#making a few copies of this for trades hehe

[spirithotline]

My baby blue DSi - online version of a zine i made for sfzinefest

[rhysazriel]

Meet Me in the Copy Room [CEO!Rhysand]

SUMMARY: Rhysand is Y/N’s boss but he likes his secretary more than he should. (10.8k)

WARNINGS: teasing, swearing, kissing, smut; dirty talk, fingering, oral (both receiving and face sitting), protected sex, multiple orgasms

A/N: this is a fic from my other account that I no longer use, I changed some bits around for it to fit Rhys' character after an anon had requested it!! Also, this is a Modern AU bc Rhys’ vibe screams CEO hehe

Y/N has worked in many places before Velaris LTD. She was a waitress for a brief few months when she was in college at a diner near her dorm. She was also a librarian for six months and a part-time barista in the cafe down the street from her parents home. 

She’s done her share in retail and even a year working in the bank, but as of recent, the past seven months, she’s been employed by Velaris LTD, one of the worlds finest trading companies.

She’s no longer assigned a God awful uniform, nor does she have to converse with the general public and adhere to the customers' every need. No. Now, Y/N has her own little office area with a big reception desk with her own phone and separate line across her boss’ office. 

Now, she has her own computer and a little fax machine and she wears heels with pencil skirts and pretty blouses.

Given, she’s a secretary, but an important one at that. She’s not the kind of secretary that runs pointless errands and gets her boss coffee while adhering to their every beck and call. She arranges meetings in the most elite of clubs and restaurants. She files the reports she’s meant to and she handles his schedule and phone calls. 

He may be the CEO, but Y/N is the one behind closed doors that ensures everything runs as smoothly as it does.

And sure, Rhysand is the literal face and name of his damn company and he should ideally hire someone to run the damn business for him, but he’s also narcissistic and refuses whenever it’s brought up to let another man or woman run his business for him. 

Maybe that’s what she likes so much about her job. That he doesn’t trust anyone to be by his side except her.

It’s something she’s struggled to understand for the longest time. She’s three years younger than him, barely just turned twenty-six, yet he chose to hire her over all the other highly-qualified applicants. 

She hasn’t complained about it, would never. Her job is too good. As his personal secretary, her monthly wage is what four months at the diner used to get her. And don’t get her started on the other perks her position offers.

She’s thankful, and she makes that very clear in every opportunity she gets. She didn’t know Rhysand before she got the job, and if she’s completely honest, she’d never ever heard of him. 

She expected him to be some stuck up prick that didn’t respect women and only cared for his company and business. She was proven incredibly wrong at her interview when he made her a cup of tea and asked inclusive questions her previous employers didn’t care to think of.

Within three weeks of having the job, she’d learned more about him than the colleagues that have worked for him since the beginning of his firm. And she doesn’t mean things like how he takes his coffee and his favourite places to go for lunch. She means she knows what laundry detergent he can’t use because it irritates his skin. 

She knows his mother and sister are the most important women to him, that he sometimes misses his mundane life working with his brothers. She knows the meanings behind almost every single tattoo he has and that while the press made him out to be a cheating womaniser when his fiancee left him two years ago, it was actually her that did the cheating and left him heartbroken.

She’s always wondered why Rhysand trusts her so much. She’s never given him a reason not to, and she never would, but it’s always been in the back of her mind. But then, she supposes she doesn’t know why Rhys does a lot of things that regard her. 

Like how, in the mornings, he brings her coffee on his way past her desk. How he always insists he delivers paperwork to her himself and softly apologises for how much she has to file away. 

Or how he’ll send her cheeky emails from his personal about how annoying Gerione is when she tries to flirt with him. And on more than one occasion, she’s noticed him leaning in his chair to get a peek at her through the window of his office; craning his neck up to see her past the high wall of her reception-like desk.

She doesn’t say anything to him, though. She supposes he’s trying to sneakily check in on her to make sure she’s actually doing the work. Y/N knows she’s not the youngest to work for Velaris LTD, but she is the youngest to be fully employed and not as an intern. 

She’s faced ageism within the company since her first day. She’s either babied by the mothers of the company, or criticised and borderline bullied by the ones a few years older and higher up. She hasn’t much let it get to her, though. She figures she’s clearly a valuable asset if the company is still running and Rhysand still wants her by his side.

Today feels no different from any other. She gets to work at 7:45 AM, a sleepy smile on her lips as she greets Amora at the front desk. He smiles through tightly pursed lips and quickly avoids her gaze, greeting another worker with a high-pitched laugh and kissing their cheek. 

Y/N keeps walking, doesn’t let herself dwell and makes for the elevator. She’s alone until she gets up to the twelfth floor and the keycard clipped to her pencil skirt is gently patting against the left side of her lower tummy.

She doesn’t let her eyes take in her appearance as she walks past the floor-to-ceiling mirror that encompasses an entire 15-foot long wall. She knows her ponytail is tight enough and that her shirt is probably a little wonky because her bag that rests on her shoulder is tugging at the collar of it. 

She also doesn’t let herself look to her right because she doesn’t think she has the energy to pretend to ignore the snickers and grimaces from a few of the thirteenth-floor girls this morning.

Instead, Y/N rounds the corner and gets comfortable behind her desk. Her bag is tucked underneath it and her fingers make quick work of logging onto her computer and getting started for the day. Rhysand’s office is directly opposite her, thin windows either side of the tall door and from her seat, she can see his empty desk and a gorgeous view of the city.

It’s exactly 8 AM when Rhysand greets her with her morning coffee. He’s dressed in his usual slick black suit with a charming smile on those pink lips. Y/N would be lying if she said she’s never thought about her boss in more than a professional way. She’s thought about him in many different scenarios where he has her in many different positions.

“Good morning, Rhysand,” she greets him softly, a gentle smile on her plump lips. 

That was another thing that took her a while to get the hang of. Rhys doesn’t like to be referred to by his last name. The first time she greeted him as such, he waved it off and insisted she called him Rhysand or Rhys. 

It’s been months since she even thought of his last time… to the point where every time she sees it on some paperwork, she struggles to pair it with him.

Rhys takes his time every morning to admire her and her outfit of the day. He’s thoroughly pleased about the tight blouse and many open buttons at the top that offer the delicious view of the swell of her perky tits.

He averts his gaze with another charming grin, and can feel his trousers slowly begin to tighten as he places her coffee on her desk. “Morning, darling. How did you sleep?” he asks, always taking a few minutes out of his morning to make sure she feels okay and slept well the night before.

Rhysand’s never really known himself why he purposely goes out of his way to ask her these things. He doesn’t bother to do much with any other of his workers, nor his previous personal secretaries. 

He tells himself it’s because she’s young and new, so he wants to make sure she feels as comfortable and as included as he can. But she’s only three years younger than him and she’s been working for him for over a year.

He needs to stop feeding himself that same bullshit excuse.

Y/N gleams a pretty smile and leans forward with her elbows on the desk, subsequently pressing her tits together deliciously. Rhysand licks his lips, eyeing up her chest before gazing back at her pretty smile again. But it doesn’t go unnoticed and it stirs something that oozes confidence inside her.

She tilts her head a little, a hint of something mischievous in her eyes but Rhys doesn’t notice. Figures she’s too innocent to catch on to his somewhat advances, but little does he know. 

“Slept okay, it’s just really hot in my house lately… I need to speak with my landlord about getting a new AC fitted or I’ll be stuck sleeping naked until further notice,” she tells him through a seemingly innocent sigh, shrugging her shoulders and as hard as Rhysand tries to hide his bulging eyes, she catches them, along with the bulging in his pants.

He raises his brows in amusement and a lopsided grin pulls at the corners of his pink lips. He tilts his head like she did. “Do you only sleep naked when your air con is broken? Thought that’s something people living alone normally did? Freeing and all. I do it,” he shrugs his shoulders. He’s subtly prying, trying to learn if she still lives alone in that cutsey townhouse just twenty minutes away, or if she’s got a man on the scene.

He watches the apples of her cheeks twitch and he wonders if she’s imagining him sleeping naked. She is. He smirks to himself at the thought of what she must be mustering up in that pretty little head of hers. 

It’s nothing new between the two; occasional flirting and topics that definitely should not be discussed between a boss and his secretary. He likes to watch her squirm and splutter and innocently reply in a way that has blood rushing to his cock. 

He’s always observed her closely during these types of interactions, knows how to read her body language. He’s come to learn when she feels uncomfortable, and she’s never shown any signs of discomfort during said topics.

“And it would be freeing if I didn’t have a friend staying with me that often forgets to knock on my bedroom door before storming in,” she chuckles dryly, wondering if her words would rile him up or not. 

She doesn’t know why they would. 

She figures it’s all just harmless banter between the two; a little bit of flirtatious teasing to loosen them up when things get a little stressy. She’s dead certain someone as successful as him would never actually want anything romantic with his fucking assistant.

His brows raise higher than before, can feel his hand ball into tightly clenched fists and he clears his throat, gritting his teeth behind a hard smile. “Oh? You’ve got a friend staying with you?” he asks in a soft tone that doesn’t suggest he’s pissy that her friend gets to see her naked and between her sheets. 

He wonders what else she does naked between the sheets in the dead of night when she can’t sleep. 

She nods, soft hum verberating in her closed mouth as she types something quickly on her computer. “Yeah, he just broke up with his girlfriend so he’s staying at mine until he can get his stuff out and move into the new flat he’s found.” She watches him inhale a shaky breath through his flared nostrils and avert his gaze to the wall behind her.

She’s got a glimmer of a smirk on her lips, eyes light and playful but he doesn’t notice that. Rhysand’s too caught up with the newfound knowledge that it’s a male friend that’s walking in on her naked. 

She wonders if he’s imagining her naked in bed… or maybe entertaining the idea of her fucking her friend one night when he walks in on her. She thinks that might be it but it doesn’t explain why he looks royally pissed… dare she say; jealous?

She tilts her head when he looks back down at her, jaw still set and he clears his throat, seemingly trying to cool himself down. His elbows are bent as his forearms rest on the top of his desk, his back arched just slightly. 

“Not got anyone else he can stay with? What did they break up for?” he pushes further, hopes she’ll turn around and say it’s because he realised he’s gay. She doesn’t.

Instead, Y/N shrugs her shoulders and her elbow leans on the desk, her chin sitting in the palm of her hands as she gazes up at him leaning on the second level of her station. 

“Things weren’t working, he didn’t wanna be tied down just yet. Wanted to have a bit of fun before settling.” She can see the gears in his head turn and tick away as he hums absentmindedly.

She tries not to squint at him, to gauge his reaction and decipher what the meaning behind his distant gaze is. She tries not to look too closely into his blushing cheeks and set jaw. She tries not to let herself fantasise about him being jealous and wanting her to himself. She tries, but it doesn’t work.

Rhysand hums, nodding as if he gets it and maybe he does. She knows all about his one night stands and sleepless nights at the strip clubs he frequents. She also knows about the countless booty calls that tend to frequent his office, only for him to ask her to call security to escort the women out. 

And she absolutely should not find great joy in watching them huff as security links their beefy arms in their dainty ones, but she does.

Y/N thinks she keeps that secret to herself, but more times than not, Rhysand’s seen the hint of a smirk tug at the corner of her lips when he leans on the doorframe of his office. He knows she doesn’t notice him watching her, he likes knowing she thinks he doesn’t see things. He sees it all.

“Well hopefully he’ll be out of your hair soon enough,” he proposes and she has a sneaky suspicion that he’s subtly asking how long he’ll be staying with her. Which is exactly what he’s doing. Y/N hums again and shrugs her shoulders. 

“Actually, I don’t mind him being there, I quite enjoy the company. Gets a bit lonely in the evenings sometimes, to be honest,” she baits.

She watches with a small smirk as Rhys inhales a deep and hollow breath, bowing his head a little so his chin almost rests against his black tie, his jaw knocking against his shirt collar. She doesn’t know where this sudden confidence is coming from. Can she even call it confidence? She isn’t flirting, just baiting him to gauge his reactions.

“Don’t fancy going out with your girlfriends?” He tries to steer away from the topic of other men in her life, but Y/N isn’t finished just yet. 

“Sometimes, on the weekends, sure. But it gets a bit annoying when guys don’t know how to take a hint and keep trying to hit on you all night,” she sighs in fake annoyance and she’s certain she sees red flash through Rhysand’s eyes.

She lets herself think he’s jealous, protective. The thought of her boss thinking of her in a sexual manner and hating the idea of other men being in her home or hitting on her is exciting. It’s a thrilling rush of blood that causes tingles between her thighs and has her pressing them together beneath her desk.

Rhysand’s none the wiser. His fists clench at the image of another man dancing up her but his cock bloats at the thought of her dancing on a night out. No doubt in a short and tight dress. He knows tonight he’ll let himself think he can feel the swell of her ass rubbing against his crotch, let himself think he can taste her lips on his tongue.

He doesn’t say anything else and Y/N thinks he’s thoroughly fucked in his head. “Well, I’ve emailed over your schedule for the morning. Have a good day, Rhys.”

//

Through the rest of the morning, Rhysand struggles to focus on anything that isn’t her. He’s had two conference calls and for both video meetings from his office, he’s been leaned over in his chair with a strained neck, trying to catch sight of what she’s doing at her desk through the thin window in his door. 

He was more than thankful when the calls ended because when she sat on her knees on her chair and leaned over the top of the desk, her tits almost spilled out of her blouse and Rhysand spent the rest of the hour sporting a rock hard boner.

He thinks she’s doing it on purpose when she comes into him after her lunch break. She’s taken her hair out of her ponytail and it falls in loose waves down her shoulders. 

She enters his office with her hands full of paperwork that just so happen to stop beneath the swell of her breasts so they’re able to sit on the pile; all perky and swollen. She’s got a shy smirk on her lips, too. Like she knows she’s taking her end of the teasing a little further and she lets out a little huff of relief after she plops them onto his desk.

Rhys doesn’t try to hide his stare on her chest and she wonders if he catches her staring at the thick bulge in his pants. Neither parties say anything to the other but as their eyes meet, it’s like an unspoken understanding is pieced together. 

A silent acknowledgement that they both know what the other is doing and that they’re more than okay with it. Like all lines between them are completely blurred and any boundaries are ready to be pushed aside.

He watches her hips sway as she leaves his office, closing the door behind her when she leaves. His neck cranes again as he leans to his side in his swivel chair, watching her type something on her computer through the window again. 

Her brows are furrowed softly as she stands and rounds her desk, meeting his gaze through the thin glass and walking past his office completely. He tries to watch her but she disappears from his line of sight and an email pings through his laptop.

Y/N: Meet me in the copy room.

He’s leaping out of his chair before he can even push himself away from his desk. His strides are long and quick as he rips his office door open and slams it closed behind him. He clears his throat and avoids the gaze of his employees, ignores the ogling looks he earns from the women he knows touch themselves to the thought of him late at night.

Rhysand sneaks his way into the copy room, kicking the door closed behind him. She stands in front of him, leaning against the copier with a flirtatiously shy smile. He reaches blindly behind him and twists the lock, his bottom lip taut between his teeth as he ogles her shamelessly. She feels shy under his gaze, knowing he doesn’t care to hide how attracted he is to her.

She doesn’t have time to feel awkward or rake her brain for something to say because he’s rushing toward her and with both large hands caressing her cheeks, his lips are smearing against hers. 

Y/N reaches up and tangles her fingers in his messily styled hair, twisting the curls and tugging softly. His hands leave her face in desperation as they pinch at her hips before rounding her body and squeezing deliciously at her ass.

She tastes like strawberries; her tongue swirling against his. His mind is swimming and all he wants to do is taste her little honey pot, wants to know if she tastes as sweet down there as she does on her tongue. 

She’s no better. His tongue works skilfully against her, licking into her warm mouth and nibbling softly at her bottom lip. She can’t help but suckle filthily on his tongue, wishing to God she was on her knees as he fucks her mouth.

Both of their minds are hazy; like everything they feel is overwhelming and yet not enough all at once. Y/N feels the pulsing between her thighs, can feel her little lace panties soaking up her arousal and Rhysand’s cock is painfully hard in his pants—knows his tip is fucking leaking and no doubt a delicious purple shade.

“God, I‘ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he admits gruffly into her mouth, grabbing handfuls of her ass over her skirt but it’s too tight for him to spread her cheeks like he fucking needs to. 

Y/N whimpers into his mouth and he hikes her up and onto the desk, just beside the copier machine. He rolls her skirt up her thighs until it’s bunched tightly around her waist. Her clothed pussy sits against the cold wood and she shudders, tugging him between her spread legs.

“Why didn’t you?” She breathes heavily into the kiss. 

His hands are gripping at her thighs; the cool metal of his rings sending chills through her body and she’s desperately stripping him from his suit jacket. He groans, hands rushing back up to her face to cup her jaw while he struggles to fight against her to keep his jacket on. 

He kisses her lips and pulls away, mind foggy but he wants to take his time with her, not have a quick fuck in the copy room and never again after that.

“Didn’t know if you wanted it, too,” he breathes, warm breath fanning across her lips and she reaches up blindly to kiss him again. Her eyes are hooded, lips swollen, and Rhysand’s fucked at the sight of her. 

“I do want to, if it wasn’t already obvious,” she groans shyly, a heavy heat sitting on her cheeks and he chuckles, ego inflating as his cock pulses in his pants.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he promises and her eyes light up before she lets him finish his sentence. “But not here, not now. I want to take my time with you,” he rumbles through his chest, cupping her cheeks again and Y/N pouts breathlessly, her once confident demeanour slowly shifting and she feels a little small under his gaze.

“Fuck me now and take your time with me later,” she bargains, not even the slightest bit ashamed of how forward and desperate she’s letting herself seem. 

He’s no better. The second the words slip from her lips, he’s kissing her again; harder than before. It’s desperate; needy and raw. His fingers are tugging her shirt down and her breasts spill over and out of her bra.

Y/N’s head falls back as he tweaks a taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting as he continues his assault down her lean neck. She’s letting breathy whimpers slip past her lips as her head rolls against her shoulder. Y/N scratches at his back, tugging off his suit jacket and he throws it across the boxed room.

Rhys dips his head from her neck, kissing across her clavicle and nipping at her collarbones. He massages hungry open-mouthed kisses across the swell of her tits, circling her pearled nipple with his skilled tongue and she shudders as he envelopes his lips around it, suckling softly and flicking his tongue.

“Rhys,” she breathes in a wanton pant. 

He feels his cock bloat at the sound of his name slipping past her lips in a desperate whimper. Hearing her shudder his name as he latches on her nipple is something he didn’t know he needed to hear.

“Best tits I‘ve ever seen,” he mumbles as he pulls off her with a kiss to her areola, biting at her cleavage. 

Y/N’s fingers are desperately fumbling with his tie, tugging it loose and popping open a few buttons. Rhysand doesn’t give her the time or chance to open more than two before he’s shoving her tiny lace panties to the side and swirling his middle finger through her dripping folds.

Rhys groans at the feel of her; soft and warm, completely fucking drenched. The tip of his finger teases at her hole, swirling around her soaked folds but she wants more, needs it. He seems to sense her desperation because, without a second longer of anticipation, he pushes his finger in and massages at her squishy walls.

He splutters pathetically against her chest, his grip on her hip tightening as he slowly pumps his digit in and out of her dripping heat. 

“Oh shit, you’re so tight,” he groans, completely fucking mesmerised by the way her little pussy is clenching onto him. 

He wonders if his cock will even fit. She shudders breathlessly, thighs willing to clench shut but he doesn’t let them.

His fingers are much longer than hers; hitting deeper than she’s ever able to in the dead of night when she can’t sleep. Her head falls back and Rhysand latches his lips onto her neck, pulling out so his fingertip rests at her hole before he lunges back in with a second digit.

They’re twisting in a ‘come hither’ motion, pads of his fingertips massaging at her squishy spot and she’s quivering and trembling under his touch. Her clit feels like it’s on fire, angry and desperate from the neglect it’s facing so she sneaks a hand between their bodies, holding her weight on one arm as she leans back, and offers herself a pinch of relief.

It’s a filthy fucking sight for Rhys to be privy to; watching her little fingers rub deliciously at her soaked, swollen clit. He’s painfully hard but fuck, he wants to see her cum all over his hand before he releases his bloated cock. 

“Fuck, Rhysand… oh shit,” she’s gasping frantically, legs twitching and toes curling.

He can’t help but wonder how long it’s been since someone last touched her this good. He’s only had his hands on her for a couple of minutes and he can feel how close she is to her tipping point, how badly she needs to explode. He wonders if he’s about to make her cum harder than she ever has before.

She’s getting loud, too vocal for them to get away with the quick rendezvous they’re playing at. It’s when he tests the waters and scissors his fingers before picking up his pace that she falls uncontrollable with the desperate cries and filthy whines. 

He has no other choice than to shove her until her back is pressed against the desk and he’s leaning over her trembling body to press a hand over her mouth.

Y/N’s muffled moans vibrate against his palm and he watches the delicious sight with a deep hunger in his eyes. His teeth are gritted, breaths and grunts seething between them at the sight of her tits bouncing across her chest. 

“Cum, gonna cum!” he hears her muffled voice beg into his hand, a smug grin tugging helplessly at the corners of his lips and he coaxes it out of her.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good girl? My good girl?” he spurs her on, eyes rolling at the sensation of her tiny pussy spasming around his thick fingers and fuck, he’s sure he’s about to cum in his pants over it.

Y/N thrashes against the table, chasing her high as he finger fucks her through it. The sounds are obscene; muffled pleas and filthy squelching noises that sound from her messy cunt.

He slows his pace and lets her calm from her orgasm, nosing through her chest and he smears his parted lips across her tits, his tongue sitting on his bottom lip as he does so. Rhysand suckles gently on her pearled nipple as he moves his hand from her mouth and she’s tangling her fingers in his hair, deep breaths causing her chest to ripple.

Y/N’s eyes are fluttering, dazed and overwhelmed and they both know her legs are still trembling in the after-shock. She’s still desperate, though – inhibitions out the window and she no longer wants to play coy or hard to get. She wants his cock and she wants it shoved so deep inside of her that she won’t be able to walk for weeks.

“Please,” she murmurs through half-lidded eyes. Rhys’ brows furrow gently as he pulls off her chest, licking his lips and trying to chase her wanton gaze. When he finally does, he notices just how flushed and fucked she is. He’s a little taken back, if he’s honest. He knows the effect he has on women in the bedroom, but none quite like this for a quick fingerbang in the copy room.

Rhysand reaches for her face, cupping her jaw in his palm and she finally meets his eyes. She’s blinking back rose-tinted hues of arousal to try and see him clearer, but even when her vision isn’t stained with lust, he still looks ravishing and it’s painful.

“Please, what, Miss Y/L/N?” he teases.

Rhysand’s got a sick grin on his face at the way her entire body shudders at his tone and choice of words. She’s a whimpering mess again but he’s barely got his hands on her – one on her hip and the other cupping her jaw. 

“Use your words,” he coaxes. Her lashes flutter angelically across her cheekbones and her lips blabber open and closed like a helpless fish out of water.

“Fuck, need you inside of me. Want your cock.” Y/N’s shuddering at her own choice of words. She’s always loved a bit of dirty talk but not once has it ever really come into play with past partners and if she’s honest, she feels way too shy and filthy. But she fucking loves it.

She loves the way he takes a deep breath – the way he growls to himself to try and fix his composure. She thinks he’s about to give into her, pound her raw and have her sobbing for more, baby, please, I need more! But what she gets is the complete opposite.

Rhysand’s lips hover over her ear, nosing at her neck on his way up before he’s nibbling his way across her jaw until his lips ghost hers.

“Not when you’re so fucked out, Princess. Let me come home with you tonight, back to your place. I’ll be your company,” he nips at her bottom lip, nosing at her jaw again and her head flutters back for a moment, eyes rolling. 

“My place? But my – my friend is there…” she trails off breathlessly, struggling to keep her grip on reality when Rhys begins to suck a bruise against her neck.

He pulls away with a sly grin, eyes hooded and dark and her lashes flutter as she drinks him in. He reaches forward and nips at her bottom lip again. “I know.”

//

She’s nervous as she climbs into his car. He insisted he drive them home and back to work tomorrow morning, which means he plans on staying the night and Y/N is not opposed to that in the slightest. 

But her nerves are getting the best of her when he reaches across the console and lets his hand rest on her thigh, squeezing generously and gnawing on his own bottom lip.

Her mind is working so hard on overdrive that she can’t even focus on one thing to worry about. Rhysand on the other hand, has one thing on his mind and one thing only. Her. 

Excitement is rushing through his veins and he’s sure he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. Blood is rushing to his thick cock and all he can think about is her sweet pussy and how it’ll taste when he has her sitting on his face; the only seat she’ll ever want and need.

They make it to her townhouse in no time and she’s clambering out of the car before he has the chance to switch the engine off. He knows she’s just as nervous as she is excited but he doesn’t say anything on the matter – at least, not yet. 

He follows her up the steps to the door, arms shaking around her waist and he kisses across the exposed expanse of her neck, flicking his tongue over the fresh bruise that’s darkened as the day dwindled on.

Neither of them seem to care that it’s still partly daylight and wandering eyes are no doubt watching on with sickening glances and judgemental stares. Y/N struggles to unlock the front door, too busy trying not to roll her head back in pleasure and anticipation. She loosens up a little as he licks wet stripes up her neck, nibbling on the tender skin and the second the door is open, he’s pinning her against it as it slams shut behind them.

His mouth is on her neck, suckling and licking his way up to her jaw, nipping at the curved edge before he licks across the shell of her ear. “Gonna have you dripping on my cock and screaming in my mouth, Princess,” he promises. His tone is dirty, dark and raspy and Y/N’s thinks she’s ready to submit to absolutely anything he fucking wants.

She’s pathetic, really – nodding frantically – eager to please. She doesn’t make an effort to hurry them to her bedroom. She’s too caught in the moment Rhysand thinks he wants to have her friend catch her being fucked roughly against her front door, let him know she’s already being treated as good as it fucking gets.

“Please, Rhys. Need it so bad, please,” she blabbers wetly. 

He kisses her quickly; hot and sticky. Their tongues are dancing a frantic rhythm but their lips still manage to mould and fit like puzzle pieces. Rhysand’s hands are hot on her waist, trailing up her body until he cups beneath the swell of her pretty tits.

“Please, what? What do you need, my love?” he coaxes, suckling on her bottom lip and she’s got half a mind to push him to his knees and hike her thighs over his shoulders. But she doesn’t have the will power or the guts and she’d much rather him dominate the absolute shit out of her.

His demeaning tone has her shaking – nimble fingers trying to tug and claw at the expensive blazer of his suit. She doesn’t know if it excites or frustrates him, but it does spur him on to tear her pretty blouse open and rip her bra in two. 

He ignores her shriek of shock and latches his wet mouth to her tit, sucking her hardened nipple between his lips and rolling his tongue across it.

Y/N’s head rolls back and knocks against the front door, wanton whimpers and yelps shrieking from her throat. Rhysand spares no expense – he’s grunting and moaning, coursing vibrations and shrills through her body that has her pulsing core blazing. She feels like she’s on fire and Rhysand feels like a starving man that’s finally about to eat a three course meal.

First, he’ll make her cum with his fingers. Then with his cock. And for dessert, he’ll have her on his face while he laps up everything else she has to offer. But Rhys doesn’t take into consideration that maybe she wants to taste him, too.

“Need your cock in my mouth.”

The filthy admission takes him back and for a split second, he’s stunned. Rhys halts his attack on her chest and leans back to get a proper look at her. Y/N’s eyes are blazing a fiery red, one that screams need and touch. She’s fucked, utterly. Messy hair and smeared lip gloss across the lower half of her face.

His own eyes are hooded as he watches her very slowly slide down the door. Her knees are bending and he knows what’s coming, what she’s trying to do. Rhysand has half a mind to stop her, to remind her who’s in charge and that he just wants to taste her, to make her feel good. 

The other half tells him to tear out her hair band and hold her hair and head in place with his fist, tells him to let her stuff her mouth with his length by the front door and pray and hope her friend just so happens to be home.

Her shaky hands are unbuckling his belt, tugging down his zipper. Her knees hit the entrance carpet and she reaches back behind her to tug her hair completely loose from her elastic. Rhysand watches, chin meeting his chest, as she massages out the kinks before throwing it over her shoulder.

He can’t stop staring at her as she tugs his pants down just enough to palm over the thick and hard bulge in his boxers. He makes no effort to bite back a grunt and the soft whine that follows. Rhys’ eyes are on her but she’s got her gaze focussed on his clothed cock.

Y/N leans forward, nosing at his thick length. Her mouth is parted; bottom lip dragging a wet strip across the expensive, cotton material as she makes her way up for the little strip of thin hairs that dust down to his sweet spot. When she gets to the top of the elastic, her tongue slips from her mouth and a bold, wet stripe is licked fatly up to his bellybutton.

She feels him shudder, hands on the fronts of his thighs and they creep up to the waistband of his boxers. Rhysand’s got one hand tangled in her hair, blunt nails scratching at her scalp and the other is leaning against her front door, supporting his crushing weight up.

“Are you gonna take all of me, baby?” he coaxes. 

Spit begins to well in her mouth as she tugs his boxers down and she’s finally face to face with her boss’ thick, long cock. He’s massive, that much she’s certain of and the way his tip glistens an angry pink proves he’s just as eager as she is. She wonders if he’s been as hard since the copy room earlier today.

Rhysand’s tugging at her hair, trying to get her to focus on the situation at hand rather than ogling at his cock. He usually wouldn’t mind, but right now he’s far too desperate to be lodged down her warm throat to think about anything else. His cock twitches as it slaps at his lower abdomen, leaving damp trails of precum in his tip’s wake.

It’s standing tall when Y/N leans forward on her knees. She’s got her palms bracing her weight on his thick thighs and her tongue sits on her bottom lip, licking a bold and wide strip up the entire eight inches of his thick length. Rhysand’s grunting when her tongue swirls around his head before she’s suckling the soft flesh into her mouth.

Her cheeks are softly hollowed and gentle hums of approval sound around him at the salty taste that sits heady on her tongue. Her lips are stretched around his puffy head, the actual width of him nearly choking her but fuck, if she doesn’t love it with every ounce of her dirty little soul.

She’s got those innocent doe eyes staring up at him while she suckles on his length. Relaxing her throat to take him a little deeper, Y/N pumps in a firm fist what she can’t fit; twisting her wrist. 

Rhys can’t keep his fucking eyes off her – puffy lips swollen and stretched and if he sees another dribble of saliva drip from her lips and down the valley of her tits, he’s gonna cum straight down her throat.

“Fuck, such a good mouth. So fucking good, Princess,” he goads. 

He’s gnawing hard on his bottom lip, mouth salivating at the sight of his pretty little secretary on her knees with her mouth stuffed with his cock. Rhysand can’t help his ego from inflating when she lets him guide his hips until he hits the back of her throat, choking her lightly and she splutters around his length.

It’s filthy – the noises her mouth and his cock are making – but Rhysand’s living for it. Pools and dribbles of saliva and precum are spilling and bubbling from the corners of her mouth and the swells of her tits are soaked from it alone. She’s comfy on her knees now and takes her free hand from his thigh to tug his pants and boxers down further.

She’s picked up her pace, sucking harder and fisting the few inches she can’t take. Y/N’s hand snakes further down and reaches around a little until she’s cupping and massaging his aching balls, coaxing the release she knows he’s about to give her. His taste is getting saltier on her tongue and his hips are staggering with each gentle thrust he offers into her throat.

Rhys’ grip on her hair is hard and tight, knuckles bumping at her skull as he tries to drill her head closer to him, to force more of him down her throat. As much as she tries to relax herself, she can’t take him all and she wants nothing more than to bury her nose in the short hairs that lead from his bellybutton to his shaft.

“Such a good girl for me. Sucking me so fucking well, gonna cum,” he warns and praises the young woman and she comes off him with a frantic gasp. 

Her eyes are watering and his cock is soaked, but that doesn’t stop her from spitting the rest of his arousal on his length and pumping him as quickly as she can.

She’s got that confidence about her again as she focuses on his tip, fisting both hands around his throbbing cock as she smears her swollen lips across his sensitive head. She smacks it against her tongue, offering hollow sucks to guide him over the edge.

Rhys’ got his forehead resting against the door and he’s grunting and groaning, biting back animalistic moans. He can’t wrap his head around it, the most sloppy and incredible blowjob he’s ever had. 

“Wanna taste it. Cum, Rhysand,” she whines greedily, one hand leaving his cock to tear her blouse open just enough for her tits to spill out of it. “Cum all over my tits, baby.”

His orgasm washes over him with a heady grunt and hot spurts of white ribbons that smother her tits perfectly. She’s standing on her knees, using the tip of his aching cock as a paintbrush to smear his cum across her lustful chest. He’s smashing his head against the door, trying to blink away the orgasmic-bliss he’s been thrown in and take a grip of reality again.

When he finally looks down at her, stepping back a little from the door, he’s panting and twitching and she’s licking her lips clean. Y/N’s got that innocent sparkle sitting in her eyes again. Rhysand has to shake his head and let out an exasperated laugh. He’s smoothing down her tangled and matted hair and guiding her back to her feet.

“So fucking sexy,” he groans when he takes note of her cum-smothered tits. 

His lips are smearing against hers greedily, and there’s something so exciting and erotic about tasting himself on her sweet tongue. Her hands are soaked and sticky but she still tangles them in his hair to kiss him harder.

She’s too fucking horny to feel shy or embarrassed about what she’s just done against her front door. “Gonna fuck me now? Thought you promised me you’d fuck me with your cock?” she whispers tauntingly against his lips and he grins, still completely fucked out.

Even though he’s painfully hard again, he doesn’t have it in him to sheath himself in her tight little cunt just yet. He’s got stamina, but his poor cock can’t recover from a blinding orgasm like that too quickly. He nods, hands on her ass and he’s groping like a starved man. 

“And I will, Princess. But you got a taste of me, it’s only fair I get a taste of you, don’t you think?” he teases.

She’s putty in his hands, though – nodding breathlessly as her nose bumps his. She can feel his hard cock against her middle and he gives her pert ass a spank, enticing a high whine from her raw lips. 

“Suppose you better show me to your room then, my love… unless you want your friend to come and watch?” he offers, like he wouldn’t be opposed in the slightest.

If Rhysand’s honest, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d gladly let her friend watch him absolutely ruin her tight cunt.

“Put your cock in your pants,” she breathes, the firm order doing nothing but coaxing dribbles of precum from his dick. He shoves himself back in his boxers but makes no attempt to button up his trousers while she covers her chest again.

Y/N’s got her hand in his as she leads him up the steps of her townhouse, hips swaying more than usual and Rhysand knows, but he’s too horny to tease her for it. All he can think about is having that ass sat on his face and he’s salivating at the thought of her taste.

He doesn’t take in the decor on the walls or the frilly rug on the floor of the hall. He doesn’t even take in the style of her bedroom when she shoves him inside and kicks the door closed. Rhysand, instead, is too busy tearing her blouse open and ignoring the buttons skidding across her oak floors.

She’s no better, eager to get him naked and claw at his tattooed chest. They’re both naked in seconds, hands all over the other in a desperate attempt to get off. She’s guiding him to her bed, tits in his face and he paws at her breasts as she straddles his lap. She expects him to pin her down, to devour her little cunt but he doesn’t.

He kisses her lips and grips her thighs – laying on his back with his head on her pillow and tugging her up his body and she starts to get the hint when she stops on his chest. Rhysand’s frowning, kneading at her thighs and jutting his chin in the air a little.

“Told you I wanted a taste, now come and sit on your throne, Princess.” She’s giddy with excitement and arousal, head cloudy and she lets him guide her up the rest of his body. 

Her entire pussy is slick and swollen when her knees rest either side of his head. He loops his arms around her legs and rests his hands on her ass, squeezing and massaging her cheeks.

“Fucking look at you, baby. So wet and so soft,” he coos, craning his head up to suck bruises on her thighs. Y/N’s got her fingers tangled in his messy dark locks and when he spreads her ass apart, she falls a little and her soaked cunt sits on his face.

Rhysand’s mouth wastes no time, sucking and licking and nibbling at her hole and clit. He’s swirling wet strokes through her folds, deep and long. Her sweet scent is heavy on his tongue and he’s got his eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss. Y/N is a mess above him – head thrown back and fingers tugging at his unruly locks.

“Oh my God,” she whines, breathing erratically but Rhysand’s having the time of his life. 

She shudders as he brings a hand down on her ass, her meaty flesh jiggling before he’s grabbing it again and pulling her apart and further up his face. He’s got a knot in his brow, tongue circling at her weeping hole and he can’t get enough of her taste.

“So good, so fucking good. Don’t stop,” she begs, desperate and eager. 

Rhys lets his tongue trail up the length of her pussy until the flatness of his tongue is rubbing at her swollen clit, enticing moan after filthy moan to slip from her silky tongue. He wraps his mouth around her little nub, sucking and nibbling and she’s seeing stars.

Y/N can’t seem to catch her breath and she’s rolling her hips on his face like she fucking owns him. Rhysand comes off her clit with a little pop, open-mouthed kisses smeared over her dripping cunt and he sucks a swollen lip into his mouth, biting teasingly and she gasps into the dim room.

Her nipples have puckered in the cool air and one hand leaves his head to tweak and pinch at one of the neglected nubs. She’s trembling on his face, thighs clenching around his head as he kneads and spanks at her ass. Rhysand’s grunting deliciously into her cunt, sending vibrations through the woman’s core and egging her on.

He knows she’s close, knew he wouldn’t have to be between her thighs for too long after she came so quickly from his fingers earlier in the copy room, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t gladly spend hours devouring her. She’s sweet – sweeter than he hoped and expected – and it’s better than any feeling he’s ever had before. Sweet like watermelon with a tangy hint.

It’s fucking intoxicating and when she cums, it only tastes better. “I’m cuming, oh shit, oh God…” Y/N can’t think straight. 

Her vision is blinding by streaking light that blocks her sight and the wanton and borderline pornographic moans are music to Rhysand’s ears. She’s shaking, body jolting and when Rhys opens his eyes to watch her unravel on his tongue, all he sees is her head rolling back and the underswell of her tits bouncing before her back coils and she hunches into herself.

He’s lapping her of every single last drop she has, desperate to have her taste lingering on his tongue for as long as he possibly can. His cock is overly bloated and sticky as precum sticks to his lower abdomen but maybe his ego is even more bloated, knowing he didn’t even have to use his fingers to get her quivering and begging above him.

“Fuck,” she gasps in a slow drawl. 

Her voice is deep and raspy, like she’s seething as she tries to catch her breath and stop the shakes from taking over in her post-orgasmic state. Rhysand’s kitten licking her softly, moving his head to bite playfully at the thickness of her inner thighs and he traces over a soft, faded stretch mark with his tongue.

“Sweetest fucking pussy I‘ve ever tasted,” he groans in approval. 

Rhys maneuvers them both so she’s pressed against the mattress, and even in her fucked-out, overly-blissed state, she’s still whining and eager for his cock again. She’s insatiable and Rhysand can’t help the amused chuckle that slips from his lips.

“So fucking desperate, Princess,” he taunts.

He takes a moment to admire her, take her all in. Her pussy is swollen, soaked still and he can almost see her clit pulsing as her hole clenches. Her chest is rattling in deep breaths and her eyes are lidded heavily as she creeps her foot up his thigh, reaching for his hard cock.

He hums appreciatively, spreading her bent knees open and crawling between her legs again. He’s got a hand resting by her head to support his weight – the other gripping her chin in his hold and he forces her mouth open as he lets saliva well in his mouth.

She gets the hint, knows what he’s about to do and she’s desperate to get a taste of herself from him. Y/N’s tongue falls out flat on her bottom lip, eyes a little wider and she holds his firm gaze when he spits on her tongue and forces her mouth closed again. 

The sweetness of her arousal is heavy in her mouth and she swallows what he offered before her lips part again and her tongue is licking up at his stubbly chin, reaching for his lips.

Rhysand’s eyes are blazing, dick twitching against her thigh and he kisses her hard, teeth clashing and tongues dancing an uncoordinated rhythm, but it works. Y/N suckles on his tongue as he groans, pinching at her nipple before he reaches down to palm his cock some.

“Need to get a condom,” he breathes into her mouth but she’s shaking her head. He leaves his cock and reaches for her cunt, attending to her fiery clit that’s far too sensitive but she welcomes the touch, nonetheless. 

“Wanna feel you,” she admits, no shame in the embarrassingly desperate statement and Rhysand thinks he’s about to fucking explode on her cunt before he even gets a proper feel of it.

He wants to, needs to feel her slick and velvety walls hug and suck him in, wants to be consumed by her heat and arousal but even in his lust-filled state, his brain is still turned on. He shakes his head painfully. 

“Next time,” he offers, doesn’t miss the way Y/N’s eyes light up at the insinuation but she nods with a desperate, laboured breath.

She reaches to her side for her nightstand, retrieving a foil packet from the top drawer and she rips it open with her teeth before Rhysand can take it from her. His eyes are wide when she tugs it from the packaging and reaches down for his cock. She pinches the tip of the condom and rolls it over his thick head, sliding it slick down his shaft and he’s grunting in pleasure over the act.

“Fuck. You’re so sexy,” he mutters gruffly against her lips and she whimpers, eyes rolling back at the sheer tone of his voice. Her legs are spread wide as he reaches for his cock and rubs himself up and down her folds a few times.

Y/N’s giddy with excitement, pussy clenching in anticipation and he slowly rolls his hips forward, his fat tip nudging through the tight entrance ring of her pussy and she shudders a gentle shriek at the obvious intrusion.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasps out. 

Her chest is already heaving when he begins to sheath himself in, spreading her wide and drilling in deep. Y/N’s eyes have rolled to the back of her head and her toes have curled inwardly and just how much he’s filling her up.

Rhysand’s no better – teeth gritted and eyes clenched shut. His grip on her hips have his knuckles turning white but neither of them seem to mind the bruises that’ll be apparent in the morning. She’s tight around him, warm and slick and even with the condom, he can feel every pulse her pussy offers.

Rhys rolls his hips slowly, getting her used to his thick girth and generous length. Y/N’s clawing at his shoulders with each soft whine until his pace begins to pick up and the bed starts to rock. Her tits are bouncing on her chest, nipples hard and desperate for a good sucking.

He manoeuvres his body to lean his head down, biting on her hard nub and sucking. “Shit, you’re so fucking big, oh my God,” she praises through a strangled moan. He’s snapping his hips, grunting and smirking against her slobbery tits. 

His tongue is flicking over her nipple in quick strokes as his teeth bite softly but she’s keening at the blissful shoots of pain.

“Tight pussy, baby. Tightest fucking pussy I‘ve ever had.” He pops off her breast and smears his lips against hers. 

She can still taste him on her tongue and the feel of his lips on hers is overwhelming. His thick cock is brushing against all the good spots and she can’t wrap her head around how sex could ever feel this good.

“Faster, please, faster. Just like that,” she begs out through another broken moan. He’s seething through gritted teeth as he wills back his animalistic grunts, drills his hips in quicker thrusts and the wet squelches of his cock and her pussy is music to both of their ears.

“Hear that? Hear how fucking wet you are?” he teases, leaning back and shuffling until he’s on his knees between her quaking thighs. “Fuck, you fit me so fucking good, Princess.” He’s gnawing down on his bottom lip, likely drawing blood but he can’t bring himself to care.

Y/N’s got her head thrown back in her pillows, eyes rolled to the back of her head as her lashes flutter like angel wings. “This cunt was fucking made for me,” he growls through gritted teeth as he releases his lower lip. She’s nodding helplessly at his words, crying out in pure ecstasy at the filth he’s talking and she fucking loves it.

“All yours, Rhys. Pussy’s all yours,” she agrees quickly. 

Her voice is broken, high pitched and whiney. Rhysand thinks it’s borderline pornographic and it only makes his cock throb in her cunt. “Fuck,” he seethes, watching the way her full breasts bounce on her chest.

He lets his gaze avert to where they meet – where his thick cock is drilling into her cunt and fucking her into the mattress. He’s completely slick with every thrust that has his dick pulling out of her. His balls are slapping against her ass, slick with her wetness that leaks from her tight hole and even both their thighs are growing sticky from her arousal and their sweat.

Between them, they’re eager messes, desperate for a hot release and it’s haunting the both of them. Rhysand can feel her cunt clench tenderly around him and Y/N can feel his cock twitching between her soft walls. 

“Fuck, can feel you squeezing me baby, making you feel good, Princess?” He knows he’s making her feel fucking heavenly but the narcassist in him needs to hear that bit of praise.

She’s nodding frantically, eager to give him what he wants to hear. “Yes, fuck, yes! So good, Rhys. I love your cock, makes me feel so fucking full.” She’s moaning through every word, sentence broken by wanton cries and pornographic whines. She’s fucking filthy, dribble running down the corners of her lips as she speaks.

Rhysand’s fucked, can feel his release toppling close to the edge but he needs to feel her cum around him first. “Yeah? You like me buried in your tight little cunt, my love? Like feeling me in your fucking tummy?” He sets a firm palm across her stomach, adding just enough pressure to feel himself nudge at her lower abdomen and his head is spinning.

“More, please. I’m gonna fucking cum, Rhys. Make me cum on your cock, make me cum, please.” She’s begging through desperate tears and Rhysand’s ego is through the fucking roof. His eyes are rolling back at the sound of her broken pleads and he leans closer.

He’s got one hand holding his weight by her head, the other locking around her throat. He watches for a moment, still pounding into her, to see if she tells him to stop, tells him she doesn’t like that. But she reaches up and tightens his hold on her throat and her other hand snakes between them to rub feverishly at her swollen clit.

“Harder,” she demands, voice steady and dark and there’s a primal instinct that washes over Rhysand that tells him to fucking obliterate her. He’s choking her as his cock tears into her, weeping in the condom and Y/N’s sobbing beneath him.

Her thighs begin to tremble, eyes rolled right back and she feels like she’s floating. “I’m cuming! Rhys, I’m gonna cum!” Her body convulses under his touch and waves of bliss roll over her. She’s cumming around his cock, shaking and sobbing and whining like a dirty little girl and Rhysand’s living for it.

He fucks her through her state of bliss, grip still tight on her throat until he feels her calm down and he’s ready to explode. Even in her blissed out state, Y/N knows what she wants. She suckles on his thumb as he grips her jaw and takes her spare hand to push him back just enough to pull his cock out of her cunt.

With hooded eyes and swollen lips, she peels off the condom and tosses it to the side. Rhysand’s eyes are blown wide, brows knitted and even in her hazy state she can see how desperate his cock is for a relief.

He’s hissing when she wraps a hand around his wet length and lazily starts pumping his shaft. “If you can’t come in my pussy, I want your cum all over it.” His head falls back at the admission, cock twitching in her hand and it only takes a few futile pumps before she’s smearing his tip across her swollen clit and he’s cumming.

Hot ribbons of clear-ish cum paint her cunt, spilling across her folds and clit in desperate spurts. “Fuck, oh shit. So good, such a good fucking girl,” he’s praising in broken moans and wanton whines.

Y/N’s pussy clenches around nothing as she watches his thick cock slowly soften to one of a slightly smaller size. They’re both fucked out as Rhysand catches his breath and falls to her side, panting and heaving with a sweaty and heavy chest.

She can barely keep her eyes open, thighs still trembling from her post-orgasmic state and Rhysand’s trying to come to terms with what just happened. He’s too infatuated to scold himself for fucking a damn employee. For fucking his secretary.

He can hear her heavy breathing from beside her and he peeks a look, watching her eyes flutter as she stares up at her ceiling. He holds his breath in hopes of hearing any movement on the other side of the bedroom door but all he can hear is his heart hammering through his body.

He takes a heaving breath and looks back up at the ceiling. “You think your friend might’ve heard us?” He speaks up, breaking the silence. He hears her breath stagger and silence before she lets out an uneven sigh and he can feel her chest shaking.

Rhysand turns to her with pinched brows and she’s grinning with eyes squinted shut. “What? What are you laughing at?” She’s giggling again and Rhys sits up to get a better look at her. She’s thoroughly fucked out.

“I don’t have a friend staying with me,” she admits shyly through a broken laugh and it takes Rhysand a hot second to grasp onto what she’s just said. When he does, his eyes widen and jaw falls slack, smirk tugging on the corners of his parted lips.

Y/N turns to him, running a hand through his matted hair and she gnaws on her bottom lip, staring into his fucked out eyes. “Just wanted to try and get you in my bed,” she confesses.

They’re both grinning; Y/N letting out a squealed shriek as Rhysand pounces on top of her and pins her hands above her head, nosing and biting at her jaw and neck. His eyes are gleaming nothing but mischief as his nose knocks hers and he notices the fire in her eyes.

He nips at her lips. “You lied to me? To get me in your bed like I‘m some sort of cheap hooker?” He’s teasing her now and the banter has her stomach flipping. Y/N shrugs, feigning nonchalance, eyes blazing and she licks into his mouth. 

“Worked though, didn’t it?”

Rhysand pulls away from her lips just enough to see the look on her face. She’s shy under his gaze, innocent eyes staring up at him but there’s still that flash of filth and cheekiness that’s loitering behind them and when she gnaws on her bottom lip, Rhysand can’t help but feel completely fucked.

“You little minx.”

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Orin Scrivello's Lost Head Prop: A Masterpost

Written and researched by Calliope Avery

Content Warning: Very very mild and low quality special effects gore, implied violence, uncanny valley stuff(?), Orin Scrivello's face.

Little Shop of Horrors (1986) has an unfortunate reputation of leaving a lot of really cool things on the cutting room floor. The most infamous would be the movie's original ending, a beautiful and impressive sequence of puppetry that ended up completely scrapped. However, today we're talking about a prop that never made it into the final movie in any form:

Orin Scrivello's Decapitated Head!!!

Pictured above are the only 2 photos of the prop in its original state that I can find at the moment. The left photo was taken for promotion and advertising purposes, and the right image is actually a Topps trading card! (Which I have a physical copy of, hehe!)

To put it bluntly, I am slightly (very) obsessed with this prop head. There's so much mystery around it, and everything I've managed to dig up both fascinates me and makes me very upset. So much thought and hard creative work was put into the creation of this thing, and it was left completely left out and forgotten! I desperately want more people to be aware of this, so here is my big and (hopefully) well organized masterpost on everything for your learning pleasure. Alright, let's talk about some heads!!!!!!!!!

Forming a Timeline

The earliest mention of the head can be found in an early draft of the movie script, dated February 14th, 1985. There's plenty of concepts in this script that never seemed to get past this draft, but the severed head concept was not one of them. Here, take a look!

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This section, found on page 66 of the script, not only established the existence of the head, but also establishes the facial expression it will later take on! Clearly, this concept was good enough to be held onto once actual production started, which is good for us! If it wasn't, then this post would be a lot shorter.

Early production of the prop began after the actors were cast, as face molds of Steve Martin were created as bases for the head.

source for the left image - source for the right image

Oooo, check these guys out!!! The left one is made of plaster, and the right one is made of rubber. The website sourcing these images included a quote from Steve Martin about the casting process. Here's the full provided quote:

"These molds were taken of my head for Little Shop of Horrors. It was cast on the lot at Pinewood Studios outside of London, and I got exceedingly claustrophobic during the casting. My entire head was covered with plaster and two straws were placed in my nose for breathing. Argh." - Steve Martin

I unfortunately don't have much information about the crafting process of the prop. I'm currently trying to track down anyone who could've worked on it, but the few people I've managed to contact haven't responded to me yet. So I can't say anything concrete about who worked on it and what went into creating it. The only thing I can assume somewhat confidently is that the creation of the prop happened around the same time as filming for Orin's scenes. It would allow them to make the face molds and also match up Martin's post-mortem Orin face with the facial expression of the prop.

Here's where it starts going downhill. From what I've found, the prop was never filmed with its face toward the camera. In the workprint that I accessed from the Internet Archive, the prop appears for 2 shots, and both of them only show the back of the head. Take a look:

source - timestamp: 1:02:59

[Video description: a low quality, slightly green tinted video depicting a deleted scene from Little Shop of Horrors (1986) where Seymour is feeding the decapitated head of the dentist, Orin Scrivello, to the plant. The video starts with a man in glasses reaching into a garbage can and pulling out a dark-haired decapitated head, holding it upside-down by the fabric on its neck. The head is faced away from the camera, so only the back of its hair is visible. There are vines flailing in the foreground of the shot. The video cuts to a shot of the plant puppet laughing silently. The video cuts again to a shot of the man slowly shuffling forward while dangling the head in front and away from himself. The plant is seen on the left side, still laughing and flailing its vines. Throughout the video, there are brief flashes of light that resemble lightning. The video's audio only consists of thunder noises and an unidentifiable sound that resembles chewing noises. End ID.]

My best guess for this choice is maybe it isn't as convincing when filmed? In the photos it looks really well made and realistic, but perhaps it didn't come across that way during shots. Regardless, the head was still in the film at this point, so that counts for something!

But as you and I both know, those 2 shots were left on the cutting room floor, completely removed from the final product. The prop was left completely unused and unspoken of... except for one instance.

Remember the trading card I mentioned at the beginning? It's a part of a full set of trading cards that were made and distributed by the brand Topps. Back when the movie first came out, you could buy a pack of 5 mystery Little Shop of Horrors themed trading cards, along with a stick of bubblegum. This 44-card set is notable for featuring a lot, and I mean a LOT of images from cut movie scenes. There's photos of the original ending, there's photos from the cut sequence The Meek Shall Inhereit, and of course there's also the card featuring the prop head! However, those 2 sequences would later be rediscovered, cleaned up, and then added into the Director's Cut rerelease of the movie. The prop head wouldn't get this treatment, staying obscured, unknown, and unmentioned.

Fast forward about 30 years. A certain unused movie prop would be offered in an auction, allowing us to not only see high-quality photos of said prop in its current state, but also to allow us to know the exact materials it was made of! Without further ado, I present Orin Scrivello's decapitated head, circa 2018:

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This absolute freak of a guy was up for auction at the "Profiles in History: Icons and Legends of Hollywood" auction on June 5th, 2018. No one ended up buying it (I would. I need to buy it actually. Please sell it to me.), but the auction gives us some absolutely divine information about the prop, such as what it's made of and its dimensions! Here's a quote from the auction website describing its materials:

"Vintage original hollow cast resin character head painted in realistic flesh tones with brown eyebrows and eyes. The 13 x 8 x 9 in. head has been polyfoam filled for stability. Exhibiting cracks to the crown, which is brittle and with other wear and age. A striking likeness of Steve Martin. In vintage good condition."

How neat! The high-resolution images allow us to see the detailed sculpting of the prop, which is still evident and impressive with its age and missing parts! The creases on the forehead, and around the mouth and eyes, the realistically colored teeth, this was clearly sculpted with a lot of attention to detail. I would've loved to have an image like this back in the prop's prime, back when it still had hair and a fresh coat of paint.

Why was it Scrapped?

This is entirely just me theorizing, but I have a feeling it's for the same reason the original ending got snubbed.

If you take the time to watch the archived workprint, you'll find a lot of cuts and changes were made that changed the tone of the whole finished project. Orin's death and dismemberment scenes got edited down a lot. Shots of him struggling and knocking things down as he falls to the ground got cut, the voiceline where he begs Seymour for help is gone. The shot where Orin's legs jolt when Seymour brings down the axe is gone too.

It's not just Orin-related scenes either! Mushnik no longer cries out for Seymour when being killed and eaten, and that's ignoring how different the scene happens in the stage musical. And obviously, the entire ending got changed so that Audrey and Seymour survive, leading to the cut of the magnificent ending sequence where all the Audrey II's destroy New York. In a way, the film got murdered and gutted of any of its real horror, with attempts to cover up any of the blood they couldn't scrub out.

In the movie's later quest to rebrand as a softer version of itself, it only makes sense that 2 shots of a decapitated head wouldn't make it. The appearance of the dismembered leg made it through, probably because it's less gruesome, but a head is... different. I obviously think it should've been kept it in, along with almost everything they trimmed from the workprint, but alas.

Tldr, they cut the head off of the movie because it wasn't funny enough.

Conclusion

This is where the information I have ends, unfortunately. I do have more research routes I would like to take, but one of them involves desperately contacting random people who I suspect could've been involved (I've tried this, I've gotten no responses from those who I've managed to find an email for), and the other route involves taking a road trip to the actual goddamn Library of Congress, which is not something I can do right now or even in the near future. So this is probably as far as I'm getting!

However! If I find anything new, this post will be updated and/or remade again, depending on how big or little the info is. For now, I think this is good enough to share, and maybe letting people know will encourage others to research this prop as well! It'll probably be easier if it's not just me, y'know.

I'll finish by saying that I think research and preservation of art like this is very important. While it's common for cool artistic things to end up cut from movies, I think preserving that those cool things existed in the first place is something worth doing. Even though this prop head was a very small part of the movie, it's clear a lot went into creating it! I feel bad that I'm not able to credit any person or people for their work, but I hope getting the word out about it will do some justice.

If you've read this whole thing, thank you so much! I appreciate your interest and I thank you for taking the time to read all this. I hope you found it as interesting and fascinating as I do!

Oh, by the way, if this post looks familiar at all, you've probably seen the original version of this post I made awhile ago. I wasn't happy with the formatting of that post, and I ended up making too many discoveries to just continue updating it. I'll keep the original up to preserve it, but reblogs will be off for it, as I want this version to be the one to go around. Thanks!

[sonicasura]

Mega Man Star Force/ Digimon Crossover

What A Deal!

It had been about a whole day since Geo met Sleuth/Tamer and the young Stelar was uncertain if the 2 would ever cross paths again. Though it seemed fate had other plans because Geo did end up meeting Sleuth/Tamer about a day after there intial meeting.

Geo had just decided too make a small detour towards the Big Wave Battle Cards Shop. Geo had gotten a couple of duplicate battle cards from a virus battle lesson he had at home from the education program. The battle cards were just a couple of copys of the Cannon card and not wanting to have folder just full of Cannon cards, decided to trade them in at the Big Wave. Geo didn't think anything interesting would happen, just trade in the cards for another card and then head back home, simple. However imagine his surprise when he walked into Big Wave too see Sleuth/Tamer, the same kid he met about a day ago. Sleuth/Tamer was just chatting too the Shop Keeper, a boy in his late teens called Ken Suther.

Sleuth/Tamer: Ken I already told you the 40 Zenny you gave me was more than enough of a great reward.

Ken: Naw little dude, you saved my bacon by gettin' that Battle Card data back I gotta give ya somethin' else and no amount of no's will make me not want too give an actual gift.

Geo was definitely surprised and his surprise didn't go unnoticed as the Store's door let out a small ding causing both Sleuth/Tamer and Ken too look over.

Sleuth/Tamer: Geo! Wow nice too see again and so soon too, talk about a small world huh.

Geo: Oh a ya, it is definitely a suprise too see you again... oh also thank you for the coin... I uh really do like it...

Sleuth/Tamer: No problem, and like I said the Coin is a gift for telling all about Vista Point. I lookin' forward to go Star Gazing soon, definitely going to one cool night.

Geo: Ya, there are a lot of constellations that can be seen from Vista Point, like Draco and Boötes are 2 constellations that are easy too spot at the Vista, along....with...

It was at this point Geo noticed both Sleuth/Tamer and the Shopkeeper starring at Geo as he spoke.

Geo: Oh um sorry! I got a bit carried away there...sorry for going on fo-

Sleuth/Tamer: Geo everythings cool, I actually was getting pretty invested in what you were saying, plus you know all the cool constellations and I wanted too know more anyway, so you can keep on talking if you want!

Ken: Ya little dude, you got me hooked when you started talking about gnarly constellations and stuff. I never really knew about the all those Stars or even what there called, that you can see over at Vista Point. That definitely is going on my list of things too do, little dude!

That praise and interest had Geo flustered as beside his Mom, Dad, and Uncle, he never really knew anyone that took an interest in the Stars like him.

Ken: Well since your here I assume you want too pick up a few cards or browse around a bit. If you need anything from me just give a holler and I will be right there!

Geo just let out a simple yup and would have gone too the machine if Ken didn't say something too Sleuth/Tamer that immediately caught Geo's interest.

Ken: Now as I was sayin' you tracked down and beat up that virus swarm that took all those rare battle cards data, I gotta give you somethin' else and just a small cash reward!

Geo: Wait you went after a swarm of viruses and beat up all them?!

Geo didn't realize that he had spoken out loud, until again both of them turned there head too Geo. This definitely embarressed Geo but all that went away when Geo saw both Ken and Sleuth/Tamer still had smiles that could put the sun too shame with how bright they were.

Ken: You betcha, this little dude is one Akaw battler!

The word "Akaw" threw Geo off and Ken noticed as he immediately explained.

Ken: Hehe sorry about confusen' you Geo. Akaw is a Surfer's term it just means awesome or cool. Anyway ya, yesterday a swarm of virus came through like a storm and ended up breaking through the fire wall that was protecting the Battle Card data. I was on lunch break when it happened, so I was not there too stop the buggers. Those viruses should count there lucky stars that Hang Ten and I were not there or else those viruses would have experienced a wicked wipe out.

Geo: Hang Ten?

Sleuth/Tamer: Hang Ten is Ken's Wizard companion.

That made sense, Wizards were pretty common place for a lot of people nowdays. Well techinically they were always common they just went by Net Navi's before the company that made Transers put out the Wizard update for everyone too intergrate there Navi's more easily into modern technology around 20 years ago. After the update a lot of people just switched too calling them Wizards. Geo didn't have a Wizard companion, Geo's Father promised that when he got back from the Space Station Peace he would personally give Geo his own Wizard....

That never came too be

Sleuth/Tamer: Anyway I came in too the store the same day and saw Ken in a panic. I asked what was wrong, Ken told me about the virises and the data, and I told Ken not too worry as I would get that data back in no time flat.

Geo: Wow that is pretty cool, taking out all those viruses you must have some pretty good battle cards or do you have strong Wizard too help out with the fight?

Sleuth/Tamer: I say I got some pretty good cards, and you could say I have a strong digital partner at myside that was the real Hero in busting those viruses.

Geo did pick-up on the roundabout way Sleuth/Tamer referred too there Wizard, but decided too let that go.

Sleuth/Tamer: Anyway enough about me, are you here too buy, trade or just check out the newest and shiniest Battle Cards?

Geo: Oh that's right, I got a bit wrapped up in the conversation. I just came here to trade these Cannon cards in for another Card, in the card roulette machine.

Ken: Gotcha little dude, right on the other side of the counter you will find the machine. Any 5 cards will be all the machine needs too give you a shiny new one... that hopefully is not the same on you put in.

Geo: Yup, I just had a couple duplicates of the Cannon card that I wanted too trade in. Considering how common they are I just grabbed five to trade em' in.

Sleuth/Tamer: Well I hope that you get a rare card, the Card Roulette Machine shows now mercy some days...actually wait a minute!

This exclamation caused both Geo and Ken too turn towards Sleuth/Tamer.

Sleuth/Tamer: Ken I think I gotta idea about what too ask you for as a gift.

Ken: All ears little dude!

Sleuth/Tamer: Can you make the Roulette Machine be a one card trade instead of needing 5 for Geo.

That request definitely frazzled Geo, especially when Ken just gave a goofy grin and said " Right away little dudes, special time offer coming right up". Geo told Sleuth/Tamer that this was a gift met for them not him, though Sleuth/Tamer just told Geo that they wanted too give Geo this as a gift just because.

That threw Geo off and decideing just too take the gift went up too the Roulette Machine and started the Battle Card Roulette.

A Fokx-Fu 2, Voltic Eye 1, Chain Bubble 2, Squall 1

So far all the cards Geo got were all very nice and provided variety too Geo's cards. Having 1 card left Geo put it in and was surprised when this time a little celebritory jingle ringed out and a Battle Card along with a ticket popped out.

Ken's grin grew even wider as he told Geo that he got a special ticket for a free day at the Arcade located in Time Square. Geo was surprised at such luck being handed too him, and was quickly congratulated by both Ken and Sleuth/Tamer. This day was full of surprises and gifts for Geo and when Sleuth/Tamer told Geo too see what Battle Card Geo got his jaw looked almost comical as Geo saw the card he got.

Geo walked back home that day admiring the Battle Card he got

The Variable Sword

A powerful and rare Battle Card that was originally a Battle Chip, before the company responsible for the Transers as a celebration put out rare Battle Cards that had the data of those rare Battle Chips

This card was incredibly rare and too say that it made Geo happy too have this would be understatement. However The Variable Sword should have been Sleuth/Tamer's not his...

Geo looked at the other gift he had gotten, a free day at the Arcade in Times Square....

Maybe....

Maybe Sleuth/Tamer would like too go too the Arcade with Geo?

Again this is so cute and you wonderfully set the mood!

Sleuth/Tamer being quite subtle about their 'digital partner'. I can see Battle Chips boosting Digimon abilities similar to the Tamers' anime. Though I'm curious if Geo could gain special Battle Chips through a Brother Band with Sleuth. Something that occurs once he has Omega-Xis for awhile.

Don't remember which games specifically but Luna's offered an Air Float ability upon forming one with her.

[harveylikestoart]

Any HCs for the Jade Assistant AU?

I guess I can make it au canon since i have majority creative control on what happens!

But uh here’s a list:

Jade Face helps of ppl who came from shitty places to find work bc she kinda empathised with them being “overlooked by the higher society”

She treats MK kinda like a son

She’s neutral on Monkey King hype because on one hand, an enemy (Wukong) of my enemy (PIF) is a friend. But on the other hand he is also DBK’s enemy. But also he makes selling merchandise such a breeze.

MK ate Jade Face’s food once and she wouldn’t talk to him for a whole day until he started crying and she then also started crying.

Jade Face makes sure to help raise MK’s confidence because if you aren’t confident you can’t get anywhere in the fashion world

Jade Face makes trips to visit the Mermaid Silk Cooperation and trade fabrics, patterns, etc. So when she’s gone MK is left in charge with help from a few other servants in the court.

One time the CEO of the Mermaid Silk Cooperation came over and her son had to chill with MK but he’s never been to the land before and they ended up lost in the city because he kept running around while MK was trying to drag him back home.

All the foxes who reside in the court have a scheduled nap time every few months and once all of the foxes just dragged MK to the nap room and piled on top of him to sleep. Jade Face has a photo of this. Almost every employee has a copy.

Jade Face has recently been commissioned to create a line of outfits for the daughter of a certain dragon family, she would like to bring MK along so she has a “younger perspective.”

Red Son came over to vent sometimes or get away from everything. Now he mostly comes because there’s a REALLY cute guy 😏

And that’s all I got so far hehe! If you wanna see more or have any ideas do feel free to send ‘em in!

[madmilkboi]

⌕ 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: a year's worth of cuddles

ִֶָ ◠ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you come home to a clingy omi

ִֶָ ◠ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff

ִֶָ ◠ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: none but like this is my first time posting here so uhm hehe

a/n: ahaha omi being clingy n calling u bunny AAAAAAAAAAAA ok that is all goodbye.

₍ ♡ ₎ post-timeskip!sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

"I'm back home" your voice echoed through the dark room. You heard footsteps coming down from the stairs. You smiled seeing him wrapped up in a blanket, his drowsy eyes met yours and he immediately walked to you, his hands lingered on your waist while his head rested on your shoulder.

It was rare for him to act like this and rare moments like these are what you treasure the most. "Omi, i still need to take a bath...don't want any germs sticking on you" you muttered. "It's okay, the blanket's got me covered" he murmured letting out a shallow breath.

"Okay then" You answered, caressing his back in the process. You guided him to the coach, his arms still had a firm grip on your waist. The both of you were now sitting on the coach his head resting on your chest while your hands were fiddling with his soft locks.

"Care to tell me what's wrong?" You asked still playing with his hair. Usually he'd get kind of stingy when you play with his hair but now you just let your fingers run free. "Well the guys..." He sat straight up and looked you in the eyes. "The guys were all visited by their loved ones and you....were working" his gaze then left yours.

Your heart let out a little hooray hearing what he muttered. "Oh so you were sad because i didn't come to see you?" You asked, holding his hand softly tracing the lines. "missed my bunny so much" He then rested his head on your chest again. You felt your heart do a flip, the little nickname he called you made sunflowers grow on the corners of your smile.

"I promise I'll visit you tomorrow" you pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and continued on playing with his hair. He slowly sat up and smiled.

"Want me to run you a bath?"

—

and so here you are leaning against his bare chest, the only things you could hear were his soft breaths and the soft pitter patter of the rain. You wouldn't trade this moment for the world, knowing the not so clingy Omi he'd be outside waiting for you to finish your bath but he's here with you slowly tracing small figures of eights and circles on your thighs.

You closed your eyes for a few seconds and opened them looking at the mirror placed in front of you, only to find his eyes looking at you softly.

"My pretty bunny" he pulled you closer to him, he placed gentle kisses on your neck making you elicit out a breathy moan. He continued his little adoration session until the loud cacophony of thunder ruined it.

He stopped and gave you a little smirk. He hopped out of the bathtub and ushered you out too. He drained the water and dragged you to your shared bedroom.

He was about to give you another hug until you pointed at your naked and mildly wet body. He nodded and waited for you to finish putting on your pajamas.

He opened his arms wide and you gladly accepted his offer. The both of you plopped down the bed pillows falling down the bed. He lets out a low chuckle moon crescents forming on his eyes.

"Omi?" He looked at you, his eyes connecting with your soft gaze. "Hmmm?" He hummed, tucking your hair at the back of your ear. "I love you" you gave him a quick kiss hiding on his chest after. He lets out another low chuckle making you smile.

"I love you too" he placed a kiss on top of your hair. "Can you be clingy omi again tomorrow? I love getting cuddles from clingy omi" you tightened your embrace.

He smiled, though he knew you get less physical affection from him because of his fear of getting germs, seeing you all curled up and hugging him makes him push those aside just to witness this moment again and again, but of course he loved teasing you.

"Nah, today i gave you like a year's worth of cuddles" he said, oh is that the sound of your heart breaking? "Omi" you looked at him. He smiled how can he resist his cute bunny. "And i thought i was the clingy one today" he scoffed. "Shush, let me have my moment" you snuggled on his chest closer.

Whether you both admit it or not moments like these make you two love each other even more and you both wouldn't trade it for the world.

©️ madmilkboi 2020 do not copy or repost.

[icequeenbae]

The Duality of Baekhyunie (m) | BBH

Sequel: Double the Jealousy

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader, female!Baekhyun x Reader

Superpowers, best friends to lovers, lots of backstory (sorry), some angst, smut

Warnings: female Baek, some girl on girl action, explicit content (mostly f/m, but… you’ve been warned), unprotected sex

Word Count: 9.3k

Summary: Teleporting into your best friend’s office uninvited was something you’d gotten used to. What you didn’t count on is overhearing a 'private moment' one late night. Realizing that you could not accept the notion of him being with somebody else, you responded the only way you knew how – you ran away from the object of your inconvenient feelings. But when you have to face him in the most vulnerable state, can you really accept him for what he is?

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s Note: So… This is my tumblr debut hehe It’s not at all my first piece of writing, but I’m happy to start off my blog by sharing this. It was a very long road for me, and I couldn’t do it without @technicallymilkshakes who was my rock throughout the editing process [sending love your way, Mars]. I hope you guys enjoy the story, please let me know what you liked (or suggest improving) in the comments or DMs, I’d love to hear from you! 

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Byun Baekhyun was your bestest friend. You’d known him a lifetime, and absolutely adored him from day one. Although incredibly cheeky (which, in all honesty, was part of his charm), Baekhyun was also incredibly soft-hearted towards everyone – those he considered family in particular. During the many years of your friendship, he looked after you, especially since he was a few years your senior.

Both pretty open-minded and talkative, you used to chat about anything and everything, and it was so natural for you to ask him to come over with snacks and cuddles and some mischief whenever you were feeling down or just plain bored (like he wasn’t already on his way). Baekhyun, dramatic as he was, would lift your spirits up easily, telling you hilarious stories about himself. Like that one time he told his then-crush he was a goalkeeper to make a pun (girl-keeper, you see?), and then had to pretend to actually be a goalie of the school’s soccer team. His goalkeeping skills were so miserable that the girl he was trying to impress walked off with someone else after the game. However, he stuck with it and, turned out, he wasn’t a talentless player – he just went for the wrong position. Baekhyun loved telling this story of him becoming a star-forward of the school, and – a tiny TMI – a universal crush for any girl in a ten mile radius. All thanks to one bad pun. And maybe a haircut.

Still, the biggest secrets you’d traded were those related to your abilities. Both you and Baekhyun came from very special backgrounds and inherited the familial powers of your ancestors. The women in your family traditionally received the gifts from their mothers — thus, your power was teleportation. Your mom also had the gift of vision, but this ability was not as easy to tap into so it came later on in adulthood. That you were thankful for; teleportation alone was difficult enough, requiring more practice than you could muster the discipline for. But with the help of your loving family and your best friend by your side, you gradually got there.

As for Baekhyun… it was complicated.

His family had a specific way the familial magic was inherited. For generations, their women had been giving birth to twins – a son and a daughter. The son would then receive the power of shapeshifting, and his sister would control the healing light. Yet Baekhyun’s mother did not follow any rules: she simply fell in love and got married — against her family’s wishes — to an ordinary man with no magic in his blood.

The inevitable happened; the firstborn – only a son, no daughter – was discovered to have taken after his father and held no magical power. Not that it made a difference to his parents, but the mother’s side of the family was inconsolable — their powerful line was in danger.

When Baekhyun was born, surrounded by shimmering orbs, it was clear as day that he indeed had a power. As he grew older, it became more and more evident that he controlled the Light. You would think that his mother’s family would finally be pleased… Yet they were furious. Not only did the boy not have the ability to shapeshift, but he also held the power inherited exclusively by women of their family. It was a disgrace.

You, on the other hand, never cared about his heritage. In fact, you thought he had the coolest power in the world! The amount of times he fooled around, lighting in-house stars for you during sleepovers, was impossible to count. Though you feared the dark before, Baekhyun managed to make it your friend. And why would you fear anything when his touch could heal almost any injury? Even though it could drain him, he always healed you. ‘What are friends for?’ he used to say, patting you on the head fondly.

The two of you were inseparable for many years, and you never questioned it – not until high school. Since Baekhyun had already started university, you saw much less of him around. No lunch breaks together, no fun walks home after classes… You kept coming over (read – teleporting) to hang out, of course, and he told you about the ‘grown up life’ he was leading. But that was far from how much time you used to spend together when you went to the same school. You missed the way he would always make you laugh at the library, getting both of you kicked out as a result, just to have you come to his hapkido classes and watch the elementary school kids he trained call him Master-nim. Every time one of them addressed him, he side-eyed you with the most neutral expression he could muster. You didn’t buy it for one second – he definitely enjoyed that! Most likely because of the giant eye roll you responded with, which easily broke his attempts to maintain a straight face and made him tilt his head back in that rumbling laugh of his. You only shook your head and let the corner of your mouth turn up slightly, contemplating if it made his chest hurt.

It was hard for you, not having him around all the time. No one could read you so well. Whenever he met up with you to go home after school, it only took him 3 seconds to know if you were upset or tired or simply in a bad mood. And he always figured out what to do – joke around, give you a tight hug, or sit you down in ‘your’ armchair in his room (he asked his parents to get it since you complained that sitting on the floor left bruises on your butt) as he opted to sit on a pillow in front of you, and have a long conversation about what was bothering you. Usually fueled by some hot chocolate too – you were a teenage girl, after all.

Of course you strived to reciprocate, however, Baekhyun didn’t like to share much of his troubles. He just made it sound like a joke. ‘I’m a man, you know? I’ll figure it out, Y/N-ah!’ But you could tell from his tone when it was hard for him to handle alone. So you just didn’t let him; ignoring his act, you would throw your arms around him in a tight lock and tell him you would always be there to help. And you really were – cheering him on wherever he went and being someone he could rely on.

But could you do that from a different city? You guessed he simply avoided talking to you on the phone if he was down. Obviously, you couldn’t teleport every few hours to check on him. It felt like he was slipping away, little by little, with you knowing fewer and fewer details of his day and, generally, his life. But you still wanted to know those things and be a part of his life! You wanted to be the one to press your cheek to his shoulder as you held him when he was sad or frustrated. And the one he showcased his cringy aegyo to in order to get you to cook him something yummy. And the one he teased mercilessly every time you messed up in his favorite video game, tickling you and shoving you playfully to the side with one hand as a distraction because the winner got a wish granted.

Long distance friendship made you realize that you missed him. His playfulness and silly jokes, his caring eyes and warm embrace, his loud laugh and tiny pout, even the way he always devoured food as if someone was after him. You missed him so much more than one would miss a friend.

That was not a revelation you were ready for. The unfamiliar stirring in your chest every time you visited, or so much as thought of him, was not something you were equipped to handle. He suddenly became the first boy to make you feel like a million butterflies fluttered their wings in your belly with just his morning voice on the phone. But what could you do from so far away? You desperately wanted to get him back in your life, now more than ever, and decided to choose universities closer to his whereabouts. So that you could be around more – the way you used to be, as opposed to stopping by as an occasional guest.

Luckily, you got into the same school as him, although not in business administration, but marketing. You were so happy – finally you had a chance with him! Being in close proximity again, you were sure you could find a way to let him know that you wanted to be more than friends. Yes, you had no experience in this whatsoever, and you barely even acknowledged that your newly discovered feelings for him were of a romantic nature, but it was Baekhyun, after all. If anyone could read you like a book, it was him. And he’d know what to do.

But as time passed, you realized that you were so heavily friend-zoned that no technique would help make Baekhyun see you as a girl. You were just that – his precious childhood friend. And at that point of your life, for the first time, the notion made you sick. You used every trick in the book on him, but all in vain. Falling asleep on his shoulder? He’d just cover you with a blanket. Subtly asking him out on a picnic date? Sure enough, he’d bring his friends – the more, the merrier, right? And if you opted for extra pretty clothes when you came over to his place, he offered you to change in some of his, since yours didn’t ‘look comfy’.

Maybe you weren’t skilled enough to get the message across, you thought. So, as an act of despair, you did the last thing that came to your mind. You got drunk. Not just for the sake of it though – you merely needed some ‘liquid courage’ to confess to your best friend. You should’ve realized that it was a bad idea, but you still went with it. And, as anticipated, it did not go well.

‘Baekhyunee,’ you whined, putting your head onto his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. ‘You’re always so good to me. I want to tell you something… important.’

Your speech was slurred, but you tried to sound as serious as possible.

‘And what would that be?’ Baekhyun chuckled, holding you by the shoulders to keep you from falling on the floor in his room, where he brought you to crash.

‘I love you,’ you breathed out full of determination, and he…

He snickered!?

‘Yeah, me too. Can you let go of my shirt?’ He tried to shake you off onto the bed. ‘You should sleep it off, little lush.’

You wanted to insist, but he scolded you for your lack of cooperation.

‘Come on, my back is hurting already. You’re such an impossible drunk,’ he joked, but you instantly pulled back.

‘It’s your bed. Aren’t you getting in?’ It made you grit your teeth – how desperate must you be coming off!

‘Of course not, I’ll be on the couch. See you tomorrow!’ He said as he walked out of the room, leaving you slumped on the bed.

Of course not.

This entire situation, the way he reacted… What if the real problem was not your poor seduction skills, but the fact that he just didn’t feel the same way? You did not take that into account.

You regretted everything. Your stupid behaviour, your pathetic attempts to flirt with him and get him to see you as girlfriend material. There was a reason why he kept treating you like an older brother would – your feelings were one-sided. What made you feel even worse was knowing that Baekhyun actually had dating experience, as opposed to you – pining over him for years like a silly schoolgirl. You’d found out that he’d been in a relationship with a girl who was his senior in university, which he only told you about after it ended. When you confronted him about keeping that from you for months, he explained that he ‘didn't want it to be awkward’. Maybe you just weren’t his type. Or maybe he only adored you as his ‘little sister’. And perhaps that was worse than rejection.

Your pride, as well as your heart, was smashed. You wanted to disappear to the farthest ends of the world. The very next morning, when you teleported out of his room upon awakening (anything to avoid the awkwardness of that breakfast conversation), you decided that something needed to change. No more than a week later, you brought the documents needed to study abroad for a double degree. 

You told Baekhyun you wanted a challenge, and an international degree would also give you more opportunities later on. But in all honesty… It was your unrequited feelings for him you were foolishly running from.

He supported your decision, hoping that you’d still be in touch just like when he moved away. But you were always so tired from excessive studying that you couldn’t even use your ability to teleport properly, certainly not to such impressive distances. After one particular incident where you wound up in the middle of nowhere after trying to visit him on the weekend, and barely managed to make it back home safely, Baekhyun forbade you from trying again. At least not until you had enough energy to use your power for longer teleports without scaring him out of his mind. He missed spending time with you, he kept telling you over text complete with multiple emojis, but tried to distract himself by hanging out with his other friends more and focusing on his studies and career.

You were doing pretty much the same thing. Except your goal was to finally move on and fill the empty space in your heart with someone other than the person you wanted most. He was unattainable, so your fixation on him had to end.

For a long while you thought that you’d succeeded; a few months into your studies abroad, you started a relationship. It was the first time in a while that you were happy, and thoughts of your best friend became less frequent and bothersome. Your first real date, your first real everything – your life seemed much fuller than before, and you truly believed that your attraction to Baekhyun had finally died down. Out of sight, out of mind, or so they say.

But the happiness didn’t last, and the glass castle you’d been building so diligently for months fell apart right in front of you.

Baekhyun rang you up one day just to hear you choking back tears, telling him that your boyfriend had broken up with you. The reason was simple – he found someone else he was interested in. That was only a few weeks prior to your planned return home. Your ass of a boyfriend made it clear that it was ‘fun while it lasted’, but he was not about to get into any ‘long distance messes’.

This was your first relationship, and your best friend couldn’t allow you to go through major heartbreak all on your own. So, he came to see you the following week, and your wallowing ass was never out of his sight. Baekhyun made sure to provide all the distraction you needed, bringing you home safely afterwards.

Soon enough, you got your act together and decided to pursue a Master’s degree at your old university. It was a great school, especially great because the campus was located not too far from the small fashion design firm Baekhyun now ran with one of his close friends, Chanyeol.

Naturally, you were being constantly pressured by your bestie to forego the dorm life and just move into the spare room he had vacant ever since his previous roommate had moved out. You knew he owned the apartment, but he was still paying off the mortgage. Yet he insisted that the rent his former roommate used to pay was ‘symbolic’, and he wasn’t going to take your money anyways. You tried an ultimatum – that you weren’t going to move in unless you paid at least some rent. But Baekhyun, being the cunning little shit that he was, begged you to help out with marketing for his company instead – much like an intern, or a junior employee. He said the department was small and could benefit from a fresh pair of eyes and your international expertise. So you agreed, not yet realizing he was doing you, a graduate student with no solid previous experience, a double favor. 

He wasn’t even consistent in his efforts to fool you – a few months later, you were not only officially hired, you even had your own little secluded corner at work. And, of course, you had exclusive rights to the huge whiteboard in Baekhyun’s office. The ‘Big Boss’ – Chanyeol called him that every time he went into his overly serious mode during meetings – did not allow anyone to scribble on it. He had his own creative chaos on the board, which was not to be disrupted by any living thing.

The first time his assistant saw you walk into Baekhyun’s office without a care and erase his doodles to draw a big draft of an internet ad you had in mind to get your boss’s opinion on, she almost had a heart attack. She then proceeded to have it when Baekhyun suddenly walked into the room to witness what you were doing to his precious whiteboard. Before the assistant could come up with an excuse to keep her from facing the director’s wrath, he chuckled and ruffled your hair affectionately. He told you to add some color and went to his table calmly. The triple heart attack nearly rendered the assistant dead.

The company he owned wasn’t huge yet, but it was growing rapidly. Granted, there were a lot of young people occupying various positions, starting at the top with Baekhyun and Chanyeol. This fact, however, made it extremely hard for you to even walk out of your best friend’s office without causing a new wave of rumors about your relationship. They didn’t even know that you actually lived together… You were no celebrity, but you had your fair share of ‘anti-fans’ by now. All thanks to Baekhyun and his gorgeous looks, which made the entire office swoon and fantasize about the ‘sexiest human being on planet Earth’. Or so you’d heard.

You, however, knew him as the biggest dork in the world. And you would choose it over any macho man sexiness people were somehow attributing to him. Your suspicion was that his wallet had something to do with this distorted perception. At some point you had grown so sick from all of the unwanted attention to your persona, especially from Baekhyun’s adoring assistant, that you decided to use your power to slip in and out of his office unnoticed. You were used to teleporting somewhere right from your desk, since you sometimes stayed late. Those nights, you were basically chased away by Baekhyun, who seemed quite displeased with you being practically the last one to leave the office while the rest of the marketing team was long gone. 

‘Don’t you think it’s kinda late for you to still be at work?’

‘Well, you’re also here, aren’t you?’

‘Yeah, but that’s me,’ he shrugged. ‘Go home. Don’t make me shut your computer down.’

‘I just need to finish one-’

‘Finish it tomorrow. Your boss is kicking you out,’ Baekhyun quipped and you sighed in annoyance. You knew that he wasn’t kidding about shutting your work computer down, so you made sure that you were indeed alone, and teleported back home.

‘Traveling’ around the office, however, was slightly different. It required even more precautions. Thankfully, Baekhyun had a small walk-in wardrobe area, which you used often to check whether there was someone in the room before getting to the huge whiteboard you loved to utilize. It had worked pretty well for you for weeks and months, until that one time… it suddenly did not.

The night you decided it was late enough for most people to be out of the office anyways and teleported to your usual spot, was the night everything changed.

It was dark outside, and you weren’t sure why Baekhyun’s assistant hadn’t left yet (you saw her coat on the hanger just minutes earlier). So you decided to sneak in the way you always did, and blinked, shutting your eyes for a long second. Opening them, you faced the wall of Baekhyun’s wardrobe and listened to hear if someone was there. You were always quiet after you teleported, and you became extra cautious when you heard something. You couldn’t make anything out at first, but then realized it was a sigh. Or… a moan?

Unsure, you stayed frozen, turning all ears.

‘Fuck.’ A soft curse grazed your ears and you perked up.

It was Baekhyun’s voice. You were one hundred percent sure that it was him. You’d known that voice back when it was screechy and boyish, right before it broke and became velvety and warm, like honey left out in the morning sun.

‘Shit, baby,’ you heard him breathe out, accompanied by an obscene wet sound and a chair creaking. ‘Yes, just like that.’

It was like lightning struck you on the spot.

Realizing what you were hearing, you closed your eyes, teleporting faster than you could blink. In that odd moment you were stunned and panicked and not in control. It was a while since you’d teleported unsafely like that. The act required some concentration, which you were unable to exercise then. Hence you ended up losing your balance and crashing into your office desk, somehow obtaining a long painful cut on your thigh from the corner of the table in the midst of it. You almost cried out, but held it in, to avoid making any more noise than you had already made. Staring at the wall blindly for a few moments, you felt tears forming in your eyes. Why was this upsetting you? So what if he was having sex with his assistant in his office? It wasn’t like you caught your boyfriend cheating on you. You had no right to feel like this about him. Hadn’t you moved on a while ago?

As a thick drop of blood began to trickle down your thigh, you snapped out of it and teleported home. You had to prevent an ugly scar from replacing the deep scratch in the near future, and there was no way you were going to ask Baekhyun to heal you.

You spent the next hour crying in the bathroom, unsure whether you were so hurt by the wound you’d inflicted upon yourself or by the reignited feelings you thought you had buried deep enough.

You took a few days off.

Unable to look Baekhyun in the eye after the shameful ordeal in his office, you told him you needed to see a family doctor via text and left for the rest of the week. You did see a doctor in your hometown, and stayed with your parents for a bit too. Not only because you didn’t spend time at your parents’ house too often, but also because you could lock yourself up in your room and stare at the ceiling, hearing the now distant voice looping in your head. ‘Shit, baby. Just like that.’

You felt sick to your stomach.

It wasn’t only the shame of catching your best friend in such an act, but also the bitter disappointment you felt at the circumstances. You never thought of Baekhyun as the stereotypical boss who’d have his secretary sprawled over his own desk. He had always been pretty quiet about his relationships, and you thought he was just being a gentleman. Now that your ears had witnessed how ‘classy’ he actually was, it was impossible not to question all of the aspects of his personality that you thought you knew through and through. And the hidden context of the moments you’d shared recently. Like, whenever he was nagging at you for staying late in the office, was he actually mad at you for being an obstacle to his rendezvous with the ubiquitous assistant?

The thought of being an obstacle to Baekhyun did not sit well with you.

‘No, it can’t be,’ you whispered to yourself, shaking your head and picking up the phone to scroll through the previews of at least a couple dozen messages Baekhyun had sent you since your sudden relocation to your family home.

‘How are you?~ I still want to know why you needed to go to the doctor’

‘Tell me, Y/N-aaaah~’

‘It’s not serious, right?! Hehe I hope not’

‘I can heal you anyways, not a big deal. Don’t worry about me, just come back and I’ll make you lit. Ye know? Lite u up’

‘You’re not reading my messages’

Missed call

‘Text me when you’re done. I’m worried’

Missed call

Missed call

‘Y/N, you still busy?’

‘Pls text when you can’

Missed call

Missed call

‘I have a meeting, but call me whenever you see this, I’ll leave my phone on’

‘Y/N-ah, are you ok? I’m home, and I really don’t know what to think’

‘When are you coming back? Do you need me to come see you?’

‘I can come, just say the word. Are you really that sick, Y/N-ah? I’m really worried’

‘Text me even if it’s late. I can’t sleep anyways’

You couldn’t finish reading though his monologue, tears clouding your eyesight. Every message played out in your head so vividly. Every little bit of it was Baekhyun. Your best friend, the playful one, the one who always worried about you and took care of you, the one who you desperately wanted to hold onto, and the one you were currently running away from, again. You could almost hear his voice reading the message out loud in your head, when your screen lit up.

‘I’m gonna come see you, Y/N-ah. I can’t find your mom’s phone number, but it’s only a few hours to drive’

You’d let out a shaky breath and almost choked on air as you accidentally clicked on the message, opening the entire chat.

‘Shit,’ you cursed at your own clumsiness, staring at the screen. He could definitely see that you had opened the messages. You almost felt his anxiousness grow as he waited for you to reply.

‘Y/N?’ he prompted.

You chewed on your lip. It was too early, you weren’t ready to talk to him yet.

‘Don’t come. I’m fine’

The text seemed so dry compared to how you usually chat.

Baekhyun fell silent.

And then started video calling you.

Almost jumping up on the bed, you hurriedly pressed decline, heart almost beating out of your chest with nerves.

You were both silent for a few moments before you saw him typing something.

‘I just need to see that you’re fine. I know it’s late’

‘I don’t want to’

You responded, gritting your teeth.

‘A pic then? Or tell me you’re really ok, and I’ll call you in the morning’

He was so in your face with his concern that you snapped.

‘I don’t want to talk to you!’

You threw your phone on the pillow and sobbed, feeling pathetic once more.

‘So stupid,’ you cursed, unsure if it was directed at your friend or yourself.

Your phone vibrated again.

‘Oh, what now?’ you grabbed it frustratedly and read his message.

‘…Why? Did I do something?’

He seemed so clueless that you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

‘I don’t wanna talk to you, Baekhyun. And I don’t want to see your face, so don’t even think about coming here.’

Send

‘You’re just like every other man I know. I don’t want to see you!’

Send

‘Leave me alone!’

Send

You put your phone away, tears streaming down your face, chest heaving with renewed sobs. It was probably the first time for you to fight like that, and you felt devastated. You were on the verge of being hysterical.

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on your breathing. It was essential for you to calm down before you accidentally threw yourself into some desert or hurt yourself again. You were especially afraid of teleporting right into Baekhyun’s room, since your own heart was aching at the way you told him off. But you were so angry and so incredibly sad, you didn’t know how else to deal with it. Whenever you used to argue when you were kids, it was so easy to make up. Baekhyun had always welcomed you back in. What if you had slammed the door too loudly this time?

Why did you care if he was fucking his assistant or not?

How could you stop the painful squeeze in your chest?

The questions swirling in your head had you crying yourself to sleep that night.

You woke up so shattered that you were wary of showing your face to your parents. After a long refreshing shower… you still didn’t look great, but noted slight improvement. Checking your phone timidly, you realized it had died, so you left it to charge before joining your parents for lunch.

As much as they were happy to see you, they knew something was going on. You looked terrible and you had no appetite for the home cooked meal, but most importantly – you were not glued to your phone to talk to your ‘puppy dog tail’, which is what your mom used to call Baekhyun for following you around when you were little. Everything was off about this unannounced visit, and your mother knew that better than anyone.

‘Did you have a fight?’ she asked, once you were left alone in the kitchen to do the dishes.

‘Huh?’

‘You and Baekhyun. What happened?’

‘Nothing,’ you answered sourly. ‘He just- disappointed me, that’s all.’

‘Is that so?’ your mom asked, the corner of her mouth jumping upwards faintly. ‘I’m sure you can let him off the hook once in your lifetime.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Oh honey, that boy has been all over your case since forever. I wonder whether you’re trying to keep your relationship a secret from me, or maybe you are that silly.’

‘What are you talking about, mom?’ you whined. ‘You don’t know him that well. Even I don’t know him that well, apparently-’

‘Oh don’t you now?’ your mother interrupted. ‘Just ask him how he feels about you.’

‘Yeah, right,’ you sighed.

‘What’s holding you back, your pride? Or maybe you’re scared, because you know you broke his heart with a harsh word?’ Your mom’s eyes had a fiery spark you didn’t witness often. Only when she tapped into her power of vision.

‘Why did you leave him when he needs you the most?’

‘You- saw something?’ you stuttered.

‘I only saw that hearts can be mended,’ your mom smiled at you and turned around to join dad in the living room. ‘But he is desperate right now.’

‘Desperate? Why, is he in trouble?’ you felt sick again, worry bubbling in your stomach. ‘M-Mom?’

‘I’ve already said too much. Ask him.’

As she said that, you bolted. Up the stairs, to your bedroom. Grabbing the charging phone from the nightstand, you unlocked it and opened your messaging app.

‘Baek…’ you sent, typing the follow up message right away.

The dots appeared immediately, making you pause.

His next three messages made you shiver.

‘I don’t know why you’re so upset with me, but… Something happened’

‘Please come’

‘I’m scared. I need you’

You sprang off the bed, pacing around the room nervously. Should you change from your pajamas? Did you have time for that? What if that was a trick to get you to talk to him? But your mom said his heart was broken, and he was- you couldn’t-

‘Mom, dad, I’m going home!’ you yelled before shutting your eyes and reappearing in Baekhyun’s eerily quiet apartment. All of the curtains were closed, and it was as dark as the night in there.

‘Baek?’ you called, walking almost blindly towards his bedroom. ‘You home?’

‘Y/N,’ his voice sounded so different when he called back. You weren’t sure if he called through a sob, but you were aware of your heart beating fast and heavy in your throat as you approached his room hurriedly. You prayed that he was okay, that he didn’t do anything stupid or hurt himself while you were away.

Storming into the dimly lit room you looked around until your eyes fell on a curled figure on the floor, back leaning on the bed, and you froze.

You knew these pants, and this shirt. Baekhyun wore those a lot at home. The stupid fluffy socks you gifted him for Christmas as a joke? He had always put those on when he was down, he said they cheered him up. But Baekhyun never had such long silky hair. He did not have narrow shoulders and round breasts.

And you were sure as hell that Baekhyun never was a girl.

‘B- Baek?’ you mumbled in shock.

He looked up at you, eyes poignant and glimmering with tears.

‘Oh, Baekhyunie,’ you lamented, walking up to him and dropping on your knees to gather his (her?) fragile frame into a tight hug.

It didn’t matter that you were mad at him before, or that you had your own feelings to worry about. He was your best friend, even when you wanted to beat the hell out of him for being a moron and messing around at work, and he was going through something profound.

‘What happened?’ you asked, stroking his soft locks to calm him down.

He clung to your pajama top, almost sobbing into your neck as he tugged you closer, effectively making you straddle him. 

‘I thought you weren’t gonna come,’ he sniffled.

‘I’m here. I’m sorry,’ you unwrapped your arms to wipe the tears off of his beautiful delicate face.

‘I can’t snap back into my male form,’ his voice trembled. ‘I don’t know if I can, ever,’ he added in an almost panicked voice.

Your heart clenched at his vulnerability. He was always there to pick up the pieces for you, and it was time for you to be his rock. Fair is fair.

‘You can. Hey,’ you caught his face in your palms, repeating calmly, ‘You can, and you will. You shifted, right? It means you’re a shifter, Baekhyun. You can always shift back, but maybe not right away.’

He swallowed hard, rubbing his reddened eyes.

‘But- This has never happened before,’ he mumbled. ‘The first time in my entire life-’

‘Maybe it was dormant,’ you suggested, hand stroking his hair gently. ‘What triggered you?’

Baekhyun was silent for a few moments, while you were busy brushing rogue strands away from his eyes.

‘You,’ he then provided, surprising you with his answer.

‘...Because I said I didn’t want to talk to you?’

‘No. You said you didn’t want to see me. That I was just like all the other men,’ he reminded bitterly. ‘I kept thinking about it until I felt dizzy. I don’t remember anything else, I woke up like this.’

‘Oh my god,’ you gasped, guilt overwhelming you. ‘I’m so, so sorry, Baekhyunie!’

You held him tight, whispering jumbled apologies into his ear.

‘At least now I know you’re okay,’ he sniffed again before looking down and noticing your bandaged leg. ‘What happened? You are hurt, that wasn’t an excuse?’

Ignoring your protests, he hauled the bandage down to reveal the still fresh cut. He brushed his fingers over it, knitting his eyebrows in concentration, as warm lights appeared around your wound. He pressed his open palm to your skin, and the light slowly died down. The deep scratch underneath his hand had vanished. But then he looked at you again, waiting for clarification, which had you mumbling something about it being unimportant.

‘No, Y/N. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation? You disappeared on me, you ignored my messages and then told me to fuck off, I wanna know what I did to make you hate me this much!’ He was definitely more snappy as a girl.

His intense eyes pinned you down, and the frowning lips caught your attention. As he raised an eyebrow impatiently, you came back to your senses.

‘Huh? Oh, just forget it. I’m sorry for what I said earlier-’

‘Tell me. Now,’ Baekhyun gritted, grabbing you by the shoulders.

‘I- I- I can’t!’ you squeaked.

‘What? Why?’ a narrowed pair of eyes blinked at you.

‘It’s too embarrassing, I-’

‘I am a girl, Y/N! I gotta know-’

‘I heard you with your assistant!’ You yelled in his face with your eyes closed. And waited, clasping the material of his shirt in your hands anxiously.

‘…what?’ You opened your eyes to his confused face.

‘You- Umm,’ you were unsure how to proceed. ‘I teleported into your office at a late hour, and apparently, you were in there, and I heard you… uh-’

‘Oh fuck.’ He threw his head back in realization.

‘Yeah,’ you pursed your lips, unsure of how to interpret his reaction.

‘Wait, the assistant?’ he suddenly straightened up and frowned. ‘You thought I was fucking my assistant?’

He sounded offended, so you tried a tiny ‘Yeah?’

‘You’re such an idiot!’ he complained, and you got a bit defensive.

‘Frankly, it’s your fault for engaging in that at work! Even if it wasn’t the assistant!’

‘Hell, excuse me for being a man and having to relieve myself in my damn office because the girl I’ve been in love with for years is clueless about how much I fucking want her!’

The way he said it in one swift frustrated breath made you feel like boiling water was poured all over you. Did he mean… you?

But- Why didn’t you know? How could you have missed it? It wasn’t like you didn’t care enough to see the signs, quite the opposite, and you still never noticed him being anything more than warm and friendly with you.

His breathing was ragged from the simmering emotion.

‘You… Want me?’ you whispered hesitantly.

‘Yes,’ he said firmly, but then added in a softer voice. ‘Even then, in my office… I was alone, I was... thinking of you, actually. Your damn shorts make me regret the no dress code rule!’

Shocked at his confession, you could only stare at him blankly.

‘What does it matter. I’m a freaking girl now,’ he scoffed, looking down at himself.

‘I don’t care,’ you stated out of the blue.

Taking his face gently between your palms again, you continued.

‘I don’t care if you’re a girl. Whether you are Baekhyun or… Baekhyunie?’ he snorted slightly at the name. ‘I love you all the same,’ you finished your cheesy disclosure, taking in his astounded eyes. A heartbeat later, you were kissing him. For the very first time.

Slow to react initially, he then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, dragging your hips over his and causing you to moan into his mouth. He used this opportunity to slip his tongue in, exploring, bossing you around and getting more and more into it with every passing second. It was a bit sloppy, and the loud sounds of your kissing made the little hairs on your skin stand in excitement, but you couldn’t get enough of his sweet peachy flavor.

The atmosphere in the room changed in a matter of seconds.

‘Shit,’ he cursed after you broke the contact to get some oxygen. ‘Excuse me when I say that I wish I could have my dick back right now.’

‘Oh what, you’re nothing without your dick?’ You asked teasingly, sliding the shirt off of him with one hand, and squeezing his bare breast with another. ‘Perky.’

‘Fuck off,’ he laughed softly, letting you play with it for a little longer, before pushing you on your back to trap you on the floor. ‘Let’s get these off, baby.’

After receiving a slight nod, he removed your pajamas along with your underwear. You kind of expected yourself to be shy, after all, it was the first time he was seeing you fully naked, but you didn’t really mind. Maybe it was his female appearance that put you at ease.

‘It’s nice that you walk around in your pajamas all the time. So easily removed,’ he pecked your mouth before latching onto your nipple and grazing his teeth over it slightly.

‘Ah! Slow down,’ you cried out, twisting his nipple in revenge.

‘Ouch!’ he looked up from your breasts, holding onto his own soft mound.

‘Be gentle,’ you stressed before letting him get back to it.

Realizing how tender the body part was, he proceeded with a much more delicate hand, trailing light kisses over the area and up the side of your neck.

You still felt like your entire body was scorched. It was difficult to wrap your mind around the fact that this was Baekhyun, your best friend, and you were about to have sex with him. While he was a girl, no less. You’d never even let yourself think about being intimate with him, slapping yourself on the wrist mentally any time something stirred inside you. Moreover, it was your first ever experience with someone your own sex. It wasn’t hard to imagine how weird it must have felt for Baekhyun to do this in a female body, with his own reactions foreign to him. Had he ever experienced this tightness and heaviness in his lower stomach? Or maybe the tingle in his nipples, when you used an opportunity to brush your fingertips over them briefly? Or the feeling of soaked panties sticking to the skin?

Thinking of this, you snaked your hand into his loose pants.

‘Ah fuck!’ he jolted from your touch, grabbing onto your wrist. ‘What- what the hell-’

You giggled at his perplexion and decided to make it worse.

‘You’re wet, Baekhyunie.’ You licked your lips, suddenly thirsty. ‘Come here.’ You tugged him closer, as he resisted feebly. ‘Don’t be shy.’ You placed a quick kiss on his cheek and rotated your wrist to shake his hold off.

He swallowed, unsure of what to do, but his grasp on you weakened. Sucking his lower lip in, he avoided your eyes and focused on breathing in and out as you slid your fingers further down, reaching his slick folds again.

He let out a breathy gasp and grabbed onto your shoulder.

‘It’s okay, baby,’ you whispered, pushing against his frame to roll him over on his back.

He obliged, and you used this as your cue to rid him of the remaining clothes. They weren’t a great fit for his female body anyways.

‘Fuck, Baek,’ you sighed in astonishment. ‘You’re so gorgeous.’ That wasn’t a lie. He was probably the prettiest girl you had ever seen in your life. Features even more sculpted, body so milky and feminine, soft locks emphasizing his plump lips and dark almond eyes.

‘I wonder if you weren’t interested in me before because I wasn’t a girl,’ he chuckled, visibly bashful.

‘Hey, you’re turning me gay as we speak,’ you retorted. ‘I might not want the male version of you back.’

‘I hope you’re kidding, it feels weird to have a- a- I can’t even say it!’

‘A pu-’

‘Shut up!’ He hid his suddenly burning face in his palms.

You laughed, leaning forward to hover over him.

‘I don’t remember ever seeing you this flushed. Cute.’ You avoided his arguments by kissing him, trailing your hand down his tense belly in the meantime. ‘Relax, it’s just me. If you don’t like my fingers, I can use my mouth.’

‘No-’ Baekhyun rose up on his elbows and stuttered. ‘I- don’t think I’m ready for that.’

‘Okay.’ You nodded easily.

‘But I think I can…’ He swallowed anxiously. ‘I think I can take your fingers.’

‘Aw.’ You cooed, making him even more red. ‘Cutie.’

He wrapped his arms around you to glue your body to his and stop you from ogling his nakedness. Laughing into his mouth, you resumed fondling his inner thighs.

‘This is so weird,’ he kept repeating, once you’d slipped inside. ‘So freaking weird.’

Only smiling before nibbling on the tender skin of his neck, you still worked your wrist.

You were almost shaking yourself, since his leg was now trapped between yours, and in this position your wetness was getting smeared on his smooth skin.

‘Oh fuck,’ he sighed, voicing your own thoughts.

‘Just like that?’ You whispered smugly, curling your fingers and grunting as he writhed underneath, unintentionally rubbing his thigh against you.

You swayed your hips slightly, stimulating him further with your hands on his body.

‘I- I think- I’m gonna-’

You bit down your lower lip, working him up to his first high in this body. Crying out, he arched his back and shook violently as you let him ride it out, squeezing his breast with your other palm. Slowing your tired hand down, you allowed him to enjoy the aftershocks, until his body went limp. Baekhyun’s arms, still holding onto you, kept you from rolling off onto your side, so you just laid on top of him, legs still intertwined with his.

Listening to his steadying breath with your ear to his slightly damp chest, you chuckled at your thoughts.

‘What?’ he asked, probably still a little self-conscious.

‘I’m just wondering.’ You moved your head up slightly. ‘If we were dating, would that be considered cheating?’

He stilled for a second and then let out a strained laugh.

‘I guess you’ll have to date me to find out.’

‘Guess so.’ You beamed, feeling him tense a little.

‘You mean it?’ he inquired cautiously, urging you to look at him.

‘Oh I mean it. I also mean it when I say that the locks in your office need to be changed. It should only be easy for me to get in at any point.’

‘Still jealous? I told you I was alone.’ He grinned at your now frowning face.

‘Not for lack of volunteers! Pretty sure any unmarried female employee you have would’ve gladly joined you. And now possibly male, too.’

‘Glad that I don’t need them, then. I have you for all of my forms.’

‘All?’ You perked up. ‘You have more? Oh, don’t tell me you also turn into wild animals or some other nonsense!’

‘Hey! I might as well turn into a tiger if you keep harassing my pure feelings for you!’

‘Pure f- I just had my fingers in your p-’

‘Stop! Talking about my lady parts!’ He squirmed, freeing himself from your weight to crawl onto the bed and hide under the covers.

You sprawled on the floor, laughing at him.

‘Lady parts? Gosh, Baek, do you secretly work in a kindergarten?’

‘No, I don’t. I just want my dick back to shut you up,’ he mumbled from under the blanket.

‘Oh? You didn’t want me to go down on you earlier, but you have no reservations about shoving your dick in my mouth? Men are so weird,’ you mused, and Baekhyun kicked his leg into the air feigning annoyance.

‘That’s not what I meant!’

You laughed, getting on the bed next to the fuming pile of cloth.

‘Yah, Baekhyunie,’ you snickered. ‘You are a fabulous woman, but your feet are still quite, well… Large,’ you lifted the blanket further. ‘And hairy? But- Wait a second,’ before you could finish, he shook the covers off.

‘Am I back?’ 

You nodded, the usual Baekhyun with ruffled bed hair in your view. ‘I’m back!’ he yelled, and then quickly lifted the blanket where it was covering his modesty. ‘And you’re back! Oh my god, we’re back!’

You giggled as he tackled you on the bed, his male body and strength returning at once, and peppered ecstatic kisses all over your face.

‘Fucking finally,’ he swore in a much deeper voice. Not giving it any thought, you opened your legs for him to rest between.

‘But wait,’ you protested playfully. ‘Does the cheating begin now?’

‘Oh you.’ He moved your hair out of your face. ‘Pretty sure ‘Baekhyunie’ could do better in bed. Didn’t she just leave you all wet and needy?’

You whined at his touch on your tender skin, and he pressed his hips forward, his growing hard-on grinding into your soaked pussy. The tip nudged your clit roughly, putting pressure onto the sensitive spot and almost making your eyes roll.

‘I think it’s between me and my girl,’ you gritted your teeth at the pleasure.

‘I think not.’ He somehow sounded jealous, although he knew he only had himself to compete with.

He pulled back slightly, making you whimper at the loss of friction, slick dripping from your entrance just to be caught by his fingers and spread over your already glistening folds.

‘Baek,’ you moaned, grip on his forearm tightening.

He kept teasing your slit with his fingers, enjoying the way your hips bucked into his palm every time his digits slipped inside. You sobbed as he stretched you – not the way you wanted though.

‘Please just- fuck me already,’ you moaned, arching your back when he reached your sweet spot. Would have felt so much better had he done it with something other than his fingers.

‘I can make you come like this. It feels pretty good, now that I’ve tried,’ he chuckled and you slapped his shoulder as he sat up.

‘Stop playing with me!’

‘And what do I get if I stop?’ He teased, rubbing you leisurely with his thumb and stroking himself with a spare hand.

‘You can fuck me raw.’

His fingers froze.

‘No condom?’

‘No nothing. I’m on the pill. And I trust you.’

Baekhyun swore under his breath, licking his lips hungrily. Your words had wound him up to no end, but the man’s mind was wondering. ‘Since when?’

‘My ex. Just continued taking them when I moved in with you.’

‘That asshole boyfriend of yours,’ Baekhyun spat, making the feeble lights flicker, as you cleared your throat.

Then he caught on to what you’d said.

‘So, had I hit on you one evening-’

‘Most likely would’ve let you. The amount of times I had to hand wash my panties feeling ashamed and horny after our movie nights…’

‘Oh now you just want me to feel stupid.’ He frowned, the dim light in the room dying.

‘No. I want you to feel good. Inside me,’ you responded into the darkness, feeling the pads of his gentle fingers travel across your inner thigh.

He kept stroking you silently for a few seconds.

‘Tell me how you want it.’ His voice was a bit hoarse, and you shivered in anticipation.

‘I wanna see you,’ you whispered, and then tiny little orbs began appearing all around you, until it looked like the starry night sky above the bed.

You only let out a shaky breath as he slid into you. Rolling his hips steadily, in and out, he grunted from how tight you were around his length, and how welcoming.

Right after spending some time in a female form, Baekhyun suddenly felt so hunky. He saw you as tiny and fragile now more than ever, wanting to be extra protective and most gentle with you. His thrusts were slow and somewhat lazy, but his ears and eyes didn’t miss a single gasp or a knit of your brows.

You, on the other hand, were almost floating. Not just from the long awaited pressure against your inner walls, but from the affection in every touch, and the way your lover’s skin pressed into yours, and the sheen of sweat on his chest, and the glint of minuscule stars in his eyes…

‘Baekhyun,’ you called, motioning him to lean closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. ‘I really love you.’

He huffed out a laugh and grazed the tip of your nose with a bunny kiss.

‘Don’t say that when I’m inside you,’ he murmured, yet unable to contain his blissful smile.

‘I’m sorry for earlier,’ you began, but he wasn’t having any of it.

‘I don’t care. You’re finally mine.’ He drove his hips inside you with precision. ‘I don’t care.’

You used his proximity to start a kiss, losing the driver’s seat to him pretty quickly and not spending a second regretting it. It was obvious that you could give yourself to him fully and he’d know what to do. Trembling in his embrace, you clenched around him and urged him to go faster. Not making you ask twice, he picked up the pace and gradually worked up to intense thrusts, the swollen tip hitting your spot every time.

‘Fuck, you feel so good,’ he rumbled, reveling in the responsive motions of your body. You only hummed, grinding your pelvis against him.

A small droplet of perspiration made its way from the shorter hair at his temple, and you raised your hand to catch it, then slipping your fingers into his hair. You were both so close; his hot sweaty body on top of yours made you crave release even more.

‘Ah please, don’t stop,’ you wailed, meeting his passionate hips with yours, inner muscles clenching around the hardness inside you. He felt perfect, like he fit you in every way possible.

‘Shit, baby,’ he called. ‘I’m close too, don’t-’

‘I want to,’ you interrupted him, pushing him into yourself with the heel of your foot. ‘You can come inside me.’

‘Fuck,’ he almost growled, gripping your thigh desperately as he reached deeper and deeper. The sounds produced by your exhausted bodies were so crude and lascivious that it didn’t take long for the growing tension in your lower belly to burst and overwhelm your entire body.

‘Oh, oh fuck-’ repeating your lover’s curses, you held onto his shoulders while your orgasm shook you underneath him.

Keeping his thrusts quick and shallow, Baekhyun groaned as he felt himself tipped over by your release, face contorted in pleasure as he finally filled you with his warmth.

~

The lights around you shone the brightest, resembling magic dust sprinkled around your tangled bodies. They shimmered on Baekhyun’s skin, making him look like an angel. So much so that you had to touch his face with your palm to make sure he was real. And all of this was not a dream.

‘Is it too much if I call you my Light?’ You began sentimentally.

‘Is it too much if I ask you to come in my office whenever I want?’

‘You’ve been doing that all along,’ you tittered, watching him pull the covers over your bodies and lying down comfortably next to you.

‘Come in my office, not come into my office,’ he clarified with a smug expression.

‘Baekhyun!’ You exclaimed, only slightly appalled, and he pulled you into his arms before you could smack him out of embarrassment.

‘I know, I know. I can’t wait for it either,’ he hummed, his childishly happy laugh almost deafening while you merely cursed at him.

What could you do, you loved this dork and his silly sense of humor. And his awesome powers. And his soft heart. What a package, this Byun Baekhyun. What a perfect package.

A/N: So... here goes the first one. Let me know what you think about this :) I’ve mentioned earlier that a sequel for this is very possible, so let me know if you’d be interested in that. Thank you for reading!

[darthkruge]

hey could you do a jess mariano x reader where the reader has dyslexia but loves to read. someone at school makes a comment about her being dumb and she gets insecure but jess is super reassuring to the reader about how intelligent she is. also they can either be already dating or have mutual crushes. whatever you think fits better. <3

Jess Mariano x Dyslexic!Reader ~ All of You

Summary: Someone at school insults the dyslexic reader and their boyfriend, Jess, provides reassurance. 

Warnings: Bullying, language, insecurities, I think that’s it? 

Words: 2.1k

A/N: Hey!! I’m so, so sorry this took me so long to get to! I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t mean to keep you in the ask box void. I really enjoyed writing this, so thank you for requesting! I decided to make them already be dating because that’s where my brain went hehe. I hope you like it :)

You walked to school hand-in-hand with your boyfriend, as always. Even though it took him about 15-20 minutes out of the way, Jess never missed walking with you. He hated the thought of you starting your day by yourself and never wanted you to feel forgotten about or lonely. Thus, the tradition began and it has stayed the way you start your day, everyday, for the last few months that you’ve been dating. 

Jess pulled you behind the science building, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands instinctively wove into his hair and his arms wound around your waist, pulling your bodies together. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away from your lips and gently moving his kisses down the side of your neck. You hummed in content before moving to meet his face again, once again pressing your lips to his. 

These stolen moments were what you lived for. You’d never felt too confident in yourself, at least as far as relationships went, and you weren’t used to this kind of affection. Even so, you loved every moment of it. Everything with Jess felt so natural. No matter what, you came first to him and he never failed to show it. 

You both pulled away and he softly kissed your forehead.

“See you after second period?”

“Of course” 

“Okay, love. Text me if you need me. Or if you’re bored. Or if you miss me”

“Oh, yes! That Jess Mariano charm. I’m not sure how I’ll endure two classes without it!”

“I’m sure it’ll prove quite e difficult,” Jess said, laughing. The bell rang and he gave you one last smile before you parted. 

You walked into your English class with a smile on your face, giddy after the experience with him. He made you feel alive. It was the kind of feeling you didn’t know you needed, but once you felt it you couldn’t imagine losing it. 

You sat down in your seat, waiting for the teacher to start class. 

“Okay, everyone. Today we’re just going to be doing some silent reading for the first half of class and then I’ll put you in small groups to work on a new project”

Fuck. Group projects were the fucking worst. Unless you got one of your friends, people were normally assholes and impossible to work with. 

Even though you were upset with the new development, you were excited to have time to read. You pulled out your copy of The Great Gatsby that Jess had lent you and picked up where you last left off. Because you read so much and generally did well or at least half-decent in school, people never assumed you had dyslexia. Lots of people had this false narrative that if you have dyslexia, you must hate reading. It was something you were used to, the stupid comments and assumptions. You tried to not let it get to you but you sometimes felt frustrated. You’d run into loads of ignorant people in your life and while you weren’t ashamed to have dyslexia, you hated having to explain it to every new teacher, every new friend in your life. You never knew how’d they’d react.

Even so, reading was one of your greatest joys in life. Losing yourself in the work, in the story, it was enthralling. You loved to find characters that you connected with. Their emotions were palpable and made you feel validated and less alone. Reading was one of the main things that brought you and Jess together. He knew you had dyslexia and, thankfully, never treated you like you were any less. You were afraid he would break up with you once you told him, but, of course, he didn’t. You were still you, and that’s all he cared about. 

He loved trading books with you and hearing your thoughts on them. In doing so, he felt the two of you were brought closer together. Discussing literature was an almost intimate experience in your relationship. Learning which characters and themes resonated with a person was truly illuminating about their personality and mind. Right now, as you read Gatsby, Jess was reading Pride and Prejudice. You loved Jane Austen, as did Jess, and you completely enjoyed discussing her work. 

After a few moments lost in thought, your teacher’s voice pulled you back to the present. “Alright! Okay so for the group project you will be analyzing the short story “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson. Please read it together today and discuss what you think the most pertinent theme is. I’ve already assigned the groups and I’ll display them on the board right now.”

Your teacher stepped back and turned on the projector so you could see the groups. Scanning for your name, you internally groaned when you saw who you were with. Sarah, Justin, and Alex. They were all close and their friend group didn’t exactly have the best reputation. You grabbed your bag, walked over to them, and sat down.

“So, y’all just wanna read it? Then just talk about it, I guess. We’re looking for themes, right?” Sarah asked.

Everyone nodded, opening up the copies of the short story placed on your desks. You jumped in and immediately felt yourself pulled into the writing. After a few minutes, your eyes glued to the story, you heard the rest of your group closing their packets. 

“Alright, everyone done?” Justin asked.

“Yeah, you?” Alex said

Sarah nodded in agreement.

You, on the other hand, felt your cheeks flush. You were only about 70% through the story. “Sorry, I just need a bit more time, is that okay?”

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Just hurry up,” Sarah groaned. 

Your face burning, you went back to the reading. It wasn’t like you weren’t trying, you were! They just wouldn’t understand it. You couldn’t count the amount of times people had told you to just “focus more”. It made your blood boil, honestly. It was so dismissive and you couldn't believe people still thought that way. You always focused and it wasn’t your fault, and, yet, morons like these three persisted. After a few more minutes, you heard Alex again.

“Come on! You can’t possibly still be reading?”

“I’m sorry, just-” You sighed, running your hands through your hair. “Please, just a few more minutes?”

“God, you’re so fucking stupid. No wonder no one wants to work with you. All you do is hold people up, you’re a goddamn idiot” Alex said.

Your eyes burned and unshed tears started to push their way up but you fought them down. You wouldn’t let yourself cry in front of them. They didn’t deserve to see how they’d affected you. 

Finally, the bell went off and you were able to leave. Your group glared at you and you realized you  hadn’t discussed the themes. 

“It’s, um, the story’s about the juxtaposition of peace and violence. Even though the people are in a calm, controlled setting, they resort to violence every year. It’s an outdated tradition they keep up and, thus, it highlights the difference between their actions and how they want to be perceived.” You said quickly, voice wavering. 

Your group scoffed before walking off. That didn’t bother you too much. You knew your analysis was accurate and probably far better than anything they could have come up with, even if they’d spent the last 15 minutes of class discussing it. Despite this, you still felt deflated. The shit they’d said, the way they’d treated you? You couldn’t deny it, it got to you. 

You walked over to your locker and put your stuff away. After that, you decided you were just going to go home. You could call the school later and say you were feeling sick or something. Honestly, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were just so drained, you needed to get away from this place and the people in it.

However, you didn’t want Jess to worry. You sent him a quick text saying you weren’t feeling well and put on your headphones before walking out of the school.

What you didn’t expect was Jess to come flying out of nowhere, appearing by your side as if you’d summoned him.

“Jess! What are you doing? Don’t you have class!”

He shrugged. “You weren’t feeling well. Did you honestly expect I’d leave you by yourself? And, seriously, Y/N, you know I hate this place. You’re the only thing that makes it bearable so if you  wouldn’t be here, why should I?”

You nodded and kept walking forward. Jess looked at you quizzically, trying to decode your dejected state. He kept quiet, knowing not to push you to talk. He trusted you’d come to him when you were ready. Therefore, he simply followed you until you made it off campus, where you turned into a random alley and suddenly stopped walking.

Jess caught himself, almost running right into you. You suddenly turned around, dropped your bag, and bolted right into his chest. He was caught off guard but instinctively brought his arms around you, trying to comfort you. He noticed you were crying, your broken sobs getting muffled in his shirt. He soothingly rubbed his arms up and down your back, desperately trying to give you solace. After you finally quieted down, Jess gently and slowly pulled you back.

His hands gripped your shoulders as he studied your face, your sad gaze meeting his. “What happened?”

“Stupid English, that’s all”

“Come on, Y/N, don’t shut me out. What happened?” He said, his tone kind.

“I-” You trailed off, trying to keep your composure. “Some kids just said some shit. I was just reading slower than them and they said some shit. It’s not a big deal, I just- it got to me, okay?”

“Who?” Jess said, firmly this time.

“Jess-”

“Who, Y/N?”

“Alex, Justin, and Sarah.” 

Jess groaned, rubbing the heels of his hands over his eyes. “Fuck them, Y/N. They’re fucking ridiculous and they don’t know anything about you”

“I know, I know. That’s why I’m so goddamn frustrated! Because, like, it did get to me. Jess- Jess, they’re right. I felt like an idiot today, I felt stupid. And I hate feeling that way!” Hot tears smarmed in your eyes, the frustration and anger bringing them out. 

Jess’s gaze softened. As livid as he felt toward the three of them, he knew that’s not what you needed right now. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Love, take a breath. I’ve got you, okay?” 

You nodded, your breathing shaky from the stress of the day. 

“I’m sorry that happened today. Listen to me, Y/N. You’re so smart. You’re smarter than I am, hell, you’re smarter than anyone at that school! They’ve got nothing on you!”

You looked at him and smiled at his words but shook your head. “You don’t need to do that, Jess”

“Yes, I do. We promised we’d be honest in our relationship, right? Well, that’s all I’m doing. Seriously, Y/N, who else at that school could debate the themes in literature with me like you? Who could discuss the importance of accurate representation in books with me? Who could talk to me about just how influential YA books are and why they should be taken seriously-?”

“They are and they should!” You cut in.

Jess laughs, nodding in agreement. “Exactly!! You’re amazing, Y/N. And I swear those fuckheads are gonna get what’s coming to them”

“Jess-” You warn.

“Okay, okay!” He laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “They just- they messed with you and made you upset and I fucking hate that”

“I hated it too. I hate doubting myself because of my dyslexia. I feel so shit about myself when I get in that headspace and I start spiraling and it gets out of control so fast.” 

“I know. It’s not your fault when those spirals happen. And I know you know this, but I’m just gonna remind you: you’re not any less because you’re dyslexic. It doesn’t make you stupid or anything. It’s a part of you and I love you, all of you”

Your heart swelled at his words. Everyone thought Jess wasn’t good expressing his emotions but you knew the truth. He was quite eloquent when he wanted to be, he just sometimes had trouble with vulnerability. You didn’t blame him for it, with his past it made perfect sense. But when you needed that reassurement, that compassion, you could always count on him for it. 

He moved to place a kiss on your forehead before slinging his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s go home, okay?”

“Okay” You smiled up at him and kissed him once more before tucking your head into his shoulder. He pulled you closer and you grabbed his free hand with yours as you continued to walk through the Stars Hollow streets together.

[rexscanonwife]

Howdy Brie!!! I'd love if you introduced me to your s/i and also to Boba!! Idk anything about either really so feel free to use this as an opportunity to ramble/info dump✨❤️!!!!

Clover @tex-treasures

Hellooo Clover! Thank you so much for the ask, I hope you're doing well today!! ♡ It would be my pleasure, hehe!

Well, this is one of the rare instances where the s/i I'm using has a different name from me, that being Vega Torren, and a slightly different personality from mine/the one I use for The Clone Wars! She was born and raised on Tatooine, the desert planet that both Anakin and Luke Skywalker are from. She lived with her father who was secretly an ex-Jedi who was dispelled from the Order long before it was destroyed, before he's killed by some ruffians and she's sold into slavery at about age 13. Around 16 years of age she escapes and seeks shelter in a cantina where her captors catch up with her to try and take her back, and she kills one of them in the altercation with a weapon of her own design while the other is shot dead by a bounty hunter employed by Jabba the Hutt who just happened to be there at the time. A Twi'lek named Oberon, he sees potential in her and decides to convince Jabba to buy her freedom so he can continue to train her in combat and teach her the trade and he becomes sort of a surrogate father figure to her! She's a touch sardonic, clever, and slightly more jaded than I am, trying to keep her emotions close to her chest so they don't distract her from her work, but her compassion tends to shine through even when it doesn't benefit her! Basically she has soft spots, and they're easy to exploit once you know them so she tries to keep them secret.

Boba Fett is a pure genetic copy of Jango Fett, the man that all clones in The Clone Wars are made from yes even Rex I have a type don't @ me. He was meant to be Jango's son, with no tampering with his genetic makeup, no accelerated growth and nothing to make him less aggressive/more obedient like the other clones. While not everyone in the SW universe sees it this way, he truly feels that Jango was his father and it's clear that they loved each other very much, which sucks because he watches his father get killed by the Jedi at age 10 (specifically Mace Windu, fuck that guy!) and from there starts his tumultuous life of bounty hunting. If I'm being perfectly honest I didn't...really care about him all that much for a while. x'3 In the movies Empire Strikes Back and Return of The Jedi he's...around. He doesn't necessarily say or do much other than stand around and look cool, and take Han to Jabba, and he actually does show up in the Clone Wars tv show a couple of times! He didn't leave the biggest impression on me really until his appearance in The Mandalorian and his show The Book of Boba Fett that I actually started really liking him! Really really liking him apparently...>//>

It's more complicated stuff that I could probably go on for hours about, but the short version would be it's about him being left for dead in the desert, being taken in by Tusken raiders, and eventually how he takes over the seedy underbelly of Tatooine and becomes the new crime lord, or Daimyo (hence my ship tag hehe). Vega and Boba had a few flings here and there pre-Empire Strikes Back and were secretly very important to each other, but kinda kept each other at arm's length back then because of their lifestyles. In the 'Book of' era, they'd finally start breaking down their walls a bit, especially since Boba is in search of something a little more solid than the life of a bounty hunter, so he'd try to finally start properly courting her!

[haknew]

pspsps i’m manifesting you sharing the pcs!! as a stan who doesn’t have the resources to buy/trade pcs and only eve got to buy the bloom bloom album (got lucky and pulled bias line so hehe), it makes me so happy to see what everyone’s pulled in newer/older albums and i love seeing all the pcs my friends share pics of so if you would love to dump random info on them or share photos of them i’d be pretty invested in looking through it all!!

ahhh anon pls read under the cut too ! ;-;/ i was going to go through all my pcs but i realized that would take too long LOL so i picked some of my favs / ones i wanted to talk about and included it here ^~^ : 

these are just a few of my favorites ;-;/ actually a few of these were gifts from frens ! so they’re even more special bc of that :,)) more under the cut for those interested heh ^u^ 

first off thank you for asking anon T^T !!! <3 i haven’t actually talked about my collection all that much recently bc i’ve been too busy for collecting... but thank you for enabling me T-T ! means a lot ! and also ;;;; that’s okay ! i think collecting isn’t super sustainable as hobbies go lmao jdfskjf but it is definitely a fun way to interact with other deobis if you can ! and it’s okie if you don’t have the capacity to now ;-; i hope you can in the future if you’d like to ! or whatever you’d like ! collecting is a hobby at most so ! i really believe in doing whatever you’d like to whether that’s buying a bunch of albums or none or anything in between it’s all up to the person ! everyone is super valid ! (so long as we’re not hurting anyone of course :o !) and omg your luck !! so happy you got to pull your bias line ! it was meant to be hehe ^^ bloom bloom is such a pretty album too ;;; all the pcs are so pretty 

i actually have ;;; a lot of pcs LMAO so if you’re ever interested in a certain era pls feel free to let me know :o ! but i keep all my album pcs in this cute lil a5 binder ! i made the cover using my extra chase photobook ^~^ (i ended up with 6 copies ...) and i included a pic of my blbl page ! bc it’s my favorite ^^ i don’t actually have the blbl albums but i have blbl pcs bc they’re so pretty together methinks :,)) 

i don’t collect everything like i said >.< so i tend to pick and choose :o i’m still missing one specific chanhee pc i want before i say i’m completely done with collecting T-T but some people collect all the pcs from an album ! which i respect them for actually hhhh i just don’t have the capacity ;;;; and i got pretty lucky ! bc when i first got “serious” about collecting for tbz, i realized i usually pulled kevin pcs or it was super easy to trade for my biases ;;;; so a lot of my collection are from trades ! 

felt bad about not taking nice aesthetic pics for you bc i’m pressed for time ;;;; so here are some nice pics i’ve taken before ! from left to right it’s kev’s re:al con trading card (that i paid too much for considering but i clown for kevin like you wouldn’t believe), hak’s moon vers. pc from reveal ! which was my first ever tbz pc and a gift from chloe <3, and chanhee’s dreamlike pc ! i actually clowned for this one too i set up a threeway trade bc op wanted changmin’s and i had sunwoo’s so i found someone who wanted sunwoo and had changmin jdkfvd LOL 

and then i’d say i’m most proud of my chase collection ! it’s not my ... fav ? like era but i clowned and completed all the inserts for all the bbs AHHHHH and so i’m very proud of that ! (excluding the album covers bc they’re hard to ship T-T tho ! i did pull hak’s trick album cover which is the luckiest album i’ve had thus far)

if you made it this far, thank you for reading all of that LOL i did not mean to write you an essay ;;;; i just got so excited ;;;; it’s been so long since i’ve gotten to talk about my collection methinks hhhh >.< oh also before anyone asks .... i am not rich JKDGHDDSF i think i got really lucky ! i had some funds leftover during the pandemic (which is when i’d say i started collecting ?) from my job ;;;; and i still actually have funds if i wanted to i could collect everything ;;;; but i tried my very bestest to trade for stuff i wanted and not go above ... like 5usd per pc ? (which more or less i managed to do with help from ktwt) but yea ;;;; it’s a bit crazy and insane to look at but i’m actually quite proud considering it was all mostly waiting for good listings and trading ahhhh so ! yep yep 

[drsenkustone]

Helloo, it is I, the anonymous person, who you may call/recognise by the nickname Onion! I wondered if you could write something for a wandering merchant s/o with Senku? They had woken up a while before him and been wandering around, collecting stuff etc. Of course, if you don't want to write this it's perfectly fine! I love your work, it's amazing, 6/5

You carefully climbed back down the steep mountain side, until you felt safe enough to jump to the ground from a height that wouldn’t hurt your limbs. In your side pouch you had collected a bunch of shiny black and grey rocks, some tiny crystals were noticeable in there too. You emptied your findings into your make-shift carriage. To be honest, it was really small, could only hold so much. But in the time you have been awake, you made yourself a tiny home off a large tree, gathered your food and found others here and there. It was super awkward because some acted pretty normal, while others dressed quite differently. You noticed first how odd their shoes were, compared to yours at least.

You started to get a reputation between the few people you stumbled upon to having some sort of supplies they might be interested in, in return them trading you with another useful object. A guy named Tsukasa sent his men out to your shack as a regular customer. He offered you safety in his group, wonderfully cooked food and a progressive new world, but you preferred to be a free bird while you could. Maybe one day though, and he wasn’t forgetting that anytime soon.

As you dragged your cart down a dirt pathway, you heard a call from behind, noticing a blonde boy with a spear and a spiky haired boy walking up to you. You recognized the blonde as Ginro, he found you and came to you on and off for some specialty fish. The taller man was new, but no customer un-welcomed. You stopped your cart and brushed off the dirt from your clothes to be presentable, greeting them with a large, friendly smile and wave.

“Hey Ginro, been a while!”’ you chirped.

“See Senku, this is the girl I was talking about! (Y/n) is really good with finding stuff, she might have more of those magnet things!” You let the fact that he didn’t greet you slide, he was still a kid but it wasn’t your place to teach him basic mannerism. Besides, he was selling your business for you.

“You’re looking for magnets?”

Senku looked up from your cart and met your eyes. “You know what magnets are?” he asked, a little shock in his voice. In a moment, you both made the connection that you guys were from the same time period, like how you connected that with Tsukasa. You proudly nodded, your smile soft.

“Yeah, before the world became to stone. I was majoring in geology but never would’ve figured this is how I’d use my knowledge,” you laughed, opening your cart and pulling out some of the small black sparkly rocks. Senku’s face lit up and he stepped closer to observe them.

“Hehe, they’re the real deal. You do know your stuff (Y/n),” he grinned and your cheeks got a hint of pink. He’s known you for all of five minutes and felt comfortable to call you by your first name, not to mention the small compliment. “From what Ginro’s said, you do trades, since money isn’t much of an object here yet.” You nodded to confirm, glancing at Ginro to see he looked incredibly confused at your conversation with Senku. He was one of those guys in the weird shoes, but a good guy. “How much of what can I trade you for all you have?”

You put a hand to your chin in thought. What you could really use right now was a better weapon, all your rock knifes were pretty dull and your hands had scars from bleeding in the process of making them. Ginro’s staff looked pretty sturdy and it’d be easier to fish with, but you weren’t about to take his personal weapon. “Whomever can make a copy of Ginro’s staff, a sturdy one, that’ll be enough. I’ll give you two magnets as a deposit and the rest will come when the staff is handed over.”

“Sounds fair to me, give us a day. I’ll bring it to you tomorrow,” Senku agreed, taking the magnets from you, a smile gracing his lips. The boys left on their way and you smiled shly to yourself. Senku…he sure was a handsome guy. But now’s not the time to get love on the brain (y/n). Time to head home.

---TIME SKIP---

You didn’t really keep track of how many days or weeks or months have gone by, it was kind of nice just living life like that, you lived more in-the-moment. But the best moments have been when Senku comes by for a trade. He regularly stopped at your shack, seeing what you’ve collected, talking with you for a while, and sometimes sharing a meal you cooked too. You both reminisced on when the world was pre-stone age, remembering all the technological advances versus how simplistic it was now. Senku even shared how the Kingdom of Science was about to create cell phones, which left you speechless. It was getting late, and another day of Senku’s company was coming to an end. It left you feeling bittersweet.

“Are you coming with me yet?” he grinned, which looked a little bit evil to be honest.

“What do you mean?...” You hesitantly asked.

“To the Kingdom of Science. I can’t imagine a modern day girl like you would want to continue living like this forever, even if you are a geologist.” You stared into the fire, a bit of somberness in your eyes, that didn’t go unnoticed by Senku.

“You’re not wrong…but..ugh I don’t know,” You sighed. You knew you had feelings for Senku. It would make your world so much brighter to help him and wake up to see him every day instead of once a week. But he was at war with Tsukasa’s army and had some insane ideas he was putting on an old village. Was it really possible?

“I thought you might be a little apprehensive, so I brought insurance,” he chuckled and pulled out what looked like a flashlight from his side pouch. With one flick, he turned it on and directed it towards the darkening woods, proving how powerful it was. You were surprised he already created a flashlight in such a short period of time. “This only took us a day to complete, thankfully you had all the materials we needed. We’ve created a generator already, amped up our cooking skills like ramen and cotton candy and have a professional craftsman who’s mastered the art of glass making. We can have the world back to normal sooner with your help (y/n).”

Your surprised face slowly turned to a smile, followed by laughter which had the scientist questioning you. You waved a hand down, meaning it was okay. “I’m not laughing at that Senku-kun, it’s just surprising after all of this we can have our normal lives one day soon. Plus, I also get a hint of selfishness that somebody misses his laboratory too.~” You teased, poking the tip of his nose. His cheeks tinted pink and he looked away, rubbing lightly where you poked him. He was cute.

“Of course I do,” he softly hummed. “But right now my top priority is saving humanity. And your help would be very useful (y/n).”

“Don’t worry, I’ll follow you Senku-kun!” You smiled, he returned the grin with his own, rubbing your head and fluffing up your hair while you protested.

BONUS HEADCANONS:

While you were still a wandering merchant, Senku would make it a goal to visit you once a week. He was intrigued by you overall, but still felt without company, loneness would consume you.

He liked to see you alone, but he never stopped his other friends from coming. It helped encourage you to follow his Kingdom of Science as well.

After joining the team, you were the supplier for many items. Though you didn’t need any trades now, Senku still gave you high fives or other trinkets you may like. (Seashells, shiny new weapons, take your pick.) Once your relationship with him got more intimate and he was comfortable, he’d give you little kisses on the cheeks or back of your neck in private.

Senku eventually calculated the day you woke up. It added to the investigation how you woke up earlier then and if the revival fluid had played a role.

Senku would ask for your help in the lab most often. Between you and Gen of the modern world, he liked to get second opinions for how things looked or worked, but it was an excuse for him to have more time with you. (And Gen knew it and encouraged it. He was so proud of the leak-haired scientist to be unconsciously falling for you!)

[milkybunbuns]

smile → kita.s

I’ll make you smile - 3

w/c: 1.2 K

warnings: swearing, raging at atsumu and tricking him owo

SMILE MASTERLIST

-

you sat in the back corner of the classroom, staring out the window, with the sun illuminating your face, patiently waiting for your desk partner to turn up. it had turned out that this year osamu was put in a different class, so you got atsumu as a worse replacement. from what you knew, the only thing that identified them as twins was their looks and their love for volleyball, otherwise, you wouldn't really be able to tell that atsumu was osamu's twin. osamu was the sweetest foodie who was mostly kind to you, but sometimes he did do a bit of teasing. atsumu, on the other hand, was crazy, loud, attention-seeking, rude and mean. how were they even related?

"morning y/n-chan", osamu entered the room and plopped down beside you.

"huh? osamu what are you doing here? aren't you in class 2-3?"

"about that, they made me change classes since they accidentally mixed up mine and 'tsumu's marks."

"oh that's great! now i don't have to sit next to that annoying piece of shit, the gods have taken pity on me."

"don't you feel a bit bad for 'tsumu though? he's so handsome, smart and beautiful and is obviously the best twin."

"uhm, are you okay osamu?"

"yeah, i'm perfectly fine, what makes you think that?"

"you're acting really odd, complimenting atsumu? you sure you're not sick?"

"of course i'm not, but i want to say that I've loved you for a really long time, ever since we met last year."

"uh-"

"'TSUMU, GIMME BACK MY ONIGIRI!!"

"huh? What's happening, why are there two osamu's?", the three of you stared at each other, before the gaze was eventually fixed on the 'osamu' sitting beside you. 'osamu' started to sweat intensely, murmuring things other his breath. you could barely make out a 'please, i'm too young to die.'

3..

2..

1..

"ATSUMU/'TSUMU!!! YER IDIOT!!!", both you and osamu yelled in unison, tackling atsumu onto the floor and repeatedly kicking him.

"AH AH AH, PLEASE, I'M SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!", his pleas were ignored as his carbon copy and yourself continued the assault, making sure to get him all over.

"NO, NO, NO, STOP IT. I'M SORRY. PLEASE."

"PLEASEEEE!!!!"

"I'LL BUY YOU FOOD!"

"WHAT? IS THAT NOT ENOUGH TO SATISFY YOU TWO!?"

"NO!!"

"OKAY OKAY FINE! I'LL TREAT YOU BOTH TO AN ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET AFTER SCHOOL!", with those words, the assault stopped, as atsumu panted, taking a few moments to catch his breath. rip his wallet.

"yer better not pull a stunt like this again", you frowned at his pathetic state, arms crossed over your chest.

"yeah, or we won't be afraid to do this again", osamu stated, ripping atsumu's grey wig off his head and rummaging through his bag for the stolen onigiri.

"ughh, i can't believe i got fooled by this bastard."

"at least we get free food, isn't that right 'tsumu?"

"yes yes! of course, whatever you want!"

"great..."

----

volleyball practice had ended and it was time for the promised buffet. osamu, being a great genius, had decided to go ahead and invite almost everyone from the volleyball team to the buffet, saying that it was a 'toast to yui before she left hyogo'. of course, 'tsumu would be paying for everyone and there would be no way that he could say 'no' since it would be absolutely disrespectful to turn down guests. even though atsumu was a huge jerk, there was a limit to that jerkiness.

that's how it all led to what was currently happening. atsumu had no clue that he had invited every second and third year from the volleyball team.

"samu'! why did you invite all of them? i'm going to go broke!", atsumu whispered hurriedly in his twin's ear."

"of course, that's the point of this."

"what! how can one be so mean!?"

"shush, keep it down. you don't want the guests to hear."

"i thought this was just going to be me, y/n-chan and you."

"well, since you're so reluctant on them coming, why don't you kick everyone else all out?"

"i can't! that's just rude and they've already arrived."

"well deal with it then."

"come on 'samuuu, please pay for yourself at least?"

"hm? I'll think about it depending on your behaviour."

"what the heck? are you my mom or something, i'm not a baby."

"well, you sure do act like one."

"hey! rude."

despite that little shenanigans, the dinner went relatively smoothly, with atsumu on his 'best behaviour', which was also terrible.

----

"y/n-san, you need to eat more", kita looked over at you, who was currently on their phone on social media with a basically empty plate in front of her. on the plate there were a few pieces of chicken and one slice of lettuce.

"don't worry about me kita-senpai, I'll eat later."

"it's my job as team captain to make sure everyone is healthy, including our new manager."

"ah thank you, but honestly you don't need to worry about me, just enjoy your time. 'samu and 'tsumu will get food for me."

"i can't, i need to make sure you get a good meal", kita used a spare pair of chopsticks and put some of the food from his plate to yours. he gave you a few pieces of assorted sushi, a bit of rice and a few vegetables, "it's important to have a balanced diet. that", he pointed at what you had chosen, "is not balanced at all."

"thanks, kita-senpai for the food", you smiled at him, "you seem to know a lot about being healthy."

"my grandma teaches me about it."

"i have a question for you."

"proceed?"

"do you ever smile?"

"i have, but that was a long time ago."

"well, then it's my job to make you smile. being happy is an important part of being healthy!"

"y/n-san, what makes you think i'm unhappy with my life?"

"i've never seen you smile, you always have that stoic look on your face. it looks...distant..."

"i love all my teammates, i would never trade them for the world."

"if you're happy kita-senpai, you need to express it more. smiles make this ugly world brighter y'know?"

"alright, if that's what you would like to do, then I won't stop you y/n-san."

"thank you kita-senpai, I'll take it upon myself to make you smile before you graduate."

"i look forward towards it."

"let's enjoy this dinner for now shall we?"

"certainly."

"toast to yui!", you smiled, raising a cup of softdrink/tea/coffee/juice/water (whatever drink you want, just no alcohol cause the reader would be underage in this story hehe)

"toast to yui!", the others repeated, raising their cups to smash, sorry, tap against others.

a few sniffles were heard, "I'M GONNA MISS YER GUYS, EVEN THE MIYA TWINS STUPID ANTICS", yui burst out in tears, hugging everyone tightly. suddenly, you felt guilty, finally realising that yui was going to be leaving soon and that you would never see her again. the happiness you had put up around her broke, tears freely flowing down your cheeks as you gripped her even tighter. yui still wouldn't be leaving for a good, 3 days? so fast, huh? a week really passes quickly, doesn't it. you could feel the guilt eating at you, for all those times you had rejected yui's offers to take you around. maybe, if you accepted  them, you would be able to spend more time with her. but now, in three days she would be leaving. you were determined to make those 3 days, the best days of her life.

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[childotkw]

I’m copy pasting this from “i belong to you/ you belong to me”

Ive been binge reading the fic hehe

What I’d really like to see is the Slytherin squad reacting to Harry’s wards in his room and also Harry maybe playing quidditch (if that is something 4th years did then), also did the concept of familiars come later? Why doesn’t Harry have one?

Furthermore I think Harry could salvage his odd behaviour with the ghosts by bringing up the girl, telling the headmaster about her and if he’s convincing enough trading his secret with Orion for more information. If they think he’s had a ghost follow him I’d be much more plausible than being a whole nother person

If he went “yeah this ghost I talked about followed me to the hospital wing and tried to kill me and the professor probably saw her bloody face and freaked out and she’s a shade” would throw off some suspicion. Especially if the Baron visited him later and confirmed that she was a shade.

In addition, his sudden knowledge could easily be explained away with reading much more. He’s been sneaking off to the library so many times all he’d have to do is let one of the snake squad tail him and pick out some books related to his classes.

Also also, the sudden ability in raising shields could also be explained away with supposed paranoia from the r*pe and attempted s*cide, I mean who wouldn’t buy that an attacked student might want to learn protective charms?

Ah but Harry’s got such a temper on him I don’t think he’d go for any of these solutions if his idea is to get away and return to his old life! I love how he’s throwing these rich snobs off their game tho lmao Malfoy’s reaction was hilarious!

Love the world building btw! If Harry suddenly got a reputation for speaking to centaurs (and maybe even merpeople hehe) I’d be pretty funny if the snake squad finds him chilling with them

He really should play the whole “ive been reading about this” card way more tho lol

Love Orion as a character also, and I’ve been wondering if Hagrid might show up eventually? Harry deserves at least one friend that won’t try to backstab him T-T

Firstly, I’m glad you enjoyed the story. A lot of the things you bring up probably won’t make it into ybtm, purely because in the next two chapters things are pretty much going to explode in terms of events, and the plot line will start veering greatly. So because things like quidditch and Nathan’s familiar aren’t important to the plot I haven’t bothered including them.

As for explaining his increase in knowledge away, Harry’s only really been at Hogwarts for a week, and he only woke about a week before he got to Hogwarts. That’s not enough time to justify the incredible leap in his abilities. Sure, a few things could be explained by reading, but knowing the theory and being able to implement spells are completely different things. If it had been a month, maybe, but not a week. 

With the ghost situation, admitting to anything would bring a truly unwelcome amount of attention onto him. Even if he got the Baron explaining the difference between ghosts and shades, it would still beg the question why she attacked Nathan. There is, technically, nothing special about Nathan - so why would this shade, who no one had ever seen before or knew existed, suddenly decide to follow him and hurt him? How was he able to see her when no one can? How could she touch him when she couldn’t touch anyone else? In Harry’s eyes, it’s not worth providing any context. He’s too much of a paranoid bastard to try 😂

But beyond that, I’m happy you’ve liked what I’ve done so far with the world building and whatnot. Hagrid may or may not be included at a later date 💕

[talesofgrandia-blog]

Foul Gunplay

A small little incident among the Bomirian Facilities. But it also seemed that an infiltration mission had gone awry due to a bounty hunter. May bullets fly. Oddly enough this being an early one, this is a rather long one.

This tale begins in the southern Tarnkan city of Province. It's a small bustling city as it is directly next to a portal to the Core. Making Province a strong merchant town. But just like quite a few merchant towns from the old world, it is also a centerplace for underhanded dealings and secret meetings. Even some members of the Tarnkan government council enlist secret operations. Unless things get botched, most people across all worlds do not know anything about these operations unless it gets brought up to the high council on the core. And right now, the high council has its eyes distracted as they are currently keeping an eye on Bomire.

The town of Province is bustling as usual on a fifth moon day. That would be equivalent to a Thursday on Earth.

And whilst in the town, you could hear much conversations of harder and heated arguments as to fairness of trade or transaction. Merchants tend to learn to hold their ground on making offers, doing this most of the time reels in the desired transaction. Here, the game that is played is 'how badly do you want it'. But progressively some of that rustle and bustle is silenced to some loud stomping and the sound of a bit of clunking metal.

Down these streets walked something odd. Not many have seen it before. But it looked like a suit of armor, almost too small to not fit anyone in it. The classic military coloring of it made some cower in fear, and some salute in respect. He seems to be just marching, but knows exactly where he is going as he heads directly to the large busy tavern towards the center of town. Where anyone can get a drink, or pick a fight, there was always something to do in Province.

Entering the tavern isn't homely. There were a few drunks littering the front, either passed out or beaten to a pulp. A lovely welcome, as the clunks begin to enter the door. The entire floor starts to go quiet. Well accept for a few ex-soldiers who had been there.

“Well. Lookey here fellas, that bucket of bolts they told us about showed up here. Of all places.” A man would break the silence. His body battle worn, missing an eye and a leg, which has been replaced with a prosthetic. He had gotten his four other friends' attention looking to the metal man. All with similar wounds and scars. And they had seemed offended by this man's prescense in the tavern. And a few of them stand from the table they were at. Looks like they were here to play cards, but something else has come up.

“How does it feel Williams? To be the only one in the squad to get the special treatment. When we were all banged up bad from that suicide mission.”

“Yea. And you get all that gear. And what do we get?! Full fucking discharge with no pay. Not even recognition for that op!”

“The branch screwed us and only you get the better of it. What the fuck Williams?!”

The metal man. Obviously recognized as Neil Williams, would stop in his stride. Staring back at them with his still human eyes. There is a light where his mouth used to be, and it glows as he speaks, his new voice comes from a thought to audio communicator. So he does say the very words he's thinking. And the tone from it sounds breathy, but the words can be easily determined.

“I can understand your anger. But I did not choose this. Hell. Damien, you of all people should know that I am supposed to be dead. We were all valuable units after that op. I know that. Why do you think that I took the explosive inside, as it detonated early?! I should be dead. There is no way you can change the choice the branch had made to give me this....body.”

The men just look at him angered, but begin to cool off. One of them sighing.

“Aye. You got a point. If you hadn't went in there on behalf of us. We wouldn't be standing here now would we? But why Neil? Why keep this?”

Neil was getting ready to start heading to the back. He walks to a door, stopping at the doorway and looking back. 

“Because, with this second chance. I can continue the fight. “

The other men just nod at this true soldier, before going back to their card game.

“He's on a never ending mission. Since he doesn't know his objective anymore.”

Old war buddies aside, Neil had other things to tend to. He was called to that tavern from his commanding officer. It is odd for him to have to come out here. But he has his suspicions as he heads to the back room. Seeing his officer in casuals who immediately greets him on entry.

“Glad you could make it Neil. This is of utmost importance.”

“Uhhh. Sir. If it's so important. Why drag me all the way out here?”

The officer sits down in a chair at the lone table in the room. Getting Neil to shut the door. “You have a weapon on you?”

“Always.”

“Good, I have a horrible feeling, but I have to tell you this here and now. It's a new task, given by the high council. You know everyone has been on edge about Bomire right?” The officer lights up a cigar. Neil told him how cliché that is, but the officer doesn't care since he smokes cigars anyway.

“I can understand everyone is on edge about it. Those eggheads have started getting shifty.” Neil stays standing, his arms cross in front of him. “I hear that the councilwoman of Launa wants nothing more than to put a stop to Bomire's biological research.”

The officer chuckles. “When I look into that woman's eyes, I can already tell there's a large reason she would want that. But I'll leave that as a side note for now. Now for the job at hand.” The officer stands up again and lays down a schematic of an array of bomirian research facilities. About three of them. “We've gotten intel that Bomire is working on some sort of artificial teleportal. Not quite like the ones already placed by Aldraea herself.”

“What makes this one so different.”

“The advantage Williams, this teleportal from what we understand, is remote and can open at any desired location. Meaning Bomire can have a way to steal things from other worlds for their 'research'.”

Neil looks at the schematic, looks like three buildings in a circular pattern. The officer explains, “These are the main research and data buildings, they are located near the center of the facility we will drop you off at. The computer with best access to the files is located here towards the south end.”

“And what do you want me to do. Destroy what they have built already? Don't you think the council will shut this down?”

The officer looks at him, taking another puff of the cigar. “Actually no. If we were planning a demolition, we would've sent a team. But this one we are sending you alone. And we think that even if the council intervenes, they will go through with their project in secret. And we are taking it upon ourselves to get preemptive. We need you to get a copy of their current data, schematics and everything. That way if what I fear does actually happen. We have an easier way to make countermeasures to it.”

Neil takes the facility schematic paper. “Alright. I'm sure I can get in and out with that data. I'll go ahead and head over now. Be ready to get Cree on the other end.”

The officer chuckles, “Admit it Williams, you have the hots for that chick.”

“Only on a business basis. Nothing further.”

“Whatever you say metal head, you have emotions under there and you know it.”

It's not long before Neil leaves the tavern. And exiting the town via a hoverbike. But what he and his CO does not know. Is that there were ears inside that room. And it transmitted long distance to someone. A wild card that no one had even considered.

“....we are being preemptive on this one. We need that data.”

A click of a button turns on the recording. 

“So. The cheeky ones need some data from the eggheads. If I beat this metal head to it. I might be able to get a nice chunk for it. Hehe.”

A slim hoverbike drives off to the southern portal to the core. From there it's faster to get to Bomire.

Neil waits for a night phase on Bomire. Hiding his motorbike in some of the shrubbery, the camouflage on it would make it blend in so well. As he waits he messes with his equipment, prepping his rifle and pistol. And making the final detail, hooking up and making sure his severely long range connection to headquarters. Making sure that Cree is on the other line.

Diane Cree is her name. A knowledgeable girl from Launa, who decided to serve Tarnk, and had risen through the ranks pretty fast. And she is the only person that Neil trusts on the other end of the line.

Cree on her end has a series of monitors to help keep an eye on Neil's position, situation, and condition. Neil can't exactly feel what injuries he sustains much anymore.

“Cree, you there?”

“I hear you loud and clear metalhead. I have all your readings up and going already.”

“Metalhead? I think the CO is wearing off on you. Or is that for earlier?”

A few clicks on a keyboard in front of her, and Cree brings up readings of surroundings and nearby scans up to a hundred yards around Neil.

“Oh what. The canceling our date? I can get over it. One of these days I'm going to get you to relax. All these ops are probably not good for that brain of yours.”

“Alright you considerate flower girl. I'll keep it in mind. I'm about to head in. Anything ahead?”

Cree scans through the radar. “Good timing tex. You are clear. But be careful. I am getting at least one reading in the room where your objective is. There are some surrounding patrols but they seem to be leaving. Those vents are big enough to fit your metal butt into them.”

Neil holsters his pistol starting to head into the building. Using a new clinging technology he is able to climb up the smooth sides of the building, making his way to an outward vent shaft opening.

The grate on the vent crumbles like butter in Neil's metal grasp, tossing it behind him and it falls with a splash into the swampy muck below. The vent was industrial sized, making it large enough for Neil to fit inside. It takes him a moment to even out his weight so he doesn't make a bunch of noise. A couple of times he had to stop moving to let Bomirian security by without making any noise as well.

The small maze of ventilation did lead Neil to his objective. And Cree sounds up on his silent communicator. “This is odd. That one reading is still in there. Be careful Neil.”

“Don't worry. I got this.” Neil removes the ceiling grate slowly. Bringing it upward instead of dropping it down as he slowly lowers himself down. Without a rope to help him with that, he drops down making a noisy bang on his landing. And immediately pointing his pistol towards this other figure who stands behind screens that are showing a progress bar titled “File copy progress.”

This other figure wore an outfit different from the scientists and security. It was mainly red. A blondish white ponytail hung below a dark sharpshooter's cap. His outfit from seeing it from behind, was a long red jacket, in which its tailcoat bore a golden emblem of a raven. 

Neil sounds out to the target.

“Stop right there.”

The figure ignores him for a second. The progress bar on the screen slowly going up as the figure turned his head to somewhat look towards Neil. “Why stop now? I'm almost done.”

Neil gets this suspicion, he remembers that raven emblem and knows exactly where that came from. “Why would someone from Wayland House want this data?”

The other man chuckles. Quite loudly while turning around fully to look at Neil. His attire was somewhat proper, wearing what looked like a vest and tie. He wore two leather belts, each one with a gun holstered onto it. He had yet another gun holstered in a shoulder holster, and even from the distance that Neil was at, he could see that the gun on the man's shoulder was much larger than the ones holstered on his belts. The man's sleeves were short and he had fingerless gloves on his hands. “What can I say. I can't get rid of family. And they don't want this data. They don't even know about it.” The man would smirk at the robotic man, who just urges on the questions, still pointing his pistol with an itching trigger finger.

Soon the man takes off his hat and bows to the robot. Speaking in an accent that sounded a mix from New Jersey and British, but it was natural. “But let me not forget to introduce myself. My name is Torma Wayland. Sixth brother in the seventh generation of Wayland House.” He puts the hat back on. “Well. That would be my title if I did not get disowned when I went to do my own thing.”

Through Neil's communicator, Cree has already gotten some info on Torma. And is telling it to Neil. “Torma Wayland. Wanted on four of six worlds. Went rouge from his family at the age of twenty-five. Is now a mercenary for hire. Neil, this guy is bad news. He's only in our system because we've dealt with him before. In other words, he's killed at least five others that are just as skilled as you are. Proceed with extreme caution. Being from Wayland House, he has countermeasures to your exo.”

Neil returns with a retaliation. “Well it seems I'll get two for the price of one. I'll get this data and bring in one of Grandia's most wanted.”

Torma turns back to the computer for a second. “Most wanted. Sir I am utterly flattered that I have the chance to be public enemy number one” The progress bar completes and he ejects a data chip. Turning back to Neil and showing it to him. “But right now. You're too late. I have the data for a more, business purpose.” Torma unholsters his large pistol, pointing it at the computer and firing a couple of rounds, destroying the computer. “Woops, and now it looks like I'm now the only one with a copy of the data.”

Outside the room, in the main security office, guards are immediately alerted by the gun's sound and the abrupt shutdown of a technology department computer. A few orders are shouted and a small squad of armed guards starts running toward the room where Torma and Neil are at. These blips on the radar cause Cree to warn Neil.

“Neil. That alerted security. Multiple armed hostiles are heading to your location now. You need to get out soon.”

Neil's eyes show the shock of Torma destroying the computer. “Then hand it over and we can all go away happy.”

Torma then points his large pistol at Neil, standing at a sideways sharpshooter stance. “Sorry, unless I get what I want from this. Which is a lot of money. I won't be happy. This data for a remote teleportal design will sell nicely.”

“I said I am NOT leaving without that data. And I will pry it from your hands if I have to.” Neil gets to resting his finger on the trigger.

“Is that a challenge soldier boy? I will make my leave. But it looks like I won't be until I show you why you Tarnkan types shouldn't mess with me. But first. We should get a little privacy.” And just after those words, the revolving chamber on Torma's gun lights up in strange symbols as a ring of those same symbols appear around his gun. And Neil has figured out the countermeasures Cree was talking about.

“Sorcery?! With a gun?! How is that possible? Wait....” His HUD scans Torma's gun. Scans showing normal parts and major parts made of a different metal. A metal that the Wayland family uses to forge all magi focuses for their family. “Runic Carbonite?! That's how you're able to do that!”

Neil had done those scans as Torma points his gun at one of the doors to the room. These were the automatic sliding doors. Equipped with bulletproof glass on them. Torma aims and lets out a word. “Cetro!” He fires his gun, and what fires looks like little bolts of electricity that fly at high speed. Hitting the control panels of the doors with such high impact they break and are short circuited. Torma does this to the other door as well. This causes the locking mechanisms on the doors to close and stay that way with now no way to open them from the outside. Torma chuckles again walking toward the doors as the guards just get there. The guards angered on the other side, and Torma just waves. Looking back to Neil. “There we are. Nice and quiet.”

“Good. Now I can get loud.” Neil already begins to fire his pistol at Torma, who uses quick reaction to run to the side behind a nearby pillar. This room was huge, it needed three pillars to support it. The rest of the room was filled with worktables and desks. Tactical combat is what gets Neil to duck behind the pillar next to him. Engaging his tactical HUD with the recording for Cree on a seperate screen. Who still calls out to him. 

“Neil. Please. The data might be gone. He has the means to destroy you. Evac and extract already.”

“Sorry Cree. This guy is going to be a problem if I don't take care of him Now.”

On the other side of the room. Torma sees a bullet hole in the tailcoat of his jacket. Just missing the raven emblem. He then pulls out his holstered guns from his belts. One was a revolver with powerful bullets. And the other a lower calibur and quick loading pistol.

“You know that's rude to shoot a man in the back.” He stands up. A small clicking of his guns priming could be heard. “They say shooting a man in his back removes all pride and courage he had before he hits the ground. I'm not going to let that happen to me, metal man.”

Neil speaks before peeking out from his cover. “Sorry if I'm not the polite type. I have my orders.” A chunk of the edge of the pillar disappears making Neil draw back in cover quickly, as Torma fired a near perfectly accurate shot and hit the pillar. Torma then says, “Then it looks nigh to fix our differences here. The only good soldier....is a dead one.”

Neil swerves out of cover, pulling out his automatic rifle. And fires some rounds swerving Torma's pillar. The two diving to cover across from each other behind a couple of worktables. Torma pulls out his large revolver again. And manually spins the revolving chamber. 

“I don't see this going anywhere fast. So I'm going to make it such.”

“Then be an honest man Wayland!”

Neil raises from his cover at about the same time as Torma. The revolving chamber of Torma's revolver having a glowing ring around it, and as even calls the word “Firon”

They both fire at the same time. Both guns causing a bang so loud it can be heard throughout the complex. Torma's gun shoots a large burst of fire that flies like a rocket at Neil, aimed square in the chest. Neil's pistol fires a large calibur shell, aimed at Torma's leg.

Torma's shot explodes on contact with Neil. Creating a small explosion that sends him and a couple of desks flying backward. Cree's screens blaring with alarms of significant damage to Neil's systems. “Left side gyro failing. Agile system hydraulics dropping. Neil, get out of there! You cannot fight this guy right now!”

Neil's shot pierces Torma's leg. Dropping the gun mage to a knee and crippling him. “Damn. You actually hit me. I don't like that.” Neil is against the opposite wall. Unable to move as a couple of limb gyros have failed. The endoskeleton twitching as he tries to move it. Cree going to town on the keyboard. “Damn damn damn damn. Hold on Neil. I won't let some bounty hunter take you down. Initiating emergency repair nanos.” After these commands, the innerworks of Neil's exo releases a small swarm of nanobots to repair the damage that is making him immobile. Allowing him to slowly stand. But Torma aims his two smaller guns at him. “Oi! I hate cheating nanobots. Alright you clunk!” Torma brings up only the small revolver, standing slowly himself. He can't move so well with a hole in his leg. So he takes aim.

Neil gets to standing, his exo still twitching slightly with evidence of his innerworkings malfunctioning. Torma takes aim putting his hand behind the hammer of his small revolver.

“Sorry junkhead. I'm going to have to put you down. You might be an issue for me later. You put up a nice fight thought. I'll give ya that much.”

Neil holds up his weapon once more, shakingly. “A fight that I can keep going through. This soldier isn't going down that easy.”

Cree begins to yell at him. “Neil. Haven't you been fucking listening?! You can't win this fight right now!!” Neil doesn't respond to Cree at all right now. Being too focused on the action ahead. Cree begins to have a slight panic attack. Activating those nanobots was the most she could do right now.

Torma's face twinges as he gets a little angered. Growling in his stance. “Then let me show you how easy it is. Be lucky if you make it out of here alive.”

At this time. The security on the outside is trying to find a way to bypass the damage Torma caused to the doors to get them open. It will take a long time and for scientists they are too stupid to go around to the other corridor.

Torma focuses for a moment. Then with quick motions using his hand on the hammer of his revolver. Unloading the revolver onto Neil, and dealing serious impacting damage to Neil's arms, legs, the center of his chest, and his face where his mouth would be. The damage of this causes his systems to lock up again and prevents Neil from being able to speak now.

Cree can only watch as her screens show more malfunctions and system failures. And the disconnect from his vocals. She starts to try and think. Working on the keyboards in front of her trying to look for a different solution.

Torma stands overlooking Neil. “Now. It seems you won't be any problem to me now. So if you excuse me. I'll be on my way. Don't wait up.” Torma readjusts his apparel. And with a slight limp he heads to the center of the room. And uses a grappling hook to raise himself to the vent that Neil entered from. And the security of Bomire still working on the doors. Unable to find anything that can bridge the connection, they go to call a technician to figure out what he can do.

Back at Tarnk headquarters, Cree is messing around with settings and console commands. Inputting something to make the Nanos spread around and repair Neil's body widespread now. Putting more focus on the limbs of his exo, which has sustained quite a bit of damage that will take a bit of repair at base. “Come on come on. Neil. If you can hear me. I won't be able to get your vocals going from here. The field repair will get you up and moving. And hopefully not a moment too soon..”

It takes a bit, but the nanos do their work. Neil gaining control of the limbs once more. He rolls over so that he can stand up much easier. Having to move slowly, a strong headache coming on as pain ensues. Lighting up Cree's screens again. “Holy crap. Neil. You need to stay calm. Focus on something. This is not good for your brain.”

Neil holds his head, waiting for the pain to stop. He actually thinks of Cree and his old crew, and soon the headache calms down. He looks around. Unable to talk to Cree makes him go to instinctual investigation while he has time. His exo is moving slow and clunky as the nanos do their work, he walks around. Some items did survive the fire fight, but mainly it was one console with about four screens connected to it.

Walking up to this console it showed live feeds from somewhere in the facility. A dome structure with four sealed doors. The structure had plant life inside. It seems that there is nothing out of the ordinary. But as Neil was about to look away, on the screen a large flower back centered in the room seems to open on its own. And Neil gets shocked to see that inside of this flower looks like a body of a woman. This is a susceptible amount of data. He lets his HUD camera record this. And even Cree can see it. She is at a loss for words, but remembers that Neil needs to get out of there. She looks upon the map. “Alright metalhead. Time to toughen up. There are guys at each entrance to that room. And according to the readings I'm getting. They're going to open up the middle one in a moment. You're too damaged to go through that vent again. Looks like its time to fight your way out. Gunho buddy. Just like that cargo raid.”

Neil complies. Having ready his assault rifle. By the time they get the door open Neil is semi repaired as he barges through the door as it opens. Firing upon the security, killing two and wounding one as he starts running towards his escape. Cree leads him using the blueprints as he makes his leave from the building that had been set to high alert, beating the front door as it closes. This mission was a failure. But Neil did get away with some useful info.

A good distance away. At the small Bomirian community of Rustial, a small slightly slummy northern community at the mercy of The Facility. Torma is huddled down in a small bunker. This was one of his safehouses where he goes to heal himself up. “Blasted robots. The damn metalhead managed to target me. Hmmm. Maybe he's not a whole robot. Interesting.” He holds up the chip with the data in front of him. After gawking at his prize again, he returns to finish closing up his leg wound. And is actually curious if he'll run into Neil again later down the road.

[ennergetics]

FILLED REQUEST: cloud prince, or the roman holiday reimagining with ha sungwoon

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pairing: prince! ha sungwoon x reader genre: fluff summary:  You’re a reporter in desperate need of a sensational story. Ha Sungwoon, crown prince, falls into your lap and turns your life around.  warnings: none (set in madrid bc i’m cheesy and really enjoyed my stay there! hehe. hope y’all enjoy!!)

PRINCE SERIES: guanlin | sungwoon

ha sungwoon is his country's new crown prince, and if he’s being perfectly honest, he’s not very happy about it

sure, it’s his home, and the country’s involvement in software development has made it one of the richest in the world

but sungwoon had dreams, wanted to be a performer, before his older sister abdicated the throne to start her own business, which is strictly in conflict with being a royal

now sungwoon is under all these different rules of decorum and he feels stifled—he’s always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and this role requires an inscrutable mask of politeness and manners

when his family feels he’s ready, they send him off to Europe to meet with their tiny island’s trading partners

and in the first country, sungwoon makes an innocent comment about the prime minister’s choice of tie

his deportment teacher makes a huge fuss about it and sungwoon grows very, very tired

so at precisely 4:56 pm, he slips out of the embassy and quickly makes his way to a nearby department store

sungwoon uses all the money he has on him to buy a new set of nondescript clothes, glasses, a cap, and a box of hair dye

but he discovers right after that there’s no way he’ll be able to dye his hair on his own for the first time in a public bathroom

and he ends up sitting at a bus stop, left with less than a euro in his pocket

when you see him, you mistake him for a forlorn tourist

you’ve been having a shit day; your best friend and editor-in-chief just warned you about an impending paycut and job downgrade if you didn’t submit a good story by the end of the month

it had been too good to be true, working with seongwu as the foreign correspondent for his lifestyle magazine

fine, you haven’t written a good investigative article since your exposé on that one museum, but writing for PRODUCE is a lot harder than you’d thought

the only way to remedy a bad day, you think, is to do a good deed

so when you hear the lost-looking stranger’s stomach grumble in the silence at the bus stop, you offer him half of the sandwich you’d taken out for home

“I don’t need help!” he says, his voice panicked

and he has a wild look in his eyes, and you back away slowly

but he looks clean—his nails are manicured, for god’s sake

“are you sure you’re okay?” you say because you’re determined to be kind and there’s nothing he can do about it

but he doesn’t have a bathroom to do it at bc public bathrooms are too small and it’d be conspicuous

he gives you an odd look

“you don’t know who i am?” and then he grins, his smile so radiant your breath catches, annoyance forgotten

“no??”

he bites that plush lower lip and asks for a small favor

and that’s how you both end up at your tiny apartment

he’s in the bathroom and you’re messaging seongwu and jisung—the former is your boss, the latter your photographer partner

and seongwu sends you a lead he suggests you check out

i hear crown prince ha sungwoon is in ur area. cant find any recent pictures but here are some pics from when he was a kid

he’s chubbier in the pictures, but those pouty lips are unmistakeable

you’re crafting a plan as you go to check on him

crown prince ha sungwoon is shirtless in your bathroom intently reading the hair dye manual included in the box

“have you never done this before?” you say raising a brow

he huffs and admits he hasn’t

you end up googling a how-to video because he doesn’t have a phone on him

he’s sitting in your tub with his arms crossed and you’re watching the guide, texting jisung at the same time

i have a plan

his stomach rumbles right as you close the messaging app and his ears go red

sungwoon borrows your pink bathrobe and eats your cherries while you toast him some bread

“what should i call you?”

sungwoon mutters something in reply that you don’t quite catch

“did you ask me to call you ‘daddy?’”

“I sAiD CLOUDY!!!”

later he’s back in your tub, your hands gently massaging his scalp to get the dye in

and he moans softly once, his eyes going wide

“cloudy, is this turning you on”

“I HAVE A SENSITIVE SCALP…unless you want me that way, baby”

you feel 98% embarrassment and 2% attraction so you splash him with the water before leaving him to finish up

when he comes out his hair is a boring shade of brown, and you look him up and down

“well, you blend in aside from—“

“i’m taller wearing shoes, okay!!” he says, standing up straighter, before glancing at the door with a worried expression

you sigh, shrugging, and say, “do you have any money on you?”

and he shakes his head no, so you offer him your place to crash for the night

you’re texting jisung, letting him know where you’ll go so he can take the photos for your soon-to-be-written feature article about an unsuspecting ha sungwoon

and you startle because sungwoon’s asleep in your bed beside you???

but he looks exhausted, his body shaking slightly in the cold because he hadn’t even tried to take your blanket

so you tuck him in before sliding in next to him, your limbs touching because your bed is small

you wake up to someone singing in the kitchen

ha sungwoon is wearing your apron and making you an omelette

he beams at you when you eat it, saying, “it’s perfect, isn’t it? but it’s the only thing i know how to make"

you thank him for breakfast, washing the dishes as you casually say, “i might need an assistant for my blog post today”

which strictly isn’t a lie

so you hand him your never-used polaroid camera and brief him about your itinerary around madrid

when you get to the royal palace he seems relatively unimpressed, if very interested in the art

“there’s no room for such extravagance back home,” he mutters as you’re leaving

“what was that, cloudy?”

instead of responding, he takes a photo of you by the gate

you take a couple of him, too, both because they’re good material and because he’s so interesting to watch

you have lunch at a random tapas place and he’s ordering everything until he remembers he’s on your budget

but you nod at him and he lights up throwing an arm over your shoulder and squeezing you tightly to his side, and you cover up your blush by taking a few photos of him

later you’re eating ice cream while in line for the prado museum’s free hours, and you’re mesmerized watching him eat the ice cream more neatly than anyone you’ve ever seen in your life

sungwoon picks up a copy of the memorable painting list and grabs your wrist, promising to show you the best paintings

it turns out he knows a lot about art??

and you’re sorry you can’t take recordings because the enthusiasm with which he speaks is really captivating

you ask him about it later as you walk the way back to your apartment

“i wanted to take up fine arts, like theatre or music or something, but my parents wanted me in art curation because it’s more fitting for an heir—an heir to our family business, i mean,” he says, his ears turning a tell-tale pink

he bids you goodbye at your door, shaking your hand after you give him one of the polaroid selfies you took together

“there are matters i have to attend to,” he says stiffly

and you laugh, shaking your head and pulling him into a tight hug

“you’ll need a better poker face for those, sungwoon,” you whisper in his ear

he’s back at the embassy when he realizes he never told you his name and you never mentioned yours

the next day, sungwoon’s at the press conference, and he sees you with a media ID on

it takes all the self-control he’s learned the past few months to keep from freaking out in public

later, you approach him, biting your lip as if you’re nervous, and sungwoon tries not to remember how you’d looked in the fading light of day the night before, the flutter he’d felt in his heart

“before you say anything, hear me out,” you murmur, and sungwoon nods with his brows furrowed

you hand him a small envelope with a fond smile on your face

“from PRODUCE publication, a present for the new crown prince”

sungwoon opens it afterwards and it’s a memory card with a post-it attached

‘the only other place these are recorded is my memory’

and he looks up the online publication but the days pass without anything about him being written besides a short note about his coronation

he reads every single article you post, and he hears them all in your snarky voice and finds himself missing you terribly

but of course he won’t contact you because he’s supposed to be far too busy for that sort of thing

still, when he’s back home, he orders a subscription for the print edition of PRODUCE

and it gets delivered to his place with a note scrawled all over the first page, in the same handwriting as the post-it he keeps in his wallet

‘guess where i’m going to be stationed?’

[kitto-toberu-sa]

DigiFes

It’s a long day folks. We were up at 5 to get to the venue by 7. You aren’t meant to line up until 8 and goods weren’t meant to go on sale until 10.

Heaps of people were there earlier in a somewhat orderly fashion. But management decided to fuck us all around and said we needed to line up from the opposite end of where we were. This may not seem like a big deal, but remember items are limited and resellers are a thing. This was a chance for people who arrived later to get to the front.

There was a literal stampede. People were screaming and being shoved. I was separated from my group numerous times, and only got back with them due to shoving others and the kindness of other fans who clearly realised I was with the other foreigners.

To get to the other side, management made us go in a complete circle. It was unnecessary and quite frankly, a little dangerous. It didn’t stop people who were there earlier from being close to the line, or help those who arrived on time be rewarded. It was just bad planning.

Of course, then it started raining. Umbrellas went up and if I hadn’t of been wearing glasses I would have been poked in the eye more than once. To say it was unpleasant would be an understatement.

The line slowly shuffled along. Every now and again people behind us would start pushing like mad, despite the fact that the line wasn’t moving. It was 35+ degrees Celsius, no air con, everyone was a bit hot and bothered. These jerks were not helping or doing anything to get the line moving faster.

If you follow my snapchat and/or twitter, you may have seen me mention the kindness of fans. This specifically refers to one lady in line who let me stay under her umbrella with her and who talked to me when I was separated from my friends. It also refers to another girl who kindly returned one of my badges to me.

You read that right. The lines and shoving were so bad, numerous people were having items ripped off their ita bags.

I don’t care where you’re from, that’s disgusting. It’s unnecessary, rude and disheartening. We’re all meant to be fans of the same thing and we all know some of these items are expensive or rare. The fans who were helping others get their things back were the MVPs of the day. Everyone who pushed and shoved can eat dog food for the rest of their life.

Goods started being sold early, at 9. Most likely due to the feral crowd. We were only a little over 100 people into the line, but by the time we got there, all of the keychains had sold out, as had some other items. On the other hand, by the time the first session finished, most items were sold out yet the amount of tshirts left was overflowing. Whoever did the math in the product department really needs to be fired. So many goods were gone, and the badges being so limited was honestly appalling. They want our money and Tri is a pretty blatant cash cow to the point it’s disgusting, yet they limited the badges (among others), one of the few things people are happy to buy quite a lot of, to such a small amount. Very bad planning. Lots of people were disappointed and trading was mediocre as a result.

We left the building just after 12. We’d spent around five hours lining up, buying goods and trading. We went to a supermarket and got some food, and since we had our trading stuff still out, a little girl came over to talk to us. I was with people who got Meiko badges (so many people did) and they didn’t want her, so they gave the badges to the little girl and her brother. A new set of Digi fans in the making???

I ended up trading the Koushirou acrylic stand to THE Koushirou fan. She lost her shit. In exchange I got ‘frontier no debu’ (the frontier fatty). She couldn’t remember Junpei’s name ;;; I also traded something else (Omegamon?) for LadyDevimon which is an A++++++ trade, tho the other girl was very confused as to why I wanted LDevimon. I SO regret not ordering that figure it’s sooooooo beautiful!!!! They had the prototypes for the sibling figures as well, and I can’t wait until the Yamakeru one is mine, they’re so cute!!!

For seats, I was in the fifth row, pretty much in the centre. Before you went in they had the life size AguGabu duo. One kid was like ‘um, no thanks!’ when his mum made him have a photo with them and I ended up sitting next to him. The girl on my other side was there for the first time too and pretty much cried the entire time haha

So first up was a talk and the reveal of the twitter poll. Nobody believed Jyou has a girlfriend – everyone thought that scene was the funniest moment. This happened a few times during the conversation. Every time it came up, his VA would just stand up, shrug and go I DO TOO HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.

Meiko got a lot of support – Junko (iirc) said she supported Meiko because ‘she moved to Tokyo from the country’. As someone who lives in rural Japan, I can totally relate! Literally nobody supported Yamato lmao

I apologise that it’s short, but it was funny and interesting, but I can’t remember a lot of specifics sorry ;;; Fans and staff were shocked Leomon died. Like, have y’all ever been involved in this franchise????

Mini live – Miyazaki then AiM. Most people are only familiar with adventure stuff tho, which is kinda sad. It is also the main focus of fes so it’s understandable.

Next was advertising. Basically the figures, Agumon being in Appmon etc. Unfortunately, they showed a lot of this pre-show while we were waiting, so it was pretty dumb and pointless unless you came in just before the show started :/

The trailer, obviously online now, made people excited. I’m hoping Hikari goes dark either because of Taichi, or she tries to fight Takeru and Taichi gets in the way and gets hurt hehe~ Nobody really spoke about it tho.

Next was the drama segment. Essentially, there’s a singing contest and the winner gets an all you can eat buffet with them and friends. Obviously, with nine kids and mons, that's a great prize! Yamato wasn’t there due to his VA being ill, which came up a few times.

They all sung their chara songs, which was a little dull tbh. If it had been last year, it would have been great promo for the cds, but this year it feels too late and they didn’t want to put effort into a full drama.

Jyou ran off because the pressure made him have a bad stomach. Gomamon tried to bring him back and failed. Gabumon tried to bring Yamato in but failed but Gabu sung. Most of the cast didn’t sing. Hikari and Gomamon sung. Takeru did as well, Patamon blew him out of the water since it’s Seiyuu was jumping around and being cute.

Mimi sung I wish iirc and then started with Super Girl. AiM came out and they duet’d. It was pretty rad and you can hear how close new Mimi is to AiM’s Mimi. Palmon was like ‘wow two Mimi’s!!’ and Koushirou was ??? a little confused by past and present versions.

Agumon’s seiyuu ROCKED Agumon Sunba and then  Agumon Ondo (fit will since it’s matsuri and obon season). I would drink with her any day of the week. The seiyuu and lifesize Agu Gabu all joined in to dance, and it was cute how some of them had no clue what they were doing.

Meikuumon also sung. Weird to see the VA do the voice change so quickly. And she’s so tall??

Anyway, Agumon won and Mimi was low key pissed. “I lost to Agumon? That’s kinda…”

Then, the new song. Aikotoba. Holy shit it’s pretty. It’s very soothing, their voices work so well together. Please buy a copy of the CD!!!! I haven’t heard a single person say they didn’t like it. Wonderful song and lyrics.

Of course, everyone sang Butterfly. They had Wada-san’s performance from the time when they announced tri, which was special. Everyone gets kinda emotional. It’s definitely a moment where everyone feels like family.

In the group photo, I can’t be seen but I can see my light stick lol Most people had red or blue, so I chose green to represent Mimi (no point in representing Yama if he isn’t there lol). So it was easy to figure out where I was haha

By the time we left it was 4ish, and by the time we got home it was 9. A very, very long day, but a mostly eventful and amazing one <3