual campus itself was amazing. there were so many clubs, plenty of nice people, and a lot of activities you could participate in. you were happy that you were able to attend such a school.

stressed and a bit upset about your lack of a photographer, you began to just wander. you thought that you might want to head to the center, but you weren’t exactly eager to discuss your defeat with haechan. you had 5 days until homecoming and you felt a bit lost.

walking down the path that disappeared into the trees adorning campus, you looked up, the sky shining through the leaves and light flitting through the tops. it felt peaceful at that moment. this area was in no way hidden, and it wasn’t secret at all. it was just another part of campus, but it felt so much different. with a fountain in the middle of the path, the water gently flowing into more water, a few benches dotted around the area, it was incredibly serene.

clearly, you weren’t alone in how you felt, considering there was someone sitting against the trunk of one of the bigger trees. he was sitting in the shade, a notebook in his lap. his backpack was against the tree, a small little blanket set out in the grass with a sandwich on it, a drink beside it. his legs were propped up and his hair was falling down in his eyes, his attention fully on his book.

you don’t think he even noticed you.

you recognized the boy. he was huang renjun, a boy who seemed so hidden from the world to even be real. you never saw him with any friends, he was silent in class, his pretty eyes just staring dreamily at the board and his work, and he always had his head between a notebook.

he was an attractive boy, he just didn’t seem to like interaction. he preferred to be alone. he was in the same year as haechan, with haechan coming to you and telling you about the boy once. ever since he mentioned how he’d never heard his voice before despite being roommates, you went through a short phase where you were curious to get to know him.

you never actually approached him during that time, considering you were still a shy second-year that didn’t talk to many guys. especially ones as good-looking as him. the only time either of you had actually paid any attention to each other was one time you tripped down the stairs when you were leaving his and haechan’s dorm, breaking your arm in the process.

you had been surprised at how quick he was on his feet, rushing over to help you. you heard his voice for the first time that day, him calling an ambulance with a bit of panic in his voice. he accompanied you to the hospital, but he wasn’t there the next day.

you had to admit it made you a bit sad when you heard he left.

realizing you had been staring for too long at the boy, you grabbed a coin out of your pocket and threw it into the water, listening to the gentle tap of it on water before it fell to the bottom, resting against the stone. turning around after hoping by some miracle your wish would come true, you headed away from the fountain and renjun, hoping to get back to your spot in time to help some people with their floats.

renjun’s eyes never left his notebook, a camera gleaming under the beams of light from where it was hidden in his bag, tucked away from prying eyes.

“but that’s so stupid!” haechan exclaimed, groaning at your story. with cookie in his lap, a comforting hand on her back, he was spread out across one of the lobby’s couches, looking at you with disbelief on his face.

after telling him about what happened, you were correct in believing that telling him would just stress you more. he looked just as sad as you were about the situation and honestly, you were somewhat losing hope. the only other person you knew that had any interest in photography was your younger sister- however, she was still in high school and if you were being honest, you didn’t exactly trust her with the deed.

much love little sis, you thought to yourself.

“why does he get to control what his students do outside of class?” he asked, staring at you with inquisitive eyes. cookie meowed quietly from her spot in his lap, looking up at him and purring when he pet her gently, massaging into her silky fur.

“I guess it makes sense,” you said, twirling a piece of your hair around your finger. it was a nervous habit, one that often proved you were stressed or deep in thought- this time it was stress, definitely stress. there wasn’t enough days left for you to suddenly lose your photographer.

you knew there had to be plenty of people around that took an interest in photography. sure, you lived in a big area and you were on a college campus. there had to be hundreds of people around. but you weren’t really sure where to look first.

considering you were living with little time left to put up flyers all around and search every building, you had already exhausted your most promising idea, which of course was a fail.

“but yea, you’re right, hyuck,” you said to yourself, sighing tiredly and rubbing at your temples. “we’re still missing over 50 floats, the floats we do have aren’t even completed yet, and now we have no one to take the pictures. we might have to do without on this one.”

immediately, haechan shook his head.

“we can’t just give up!” he said, “I’ll find the people for the floats, I can do that much. I’ll get mark and jisung to help me out and we’ll for sure get some volunteers in time. you can look for the photographer and we can send a text to some people to help us look.”

you had to admit that his plan wasn’t exactly bad. you just really weren’t a fan of putting so much work- especially since that work was supposed to be yours- on your friends shoulder all because you needed someone to press a button on a camera. was it really worth all the effort?

evidently haechan thought so.

which, at the moment, was enough to make you think so too.

“alright,” you said, looking up to meet the gaze of your best friend. determination and hope gleamed in your eyes as you nodded, saying, “we’ve got a lot of work ahead of us, hyuckie.”

with 4 days left until homecoming, you felt yourself become bored with the idea of classes. of course, you couldn’t just skip them- nor would you ever even consider doing so- but you weren’t jumping with joy at the idea. you needed to dedicate your time to the paws float, getting volunteers, and finding that damned photographer.

class hours seemed to tick by in milliseconds and you could hardly focus on the task at hand. your writing was off, your notes were poorly written and they weren’t exactly accurate, your eyes seemed to blur every time you even thought about focusing on the board; but you survived.

you managed to successfully survive your classes and were dreading going back the next day. but the next day wasn’t the current, and you needed to focus on the present, not what may be to come.

you couldn’t help but allow your feet to take you down the stone path, arriving through the entrance of the trees before you were left standing before the fountain. water hit water, trees swayed, wind blew gently, and there was that everlasting sense of peace as you stood still, breathing in the crisp air.

and of course, your eyes found the figure who was resting against the tree again.

renjun sat there, his hair strewn messily from the gentle breeze that flitted through his brown locks. his eyes danced across the paper and you couldn’t help but wonder what had his attention so closely. in fact, dare you say, you wanted his attention on you instead.

his eyes seemed so full of passion and wonder. you wondered what it’d be like to meet his stare, even if it was just for a moment. he was a pretty boy, as he always was, and you assumed this spot was his favorite. perhaps he just wandered here just like you, his feet always taking him to the fountain, rushing past to rest by the tree.

he seemed so serene in that moment, so innocently consumed in the pages of what appeared to be some textbook. you couldn’t make out the title from how it was in his lap, against his black jeans. you never read renjun as a bookworm, more of an aloof presence left to wander aimlessly.

however, you were wrong.

you hated to disturb his peace but you couldn’t help but talk, not even realizing how you had begun subconsciously walking in his direction before taking a seat in front of him, leaning back on your hands to stare up at the sky. in the shade, you couldn’t feel the beating rays of sun hit your skin.

he seemed to pick the perfect spot.

“do you come here often?” you asked, eyes never leaving the sky. you felt his gaze, his wandering eyes tracing your face in hopes of recognition before they went still, finally knowing who you were. he nodded, though he realized he’d have to speak because you couldn’t see the movement.

“yeah,” he said, much to your surprise. you slowly trailed your gaze down, looking at the tree before looking at his hair, slowly finding his face. he didn’t appear to be mad or confused, just looking at you like a puppy would; a gaze full of innocence. “I like it here.”

you nodded to yourself, agreeing with his statement. you liked it here too.

renjun knew of your presence before you sat down. it was hard to not hear the click of your shoes against the stone as you approached. renjun was used to be alone here. for how well-known the place was, the most company he ever got was the occasional jogger cutting through the area or someone coming to throw a coin in and leave.

this was his safe space. he found it difficult to stay in his dorm with how haechan constantly had music blasting or was always on the phone with you. he knew who you were. in fact, he had seen you several times over at the apartment in nothing but a big shirt and a pair of underwear, occasionally spending the night with haechan.

he thought you were pretty- he also thought you were extremely clumsy and a little bit dumb. that was especially proved when you tripped down the stairs of his apartment and he had to call 911 for you. but really, overall, renjun didn’t know much about you.

he knew you liked animals and you volunteered at the paws center.

he knew you were best friends with haechan- though he genuinely thought the two of you were much more.

he knew you were a member of the homecoming committee.

but really, he only knew the things on the surface of what scratched who you were. just like you didn’t know much about him rather than the obvious things, it was just a common acquaintance between the two of you.

“what are you doing here?” renjun asked, leaning his head back against the tree. it felt strange to see his paper long forgotten, sitting idly in his lap unread. you had his attention for what seemed to be the first time since you went to the hospital, and genuinely, you really didn’t have an answer to his question.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled truthfully. resting your chin on your knees and locking your fingers near your feet, you said, “this place is nice. it’s quiet and relaxing. I didn’t even realize I was coming here until I was already here.”

renjun nodded, seeming to understand your words. his eyes met yours when you glanced up, his gaze unwavering as he held your stare confidently. this boy, the one who was typically so quiet and hid who he truly was, seemed to be so much more punctual up close.

his eyes sparkled and you felt yourself getting lost in his orbs.

“I come here every day after classes.”

his words were a shock to you. it wasn’t exactly his statement that shocked you, but more so the way he kept the conversation flowing between the two of you effortlessly. you expected silence and for him to eventually grab his things and leave, but he seemed content with the casual small talk you brought forth.

he glanced up at the trees, lifting a finger to point up at the sky. between the leaves was the gentle beams of light from the sun, an image of the blue meeting white fluff being seen. he smiled at the sight, a smile so contagious you felt your lips turn up to mirror his.

“I always thought this spot had the best view,” he said.

reaching into his backpack beside him, he grabbed a camera out of one of the pockets, clicking one of the buttons to turn it on. sifting through the images, he came to one of the sight above the both of you, smiling gently before flipping it so you could see the screen.

you had to admit that he was talented. he had effortlessly captured the life within the trees and it felt to real, almost as if you were sitting in the image- and it wasn’t because you were there at the current moment. he was a good photographer, and you wondered how you never noticed his talent before.

“you like photography?” you questioned, carefully holding the camera before looking between the images. he had plenty of the campus, a few of some aesthetic images of his apartment, some of the pool near one of the clubs, and some of the fountain in front of the two of you.

renjun nodded, watching your movements. scratching at the back of his neck, a gentle red settled over his cheeks, so subtle you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t admiring his pretty face. “I got into it in high school,” he mumbled quietly, looking down at the grass and playing with it with his fingers. “I’ve loved it ever since.”

“I’ve never seen you with a camera,” you said, handing him back the device.

that was true. every time you saw him in their shared apartment or randomly on campus, and even now during the times that the two of you found each other at the fountain, he never had a camera on him. he had hundreds of pictures- probably more- on his camera and yet, you’ve never seen the object in his hands.

it wasn’t hard to believe though.

renjun always had an artistic vibe to him. he seemed so absorbed in the beauty of life and fascinated with what he saw. he had that curious and adventurous look in his eye, but you could tell he was shy. he’d love to explore the world and its’ wonders but it was outside of his comfort zone.

renjun nodded again, but he seemed to blush a bit harder at the idea of you watching him some days. “I like to keep it to myself,” renjun said, shrugging a bit. “it’s not a big deal anyways, no one really needs to know.”

you hummed quietly.

looking at renjun and then back to his camera, you realized this was exactly what you had been wishing for. someone to be your photographer. you’d been so caught up in just sitting here with him that any and all traces of the homecoming parade left your mind.

all that remained at the time had been renjun, but now it was time to snap out of the sweet dream you had been in, and get back to reality. the reality was that you needed a photographer and renjun happened to be one- a damn good one at that.

“can I ask you for a favor?” you asked quietly, looking toward the boy with hopeful eyes. he was intrigued at that, looking at you with curiosity. he nodded, awaiting your words.

“our photographer for the homecoming parade bailed a few days ago,” you said sadly, toying with your fingers as a distraction. you wanted to be confident in your question, but really, after being turned down and bailed on, it was hard to get your hopes up.

“I saw your pictures- you’re really good, renjun,” you said. “and I just was wondering- well, honestly, I was really hoping- that you’d be willing to fill in and take some pictures of the parade for us?”

it took a second for renjun to think it over.

he hardly even knew you and here you were, asking for a favor with this puppy dog look in your eyes. you were practically begging for him to accept your offer. of course, renjun loved taking photos, but it was obvious that he wasn’t too comfortable around lots of people.

and a parade? hell, that sounds like a shit ton of people.

yet, despite that voice in his head that was yelling at him to decline so he wouldn’t be forced into an uncomfortable position, he found himself lost in how hopeless you looked. how you wanted nothing more than for him to say yes.

so, he did.

“you convinced who now?” haechan said, his head tilting sideways in confusion. “you mean... renjun? as in huang renjun? as in my roommate that is always silent and rarely ever actually in the dorm? as in the guy that saved you when you broke your arm? that renjun?”

when you heard the great news, you had expressed how grateful you were to renjun before skipping off and instantly shooting haechan a text. telling him you had some great news and would meet him at the paw center in 20 minutes, you grabbed some coffees and donuts and headed in his direction.

honestly, you were shocked with how easily renjun complied.

you were almost sure it would take some convincing. renjun seemed like the type to shy away from others, and while you found it kind of cute, you had to admit it made things like this difficult. he had merely stared at you after you practically yipped in joy, writing down your number on a spare piece of paper and telling him that he could text you when he was free to make plans.

“yes, hyuck,” you said, biting into your donut.

haechan grinned to himself, leaning in slightly and dropping his voice to a low whisper, “as in the renjun you had the biggest crush on when he enrolled?” the smile on his face was almost devious, an evil glint in his eyes as he watched you immediately cough on your donut.

slapping gently at his arm, a red blush settled on your cheeks as you shook your head. “I did not have a crush on him!” you defended weakly, looking anywhere but at him as you set your snack down on the table.

you weren’t being honest and haechan knew it.

he knew from the second you wandered into his apartment to help him move in, that you were drawn to the boy. renjun had been sitting comfortably on the couch in his dorm, head laid back against a fluffy pillow with earbuds in his ears. he had got there before either of you, and neither of you were expecting his presence just yet,

you didn’t pay much attention to him- well, you tried not to. it was difficult, however, considering that you could distantly hear the sounds of his music from his earbuds. he never acknowledged your presence so you decided to move on, though your eyes would occasionally wander to admire the boy.

haechan had gagged at the sight, rolling his eyes and forcing you into his room, mentioning how your piercing stare would scare off his roommate. it was during that time when your slightly obsessive and almost teenage-like crush had began, that day when haechan wandered into your dorm a week later, mentioning how quiet and lackluster the boy was.

he seemed far from it when you saw him for the very first time, which is one of the main reasons why it was so difficult to believe his words. you just needed to know why he was so closed off.

over time, however, you realized that you weren’t going to get anywhere with him. with your attention on the paws center, your best friend, and school, you quickly drowned out your attraction to the boy and moved on, accepting defeat. it was easy, after a few weeks, to ignore his presence when you visited haechan.

though, secretly, your eyes rarely ever left his figure.

“oh, please,” haechan said, your name rolling off his tongue in a teasing manner, “you were practically eye-fucking him every time you visited me. I’m glad you got past it though, it was making me want to puke.”

“yeah, yeah,” you murmured.

“you’re unbearable.”

your declaration didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend, merely making him chuckle as he reached over to steal your unfinished donut. you whined when he held it above his head, far out of reach and held a hand to your shoulder, keeping you at a distance.

“this is simply revenge for you bullying me,” he said, looking at you pointedly. making a point to ensure you knew the donut tasted absolutely delicious, you frowned sadly when he almost gulped the whole thing down at once. “be happy I’m not drinking your coffee too!”

you rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile at his actions.

“cookie!” you called, grinning to yourself when you heard the distant sound of cat paws against wooden floors. the cat strutted into the room, eager to find the person who might be wanting to give her attention. you scooped the cat into your arms, saying, “I’m stealing your cat, haechan.”

“hey, wait-” he said, reaching over to try and grab cookie back. you only turned away from him, tutting. “but you can’t do that!”

“watch me!” you said, laughing hysterically as you ran down the hall, the fluffy cat in your arms with a stumbling haechan following after you.

it was a day later when you found yourself in the same spot you had been visiting recently. the fountain in the center of the path gleamed as it always did, the light reflecting from the tree tops. as usual, renjun sat with his back against the same tree, sitting in the same shade, reading the same book.

everything about the scene was familiar, yet so different all the same.

it still gave you a sense of peace to be in his presence under the sunlight. he still looked as beautiful as ever and you were still breathless when you looked at him. it always took forever for you to pull your gaze away from him. he seemed to be a magnet for your attraction, and you loved it.

wandering over, your shoes hitting the grass, you sat across from him, his eyes looking up instantly. he still held that same look in his eyes; passion gleaming in his gaze. you could look at him for hours and never be bored. he had your full attention, just like always.

honestly, now, with your eyes sharing a stare with renjun, you weren’t sure if you ever got over your crush.

“are you stealing my favorite place?” renjun asked. his voice was quiet and soft, a bit high pitched. he sounded pretty, and you loved his voice. you took note of the sweet smile dancing across his lips.

you hummed, biting your lip to try and hide your smile. shrugging to yourself, you said, “and what if I am? can we not share?”

renjun nodded, leaning back against the tree further. his eyes never left yours except for the split second he was admiring your facial features, but he was quick to match your gaze. “I’m not a sharing type of person,” he said softly.

you almost wanted to assume there was a deeper meaning behind his words. however, for the sake of your sanity, you kept your mind on the current conversation- all innocent and sweet, a casual conversation between two people.

between two... acquaintances?

friends?

you weren’t sure if you were friends at this point.

of course, it’d be hard to avoid each other, so you were hoping you were considered friends. with the fact that he shared a room with your best friend and was now your photographer for the parade, you found it hard to imagine being anything less than friends from now on.

“you might have to share, though,” you said. flashing him a smile, you looked at your surroundings. “I really like this place, it’s beautiful. I’m sure it’s big enough for the both of us,” you commented, making him nod and smile.

“I’ll give that much to you,” he said, waving his hands in surrender. you laughed quietly at his motion, humming to yourself in happiness.

really, in all honesty, you adored these moments. time with renjun was like a sweet release into the freedom you so dearly needed. with all the homecoming preparations and school, it was this time that you held closest to your heart; his hair messily strewn about and a soft smile on his face.

his smile was so addicting.

you were grateful for the day that your feet lead you to him, almost as if you subconsciously knew you needed his presence. well, deep down, you knew you did. he always had this aura about him that made you so incredibly comfortable in his company.

up until now, you merely watched from afar. but you never realized just how much you craved socialization with huang renjun.

“should we put the pen up more towards the truck or in the middle?” haechan asked, holding up the bags of puppy pads. together, the two of you were eagerly decorating your float in hopes of having everything prepared- leaving little to do last minute.

“well, I think it’d be safer up at the front, even if people can’t see the animals that well,” you mentioned, pointing towards the front. paint stained your hands and your messy purple shirt, decorated nicely in random paint splatters of your school colors.

you held a paintbrush between your teeth and your hair was pulled up, trying to at least keep one thing away from the dye. beside you, cookie stood, walking across the tarp you had placed across the trailer. it was large so you could dangle it over the edges, almost as if it was a bed with a comforter on it.

your idea was to have cookie and one of the center’s dogs walk across the tarp with painted paws to make markings on the material. and then eventually, you’d both do the same with white shirts so you could proudly wear them on parade day.

it was a clever idea, truly- however, the animals weren’t so eager to comply.

instead of making pretty paw prints across the tarp, cookie was just running across it as fast as she could, making her prints less than bold. there were splotches where the paint wasn’t strong and you could see to the tarp, making you frown as you tried to fix them up with your brush.

while you were in charge of the paints- only because haechan didn’t want to ruin his clothes- haechan was left to set up the pen. his job was to get the pads and treats and bowls in place. at some point, he also brought a cooler that he could leave in the car until the parade came.

that way, he could fill it with fresh ice and some water bottles for the animals, considering the parade would more than likely be hot and he didn’t want the animals to suffocate in the heat. he had some bladeless fans that he was setting up, taping them to the back of the truck (which you really didn’t think would hold for long, but he was persistent) that he could turn on to keep both of you cool, and eventually, the animals too.

“on it, boss lady,” he said, saluting teasingly. grabbing his materials, he sat at the front and continued to set up the actual animal pen part of the float.

you stared down at the large banner you had placed on the ground, looking at it with wonder. you had asked one of your friends, jisung, to write the paws center on it so you could hang it up to promote the center. luckily, he had the best handwriting of the group and was eager to comply.

another friend of yours- well, not exactly a friend, per say- had managed to snag some extra people to sign up for the floats. jaemin was rather popular with the girls, so when haechan messaged him saying he needed a favor, he managed to get the task done rather easily.

now, you only had a few more float spots available, but you had plenty to make the parade enjoyable for others.

you thought about throwing candy in the parade, you really did, but you didn’t want the animals to end up getting in the candy at any point, so you decided against it. yet, somehow, jisung managed to drag mark into the equation, saying that they’d follow the float around and throw candy to the kids.

mark was less than pleased with the workout plan.

“hey, so, tell me again who our photographer is?” haechan said, his eyes behind you as a small smile came over his lips. sighing, you looked up at your friend, putting your brush down and bringing your feet together so you were sitting criss-cross.

“hyuck, it’s not funny anymore-”

“just answer the question.”

“renjun,” you said, an eyebrow raising at his behavior.

he grinned, nodding his head in the direction of a float behind you. you turned, a smile coming over you when you noticed the boy. he was around jeno’s float, a small conversation being held between them. a camera was slung over renjun’s shoulder and he lifted the lens to his eye, snapping a picture of jeno with a wacky pose.

“as in the renjun that’s right behind you?” haechan said. you wondered just how long he’d been planning that. you rolled your eyes at the boy, turning your attention back to him.

you picked up your paintbrush, continuing where you left off. fixing some of the paws up, you looked up at haechan. he had an eyebrow raised in confusion, saying, “what’s wrong with you? do you just not want to talk to him or something?”

you shook your head, instantly saying, “no! it’s not like that. he’s just not here for me so I don’t see the point in making it about me.”

haechan didn’t seem convinced, and really, he shouldn’t be.

you craved renjun’s attention and he knew it. if anything, you’d try to make every situation about you if it meant that you felt his eyes roam over you for even a second. but in all truthfulnes, you felt like you might look a bit stupid in the moment- the paint on your face and arms was certainly not helping- and that didn’t pair well with how nervous he already made you.

haechan started whisper-yelling at you, saying, “you should get over it.”

“why?” you said back, wondering why he dropped his voice so suddenly.

“because, I don’t know-” haechan started before pointing a finger behind you, “he’s like on his way over here right now?”

your face dropped, instantly turning to find the boy walking towards you. his eyes were on his camera, smiling at the images he captured, before he looked up. he grinned when he met your gaze and you felt a small blush rise to your cheeks at the idea of him seeing you how you were currently.

cookie meowed from behind you, sniffing at your paintbrush. you picked the cat up gently, feeling her paws paint your shirt even more, but you figured it couldn’t have been too bad because it only made renjun smile wider.

“paint suits you,” renjun murmured upon approaching. his eyes trailed the float, admiring every detail you and haechan had put into perfecting. he reached for his camera, capturing a few pictures of the scene.

haechan snickered from behind you, saying, “hear that? you look great in paint, honey, you’re doing so well.”

“hyuck!” you whined out, turning to flick him off. at your action, he mocked offense. renjun shot you a look of apology, to which you waved it off and chose instead to throw your paintbrush at haechan, saying, “fuck you.”

“how dare you! that’s very naughty of you, you know!” he said teasingly, stepping over the cat prints in the hopes of not staining his shoes with the imprints of his cat’s feet. he grabbed cookie out of your arms, lifting her up to rub his face into the fur of her cheeks, pressing a gentle kiss to her nose. “that could get you in big trouble! what say you in your defense?”

haechan held his hand in your face, pretending it was a microphone. the second you went to speak, however, he pulled it away and tutted, saying, “I’ve heard enough. I find you guilty of this terrible, terrible crime.”

you pushed gently at your friends shoulders, tugging on renjun’s arm and saying, “we should go before this loser infects us with his desease.” renjun let out a cute giggle at that and you felt a tug on your heart, “I mean, do you see the state he’s in? looks fatal if you ask me.”

renjun nodded when haechan called out from behind you, saying, “I heard that!”

laughing to yourselves, you pulled renjun away from your friend as he two of you took a short walk together. it was nice, having some alone time with him. it was different from before. before, the two of you were secluded, hidden from others’ prying eyes. but now, you were out in the open for anyone to see. and honestly, you wanted them to see. you wanted people to wonder if there was something going on between the two of you.

it was a rare sight to see renjun with friends, let alone with a potential girlfriend. that’s not to say he didn’t have girls pining for him- oh, he definitely did- but he just never expressed any interest towards them. you hoped people wondered if you were different. you really wanted everyone to see the two of you together and think that huang renjun had fallen for a girl a year above him.

because you were pretty certain you had done that for him.

“you and haechan seem pretty close,” renjun mentioned. he had always been curious if anything was happening between the two of you. he always told himself that it was because he shared a dorm with the guy. if you and haechan were ever planning to fuck, he’d love to get out of there immediately- however, he knew that thought angered him at the same time.

he wanted to know if you were single. if haechan meant anything more to you than a friend.

“yeah,” you said, nodding as a cheeky smile came to rest on your lips. “haechan’s quite the presence. we’ve been best friends’s for a few years now. he’s an idiot sometimes though, absolutely loves to tease me.”

renjun’s ears perked at the sound of the word friends. he always knew you were close, but never knew just how close. but now his curiosity was sated- you were just friends. he could relax.

“I could tell.”

friends, just friends.

“yeah, he’s-” you said, wondering for the right word, “very vocal, so to speak. he never hesitates to speak his mind. one day it’s gonna get him trouble, I just know it.”

friends, just friends.

“he has you, though,” renjun said, coming to a stop. lifting his camera, he took pictures of the scenery around you. you saw nothing special in the area, but with renjun’s artistic eye, you assumed he saw potential in the everlasting woods that lay before you. “he’ll be fine.”

friends, just friends.

at this point, he didn’t know who he was talking about anymore. was it you and haechan that were just friends or was it the two of you? was he anything more to you than a photographer? would he ever be? would renjun ever be as special to you as haechan was?

he doubted it.

with one night remaining before it was time for the parade, you sat in haechan’s dorm. with your legs propped up on the L-shape extension of the couch, you sat on your phone, eagerly awaiting for haechan’s text. he was on his way back to the apartment, coming back from grabbing some drinks and food for the both of you.

currently, it was just you and renjun in the apartment together. renjun was just in his room and you chose not to bother him. he seemed to be deep in though when he entered the apartment an hour or two ago, so you figured he needed some time to think. it was better if you didn’t disturb that peace.

when you heard the door of his room open, you assumed he was coming out to grab something to drink. instead, he came walking towards you. tossing your shoes towards you on the couch, he drew your attention away from your phone and onto him.

“I wanna show you something,” renjun said, staring at you with gentle eyes. his hands were in his pockets and he was shifting from foot to foot, showing his nervousness. you perked a brow up, looking over at your shoes.

“and this something requires us to go outside?” you checked your phone for the time, “at 11pm?”

renjun nodded, a sly smile on his lips. “are you coming or not?”

curiosity getting the best of you, you sat up, slipping on your shoes. tucking your phone into your back pocket, you nodded at him. “lead the way, renjun,” you said with a smile, following him out the door. he grabbed your arm to guide you, and you wished for nothing more than for his hand to be locked into yours instead.

despite the darkness, you could see the faint glow of the lights scattered around the campus. some lights were on within the dorm rooms and some were off. you could see some flicker out, indicating that the people inside were about to head off to bed- something you probably should be considering, but you couldn’t help but to be swept up in renjun’s mystery.

it didn’t take much for you to recognize the same path you’d traveled each day for the past 4 days. the fountain glittered, the moonlight reflecting off the surface, where you could distantly see your own face staring back at you. renjun was beside you, his camera in hand as he stared up at the sky.

“I thought you might like to see this place at night,” renjun said, and before you could register it, you saw the bright twinkle of fairy lights come to life.

you never noticed them before, for they were hidden in the trees. strung around the trunks and up into the various branches, lights trailed up until they couldn’t move up anymore. they weren’t blindingly bright, but bright enough to illuminate the area- yet dim enough to keep the campus asleep.

renjun smiled at how obviously shocked you were. he took pride in showing you this, something so close to his heart. he was happy to share this little secret with you, and was even happier that he was the first to reveal it to you. he was hoping you’d never seen it before, but either way, the sight was still something that caught his breath every time he visited, so he figured it would still get you even if you saw it.

“this is,” words were lost on your tongue as you twirled around in circles. your eyes darted between the various trees strung in lights. the fountain had some built in night lights at the bottom, illuminating the water for you. it was night, late enough to be sound asleep. yet, as you took in the sight, you felt so energetic; it felt like it was still daylight out, so much energy and light swimming in the air. you never would’ve known how late it was. “I have no words,” you said.

renjun grinned, “yeah, this place has that effect on people. I come out here most nights and it still gets me. can’t believe they never told us about this when we enrolled. guess it’s a little easter egg.”

“our little secret, huh?” you murmured out.

his eyes caught yours and you could’ve sworn he never looked more angelic than at that moment. his eyes twinkled and his cheeks were a gentle rose color, but it was dusted from both how close you were and how the cold breeze felt against his skin.

he couldn’t help it- really, he couldn’t. he wasn’t sure how you’d react to his words, but if anything, now was a better time than never. with his face inching closer and closer to yours, you could feel his breath fan your skin. your eyes were fluttering closed and your hands reached for his shirt.

“can I kiss you?”

really, you were speechless in the moment. you had no response, just the longing and wanton look in your eyes. the way your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled yourself closer, molding your body into his, gave him his answer.

his lips met yours, making you shiver.

it was sweet, so very sweet. you expected nothing less of huang renjun- not with that innocent look in his eyes and that oh-so gentle way he looked at you. he touched you as if you were fragile. he was caring and sweet, and it showed in the way he kissed you.

it was a light brush of lips against each other and really, despite it being very low on the scale of passionate kisses, you felt it was perfect for the tempo you and renjun held together. if this was the pace he wanted to set for the two of you, you were more than glad to let him.

renjun pulled away sooner than you wanted. it was obvious to him with how your lips chased his, eager for another gentle contact against the other. he chuckled at that, hands on your hips and gently squeezing your skin. you pouted at the boy, making him smile before leaning in to give you another sweet kiss.

this one was a bit more your pace.

his contact was rougher- still gentle- and it made you smile into his touch. you opened your mouth just the slightest bit, intensifying the kiss the two of you shared between each other. it was almost cute how renjun explored your mouth with his tongue; hesitant at first and then with a sudden hunger to taste you.

he whimpered quietly when you tugged on his soft hair, making you grin. “you’re so cute, baby,” you murmured against his lips, hearing him mimic the noise again. you were surprised- not really, though, considering how shy he was- at just how submissive he was into your touch.

it was almost like he wanted control but had no idea how to take it, and he was driving you crazy with it. pulling away with a sudden need for breath, renjun breathed heavily, capturing some much needed air between his lips. you just watched him, enjoying the hazy look in his eyes and how his hair seemed even more messed up than before.

leaning in to get a small peck from his lips, you grinned. he leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder and pressing his lips gently to your neck. “y’know, I had a whole speech planned,” he said shyly. you felt him tug at the strap across his back and you helped him get his camera off.

“yeah?”

he lifted his camera, pulling up one of the pictures he took of your float. instead, when you saw it, it wasn’t of the float at all. in the picture was you, a smile across your paint-stained face. cookie was in your arms and a flurry of paw prints danced down your shirt. behind you, you could see haechan, his normal teasing smile on his face as he looked at you.

renjun captured one of the best moments you could’ve imagined.

“I thought you looked so happy here,” he murmured out, letting you examine the picture further. “getting that picture was an accident, really. I was trying to take some random pictures. and when I checked my camera later I saw it. honestly, you look so perfect-”

you cut him off with a kiss.

he was so sweet to you. huang renjun, the silent and shy photographer, who just happened to reciprocate your feelings, was by far the sweetest guy on this planet, and you stood by that fact. you appreciated him, you really did, and this picture was probably one of the best things anyone had ever done for you.

“I like you, huang renjun.”

he grinned, tightening his grip around you. you lifted the camera to your eyes, a big smile on your face as you snapped a picture of his beaming smile. “oh really?” he said, feigning surprise, “sorry, I couldn’t tell from the way you just kissed me.”

you hummed, “don’t worry, there’ll be plenty more opportunities for you to realize.”

renjun’s blush grew significantly and you laughed, giving him a soft kiss.

you weren’t sure how it happened.

all you remembered was stumbling through the door to your apartment- mainly because you knew haechan was in his and your roommate wasn’t ever home- with your lips locked with renjun. how it had gotten so heated, you weren’t sure. all you knew was that the second you tugged on his hair during one of your sweet little kisses, choosing to gently bite at his lip at the same time, it made him lose it.

every sensation from then on out was one that resembled hunger. his lips caused a hot trail in its’ wake as he explored the soft skin of your neck. everything he did remained gentle, just filled with more passion than before. he bit gently at the skin of your collarbone, huffing out at the soft moan you released at the contact.

the two of you had hardly made it passed the door to your dorm, with him choosing to push you against the hard surface. he had a leg between yours, making you acutely aware of the way his thigh pressed against your heat in the best way possible. it was as if he didn’t even realize the type of contact he had against you until he moved suddenly, making a whine erupt from your lips when his thigh flexed.

“god, I-” you moaned out, cutting yourself off when you felt him softly suck at your skin. when the blossoming bruise turned purple, he pulled away, blowing cold air against the wet skin, making you shiver.

it was as if he knew your body like the back of your hand. it was strange to you, the way he had control over you. he seemed so submissive for you earlier, perfectly melting into your touch. however, now, he had everything in his hands. you were like putty and at one simple touch, you were doing everything for him, responding perfectly to his actions.

“hmm?” he hummed questioningly. trailing sweet kisses up your neck, he came to a pause at your neck. he kissed the skin beneath your ear, smiling at the way you visibly shivered, a soft whimper escaping your lips at his actions. “what is it, baby?”

you eagerly pulled him towards you, connecting your lips in a burning hot kiss. he groaned into your mouth, pulling you even closer. the space between you two was already gone, causing you to whine out as you felt your heat rub against his thigh. the sweet taste of friction was gone much sooner than you anticipated when he pulled his leg back.

however, quickly, he picked you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. instantly, you could feel his erection press against you and you groaned, whimpering at the feeling. by now, you were sure your pants were going to be ruined from your slick. and for sure he’d be able to feel it through the material when he pressed against you.

you didn’t know if you could handle much teasing.

renjun already had you incredibly on edge. the way his kisses ignited a burning fire in your belly and his hickeys left your breathless, you wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside you. honestly, you just wanted to cum around him and feel him fall apart inside you.

you were getting even more wet at the thought of it.

carrying you effortlessly to the couch, renjun dropped you down, taking his place between your legs. attaching his lips to yours again, his tongue explored your mouth while his hips subtly rolled against yours, testing the waters. instantly you could feel it, making you whimper and push up against him, eager to feel more of him against you.

kissing you breathlessly, renjun started a slow pace of humping against you, his hips pushing against yours. you could feel his clothes bulge press perfectly against your clothed clit, and honestly, you were on the verge of losing it. you didn’t know how much more you could take before you were going to cry his name out, begging for his cock to be inside you already.

“fuck, baby,” renjun cursed out, stalling against you. his hands went down to unbuckle his pants eagerly, pulling your jeans off in the process. he pushed your underwear to the side, allowing the cool air to hit your pussy in such a delicious way. you whimpered at the sight of his member as soon as it sprung out of his pants.

“ren, please,” you murmured out, putting a hand forward to wrap around his member. you stroked him softly, making an easy whimper escape his lips at the contact. for a moment, you saw his dominant persona break. a puppy dog look came over his eyes and he looked all but ready to succumb fully to whatever you wanted to do him/

however, almost instantly, he growled out, pushing his cock against your folds. getting himself slick, he leaned down to capture your lips in a messy, heated kiss. whenever his tongue entered your mouth, eagerly exploring, you felt his cock thrust into you, stretching your walls so deliciously.

“your pussy feels so good, baby,” renjun murmured against your lips before diving back into your mouth.

you whimpered at the feeling, tugging on his hair. almost instantly, his hips thrust into yours quickly, almost like an instant reaction to your touch. from there, renjun’s pace was a rollercoaster. he started out dangerously fast, almost making you cum. then, instantly, whenever you were close to your high, his pace slowed down.

he seemed to thrive off the way his name rolled off your tongue, his hips rabbiting up into yours every time a wanton moan escaped your lips- that, or you tugged on his hair. he seemed to love the action, never disappointing when you needed a change in pace. you’d just tug on his hair and he whimpered, thrusting into you harder and faster than before.

“fuck-” you whined, feeling his cock drag against that spot inside of you that made you see stars. it was almost as if his cock was the perfect fit for your pussy- and with how good he felt thrusting into you, you honestly believed it.

when both of you were close, renjun whined loudly into your ear, feeling your walls clench around his cock, milking the cum out of him. he painted your walls with white, filling you up so incredibly full that you didn’t want him to ever leave your pussy. when he tried to pull out, you shook your head, wrapping you legs around his waist and murmuring, “no, stay. feels good when ‘m full of you.”

god, renjun almost lost it again at that.

“hey, nice shirt,” haechan called out from a distance. he grinned at you, holding up cookie proudly, letting you see the mini version of the same exact shirt the two of you were wearing, except it was cat version. honestly, you had to give him props for that one.

with 30 minutes until the parade was supposed to start, you and haechan were pleased to announce that you had everything completed. the two of you were simply awaiting mark and jisung to appear with their bags of candy- which should be in a few minutes.

at some point, you had witnessed na jaemin running around in bunny slippers yelling out some girls name, huffing to himself when he only got strange looks in response. when you asked him about it, he simply had said, “you ever fuck a girl and then realize you shouldn’t have fucked that girl because there was another girl you fucked that you liked a lot more than the one you woke up with?”

honestly, no. no you had not.

renjun was already at the float field, taking pictures of the completed products for each float. when he rolled around to yours, you couldn’t help but send him a sly wink, smiling at how easy it was to make him blush. renjun was sure to capture a few pictures of the animals in their play pen, admiring your finished float.

it was nothing too fancy, really. it was just all that you and haechan and as pair could do together.

the banner jisung made hung off the side of the trailer, going down to a little bit above the road so it wouldn’t get caught under the tire. the white tarp ended up looking perfect with the matching puppy and cat paws splotted around, and at certain points, a few human prints meant to represent you and haechan. the pen area looked completed and proved to be quite the experience for the animals.

overall, you were really proud of the outcome. this had to be one of your best accomplishments yet. you hoped the float would provide business for the paw center and the several animals requiring treatment and homes. honestly, that’s all you ever wanted to accomplish from this entire homecoming idea.

yet, somehow, you were blessed with so much more.

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🍒Cherry Ice Cream🍒

A/N: Happy July! I planned this almost a year ago and finally got around to writing it...I hope you like it! As always, I appreaciate feedback a lot! Hope everyone has a lovely day <3

pairing: optional bias (male) x reader (gn)

words: ~ 3.7 k

genre: fluff, comedy, lifeguard!bias, reader is the most awkward and chaotic person ever (are we at the public pool or the circus?? seriously I’m so second hand embarrassed for her lmao), bias is the hottest man in existence, the universe has something against the reader apparently (rip)

PART 2 (nsfw, both parts can be read independently)

You approached the front entrance of the public swimming pool. Everything was still going by plan. Ever since the weather had gotten warmer, you’d had swimming on your mind. And every single person in your life had been made aware of it. Despite the friendly asking and the occasional begging, you still hadn’t found anyone to accompany you to the public swimming pool. You had heard all the reasons: Work, already planned vacations, a sick pet, a hatred of water, a hatred of people, you name it. After all the searching you had come to the conclusion that you were tired of waiting. Nothing could possibly rob you of your excitement about swimming pools. You’d go alone and have a wonderful time. It would be a relaxing day with loads of time just for you. So you had told yourself. But let’s face it, nothing could have prepared you for the utter chaos you were about to walk into.

It began before you had even set both feet into the facility. Your steps were light, and you beamed, ready to enter after you had paid. The strap of your sports bag had caught in the turnstile in the entrance area. Stubborn as you were, you yanked on it, instead of turning around and manually freeing the fabric from the steel contraption. You had put your entire weight on the line, tugging and pulling, when the strap finally came loose from the turnstile. As expected from such antics, you tripped and struggled in your flip-flops, blundering into the compound like a baby giraffe walking for the first time. By the time you tried to compose yourself to look cool and relaxed after such a mistake, you noticed him.

He, who looked like a Greek god blessing you with a visit on earth. He was all tan skin, red life-guard swim trunks, perfectly sculped shoulders, pushed back hair, a smile that put the sun to shame and sunglasses sitting on top of his head. Instantly you thanked yourself for not seriously injuring yourself. The young godman crossed the lawn, presumably to take his seat by the pool, watching out for the visitors. Only he made it look like he was strutting on a runway at Paris fashion week. All you could do was pray that he hadn’t seen you entering his workplace headfirst like some impatient six-year-old.

As people passed you, you realized you were standing in the same spot where you had almost fallen a minute ago. Manifesting that this was just the silly beginning to a perfect day, you paraded into the shaded grassy area to find a spot to set up your things. Countless groups of friends, families, and lone visitors like yourself had already settled down, but you managed to find a fine spot. It was the superb balance between sunny and shady and not too far from the swimming pools and water slides. In seconds you had shed off your clothes to reveal your swimsuit underneath. Although you could barely keep yourself waiting, you decided it was best to stay there a short while before you threw yourself into the waves. Just until the sunscreen had absorbed into your skin. Meanwhile, you would unpack the catchy book you had recently begun to read.

Now and then you raised your head and peeked at the cute lifeguard. You seriously had no intentions of coming across like a creep, but you couldn’t stop yourself. The way he patrolled the side of the large pool had more coolness than the prettiest shot of a hot movie star in a film. You allowed yourself a few seconds, then you’d go back to your novel. The sounds of summer floated through the air – children laughing, water splashing, birds chirping above you – and the scent of the sunscreen catapulted you straight on cloud 9. It felt like your own small piece of paradise. Little did you know, the universe had so much more in store for you.

You hadn’t been buried in your book for even 10 minutes when a group of kids ran by. They were passing a water ball from one to the other and giggling uncontrollably. You saw it coming in your peripheral vision but had no time to react. As they had reached your level, one of them punched the ball especially hard. And instead of catching it, the dark blue ball bounced off one child’s hands and straight into the side of your face. It knocked your sunglasses off the bridge of your nose, but more importantly gave you the fright of your life. You dropped your book while the children’s mother scolded them from the side. After the initial surprise you couldn’t accept their apologies quickly enough. Anything if it could spare you from even more attention from random guests around you. Impulsively, your eyes searched for the cute lifeguard. But he was looking into the opposite direction. At least fate had saved you from embarrassing you in front of him. The last thing you wanted was to look like more of a clown than you had when entering the facility earlier. But against your expectations, the train of unfortunate events was only beginning.

Surely things would be more peaceful in the water, you had thought. When you finally entered the cool pool, it felt like heaven on earth. Fearing a case of recurrence, you avoided the shallower areas, where the children crowded and went straight for the deeper waters. Finally experiencing some form of relaxation, you swam and dived a few laps around the pool. Now and then you caught a glimpse of the lifeguard on the far end of the pool. Just to make sure he was still there. Just to make sure he’s still as handsome as when you first spotted him. And you weren’t disappointed. Gesturing kindly, he helped an elderly woman find directions to the restaurant on the far end of the site. From up closer, his smile and his jaw were even prettier – even though it had seemed impossible for him to become even more perfect.

After a while, your limbs became tired and you retracted into less busy waters, close to the exit and entrance area of the swimming pool. As you paddled your way through bodies, a bug startled you. It had by all appearances chosen you as its victim, as it took direct flight into your face. Even when you swat it away and turned around to change directions, it kept chasing you and only you. Like some crazy, obsessed stalker, it followed you to the edge of the pool. Eventually, you became tired of running and turned to it. If some random flying beetle wanted to fight you, so be it. To the untrained eye, you might have appeared like a lunatic, fanning the air, and squinting against the bright sunlight. But it was war, and you would square up against the most annoying of bugs. After a while, you realized that you were waving off the air – no more bug in sight. Only then you noted the little girl laughing in your direction from the poolside. You were way too mortified to turn into his direction at first, but when you found the lifeguard, he was conversing with one of his co-workers. Once again, you were safe.

Your next approach at a good time was the colorful waterslide close by. Certainly, these heights would not include micro-aggressive bugs. Instead, they included something far more unsettling. Considering there were toddlers going down the waterslide, you deemed it safe and fun. Your mind changed in the first sharp turn, when you tumbled over and hit your elbow from the sudden change of direction. Maybe you should have just stayed in the ring with the bug instead of choosing this more than violent escape. But it was too late. Once on the slide, you had to make it through to the finish line – more or less in one piece. Your grand finale composed of a semi-somersault off the edge of the waterslide into the pool. Although it wasn’t intentional, you still hoped it looked somewhat graceful to the audience at the bottom. Hint: No, it didn’t. You looked like a baby monkey that had been sent down a self-constructed-waterslide in someone’s backyard. It was a disaster.

Feeling over-heated and exhausted from the sun and your embarrassing antics, you found a drinking fountain by the showers to refresh yourself. Patiently, you waited in the short line until it was your turn. As fate wanted it, the next messy incident wasn’t long in the coming. In fact, it only took four sips of water before you accidentally inhaled some of it. You stepped back, choking, coughing, and gasping for air all at once. A helpful woman showed mercy with you and your awkward behavior and softly pat your back. “Are you okay, dear?” she asked. Unable to speak just yet, you smiled and nodded gratefully. Great. Maybe you should add “clown” onto your previous professions in your CT. By now, half the visitors probably knew who you were – a walking safety hazard to yourself.

After retreating to your bath towel set-up in the shade for a while, you had almost found new hope that the universe wasn’t against you that day. You managed to lie there, for a whole hour, without any issues. But then, slowly, another idea crept up on you. After all, what was summer without ice cream? By chance, you happened to know the little ice cream truck next to the yellow waterslide sold your favorite brand of ice lolly. So off you went, money in hands and wild determination in your head. The visual of the handsome lifeguard lingered in your mind even after you had passed the chair he was sitting on by the poolside. You acquired your ice lolly successfully and ripped the wrapper right away. It tasted like summer in food format, and you reveled in the cold treat for a while, as you strolled back in the direction of your bath towel.

Fully aware that you would have to walk by the insanely cute lifeguard again, you tried your best to look cool, next to the large pool. In your imagination, you were glowing in the sun, hair slightly flowing in the warm breeze and steps bouncing happily. You were the personification of summer bloom and radiating everything good about the season. For a moment, you closed your eyes and actually indulged in the warmth on your face. That was when the next mishap struck.

You didn’t even understand what was happening at first. Someone accidentally bumped into you – or did you bump into them? Upon the impact, you opened your eyes. Your ice-cream had vanished from your hands. Turns out, you had dropped it and it had landed only two feet from you. Out of balance, you stumbled ahead even after the impact. And of course, only a second later your foot stepped directly onto the ice lolly. Inevitably, you skidded and struggled to stay on your feet by means of flinging and waving your arms in the air. As if you were some stranger, trying to attract the attention of an aircraft whilst stranded on a desert island. One thing was for sure, you had everyone’s observance tied to you. With an involuntary but comedic performance of theatrical extent, you fell and hit the water surface.

The cool hit you so suddenly, you had swallowed a gulp of water before your instincts had time to set in. Quickly, your limbs began paddling to get you back to the surface. At that instant, a pair of arms suddenly linked under your armpits and swooped you up from underwater. Your brain processed what was going on. Without a doubt, someone had jumped after you and was pulling you out of the water. Stubbornly, you tried to avoid the idea of the cute lifeguard helping you out. Christ, that would really be the peak of all your embarrassing moments. No, it was probably the person you had run into, or someone who had already been in the water.

When you were placed by the poolside and blinked against the blending sun, your worst concerns came to pass. There he was, so close you could have touched his face. His worried expression changed when you opened your eyes, and he smiled, relieved. “Is everything alright?” he asked. You’d think this would make you into the most shamefaced person on the planet. And yet, all you could wonder was how two people’s genes could combine so flawlessly, so beautifully, to create such a man. When he got no answer from your moonstruck figure, he furrowed his eyebrows in alarm.

“Oh my- my god,” you stammered. “Yes! I’m fine, I’m sorry!”

You weren’t sure why you were apologizing. For worrying him? For inconveniencing him? For causing another scene? Either way, he grinned, and you felt your cheeks heat up terribly. You had to get away from there before something cringy came out of your mouth. Although you weren’t sure there was any way you could have made this more awkward than it already was.

“Make sure you have no injuries, okay?” he asked, helping you up. “If you need any medical assistance, just let me or one of the other lifeguards know.”

“Um…okay,” you said. Wow. That was no way to flirt with the most attractive person you had ever met. With all this drama you had gone through on that day, the universe could have at least blessed you with a romantic, your-life-savior-realizes-he-just-met-the-love-of-his-life moment. But no. The movies really were one massive hoax.

“It’s probably best you take a little break from the surprise, before you go back into the water,” he advised you. “And don’t hesitate to ask, if you need any more help.”

If only he knew how many times you had already tried to take a break from the surprise after everything on that day. You stood on your feet safely but felt like a cat that had fallen into the bathtub. At last, you managed a smile in the lifeguard’s direction. “Thank you.”

Funny enough, the stares people gave you bothered you only slightly as you walked back to your spot under the trees. Maybe you had used up all your embarrassment for the day. Nothing could intimidate you anymore. That meant, whatever happened from now on, it couldn’t get worse. Somehow after the pinnacle of chaos, you finally felt some inner tranquility. You went back to your novel, now and then keeping an eye out for potential water balls coming your way. But everything was calm. As time went on, you lost yourself completely in the story line and forgot about everything around you. Maybe this was all meant to happen. Perhaps it was a message, that you should have waited for your family to have a free day, or for your friend to come back from vacation. Would the same things have happened? There was no way to tell. Just as you reached a specifically exciting scene in the novel, a figure suddenly appeared in front of you. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Hey,” the handsome lifeguard stood there, smiling kindly. Wide-eyed, you straightened up and greeted him shyly.

“I couldn’t help but notice how happy you were about that ice cream earlier,” he said. “But then you…lost your ice cream.”

“What an interesting way of saying I stomped on it and made an absolute fool of myself,” you smirked. He chuckled.

“However you want to put it, I thought maybe you could use some cheering up,” he went on. “So I got you a new one.”

He pulled two ice-lollies from behind his back. “One for you, one for me.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “You bought me this? I don’t want to sound rude… but aren’t you supposed to be looking out for the next victim to repeat my foolery?”

“I’m on my break,” he laughed. His eyes crinkled up cutely when he smiled, and it only made your stomach flutter more. “If you want me to leave, I will. I’m not trying to be weird or obtruding. Just making sure you’re okay, because I noticed you’re here alone.”

“Oh. No! Feel free to stay here for as long as you want!” you said, and now maybe you were the one sounding obtrusive. You scooted over and let him take a spot on your bathmat. You thanked him for the ice cream and gleefully unwrapped it. “My friends and family weren’t available today. But I really, really wanted to come here today. Maybe not my brightest idea.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen way worse plunges than yours. You were lucky, really. You got away with a small shock and nothing more. It was pretty impressive, actually.”

“I’m glad I have entertaining qualities, at least.”

“I’m just messing with you,” he laughed. “I’m glad you’re fine. This place gets a little wild during the afternoon, especially on weekends.”

“You don’t say,” you chuckled.

“I recommend coming here in the mornings or late evenings, if you want a little more peace and quiet.”

“Thanks, I’ll probably consider it. Do you work here full time?” you asked.

“No, this is just a summer job,” he said. “It’s great. I get to swim for free and be outside a lot. Not to mention this is one of my favorite places in town.”

“You love swimming too?” you asked and regretted it right away. A lifeguard who hated swimming made no sense, after all. But he didn’t seem to think your words were silly.

“I do! I come here a lot to swim, when it’s not as busy and I don’t have to work,” he said. The thought of seeing him again when you came back in a few days – which you already knew you would – made you feel some sort of way. You had been embarrassed, but his sweet words had appeased you. You could definitely get used to seeing his face all summer long. The two of you talked for some time, while you both finished your ice cream. You learned his name, which was just as beautiful as its owner, and that he thought you had actually looked pretty cute (!) when you fell into the pool. You swore he wasn’t even real. Perhaps he was merely a hallucination, a product of your imagination, to cheer yourself up after your messy day. Either way, your head was up in the clouds as long as he was sitting there, next to you, with his perfect shoulders and charming voice. Soon, he had to excuse himself, though. His break was over and as he had put it, he needed to prevent any more ice cream-murders from happening.

After your conversation, the universe had apparently shifted in your favor. You spent the entire rest of your day without any more misfortunes. Like you had talked to a lucky charm who had done miracles for you, you had a fantastic time. You were even brave enough to face a few more go’s down the ever-so-threatening waterslide. As it got later, more people went home, and just as he had predicted, things calmed down. And you were convinced you would stay until the bitter end. Only when a female voice announced over the speakers that the swimming pool would close in 30 minutes, you slowly started to pack up your things.

As you approached the exit, you scanned the area for your favorite lifeguard. But he was nowhere to be found. You assumed he had already finished his shift and gone home. But as luck would have it, as you neared the bicycle stands to retrieve your bike, you saw him already there. His eyes beamed when he noticed you.

“Wow, you held out a long time,” he said. “Had fun?”

“I did,” you said. You could only be grateful your ice-cream massacre was the sole of your antics he had witnessed that afternoon. Who knew how he would look at you if he had experienced your full chaotic capacity? “Thank you again, for making sure I was fine. And for the ice cream.”

“It was no big deal,” he said. “It’s what I’m here for.”

“To buy random girls ice cream?” you teased.

“No, only the special ones get the ice cream.”

“Define special.”

“To be honest? I was genuinely concerned you would feel down. I’ve seen you almost trip over when you first came in, you got hit in the face by a ball, I’ve witnessed your little quarrel with that bug and your somersault from the waterslide looked pretty rough. After all that you choked on water and then ended up falling into the pool and losing your ice cream. I supposed you could need some serious cheering up.”

Oh my god. If only you could have opened a portal straight to hell, you would have taken the chance on the spot. All this time he had been watching you? It couldn’t get more mortifying than this.

“Sorry, I sound like some creepy stalker,” he said. “I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just you-“

“I looked like a clown in a neon suit?”

“You’re really pretty,” he said. Your cheeks warmed up and you could have yelled out loud.

“But you have to admit, at least the clown part is true.”

“Maybe,” he joked. “Don’t be embarrassed. I thought you were – are – adorable.”

“Thank you,” you managed to say. What the hell were you doing? The most handsome guy was complimenting you. You had to take your chance. “Maybe sometime I could buy you some ice cream too? If you feel like it-“

“I’d love that,” he smiled. It was only the beginning of summer, but it was a glorious one. You already knew it could only get better. Instead of cursing the universe, you had to say your thank you’s now. Without your string of bad luck, things would have never led this way. Perhaps fortune was on your side, after all.

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bunnykawa · 4 years ago

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hungry (osamu miya x f. reader)

summary: You have a big crush on the handsome owner of an onigiri shop. He thinks it’s annoying. Or does he?

a/n: eh idk what this is. timeskip love haha. but this might be a triggering so please keep that in mind and read the warnings

warnings: 18+, yandere themes, noncon/dubcon/rape, raw sex, kinda public sex?, some degradation, little bit of spanking and hairpulling, abusive language, violence, stalking, mentions of past sexual abuse, you vomit but it's not sexualized it's trauma-induced, timeskip!osamu :)

The energy of the restaurant is oddly calm tonight. Nights are almost never tranquil at Onigiri Miya with the constant parade of people coming in, so you hum in satisfaction when you scan the restaurant and there's barely anyone here. You stare down at your half-eaten onigiri and the loyalty stamp card that you filled up from how often you come here. After nine visits, you get a free onigiri on your tenth one as long as you show them your stamp card.

This is your hundredth visit—you remember because the first time you entered Onigiri Miya was ten stamp cards ago. The staff already know your name, if not by your face and your timid behavior that makes you stutter when ordering the same thing every time they see you. As peculiar as they think you are (for coming to Onigiri Miya at the same time on Fridays and Saturdays for the past six months and sitting alone quietly until they close), they warmly welcome you.

It's only you in the dining area tonight. The few employees that Onigri Miya has must have left earlier than usual. You suddenly tense up in your seat and grip onto your cup of freshly-poured hot tea tightly between tremulous fingers. The familiar male figure, standing at over six feet tall with beautiful broad shoulders, passes by the front counter, disappearing as he makes his way to the back.

After you let out a harsh breath, you adjust your phone from behind your purse on the table. Your phone is propped up behind it, the camera lens slightly peeking over the faux leather. Butterflies form in your stomach when you see that you were still recording and you caught him on camera.

Yes, you go to Onigiri Miya because the food is amazing. Somehow, they make a dish as simple as a rice ball so delectable and appetizing and you adore them because of it. But hyperfixation is a fucking bitch, your thought process is a little flawed, and the real reason why you frequent the establishment is because Osamu Miya is absolutely gorgeous. Every time you see him, you're left wondering what it would be like to run your fingers through his dark hair or how his lips feel pressed against yours. Your thoughts run wild. How does he like his eggs in the morning? What's his family like? Does he sleep on the right side of the bed? Left side? In the middle? Does he have space for you on his bed?

How does it feel to be loved by Osamu Miya?

Every time you visit the restaurant, visibly nervous with anxiety beating in your chest and your throat closing as you try to speak, you feel that you're one step close to finding out. And maybe you did feel it once. Just once. You're unsure if that one special moment you shared with Osamu was genuine from his heart with good intentions, but you would do anything for that feeling to last forever. And if that made your whole being feel as if you were floating, then why wouldn't it be the same for him?

So, that's why you're here. To relive that special moment in the way that you fantasized about—something that can become a fond memory instead of a dream deep inside your head that leaves you yearning for physicality. Desire is the only sensation that you've felt for the past six months and it's torture to watch the man that you've fallen in love with barely acknowledge you as a person even if he's seen your face in his restaurant consistently every week since you first met. Since he saved you.

Six months later. Six months to move on. Six months to get help and yet you're still digging your hands into your panties and biting onto your sheets to gag yourself because of one man after every visit to his restaurant.

"Hey."

Oh, that voice makes your thighs tremble every time you hear it. As stoic and impassive as it is, it's the same voice that gave you solace when you were beaten down in the dark to bleed on concrete. You're gritting your teeth—nearly moaning at the sweet sound—as that voice almost breaks you out of your thoughts. Almost.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Osamu asks in a deadpan tone from his place behind the counter. You jolt suddenly. For someone who's so obsessive with small details, you sure don't pay much attention to your surroundings. You quickly shake your head when you realize that he's talking to you.

"Y-yes. I'm...I'm fine, O...samu," you squeak in embarrassment. You don't realize it, but you're clutching onto your stamp card with white knuckles. His gray hooded eyes seem to be staring right through you, as if he knows why you're here tonight, what you're looking for. But whatever he does notice, he doesn't mention. His eyes dart down to your purse before he maintains eye contact with you.

He places his hand on the counter to lean on it. The small action makes your mouth dry. He's so fucking beautiful. "It's almost ten-o'clock. I'm gonna close up. You should leave soon."

But you don't want to leave yet. Tonight was supposed to be the night that you finally made your dreams come true. It's only him and you in the restaurant tonight, so it must mean something.

"Where...where's the rest of the c-crew?" you ask shakily. Fuck, get yourself together. You just need an excuse not to leave. And he might know your name, but he doesn't know you. Not yet.

He raises a thick eyebrow at your question before answering, "Left early tonight. Just me taking care of the shop." You should have noticed. This is why you leave your phone recording while you're there—you don't want to miss anything in case you get distracted.

But does he want you to leave? Your heart aches at the thought of him not wanting your presence when you've been craving his for so long. "I see," you mutter awkwardly.

What do I do now?

"You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?" he says after a few seconds of awkward silence. You haven't moved from your seat and neither has Osamu moved from his spot to "close up" as he said he would. You wonder if the door is already locked.

"What do you mean?" Your heart is thumping more now than it has in the past three hours you've been here. Osamu lives in your brain rent-free yet you can barely breathe around him. Now he's speaking to you. Actually speaking to you.

"You know exactly what I mean," he calmly accuses you. The unexpected shift in his tone makes your blood run cold. "Wonder if your phone has run out of storage yet. Funny you go out of your way to come here twice a week just to record me."

"What?!" you cry out, suddenly shooting up from your seat. Your chair skids a few inches across the floor behind you before it tilts and hits the ground with a crash. The quick movement causes the table in front of you to shake and make your phone to fall back as well, the screen smashing against the wood and the camera lens facing up towards the ceiling. You feel like you're about to have a heart attack. Your vision goes blurry from tears suddenly threatening to overflow because were you that obvious?

"I noticed. A long time ago. Remember you from that night back in the alley. Very unique face you got there," Osamu hums. He steps around the counter to make his way towards you. You cower into the wall beside your table, your eyes darting from your phone and Osamu's threatening figure.

Back in the alley. The image of the back alley behind Onigiri Miya flashes in your mind. Dark, wet, and sadly gray. That's where you first met him.

"Didn't expect to see you back here. Thought you might've developed PTSD or something with how you were crying. Now you're stalking me."

"No," you loudly plead, shaking your head side to side, "I don't know what you're talking about!" You're lying straight through your teeth. That's funny—you've been coming to his restaurant for a chance to see him again, but he's coming closer and closer and you're terrified instead of happy. Your knees buckle as you press your back against the wall. You squeeze your eyes shut as the memories come flooding back into your system in vivid detail.

He continues on, "Don't even lie to me. Stalking me like a crazy bitch. I wasn't sure what I should do about you. I felt bad for you and let you continue doing this, even thought about calling the police for a little bit, but…"

Osamu almost never talks to you, maybe a few times where he's handling the register and the orders and he has to talk to you, but he's always in the open kitchen where you can freely admire him when you want to, always an arm's length away. When you would think about what your first conversation together would be like, you always imagined his words to be kind. Sweet. Maybe he'd say he admired you—

"...you're a little fucked up in the head, huh?"

His tone is hostile. There's no love laced in any of the syllables falling from his tongue. He's annoyed. He hates the fact that you want him—it's that obvious but you don't want to believe it, especially when you think you worked so hard. It's not fair.

Your mind is hazy as he's coming closer and closer to your trembling form. You see his lips moving and the calm expression on his face turn into hard evil, but your ears can't decipher what he's saying. His words have faded into white noise. And you've seen him multiple times, traced his face through the screen of your phone, admired him from afar at the same spot in his restaurant for months, but his face is sharper, harsher, and almost unrecognizable. Is this really the man that saved you? Is this really Osamu Miya?

Your blood is pumping loudly in your ears. It's the only sound that you can make out other than your heavy breathing. God, if he gets any closer...

Then, the adrenaline kicks in and you're lunging at him with your arms outstretched towards his large frame. You don't know what you're going to do and sure as hell you're no match for him, but your body is screaming at you. Your senses are running wild, like the aura that Osamu is emitting is lighting you on fire and making you act on primal instinct. It's telling you to fight.

To fight him. To bash your tiny fists against his handsome face because he should have fallen in love with you the moment that you fell in love with him, but he has the audacity to leave you hanging for half a year and call you a stalker.

And it's painful. You're not sure which hurts more, but at this moment, the physical pain is excruciating. You can't breathe anymore, not when his calloused hands (from years of training on the court, which you found out from the internet, and in the kitchen) are wrapped around your throat. You can't think straight either—your head hit the ground a little too hard and the world is spinning. Osamu's face is contorted in anger and even if your world is spinning, his features are as clear as day.

Your memories start crashing down inside your brain in fragments. The pain, frustration, and sadness hit you all at once—it’s nauseating. It’s as if Osamu can sense this, too, because as soon as he notices your sick expression, he flips you over to force you on your knees with one arm around your waist, his hand in your scalp to hold your head in place towards the floor and then you’re heaving and gagging out the rice balls you consumed earlier. Your throat is on fire and you're still coughing up pieces of rice.

“You gross bitch,” he mutters.

You gross bitch.

It's bouncing around in your ear drum until it fades into cotton, a familiar set of words that cut you deep that you were able to pick up on easily among the other curses he's been throwing at you. The same words from six months ago. A trigger? Yeah, that's what the internet calls it. You almost died, or at least that's what it felt like. That's the only way you can describe it, the only way you were able to make sense of what happened, because you feel that you might as well have.

It was from someone else's mouth—a disgusting, grimy man whose face haunted your dreams for months, a man with greasy fingers that put his hands on you, who beat you until you were nearly unconscious with blood dripping down your chin, who ripped you away of your pride and worth until you were nothing. The concrete was wet and cold, scraping against your sensitive skin and breaking through layers as he rutted into you. His breath fucking stunk and for fuck's sake, you don't know if you've seen anyone uglier, but as fucked up as it is, he made you feel ugly.

You thought you saw an angel that day. The backdoor to Onigiri Miya opened up and when you finally opened your eyes and looked up, there he was—with blank gray eyes that stared down at the scene before him in slight disgust, and then he ripped the repulsive body off of your half-naked form. You were too weak.

While you were weak and scared and incoherent, Osamu saw you and didn't hesitate to protect you. At the end of every dream you've had since then, Osamu always came to help you.

And that should've been the end of it. That should've been the last time. You can't go through that again. No, no, no. You don't deserve to go through that again.

You don't deserve it.

You're more responsive and awake once Osamu bends you over the table you were sitting at, then your senses are overloading, telling you to resist, to keep fighting. You're so tired, at this point you're completely heartbroken, but you can't—you can't just give up yet. He's holding you down, restraining your wrists with one hand while his other hand is at your waistband pulling your shorts down your thighs. You're kicking at him with whatever strength you have left even if the taste in your mouth is vile, he's much stronger than you, and your head is pounding from the anxiety. You're grateful that you can even breathe.

But it feels like your body has failed you, once again, and for a second you think that you do deserve it. The adrenaline is almost gone, you can barely lift a finger, you feel like passing out, and—fuck—you're so stupid, so dependent on one person to make you feel high. With Osamu...you don't even know what to think. The image you dreamed of is long gone. It's sad that reality can crash over you so easily and ruin everything.

"Get off of me!" you scream. Over and over again. Until your voice cracks and your throat is on the brink of bleeding, coughing out your poor lungs. Until it's nothing but the essence of your torment. Your cup of tea, now warm, has spilled all over the table and is slowly seeping into your hair as your cheek rubs against the wood. And there's nothing else you can do, because Osamu is still behind you with your hands trapped by his. Your shorts and your panties are around your ankles. His jeans are unbuttoned and it's out.

You don't want to fight anymore, you're fucking terrified. So terrified that you can't bring yourself to move. As soon as you stop fighting, his breathing becomes steady and he's using less force on you. Sobs rack through your body hysterically when you feel it.

It's throbbing against your thigh—warm, leaking precum, long, and thick. The skin-to-skin contact in such an intimate area is making the hairs on the back of your neck rise. That tiny voice inside of your head is telling you to look back at it to see if his dick matches the image you made up in your head. Is it exactly how you pictured it? Is it as pretty?

He's wiping his precum against your tense skin. When you flinch at the tip of his cock rubbing against you, he bites his lip and kneads one of your ass cheeks with his free hand, spreading your holes open and ever so gently brushing his thumb over your pussy.

"You're...wet," he comments. You hear it. He dips his thumb between your folds and swipes it up and down and you hear the squelching of your cunt over your heavy breathing. That's—that's not right. No, you shouldn't be feeling this way. He pushes his thumb deeper into your cunt and slowly pulls it back out. You flinch and arch your back slightly at the sudden sensation, making you push your ass towards him. He lets out a breathy laugh at your reaction.

His thumb disappears for a second but it's instantly replaced with his dick probing at your entrance. With a roll of his hips, he breaks through your squishy flesh with some difficulty.

A loud yelp and a slurry of protests falls from your wet desperate lips. You wriggle your bottom, trying to create space between your two bodies, jerking away from him with whatever strength you have left. However, Osamu keeps going until he's completely bottomed out, filling you up until his tip is flush against your cervix. He lets go of your wrists so he could keep a firm grip on your hips instead. Whenever you moved, it burned.

Stop.

The stretch is unbearable—it's been half a year since you've had someone else inside you. The burn of having your hole forcefully split open wide again against your will has your head going delirious with so many mixed emotions. Fuck's sake, this isn't right and it's been heavily engraved in your brain for months that you have every right to fight back. Although you haven't been thinking straight for a long time, you're still lucid enough for your ears to work and soak up information like a sponge. He's moving, rutting his hips into your hot cunt cruelly. You can still fight him off, maybe you'd win if you tried again.

But this is Osamu. Your heart fucking aches for him and you want to get away, but it's Osamu drilling into your heat and it's just not fair. It's not fair because your body is still responding to his malicious touch. It's not fair because even if it hurts—and fuck, it hurts so damn much—you're involuntarily grinding your ass into him. It's not fucking fair because you can't hate him.

Why is life never fair?

"No," you sob, "No, no, no. It hurts. It hurts. Please stop." Your hot tears are mixing with the puddle of tea that's pooling underneath your cheek and your tongue still tastes foul from your little episode. You’re scared you might start gagging again.

"Stop?" he muses, "Haven't you been loitering in my restaurant because you've been craving my cock? You wanted this for months and the one time I give it to you, you're telling me to stop?" Osamu slams into your poor little cunt despite your pained cries and babbling. Your pussy is clamping around him, your body trying to accommodate his length and girth breaking into you so suddenly.

"Osamu." His name would've tasted so good if the situation was different. Little did you know that you pushed him passed his breaking point a long time ago. But Osamu knew that you were beyond yours ever since he met you. If only you weren't so fucking weird, maybe then he would've pitied you—maybe he would've genuinely felt something for you.

What a shame that you fell in love with a man who wouldn't be able to understand you.

"I'm tired of you coming into my restaurant," he grunts, snapping his hips against yours roughly, "-and treating me like I'm some kind of animal. Do I look like a fucking animal to you?"

You choke, “No. You don’t—that’s not why—please. You don’t understand.”

“Then tell me," he coaxes. But how do you tell him? Are you supposed to be honest? You're afraid that if you are honest, Osamu will treat you just as badly as he is now. It's also hard for you to collect your thoughts and find a sincere explanation that he could listen to—you're too focused on the many sensations pulsing through you. He raises a bulky arm only bring it down instantly to smack your ass with rough hands. The sudden impact forces you forward for a split second. Then he brings his hand down a few more times, until he's satisfied with the dark red hand print with tiny splotches dotted across your skin.

Is this a punishment for everything that you've done within the last six months? Punishment for admiring him through sneaky videos and pictures? Punishment for thinking about him all the time? You feel like a criminal, caught red-handed and forced to go through torture and suffer for your ungodly sins. Each time he hits you, you're twitching from the painful sting and praying for forgiveness.

"Stop it!" you beg through tears, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It hurts so much." Apologies start spilling from your sore throat impulsively.

I'm sorry, Osamu.

Please stop, Osamu.

It really hurts, Osamu.

But nothing that comes out of your mouth convinces him, and after awhile it's more like you're trying to convince yourself more. Suddenly the burning in your sensitive cunt is replaced with the inebriating desire and hunger for more friction between your two bodies and it leaves a shameful tint to bloom over you. You're salivating over his dick—you wanna see it so bad even if you're scared—and the guilt is eating at you on the inside. It feels good, actually enough to have you gripping onto the edge of the table and sucking Osamu into your cunt so that he doesn't pull back too far.

"Don't tell me that it hurts," he groans, "Your pussy is creaming all over me. You can't lie to me anymore."

He's right. You're lying more to yourself than him, though. You don't tell him to stop anymore, settling with swear words and a chorus of Osamu! Osamu! Osamu! It's amazing, intoxicating, and it also makes you feel disgusting. The way his cock fills up your tight pussy perfectly and how his balls are consistently smacking your clit and stimulating it—you're drooling from the pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" he huffs, "Is this what you wanted? To be a cockwhore for me?"

Your body betrays you and you're left moaning and crying at the same time with breathy words that Osamu can't decipher because you're a complete mess, but he swears he can hear you agree without hesitation. "Y-yes, fuck yes! Your cock is s-so amazing," you cry out, "Hurts so good, Osamu!"

It's not enough. Although you're gradually submitting to him, it's still not enough for the sadistic side of him. He wants to hear more of you, to push you until you're braindead and nothing more than a hole to stretch and tear apart just for the hell of it. He leans over you just to grab you by the disheveled hair on your scalp. Another scream leaves you as he pulls you up to be able to growl in your ear.

"Tell me everything, you whore," he breathes, softly yet maliciously. You try to answer him but the angle he has your neck at from the grip on your hair is choking you.

"Why'd you keep coming here? Obsessive little bitch. Why're you still here?" It's like he's laughing in your face even if his voice and expression say otherwise. He's mocking your pain, making you relive your trauma as if it was all a fucking joke. As if you’re incapable of feeling pain.

This isn't even supposed to feel as good as it does, yet it does. The way he calls you an obsessive little bitch has your stomach doing flips and your cheeks to flush even more. Then you're confused. You're enjoying his cock forced inside you and it's damn confusing.

Fuck, it’s enough to further damage your overstimulated psyche and turn you into someone you never thought you would be. An empty shell of the person you used to be because your body doesn’t even fucking feel like your body anymore. Nothing feels real anymore, like you're shifting through universes and living lifetimes but you're stuck in one place at the same time. Why do you always come back here?

You turn your head to the side, enough for you to see his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, probably from concentration on your slick pussy, and then he notices you staring at him. You don't utter another word, you might just choke and spew if you even open your mouth to attempt to (and holy shit, you don't want to embarrass yourself anymore), but your eyes—they answer his question in heavy silence. It’s enough for him to understand and see right through you. Loud and clear although you don't speak.

Because you saved me.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let out another sob, but this cry is full of guilty pleasure instead with barely any tears. It has you nearly passing out and feeling sick to your stomach and just please—make it stop hurting. But it feels so damn good at the same time, to have the tip of his swelling cock kissing your cervix every time he slams into you, grinding his hips against your sweet cunt. Your body contracts violently as you release your liquids all around Osamu's cock, pushing your ass against his pelvis and knocking your empty tea cup and purse off the table. Intitially, the loud crash makes you jolt but it's nothing compared to how your orgasm crashing over you has you screaming and thrashing around pathetically.

You're cumming. You're cumming. You can't believe you're fucking cumming. You've never felt this way before and you always believed that sex was painful but you're still cumming long and hard on Osamu's cock. Your juices are being forced out of you.

And you didn't even want it.

You're embarrassed and oddly satisfied at the same time. Your cum is dribbling down your legs and there's no doubt that it's dripping down Osamu's pelvis and thighs, too. He lets go of your hair and your head drops forward onto the table with a thump. You wince at the contact, but you don't move.

After a few silent minutes (silent other than your audible panting) exhaustion finally hits you, and with a heavy breath you completely collapse against the table. You finally stop your death grip on the sides of the table to let them dangle off the edge. Your scalp is sore, it makes your head pound when you move your head even slightly.

A soft tired gasp escapes your throat in surprise; you feel little pecks going up your back and across your shoulders.

Then there’s feather-light kisses tickling your shoulder that leaves an agitated tingle in your nerves and—why? Why bother being gentle at this point? But the fluttering in your pelvis doesn't stop. He slips out of you just to turn your weak body over so you're laying on your back. You instantly move your eyes further down and—

It's pretty. Prettier than you imagined. His cock is fucking pretty. It's hypnotizing as you scan the vein running underneath the skin and the pink swollen head oozing clear liquid. It's glistening, dripping, with juices.

Holy shit, those are your juices.

It dawns on you that you both connected. Although not in the way that you had hoped, definitely not, but...you connected in the most physically intimate way possible. You felt him, his warmth, his damp skin, everything. Your eyes drift upwards. He's breathing heavily, his chest visibly moving. He has a firm grip on your thighs to keep you in place—you're not going anywhere. You don't want to go anywhere. Examining his face, you can see everything, every single detail. His lips, his lidded eyes, his cute nose, the shape of his face, and—wow—Osamu is pretty. So pretty. He's nearly angelic when you take a closer look. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to him before.

You hope you're not imagining it, because you see something different behind his blank stare as if he's in as much of an awe as you are while you look up at him lovingly, like he didn't just hurt you. He took you against your will and yet you're staring at him like he just told you that you were his world. Are you a fucking idiot? Are you delusional?

"Do you love me?"

The question leaves him before he realizes his lips are forming the words. Osamu looks down at you, no other emotion laced in any of his handsome features except for distaste and...curiosity? With parted puffy lips and despair etched onto your cheeks, you slowly nod. The glazed look in your eyes draws him closer to your face, scrutinizing every part of your soft skin. He braces his hands on both sides of your trembling form. One part of your cheek is still wet from the tea that spilled earlier and your hair is disgustingly moist from a mixture of sweat and earl grey and you feel anxious again.

"Okay," he says, voice as monotonous and dead as usual, but also worn out and accompanied with heavy breathing. You tense when he leans even closer, but quickly relax when you feel him kiss your forehead. It's a delicate kiss that makes your heart flutter. Then he trails further and connects your lips. It's short, but wet and sweet. He hadn't kissed you on your mouth the whole night, it probably would have been too weird for him to kiss a sad stalker he didn't know, especially when you vomited on his otherwise spotless floor. The taste of him is lingering on your skin—you're almost afraid to lick your lips in case this'll be the last time you ever have his against yours.

He pulls you into his chest. Your heart might just jump out of yours. His cock is brushing against your shuddering core, hard and sticky, but he doesn't enter you. Osamu simply holds you close, one of his hands in your hair and the other flat against your back. You weakly bring your arms up to wrap around his shoulders and dig your face into the crook of his neck.

Then you cry. You let out a harsh breath and let yourself cry again, shoulders violently shaking and your chest tightening uncomfortably, for the thousandth time tonight even if you're tired and yearning for the comfort of your bed. Slowly, wet tears seep into his t-shirt. Osamu smells good—musky, sweaty, like a man. You don't understand what just happened—it brought you back to six months ago yet it feels entirely indifferent. He smells like a man, but he doesn't smell dirty like the last one who destroyed you.

He continues to hold you as you break down. Osamu thinks he understands, but you—you're more confused now more than ever.

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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

Summary: There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together.

Characters: Werewolf!Captain Syverson, Werewolf!Female Reader, Vampire!Walter Marshall.

Warnings (for this chapter, all small mentions but warning just in case): Breastfeeding, Accidental Cutting Injury/Blood loss, blood transfusions. This chapter contains no sex scenes or scenes of a sexual nature.

A continuation of previous Werewolf!Sy stories Moonlight on the Sand and Castle Under The Stars. This will be a series of stand alone stories/2 parters, which will revolve around the residents of the town, with some recurring characters.

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

The late spring day brought pleasant scents and mouth watering flavours, Blackwater Lake’s town May day parade in full flow as you held two month old Luna in her carrier to your chest, turning to smile at your husband Sy as he balanced Mikey on his shoulders so your son could watch the floats whilst they slowly cruised past. You knew he would be most excited about the Fire Department bringing their trucks past. At the first whoop of the siren Mikey squealed with joy, the ice cream cone in his hand tipping slightly and setting a blob of blue bubblegum flavour gelato into Sy’s cheek;

“Hey, no wriggles! Its raining ice cream down here”

Pausing the consumption of your own cone you handed it to Sy as you reached into your bag and found a baby wipe, moving to wipe his cheek before stretching to wipe your son’s face. Finding a trash can to toss the wipe into, you smiled as you watched your two boys as they waved to the Fire Trucks, the crew making sure to honk their horns when they saw Sy.

Everyone in town loved Sy. You’d moved there together when you’d found out you were pregnant with Mikey, your army days behind you and wanting to seek somewhere quiet where you could live in the woods to allow for full moon runs whilst being close enough to civilisation to raise a family. The aging receptionist at the realtor had pulled you aside the second you’d arrived in their office when you’d visited the town, recognising one of her own as her nostrils had flared and she’d explained that there were ‘all sorts’ in the town. That was your first meeting with Edith, and you’d gone on to move in just up the mountain from her. Once Sy had finished in the Army and baby number two was on the way, he’d started working alongside retired detective Walter at his construction company where they specialised in commercial buildings. They were always on call for when businesses had emergencies, so had come to the aid of half the town after storms and accidents.

As the parade dragged on Luna woke, grumbling for a change and a feed. The two boys were transfixed with the parade and you’d lost your ice cream cone to Sy who was now mindlessly munching away on it. Tugging on his sleeve you caught his attention;

“Luna’s woken up, i’m gonna take her into Sue’s Coffee Shop to change her and give her a feed”

“Sure thing Darlin, we’ll come find you in a bit”

The coffee shop was quiet, its doors opened onto the sidewalk and as the radio played soft rock music, just one or two tables taken outside but the inside empty. Sue - the owner - smiled at you as you walked in;

“Hey Sue!”

“Hey there! What can I get'cha?”

“Can i get a decaf iced latte? I just need to change Luna if that’s ok?”

“Of course, no need to ask, the restroom is empty”

A couple of minutes later your little girl had a clean butt but was still grizzling, now hungry for your milk. Sue had set your drink onto a table in the corner, a soft window seat she knew you liked to sit at to feed. Settling in you pulled your cami top down and unhooked the strap of your nursing bra, helping Luna to latch on as she cried before a blissful quiet descended over you as she happily suckled on your breast. In the quiet of the coffee shop you reached for your drink and sipped on it, smiling down at your beautiful daughter as she gazed up at you;

“Hey there my little Luna, better now? Is that the good stuff? Yeah? Well that’s what your Daddy says it is…” you said with a whisper and a smirk.

“Hey”

The sudden greeting made you jump, looking up to see Walter standing near your table;

“Oh, Hi Walter”

“Sorry…” he glanced away, averting his eyes from where you were feeding; “I just asked if you wanted anything?”

“Oh no, i’m fine, i’ve got a coffee… but you’re welcome to join me if you like? Sy and Mikey will be along once the Parade’s over”

Nodding once the quiet man went to order before returning with what looked like a quad espresso but faltering when it came to taking a seat;

“Where did you want me to sit?”

“Oh anywhere you like” you shifted Luna as she had finished on one breast, hooking that side up before shifting and moving her to the other breast. You’d mastered the art of switching breasts without revealing anything, the baby's head blocking any view of a nipple, and you were a vehement supporter of breast feeding - in fact any feeding - and had been known to get into loud shouting matches with anyone that told you to cover up something that was completely natural.

“I mean, i don’t want Sy to think i’m here oggling his wife’s tits”

Laughing, you kicked out a soft chair with your foot;

“This is fairly low, take this one and here…” you moved the upright menu on the table in front of Luna’s head, knowing that she would now be shielded from view and with your breast, and saving Walter’s embarrassment.

Just as Walter sat down Sue brough over his sandwich, the scent of it hitting your nostrils and making your stomach audibly growl;

“Oh wow, what is that?”

“A steak wrap with chimichurri sauce” he lifted one half and offered it to you, but you shook your head.

“Thanks, but that’s just a little too rare for me… looks like a good veterinarian could bring it back to life”

Walter laughed as you called out to Sue, ordering one of the same.

“You want yours still mooing too?”

“Medium, please” you laughed as she nodded and walked away.

As she cooked your meal you turned back to Walter. You’d had a few conversations with him over the 11 months he and Sy had worked together, but knew very little about him apart from his reputation of being quiet and surly, generally sleep deprived and a little pale most of the time. He’d been medically retired from the Police Department after an accident where he’d lost a lot of blood and had never fully recovered.

As Luna happily fed and Walter devoured his sandwich you sipped on your drink, watching with curiosity as the man ate in silence, savouring each bloody bite. When he finally crumpled the napkin onto the plate and sat back he caught you watching him;

“What? Do i have something on my face?”

“No” you laughed softly; “Just watching how quickly you devoured that sandwich. Rachel not feeding you at home?”

Walter’s face dropped;

“She left”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry Walter, i wouldn’t have said anything if i’d known”

“S’ok. She got fed up with the way i lived my life, but i can’t change who i am”

“True”

Just then Sy and Mikey came running into the coffee shop;

“Hi Darlin! Hi Sue! Hi Walt… be right back, Jnr has a bathroom emergency!”

The two Syverson boys disappeared into the restroom, and you could clearly hear Sy’s voice;

“Point! POINT IT AT THE TOILET! That’s it, stand on your tippy toes… there we go! Got here in time!”

You suppressed a laugh, Walter raising his eyebrows;

“Potty training?”

“Uh-huh… it's been a challenging few weeks to say the least, but Mikey wanted to give it a go”

The sound of the dryer could be heard as Sy and Mikey reappeared, Sy giving you double thumbs up from behind his son who ran to you;

“A perfect aim Darlin, no leaks. Think this deserves a cookie!”

As Mikey squealed with joy you groaned;

“Sy… not more sugar! He’ll be up all night. Mikey, honey, how about some fries?”

“And Eggies?” Mikey asked

“Sure thing honey, get Daddy to ask Sue”

As the afternoon wore on and the boys chatted, you listened as Sy and Walter discussed work stuff, Luna sleeping peacefully in your arms as you ate with Mikey. Finally glancing at your watch you motioned to Sy the time;

“Hun, i’ve gotta go collect our meat order from Walkers Meats”

“Oh yeah, sure. Here…” He opened his wallet and peeled off a bunch of $20’s as he turned to Walter; “She makes the best Steak Tartare… it's unbelievable”

“You make that?” Walter asked

Angling Luna into her carrier sling you adjusted the straps and nodded;

“Sure do! Hey, did you want to join us for dinner?”

“Yeah, join us!” Sy parroted; “And before you say anything, you wouldn’t be intruding”

With a weak smile Walter nodded;

“Sure, that’ll be nice. I gotta go to the lumber yard before though… pick out the stuff for next week's job”

You noticed that Mikey had finished his meal and was looking sleepy, holding your hand out to him he slid off the chair and stood next to you;

“How about I take the kids home, Sy you catch a ride with Walter?”

With everyone happy with the arrangements you made your way along main street to where Sy had parked his enormous truck, helping Mikey into his seat before unlatching Luna and settling her into her carrier. They were both fast asleep by the time you got to the drivers seat.

You managed to park directly outside the door to Walkers Meats, and Freya the weekend girl helpfully brought everything out to you when you called inside that the kids were asleep in the car and you didn’t want to leave them.

Dinner had been fun. The two kids were peacefully sleeping as the three adults chatted after the meal, before you finally stood to load the dishwasher and start hand washing the items that couldn’t go in there. Just as you were about to start you heard a cry from the kids, Sy standing;

“It’s Mikey, i’ll go”

As you started to handwash the various knives and delicate glasses, Walter stood at your side to dry items, the two of you talking casually before you let out a cry and pulled your hand from the soapy bowl of water. The dark crimson of your blood flowed from your finger, the knife you’d forgotten you’d put in the sink the cause;

“Fuck… hand me a towel…” you asked Walter, but were surprised when he sucked in a sharp intake of breath and turned, hunching over. Clutching your hand to your chest, you were surprised by his reaction, before he suddenly turned and you let out a shriek.

Sy appeared at the doorway in a panic before rushing to you, wrapping a napkin around your hand before he finally turned to look at Walter;

“What the fuck…”

Walter was pale, paler than usual, but that wasn’t what shocked the pair of you. No, it was the fact his eyes were pure white except for dark pools for his pupils, and as he opened his mouth to speak you saw his fangs;

“It’s… it’s the blood…” he gasped out; “It drives me…”

Sy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, but looked at his friend as he slumped onto the floor, shaking and sobbing;

“Think we need a chat Walt”

The three of you sat around the kitchen table, a hefty glass of scotch in front of each of you as Walter spoke;

“So umm yeah… this is why i left the Department. Went into a supposedly abandoned building, but it wasn’t empty. Two what we thought were junkies in there, looked like they were frail and would snap in a keen wind, but they had this strength and speed… They overpowered me, latched onto my neck. Drained my blood, and when the last drop was about to pass their lips one of my officers finally found me and shot them. They bled into me. The EMT’s took me to New Mercy and gave me a massive blood transfusion, and treated me for severe anemia… well guess what, the fangs and fucked up eyes were a surprise a few weeks after i was discharged”

You sat wide eyed and mouth agape, not touching your drink;

“I have so many questions...”

“Okay”

“Garlic. Crosses. Being invited in. Sunlight…”

Walter chuckled;

“Most a load of complete bollocks. Garlic? Well you put some in your steak tartare didn’t you? In fact it helps with the anemia. Crosses? No issue. Being invited in, again that’s just rubbish. Sunlight however… why do you think i’m so pale, huh? Have to wear factor 50 all the damn time otherwise i end up looking like a Maine Lobster at a cookout”

Both you and Sy were transfixed, Walter chatting away but his eyes hadn’t returned to normal and his fangs occasionally caught on his lip as he spoke.

“What ‘bout blood then?” Sy asked

Walter cleared his throat;

“Well, i’ve been making do with cows blood since Rachel left”

“You used to suck her blood?” you asked in a high pitched voice

Again Walter cleared his throat, this time just the faintest hint of a blush crept over his cheeks above his beard;

“Err yeah, about once a month… but she had enough in the end and left”

“I got another question” Sy interjected; “Why are your fangs still out?”

Although he answered Sy, Walter looked directly at you;

“Because she’s bleeding”

You looked down at your hand, puzzled as the wound had now sealed, before it hit you;

“Oh… I should go and sort that out”

Sy caught up quickly, glancing at the back of your dress;

“You’re fine Darlin, Walt caught it in time”

When you returned to the kitchen the two men had knocked back their drinks, Sy pouring another hefty glass for the pair of them. Pouring your drink into Sy’s you smiled at him;

“Luna won’t appreciate it”

Making yourself a herb tea you sat down next to Sy, leaning on his shoulder as you sipped your tea. Walter cleared this throat;

“You two have taken this a lot better than i envisioned anyone would… better than Rachel did…”

You looked up at Sy and smiled, his own grin crossing over his face before he nodded and you both turned to Walter as Sy spoke;

“Oh… we have a bit of understanding of this kinda thing”

With the full moon starting tomorrow night you knew that you could both force your eyes to turn orange, the bright ring of fire in your irises flaming like a pyre, shocking Walter so much he slipped back on his chair and fell to the floor. Greeted by both of you giggling, he pulled himself back up using the table as he righted his chair, knocking back the rest of his glass;

“What… the… FUCK?”

#blackwater lake #henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #werewolf!sy #Vampire!Walter

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years ago

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ON THE EDGE ~ Pt. 1

Summary: YN is a Detective and the partner of Gavin Reed, number one douchebag of the Detroit City Police Department. After a forced break, she comes back. She’s looking forward to working with her partner again and to getting back into her ‘normal’ life between case files and criminals. But, of course, it doesn’t stay boring for too long: Gavin seemed to be more on the edge than usual, a Red Ice dealer might be a good lead to something bigger and then, there is Connor, the friendly, handsome android and Hank’s new partner.

Added to the fact that yn has to deal with the criminal world again, she also discovers feelings she hasn’t noticed before triggered by a person she hasn’t expected.

Her life always resembled a ride on a rollercoaster.

But now, it’s a whole damn circus parade.

Characters: Gavin Reed, YN (FEMALE!Reader), Hank Anderson, Connor

Words: 2.472

Warnings: signs of PTSD (flashbacks in italics), cursing (a lot), mention of blood

"He's totally crazy. He shoots at everything that moves. It's impossible to get close to him.", yn stated. "But we have to stop him somehow."

"Stay here. I have an idea. Over there, the left spot is free. He will barely notice me.", Gavin said and pointed in the direction.

"Gavin, no!", Yn cursed as he slipped through her grip, "Gavin!", she tried again to call him back but her partner was already too far away, "Fuck!"

Gavin ran to the left side like mentioned. Yn stayed behind the hide and watched the scene concerned. She was trying to cover Gavin whenever needed. What Gavin couldn't notice was that the crazy guy had seen him.

Even if she tried everything to get the guy's attention, Yn watched in horror how the suspect aimed at Gavin who sneaked through the room completely unaware that he was the target in the line of fire.

The suspect aimed his gun into Gavin's direction and waited til he would appear on the other side of the pillar where Gavin tried to hide.

There was no way that yn would be able to stop the guy. He was too far away and behind a half broken wall. But she was convinced that she could help Gavin. That was what she did without thinking twice: she ran towards Gavin. As she reached him to push him out of the way, the suspect fired his gun two times.

Of course Gavin was cursing as he hit the ground unexpectedly, not knowing what had pushed him. He hurried to get back on his feet and as he saw that the suspect's gun had been running out of bullets, Gavin shot to stop him.

Gavin made sure that the suspect was no threat anymore. Officers were running into the room to arrest the shooter. And only then, Gavin noticed yn lying on the ground and all the blood pouring from her body...

Gasping for air, Gavin started up from his sleep and sat straight in his bed, "Fuck...", he cursed breathlessly. He was dripping with sweat, his hair clutching to his face. Three o'clock in the morning. Just two hours of sleep but still more than the night before...or all the other nights during the past weeks.

Gavin pushed his blanket away, sat on the edge of his bed and rested his face in his hands to calm down himself. His fingers were digging into his hair violently as he desperately tried to get the memories out of his head. He squeezed his eyes shut until stars were dancing in front of his inner eyes.

A shudder was shaking him. Goosebumps were spreading over his naked chest. To sit around like this, covered in sweat, wouldn't do anything good. And because he was already awake, Gavin stood up, took his boxing gloves and started to train until the pictures in his head would disappear.

He knew this would never happen.

He should have been better.

He had failed yn.

To stay in front of this certain building after all these long weeks felt like coming home. At least, for yn. She was nervous but in a good way that shot adrenaline through her body. It was like the first day at school after the summer break. She didn't have to fear anything. Everyone would be happy to see her again. And yet, she extended the moment to go in. It was not an official visit. She just wanted to come back because...she feared to miss too many things.

Yn had heard the rumors of Hank's new partner. An android. Then, there were the happenings that got called 'War of Detroit', the successful android revolution. So many things had changed and yet, yn knew that there was still this one, certain absolute term. Her own rock in this ocean of craziness she could always depend on: Gavin Reed, her partner.

Yn was looking forward to seeing all the familiar faces again and without waiting any longer, she entered the DPD finally.

Gavin stood in the kitchen of the DPD at one of the tables, his back facing the office so he hadn't to see anyone. The last thing he wanted was to talk with someone. A cup of coffee stood in front of him. He watched the foam floating around on the dark liquid. It was his third cup. And it wouldn't be the last.

"Good morning, Detective Reed."

Gavin nodded without looking up. Even if Gavin had made his peace with Connor, the nice android from the neighborhood, he was still getting on his nerves from time to time. This morning was such a 'time'. His thoughts always drifted back to his recurring dreams of yn…

"Reed.", Hank greeted Gavin, who nodded quickly. Without asking, Hank and Connor joined Gavin at the table. An own cup of coffee in front of Hank. He sugared it and stirred the liquid that would start his day.

Connor was about to say something, maybe to light up the mood of these two grumpy guys, but Hank stopped him, "Shit! Look who's there.", he said and looked at someone behind Gavin's back.

Gavin looked up and saw Hank and Connor staring at the same spot so, he turned around, "No fucking way!", Gavin called out surprised and approached yn quickly who stood in the passage of the kitchen. A smirk was spreading on his lips as he saw her in the familiar environment.

Yn smiled and waved but as she saw Gavin's predatory glance and the smirk, she stepped back and raised her hands to stop him, "Gavin, no. Stop! Gavin!" The impact of her partner knocked all the air out of her lungs.

He snaked his arms around her waist and scooped her up, "I have missed you, shorty!", he cheered.

Yn chuckled until she got put back down on her feet a moment later, "I have missed you, too, idiot!", she said. Together, Gavin and yn went back to the table to Hank and Connor, "I'm- what? Away for six weeks and everything went south? Detroit fights a civil war against androids who started a revolution? Everything's a warzone, suddenly and I'm not a part of that? Boys, I thought you could handle it better without me.", she said smirking and crossed her arms.

"We did what we could but there were just too many of these things.", Gavin said serious.

As yn looked at Gavin with an amused expression, her eyes fell on the fourth person at the table, "Oh, and who are you?"

"My name is Connor.", the android answered.

"My new partner.", Hank added.

"Your new- bloody hell! I already heard the rumors but- Nice to meet you. I'm yn. Whenever you need help with the old man, come to me.", yn said with a wink.

"Very funny!" Hank grunted but yn saw the grin on his face.

As Gavin saw the glances between Connor and yn, he stepped between them. Gavin wasn't fond of the way the android looked at her.

"So, you're 'back' back?", Gavin asked hopefully.

"I'm still not fully recovered. I have to attend a few dates with the psycho-doc AND I have to pass the shooting test. Then I will be back. I guess one more week. I just have missed all this so much, I had to come over.", yn said grinning.

"I guess, there will be no problem for you to pass everything, kiddo.", Hank said encouragingly.

"Thanks Hank-"

"Of course, she will pass all this bullshit! And then, she will be back. The precinct was way too boring without you!", Gavin said excitedly.

Yn saw his eyes sparkling and the familiar grin. She considered saying something nice but she always loved to tease this douchebag. It was their thing, "No new recruits to torture, huh?"

Gavin's smile faltered and he squinted his eyes as he saw her smirking, "I never-"

Yn nodded understandingly, "Ohh...I see... No women to hunt either? You poor thing!", she patted his cheek to act playfully caring.

Gavin couldn't do anything else than just to laugh before he brought her into a bear hug, completely enveloping her, "Oh, how much I have missed you!", Gavin stepped back, ruffled her hair, and laid his arm around her shoulders before they walked to his desk.

Connor watched after them. Overwhelmed by her entrance, the way she was handling Gavin and how different the Detective was around her, "Where was she?", he asked Hank finally.

Confused, Hank looked at his partner, "What?"

"Where was yn? She said she was gone for several weeks. Where had she been? Vacation?"

"Oh .. uhmm, no. She... During their last case, she got injured. She had to recover. It's good that she will be back soon, tho.", Hank explained, smiling about the fact yn was coming home.

"Detective Reed seems different around her.", Connor stated, still confused about all the smiles and laughter coming from Reed.

"I guess it's her magical power. She's able to handle him where anyone else failed a long time ago."

Connor looked at her once again. Yn stood with Gavin, Chris and some other cops at the desk, talking and laughing. She was truly magical. Nice, funny, cheeky, beautiful. He was looking forward to working with her. Then, she came back to them.

"Hey, I got appetite for the best burger in town. Wanna join?", she called over to Hank who nodded with a grin. Gavin rolled his eyes but she just nudged him in his side. Connor got dragged out of his thoughts and followed his three colleagues. Yn already waited for him to join. Much to Gavin's dismay she linked her arm with the android's one but he swallowed down his annoyance for the greater good.

They drove to the Chicken Feed truck. The best burger in town, how Hank had titled them. While the three made their orders, Connor organized a table. All three went to the table with burgers and drinks. Simultaneously, they bit into their burgers.

"You know, this meal contains 1.4 times the recommended daily intake of calories. You shouldn't eat-"

"Shut up!", Gavin and Hank yelled at the same time. Connor silenced instantly.

Yn looked alternating at Hank and Gavin before she stopped at Connor, "Connor, honey, very important rule: don't fuck the boys up when it comes to their food. It's not a good idea."

"But it's unhealthy.", Connor argued innocently.

Yn nodded slowly, knowing what he meant before she looked at her burger closely, "Well, I’m spotting salad, tomato and even pickles on our burgers. These are three different types of vegetables. It's more healthier than everything else we're used to consuming. Don't forget that we usually got fueled by coffee and donuts. Only."

Connor nodded and let them eat. He had learnt that humans knew how to live the best way but some of them didn't just want to do it right. Maybe it wasn’t for him to change their behaviour.

"Hey, sweety. Want some bread?”, Yn asked and threw a small piece of bread on the ground.

Hank followed the way of her attention and rolled annoyed with his eyes, "Oh, these disgusting creatures!", Hank muttered. Yn looked questioningly up to Connor.

"Lieutenant Anderson doesn't like pigeons.", Connor explained.

"That sounds like a story. I wanna know it!", yn said amused with a big grin, waiting for Hank to speak up.

Hank grinned but shook his head, "Someday, I will tell you what I had to endure with this guy but not now.", Hank said and he and Connor said goodbye. Hank hugged yn before they left her and Gavin alone.

Gavin and yn started to walk around a bit, enjoying the sunny winter day, "You look tired. Have you been very busy the last few weeks?", yn asked.

"No, it was okay. Nothing much. The typical stuff, you know.", Gavin said, his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, playing with some coins.

"Oh, yeah... So, you just didn't want to see me then?", she asked, looking at him from the corner of her eyes, watching his reaction.

Gavin avoided her eyes, looking at the ground, "Yn…", he sighed, "I…", but he stopped. Unsure what he should say.

Yn nudged him with her shoulder, a soft smile on her lips as she saw his pained expression, "It's okay. I'm not mad. I was just… it was boring, you know. If you would have visited more often, maybe it would have been more fun to recover.", she said jokingly but it wasn't working, the painful expression stayed in his face.

"I really doubt that.", Gavin said low, still not able to look at her.

"What?", Yn asked surprised and stopped.

Gavin stopped as well, facing her with his back, "I- I… forget it.", Gavin said and was about to go but yn stopped him with her hand holding his arm and turning him around.

"Gavin, what is it?"

Gavin needed a moment before he looked at yn, as he did, it was with a serious expression, "It's my fault that you got injured in the first place."

Slightly taken aback that it was this topic that still bothered him, yn frowned and looked at him with big eyes and shaking her head, "No. It was the fault of this fucker-"

"No! You wouldn't have been shot if I hadn't been so stupid! I have failed you as a partner and as a friend!", Gavin called out angrily, torturing himself.

Yn intervened right away, "Stop that, Gavin! It's not your fault, okay? Your idea was good. This guy was simply just too crazy."

Gavin dropped his gaze, not able to look into her eyes any longer. For him it didn’t feel right to get forgiveness from her, "I should have been in your place instead. Two more scars on my body wouldn't make any difference to all the others I already have."

Yn stepped forward to search his glance, "You feel guilty, I get that. But ... you don't have to, okay? And beside, I know you and your luck. You would have been killed instead of just being injured.", a smirk playing on her lips.

Finally, Gavin looked at her again. He chuckled low by the face she made: a too overexcited grin to cheer him up. No matter how down he felt, yn was able to let him feel better. Always. Even just for a moment. He stepped forward and brought her into a bone crushing embrace, "It's so good to have you back.", he said softly into her hair.

Yn was surprised about the sudden outburst of emotions but she hugged him back, enjoying this moment to the fullest, "Yeah. And you know what? I can't wait to kick some asses with you again."

#gavin reed x reader #gavin x reader #gavin reed #dbh #dbh gavin #detroit become human #dbh connor #hank anderson #reader #fanfiction #detroit become human connor

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tartagilicious · 3 years ago

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[CN] Flower Language (Victor)

yall that have been waiting for this date may not find this as funny as I do but 😭 I went to finish what I thought was this translation and the video i had been using somehow closed, but when i found what i assumed was the same one again, i was confused because the content was different 😀 i translated most of a completely random date and i have no idea which it was LMAO

It would be great if Victor were here. I was standing in the garden where the warm wind was lingering, and I suddenly thought so.

A week ago, I came to this small European city in order to get material for a show, and participate in their traditional festival, a “carnival”. Although the celebration is coming to an end, the enthusiasm of the people and the festive atmosphere are not diminished.

I looked at the people gathered under the tree and heard their laughter. Somehow, I suddenly wanted to share everything in front of me with Victor. So, I took out my phone and subconsciously dialed his number.

MC: Hello, Victor, are you busy?

Victor: No. Is something happening?

MC: Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that I’m standing in a very beautiful garden right now. Probably because of the festival, the surroundings are crowded with people, and there are others singing -- can you hear it?

I took the phone and circled it in the air, and when i put it back to my ear, there was not a sound in the receiver.

Victor: I can hear.

MC: Did you know that there is a very special wooden sign hanging on the tree in this garden? It has something to do with “flower language”.

I looked up at the wooden signs swaying on the branches, they made a clear and pleasant sound in the wind.

MC: People can choose the wooden sign painted with the flower language they want, remove it from the branch, and write their name to save it. There are many kinds of flower languages, from wealth, love, to health, career, and so on.

I was babbling, listening to the even breathing in my ears. Victor didn’t speak until I finished speaking, and there was a slight smile peeking out of his lazy voice.

Victor: You hung one up?

MC: Not yet.

Even though I knew he couldn’t see me on the other side of the phone, I shook my head.

MC: There are many things I want, and I haven’t been able to make up my mind for a while.

Victor: Such as?

MC: Such as…

If only you could stand here with me now. I said this silently in my heart.

There was silence in the earpiece for a few seconds, and we seem to have not spoken tacitly, just quietly listening to each other’s breathing. After a long while, I wanted to relax the atmosphere, so I just smiled.

MC: I can’t remember it right now, but my party has to-- actually, rather than using this method, it might be better to tell the omnipotent “Victor Li” directly what I want.

Victor: I will be there on saturday.

MC: Eh?

Victor: Recently, LFG accepted a multinational cooperation project, and I will be coming to Europe tomorrow.

I was stunned. I reacted slowly, my heartbeat speeding up a few beats rapidly.

MC: And so…?

On the other end of the phone, Victor seems to smile slowly.

Victor: And so, what you want, you can think about it before saturday.

On saturday, I arrived at the place scheduled by Victor on time. As soon as I walked up to the street, I saw a familiar figure. I took out the funny mask that I had prepared, and crept close to him from behind, intending to give him a “surprise” after having not seen him for so long.

Victor: I haven’t seen you in a while, but your way of greeting hasn’t improved.

MC: !

The mask on my face was taken off without hesitation or fear. I was stunned and met Victor’s teasing gaze.

MC: ...How can you tell so easily every time?!

Victor: Someone who tries to be sneaky every time is too eye-catching.

Victor walked to my side and took my hand naturally. After sweeping around his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly.

Victor: Are there any events here?

I followed his sight and found that the streets were full of ribbons and balloons, and many people in strange costumes walked slowly through the streets with the parades of floats. The carnival atmosphere permeates the whole city, and my vision is full of bright and gorgeous colours.

MC: Well, today is the last day of the carnival, so it is extremely lively. Many locals and tourists will dress up specially to participate in the celebrations to be held next.

Victor: It turned out to be so.

He nodded thoughtfully.

MC: what’s wrong?

Victor: It’s nothing. It’s just that I passed by a store where there are many clothes to buy and more… it was strange.

MC: What, are you talking about props such as an inflatable dinosaur costume and retro tricycle?

Seeing a stunned look flash across Victor’s face, I couldn’t help but laugh.

MC: Haha, don’t you think this event is particularly creative?~

He let go of my hand, bending his finger and tapped my forehead.

Victor: I just think that this kind of activity will indeed be a subject of interest to dummies.

The familiar and long-lost action made my heart jump. I looked at Victor’s face close at hand and suddenly broke.

MC: Victor, do you remember that on the phone before, you asked me to tell you what I wanted?

He stood in a daze, but seemed to remember it.

Victor: What do you think?

I shook my head and gave him a quick smile.

MC: I have nothing I want, except… do you remember the garden I mentioned to you on the phone? I would love to take a look at the scenery with you.

After getting Victor’s consent, I looked at him and walked to the main road of the small town. As the crowd gradually increased, I saw wide streets slowly appearing in front of me, but before we passed by, I stopped at the stagnant crowd.

MC: What happened?

Victor: Let me ask.

After exchanging a few words with a staff member, Victor walked back.

Victor: They said that it’s for traffic safety, and only people participating in the event can pass through here.

MC: Only people in the event…

The original joyful mood was instantly wiped out like being doused by cold water. Probably because I was too obvious, Victor raised his eyebrows slightly.

Victor: Disappointed?

I nodded honestly, but after half a second, I shook my head again.

MC: Although the place i want to go is on the main road, since we can’t get there, let’s forget it.

Seeing my forced smile, Victor’s face tensed.

Victor: Your frown is almost drooping to the ground.

He looked at me for a moment and just sighed helplessly.

Victor: Wait for me here. Don’t run around.

After speaking, before I could react, he walked away and passed through the crowds. The number of people stuck in the street gradually increased, and many people who had chosen to participate in the celebrations flocked to the main street.

Although I wanted to stay where I was, I was squeezed to the edge of the road and drowned in the endless sea of people. I looked at the surging crowd, and I was a little worried that when Victor came back, he wouldn’t be able to find me so easily.

Just at that moment, a sound of horseshoes suddenly came from the side, so I turned my head to look-- The first thing that catches my eye is a gorgeously dressed dark horse, sporting an arrogant posture and dark eyes.

Gradually looking upward, the man on horseback was dressed equally as gorgeously, with an extraordinary presence, most of which was bathed in golden light.

The man’s eyes drooped slightly and his gaze was casted towards me. I tried to slightly bloc the dazzling light with my hand, and gradually, the face in front of my eyes also became clearer.

MC: …! Victor?

There was also a hit of surprise in Victor’s eyes when he looked at me. The daylight broke free of the dense leaves and fell on the tips of his hair, giving off a faint flowery scent and softening the look of his visage. Against the backdrop of the surrounding background, he looks like a gentleman and aristocrat from a television drama.

Just when I was about to pass by, Victor pulled the reins abruptly and stopped. I stared at him in a daze, and for a while I couldn’t tell if this was reality or an illusion.

Victor: Why are you here?

With a “click” i accidentally pressed my phone to take a photo.

MC: Me... I was pushed over here by the crowd. There are more and more people, I was worried you wouldn’t find me, so I planned to take a photo to get your attention.

I put the phone back into my pocket as I said this, worried that he would make me hand over the photo I just captured. However, Victor just looked at me for a long while, showing a helpless expression.

Victor: Dummy.

The horse took a few steps to my spot, and he leaned down slightly to reach out his hand towards me.

Victor: Come up.

I looked at Victor, and being beyond my usual cognition, I didn’t react for a while.

MC: Victor… why are you dressed like this?

Seeing my stunned gaze, Victor turned his face away unnaturally.

Victor: I borrowed it from the shop I just passed by. If it seems like i’m attending the celebration, we can easily follow the main street.

MC: I thought you would feel naive doing this…

Victor: well...

He replied very quickly, subsequently, he slighted slightly.

Victor: But since I have promised you that we’ll go out o the garden, I will not feel naive. Besides, are the naive things I’ve done with you far and few?

The horseshoe stepped on the stone road with a clattering sound. The calm wood scent wrapped me and I leaned my back against a generous and warm chest. Although I rarely ride horses, I feel very at ease at this moment.

A beautiful garden appeared in front of us, and I happily said to Victor,

MC: We’ve arrived!

Victor: Slow down.

With the help of Victor, I got off the horse. Maybe it’s because most people have gone to the celebration, but there are not many people here. Sunlight sprinkled from gaps between branches and fell onto a sea of flowers. The wooden sign hanging on the branch made a pleasant sound in the breeze.

Victor walked behind me with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

MC: Isn’t it beautiful?

I put my hands behind my back and looked at him with a smile.

MC: When I came here for the first time, I don’t know why, but I thought of the “sky garden”. So i have this inexplicable sense of intimacy with this place, and I wanted you to see the scenery here.

Victor quietly looked at the scenery in front of him, and after a short while, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

Victor: Well, it is beautiful. In contrast, there’s a bit more natural beauty.

He looked up again at the wooden sign dancing in the wind on the branch.

Victor: This is the “flower language” you mentioned to me on the phone that day?

MC: Yes, there are some unique types of flower language here, which is quite interesting.

As I said this, I reached out and touched the pattern on the board.

MC: For example, the flower language of Paphiopedilum is “thrifty and frugal” and the flower language of asparagus flowers is “I want to win”...

Victor listened with good interest and teased me as if in a good mood.

Victor: So, you can’t make up your mind between these two things?

MC: Certainly not! Although I really want these things… But this is my final decision!

As soon as I finished speaking, I handed a wooden sign without a name and a pen to Victor.

Victor: What kind of flower is this?

MC: This is a red geranium. Just write your name on it!

Victor: ...It seems that you arranged this for me a long time ago.

He took the wooden sign and asked faintly,

Victor: What is its meaning in the flower language?

MC: This one, haha… I’ll wait for you to find out by yourself.

Victor glanced at me.

Victor: Dummy.

Even so, he still picked up the pen and wrote his name on the wooden sign stroke by stroke. Seeing Victor’s serious expression, a trace of warmth ran across my heart.

I suddenly thought of the meaning behind red geraniums that I found with my mobile phone in this same place a few days ago. At this moment, I seem to understand the meaning better --

“My happiness exists because of you”.

The sunset quietly dyed the sky red. When we were about to walk out of the garden, I suddenly saw a staff member not far away waving colorful flags at us, and I couldn’t help but look towards them.

MC: Are we so lucky that we won big prizes?

Victor: In terms of probability, it is unlikely.

MC: People should always be optimistic!

Victor: Let’s go and have a look.

Victor chuckled lightly, took my hand, and walked forward with me. When we talked to the staff member, we found that we didn’t win any prizes, he just wanted to help us take a photo together. Although it was not the expected outcome, when taking a photo with Victor, my face burst into a smile involuntarily.

Victor: Why are you smiling? It’s not like it’s a grand prize. Are you happy about the reward?

MC: For me, it’s like winning the jackpot!

I looked at us closely in the photo -- Although Victor’s expression is the same as usual, only a slight smile can be seen at the corner of his mouth, but his hand that hangs beside him is firmly gripping mine.

Behind us is the same beautiful sea of flowers.

Victor: You said that your wish is to let me come here with you. Why?

Victor looked at the photo and suddenly after he said this, he pondered for a moment.

MC: Well... It’s because it’s very beautiful here, and I wanted you to see it too.

Victor: Is it just that?

When I met Victor’s deep eyes, I suddenly felt as if all my careful thoughts had nowhere t hide in front of him. Seeing that I didn’t have a way to get around this, I had to decide to confess.

MC: I was standing here, thinking about you for a little bit.

I lifted my eyes secretly and peeked at Victor, wanting to look carefully at his expression. There was no emotion on his face, only those dark eyes watching me seriously.

MC: Although I only miss you a little bit, this kind of little thought often comes up.

It seems that the more this lively and joyous atmosphere grew, the more people can’t help but miss a certain someone. For a moment, I even wanted to go home and return to the place where I knew he was.

MC: Even though I’d already seen the scenery, with you, it somehow seems to be different. It becomes--

Victor: It becomes special.

Victor whispers. He puts a hand on my waist, and soft emotion flows from his dark eyes.

Victor: Isn’t that right?

Looking at my slightly widened eyes, a faint smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

Victor: When did you get such a bad habit of saying half of what you mean and keeping the rest to yourself? If you want to see me, you can speak directly.

I realised that he was talking about when I called him the other day, and I bit my lip.

MC: These words, you know even if I don’t voice them.

Victor: I know, but this is not enough.

I looked at his defatigable eyes and couldn’t help but sigh lightly.

MC: I’m (not) worried that this will interfere with you. Moreover, I also want to establish the image of a “strong and independent woman” in front of you.

I was speaking from the heart, but Victor was amused by my serious expression.

Victor: You actually set such a goal?

The breath that was close at hand intertwined with mine, and I quietly looked at his hanging gaze.

Victor: In contrast, I have no such ambitions.

He stretched his hands over my shoulders, and as he approached slowly, the familiar scent surrounded me. Just when the atmosphere was right, a “pop” sounded untimely something falling from my pocket and onto the ground.

I reacted immediately.

MC: It’s my flower sign!

I was about to pick it up, but Victor was one step ahead of me and picked it up. He looked at the red geranium pattern on the sign and there was a slight curve to his lips.

MC: Uh, this is a flower card I took before, because I thought it looked good…

With some guilty conscience, I wanted to avoid Victor’s gaze. He spread out my hand and placed the wooden sign in my palm.

Victor: It seems that you already have what you want.

He covered my hand with his palm and slowly closed it so I could feel the weight of the wooden sign in my palm.

MC: …!

I looked at Victor’s face in surprise, reminding me of the scene when he was asked to write on the wooden sign just now. A faint colour couldn't help but climb up on my cheeks -- this person really knows everything!

Victor looked at me with interest, and there was a faint smile on his face.

Victor: Why is your face red?

MC:...It’s just the setting sun!

Victor smiled, but didn’t break contact with me, just holding my hand tighter.

Victor: Well, today’s sunset is very nice.

The sun dyed his eyes, but reflected in the depths was me alone. Someone not far away happily sang a local ballad. Although I don’t understand the meaning, I no longer feel the loneliness of being in a foreign land.

Because the person I cherish the most is by my side right now.

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mr love queen’s choice #mr love queen’s choice spoilers #mlqc victor #mr love queen’s choice victor #恋与制作人 #恋与制作人李泽言

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bloodxbat · 4 years ago

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(Part 1) Triple W Mafia George x Fem! Y/N series

Warnings: Swearing! that’s it really (unless I've missed something then please let me know)

Word Count: 2,174

Summary: George Weasley is a renowned Mafia boss who took over from his Father Arthur once he retired, to carry on the Triple W mafia legacy. The only mafia known to be able to keep the Death Eaters (their rival mafia) at bay. However there is one item that they stole from the Triple W’s which George is determined to get back...his mothers necklace, the family heirloom. Y/N Greyback has been forced to comply with the Death Eaters wishes as her family are high up members. What happens when George and Y/N meet? And what happens when they fall in love?

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The lights were dim in the what looked like to be an old bar room, the red hue coming from the red lamp shades hitting the walls. Smoke from cigars fogging up the top half of the room barely keeping the floor below visible. At each table there were groups of men, all sitting in perfectly tailored suits, sipping on their glasses of whiskey, laughing and having a good time. At the back of the room however, sat one man, alone. His elbow propped up on the arm of his chair, his finger brushing over his top lip as if he were deep in thought. His other hand held the same glass as every other man in the bar, lazily not caring if it were to fall and smash everywhere.

The man, George Weasley, a tall ginger man who’s eyes were the dark but kind shade of brown. Although seemingly intimidating, George had a kind heart, if he seen someone being attacked or robbed in the street, everyone would end up feeling bad for the attacker by the time George was finished with him. He had no time for the scum who go out of their way to make someone else’s life a living hell in order for them to feel a small, temporary taste for a God complex.

George had only recently taken over the title of the Triple W Mafia Boss, when his father Arthur had decided it was his time to retire and pass over the family ‘business’ to one of his sons. George was one of 6 sons and one daughter within the Weasley family. His identical twin brother Fred was technically supposed to become the next Mafia boss, as he was the older twin. But, he had decided that his brother George was more fit to the job than he was. So, George gratefully took over the role and appointed Fred and his younger brother Ron, to be his sort of ‘Body Guards’ although, of course George was far from needing any form of help when it came to beating or killing a criminal, it was still always good to have a little back up sometimes.

“Hey Georgie, what’s the plan then? What we gonna do about these damn Death Eaters?”

George sat, not moving, deep in thought. ‘What was he going to do about those Death Eaters?’ He has no where to start, the bastards are constantly on the run. He was determined to find their whereabouts however, as they had stolen something very precious to him, his mother’s necklace. The Weasley family heirloom.

In a room that was very clearly abandoned and covered in moss and mould, sat groups of men and some women in black cloaks with peculiar pointed hoods. These people, in contrast to that of which the Triple W members, appeared extremely intimidating. The members of Triple W were intimidating, but these were the sort of people no one would want to encounter in the streets, day or night. There was no smoke from cigars in this small dingy room, there was however and eye watering stench, that was so strong some of the Death Eaters swore they seen a slight foggy green haze floating around the room.

All cloaked members were sitting in a circle all surrounding their leader Tom Riddle, or as he likes to call himself ‘Voldemort’. A tall man (not as tall as George) with black, short curly hair. He wasn’t wearing a cloak like his ‘followers’ but was wearing something that looked more like a bath robe, it was all black of course to fit in with the rest. All were listening in carefully to what he was saying, all apart form Y/N Greyback, daughter of Fenrir Greyback, a man who is considered very high up in the Death Eater mafia. She was sat in the corner, wearing a contrasting blood red dress that hugged all of her curves perfectly. Her Y/H/C hair was curled at the ends in neat ringlets, and she had some makeup on but not too much so she looked ‘dolled up’.

“We all know that the Triple W are cowering out in some fancy old bar, trouble is we don’t know where, I’ve had a few out scouting round the area, unfortunately they have all been caught” Riddle speaks out gesturing and engaging with his followers.

“What do you suggest we do then sir?” Said Fenrir who was sitting right next to where Riddle was parading around the room.

“I say we send out our most valuable member, of course, real them in, make them vulnerable” he smirked

“You don’t mean…”

“Oh yes, but I do, your daughter shall make excellent bate my dear friend, for she wears what Weasley most desires” Riddle finishes

Y/N too busy sat in the corner reading an old book, didn’t even notice that every Death Eater members eyes were on her, all smiling to themselves.

This may actually work, if we send out Y/N who is wearing that incredibly expensive looking, diamond necklace, it may just lure the idiot ginger straight to us” Fenrir laughed.

So their plan was set, send Y/N as bait and hopefully George would follow.

- George still hadn’t moved from the position he was sat in, he hadn’t taken a single sip of his drink, his eyes focussed and barely ever blinking. He was seemingly ignoring every person who tried to get a word out of him for some sort of plan to take down their Rival mafia. Sure he had killed a lot of spies they had sent out, but he was getting absolutely no leads on where exactly they were coming from, Riddle was smarter than he thought. It seemed he had Death Eaters coming from all over the country in all different directions and disguises. George had to find some way in order to track down where exactly they were based.

The sounds of other members arguing, specifically Fred and Ron who were standing right next to where George was sat, started to sound like a horrible ringing noise, it was driving him insane, how could he concentrate when these buffoon’s were yelling nonsense at each other.

“WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP” He yelled now getting up from his seat and walking to the middle of the smoky room.

“I can’t fucking think when you’re all fighting and arguing with each other on what we’re going to do. I am very aware that those bastards are close to finding us, alright? They’ve gained more members in the past few months than I can count on my two hands. Problem is, they’re coming from all over the country, there is no set direction from where they’re all coming from, meaning that they aren’t coming from their base. This brings us to our next problem, what we’re going to do about it. The only thing I can suggest right now, which I believe may actually be our only two options, is either we leave and find a new base OR we send out multiple people all round the general area of here just outside the boarders of this town where the forests are. Each mile will have two of our members, armed and ready to capture and interrogate anyone that comes from outside the town. This includes anyone who seems innocent to the eye I.e. a mother and child as we all know by now there are families who have been a part of the Death Eaters for years, long enough for them to welcome their children. If you see a mother and child however, you of course don’t attack them straight away, you take them for questioning and more importantly, you look for that damn skull snake monstrosity that they all have tattooed on their left forearm.”

George stands looking between each of his guys trying to gauge what they were thinking by their faces.

“So what’s it to be? Hands up if you think we should move”

No one put their hands up and George smiled knowing that everyone in Triple W are too loyal to the town of Diagon to even consider leaving.

“Good choice boys, now” he rubs his hands together “who’s volunteering to be part of the watch team?”

- Y/N couldn’t believe her ears when she heard the plan to trick Triple W into following her back to the Death Eaters. She also had no idea that the beautiful silver diamond necklace that hung lazily round her neck was the stolen Weasley heirloom.

The actions of her family disgusted her, she knew that what they stood for and what they were doing was wrong, but putting her in harms way all over a stupid rivalry, AND tricking her into thinking that the necklace she had was a gift. She felt so stupid for believing them, Y/N had no options but to accept that she was going to have to go along with their horrendous plan and bait George and other members of Triple W into following her back into her family and Riddle’s evil grasp.

“Perfect” Riddle smiled grimly when Y/N accepted

“But of course, we can’t just lure them in, in one mere night, no, you have to spread this out over the course of a few days. Have him become intrigued by you, follow you a little while. You’ll be staying in a place called the Leaky Cauldron, don’t let him see you in there, it’ll blow your cover. Make sure he only sees you walking through the streets. Got it?”

Y/N tentatively nodded her head

“Good, and then, when the time is right, you’ll lead him straight here. We’ll be in communication with you, don’t let me down”

Y/N shakily made her way to Diagon, bags packed and the necklace still hanging round her neck. She had since changed into a black, silk dress, helping the bright silver of the necklace stand out against the dark colour of her clothes, further, of course to draw George Weasley’s attention.

Once she had settled into her room at the Leaky Cauldron, she was given specific instruction to make sure she wondered round the street at night, as that is most likely when Triple W members will come out from wherever they were hiding.

Y/N took a step out into the cold crisp night air, her heels click clacking off the stone pavements. She couldn’t help but take in the beauty of the town, cobblestone roads winding all through it, the windows on each building slightly askew but somehow didn’t seem out of place. It was as if she were walking through an old victorian town.

Snapping her thoughts back to the task at hand, she pulled her black shawl over her shoulders more and continued to wander aimlessly round, trying to find some form of clue as to were Triple W were hiding.

- George was more than satisfied with the outcome of the meeting they had today. He had 40 people on a list to keep watch each mile surrounding Diagon, meaning that all 20 miles would be covered. They all had their instructions ingrained into their heads and were ready to get to work the next day. Fred and Ron as usual would stay within Diagon with George, communicating to those who were out surrounding the area getting updates and passing round information. George had also decided to send a few extra spies out, including his younger sister Ginny to be on the look out for any Death Eater members who may still be lurking round the town.

George, Fred and Ron made their way out of the old bar room, and onto the streets. George made sure that they each had means of contacting each other. Fred whom George would normally live with, agreed that they each should have their own flats or place to stay in order to cover more of Diagon, and therefore be more accessible to those out in the forest. With their last goodbyes and a few phone calls to book places to stay, the three brothers separated all going in opposite directions.

George headed down the street, his hands becoming slightly red from the cold, and he could see his breath in the air. The dim orange streetlights barely lighting up the path as he walked past the old crooked houses and shops.

Just a George turned the corner he bumped into someone, a woman, dressed in a black dress and shawl.

“Oh I’m so sorry miss, I wasn’t looking where I was going properly, these damn street lights barely light up 2 feet in front of you. Are you alright” George asked looking into her eyes with worry

“I’m perfectly fine, sir, thank you” she smiled back and walked away

But George followed her with his eyes, more specifically he followed her neck, because what was hanging from it made him do a double take. He knew those diamonds from anywhere, they way they glistened brightly in every light. Was that, his mother’s stolen necklace?

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Call Me Mother, Chapter One

I languidly drained the last breath from my cigarette, the drag filling my lungs. My garter straps hung down lazily, tickling my thighs, as they awaited their purpose. Music thumped rapidly, and whoops of delight resounded through the hall. The dressing room door swung open; a small, but curvaceous woman behind it.

Her eyebrows were tweezed to perfection, eyes deeply shadowed, eyelashes false and curled into large feathery swoops; her mouth was like a plump strawberry. I’d always harbored a mild curiosity about how it tasted.

“Mary, you’re up in 10 minutes. I want you at the curtain in five," Cristella said, her hispanic accent thick.

“Is that a new corset?” I asked. Cristella turned me around, and yanked the laces of my corset together. Thank god I haven’t needed to breathe for the last 150 years, I thought. I floated a small influence her way. Gentler, please. She complied, unwittingly. They always do.

I don’t normally use my influence on people I like, but I’m far too hungry to risk her pinching me with this corset. I couldn’t forgive myself if I lost control. She was far too kind to die a death that violent.

“It is. This papí chulo I’ve been seeing said he wanted me to wear it for him. Maybe he’ll tip better," she said, carefully pulling the slack out of the lower half of my corset. I placed my hands over my belly, holding everything in place.

“What’s the crowd looking like?” I tucked the ties away. She jutted a hip out, and began counting off on her impeccably manicured fingers.

“The usual crowd. Old Man Carraway, that one divorcee who drinks like a fish. College kids. Oh, there’s also these dudes in silver masks. Low-key kind of demonic. And some weird guy in like, face paint? He’s painted up like a calavera. I figured they came from that concert that was in town. You know, the one that church was protesting? Say they like worship Satan or something?”

“Sounds about right." I bent down to attach my straps to the garters of my stockings.

“They’re probably here for a private room, so I figured I’d put you on now. You’re good at handling the weirdos." Cristella giggled, watching me struggle to get the backs of my stockings attached. She and I broke into fits of giggles, as she chased me in circles, trying to help me attach my stockings.

“Let me get that. Hurry up and get on stage!” she said, giving me a playful smack on the ass. I pranced out of the room, trying to avoid her grasping mitts.

“Hey! No bruising the merchandise!” I giggled, linking arms with her as we strutted backstage, perfectly in step with one another. She grabbed the microphone from Mike the Mic Guy, gave me a wink, and stepped through the curtain.

“Aaaaand we’re back! Now, this next lady I’ve got lined up for you is quite a treat. She’s as pale as cream, thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, and will definitely step on you. Well, she might if you tip well. For legal reasons, we can’t call her “Elvira,” so I guess we’ll settle for… MOTHER! MARY!” That was my cue. I sauntered through the curtain, my hips moving like a figure eight. I moved across the stage, “Lullaby” by the Cure playing. I always chose various genres of rock for my acts. Not that I have anything against the other girls’ music choices… but there’s only so much female rap you can play in one night. As I began to dance, I noticed the group that Cristella had mentioned earlier. They were sitting front and center, near the edge of the stage.

Seven of the masked figures sat around the Painted Man, as I had labeled him. Two of the masked figures seemed effeminate, and the other five seemed more masculine. They all ranged in different shapes and sizes. Maybe the masks are a fetish thing? Cristella did say that they came from a concert… Something about them seemed off. I did a swing around the pole, dropping into a fireman, trying to catch a scent. It was a whirlwind of scents, none of them too out of the ordinary. Except the beefy one. He smelled like midnight. I don’t know how to explain it. What really caught my interest though was the Painted Man. Specifically, his eyes. One of them was grey, the iris almost black. The other eye had a pale, white iris. It suited him, and it was beautiful, in an eerie way. Those eyes looked at me, as I danced around the stage, and they knew me. If I had a working heart still, it would be racing.

As Robert Smith crooned, I descended the stairs of the stage as sensually as one could in Pleaser heels, making my way to the Painted Man. If I wanted to know what these people were, I’d have to get a closer look. The Painted Man patted one of his legs with a gloved hand, and cocked his head to the side. I took the invitation, but not before I teased him. I crouched between his legs, running my hands up his thighs. As I rose, I walked my hands up his thighs, bringing my face closer to his. His breath graced my skin, smelling faintly of licorice. As he leaned in, for what I could only assume was a kiss, I rose again, strutting over to one of the masked beings. It was the smaller of the male ones. I sat in his lap, letting him run his hands over me as I began to grind on his lap. His growing erection told me I was going to have a busy night.

“Your boss is a little too eager," I whispered, getting a good whiff of him. He smelled faintly of smoke. I put my hands on his chest, trying to keep my balance. No heartbeat.

“What makes you think he’s my boss?” The being asked petulantly. He grabbed onto my waist, as he began to grind with me. I moved his hand to the small of my back, and leaned back in a dip. The being ran his other hand over my belly, in between my breasts, and up to my throat, bringing me back up to his masked face.

“You’re the one wearing a uniform." I darted my tongue out to lick my lips. What is he? My mind raced as I tried to run through every supernatural creature I’d ever known. But then I heard it. I barely even understood it. All I picked up was price and one night. It was Ghoulish. The taller female ghoul was asking about what I can only assume was my hourly rate. Most strip clubs in this part of Vegas were just fronts for brothels. However, it’s hard to sell the idea of prostitution to Mid-Western vanilla tourists. So most of my income was made from stripping. I usually had one or two clients I went to bed with a night. It wasn’t very stable, but then again, I had less expenses than the average stripper, considering my “condition."

“Tell your friend my basic hourly rate is $500. My Ghoulish isn’t any good." I stood up, and made my way to the female ghoul’s lap.

“How do you know Ghoulish?” she asked, a bit of surprise in her tone. I bent over in front of her, shaking my ass for her. She put a couple of bills in the waistband of my panties, punching my previous ghoul in the arm. He forked over some cash as well.

“I’m not human. I’ll leave it at that," I said, stuffing the cash into the top of my corset. Dear lord… All hundreds… The female ghoul rubbed my thighs, turning me back around slowly, so as to admire my ass.

“Could we get a room after your number? I think a private dance is in order," she said, in broken Ghoulish. I nodded, and as if on cue, the lights and music began to fade out. As I began to walk back up the stairs to the stage past the Painted Man, his hand darted forward to smack my ass. God, it really is not the night for this shit. My more animalistic nature took over, and before I could stop it, a hiss left my lips. As if of their own accord, my fangs sprung painfully through my gums. I heard a snap, and looked over to see the largest ghoul stand up. He shook his head. Thank god the lights were low. Embarrassed, I covered my mouth, and made my way across the stage.

“What the fuck was that all about?” Mike the Mic Guy asked, handing a mic to Cristella. I still had my hand over my mouth. Cristella looked worried.

“Are you okay Mary? I can get you some tea if you’re keyed up." I shook my head.

“Please get a room ready. The Freak Parade wants a private dance," I said as I walked away, silently cursing myself. Once back in the dressing room, I threw open the mini-fridge I normally kept padlocked. I looked to the last bottle I had left in my stash. Hopefully it hasn’t clotted, I thought, throwing the bottle back. This wouldn’t end my thirst, but it would certainly quell the burning in my throat. You nearly lost it. You need to bag one of these stupid fucks tonight, or else. I hadn’t had a bad case of blood lust in decades, but the combination of winter holidays, my strict schedule, and FOSTA-SESTA had really cut off my food supply.

The door opened, and Cristella came in with a cup of tea. She looked at the flask in her hand and cocked a brow.

“And you didn’t offer to share. What is that? Cuervo? Henny?” she said, reaching for the flask. I shook my head, and put it back in the fridge, closing the padlock.

“It’s cough syrup. I keep it under lock and key because of that bitch Ronnie. She’s not fooling anybody. You ever see how much her hands shake? Too much caffeine? Yeah, right. We all know what the DTs look like." I began changing into a burgundy velvet bra and panty set, pairing it with some burgundy gloves and stockings. Finally, I found a pair of sparkly Loboutins Lydia had left me. My mind rolled back through the streets of Paris to 1991, when Louboutin opened its first salon. Lydia smiled, as I kissed her shin, helping her into the heel. She looked down at me, her eyes full of love, and the corner of her mouth hiding a kiss just for me.

“Yeah, she is pretty suspish. What happened with those weirdos out there?” Cristella interrupted my memory. I shook my head. Are you just imagining your heartache?

“Oh the big guy was just mad because I didn’t get around to him. That’s why I wanted you to get the room. Plus, I might be able to secure a nice check from these guys. They all seemed absolutely randy," I said. Cristella shook her head, giggling. The gloss in my hand made a popping noise, as I pulled the wand from the bottle. It was my favorite flavor, watermelon.

“I can ask one of the boys to sit in, to keep them from getting too handsy," Cristella said. I shook my head. It would only keep me from getting too handsy, I thought to myself. Bless her heart. I could never make a kill here. I loved the crew here far too much. Plus, I didn’t have a coven. No one to protect me when I fucked up. They kicked me out long ago. It’s the main reason I ended up in Vegas, avoiding the sun when I could, doing my best to keep a legal and convenient profession. Where else could get a job with only night shifts, and a never-ending supply of useless assholes no one cared about?

“I’ll be okay Crissy. Even if they do try something, we have a panic button in there. Don’t worry." I gave her a slimy, glossy kiss on the cheek, earning a shriek from her strawberry mouth. She batted at me, narrowly missing me as I bounded out of the room.

As I approached the bigger of our three private rooms, I noticed two of the larger male ghouls standing outside the door. All of the ghouls dressed similarly, including the female ghouls. But I now noticed the alchemical symbols dangling from their belt chains. The shorter one had a quintessence symbol, the other larger one, an earth symbol. The earth one opened the door, and the quintessence one escorted me in.

“Thank you, Aether. Back to the door with you. Come, have a seat. Dewdrop says there is more to you than meets the eye. Let me pour you a glass of wine, cara," a thick, Italian accent beckoned to me. I walked to the ottoman in the middle of the room, where I usually found myself during private dances.

“I don’t drink during work hours, love. Now, what should I call you?” I looked into the mismatched eyes of the Painted Man.

“You can call me Papa. I’m Papa Emeritus, the fourth. My close friends call me Copia, but I suppose we are not quite there yet, sí?” he said, leaning forward to take my chin in his hand. I nodded.

“While I would love to marvel at your undoubtedly exquisite body, There is some business we should take care of first, piccolina. Do you like Type O Negative?” Cue the record scratching. The dreamy look I normally adopt when with my clients evaporated.

“Excuse me?” I whispered. Papa laughed.

“The band, cara. I was going to have you dance for me later. However, you must have a preference."

“I really don’t understand what you mean," I whispered. Papa laughed again, a big booming laugh.

“I know your secret cara. The ghouls told me. One of my predecessors, Papa Nihil, told me if I were to ever come across your kind, I should try to win your allegiance. Your kind have interesting abilities, specifically the power of influence." Of course that’s what he’s after.

“I don’t do that," I said, looking down to avoid his gaze. Papa tsked.

“I think you will. The ghouls say you smell lonely. Where is your famiglia?” He asked. I shook my head. Lydia’s pained screams echoed in my ears, our last moment together wrenching my heart out of my chest decades later.

“We split because of artistic differences," I said softly. Dewdrop and his companions giggled behind me.

“Forcing people to allow you to exsanguinate them for sport is not ‘artistic differences,’” Dewdrop hissed. The other ghouls laughed. Papa shook his head, and raised a hand to silence them.

“Now now, Dewdrop. It is hard to control one’s basic nature. Sí, tesoro? Tell me, how long has it been since your last drink?” He looked at me with concern. I couldn’t meet his eyes. I knew what he saw. Weak, pathetic, useless… The words were like a disgusting mantra, swirling through my mind, angry and acidic.

“Weeks… It’s been weeks," I whispered. He tsked again. I heard the ghouls chatter amongst themselves. Their pity made me feel disgusting, like a child with sweaty, clammy hands, and odorous armpits.

“What if I told you I could offer you a job and a home? A home where you wouldn’t have to hide your nature. A home where you’d never go hungry again?” I looked up at him.

“What kind of job?” I asked. The ghouls laughed again. Papa shot them a glare.

“I would make use of your gifts occasionally. Nobody would get hurt. You would warm my bed whenever I asked. Maybe pick up a trade or two once back with the Clergy. And in turn, you would get protection, and all the blood you could ever need," he said. I finally mustered the courage to look him in the eyes. What do you have to lose? Besides, you’ve done infinitely worse things.

“You swear on your life, nobody will get hurt? Not a single person?” I asked. Papa nodded.

“I’ll do it. I’ll also require a salary as well," I said, extending my hand. Papa nodded, taking my hand in both of his.

“Anything you need, cara. But first, I think you need a drink. And then we will get the night I paid for," he said. He waved his hand towards the door, which the shorter female ghoul scurried to open. I noticed she sported a pocket chain with an air symbol.

“Bring in one of the more rosy siblings, Cumulus. I suspect our new friend will need the sustenance before we get too far into our plans for the night," Cumulus nodded, and shut the door behind her. Papa stood up, and began removing his suit jacket and gloves; rolling up his sleeves. I could see his blue veins pulsating, causing me to become aroused in a way I cannot quite explain. Involuntarily, my pussy throbbed, and my mouth watered.

“Now now, little one. Be patient. Your drink will be here soon enough. But for now, you will seal our little deal with a kiss, so to speak. On your knees," Papa ordered, gesturing to the floor. I slipped from the ottoman to the floor, crawling on all fours to him. His breath hitched as I slid my hands up his thighs. I didn’t break eye contact as I unbuckled his trousers, nor when I reached into his pants to pull out his sizeable cock.

The door opened, and I heard mumbles, as well as a struggle, and a thud. Of course, both my hands and mouth were preoccupied. I watched Papa intently as I sucked him off. His eyes were rolled back, his mouth slack, and his hands threaded into his hair, as he let out an ungodly moan. I kitten licked his frenulum, stroking his shaft, earning another moan. He bucked his hips into my throat. Sit still, I whispered in the back of my mind. Papa grabbed my hair, and pulled me off his cock.

“Never again, my little bat. Continue," he said, grabbing either side of my face as he began to fuck my throat rigourously. Someone behind me cleared their throat. I wasn’t able to look up, due to my current predicament.

“Can’t you see I’m busy, Cirrus? What is it?” Papa let out a grunt, as his cock twitched in my mouth. I began to fellate him with my hands, wrenching more breathy sighs and groans from him. Within seconds, his warm seed was flooding my throat. I heard Dewdrop cheer, and then a slap, which I assumed was a high five. Papa rolled his eyes and smiled, as I dabbed away the bit of cum that had spilled over my bottom lip.

“Just in time. I needed something to wash down all that salt," I stood, and walked over to the person Cumulus and Cirrus stood in front of. It looked like a plumper woman. She was wearing what looked like a nun’s habit, her red ringlets spilling out from under her wimple.

“All for you cara. Come find me when you have finished your meal," Papa walked out, which left me with the ghouls and my prey. Dewdrop, and the other male ghoul, who sported a water symbol, helped the little nun onto the couch.

“You’re going to let me fuck that tight ass later, right? Nearly busted watching you and Copia earlier," Dewdrop said to me, softly enough for just me to hear. I giggled and nodded, batting him away after he began nibbling on my neck. He patted my ass, and began to pull the wimple from the nun’s head.

“I’ve got this. Why don’t you and the rest of the ghouls get started? I’ll be done pretty quickly." Dewdrop nodded.

“C’mon, Rainy. Come play with my cock, while we watch Mary drink," The water ghoul nodded, grabbing Dewdrop’s hand. I turned my attention back to the nun. She began to stir. I pushed back her hair.

“This is going to hurt a little bit. But I will make this quick and painless. You deserve an easy death." The nun, barely awake, nodded, and turned her head. I cradled her head, and brought her throat to my mouth. With a final kiss to her soft, peachy flesh, I sank my teeth into her throat, not letting a single drop of her blood go to waste.

It felt like drinking water after being stuck in a desert for a week. Her blood was sweet, clean, and thick, and it quenched my thirst quickly. Her body began to go limp in my arms, and her skin turned cold. It’s still not enough. I had to force myself to stop. Never drink the last drop. It might just be the last thing you do, my old mentor’s voice reminded me. I let the little nun drop back to the couch, and turned to face the ghouls. Cirrus sat with Cumulus, each with a hand in the other’s pants. Rain was bobbing his head up and down slowly, as Dewdrop played with his hair. Dewdrop looked up at me.

“Hot," he said. Cirrus nodded, and refocused her attention on Cumulus. Rain moaned, causing Dewdrop to hiss. I looked at them all, lust clouding my gaze.

“Make room. It’s my turn," I said. Dewdrop pulled my mouth to his, not fazed one bit by the blood coating my lips. Cirrus began to explore the space between my thighs with her long, gorgeous fingers. Rain held my hair, kissing and nipping at my neck. A girl really could get used to this...

Hours later, after all of the ghouls had had their turn, even the two from the door, I was back in the dressing room. I opened the envelope the earth ghoul, Mountain, had handed me on the way out. My eyes grew like saucers as I counted the money inside. I had only expected eight grand; two hours, eight clients, multiplied by $500. But as I counted, I realized I had 15 grand in my hands. The door opened, breaking my wealth-induced trance. It was Papa.

“If you would really like the job, come to this address in two weeks. Bring only what you must. Put everything else in storage," he said, handing me a card. I was confused.

“Why two weeks?” I asked. Papa smiled.

“Because it’s polite, cara. Don’t forget your letter of resignation."

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This is the first thing I've wrote in years! I hope you all enjoy it! A special thanks to @gasolineghuleh for all of their help!

#the band ghost #popia #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #cumulus ghoullete #cirrus ghoulette #duckydaydreams

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