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clumsiestgiantess · 8 months

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Lots of people wanted a continuation to the short I made for @entomolog-t’s prompt, so here you are! I already had ideas for a second part the moment I finished the first one!

(First part here)

I was so tired the night of my disappearing act that I barely made it to the scraps of insulated fabric I call my bed. Just as my head hit the comfortable fluff, a thud echoed above my head and I dashed to the doorway in seconds, heart racing. More thuds rumbled over the floorboards as I stood frozen looking fearfully upwards — believing Alice somehow knows where I am, and is trying to pry up the wooden planks to get to me. Faintly, I can hear her muffled voice. “Please, I know you’re scared, but hiding isn’t going to do either of us any good! Just come out; I swear I’m not dangerous!”

Oh. She’s probably crawling around on the floor trying to find me. Well, unless she can crawl beneath it, she’ll have a tough time finding anything but dust! I sneered at the thought, trying to reassure myself enough to get back in bed. I’m safe now. She’s not going to find me here. However, no matter how many fabric scraps I press over my ears, I can’t drown out enough noise for me to sleep. Even when I lay on the cold floor with everything over my head until I’m nearly suffocating, I can still feel the vibrations of Alice moving around. Just go to sleep already! Thud around all you like in the morning when I leave for the day! Regardless of my mental harassment of her, the human didn’t give up until it was early morning.

Finally, I have peace and quiet, and I fall asleep in record time. Come morning, the house is still silent as ever. I wake up with a gnawing ache in my chest. Briefly, I think it’s guilt over what I’d done the day before — turns out it was just hunger. I’d run away before getting to eat yesterday. Thankfully, I have some provisions that I’ve stored away for emergencies. I grab a few crackers and glance at the little watch piece that’s fastened to the wall. Oh, what?! I slept in! I usually never sleep in! My natural alarm wakes me up at almost the exact time every day. Then again, I’m usually asleep much earlier than last night, too.

No wonder the floor is so quiet; Alice is probably out of the house by now, or in her room working on human things. Quickly finishing breakfast, I slip on my bag and head out to the large kitchen. Now that my emergency stash of food is diminished, I’m a bit anxious to get it stocked again. I walk the same trek I’d sleepily walked the night before, but stop at the end of the hall where the electrical cover sits. Maybe I’ll.. go a different way.

Taking the long way through the walls, I come out inside a cabinet with windowed doors. Reaching out to push one open, I glance out of it and flinch. With cautious steps, I slide backward behind some cups. Alice is in the room. None of her usual music is playing, she isn’t watching videos on her phone, she isn’t talking to herself or a friend on the phone, either. She’s just sitting there with what appears to be her breakfast, staring numbly at a wall. Huh. Whatever ‘exams’ are, they really seem to be stressing her out. Usually she’s done with breakfast by now.

Her strange behavior can’t be because of me. She had spent less than twelve hours with me, and most of that time she spent ignoring me. Logically, she wouldn’t be that upset over someone she barely knew, right? She’d given up her search hours ago when she finally stopped keeping me up all night.

A while later, she leaves. It’s strange, though. Alice steps lightly across the room, glancing around the floor before each step. Maybe she lost something important? That tends to make humans fairly stressed. Hell, it makes me stressed. If a human’s missing something, it might mean I made a bad judgment call on what I could take without being noticed.

My nerves settle when the sound of her footsteps fade off. Back to business. My day runs relatively smoothly from there. Of course, I had to come across a knot or two in my climbing rope mid-scale, which I wasn’t too happy about. After collecting up some food, I spent a long while getting the knots to untie. It’s always best to get them out before you make a climb, that way your weight won’t tug them tighter. It was too late for that lesson to come in handy, though.

My next chore on the list is borrowing some more thread to stitch winter linings back into my clothes. The winter weather caught me by surprise. It had come earlier than I thought, and I’d nearly died because of it. Briefly, blurry visions of the inside of that knitted hat fade in and out of my consciousness. I nearly froze to death that night. If the thing hadn’t been left there accidentally, I wouldn’t have made it long enough to even try to get help. Blinking away the memories, I realized I was shivering and rubbed my hands over my arms for a bit more warmth, reminding myself that I’m safe here. The apartment never gets that cold. Ever.

At my home under the floors that afternoon, I gather up the materials I already collected. I have the fluffy inner lining that I’d taken from an old coat Alice left in a storage bin — I’ve been using it as bedding — my knife to cut everything to size, and a smaller needle I’d whittled out of a long chunk of wood. Now all I need is the thread.

Back in my little passages, I head in the opposite direction through the floor. I slow as I make my way up into the walls towards Alice’s room. Unfortunately, that’s where the sewing kit is, directly under her bed. Alice will be there for sure. Whatever she’s working on this time must be important. I haven’t heard her leave her room all day since I saw her walk in this morning. She hasn’t even gotten lunch. Maybe she has a snack on her desk! Perhaps when she’s asleep or out of the house I’ll steal some of it.

Sliding out of a crack in the baseboards behind a large bookshelf, I creep up to the very edge of it and scan the room. Sure enough, Alice is there doing schoolwork, watching a video on something called ‘trigonometry’ that I can barely pronounce — I don’t dare try to imagine what it actually is. At least she’s not being unnervingly still anymore.

I dart from my place beneath the bookshelf to beneath her bed. The sewing kit sits further towards the wall, right beside her desk. Alice seems distracted enough, scribbling down something while mumbling about things I don’t understand. She does that often enough that it isn’t as concerning as this morning. Maybe she’s finally returning to normal. That’s a relief. A human on a schedule is a good human to live with. Memorize it, use it to your advantage, and you’ll practically own the place — at least while they’re not around.

Making my way to the box, I wait for the video to start playing again before popping open the lid — timing it so she doesn’t pick up the noise amidst the other sounds she’s concentrating on. Sliding a few things around, I manage a clear path to the spool I want. Rummaging through various different items larger than yourself is no easy task, but I make it look practically effortless. A shrunken human would never be able to do half the things I do on a daily basis, I think with a smirk. I yank out the spool of thread and reach for my knife.

“No! What? How?! I used the same formula and everything!” I flinch as Alice yells, her angry voice edged with dismay. Cautiously, I tiptoe over to the side of her bedframe and glance up at her. She’s frantically writing something down, biting at her bottom lip with furrowed brows. Whatever it is, she isn’t too happy about it. I’m just about to continue my work when she glances over at the computer screen again. “What the heck?!” Furiously, she crumples her paper into a crushed ball, looking ready to throw it across the room in a fit of rage. I brace myself instinctively, thankful I hadn’t stuck around to anger her.

Suddenly, a sob wrenches out of Alice’s throat, catching me entirely by surprise. She curls her arms around her head as it falls to the surface of the desk. The paper ball drops dully to the floor. Her whole body shakes as she cries onto her desk, and my relief drops into a muted kind of confusion. “I’m gonna fail,” she whimpers, “I can’t do this. Why is everything going so wrong? I just wanted to help him; why’d he run away? I feel sick. What if he’s hurt somewhere and can’t call for help? What if he’s too scared to call for help?”

She.. really is worried about me. So worried that she’s acting like a complete mess — and not the silly endearing mess I’m fond of her for. If my disappearance amplifies her worries over these exams… Well, she didn’t tell me what would happen if she failed them, just that she couldn’t. I abandon the thread I’m after and rush for the crack in the wall behind the bookshelf. A plan’s forming in my mind. It might backfire horribly, but I’m hoping it’ll work. Alice is much too distracted for me to even bother checking if the coast is clear. Her light sobs still echo against the surface of her desk.

I slip between the two halves of the wall and take a large calming breath. Then I start shouting. “Alice! It’s ok, I-” The human sits up so abruptly I stop talking fearfully. I don’t know how beings as big as her can move so quickly. She scans the floor of the entire room in only a few seconds. Of course, I’m smart enough not to be in plain sight. “Hello?” Alice’s voice is slightly muffled like her nose is stuffy. I swallow a lump that formed in my throat. “It’s.. It’s ok. It’s me, the ‘little guy’.” Alice hastily rubs away her tears and stands up. “You’re… alright?” she asks me, glancing around. “Yeah.”

“Oh thank god!” Alice gasps, relieved. “You made me so worried for you! Are you hungry still? I- I know you haven’t eaten in a while since you.. ran off when I tried to get something for you.”

The room falls into an awkward silence. I can’t see much of her from beneath the bookshelf, but I watch Alice nervously shuffle from foot to foot — waiting for my response. She can’t stay silent for very long, though. “Look, I’m sorry I scared you off… I don’t know what happened, but I’m willing to work with you to try and get your memories and your old life back. I can’t imagine how terrifying it is to suddenly be so small, not even knowing how you got that way-”

“Stop.” Alice quieted at the single word. “That’s.. a lie. I remember everything just fine.” I want to say that I’m not terrified of being small either, but I can’t bring myself to say it. Even if I’ve lived my whole life this way, I still have my moments. Yesterday and that whole escapade with the freezing car was one of the worst of them. “So.. you just didn’t want to tell me how you shrank?” I sigh, “No.. Alice, I- I never shrank. I’ve always been this way.” She starts and stops talking a few different times — syllables barely leaving her mouth. “I’m not human, Alice.”

The silence that follows is worse than the last. It feels almost suffocating. A gentle thud reverberates over the floorboards and I peer out. Alice is kneeling on the floor, leaning down to peer under the bookshelf. Quickly, I duck back behind the wall. “Is that why you left?” Her voice softens, tears entirely gone. “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.” “You promised the tiny human me that you wouldn’t hurt me.” I glance out of my hiding spot just as Alice’s gaze wanders, thinking through something.

“You thought I would go back on my word if I knew you were lying to me? Or you just.. thought that I wouldn’t care because you’re not human?” she asks me, sounding hurt. I feel almost chastised. Her gaze flickers to me. “I promised you that I wouldn’t hurt you. You. No matter who or what you were. I’m a bit upset you wanted to lie to me about… everything. But I can’t be mad at you for being scared of me. I won’t ask you to talk to me anymore if you don’t want to, but just know, I’m glad you’re alright.”

Tears of relief well in my eyes and my throat tightens. Tentatively, I slide out from within the crack in the wall. “You- You really mean that? You don’t care that I’m not one of you?” A small smile spreads over Alice’s lips. Of course not, don’t be silly! You’re safe here, I promise. I understand if you want to go home, though. You probably have others of your kind to get back to, and I’ve accidentally trapped you in my house.” I glance away sheepishly, “Well, about that… I kind of.. live here.” “What?!”

I end up telling her every part of the truth — how I really got into her car, where I’d gone to when I ran off — everything. “I actually did remember my name. It’s just.. not really a human-sounding one, so I couldn’t exactly give you it. My name’s Fennel, but I mostly just go by Fen.” “Fen?” she asks a bit confusedly. I nod. “Nice to finally really meet you!” Alice laughs, “How long have you been living here.. with me?” I think back. “I moved in after you were already here, but you were still unpacking things, so I don’t think it was very far off from when you moved in, too.” Alice makes a surprised noise. “Where were you living before?” “Eh, another apartment in this building. The new people were too loud, so I moved out.” She giggled, “I wish I could just pack up and slip into a new home whenever I have problems with the neighbors.” I sigh, “It’s harder than it seems; I have to rebuild a livable space for myself every time.” Alice nods thoughtfully, sitting back up. Some of her bones crack as she does, and I flinch.

“Hey, if you don’t mind, can you maybe come out from beneath there? It hurts my back to try to bend all the way to the floor to look at you.” She won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you. “Alright.” With slow deliberate steps I make my way out from beneath the bookshelf. Alice sits a foot away from me. I have to crane my neck back vertically to see her face, peering almost all the way downward at me. She offers me the palm of her hand. “Can I hold you? Please?” My heartbeat thunders so loudly I almost don’t hear what she asks. Cautiously, I nod and step up onto her hand, raised just a bit higher than a stair. She won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you.

I’ve never interacted with a human before her, but I’ve seen it happen before. My brother — well, he wasn’t actually my brother, but we always called eachother that — had been found by a human. I was there. It was pitch dark, perfect time for borrowing. We’d forgotten a light, but Gin scoffed at the idea of going back for one — until he stepped into a mouse trap. Every once and a while I’ll still hear the awful noise made when the trap snapped closed on him. The human came running when they heard the gargled shriek, and the last thing he told me was to leave him there. The metal beam that had crunched around his midsection somehow hadn’t killed him, but his body was far from unharmed.

From a grate in the floor nearby, I watched as the human found him, ensured him things would be alright, and pulled him out of the trap — tearing him in two. In hindsight, I don’t think the human meant to kill him. They screamed and dropped the half of him they were holding. I was too stricken and horrified to process that in the moment, so I just ran.

“Fen?” I flinched so violently I nearly knocked myself in the face with my hand, instinctively trying to cover my head with my arms. “Are you ok? You look sick. If this makes you uncomfortable, I can put you back down. You didn’t have to get on.” It’s just like in the car — her blue-eyed gaze looking me over with genuine concern. “I- I’m alright.” She gently shakes her head. “You aren’t, though. You’re shaking.” The gentlest pressure alights on my chest as a soft finger brushes up against it. “And your heart’s beating really fast.” Her touch is so soft — incredibly cautious like she’s holding something precious and delicate. Maybe I am, to her. It’s nothing like what I had imagined a human would feel like, nothing at all.

In a brief moment of weakness, my eyes tear up and I squeeze her finger closer, pressing my forehead against it. It is absolutely terrifying thinking about where I am. I’ve spent all my life believing it’s a place of certain death. Why is it so comfortable? All Alice would have to do to hurt me is close her fist and squeeze. My fate wouldn’t be that much different than Gin’s. She won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you.

Everything shifts around me and I rush to get out of her grip, immediately fearing that my imagination somehow willed an awful reality. But Alice brings me up to her chest and holds me gently against it. She tucks me against her sternum as her head comes to rest behind her hands that hold me. “It’s alright now.” I’m not sure if she’s assuring me, or herself, but I accept it and bring myself snugly against her. It’s blissfully warm there. While the walls where I live aren’t nearly as freezing as the outdoors, they’re still plenty cold. The heat is more than welcome. My wild pulse softens into a much normal rhythm while I listen to Alice’s own heartbeat thrumming beneath her skin.

Things are fuzzy in my mind beyond that moment. I’ve been up for a full twenty-four hours, and the night before was only worse than the last. I remember stumbling off her palm onto her desk, watching dazedly as Alice looked around the room for something. She finds it and places it down for me. It’s a little blanket folded over so it can be both a mattress and blanket at the same time. I crawl into it, listening to the sound of pencil scratches on paper for only a few minutes before I fall asleep mumbling a weary ‘thank you’.

#hope you enjoy!#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing

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nic-writes-sometimes · 23 days

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Cherry Wine

(Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader)

Chapter 3/5

Total Word Count: 14,351

Ok, I'm trying something different with my posts, so here's a preview of the latest chapter. link at the bottom.

let me know what you think <3

CW: cunnilingus, g!p reader, penetrative sex

You wake up to sunlight streaming across your face, warm and persistent. Slowly, you stretch out across the bed, savoring the sensation as your joints crack and pop. It takes a moment for your mind to clear, and when it does, two things become immediately apparent.

One, this is not your room.

Two, you slept through the night.

As the last vestiges of sleep slip away, you glance around, searching for Alcina. Your gaze eventually settles on her standing on the balcony, a cigarette poised between her fingers. She’s bathed in the soft morning light, and for a moment, you wonder if you’re still dreaming.

She’s utterly breathtaking in this unguarded moment—her face free of makeup, her hair cascading down in unruly, curly waves, and the nightgown she’s wearing just barely skimming the tops of her thighs. You’ve always found Alcina beautiful, but like this, she’s beyond compare. It’s a privilege, you realize, to have even a glimpse into a part of Alcina that she rarely shows anyone, and that realization sends a warm flutter through your chest.

As if being pulled by a magnet, you make your way over to her. The air around her is a tantalizing blend of smoke and her intoxicating scent, filling your lungs as you lean in. You press a series of gentle kisses to her neck, savoring the way her skin responds to your touch.

A soft hum of approval escapes her, and it’s a sound that reverberates through you, warm and thrilling. You can’t help but smile against her skin, a sense of contentment settling in your chest. Her head tilts slightly, giving you better access to her neck as if inviting you to continue. You oblige, letting your lips wander until you reach the soft spot just below her ear.

“Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice a husky whisper.

“Morning,” you reply, your voice equally soft, as if speaking any louder would shatter the delicate tranquility of the moment.

“We’ll need to get ready for breakfast soon,” she says, a hint of reluctance in her voice, as though she’s not quite ready to let go of this moment.

“How much time do we have?”

“Enough for a conversation”

You take a deep breath, the weight of the moment settling over you. The sunlight feels nice against your skin, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth radiating from Alcina’s presence beside you. You’ve both been dancing around this, whatever it is, and now that you’ve taken those first steps, you know it’s time to talk about where it’s leading.

You think for a moment, choosing your words carefully. “I want you to know how much this means to me.”

Alcina turns to face you more fully, putting out her cigarette as she does so, her expression open yet cautious, as if she’s bracing herself for whatever you might say next. “And what exactly does ‘this’ mean to you?”

“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” you admit, your voice steady. “I don’t need memories to tell me how special this feeling is. It’s not just about the passion, though that’s definitely there. It’s about…you. About how I feel when I’m with you, and how I can’t imagine not having you in my life now.”

Alcina’s eyes soften, and she reaches out to take your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing gesture. You steel your resolve and continue.

"From the moment I arrived, you made it clear that I wasn’t alone," you begin, hoping your words can carry even a fraction of the depth of what you truly feel. "Now, I want you to know that you’re not alone either. I may not have riches or power to offer, but I have myself—everything I am, everything I can be—and I hope with all my heart that it’s enough."

Alcina brings a hand to your face, cupping it gently. “For a long time, it was just me. I built these walls, both around this castle and around myself, thinking that was the only way to protect what I hold dear. But then you came along, and you didn’t just knock on those walls—you walked right through them.”

She gently brushes her thumb across your cheek. “You showed me something I’d forgotten. You reminded me that there’s more to life than duty and survival. That there’s joy in the little moments, in the laughter of my daughters, in the warmth of another’s touch. I don’t care about money or power or any superficial thing. You’re more than enough, Lupe,” she says softly, her voice brimming with sincerity. “More than that, I want this. I want you .”

You listen, your heart swelling with each word. Your chest tightens with emotion, and you tilt your head slightly into her hand, closing your eyes for a brief moment as you savor the closeness, the connection that feels so precious.

“But we’ll have to be careful,” she says, her smile faltering, ”My daughters…the castle…Miranda. We can’t afford to be reckless.”

You bristle at the mention of Miranda, but you push your worries aside. “We’ll be careful. We’ll figure this out together. Whatever comes our way, I’m not going anywhere, Alcina.”

For a moment, she just looks at you, her gaze intense, as though she’s searching for something in your eyes. When she finally speaks, her voice is laced with a mixture of determination and affection. “Then we’ll take this one step at a time. We’ll see where it leads us.”

“One step at a time,” you repeat.

(full chapter linked below)

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randomfanner · 9 months

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Little Gifts

Three jars of honey, wildflower honey, blueberry honey and orange flower honey. A glass bottle full of apple juice rather than wine or alcohol. A collection of different types of wood, all good for whittling. A small container of blueberries and a small container of raspberries. Last thing in the box was some elegant robes that were dyed using feywild green and dunn.

Admittedly, as much as she would love to say everything in the box was purely for Halsin’s delight, the elegant robes might have been a purchase based on the view it would gift her if he decided he wished to put them on.

Anya stared into the box again and triple checked everything, making sure she hadn’t forgotten to put anything in the box. She hadn’t of course and even if she did it wouldn’t be too hard to give him whatever she forgot. He slept well within walking distance. Finishing her check, Anya put the lid on the box and straightened her back.

Now all she had to do was venture across the room and actually give it to Halsin. He sat on his bed, a book in one hand and a cup of magnolia tea that Gale had brewed. It should be easy, it was just a walk over there and hand him the box. She had given him gear numerous times in the past and it would be just like that. There was nothing to be nervous about.

Anya took a breath as she picked the box up and just… stood there.

“Just gotta give it to him,” Anya said as she looked down at the gift. It should be easy but anxiety still crept. What if he didn’t like it? That was a ridiculous thought of course, she knew it. She had basically done a check list of everything he liked and the only thing not included was anything duck related.

So what was stopping her from strutting right over there and giving it to him?

“Dear, are you just going to gawk at him all night or are you going to give him his present?’ Astarion asked as he leaned on the nearby bookcase, a glass of what was either blood or wine in his hand.

“... I am nervous,” Anya confessed.

Astarion’s whole body went forward, lips curling into a frown as he stared at her. “Oh sweetheart, are you serious?” Anya gave a small nod. Astarion gave a sigh as he put a hand over his eyes. “He practically worships the ground you walk on. You could give him anything, and I do mean literally anything, and he would leap over the moon with his excitement,” Astarion placed his glass down on the ledge.

“And I am still nervous he won’t like it,” Anya said.

“Fine, I will give it to him then,’ Astarion reached out to grab the box, only to have Anya hold it away from him.

“No, I gotta give it to him,” Anya said as her whole body turned away.

“Then do it,” Astarion said. “If not for him, and not for yourself. Do it for me. I want to see him in that new outfit you purchased for him,” the vampire wore a grin on his face.

Anya’s cheeks turned red. Astarion had helped her pick it out; it only made sense he was interested in seeing the results, so to speak. Anya took a deep breath as she began to strut across the room “I will,” she said.

“Go get them, and if you get a chance to tame the bear, take it,” Astarion said as he reclaimed his wine glass, watching from afar with a smirk on his face.

Anya nearly tripped over her own feet at the comment, she caught herself but barely.

“Hello, Halsin,” Anya said as she stood with her back straight. “I have something for you,” she said as she held out the box to him.

Halsin cracked a smile as he set his cup of tea aside and rested the book upon his thigh. “What is the occasion?” Halsin asked as he raised an eyebrow, but he took the box nonetheless.

“I wanted to get you something,” Anya answered, her cheeks still red.

“Oh,” Halsin said as he looked down at the box. “Well then,” he was completely speechless. “Thank you,” he finally got out. Halsin pulled the lid off of the box and stared at the contents inside. He froze as he looked at everything before he began to pick up each item, studying them in his hands.

“I hope you like them,” Anya looked at his face and didn’t fail to notice the tears that began to leak from his beautiful amber eyes. “Why- why are you crying?” Anya asked.

Halsin put the items down and dragged Anya into a hug, dragging her onto his lap. He pushed his head into the crooks of her neck as both hands met behind her back. A chuckle came from his lips. “You are much too kind, my heart.”

Anya’s whole body was in frozen surprise before her arms wrapped around him, a hand found his hair and her thick fingers began to run through the soft locks. “I wouldn’t say too kind now, but I am glad you like your present.”

Halsin moved away and pressed his forehead against Anya. “Like does not begin to describe it, it is wonderful,” he pressed his lips against Anya’s. Anya gave a happy hum as she kissed back..

It was almost a sorrow when his lips pulled off of hers. “Now then,” Halsin gently moved Anya out of his lap onto his bed as he picked up the emerald robe. He looked at the fabric, noticing exactly how much it was going to leave out for the viewing. “I do believe I best try this on, hmmm?” the smirk on his face and a tease in his tone. He began to walk behind the changing divider, leaving Anya to sit and her cheeks dusted with flush.

“Oh my.”

#bg3 halsin #halsin bg3 #halsin #halsin x tav #halsin x astarion if you squint #and tav x astarion is you squint #You should put Halsin in the elegant robes #halsin fluff #Halsin deserves nice things

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ravenzeppeli · 7 months

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Claimed

Chapter 5- Prosciutto Is Not |Prosciutto x Reader Angst|

Warning: nudity, implied sex, graphic murder. mention and described, threats, strong language. MA.

You laid on the random rental bed as Illuso got dressed, staring up at the white ceiling. You laid fully nude, a numb, unsatisfied tingle buzzed between your legs. You just had terrible sex- you didn't even come close, almost having an orgasm. It was just you sucking him off, and then he railed you in doggy mode and pulled your hair until he came.

He pulled his white tshirt over his head as he walked over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed as he looked down at you. "Last week this fuckin' prick tried to rip us off," Illuso told you as he leaned back, his body stretching over you, his back pressing against your bare stomach. "Shit pissed me off. Why would he try that shit knowing who the fuck I am?" He questioned, pulling out a joint from his pocket. "Wanna know what I did to him? Also you gotta fuckin' lighter?"

You reached towards the wooden dresser, picking up the lighter and handing it to Illuso. "What did you do?"

"I scalped the son of a bitch, I took my hunting knife out my pocket and I cut his scalp straight off," he told you, placing the joint in his mouth and lighting it up, taking a hit. He inhaled before blowing the smoke in your face, a sick grin on his face. "He was fuckin' terrified, still alive with his brain showin'. I had to shoot the poor bastard, he was begging pretty hard." He put the joint up to your mouth.

You tilted your head to the side slightly as you slightly leaned forward, taking a quick drag. You inhaled, then exhaled, turning your head to the side to avoid blowing smoke in his face. "How long do you think someone can survive without a scalp? Like, if your brains are exposed and nothing is protecting it, how long can you really live?" You should feel fear, but you didn't feel that. You just felt curious. You've killed before, but never like that. "Do you wanna do that to me? Is that why you're telling me?"

"Melone is weak as fuck, and his stand isn't as good as mine," Illuso began as he suddenly sat up, "but he's fucking insane. And he fucking told me last night that if you die he'll go insane and destroy everything. Now, I don't know what that fucking means but I don't wanna find out. Also, I'm fine with you being my little girlfriend, I ain't gonna kill ya. I just want to tell you about my day since you're my girl. Gotta problem with that? Don't want me to be tight with you like you are with Melone?"

"What do you mean?" You questioned, not knowing what he's trying to imply. What does he want from you? You assumed he would only want sex and to hang out when he was bored. Why was he suddenly saying you were his girl?

Illuso put out the joint on the dresser, leaving a small cigarette burn dent in the dark wooden cabinet. "I'm 34, I've been through so much pussy I don't even know how many women I've slept with. I might of paid for most of it, but damn the pussy just always kept coming." He turned to face you, leaning forward, his face suddenly inches away from yours. "They also kept going.. and that's what they were supposed to do. I've had my fun, I think I can go all the way with you."

You raised your eyebrows at him yet again, "maybe you should get tested. This is why I always make you wear a condom. You literally could have something." You shook your head, freezing up when he suddenly crashed his lips into yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he planted a rough, sloppy kiss on your lips. As he pulled away, you reached a hand out, placing it on his chest. "Why?"

"I use fucking protection even when I get my dick sucked, don't disrespect me girl. And best believe I don't go around kissing either, I've only kissed on five women. One was my first girlfriend when I was a kid, one was my fiance I dumped, two from girlfriends, and you're the last one. And I dated that last girl three years ago," he spoke to you softly, but a hint of danger still rested in his tone. "So what's up? You're my girl now, right? I'm making it official, I just want to hear you say it so fucking say it."

You decided to play your cards right, nodding your head. "Okay, I'm your girlfriend, and you're my boyfriend." You were a little surprised, but you technically already were kind of dating all seven of them. You didn't count Ghiaccio or Pesci, though, despite being told you should, but whatever. These men couldn't read your minds, and you were a good actor. "I mean, what's the point in saying it? Nothing will change. Right?"

Illuso smirked, placing another kiss on your lips before standing up. "Everything's going to change between us now. I promise you that." He patted your cheek gently. "Go downstairs or stay up here, I don't fucking care what you do. I'm going to take a shower. I'll see you and those beautiful fuckin' tits when I come downstairs."

-----

"I don't want to drink the fucking water, I don't like it," you told Melone as you pushed the glass back towards him. "Don't you start. I'm an adult, I drink what I want and I don't want water. I'm not a fish, do I look like a fish to you? Hm?" You walked over to the fridge and opened it, grabbing a can of soda. "I just woke up, I need caffeine. Not water, not toast."

Melone followed you, grabbing the soda out of your hand. "Why are you so cranky this morning? That's because you don't drink enough water, and you skip breakfast," he told you, shaking his head. "I'm a very patient man, baby. I'll keep bothering you. I'll give you the soda once you eat a piece of toast and drink some water, please. I just care. That's it, baby."

You couldn't admit this to even yourself really but you loved Melone. Despite feeling like these men will turn on you and kill you, you can't help but find yourself falling in love with him. No man had ever beaten a man to death because they wanted to harm you, that's so.. hot? You didn't know how to describe it, but it made you want him, him constantly showing you positive affection, and taking care of you made you actually fall in love with him. And despite him being overly excited during the first two times you had sex with him, he was great in bed- amazing. You didn't care that he was insane and a little toxic. You weren't perfect.

"Why are you giving Melone a hard time? Just sit down and eat the damn bread, I don't want to hear him asking you a million times," Prosciutto snapped, causing you to walk over to him, sitting across from him. "Do you need to be constantly watched? Eat girl, you're young and need to stay healthy."

You looked down at the plate that Melone placed in front of you, seeing a piece of toast. You grabbed the toast, taking a bite as you quickly snatched the soda out of Melones' other hand, placing it under the table and between your legs. "I'll eat the toast, okay? Fine."

Melone smiled down at you, nodding his head. "Good. I just want want to be healthy. Three meals a day and a little extra are important. Now, I'm going to go get ready." He leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "I am more than ready to protect you. I'm going to rip those men apart, I promise you that." He patted your shoulder before leaving, heading into the living room of the rental.

You kept your face emotionless, but inside, you couldn't help but feel a little turned on by his possessiveness over you. You leaned back, your eyes meeting Prosciutto, who was already staring at you, his hands clutching a newspaper as he looked you up and down. "What? Stop doing that to me. That's like, fucked up."

"When a man looks you up and down, it means they're physically attracted to you Y/N," Prosciutto told you, a hint of annoyance in his tone. Immediately your eyes moved up and down, you only being able to see his face and part of his chest, his dress shirt buttoned down slightly, revealing his bare chest as well as a thin gold chain. "Oh, really now?"

You looked around, never being the type to joke around much, especially with these men. Despite 'dating' them, you only felt comfortable joking around with Melone, but you refrained yourself. You were a woman. You always had to worry about these men finding you weak and fragile, so you just kept your mouth shut. You found yourself close to asking him something, but you stopped yourself.

Prosciutto cleared his throat, causing you to once again meet his eyes. "I will be taking you out on a date soon. Would you prefer to eat out or would you like for me to cook for you at my house?"

You instantly froze, looking down at your toast. "We.. can go to your house." You've already been seen in public with Melone and Formaggio. You didn't want your reputation completely ruined. How will people look at you knowing you're dating seven men? They'll look at you pretty poorly.

"Maybe that is for the best considering these unique circumstances," Prosciutto told you, nodding his head as he picked up his cup of coffee, taking a sip from the black mug before looking down at your toast. "What's the most important meal of the day?"

"Alcohol," you replied, picking up the toast and taking a bite. You chewed and swallowed, leaning back as you looked at him. "I've never been to your house before. Are you sure I can be trusted?" You smirked a little, causing him to suddenly lean forward, eyes going dark. "Do you want a kiss? You'll have to ask nicely, and I'll say no."

"I am not Formaggio or Illuso. Stop making jokes with me. I am not amused. I have been in the mafia for over 25 years, don't tell me I can't trust you," Prosciutto snapped at you, instantly becoming frustrated with you, his tone threatening and harsh "I hardly know you, and I know nothing about you. You could be working for the enemy. Your entire first encounter with Risotto is suspicious."

You let a laugh escape your lips, causing him to suddenly stand up, his large lean but muscular form stepping towards you, towering over you. You immediately realized that your laugh came off disrespectful, causing you to scoot back in your chair instantly, and your head immediately dropped down to protect your face from being hit. You weren't laughing to disrespect Prosciutto. You just find it amusing that he would accuse you of working for the enemy. What enemy? You hardly knew anyone, let alone any fucking enemy they had.

Before joining La Squadra, you only had light knowledge of the mafia world, only selling drugs for Luca and sometimes collecting money from businesses that owed him. You knew of a few names - Bruno, Polpo, Squado, and Tiziano - and you knew of Risotto as well. You just heard names, also selling drugs to lower ranking members. You kept yourself heavily armed, knowing how dangerous it was for a woman to do what you're doing. You always felt as if one day soon your life would be cut short for all your crimes and being too involved. That's why you'll never trust these men. They could kill you at any moment. Afraid.. did you feel afraid? No.. you felt conflicted about your entire situation.

"Did you just fucking laugh at me? Am I some fucking joke to you?" Prosciutto snapped, two hard steps padding across the hardwood floor. "You keep disrespecting me and I am done with it. I got something to adjust you." You suddenly heard a jean buckle, causing you go suddenly lift your head, immediately reaching out your hands.

As he began to unfasten his thick leather belt, your hands stopped him, your smaller hands attempting to wrap around his larger ones. Him beating you with a belt was not something that you wanted to enjoy with your morning toast, instead attempting to stop him. "I'm sorry, Prosciutto, I was just kidding. I didn't mean any harm. Before this, I just sold drugs for Luca and collected some money for him. And I killed a few guys. I was honest with Risotto," you told him, finding it hard to keep eye contact with his hard gaze. "I told him everything." You think.

"How many men have you killed?" Prosciutto questioned, letting his hands freeze instead of snatching them away from your grasp.

You shrugged. "Why would I keep count? I just killed the men that ripped him off." You've been ripped off by women a few times but always ended up paying what was missing to Luca. Without his knowledge, he was ripped off. You didn't want to kill any women, just men. "I shoot, or I stab them. I never use my stand unless necessary."

He kept his glare on you, almost meanicing as he slowly began to nod his head. "You better watch yourself around me. You've been pissing me off too much.. if it was just you and I here and I wasn't about to leave, then I would punish you accordingly." He looked down at your hands, raising his eyebrows. "For now, I won't, but when we are alone, you'll be getting your first punishment from me."

"You know, you're making it really hard for me to like you," you told him, causing take one step back, your hands dropping to the side as he buckled his belt. You could now see why Prosciutto had trouble keeping a woman married to him. As attractive as he was physically, it seemed that he wanted to have full control over who he was with. Unfortunately for you, you aren't in a situation where you can just leave him or say no. Leaving him would mean you leaving Melone, and you loved Melone. You also knew that a group of assassins could easily track you down; you would always be on the run, and that was no life to live.

"That doesn't hurt my feelings, but I will be sure to remember how much you don't like me when punishing you. It will keep me from stopping when you beg," he told you, voice suddenly becoming low, almost.. kind? "It's time for me to go. I'm needed on this mission, so lucky for you, I won't be staying here alone with you. Pesci will."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise; you haven't spoken to Pesci much, almost forgetting completely that he was your seventh boyfriend. "Pesci?"

"You listen to him and respect him. He is very nervous, but that does not mean that he isn't a man. He is very capable of protecting you, so don't give him a hard time, or I'll be even more pissed at you," Prosciutto warned, raising his hand and placing it on your shoulder. "Do not try anything. I am warning you."

You nodded your head. You had no reason to be mad at Pesci. He's never done anything at all to you. You could awkwardly sit next to him until Melone gets back. Oh. And the others. "Why would I? He's never done anything to me, I have no problem with me. I have no negative feelings towards him." You have no feelings towards him.

Prosciutto nodded his head, gently squeezing your shoulder before he walked away, leaving you to stand in the dining room.

As he walked away, you still felt his hand on your shoulder, as if he was still lightly grasping it. You raised your hand gently, touching where he grasped your shoulder, a tingle running down your spine as you touched the area, still warm from his gentle yet firm grasp.

#tw murder mention #tw unhealthy relationship #tw unsettling #tw graphic #tw sex mention #tw nudity #tw nude #tw threats #tw adult themes #tw mature #ravenzeppeli #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #la squadra #tw strong language #tw language #la squadra claimed #claimed la squadra #claimed

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rosenallies · 9 months

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I am sorry you are having a tough night but am awake and willing to answer the call for an angsty prompt.

Would you be willing to write sashnarcia set early on, where Marcia has just been brought into the relationship and is jealous of the established connection between the other two?

Lmao thank u for indulging my depression <3

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Marcia?" Anetra said softly, poking her head into their darkened bedroom where they'd been hiding all day.

"Go away," Marcia grumbled, burrowing themself deeper under the duvet.

Anetra frowned, sharing a look with Sasha who stood beside her. "Maybe you should try?"

She stepped aside, letting Sasha through. She sat right on the edge of the bed beside the heap of Marcia under the covers.

"Baby, you've been in here all day. You were okay last night and since this morning you've been hiding away, do you want Anetra and I to leave? We don't want to overstay our welcome in your place."

Marcia mumbled something incoherently, muffled by the pillow they'd pressed their face into.

"What was that, honey? I'm here to listen but you've got to speak up."

They sat up, their pretty face stained with tear tracks. "I said you can go or you can stay, it doesn't matter anyway, it won't change anything!"

Anetra stepped further into the room, sitting beside Sasha. "What do you mean? What won't change?"

Marcia huffed, seemingly annoyed they didn't get it as they crossed their arms. "Nothing."

"Darling, if you're upset you can tell us. If either of us did something wrong, we want to know so we can fix it, right, Neech"

Nodding quickly, Anetra agreed. "Of course, I'd never want to make you upset on purpose."

Lip wobbling, fresh tears blurred Marcia's vision, making them whimper before they started to cry, their frustrations and anxieties coming out all at once. "It doesn't matter because even if you stay here or you go back to Sasha's place or even Anetra's nothing will change! I'm still going to be the odd one out and I'm still going to be just an afterthought to you both. Why did you even bring me into this? Just so neither of you are ever lonely if you can't be together?"

"What? Marcia, that's not-"

"Well, that's how I feel, Anetra!"

Sasha tutted sympathetically. "It might not be something we meant to do, Neech, but we can't not listen to the way they feel," Sasha placed a gentle hand on Marcia's knee, "is there anything specific that happened that made you feel that way? Or have you been feeling that way for awhile now?"

Marcia sniffled. "Both, I guess? I-I was so nervous when you both asked to to join you guys and even more so when we all decided to be romantically involved instead of just sexually and I know we all made that decision initially, it just felt like the romantic feeling between you two came first and that maybe I wasn't as important in that aspect. And then last night watching you to just naturally cuddle together while you slept, I just felt," they paused, their voice dropping to barely above a whisper, "unloved."

"Oh sweetheart, you are not unloved at all," Sasha assured them, her chest aching that they would think that.

"We love you so much, Marcia," Anetra reiterated tenderly, "we're so sorry you feel that way."

They wiped their face inelegantly, the tear stains not budging. "Maybe I'm being stupid."

Sasha shook her head, grabbing their hands and kissing one after the other. "Of course you're not being stupid, how you feel is never stupid and we are so sorry you feel that way. I can promise you that you are just as much a part of this relationship as Anetra and I, we wouldn't be the same without you."

"Really?"

"Really, really," Anetra replied, kissing their cheek, "I love you just as much as I love Sasha. I love you."

Breathing shakily, Marcia leaned into Anetra then squeezed Sasha's hands. "I love you both too, I'm sorry-"

"You don't need to say sorry, darling, we are the ones who are sorry. How about we just focus on you tonight, huh? Maybe run you a bath and I'll either cook something for dinner or order out, whatever you want. Then, maybe you'll let us make you feel good?"

A smile finally spread across their face, their cheeks going red with it. "Really? you'd do that for me?"

Sasha kissed them gently. "I'd do anything for you."

#drag racer au #prompt request

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rosavulpes · 1 year

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Shuichi asked for a smooch!

ENDLESS hours poured into studying rendered the teens into exhaustion. Rather than taking the risk of traveling exhausted, Yuuki's father asked the gentleman to stay to rest. Offering the guest room and some extra clothes for Minamino to change into. As Yuuki was about to turn in for the night, she pondered if the moment was right to thank him for his effort to tutor her. A short knock to the bedroom and a hesitant 'Shuichi-san' was cut short as the door creeks open. Showing Shuichi already fast asleep. Smiling gently and in mid-motion to close the door, Yuuki saw how the moonlight shone a light into his features as he slept. "Shuici-san? Are you..." He was in pain. Brows furrowed and hands clutching the sheets. Yuuki hesitantly crosses the door frame and kneels beside him. Placing a soft hand on his forehead and remembering what her father did for her when she had dreams of RED and mismatched EYES watching her from sleep. Yuuki hums a distant lullaby, fingers combing through his forehead. And when the lines of stress slowly disappear, and his hands finally relax, Yuuki smiles to herself and plants a kiss on top of his head. Slowly she tiptoes out of the room, letting it be consumed by the moonlight again.

Even though teaching was not something he wished to explore as a future career path later on in his life , he’d always seen that the most effective teachers we’re always the ones that could make the subject matter more engaging to their students .

Either through examples illustrating real world situations and problems that could be resolved through their teachings , or by emphasizing problem solving abilities overall to show that even the most insurmountable of problems could be resolved with enough dedication and time .

The genuine desire to learn was infectious after all . Spark curiosity in one , and others will follow suite .

That was what the bulk of Shuichi’s teaching methods during their tutoring sessions had revolved around as they went over math , science , history , and more throughout the evening . Hours segmented to cover each category where she needed help . Relating the subject matter at hand to real world instances where this knowledge could be applied .

She’d taken to it quite well ! At least he hoped that she did , and regardless of how effective he was as a tutor he certainly wouldn’t mind doing this again if she needed more help still . He’d barely noticed the hours that had gone by , the benefit of being in the company of a good friend .

Though , on this night in particular , despite knowing that it would be best for him to head back to the Night Class’s dormitory to sleep in his own room ... his emotions we’re more .. sensitive tonight then he’d have admitted . All the more reason why his time with Yuuki had been enjoyed so much . It had been a means to distract himself , a means to forget for a while at least .

His shivering , and his pained expression a result of the dreams born from memories of the past only few knew of him . Not as Shuichi Minamino , but as Fox Demon Yoko Kurama .

Today was an anniversary for him of sorts . The day he’d made his first descent into the human world ... after having been captured , and beaten to near death in the demon world .

Of course , he hadn’t been planning for it to be his last ... but had he pulled it off ? It would have certainly been one of his greatest robberies . One that had been meticulously planned between himself , and another . One the very few demons in existence that he could wholly trust , even consider a friend .

Why this heist had failed when so many others had succeeded ? He’d been asking himself that question for years now but ultimately knowing the answer wouldn’t change what had followed afterwards . He’d lost his friend in the aftermath , most likely slain .

His descent into the human world , rebirth as a human ? All of it going through his mind at once .

As a human , she might not have been able to feel it but , his instinctual reaction to her touch had been to make his presence known . Akin to a flash of fangs . An animal awakening to an invader inside of it's den . Underneath his bed sheets , a long barbed vine grew quickly from one of the plant seeds he kept on his person . Sprouting forwards from the demonic aura subtly leaking from him ... and had been at the ready to viciously strike a Yuuki had it not been for her lullaby .

Her lullaby ... reminding him of the one treasure he held most sacred above all other things he’s ever coveted . So as his expression calms , so too does the vine wither away .

His demonic aura settling quietly as his thoughts turn to her , holding him softly as she always does . Calming him down , and dispelling his doubts .

#papillionsoul #ic. shuichi minamino #ooc. hope you like this ! ^ ^

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August 10th, 7:37-10:19pm

She sent a quick text to Wendy when she finally made it onto her block. Wendy met her at the front door, allowing her to quietly slip inside. They silently went up to Wendy’s room. The second Wendy closed the door behind them, Wendy pulled Tammy into a hug. Tammy collided into Wendy with a quiet ‘oof’ before hesitantly wrapping her arms around her. They didn’t hug each other very often. The only times Wendy was really affectionate with her was when Tammy was seriously injured. It was jarring, but not at all unwelcome. “Are you okay?”

“Are you?”

“I’m not sure,” Tammy murmured.

“I’m not alright,” Wendy responded shakily.

“Talk to me.” She was met with an eerie silence. “Wendy.”

“What happened last night?”

“What happened yesterday?”

Wendy stiffened in her arms. “We told you guys what happened.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why?”

“I’m afraid if we tell anyone we’re just gonna lose them.” It was so quiet. Broken.

Tammy tightened her arms around Wendy. “You saw something, didn’t you?” Wendy nodded against her. “Something that didn’t make sense,” she tried.

“What do you know?”

“They corrupted, didn’t they?”

Wendy pulled back, looking at her fiercely. “How do you know that?”

“Red knows. She told me what happens when we corrupt.”

“When?”

“Last night. And then I had to hold her down while I purified her.”

Wendy’s eyes widened. “Please tell me what exactly happened last night.”

Tammy hesitantly walked over to her bed and took a seat. “It might help fill in some blanks, but it’s a lot.”

Wendy took a seat next to her. “Okay.”

Tammy proceeded to tell her about what happened the night prior. In exchange, Wendy offered Tammy exactly what she saw earlier that day. The two were both confused. If Wendy was reccounting correctly, they witnessed Tweek and Craig transforming into angels. But someone had to have seen Craig in the days before that. There was no way he could’ve turned into a mod without anyone even noticing. It didn’t make any sense.

When Wendy started to cry, Tammy was quick to pull her against her. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright.”

“Is it?”

She ran a gentle hand through Wendy’s hair. “We’re gonna figure this out. And then we’ll deal with it.” She combed her fingers through half of Wendy’s hair before sectioning it.

A shaky laugh bubbled out of Wendy. “What are you doing?”

“Braiding your hair,” she murmured.

“Why?”

“Because this is what gal pals are supposed to do and I’m trying to distract you.”

Wendy breathed out a laugh. “You don’t seem like you’d be good at braiding hair.”

“I’m probably not. I can barely see what I’m doing.” Wendy leaned into her the tiniest bit more, giving her a better view. Her stomach flipped. “Thanks,” she muttered.

“Can I braid yours after?” Wendy whispered.

Tammy laughed quietly. “I don’t think I'd look too good with my hair braided.”

“You always look good.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me, Testaburger,” she teased.

“Shut up, tumor,” she muttered. “Let me do your hair.”

“But braids look so weird on me,” Tammy protested.

“Fine. Let me do your roots then.”

Tammy let out a quiet gasp, feigning offense. “Are you saying my hair is grown out?”

“Mhm. I have a box of dye here we can use.”

Tammy laughed. “Really?”

“I mean, you kinda do suck at doing the back.”

Tammy fumbled slightly with the hair tie around her wrist and she finished up Wendy’s braid. “That’s why Marj and Bebe always do it,” she muttered.

“I’ll do it for you.”

“Okay.”

Tammy was happy to spend nearly the entire day with Wendy engaging in near mindless distractions from what life had to offer them, despite having not slept at all. Wendy dyed her hair before they crawled into her bed and watched a movie, quietly engaging in random gossip that meant absolutely nothing to either of them. It meant so much to Tammy. She remembered a point when all she really wanted was a best friend like this. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be.

But she also knew they couldn’t just stay in their tiny little bubble they’d managed to create. They needed answers. There had to be something. There was no way they couldn’t fight the storm. There was no way the only thing fate had to offer magical girls was going through a merciless cycle. And if this was it for them, they’d go down kicking, screaming, clawing, and biting. They would take the storm with them.

It was getting late. She felt like her brain was turning into a fried egg. She looked over and tentatively reached a hand out, brushing it against the side of Wendy’s cheek. Wendy looked at her with a small smile. “What’s up?” she murmured.

The action caught up with Tammy. She wanted to get her attention, but now Tammy felt like there was a huge spotlight on her. She retracted her hand, trying not to get too caught up in the undeniable butterflies she was feeling. “I gotta bounce,” she said quietly. “I haven’t slept in like…” she took a peek at her phone. “Yeah, like 31 hours.”

A laugh bubbled out of Wendy. “You could’ve slept here.”

“I wanted to hang out with you.”

Wendy playfully rolled her eyes. “Text me when you get home safe, okay?”

“Whatever you say, emo.”

“Night, concussion-queen.”

Tammy laughed quietly as she slipped out of her bed. She silently made her way down the stairs and into the night. She took a deep breath as she started walking towards her house. She stepped inside, ignoring her parents yelling and went straight up to her room. After using a purifier, she did what she was determined to do since she’d left Bebe’s house.

Tammy Warner: I want to talk to you.

Tammy Warner: In person.

Dovakien: Where?

A chill ran down Clyde’s spine when his phone buzzed in rapid succession. He hesitantly picked it up from next to him. He had a feeling he knew exactly what it was. Just another thing to further send everyone spiraling. He didn’t want to look but he had to know.

Brimmy: Hello, Clyde.

Brimmy: I have been trying to respect that you guys cut contact, despite the fact that that is so completely against the rules, but things are getting dire. If things don’t change soon, your entire group is going to fall.

Clyde’s stomach churned painfully as fresh tears started to slip out. This was a cruel trick. Mods had to be evil. There had to be a clear bad guy and it couldn’t just be Leslie.

Clyde Donovan: Fuck you

Clyde Donovan: Not falling for it

Before he could even lock his phone, an answer appeared.

Brimmy: Clyde, you’re the only person I can trust to not shoot me upon arrival. There are things you guys need to know. Losing Tweek, Craig, and Stan was a major loss. Emotionally, I can’t imagine what you guys are going through, but at this point, you will lose the war. Please let me help you guys.

Clyde Donovan: You want to help us?

He was taken aback. This was a trick. This was a lie and Clyde was stupid enough to get his hopes up while he quietly sobbed. The previous messages disappeared as if they were never there.

Brimmy: It’s not safe to discuss anything on here.

Brimmy: I’m going to approach you. Please do not try to kill me upon arrival. I truly mean you and your group no harm.

The second Clyde read them, they disappeared. He locked his phone and curled in on himself. He was probably going to die. Tweek, Craig, and Stan died. Heidi was probably dead. They were all much stronger than him. It didn’t make sense that he was still alive.

“Clyde.”

His hands ran up to through his hair as more tears poured out. He was gonna lose it just like Craig did. That was Stan’s voice. They were all gonna die. He was gonna be next.

“Clyde.”

He shook his head. “Go away,” he sobbed.

He let out a scream of pure terror when something grabbed his wrist. Hallucinations weren’t supposed to be able to touch you. He shot upwards into a seated position, eyes widening in horror when he saw Stan holding a purifier to his wrist. “You need to calm down.”

“STAN?!”

Stan’s face remained unmoving. Stoic. It reminded him of Craig. But he was gray. Everything about him was black, white, or everything in between. He needed to get a grip. He was obviously losing it. “I’m not…” He frowned slightly. “Right. No. I’m Brimmy.”

He jerked away like the imposter in front of him was on fire. “WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE HIM?!”

“Calm down.”

“NO! YOU STOLE HIS FACE! IS THAT HOW HE-”

“Clyde, seriously. Chill out. I just look like Stan. I didn’t take his face. This is my face.”

“NO! NO! YOU CAN’T-”

He felt like he was going into shock when he registered the hard slap across his face. “You need to breathe,” he said calmly.

He took a shaky deep breath, looking at Brimmy. He blinked a few times. This was not Stan. There were a few differences. But upon first glance, he was sure that was Stan. “That’s fucking scary,” he breathed out.

“If I had the ability to change my face, I would’ve,” he muttered. “Sorry for scaring you. I didn’t mean to make you worse.”

A bitter laugh came from him. “Cut the shit. If you’re here to kill me, just do it.”

Brimmy looked unimpressed. “Did you not read my messages?”

“I don’t believe you. It’s a trick. You’re gonna lull me into a false sense of security, because I’m the stupid one, and then you’re gonna kill and me and laugh!”

Brimmy took a frustrated deep breath. “I am not trying to lull you into anything. You should be freaked out. I chose you because if I chose Kenny or Kyle, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. You were my best bet.”

“Why didn’t you choose one of the girls?”

“I don’t have contracts with them. I can’t see where they are or communicate with them unless I’m invited in. Also, I’m certain they would probably be more in line with Kenny and Kyle at the moment.”

“But Bebe loves her mod!”

“The last time I spoke with Dovakien, he said they were all losing touch. You were quite literally my best, and safest bet.”

“So you wouldn't have chosen me if there was a better offer?” It was a stupid, very childish, extremely irrelevant question to ask. But now Clyde was just feeling combative.

“I think it’s very clear I would’ve chosen the best option, given the severity of the situation. Frankly, I figured I would be having this talk with Craig.”

“Well I’m sorry but Craig can’t fucking come to the phone right now!” Clyde yelled, sob cutting through him. He didn’t stop glaring at Brimmy as little hiccups cut him off.

Brimmy made a face. Clyde vaguely registered it as regret. Guilt, maybe? “I apologize. That was a cruel thing to say. I forget, sometimes.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for your loss. Truly.” Clyde just nodded slowly. “But I need you to get the others together. Everyone. With Tweek and Craig’s deaths, Leslie has written your entire group off as dead. She is no longer listening. You can still take her down. But you guys need information. Information that I have. So I need to speak with all of you.”

“You’re not going to kill all of us once we’re in the same room?”

“Kenny would be able to kill me ten times over before I got a hand on any of you.”

“Okay,” he breathed out. “What do I do?”

“I need you to call Kenny. Get everyone together but Bebe Stevens. If Marjorine has to be excluded, so be it. But if Bebe Stevens hears part of this conversation, she will fall. I am certain of it.”

He nodded slowly. A shaky hand picked up his phonee. He kept his eyes on Brimmy as he let muscle memory take over, turning on his microphone access. He glanced over as he swiped up back to his homescreen and clicked on the little shortcut icon. Gentle trills started and he raised the phone to his ear. “Hi, Clyde,” Kenny greeted tiredly.

Clyde’s stomach twisted. He sounded so exhausted. So sad. “I have to tell you something that may be very upsetting,” he said nervously.

There was a small sigh. “That’s okay. I’ll be okay. You can tell me anything, remember?”

“I’m with Brimmy.”

A chill ran down his spine when he heard nothing but the keypad on Kenny’s safe. “Where are you?”

“I’m not gonna tell you if you’re gonna shoot him.”

“Clyde, I have your location.” There was a pause. “I’m on my way.”

“Kenny! Slow down.”

There was a long pause. “What?”

“Brimmy has information for us that’s really important. He’s not hurting me. He just kinda saved me.” Clyde gave Brimmy a small not in acknowledgement. It just dawned on him that Brimmy actually purified him when he first got here.

“Okay…” There was a deep breath. “Clyde, what the fuck.” He sounded more frustrated than anything, which Clyde silently took as a win. Kenny wasn’t freaking out. He was just rightfully confused and annoyed. Clyde could work with that.

“Alright, long story short. We need to have a meeting. Kyle, Wendy, Tam, Marj if possible, and you and me obviously.”

“Why not Bebe?”

Clyde looked at Brimmy for help. “You can tell him what I told you.”

“What did he tell you?” Kenny asked.

Clyde made a face. “Bebe can’t have access to the specific information he has.”

“Why?”

Brimmy just said she’d die. But that wasn’t exactly something Clyde felt like he could just say. He held up his wrist and shot Brimmy a questioning look. Brimmy nodded. “He think’s that’ll push her over the edge. We can’t lose anymore people.”

Kenny breathed out a sigh. “Let me see what I can do about Marj. No promises though.

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Dolce/Lest 31, 19. Don't go with the obvious choice. Or totally do. Thank you! And sorry if it's too late

(So sorry for the delay Nonny, I kinda forgot I wrote these prompts last month until just now 😬)

Anywho. I definitely didn't go with the obvious choice for this prompt when it comes to getting walked in on. Can't tell you why, but the first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt was "Someone's gonna get walked in on while changing clothes" and this is what sprung from it. Poor Dolce just does NOT know what to do with her crush. RIP.

I hope you enjoy!

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It wasn’t often that Lest got presents. He was usually the one rolling up every few days with something in his bag to pass off to a friend as an impromptu gift with ‘just because’ being the usual answer when asked ‘why?’ Sometimes he spent the day cooking just to give everyone their favorite dish. Half the produce that came from his fields seemed to end up as a present to townsfolk. And then there were the memorable times when he emerged from the dungeon with some hard-earned trophy or prize from a battle with a monster, and he turned around and gave it to someone else. People sometimes asked him why he gave so much when he often received so little in return. ‘Thanks’ was not enough for the blood, sweat, and tears he put into getting some gifts for people. Lest always said he didn’t do it for reciprocation. He liked surprising people with an unexpected gift, or a favored food when they least expected it, or were having a bad day. He found great joy in the act giving. He didn’t need anything else. That wasn’t to say he was never given something in return. The dish-trading “war” Lest and Dylas had going on was six months strong, and showed no signs of slowing down. People often gave what they could or what they had when they came across something that made them think ‘Lest would like this.’ Dolce had been working on her gift back to Lest for months now. Over the summer Lest had gifted her a mountain of yarn after she’d expressed interest in taking up knitting again after her long sleep. And after receiving a huge batch of yarn from Lest’s own woolies, which he had spun and dyed himself to a lovely earthy brown color, Dolce had decided she was going to put this yarn to good use and give something back to Lest. She was going to make him a sweater!

She stubbornly ignored any teasing from Pico or Nancy about the alleged ‘Boyfriend Sweater curse.’ Mostly because such curses were silly to begin with. And also because Lest was not her boyfriend. Couldn’t have a boyfriend-related curse if there was no boyfriend to begin with. Nor was this sweater a declaration of anything boyfriend-intended either. It was simply Dolce’s way of showing Lest how much she appreciated him.

She had to be a little surreptitious to figure out his measurements. She would not let Pico sneak into his room while he slept with a measuring tape. She found out through other means, and maybe guessed here and there. There were several false starts when she just could not get her gauge to cooperate. The first try would have ended up with a sweater more suited to fit a man of Bado’s frame, the second attempt would have made a sweater that would barely fit Amber. But finally she got it right and she spent many long hours working up a sweater, stitch by stitch into the late hours of the night.

And just as Autumn was ending and the weather was turning to the chill of winter, when sweaters would be very much needed and wanted, Dolce had hers ready. The next time Lest came around with another ‘just because’ gift, she would have something to give back to him in return.

Just as predicted, almost like clockwork, Lest came into the clinic, saying ‘hello’ to Jones and Nancy and turned to Dolce, already digging in his bag. “Found something in the dungeon. Thought you might have some fun seeing if it’s worth spinning.”

He handed over a bundle of what must have been fur or hair, Dolce couldn’t begin to imagine what kind of monster it came from, but it carried some interesting energy in the fibers, and it did look like a suitable candidate for turning into yarn. Already her fingers itched to give it a try. “Thank you,” she said, clutching the gift to her chest. “I’ll have to show you how it works up, when I get the chance. I can’t wait to give it a try!”

Lest’s cheeks pinked, and he scratched at the back of his head muttering, “Oh it’s not much, nothing special.” Then he paused, as if deciding to say something more. Instead he swallowed his words and said, “Well, I’d better run.”

“No wait, I have something for you too.” Dolce caught him by the sleeve before he could retreat from the clinic. “It’s upstairs.”

And taking Lest by the hand, she guided him up to the second floor, ignoring Nancy’s knowing smile as they passed her on the way up. She held her breath when she presented Lest with the wrapped package. And only breathed again when he held up the sweater exclaiming, “Wow, this is incredible? And you made it for me? Oh it’s so soft.”

He rubbed the sweater against his cheek. “I mean, I know I made the yarn, but I swear it was not this nice when I gave it to you. You’ve put some magic in it to make it even better.” He beamed at her, and Dolce felt her cheeks warm up.

She’d expected him to like it, but she didn’t think he would heap so many praises on it. Then he asked a question she wasn’t expecting.

“Can I try it on here?”

“O-oh, of course. You can change in my room.” She directed him needlessly to the door, he’d been in there a number of times before.

“Be out in a jiffy,” Lest promised, closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door shut, Pico appeared right in front of Dolce’s face, chattering happily and excitedly endlessly. “Did you see his face, Dolly? He loves it so much! And the way he held it against his cheek, bet you wish he was holding your hand there instead of the sweater. And you know what else, you worked so long on it, I bet it smells like you too, and he’s gonna take it home and notice and—”

“Quite Pico!” Dolce hissed, swatting her ghost friend away like she was a gnat. Just above the chatter she heard Lest say something but hadn’t been able to catch the words.

She already had her hand on the doorknob, turning it without thinking to step into the room as she said, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over Pico. Would you mind saying that again?”

Then she stopped cold. Her eyes were locked on Lest and she could feel her face burning up. What she’d thought she’d heard was just Lest complimenting the sweater again. She had thought that meant he’d put it on. She had thought it was safe to enter her room.

Whatever he had said it wasn’t remotely close to ‘Come check out your handiwork and see how well it fits!’

Dolce walked in to find Lest half into the sweater. He’d removed his shirt, and his chest was bare. And instead of doing the reasonable and polite thing and averting her eyes from this unintended show of skin, Dolce found she could only stare as her beautiful handiwork covered chest and stomach and abs as Lest pulled the sweater on. She lifted her eyes just as his head popped out from the neck of the sweater. He caught her staring with a little, “Oh.”

Dolce wanted to die right there. Or sink through the floor like Pico could. She thought she would combust with how hot her face felt. Quickly she averted her eyes. “S-sorry, I thought you were dressed.”

Lest laughed, though his cheeks were growing red too. “No worries! Look, it fits perfectly,” he lifted his arms and did a little spin to show off how well the sweater was made to fit him. “And it’s so soft, it feels incredible against my skin.”

Somewhere behind her, Dolce heard Pico break out into a fit of laughter. The heat drained from her face as other ideas of what might feel good against Lest’s skin so rudely invited themselves into the forefront of her mind, because that was certainly not what he meant. And before anything else could so rudely insert itself into the situation (like a certain ghost with the giggle fits) Dolce put an end to it.

She gathered up Lest and began bundling him towards the door and down the stairs. “Right, well I’m so glad to see it fits. I hope it keeps you warm through the winter. Maybe I’ll make a matching hat or some mittens. I still have some yarn left over. But like you said earlier, you’d better run. I’m sure you still have lots of important business to tend to today. Bye Lest, thanks for stopping by!”

And she pushed him unceremoniously into the street, closing the clinic door behind him. Jones and Nancy watched her with masks of placidity on their faces.

“So,” the doctor broached slowly, cautiously. “Did he like the sweater?”

Dolce did not grace him with a response. She rushed back upstairs, closing herself in her room, to burn in her embarrassment in private. As she dropped onto her bed and called muffled curses into her pillow about how incredibly awkward the whole thing had become. If only she’d waited two more seconds for a response before barging in!

After a minute or two of quiet despair, Dolce realized something. In her rush to get him out the door, Lest’s shirt had been left behind on her bed. Just as she realized this, she heard Nancy’s voice carrying clearly and brightly up the stairs.

“Lest, back so soon! Did you forget something?” Dolce groaned, balling up the shirt in her hands. Good gods, this embarrassment would never end!

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Let’s talk about zodiacs and TPN Part 1

This is largely inspired by the fact that I talk about the characters’ zodiacs nonstop in the fanfic I’m working on for my tpn witch au, and I’ve been chortling to myself the entire time about how well some of them fit their sign and how some of them just... don’t. I’m going to simply infodump about each character, their sign, element, and some attributes they fit to a t while others don’t make sense. I will also touch on compatibility for all you shippers out there, don’t worryyy. Now this isn’t at all a critique or review of the characters themselves— I know astrology is not the first thing authors consider when choosing character birthdays, if they even do at all, this is simply me rambling about my hyperfixation and projecting onto fictional characters like we all do.

A couple last notes— one character in particular (cough cough Ray) has a different “canon” birthdate from “actual” so I’ll discuss both. Also, while I will be doing surface level research to make sure I’m not talking out of my ass, im not a professional astrologist, I’m simply a witch with an enthusiasm for zodiacs. Well then, without further ado, let’s talk about the kiddos.

Emma

Birthdate: August 22nd

Sign: Leo

Element: Fire

An overview: The funniest thing to me about Emma is that she’s literally the epitome of a Leo. Fire signs are generally very outgoing and energetic—they talk a lot and tend to be the leaders of the packs. Leos in particular are incredibly admirable and truly know their way around a conversation. If I ever wanted to get stuck in an elevator for 48 hours with no wifi or connection to the outside world and only one random stranger to talk to for the entire duration, I would pick a Leo in a heartbeat. Emma is very much the leader-type, she’s someone everyone pauses and listens to when she calls for their attention, and she always prefers to talk her way out of conflict rather than fight—but not in an underhanded manipulative way, no, Leos are very genuine with their feelings and will be upfront about their reasons for their actions.

Take this scene between Emma and Leuvis for example— this to me is about the closest to perfect of a summary of what Leos are like, and how Emma fits her sign beautifully.

She doesn’t want to fight, but she will if she has to—for the good of her friends and the good of humanity. She can stick to her ideals and yet extend a hand to the enemy anyway. This is what makes Leos such a force to be reckoned with in leadership roles.

Compatibility and ships: I know I know, this is the part you’re most excited about. I’m going to attempt to refrain from sharing my opinion on each ship itself, I will simply point out which have the highest compatibility levels. First of all, essentially all signs are most compatible with 1. Other signs of the same element and 2. Their compliment sign, their elemental opposite.

Since Emma is a fire sign, she’s generally compatible with other fire signs (Sagittarius, Aries, and of course Leo) as well as Air signs (Aquarius, Gemini, and Libra). So speaking broadly, she’s compatible of course with Norman as an Aries, as well as Ray IF he truly is an Aquarius. But if we narrow it down a little bit, I should mention that fire signs being fire signs can often clash with each other because both their energies are so high (personal experience lmao), and therefore their elemental opposite, air, are generally the way to go. Usually you’ll find on astrological charts and sites that Leos are most compatible with Geminis and Aquariuses, so Ray again if he is an Aquarius, and then we bring Violet into the picture because she’s a Gemini. (Uh, speaking as a Gemini, Leos are my favorite people to date, and I always seem to crush on them as well. I have a problem. A Leo problem.) I’m so sorry Gilemma shippers but fire and earth signs are like the worst combo, I don’t know how this happened because I love Gilemma with all my heart. The stars simply did not align for us this time

Norman

Birthdate: March 21st

Sign: Aries

Element: Fire

Overview: okay listen. I didn’t believe Norman was an Aries at first because he’s not as high energy as most fire signs, but then the more I thought about it, the more it just makes sense. The most key trait to an Aries is loyalty. They are so incredibly loyal and caring to the people they love that they often neglect themselves in the process. They can be very quick to anger if someone hurts or insults their friend, and are unafraid to start a fight or commit morally gray or even black actions in service of their loved ones. Point is you don’t mess with an Aries’ family or friends. You will get burned.

All the loyalty applies to Norman so incredibly well—the way that his plans and actions revolve entirely around Emma and Ray, and the way that he sacrifices himself for their escape even though he’s terrified of dying. But even more so this loyalty strikes you in the face when he returns as William Minerva, willing and committed to full on genocide all to keep his friends alive and safe. As I’ve said Aries are quick to anger, which seemingly isn’t very present in cool-headed, thoughtful Norman, but then you remember this:

Look at his expression. Even if he doesn’t easily lose his cool, when he does it’s terrifying. So essentially Norman is a much more subtle Aries— he’s not in your face aggressive or full of energy, but he has all the hidden signs. So yeah, I honestly can’t think of any other sign that describes him better. Norman is an Aries.

Compatibility and ships: being a fire sign and all, Norman’s compatibility is actually very similar to Emma’s. He’s compatible with other Fire signs (Sagittarius, Leo, and Aries) as well as Air signs (Libra, Aquarius, and Gemini). Speaking broadly that makes him compatible with Emma and Ray again, but narrowing it down Aries are much better in general with Libras and Leos so congrats Noremma shippers you won.

Ray

“Canon” Birthdate: January 15th

“Actual” Birthdate: February 5th

“Canon” sign: Capricorn

“Actual” sign: Aquarius

“Canon” Element: Earth

“Actual” Element: Air

Overview: alright Ray is a bit of a mixed bag to unpack. Because it’s been stated that Ray’s January 15th birthday is not his actual birthday outside of the source material, then it’s reasonable for me to count both birthdays because people have different ideas of what’s canon and what’s not. Interestingly enough though, Ray does indeed fit well enough into both the Capricorn and Aquarius signs, however I personally believe one shows through him better than the other.

We’ve been talking about fire signs for Emma and Norman so it’s finally time to dive into two other elements! We’ll start with Capricorn then, the Earth sign. The most important thing to remember is that the Earth signs are the most grounded and practical. If you want someone who can give you logical and rational advice, your best bet would be the Earth signs (Air signs are also good at this but this ain’t about them. Although you will notice some overlap in traits between these two, particularly in Capricorns and Aquariuses).

We can already see the ‘practical’ side show through in Ray by the way he hyperfocuses on taking Norman and Emma to escape but insists on leaving the other kids behind. This isn’t to say he doesn’t feel for them, on the contrary, Earth signs are indeed very in tune with their emotions and empathy, but Capricorns really know how to set that part of them aside in favor of the calm and certain route. They like tangible solutions, things they can grasp with the least amount of risk, and they’re very resistant to changes—like giant rocks. This is also noticeable in how Ray gets so very flustered by Norman and Emma’s impulsivity. He clashes with both of them because Earth signs prefer to take things slow while Fire signs just like to make a leap and hope for the best.

Note how Emma says “not that I mind...” meanwhile Ray is out here going “I MIND!!” Which we learn is because of his identity as the spy. He’s got his own plan and a tangible solution to shoot for, and Norman and his impulsivity and Emma going along with it is messing everything up. Thus, he forcibly retakes control of the situation via making a deal with Norman after the traitor is revealed. Very Capricorn stuff.

And if you want an image that just completely sums up the Capricorn in Ray, here you go:

On the OTHER hand, if we’re to go off Ray’s “actual” birthdate, which was so lovingly calculated by Tempo, then we get Aquarius Ray, the Air sign. The most important things to note about the air signs is that they’re the thinkers—the farthest from impulsive, they’re the least in tune with their emotions, and they are oh so horribly indecisive. Where Earth signs will be able to give advice that adheres to both logic and emotion, Air signs stick purely to logic. Where Earth signs are able to make calm and rational decisions, Air signs will agonize over options and often find themselves lost, searching perpetually for a solution with no cracks in it. Hello. I’m an Air sign. :’))

I’m gonna come right out and say it. I hate Aquarius men. Aquarius women and enby folks, they’re great. But Aquarius men? I may, as a Gemini, get along with them in surface level casual conversation, but behind every Aquarius man’s back is a Mal waiting to strangle him the moment I am given the opportunity. I’m so sorry Ray my son but you are not an Aquarius okay. Alright. Well, let’s just talk about the parts of him that do fit Aquarius.

So from the very start Ray is obviously a thinker, someone who considers his options very carefully before he makes a decision, and someone who hates making choices based solely on emotion. In fact, he hates expressing emotions at all. Aquariuses are very good at repressing or hiding their emotions behind other emotions (most air signs are). The most common way to do this is to put up a wall of either numbness or full-on rage. We can see both in Ray.

Instead of showing vulnerability in a healthy way, he would rather do that. Ok cool Ray.

Aquariuses can also be very quiet people, and Ray’s pretty dang quiet for most of the series too. They’re the intellectuals you know are intellectuals even though they aren’t up in your face about it. Their reserved nature makes them 10x scarier when they’re genuinely angry, because boy can an Aquarius rage.

The thing about Aquarius Ray for me here is that while Ray does indeed have Aquarius energy, it’s not the Core of Ray. To me he’s so much more of an Earth sign, so therefore I diagnose Ray with Capricorn.

Compatibility and ships: ok this is a mixed bag again. Now if you got Aquarius Ray then of course he’s compatible with other Air signs (Gemini, Libra, and Aquarius) and Fire signs (Leo, Aries, and Sagittarius), which would make him compatible with Norman and Emma for sure, as well as probably Ayshe for you Rayshe shippers because my personal HC is Aquarius Ayshe.

If you’ve got Capricorn Ray, then Capricorns are compatible with other earth signs (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn) and their compliment water signs (Cancer, Pisces, and Scorpio), though they’re best with Cancers and Tauruses. So yes, Anna is a Taurus, which makes Rayanna a compatible pair. But guess who’s a Cancer. Don. ALL MY RAYDON SHIPPERS GET OUT HERE YOU COWARDS IM CALLING YOUR NAME. YOU WIN THE SHIP GAME.

Gilda

Birthdate: May 13th

Sign: Taurus

Element: Earth

Overview: So again with the practical and grounded Earth signs. Tauruses now, are the most stubborn of them, which can be a little irritating at times, but it’s also a great asset when you consider how reliable they truly are. They’re bulls, which makes them solid and difficult to move, and you can always fall back on them when you’ve leapt too far ahead. Gilda is of course the epitome of reliable, and her stubbornness does show through at times—like when she’s the one person against Emma going out into danger all the time, constantly trying to talk her down into a more practical and certain solution. She’s also the first to attempt to bring Emma to see Ray’s side of the escape plan, which is very earth sign of both of them good job guys.

Compatibility and ships: I know I know I’m still upset Gilemma isn’t compatible astrologically but we can talk about other Gilda ships! Tauruses are most compatible with other earth signs (Capricorn, Virgo, and Taurus) and water signs (Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces) which makes her compatible with our other lovely Taurus, Anna! Gilanna shippers unite. But they’re best with Cancers and Scorpios, which means Gildon is is at highest compatibility.

Don

Birthdate: July 4th

Sign: Cancer

Element: Water

Overview: HEY YALL ITS TIME TO TALK ABOUT MY LEAST FAVORITE SIGNS: W A T E R. (I’m sorry my water friends, I’m sure you’re lovely, but as an air sign I am always extremely suspicious of water signs at first meeting because our compatibility is so low it might as well not exist) So the water signs are at the absolute highest emotional level. This can make them extraordinarily kind and nurturing, but it can also make them absolutely unreasonable and destructive. None is this more present than in Cancers, one of the most sensitive signs, but also one of the most empathetic. We can tell very clearly in Don that he wears his emotions on his sleeve—he’s unafraid to cry or show his anger, but he also takes very good care of his younger siblings and shows such an intense concern for them that it can become frightening.

He’s such a good boy 🥺

Compatibility and ships: okay so same drill, Cancers are generally compatible with other Water signs (Scorpio, Pisces, and Cancer) as well as Earth signs (Taurus, Capricorn, and Virgo) though their highest compatibility is with Tauruses and Capricorns. So again. GILDON AND RAYDON SHIPPERS R I S E.

God I’m so sorry if I cause a ship war. I rambled for too long and I’m very tired, so you only get these five characters for now. BUT! That’s why it’s a part 1. If you want more please feel free to harass me in my ask inbox about the characters you want me to overanalyze the signs of. Gemini out!

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“So, did you get enough sleep last night?”

“I barely got four hours in, and then nada—couldn’t sleep afterwards.” You stifle a yawn that escapes from your mouth.

Jaesung hands you a cup of freshly made espresso. Its sweet aroma coaxes your consciousness awake. You take the small porcelain and down the drink all in one shot. Contrary to its fragrance, however, an acidic and bitter taste travels down your throat. A warm buzz immediately spreads all over your body.

You stretch out your arms and legs, feeling the tension in your muscles. “Damn. Thanks, I really needed that.”

“No problem. Now that you mention it, you don’t look too good, like you haven’t slept for a month.”

It certainly feels like it—your head always feels like it’s being split into two, your eyelids drop like they’re tied down to anvils, and your movements are so sluggish you might as well have been frozen in carbonite.

You always seem to be on edge these days, always expecting something wrong to happen in an instant. You’ve been feeling a little uneasy—especially in your workspace—for some reason.

It’s a good thing you’re in Jaesung’s office; the privacy of his room helped calm you down. His office perfectly fits his persona as an HR counselor, with the plants hanging in front of the walls and motivational posters peppered around the room. They make the place a bit more homey, contrasting the mechanical design of your workplace.

“Have you started drawing again?” Jaesung asks.

You hesitate, tapping on the table a couple times—after a few minutes, you finally cave to Jaesung's stare. “Honestly, not yet. I haven’t fully adjusted to the new flow of things yet. And getting the proper amount of sleep. And—”

Jaesung interrupts your babbling. “I think you need a vacation,”

You raise an eyebrow. “Can you really just hand out vacation days like that?”

“Yes they do. Speaking as your best friend and your counselor, you’re pushing yourself too hard. I don’t want you to burn out too early in the game.”

That’s the feeling. Burnout.

Jaesung hit the nail on the head. This was very unexpected, especially after surviving the busier months of the year. Why now, out of all the times? When your budding architectural career’s starting to stabilize?

“Okay, point taken. But I don’t think we have time to have a vacation! I don’t even have enough vacation leaves yet!”

Jaesung smiles and shakes his head. He grabs his desk calendar and places it right in front of you—four days are encircled on the calendar, each marked with “long weekend!” scribbled in Jaesung’s chicken-scratch handwriting. “You don’t have to take a leave. Did you really forget about the long weekend?” .

The timing couldn’t be more impeccable, but what would you do? Where would you go? Staying at home is not an option due to the enormous backlog of paperwork floating about, and going back to Daegu isn’t an option either—it’d be too sudden, and you wouldn’t want to bother your parents this late. Everyone else likely has plans already, so most places would be fully booked.

Jaesung reaches for his wallet, brings out a card, and hands it out to you. “Here, I think you need this more than me. My family friends just opened up something recently. If you call now, they might still have something vacant for you.”

You trace the highly unorthodox name of the establishment written in light blue cursive letters. What interests you at first is that it’s outside the city, making it a relief to escape the stresses of this hectic city. But what really pulls you in is it’s a private hot springs rental house—which would mean even more relaxation awaits you at no expense to your privacy.

You bite your lip, a bit hesitant to take the offer. “Are you sure, Jae? It even has a discount if I show this card. I’m not sure I can take this.”

“It’s really no biggie, just take it! I already have plans with my wife anyways, we’re going back to her place in Busan.”

“Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“Come back refreshed.”

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It took some time to find the right bus since you've never passed this part of the station. As you climbed in the minibus, only four seats were occupied. Either it's rare for people to be from there, or this must be a tiny village.

All of this pre-planning and rushing have made you a bit nervous. You've never traveled alone like this, but as you settle down in one of the window seats, it finally sinks in that you're finally getting some rest. It's starting to feel like you're on some cliché soul-searching journey.

A couple minutes later, the bus driver enters. He walks down the aisle while scribbling down on his notepad, doing the final inspection before going back to his seat.

“Good afternoon everyone, we are set to depart for Yeumteo Village in Andong. Let’s have a safe trip.”

People must be scrambling for the holiday—the bumper-to-bumper traffic in the city was so bad it took an hour to get out.

Soon enough, the cars cleared out, and the sprawling buildings of Seoul faded away in the background, replaced by spacious green pastures and winding roads that endlessly stretched out. You watch as the dazzling sun slowly sets behind the expansive mountain ranges—it has been ages since you've seen the sunset, so you hope it was a sign of a fresh start.

The slight rocking of the bus and the cold air conditioning were making it hard to stay awake; your eyes were getting heavy.

You lean onto the seat cushion, and your eyes shut…

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A hand shakes your shoulder, coaxing you from your quick nap.

“Excuse me, sir. We’ve arrived.”

It’s hard to open your eyes due to the sharp headache. You shake your head to try and get some relief—it doesn't really work, but it does set off a yawning thank you to the bus driver, who just chuckles before he walks away from you. You rub your eyes open before you stretch and let out another yawn.

Your eyes slowly adjust to the dim lighting of the bus. You move the curtain and look outside. You’re surprised to see that the sky is now pitch-dark, the road only illuminated by the surrounding streetlights—it’s probably going to be harder to find your place for the stay. You stand up, grab your things, and thank the driver again as you pass by him.

Stepping foot onto the road, you're greeted by the cold embrace of the wind, the chirping of the crickets in your ears, and the freshness of petrichor entering your nostrils.

The directions were straightforward, but it would take a couple minutes to find the place. Walking down the road felt unnerving, only guided by some lampposts, but the symphony of crickets accompanying you was strangely comforting.

You see a gated traditional Korean house in the distance that fits the description. A sign hangs on the side of the wall, the familiar cursive letters confirming your thoughts.

“‘My Little Springs.’ I guess it’s a cute name,” you say out loud. You take a deep breath before approaching the big wooden door. There seems to be no doorbell, so you use the heavy door knocker, knocking thrice with the metal knob.

It takes a moment before you hear some shuffling behind the door. A large metal clang is heard, and the door opens up. An elderly woman pops up from behind.

“Oh, hello! Are you Jaesung’s friend?” Her voice is soothing, reminding you of your own grandmother.

“Yes, I am. I’m so sorry for being late. The traffic was heavy getting out of the city, ” you apologize while bowing down to her.

“Oh, don’t be. I’m just glad to see you safe and sound. Let me grab your things, sweetie. You must be exhausted.”

You’re certainly not letting the sweet old lady carry your heavy bags. You quickly snap up from your bow. “Oh it’s no problem, let me! They’re a bit heavy anyways.”

She smiles, then gestures with her arm. “Well, please come in then. Let’s get you settled down. You can call me Daeun.”

You enter the gate. As you step onto the stone path, your jaw drops at the spectacular design of the place. The majestic fir tree stands tall in the middle of the garden, paper lanterns lining its branches. The ground is filled with rich green grass, contrasting the navy blue finish of the rooftop and the white painting on the walls.

“We’ve had this place for generations, lucky enough we had the hot springs to help maintain our costs.”

The two of you enter a long narrow hallway. Daeun opens the first sliding door to your right. “This is your room. I’ll be in the dining area. It’s the last door straight down this hallway. Come by when you're ready.”

You bow and thank Daeun, then enter your room. After removing your shoes, you realize how sore your feet are when your toes curl from the warmth of the heated wooden floor. You release a sigh of relief; it's only starting to sink in that this is the start of your anxiety-free vacation, even if it is just for a few days.

After placing your bags by the entrance, you take in the setup of your room. The wall nearest your bed is adorned with lifelike cherry blossom decor. You trace the realistic branches with your fingers, and to your surprise, it’s handpainted. A small tea table is in the middle of the room with cushions to sit on. The futon looks very enticing to sleep on, its fluffy blanket already calling you to its embrace.

You’d have loved to lie down if it weren’t for your stomach growling loudly. You’ll just have to fix your things later. For now, it is finally time for some dinner. You exit your room and follow the way down the hallway.

You slide open the door, and you’re greeted by the aroma of freshly grilled fish and a mix of spices. The dining room had a view of the garden, adding to the cozy ambiance of the resort. The wide tea table in the middle is set up with four cushions, but only one tray set was placed.

“Ah, you’re just in time.”

You turn your head to see Daeun come out from another sliding door, holding up two trays of food. You walk over to her to grab hold of one of the trays. “Let me help carry mine for you, ma’am.”

“You’re too kind. Thank you, dearie. And no formalities here, please. Just call me Daeun.”

You help Daeun prepare the table, setting down the plates of grilled mackerel, bowls of kimchi rice, and some assorted pickled vegetables. The two of you settle down at the dining table.

“Thank you so much for the food!” You pick apart the fish with your chopsticks—the meat falls off effortlessly, some steam rising from the inside. It looks absolutely delicious; you can’t wait to dig in.

“It’s no problem. I hope you enjoy it.”

Before digging in, you notice there’s an empty seat beside you. "Is your husband joining us?"

“Oh, no, he’s already in our room, fast asleep. That’s for my granddaughter. She’ll be coming in a bit late tonight. She’s staying in the room right beside you.

“Now, tell me all about yourself. Jaesung says he’s quite fond of you.”

You try your best to describe yourself to Daeun. The two of you discuss your love of drawing and how it brought you onto your course as a budding architect in an up-and-coming firm. Daeun listens to you intently. She even reveals small tidbits of Jaesung’s younger self, making you laugh with a story about how she found him in the backyard using her mortar and pestle on flowers to create colors.

The conversation dies down a bit, allowing you to finish your food. As you swallow the last morsel of your food, a tiny burp escapes your lips. You smile bashfully, bowing in apology for your manners; the food was just too good!

“You must have been hungry. I’ll take that as a compliment,” Daeun says, who chuckles afterward.

Suddenly you hear footsteps from the hallway. The sliding doors jitter open, and you feel your heart skip a beat to the cutest girl you’ve ever seen in your life.

This petite angel has graced your eyes with her presence—milky skin, adorable pointy nose, oversized glasses that bring out her wide cat-like eyes. Her cheeks must be the fluffiest things that have ever puffed up. One gaze from this girl could melt even the coldest of hearts. You were a moth drawn to her glow.

The girl approaches Daeun and embraces her tightly. “Hayoung, dearie! I’m so glad you’re finally here.”

Hayoung. What a very adorable name.

Hayoung then turns to you, slightly shocked at your presence. Hayoung quickly recomposes herself to give you a sheepish smile. “Oh, the guest Jaesung-oppa has told us about! Hello!”

You shake off your initial surprise to form some words. “Hello. You have a lovely place here.” You don’t know why you’re suddenly nervous, the thumping of your heart making it harder to focus.

“Thank you! We tried our best to set the place up for you. If you need anything else, just tell me,” Hayoung says as she winks at you playfully. Your face develops a tiny blush, reeling from the absolute cuteness of this girl.

“How long will you be here, Oppa?”

“Three days. I’ll be leaving by Sunday.”

“That soon? I’m staying here for two weeks! Anyways, if you need a guide, I can show you the best spots around here!”

“That sounds fun.” A yawn almost slips out of you, but you stifle it. “I think I’ll head off to bed. Sorry for not waiting for you, Hayoung.”

“It’s okay! You must be tired from your trip. Here, let me help you up.”

Hayoung offers her hand to you, and you grasp it. She pulls you up a bit too fast, and you almost stumble into her. Instinctively you grab onto her shoulders and place a foot forward to break your momentum.

“O-oh, sorry about that.” Hayoung’s fluffy cheeks are dabbed with a light blush. You quickly realize the close proximity and release your hold on her, feeling your own cheeks heat up.

“N-no problem at all! Um, yeah. I’ll get going. T-thank you for the meal!” You quickly bow to the two of them before exiting the dining room and heading straight into your room.

As you close the screen door, you mentally scream at yourself. Hayoung looked so pretty up close as she looked up with those eyes. She had a hint of blueberry perfume on her too.

Why did you have to be so awkward?

Wait, you just met her, don’t think these thoughts.

You slap your cheeks. Hopefully, it won’t be awkward with Hayoung tomorrow when you see her again.

After calming down, you arrange your belongings from your bag into the cabinets. You take a quick shower and settle down on your bed.

Your thoughts revolve around the prospect of four days here—hopefully it can bring you back up to speed. The warm blanket weighs down on your body, encouraging you to sleep and just let go of your worries. As your head touches the pillow, you are pulled into dreamland.

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Your eyes jolt open at the blaring sound of your cell phone alarm. You were so excited that you forgot to turn it off for the holidays. One tap on the screen silences the annoying disturbance to your sleep. Checking your alarm, you see it is still set to six a.m. It's been a while since you have slept for nine hours straight, but you still feel slightly tired.

Knowing that you can’t fall asleep again, you decide to start the day by freshening up. After changing into comfortable shorts and a tank top, you head outside.

The chilly morning breeze awakens your senses further. With the sun starting to rise, you have a better view of the stunning resort; the colors of the surroundings around you are saturated in the rays of light that begin to peek over the walls.

On your way to get breakfast, you notice a lone figure by the tree. At first you simply just pass by and continue on with your day, but eventually your curiosity gets the better of you.

Moving closer, you realize it's Hayoung in a yoga pose—she is lunging to the side, one arm raised forward while the other pointing at the opposite end. Her eyes are closed, making you hesitate to approach her.

You decide to slowly walk closer to her so as to avoid startling her—a few steps in, however, she opens her eyes and smiles when she recognizes you. “Good morning, Oppa! Did you sleep well?”

“Morning. Yeah, I—”—a big yawn interrupts your train of thought—“well, I thought I did. Still a bit sleepy, it seems.”

Hayoung giggles at you. “Maybe you just need a warm-up. Have you ever done yoga before?”

“I don’t think I have.”

“I can teach you! Care to join me?”

As you ponder her offer, you cannot help but ogle at Hayoung now that you are alone with her. Who knew that under that adorable face was a killer body, her sports bra showing off the shape of her sizable bust, tight-fitting joggers holding onto her pleasingly-shaped legs and butt. Her outfit exposed even more of her porcelain skin, making it very enticing to touch. And that smile, that beautiful smile that could wash away a thousand doubts to light up a room, made her even more sublime.

“Are you still with me, sleepyhead?” Hayoung’s singsong voice anchors you back from your daydreaming. She waves her hand in front of you, smiling mischievously and wriggling her eyebrows as if reading your not-so-pure thoughts.

Your cheeks instantly flush red, your neurons scramble overtime for a quick response. “Um, yeah! Sure, why not.” Smooth recovery, you gawking idiot.

“Just follow me then, and I’ll guide you.” Hayoung lays down an extra yoga mat for you in front of her. You remove your shoes and step on the rubber.

“Remember, after copying me, just close your eyes and listen to my voice. Try to also get an overall ‘feel’ of your surroundings.”

She starts off with a simple pose by raising both arms up, and you follow suit. You close your eyes, and Hayoung instructs you when to breathe in and out.

Admittedly it feels ridiculous at first, but as time passes, you notice that each breath flows out smoothly, and slowly the heavy haze in your head starts to clear out.

It feels like an eternity passes before Hayoung tells you to switch poses.

She has you lunge forward—your thighs slowly loosen up at the much-needed stretch.

The burning sensation in your thighs is strangely relaxing.

Then she has you prone on the mat. As you lift up your chest from the ground, you realize how stiff your back and abdomen were, feeling the burn at body parts you didn’t know you could feel.

Soon enough, it is as if a big knot slowly unravels. All the tension dissipates, and a feeling of warmth spreads throughout your body.

Hayoung finally ends the session with a simple sitting position, with both your legs crossed in front of you.

The chirping of the birds, the blowing of the wind, the rustling of the leaves—it feels you're finally at peace.

“You can open your eyes now.”

It feels like you’ve taken the best nap of your entire life.

You feel somewhat sweaty, but it surprisingly doesn’t feel uncomfortable—the dampness helps cool down your body.

A grin forms on your lips as you enjoy your newfound wakefulness.

“Wow.” It’s the only word you can sum up your feelings with.

“How was it?”

“That was pretty amazing! I feel more energized now.”

Hayoung beams at the result of your session with her. “Glad I could help. You can join me every morning if you’d like. Now let’s go! It’s breakfast!”

You quickly check your watch, and you’re shocked to see it’s already seven a.m. Before you could even react, Hayoung pulls you up from the ground and whisks you away to the dining area.

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After a hearty breakfast, you return to your room to work on your sketchpad. You promised yourself not to bring anything work-related, but you wanted to check if there was any improvement while being on vacation.

An hour in, you were able to recreate part of the building you worked in, though you think something was lacking. Maybe it’s the depth of the shading, the lack of it—whatever it was, it’s very frustrating.

A knock on your door gets your attention.

You slide it open to reveal Hayoung.

Her off-shoulder dress shows more of her porcelain complexion and her slender neck. Although it’s a simple dress, it tapers at her waist and flares out at the hips, enhancing Hayoung’s feminine form—

“Hey, want to go to the village with me? We can have lunch there too!”

The walk to the village was pleasantly balmy, with groups of nimbus clouds scattered across the clear blue sky, which somewhat matches the busy day down below, with people lined up along the small markets that branched out from the main roads and vendors that barked out to passersby to peruse their freshly-made treats or handmade goodies.

As you walk further in, the more modern entryway eventually turns into something that starts to resemble the inn. Most of the houses here now looked like they were transported from the eighties—you would have stopped to wonder how they preserved the old-fashioned architecture, but Hayoung’s enthusiasm is infectious as you watch her point out the notable landmarks around the area.

It must look ridiculous, how a tiny girl is hauling you around.

You would have loved a more leisurely pace to take in the scenery, but the energetic girl dragging you by the wrist keeps you from focusing on one thing at a time. It’s a waste, after all, to not lo—

Hayoung pauses your lightspeed excursion in time for lunch. She leads you to an empty table outside a busy eatery.

The place is so jam-packed that you are surprised so many people can fit in a small restaurant. You notice the waiter is an elderly woman, the only one waiting at the tables. You are a bit worried for her, but she's managing well by herself as she flies through the rows of tables. She eventually approaches your table.

“Hanyang! You’re blossoming by the year!” the woman says to Hayoung.

“Sooyoung! A trip home isn’t complete without your cooking.”

“You bet! Are you going to get the usual order for you and your boyfriend here?” Sooyoung says as she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

You think you’re already blushing hard, but Hayoung’s round cheeks are redder than beet. Her mouth opens and closes as she tries to formulate words. “Sooyoung!” Hayoung cries out.

Sooyoung chuckles at your reactions. “Look at you two, I’m just joking! Anyways, what are your orders?”

She takes your orders from Hayoung, then returns to the kitchen.

“Sorry about that, Oppa. She’s just teasing,” Hayoung says, giving you the same sheepish smile she flashed during your first night meeting her.

She quickly changes the subject. “So Oppa, how do you like our little village?” Hayoung leans forward, her palms on her chin, waiting eagerly for your response.

“It’s a good break away from the city. I’m assuming you grew up here?”

“Yup! It’s been a while since I've come home though. I’ve been busy back in Seoul.”

“Oh, what do you do?”

“Well, as of now, I just got my yoga instructor’s license. I plan to teach yoga on the side while looking for a better job that could help out the resort.

“How about you, Oppa? Why did you go here?”

You retell your story to Hayoung. It usually takes some effort to express the recent frustrations about your job—especially anything to do with admitting to your artist's block—but with Hayoung, it feels natural just talking to her like this.

It might be how she attentively nods her head as you vent your frustrations, her eye contact with you, or how she lets you finish your thoughts—it feels like someone is actually listening for the first time.

“Well Oppa, that’s what the resort is for! You’ll get back on your feet in no time,” Hayoung says gleefully.

There it is again.

You do not know what it is, but something about Hayoung's smile is so enchanting that you are already sure you can never get tired of it. The way her cheeky smile reaches to her ears and makes her eyes squint is very encouraging, like the sun rising in the cerulean sky.

The lady returns with two plates of steamed chicken drizzled with a brown sauce that smells tangy and spicy. Your mouth waters from anticipation. The two of you say your thanks and start to eat your food in a comfortable silence. A couple bites in, and your tongue is greeted with spicy heaven, the spices dancing on your taste buds.

It takes a big gulp of your milk tea to quell the spiciness. As the heat on your tongue dissipates, you take a quick break from the eating.

You watch Hayoung wolf down her food as if she was starved for days, seemingly unaffected by the spice level. Her voracious appetite is impressive in many ways for such a tiny person—it must be why she’s always so energetic.

Admittingly, the enjoyment on her face makes her more adorable and adds more charm to her already precious personality. Hayoung just seems so carefree—

Hayoung waves a hand in front of your face, interrupting your thoughts. “Did you hear what I said, Oppa? Do I have something on my face?!”

You were so busy daydreaming that you didn’t notice she was still talking. “No, no. A funny thought just came into my mind. Sorry, you were saying?”

She pouts a bit, yet the guilt-tripping effect is undercut by her smiling afterwards. “I was saying that tomorrow we can go to the nearby river for lunch. Do you want to go there?”

“Sure, why not? With you as my guide, it’s always going to be an adventure!” you exclaim a bit too loudly—some people turn their heads in your direction. You blush from your sudden declaration—Hayoung’s enthusiasm must be rubbing off on you.

Hayoung smiles widely at you—it could be a trick of the light, but you think you notice a blush developing on her cheeks. “Anyways, let’s go! We aren’t done exploring the town!” Hayoung leaves money on the table before she once again whisks you up and begins the second part of your tour.

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You finally meet Hayoung’s grandfather, Beomjin, as you enter the dining room for dinner. He greets you with a smile and nods at you. You notice he is a man of few words, letting Daeun and Hayoung do the talking for him throughout dinner.

Once you finish eating, you decide to leave dinner a bit early to try out the hot springs, assuming no one would be at the bath at this time. You leave your clothes in the room and walk around the resort draped in just a towel.

As you swing the door open, a wave of heat washes over you. Stepping onto the stone flooring, you leisurely scan the warm room. It's a simple layout, with the hot springs in the middle and the rinsing showers to the side. Ornamental rocks line the edges of the hot springs, with a small waterfall flowing between them.

It's a relaxing sight; you already feel at peace with just the atmosphere.

You see a makeshift towel rack and quickly hang your towel. As you approach the hot spring, you can’t wait to feel the heat of the spring waters. Dipping your big toe in first, you hum at the comfortable warmth. Satisfied with the temperature, you slowly submerge yourself into the water.

The heat of the hot spring is soothing, a prickling sensation developing in your hands and feet. You lean onto the edge of the hot springs and allow your body to float up by the surface.

“Now this, this is relaxation.”

You could just sleep here if you wanted to at this point.

A calming melody starts playing from a distance. You’re amazed that the hot springs had speakers for some calming music to be played for its patrons. A silvery voice joins the instrumental, adding to the comforting ambiance.

After a couple moments, however, the music stops abruptly.

It doesn’t come back.

Wondering what happened to the sound, you take a peek of your surroundings—

Your eyes shoot wide open at Hayoung, draped in a towel, her phone in hand. Said phone is faintly playing the song you heard a while ago.

The two of you stare at each other like deer caught in headlights.

The eye contact with her is absolutely petrifying. A single move could mean the simplest misunderstanding.

You follow her line of sight to see she’s that she’s… staring at—

“Ahhhhh!” The two scream at the top of your lungs.

You quickly submerge your lower half underwater while Hayoung covers her eyes and keeps her head down.

Your cheeks continue to flush redder than a tomato. “W-w-w-what are you doing here?!”

“H-h-h-how was I supposed to know you were in here?! You didn’t leave the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign up!” Hayoung retorts, refusing to look at you, one hand over her eyes and the other gripping tightly onto her towel.

“Okay, just keep your eyes closed, and I’ll just get out of here.”

You immediately rise from the water, wrap yourself up with your towel, and briskly walk towards the exit—

As you close the hot springs’ door, you see a small diamond-shaped sign that reads “Do Not Disturb” hanging on the screen door.

You sigh out loud, shaking your head in embarrassment.

You continue your hasty retreat back to your room, hoping all the while that you wouldn’t run into the older owners of the resort—fortunately, you don’t bump into anyone else.

Of all the naked mishaps to happen, though…

How was I supposed to know about that stupid sign?

You enter your room and plop onto the bed. Grabbing the pillow, you muzzle your screams, venting your frustrations into it. You can't get rid of the image of Hayoung—with her shocked face in nothing but a towel covering her—staring at your naked lower half.

After a couple moments of contemplation, you check your watch to see it's time to get ready for bed. You decide there is no point in dwelling on this mistake.

After getting dressed and brushing your teeth, you quickly bury yourself under your blanket.

All you can do for now is just sleep and wait for tomorrow. Tired from overthinking about what will happen, you close your eyes and quickly fall asleep.

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The morning after for the two of you wasn't awkward.

Hayoung greeted you ordinarily, though maybe there was a slight blush when she did. You decide not to address last night's mishap if she isn't going to bring it up first. It’s your last full day here—you didn’t want to end on such a weird note.

The yoga session was a bit more difficult this time, but you still had loads of fun. You note down to buy a yoga mat once you get home. You pack some essentials for the picnic you'll have with Hayoung. Just in case, you brought along your sketchpad—maybe something will strike your inspiration again.

Now that you're dressed for the trek, you exit your room to look for Hayoung. You spot her outside by the tree, holding onto the picnic basket. She decided to stick to the yoga attire.

"Come on, sleepyhead! We don't have all day!" She drags you out of the resort and onto a trail that leads to the forest.

It’s very humid today; it doesn’t help that the glowing sun is bearing down on you, especially on a trek like this. It takes a couple moments before you reach the forest, the entrance lined with trees that stretch out endlessly at all sides.

As you step into the forest, countless branches hang over you, giving the trail some shade from the overbearing sun. Some beams of light pass through the cracks of their formation. It feels like you've entered an entirely different world.

Stepping further inside, the smell of morning dew enters your nostrils. The trail is lined by a multitude of trees, their roots overlapping with each other.

Despite the many natural wonders the forest has, you’ve decided to focus on another worldly marvel—with Hayoung walking in front of you, you try your best not to stare at the enticing view of Hayoung’s backside. The joggers she wears outline the shape of her firm butt.

You try to focus on other things before you get too distracted on the task at hand.

A peep returns you from your pointed stare of her hips.

Hayoung struggles to hold up the picnic basket, her arm slightly shaking. You wanted her to have a relaxing time too, so with your newfound sense of confidence, you pick up the pace, reach out for the basket, and grab it out of her hands. She’s about to protest, but you replace the empty space in her hand with yours, your fingers intertwining with hers. Her palm is soft and warm, fitting in yours like a missing puzzle piece.

You squeeze her hand reassuringly, trying to ignore the beating of your heart.

“Um, let me help you with this. You’ve done a lot for me lately.”

Hayoung only nods—she’s clearly trying to hide the blush on her face by looking straight ahead.

The two of you walk side by side now, enjoying the sounds of the forest—the crunching of the leaves, the buzzing of insects, the chirping of the birds.

The sound of rushing water signals that you’ve reached your destination.

As the two of you leave the forest behind, you enter a clearing. You realize you’re in a riverside meadow, the rich cerulean blue seeping out into the horizon. The reflection of the sprawling mountainscape on the river looks absolutely majestic.

This doesn't seem real, like walking into something you see on a postcard. "How did you find this place?" you ask as you help spread out the plaid picnic cloth, and Hayoung distributes the packed lunches Daeun cooked for the trip.

“We used to go here a lot as a family.” Hayoung keeps her head down as she fixes up the cutlery and plastic cups. “Now that everyone is busy, and Grandma and Grandpa can’t make the trip, I wanted to share this place with someone.”

It’s touching to hear her sincerity, so you can’t help but smile at her words.

Turning to Hayoung, you watch as her hair blows slightly in the wind, the rosiness of her cheeks evident.

You look towards the horizon to hide your own red cheeks.

“A-anyways, I’m glad you like the place. Let’s go eat!”

You start digging in. Daeun’s mackerel meal hits the spot again. After your last bite, you look up to Hayoung looking out into the open. You follow her line of sight and are amazed at the spectacular view—how the sky contrasts the mountains and the river, the fiery sun with its orange blaze, and even the tiny waves that ripple against the wind. It gives you a quick hint of inspiration to draw something.

You plan out the image in your head, trying your best to imagine how it will look on paper. The grass of the meadows, the trees of the woods, the water of the river—you hate to simplify the majestic likeness, but you couldn't jot down every detail. You start with the background, outlining the ridge of mountains. Then you move to the foreground, adding the small waves in the water and taking into account the right amount of slant for the wind direction.

You pause to check your progress. Although it’s an improvement from yesterday’s attempt, it’s still lacking something—

Before you could react, Hayoung smudges part of the foreground.

You would have felt annoyed, but you notice how the water has a more liquidy feel to it now. It actually fits the sketch now that you recheck everything.

You look back at Hayoung, astonished at her doing.

How did she know how to do that?

As if reading your mind, she winks back at you. “For a sleepyhead, you think a lot,” she says before she sticks her tongue out teasingly.

Hayoung stands up and suddenly pulls her pants down, revealing her blue swimwear. Your jaw drops, and you can’t help but stare at her athletic form—lean thighs, well-shaped legs, firm butt.

She runs towards the river and jumps right into the water, a big splash engulfing her.

“What are you waiting for? The water feels great!” she calls out for you once she resurfaces.

Thinking has done you no good recently, only adding more questions to the fray. Maybe you should start following your gut more and just see where it goes.

The decision has been made. You stand up and remove your shirt, and rush towards Hayoung.

"Cannonball!"

The water makes you shiver, numbing your body and taking your breath away. It feels delightful on your skin. You go up for air, and as you wipe your eyes clear, you're splashed in the face by Hayoung.

“Whoops.” She smiles at you mischievously.

If it’s a water fight she wants, it’s a water fight she gets.

You retaliate by splashing her with as much water as you can gather in your hands. Hayoung submerges underwater, the water barely missing her. She resurfaces behind you moments later, showering you. Turning around, she disappears once again. The element of surprise is with her, but you’re not going to let it be her advantage. You turn to your side in anticipation, ready to pounce.

You scoop up Hayoung by the waist as soon as she rises up.

“Got you!”

She squeals, surprised that you’ve predicted her movements underwater. Hayoung heats you up as she presses her body firmly against you. “I guess you did, Oppa.”

You stare into those wide eyes.

Hayoung pulls you into an embrace, her legs wrapping around yours for additional support. “Are you still with me, sleepyhead?” She cups your chin, softly caressing you with her hand.

You wrap your arms securely around her. Hayoung shivers in your hold. “I’m definitely wide awake. But I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“I think I can do something to wake you up,” she whispers.

Hayoung closes her eyes and kisses you on the cheek. The silky touch of her kiss warms you up even more. She tenderly lines up more kisses, inching closer and closer to your lips. Every smooch is gentle and delicate, like soft paintbrush strokes. After she reaches the corner of your mouth, Hayoung pulls back, her face inches before you.

Nothing could ever prepare you for this moment. You’ve seen this in the movies, read this in the books, but you never imagined you had what it takes to reach this point. Yet here you are, the moment of truth arriving in the form of Hayoung, her inviting lips awaiting your answer.

A wave of courage washes over, and you urge every fiber of your being you commit to what your heart and soul were screaming out to do.

Kiss her.

“Maybe I want to keep dreaming.”

Before she can respond, your eyes flutter to a close, and you press your lips against hers.

The blazing sun is setting, its orange glaze melting into the horizon. As the sky swirls in a blend of colors, you and Hayoung sink into each other’s embrace. Warmth blossoms in your chest, igniting sparks as you lean in closer, lips brushing together, tentatively, for the first time. The smell of her fragrance, the soft, cherry scent of her shampoo, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach. You were floating, caught in this wave of your emotions.

The two of you break the kiss for some air. Unable to contain the excitement coursing through you, an enormous smile forms on your face. Hayoung leans onto your forehead, her nose brushing up against yours. The two of you stay like that for a while, basking in the cold embrace of the waters.

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As you float in the hot springs, your thoughts revolve around Hayoung. You’re not sure what would happen at the end of the trip—everything is happening pretty fast between the two of you.

Is this a one-time thing? What happens after you leave?

Thoughts like these sour the mood. It’s best to just worry about these later.

The timer on your phone sounds off—bath time’s over.

Whatever. You were starting to get light-headed anyway.

After silencing the timer, you head straight for the showers to rinse off.

You sit down on the wooden stool. You’re about to scrub yourself down, but the door opens from behind.

I thought I put up the “Do Not Disturb” sign.

You want to turn to see who it is, but you freeze up as you feel arms snaking around your torso.

“Hey,” Hayoung says softly. She tightens her embrace, and you feel more than just her arms, her naked form pressed against your back. Her erect nipples poke you from behind, her velvety skin caresses your body. Your rod starts to stiffen from the sensation..

She perches her chin on your shoulder.

“H-Hayoung, what are you doing here?”

She answers by grabbing the soap by your feet, lathering her hands, and scrubbing your shoulders. Hayoung massages a deep knot on your right shoulder, and you can’t help but groan in satisfaction. You lean more into her hands, groaning more audibly. “Shhh. Just relax and let me do the rest.”

Her hands continue to knead your tight shoulders. You're like putty in her hands, the tension from your deep-seated knots melting away. She then starts to explore your body, kneading it as she goes lower.

“I just wanted to spend a bit more time with you. Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah. This is okay.” With things starting to heat up, you do your best to push away the nerves—you want to spend every remaining second here with her too.

She reaches over for the showerhead and starts to rinse you. “Since it’s your last night, I want to do something special for you tonight.”

Hayoung’s hands glide down to your thighs, and suddenly she caresses your engorged rod. It twitches at her touch.

“Damn it—sorry. It’s just... What you're doing feels great.” You can’t form any more words, too shocked to move or process this all.

There’s a moment of silence before Hayoung decides to break it.

“Do you want me to relieve you of this?” she whispers.

You never thought you’d hear those words come out of her mouth.

You’ve learned from this trip that you’ve been overthinking every small step. Especially at work, you've been pushing yourself too hard, going against the current.

It’s time to go with the flow, to let go and enjoy the moment.

“Okay.”

Hayoung comes around and kneels in front of you. You have a better look at her bare body—a firm pair of breasts, light brown nipples already erect; a chiseled abdomen, most likely her hard work as a yoga instructor; and hair neatly trimmed around her nether regions.

Her eyes widen when she sees your stiffened length. You notice Hayoung’s cheeks slowly turn a rosy red. She inhales deeply before lathering both of her hands with soap and grasping your shaft. “I’ll start, Oppa, okay?”

She pumps you slowly with both hands, and you can’t help but moan loudly. You feel every bit of those dainty hands along your length as Hayoung gives the right amount of pressure. It’s so pleasurable that you grasp the sides of the stool, close your eyes, and concentrate on breathing—anything to make you last longer.

One of her hands let go to massage your balls. You open your eyes to see Hayoung looking back at you with those eyes, her steely gaze freezing you. The sight of this adorable girl jerking you off almost makes you go mad.

She speeds up the tempo. Hayoung moves to your neck, kissing up and down to try and find a sensitive spot. You can't contain the moans that escape your throat, your pleasure skyrocketing as she sucks on your neck lightly.

Your rod feels pulsing hot. A familiar tight sensation develops around your lower body. Your breathing gets really ragged. “Hayoung, I-I’m close.”

Hayoung separates from your neck with a smack. She lowers her face at the level of your cock. Then she suddenly licks your head at the exact interval as she pumps you. The sudden sensation of her tongue licking your cock overwhelms you and sends you tumbling over the edge. Hayoung continues to suck on your head for good measure as you unload your hot, white cum in her mouth. You can feel Hayoung slurp your cock up, trying to swallow your semen, not wasting a single drop.

You definitely feel light-headed now; all the blood rushing towards your lower head made you start to see stars. Looking down at Hayoung, you watch as she swallows your load. She opens her mouth to show that nothing was wasted. “Wow. Hayoung, what was that?” you ask. You feel you’re about to pass out.

She rises up and kisses you on your cheek. “A little thank you. For everything.”

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It's been hours, and you can’t fall asleep. Twisting and turning in bed, no matter how long you close your eyes, your restless mind will not allow you to enter dreamland. It is hard to believe that three days have gone so fast. Feels like you're an entirely changed person. Maybe it feels this way because you haven't felt this well rested in ages, or part of you got attached to the humble village...

Or, maybe, you've grown fond of a certain hyper village girl.

You sit up from your bed. You check the time—it’s almost twelve a.m. Your mind can’t get rid of Hayoung. The only solution you could think of is to visit the room next door.

Every little noise becomes louder at night—the jittering of the sliding door, your shaky breaths, your footsteps as you walk across the wooden floorboards—especially when you’re sneaking around.

It only takes a few steps to her room, but every step feels heavy.

A small dim light shines behind the door. Is she also awake?

You knock on the door to be sure.

“Who’s there?” Hayoung’s soft voice greets you.

You sigh in relief. “It’s me. Can I come in?”

A couple of thuds are heard in the room before the door slides open. Hayoung is dressed in her pajamas, her hands slightly painted in various shades of pink. “Are you okay?” She stands back, allowing you to enter her room.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just couldn’t sleep.”

As you step into her room, you notice it is almost the same layout as yours, apart from the grander cherry blossom decor and the numerous other tree paintings that line the walls. It reminds you of your first time stepping into the forest. You're amazed at the intricate details of each tree—different art styles, distinct sizes, and differently colored bark; Hayoung painted them each with a unique personality in mind.

Hayoung sits down on her bed. She taps the empty space next to her. "I couldn't sleep either, so I started to paint again." Hayoung closes the caps of her paint bottles, pushing them to the side.

“You never told me you paint. You’re amazing at it,” you say as you help Hayoung put away the other art materials.

She wipes her hands with a cloth, tossing it away to a random corner. “Thank you. It’s been a while since I’ve painted like this. I only add to the tree if something memorable happens.” Hayoung traces the newly painted branch with her fingers.

“What’s something memorable recently?” you ask.

She suddenly holds your hands.

“Do I really need to say it?”

Her hands squeeze your hands. Hayoung’s cheeks are flushed red, and she's trying her best not to make eye contact with you.

She kisses you on the cheek.

“You.”

Hayoung’s confession almost sends your heart into cardiac arrest. She squeezes your hands, reassuring you this isn't a dream.

Despite the short time with Hayoung, you cannot deny the connection you felt with her. She was the fresh breath of air you needed on this trip.

“Say something! You just don’t leave a girl hanging after all of that,” Hayoung stammers out, finally looking into your eyes.

The dim lights that surround you in the room act like stars peppered on a clear night sky as they await your next move, but you know why you entered her room—you want to make this night memorable with her.

Your response to Hayoung is pressing your lips onto hers. She is surprised at first, but she returns the kiss, her arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer to her. Her lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. This kiss was different—a sense of urgency, need.

She pulls you down slowly to the bed with her. You’re careful not to crush Hayoung under your weight, placing your arms by her sides. Anxiousness, doubts, and worries are washed away as her soft lips draw more passion from you. Her arms and legs entangle around your body and pull you deeper into her embrace. The warmth of her body radiates under yours, Hayoung flooding your senses to the brim.

Your hand gains a mind of its own and enters the side of her shirt. Her silky skin is warm, and Hayoung purrs at your cold hands’ touch as they start to move around her torso. You brush along her abs, tracing random shapes, feeling her shiver. Gaining more confidence, your hand glides steadily over her porcelain skin towards her breasts. As you gently squeeze her mounds, Hayoung mewls into your mouth and kisses you with even more fervor.

Hayoung breaks the kiss to remove her shirt and throws it elsewhere, revealing her round, supple breasts. You’re surprised how much of a handful they were, well-hidden under her clothing and stature.

“Oppa, stop staring. It’s embarrassing,” she softly says. Hayoung looks to the side to hide her blush.

“I can’t help it, you look amazing.”

You decide to let your actions continue the talking. You lean in and capture a stiff bud in your mouth, lightly sucking on it. A freehand cups the other breast, slightly pinching the other nipple. Hayoung moans loudly into the room, her fingers carding through your hair. Hayoung is putty in your hands, moaning and shivering from your ministrations.

After giving enough attention to her upper body, your hand drifts down to the hem of her pajama pants. Hayoung twitches when she feels your fingers brush her thigh. You break the kiss and then tug onto the hem of her pants. “Can I?” you ask, looking into her eyes, waiting for her permission.

Hayoung pecks you on the lips and smiles. She then grabs your hand and carefully guides it under the fabric. As your fingers graze the entrance of her core, Hayoung trembles, releasing a shaky breath. You’re surprised to feel that she is already dripping wet. Her hand guides yours in a circular pattern, helping you rub her down and teaching you her most sensitive parts. You watch as her eyes roll up, then focus back onto you. “Right there, keep doing that,” she says, nodding and encouraging you to move faster.

You do just that, increasing the tempo of your ministrations on her slit. Hayoung arches her back as she grinds herself onto your hand. She starts to whimper, her breathing more ragged. You decide to up the ante by inserting two fingers inside her—Hayoung's tight walls barely accommodate the new inclusion. She moans—almost screams—but you're quick to stifle her mouth with your lips.

Her arms wrap around your neck, tightening their grip. With one last curl of your fingers against her most sensitive spot, Hayoung succumbs to her climax. Her cry echoes into your mouth. Hayoung’s walls squelch around your fingers, her nectar coating your hand. She shakes so hard that she lets go of you, overstimulated with pleasure. Removing your fingers from her, you return to the slower rhythm of rubbing her down as you kiss up and down her neck to try and bring her down from her high.

You pull Hayoung into a hug, her head resting in the crook of your neck. You both stay like this for a while as Hayoung relaxes in your arms.

Her hands then grasp your cheeks, bringing you to her face and holding you in place. Hayoung’s intense gaze brought goosebumps to your skin.

“Oppa, I think I’m ready.”

You nod in return, pulling back from her grasp. You quickly divest yourself of your clothes, throwing them to God-knows-where. She raises her legs, and you assist in peeling off her pajamas—the final barrier between you two.

Hayoung slowly opens up her legs and fully offers herself to you—no words can express her beauty in this state of undress; she looks ravishing in her most vulnerable form.

“What are you waiting for, Oppa?”

You might not get that fairytale ending with her—this might be the last time you will ever see her—but you can paint a new colorful memory with Hayoung.

You line yourself up to Hayoung, your head grazing across her labia. You look into her eyes one more time. Hayoung nods, and so you slowly insert yourself. As soon as your head penetrates her, the immense tightness of her walls almost overwhelm you.

“Oh my God—you’re so big,” she moans at your size, groaning louder as you sink yourself further and stretch her out more than your fingers could. You gather Hayoung tenderly in your arms while her legs wrap around your butt, deepening your connection.

You pause when your length is halfway embedded in her; Hayoung is overwhelmingly tight around your rod. Taking deep breaths, it takes a couple of moments for you to get accustomed to the sensation of her.

“Oppa, move. Please.” Hayoung tries to buckle her hips onto you, but she’s still tired from her last orgasm. Now that you’re used to the feeling, you pull halfway out of Hayoung and then gently thrust back in. You both groan as you finally fill her up to the hilt.

You develop a slow, comfortable rhythm as you watch her breast heave with every deep thrust. Hayoung whimpers with each stroke. You look down at Hayoung, and she’s as beautiful as ever—glassy eyes that focus on you, lips partly parted from panting, cheeks flushed from pleasure.

She pulls you down and kisses you. You taste your shared breaths and feel the combined thud of your heartbeats as your bodies synchronize, moving as one in your fiery embrace. Her nails scrape across your back, making you hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

You return the favor by increasing the tempo of your thrusts. Your cock pistons in and out of her slit persistently, hitting Hayoung's sensitive spots deep and hard. Hayoung breaks the kiss and squeals loudly, grasping onto you tightly.

You suddenly feel a sharp pleasurable sensation nipping onto the side of your neck, causing you to gasp. Hayoung’s teeth slightly sinks into flesh as she sucks and nibbles on your pulse point.

Hayoung shudders suddenly—her walls rapidly contract around you as she reaches her limits first, succumbing to her second orgasm of the night. Hayoung brushes her fingers through your hair, trying to pull you over to the peak with her.

The familiar tightening sensation surrounds your abdomen. Your body starts to shake as you try to hold out your growing pleasure. “Hayoung, where do I—”

Hayoung doesn’t give you a choice—she smashes her lips against yours and tightens her legs around you. The touch of her lips was the last straw that broke the camel’s back, and with one powerful thrust, your body caves into its limits. Pulse after pulse, you’re milked off every ounce by Hayoung’s walls as she hums at the warm feeling of your load filling her up to the brim.

You stay hilt-deep in to make sure not to fall on her. It takes a moment before the throbbing finally stops. As you detach from Hayoung by rolling to the side, you feel the results of your tryst drip onto your legs. You grab some tissues and help Hayoung clean up the mess. Luckily, part of the blanket remains clean from your combined juices.

In the post-coital clarity, you realize it was not the most responsible thing to have sex without protection.

“Shit, Hayoung, sorry I came in you.”

“No, it’s okay. I wanted you to.

“I know I’m safe today, but can you go with me tomorrow?

“You know… for the pill.”

“Sure, of course, I can.”

You pull Hayoung in to cuddle, and she eases in your hold.

She draws random patterns onto your chest.

“Can’t you stay for one more day?” she asks.

“I can’t. I have work the next day,” you regretfully reply.

It’s silent for a while.

You feel you have to say more, anything to tell her how amazing this trip was because of her.

Hayoung leans up to peck you on the lips. “Don’t worry. You have your own life to live. But, can I see you around back in the city?”

“I’d like that.”

Your eyes get heavier by the second. Hayoung yawns as she further settles into your embrace.

The pull into dreamland is getting stronger.

Before succumbing to sleep, you call out for Hayoung.

“Goodnight, Hayoung.”

“Goodnight, Oppa.”

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The sound of chirping awakens you.

You open your eyes to see the room slightly lit up by the sunlight. For the first time in months, you’ve just had the best sleep of your life. You don't have a banging headache as well.

You want to rise up, but you’re pinned down by a weight. Looking down —Hayoung is still asleep in your arms.

As much as you want to stay in this position, you have to move. You kiss Hayoung on her lips—to your surprise, she kisses back.

“Oh. Were you awake the whole time?”

“Morning, Oppa. Yeah, I wanted to stay like this for a while.”

She softly nuzzles your neck. You reciprocate by hugging her tightly, hoping never to let her go.

But time is slowly running out.

“Do we really have to go?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.”

With much hesitation, you kiss her one more time before the two of you stand up.

You’re able to find your clothes haphazardly thrown around the room.

The rest of the morning went smoothly. After getting into proper clothes and packing the rest of your stuff, you accompany Hayoung to the pharmacy. Luckily, no one was there to see you two there; it would have been embarrassing to be caught by her grandparents or anyone else who knew her.

It didn’t really matter anyways—Hayoung was by your side the whole time, clutching your hand.

But unfortunately for you two, all good things come to an end.

The elderly couple and Hayoung accompany you to the entrance of the resort. “You were such a great guest. We hope you book again in the future!” Daeun says as gives you a quick hug. “Thank you Daeun, I hope to be back soon!”

Beomjin nods his goodbye before leaning next to your ear. “Take care of her,” he says cryptically.

It confuses you, but you just nod back.

What did he mean by—

“Come on, you’re going to be late!” Hayoung pulls you by the wrist. You wave back to the chuckling elderly couple closing the door to the resort.

The bus is already there, and a couple people are already entering it. Hayoung slows down and intertwines her fingers with yours. She squeezes your hand as the two of you approach the bus.

You’re tempted to stay, at least for one more day. But you know life doesn’t work that way.

“Well, this is it,” you say as you turn to face Hayoung. Despite the huge smile, her eyes threaten to spill out tears.

“Thank you for coming, and I really hope to see you soon.”

The two of you lean in and capture each other’s lips for what could be the last time. You try to express all the gratitude and hope you can muster into the kiss. If only you had more time with Hayoung to figure out things together.

"You'll find me," she says as the kiss ends. Hayoung hands you a crumpled piece of paper and hugs you.

The bus driver shouts out that it’s the final call to board.

“Goodbye, Oppa.” She lets you go, stepping back to allow you to board the bus.

“Goodbye, Hayoung.”

You enter the bus and quickly find a seat with a view of her. She waves at you with finger hearts. The bus driver sounds his final checks, and you feel the bus moving forward.

Hayoung blows you a final kiss. You place your hand onto the window, trying your best to engrave every detail of Hayoung before you lose sight of her. At last, the bus moves forward, starting your journey back to Seoul.

You lean back into the seat, trying to comprehend how fast three days have gone by so fast.

While reflecting, you fiddle with the crumpled paper she gave you. You open it up to see a lovely drawing of a tree and her cell phone number written.

A smile, hoping that you do see Hayoung soon.

You look out the window as you watch as the humble village disappears out of your sight.

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It’s been two weeks since your vacation. Whatever transpired in that short amount of time has made you an entirely different person. It has been more delightful to draw; the depth and warmth of your sketches are brighter than ever as if you never had that artist’s block. Everyone has been saying they haven’t seen you smile this wide in ages. You can finish deadlines faster now since you’ve been sleeping better. The whole burnout ordeal is now thankfully a thing of the past. .

Unfortunately, Hayoung hasn’t replied to your texts for a few days; her replies were becoming pretty vague. You thought she would be a wonderful afterthought as you trudge on through daily life, but you can’t stop thinking about her. You wish you had more time with Hayoung back in the village, just one more day to figure out your feelings for her..

You head to Jaesung’s office—he said that your department had a new hire and you needed to show them the ropes.

Maybe that’ll actually get your mind off things.

“There’s our employee of the month!” Jaesung jests as he stands up to greet you, enveloping you in a hug.

You laugh back. “You know we don’t have that here!”

“Well, you definitely look well rested and happier, that’s for sure.”

“Anyways, where’s the new hireling?”

A knock is heard on the door, and when it opens, you almost drop to the floor.

“Oppa?”

Sometimes, the universe just does you right.

AN: I've had this for farrrrr too long! There's just something with me and long fiction fluffy hot springs type fics! But yeah I really appreciate if you made it this far and actually read it all. I was in a big runt, so this fic was just a way to unload things for me

Special big thanks to @midnightdancingsol,my forever editor and my forever cutie. Thank you for not giving up on me and my very repetitive mistakes!

Thank for the comments and inspirations, and trying you bestest to keep me positive about the story! @xkajin and @ifeelsounsure0!

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sukirichi · 3 years

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reckless [02.]

With a lackadaisical playboy as your boss, being reckless wasn’t an option. But on the one time you let loose and made mistakes, your life is shattered, and now you’re playing house with your insufferable boss who is the father of your baby.

✘ cw. angst, toxic situations

✘ note. yes, feel free to scream at me in the asks. but like don’t worry, i promise there’s more to come and there’s more to happen! it’s going to get fluffier as we go hehehehe. ALSO, I can’t help but feel that Zayn’s “Let Me” speaks perfectly to CEO playboy Gojo. hmph.

one ✘ two ✘ three

One glance at the tall man beside you, and you would’ve thought he would pass out soon.

Satoru had been endlessly fidgety hours before the appointment. Flicking from music stations to another, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel or sighing at the sight of you calmly watching the city go by in a flash – it was clear he was restless. Judging from the dark circles he tried to conceal under a pair of shades, he probably hadn’t slept much last night as well.

Now that you were both inside the clinical room, with you laying back down on the reclined bed, belly exposed and all for him to marvel at, his knee hadn’t stopped bouncing. “Satoru, calm down. It’s just a doctor’s appointment.”

“Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. “I’m just…excited yet nervous, you know? It feels so real now.”

Real didn’t begin to cover it. Although you masked your nervous quite well, you felt your stomach tighten when a woman came in. Her smile was gentle and comforting enough, talking you both through the process and spilling little fun facts about pregnancy. She applied a cool gel over your belly before turning to a screen, where mixed dots and waves of black and white blurred in front of your visions. Your eyes widened in awe, throat dry from the inability to speak. The baby had always felt real, but seeing it with your own two eyes, a small figure barely even a comprehensible shape in the screen, you couldn’t help but tear up a little.

“That’s mine?” Satoru breathed out, absentmindedly looping his hands through yours. It made you stiffen for a quick second, but your attention was quickly pulled back to the sonogram. “We made that?”

Your heart clenched at his words.

He sounded so happy – like all his dreams came true and you’d just given him a gift that was beyond priceless. You supposed it really was; a baby was always a miracle and joy to have, but this child wasn’t made out of love. How could he have so much fondness for something he didn’t want in the first place?

“The baby is perfectly healthy. This pregnancy doesn’t seem like a high-risk one, but it’s too early to tell so we’ll keep checking in on you,” the doctor pushed her glasses back to her nose, the sound of her cool voice pulling you back from a dangerous path of self-doubt and wariness. “Do you guys want to know the gender?”

Glancing at Satoru, you shook your head. It was amusing that you didn’t need to share words before he got the meaning behind one look, and he squeezed your hand as if to say he understood.

“I’d like that to be more of a surprise. Thank you, doctor.”

“Congratulations on being a father, Sir,” she bowed, and it occurred to you just now she was probably a family doctor. Satoru did end up keeping his promise that your pregnancy be kept private for a while. This little detail made you turn to him with shock written all over your face, though his attention was centred in on the swirling monochrome colours on the screen. Whether the doctor noticed the brewing tension between you two or not, you were still gad when they bowed once more to excuse themselves. “I’ll leave you two to talk now.”

The moment she was gone, you sat up and pushed your blouse down. Satoru’s demeanour had changed as well. His smile was wiped from his face, replaced only by a slight downturn of his lips.

Sighing, you swung your legs over the bed, not minding one bit that he was inches away from resting his chin onto your thighs. “Is there something you’re not telling me? You’ve been so worried since we got here.”

Satoru winced.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Even if you aren’t, it’s not that hard to see through you,” you spoke gently, a spirit possessing you because there would’ve been no other logical reason on why you placed a palm over his. Satoru’s hands were warm and large as he cupped your knee, tracing little patterns over your jeans as he kept his gaze lowered to the floor. It was an odd sight to see; that the Gojo Satoru refused to look a woman in the eye. “Tell me. What’s wrong?”

Satoru’s sigh is painfully drawn out, though his chuckles took the brunt.

“I don’t know what to do – how to be a father, I mean. Don’t you ever get worried…that maybe we might fuck up and ruin someone’s life?”

“Hey,” you cupped his cheek, forcing him to look you in the eyes – which you really wished he didn’t, because you’d never seen such azure this up close before. It was no secret that his eyes alone stole the hearts of people, but you had to remind yourself he broke them as well, so that you pulled away right before he got too close for comfort. It wasn’t what he needed anyway. Satoru simply required reassurance, so you opted for an awkward pat on the shoulder. “Weren’t you the one telling me the other day we’ll work it out?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head, a smile lighting up his features once more. “Are you feeling good? There’s someplace I want to take you, as a celebration for our healthy baby.”

You pursed your lips. As much as you appreciated his enthusiasm, this ‘celebration’ didn’t sound like a good idea. You’ve made mistakes before and now you lived the consequence of it; being reckless was outdated. Caution, wariness, and space were the top three perfect recipes for the complete opposite of a disaster.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Why not?” he challenged, taking your hand in his as he guided you out the clinic. You made no comment on why he led you out the back where he’d parked his car, even going as far to bow for you as he opened your door. “Liven up a little, we got good news today! Plus, we didn’t both take a day for nothing. Come on, you’re going to have fun, I promise you!”

“And where would we go where people won’t recognize you?”

“Somewhere people are too lost in their own world to focus on others,” Satoru announced before sending you a side glance, smooth hands already on their way to rev the engine.

This wouldn’t go down well. Or at least that was what you wanted to believe, because his smile and excitement were too contagious that you couldn’t restrain the smile you wore.

“A carnival? Really? We’re too old for this.”

“We’re never too old for anything,” he insisted, placing his hands on your shoulders as he maneuvered from stall to stall. Everywhere around you, children and people of all ages milled by, laughter and screams that fading into the distance. One survey at the long, endless lines for the rides and crowded spaces, you grimaced, feeling an uncomfortable weight resting on your shoulders that was beyond Satoru’s hands. “Aw, come on, don’t be such a bore. Day offs like these are rare and think about the baby! Don’t you think they would’ve wanted us to get a long?”

“You’re just using the baby as an excuse to have fun.”

Of course he would – Gojo Satoru was like a man-child. Whether it was someone randomly bringing donuts or puppies into the office, he easily lit up like a firework, seemingly finding joy in every little thing. Being stuck in the office and forced to work his ass off under your supervision must’ve taken a toll on him too.

Add on the fact he hadn’t gone out on dates or parties ever since he found out he was going to be a dad, the desperation to go out and do something was written all over his face.

Satoru pouted. “That’s mean. Take that back.”

“No.”

“And I’m the childish one here?” he snickered. You merely rolled your eyes at him and gave in; too much time spent working and not enough time relaxing (not that being a carnival was your definition or relaxation, but alas, Satoru was dragging you around everywhere like always) wouldn’t be good for the baby.

“You see that bear over there? I’m going to win that for you. It could be my first ever present for our baby.”

There was no stopping him. You didn’t want to, either, because you just stood there, arms crossed against your chest as you let him do whatever he pleased. A literal man-child, a youthful soul stuck in an irritatingly attractive man’s body – these were the thoughts that ran through your head while Satoru kept swinging his arm back and forth. He chose a stall where you had to knock down stacks of cans down with one set of three balls, all because he wanted to win a bear. You would really rather go home than watch him fail four times now, but he wasn’t giving up, only flexing his shoulders before gesturing to the young man.

“Hey man, three more balls please.”

Nothing was funny about it at all. Watching your boss fail miserably even after ten tries shouldn’t have been so hilarious, yet sweat was dripping all over his face and his patience was hanging on a loose thread that you were giggling before you knew it.

His usual confident bravado began to tear down bit by bit, his face flushed from the sounds of your teasing.

“Satoru, stop,” you laughed, “We’ve been here for twenty minutes and your wallet might as well be empty! You can just go buy a bear at the mall.”

“You’re too functional. Where would be the meaning behind it if I just bought a random bear?” he huffed, pushing the sleeves of his denim jacket up to his elbows. Determined now more than ever, he even stretched his long arms side to the side with a shake of his hips. You could tell the young man manning the stall was hiding his amusement by whistling to himself, but Satoru really was such a ridiculous sight you couldn’t blame him. “No, I’m going to get that for you, then I’ll brag to my baby how cool their dad was when he knocked those cans down.”

“You mean, if you knock those cans down.”

His shoulders deflated. “Support me a little bit, will you?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, it might just inflate your ego and you’ll be too distracted by yourself to ever actually knock those cans down,” He threw a ball with a force so strong it hit the curtain above the cans, and it bounced back somewhere below the tables. It didn’t even touch the can by a smidge, and you snorted. “See what I mean?”

Expecting that Satoru would take insult to heart (as his ego was easily wounded, this much you knew when he refused to talk to anyone at the office for a whole day because one of his directors forgot his name) you smirked at him, but that smirk immediately dropped when he grinned back at you. He was no longer wimpy like before, an aura of confidence brimming from him. “That’s like the second time you’ve told me I was distracting,” he mused, leaving you baffled because he was right. “On the contrary, I think you’rea lot more distracting, so I take that back. Just stand there and watch me win.”

“Okay,” you drawled out in faux disinterest, thankful for the corny carnival music and chatter from the crowd that he couldn’t hear your poor beating heart.

You were too focused on pretending to be unbothered by him that you failed to see how the cans were knocked down. The counter guy was already picking them up as Satoru pumped his fists in the air, way too much like a child high on sugar.

Was this really the father of your baby?

“I won! I fucking won! That huge brown bear, please!”Satoru’s smile from holding the bear that was half his size couldn’t even compare to the city lights and sparklers. Even his eyes were lit up in joy as he skipped back to you, happily waving the doe-eyed bear in front of you. At your lack of reaction, he sighed before jutting his cheek out to you. “No congratulations kiss?”

“How about a slap?”

“Kinky,” he teased, sending your brain to overheat when he tapped his chin in thought. “Well, you did make my back bleed so I kind of got the idea you’re sort of extreme in bed – ow! Would you please stop hitting me? I just won you a wonderful prize and your first reaction is to hit me! This arm is exhausted from swinging endlessly, you know.”

“Maybe if you aimed better, you wouldn’t have had to exhaust yourself. Like I said, you could’ve just bought a bear,” you scolded, raising your arm threateningly when he opened his mouth again. Idiot. “Give me that.”

Satoru effortlessly swung the bear until it was under your chins, his white lashes ethereal as he peeked at you through them. He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath dusting on your cheeks, that same warmth that had been mixing with yours in a sloppy, heated kiss just weeks ago. “And who said I was letting you carry this?” he taunted, thoroughly enjoying how for once, you weren’t hitting him.“I’m supposed to wave this around proudly then place it in our baby’s room when we get home. Besides, your hand looks heavy already.”

“My hands? Wait, what do you mean our baby’s room?”

At your words and questioning gaze, Satoru did a quick turn, trying to use the bear as a shield.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “I may or may not have had my parents’ guest room renovated as a baby room, although if you ask me, I think moving somewhere else would be much better. Raising a child in a penthouse doesn’t seem like such a great idea if you ask me,” opening your mouth to scold him, Satoru stopped you by placing a finger on your lips, noses grazing against each other. “Don’t scold me right now; I know that look on your face and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, okay? We can still decorate it ourselves. I just had the beds removed and the space cleaned out. Now stop over thinking and let me help you with your problem.”

You pushed his face away for the sake of your heart. In fact, you should be paid for your acting skills for looking so unaffected.

“What problem?”

“Your hands look heavy,” he beamed, long fingers looping through yours as he swayed them side to side. “So let me carry it for you.”

“Satoru, I—”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he blinked innocently while surrendering his free hand, “I’m not doing this for you, it’s for the baby. Did you know oxytocin is released and makes you feel good and reduces pain, maybe even stress? We can pump your oxytocin levels through touch. It also lowers your blood pressure, and we want you at your happiest and healthiest for this pregnancy, right?”

“Since when were you an expert on this?”

“Since I found out I’m becoming a dad,” his words struck you speechless, mouth pressed into a flat line as you stared him openly. You hadn’t mean to come off as rude in that moment; you were just trying to gauge the sincerity behind his words, to explore the depth in his eyes, but Satoru must’ve took it wrong as he cleared his throat, “I can let go if you really want me to.”

“N-no! It’s fine…can we move? We’ve been standing here for ten minutes now,” Embarrassed, you pointed to the closest thing in your sight – a photo booth. “How about there? That looks fun.”

Satoru followed where your arm was pointed, laughing when a couple exited the red curtains while giggling amongst themselves. The guy even leaned down to steal a long kiss from his lover, and if you were embarrassed before, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back again right now. “You know, if you wanted me to be stuck in a cramped space next to you, you could’ve just said so. I didn’t bring the limo with me, but the Audi could be pretty small for us, I guess…”

You hissed at him in warning, “God, you never shut up do you?”

“It made you smile.”

“I wasn’t smiling!”

“Sure, mommy, whatever you say,” bumping his hip with yours, Satoru led you inside the cube. There were a plethora of filters to choose from; ranging from heart frames and ones that placed shades on your face. Not really thinking of what to pick, you reached out to press the frog hats one, but Satoru was swatting your hands away for the effect with heart emojis everywhere. “This is cute. We can show this to our baby once they’re born.”

“They won’t really know what a Polaroid is, Satoru.”

“It’s still sentimental!” he grumbled before clicking the camera icon, a huge smile already on his face until he saw you squished on the other side of the booth. Only one side of your ear could be seen, and Satoru furrowed his brows at you. “Come closer, you’ll be cropped from the frame.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Jesus, Y/N, don’t act shy now, I already fucked a baby into you,” mouth falling open at the vulgarity of his words, Satoru took the chance to drag you beside him. “Relax, you’re always so stiff. Our baby might come out frowning if you keep huffing like that.”

“You’re too close for comfort.”

“My apologies, I’ll try not to be included in the photo when you’re the one who suggested this in the first place,” he muttered playfully, booping your nose before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He was close, too close, that his musky perfume filled the close space. You wanted to lean closer to his warmth and sturdiness of his broad shoulders; his mere presence bringing about a sense of tranquillity despite your words. You told yourself it shouldn’t be too bad to lean into him for just a little while, absentmindedly following him as he cheers, “Smile!”

One photo turned into two, and Satoru ended up inserting a few more bills into the slot to take more. He tried out as many filters as he wanted, acting as if you two had been long time friends from how easy it was for him to be around you like that.

You supposed it came from his heavy experience with women. You were so unlike; while he was open to touch and didn’t care too much about space, you craved it deliriously.

It was obvious none of this meant anything to Satoru. You were probably just another woman in his life, with the exception that you had a kid, but you couldn’t mean something more. If anything, he treated you more like an old friend than a lover. He’d said it himself before that you weren’t his type and you didn’t mind, so why did it hurt the longer you mulled about it? Sure, you may not be as attractive or luxurious as his previous lovers, but did you really not even have charismatic pull? Is it because you weren’t his type that he was so casual with you, while you on the other hand, felt like you would lose your mind at every little thing he did?

You watched as Satoru pulled out his wallet and kept the Polaroid of you both grinning at the camera, forming a silly heart shape with your hands per his request. It was silly and platonic – yet the gesture confused you to no end.

“Why’d you do that?”

Satoru’s hand paused. “Am I not allowed to…?”

“We’re not lovers. You can’t just put a photo of us in your wallet.”

As if to prove a point, Satoru pulled out more photos of his wallet and showed it to you. There were several more wallet-sized photos, mostly of his white cat with black shades, another of him and his best friend, Shoko, and the last photo was of him skiing. They were all placed in his wallet along with a small, faded out photograph of what seemed to be his parents from the younger days. You couldn’t understand why he was showing you this, much less how patient he was as he smiled softly at you. “It’s memorabilia. I keep photos of everyone I care about everywhere with me,” he said, pocketing his wallet back before gazing up at the night sky. “I like to think we’re friends, at least. We’re definitely not just boss and employee anymore.”

Then what are we?

There were so many things you wanted to ask. You always knew he was always this overly friendly and nice, but what did make you? What did a friend mean to him? Other than Shoko, who was his lesbian friend who was also the company’s resident doctor, you’d never seen him be platonic with another female before.

The realization made your mood drop.

Maybe you were right. He probably didn’t even see you as a woman, but what did it matter? You didn’t like him. You shouldn’tlike him. Even if he had no intentions of wooing you, Gojo Satoru was far too appealing for his own good. Being around him was dangerous for your heart.

“Wanna ride the ferris wheel? The night city always looks beautiful.”

He was just your boss...and you were just a friend. Things were going to be alright as long as no feelings were involved. You survived seven years of working with him with not a single moment where your heart fluttered when he spoke your name; a baby made between you shouldn’t change anything now. At the end of the day, you were both only doing this out of responsibility. Satoru was trying his best to become a supportive co-parent to you, and that was all it ever would be. Strictly business – purely professional – as it always had been and always will be.

Foolish girl, you could hear a voice whisper at the back of your head, don’t get too lost in his eyes.

“Y/N, are you tired? Do you want to go home now? We can just order dinner to be delivered if you’re exhausted,” Satoru tugged at your sleeve to get your attention, and you chuckled awkwardly, not meaning to have spaced out the whole time. Worry was written all over his face from the way his brows dipped, stunning blue eyes darkening like the night sky you both made memories under.

Don’t look at me like that...

“Are you okay? Do you wanna go home?”

“Yeah,” you chirped far too brightly than you would’ve liked. Right now, it was more of a mission of fake it til you make it. You would just have to keep exerting the same amount of effort into making this work for the baby’s sake. And if that meant pushing aside any budding desire for this to last any longer to focus on your ‘friendship’, then you would do it. Taking Satoru’s hand for the first time since the baby ordeal, you flashed him a genuine smile. “The ferris wheel sounds nice. Let’s do some sightseeing before the night ends.”

Neither of you speak inside the cab. Beautiful the night was as the city shone into awakening illumination beneath you, comforting you with the thought that in the grand scheme of it all, you were small. Insignificant. That somehow everything you worried about wouldn’t matter when there was a much bigger world out there, and you were but a fickle dot in the middle of its entirety. But that was you, and Gojo lived in a much different world than you did. For somewhere in the city, you could recognize several of the sky towers, buildings, and establishments owned by his family. He mattered in the grand scheme; you were a small factor in his world.

Glancing back at the man who’d been silent the whole ride, you smiled upon seeing that he was doing the same. Satoru was practically bouncing in his seat as he snapped several photos of the city, mumbling something about he’d never seen this view before.

He was so innocent yet so out there, igniting within you an urge to take care of him and wanting to be taken care of by him.

You’d already accepted that you may just never have him that way. That small, fleeting crush was like a butterfly – pretty look at, but damn near impossible to catch. You’d already stopped crying yourself to sleep over the new changes brought about in your body, that in a few months’ time, you’d look back into everything and see that everything had changed. The mistakes you made that night were still something you regretted because you wished you could’ve done better, but seeing him right in front of you now, there was only gratefulness blooming within. Grateful that he was right by your side, grateful that at least the father of your child was more than capable of giving them a comfortable life, grateful that he didn’t push you away like you expected.

Acting more on impulse than logic, you leaned over to press your lips on his cheek.“Thank you,” you mumbled, eyes closed as you let your lips stay there for a few more seconds.

His skin was warm underneath your touch, and when you opened your eyes, Satoru was gazing up at you with stars twinkling in the vast galaxy he called his eyes. You smiled at his reaction, watching as he reached a palm out to caress that spot your lips had landed.“For what?”

“For everything,” you crumbled,“You’re not a bad person, Satoru, I know that,” with shuddered breaths, tears sprung at the back of your eyes again. “I’m sorry for being so difficult. I just need time to adjust to…well, all of this.” Your voice cracked at the last sentence and you were crying before you knew it, face hidden behind your palms in fear he’d look at you differently. In his eyes, you were always his stoic secretary who didn’t even bat an eye when people gave you backlash after Satoru hired you despite the lack of a college degree.

This all felt new – to cry, to trust, to rely on someone – and there was a flurry of emotions you couldn’t quite place yet.

Scooping you into his arms, Satoru patted your back as your cries grew louder. “Take all the time you need. We don’t have to rush into anything at all.”

In the harsh world of conglomerates where the laws of business blurred thinner and thinner with each day, it was hard to believe that not rushing into anything would be possible. It was always a flurry of hurried phone calls, frantic preparations for emergency meetings, anxiety over presenting new proposals and hoping that your superiors would sign your documents so you could go about your way. Time was as imperative as money was to them, but Satoru had proved he could be beyond that.

From the moment you met him, he never treated time as if it was something that slipped through his fingertips. He enjoyed every second he had of his life, and perhaps that was why you hated him so much in the first place.

You thought he took everything for granted, when in reality, all he did was bask in the little things life offered.

This much, at least, you trusted him with. If he said there would be no need to rush and you could both take it slow, he meant it. Around him, time felt more like a secret whisper than a treasure you both had to seize to protect. The night drifted off until it was already midnight and the crew was ushering all visitors out. You and Satoru made it home safely and quietly, hands linked together as if it was the most natural thing ever. No rush, you kept telling yourself, and you plopped down on the couch heavily as you let your muscles relax from such a long, eventful day.

You stayed there for a solid minute or so when you felt warm hands take your heels off. Opening your eyes, Satoru kneeled before you, his fingers expertly rubbing and pushing against the sore muscles of your feet. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Your feet must be tired from all that walking,” he mumbled, looking up briefly to meet your eyes and tease your shoulder back. “Lean back for me. I’ll take care of you.”

Judging by the sentiment behind his smile, you figured it wouldn’t be harmful to enjoy this at least once. You’ve never gotten foot massages before but his hands kneading yours felt heavenly. You knew from experience beforehand that Satoru was quite godly when it came to the skills and magic his fingers brought, though this one was on a different level, and you were sinking deeper into the couch from the bliss. He was right; you were tired, and if having your boss massage you like this every night after dragging you wherever he pleased, then you wouldn’t complain.

The ringing of your phone made you sit up abruptly, surprising Satoru whose head you almost knocked into. “Sorry,” you croaked out sheepishly, “It’s my dad. I need to take this.”

“Do you need me to leave you alone?”

“Uh, no, you’re fine.”

Satoru gestured to your foot as you took the call, mouthing, “Should I continue?”

“Yes, please,” you answered back, palm pressed over the mic before you answered. “Hey, Dad!” Your father greeted you back with much enthusiasm, his energy heard even by Satoru who sent you small smiles and curious glances every now and then. A part of you wanted to ask if he was fine kneeling on the floor like that, but his knees were on the fur carpet anyway that it shouldn’t hurt him. He extended your leg and trailed up your calves, pulling a soft moan from you when he kneaded the flesh and rid it of its knots. His ministrations distracted you until you were nodding absentmindedly to your Dad every now and then, not really paying attention to what he was saying.

Then the call ended, and his last words kept ringing back into your head ominously. Satoru took quick notice of this as he tapped your knee, bringing your attention back to him. “Is something wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I...” you started, helplessly fumbling around Satoru. “My dad is in Tokyo. He said he wants to have dinner with me.”

“You don’t look particularly happy about that. Do you not want to meet your father?”

“I do but...”

“But?”

“I have to tell him about this,” you shivered, refracting your legs back to the couch until his touch disappeared from your skin. For a moment, you had the urge to crawl back to his heat, but you were restless, agitated. “About us. He’s going to want to meet you and I don’t want to hide the pregnancy from him either,” Satoru remained unmoving as you rambled, and you hid your face behind your arms again as you remembered the rules you asked him to follow. “Listen, I’m sorry if I sound unfair right now, I know I said I didn’t want anyone else knowing—”

Warm lips brushed over your knuckles, large hands peeling your wrists to reveal your face. “Hey, it’s fine. He’s family and you can tell him. It’s not like your Dad would ruin your image or something like you expected to happen.”

“He won’t but...” you frowned, “My dad isn’t going to like this. I can’t guarantee he’ll be civil the whole time, especially towards you.”

“You told him about me?”

“A few years ago, yeah, when I still couldn’t tolerate you.”

“So you can tolerate me now?”

“Only a little bit,” you corrected, pushing his hands away as you opened your phone to check your schedule. It was mostly Satoru’s schedule, truth be told, but you were free for the most part tomorrow. Satoru could just longue back in his office while you clocked out early to meet your dad. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. On second thought, he doesn’t have to know at all. I’m only a few weeks in and it’s not like he’ll notice—”

“Y/N,” Satoru interrupted you, rudely snatching his phone from your shaking fingers. You would’ve scolded him had he not sounded so worried. “I did promise I would take responsibility for you, right? I want to meet your dad and introduce myself properly. As a father-to-be, I think I can somewhat understand that he might react strongly to this, but I also need to reassure him you’re in safe hands,” taking your hand in his, Satoru leaned into your palm, the smile he wore way too charming than what your heart could handle. “As long as you’re okay with it, I would like to meet him.”

“I’m sorry if he does something stupid.”

“Don’t be,” he reassured with a chuckle. “I’m sure everything will go well.”

It didn’t go well. Your father wasn’t throwing a fit or causing a scene like you originally feared, but the current situation wasn’t any better either. He looked like he was on the verge of tearing Satoru’s head apart, his grip on the bread knife so tight his knuckles flashed white. Your father was the literal definition of unpredictable and out of nervousness, you held Satoru’s hand under the table for comfort.

In complete opposition of yours, Satoru handled it with class and composure. His head was ducked down in respect, making sure to be curt and precise in counters to your father’s harsh accusations.

“I’m really sorry for everything, Sir.”

“Did you ruin my daughter’s life?”

Satoru finally tilted his head back up to look your father in the eye, both your hands turning cold and sweaty in between the seats. “Pardon?”

“I asked if you ruined my daughter’s life by getting her pregnant.”

“I would never intend for that to happen, Sir,” Satoru straightened up. From your perspective, he looked every bit the man parents would want their children to be with – handsome, elegant, educated, polite, respectful and well-off – but your father was no ordinary parent. He sized Satoru up like a predator hunting his prey even as the latter acted cool about it. “Granted, it was an accident and neither of us are prepared for this, but I promise I’ll take care of her. I take responsibility as the father and you have nothing to worry about.”

Your dad slammed his palms down on the table, the loud smack catching the attention of nearby tables. “How dare you tell me I have nothing to worry about?”

“Dad, please don’t do this.”

“No, he needs to know,” he snapped. Unable to help it, you groaned inwardly and scooted closer to Satoru, knowing where this was leading. “I lost her mother right after she was born; raised her by myself when I was barely out from high school. Rich men like you may never understand the struggles of taking care of a baby all by yourself, but I did everything I could to make sure she grew up well. My daughter had a happy, comfortable life. When she told me she wanted to follow her dreams in Tokyo, I supported her, and then you go take everything away from her because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself? You dare defile her like that?”

“Dad!” you roared, clutching Satoru’s hand who’d gone limp. “It was equally my responsibility as it is his! I wanted this; we both got carried away but we’re doing our best, so please stop being difficult to us.”

“You wanted this?” he laughed dryly, “A child with this man you kept moaning to me about; the same man who went to clubs every night while he left you all by yourself to work, to clean up his mess from him? You wanted him?”

“Dad,” you gritted your teeth, nails sinking down onto your thigh. Satoru remained silent between you both, although you could feel his burning gaze penetrating through the back of your skull. “It’s both our mistake. But this child...we don’t see it as that. We like to view it as a blessing. It may be true we harbour no affection for one another, but we want to be good parents. That’s all you need to know and I find no reason to explain myself to you. If you have nothing else to say, you can go back home. I’ll pay for your ride,” slamming down a few bills his way, you glared at your father, who shrunk back at the anger radiating off of you. “You’re not welcome here, Dad. Just go back home.”

“I’m just worried for you.”

“You don’t have to. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“I never said you were,” he sighed, rubbing the sides of his temples. “But he just took all your opportunities away from you! What about your dreams? What about your plan of having your own career once you have enough experience? What about—”

“Are you implying that because I’m pregnant, suddenly I’m not qualified to fulfil my goals?”

“Sir,” Satoru cut you off, releasing your hands as he leaned forwards on the table, becoming more and more like the CEO he was trained to be – all authority and gentle command that won the hearts of multiple investors. “I assure you that I won’t be holding your daughter back from the things she wants to achieve. As her co-parent, I’m perfectly capable of supporting her in the dreams she wishes to achieve. I’ve worked with her for years; I know she can reach for the stars if she wanted.”

Your mind blanked.

“Young man, don’t talk to me as if you know my daughter better than I do,” your father scorned, “I’m not questioning your capability to support her, but what about your credibility? How can you assure me you’ll really be there for her? How can you assure me you won’t leave my daughter stranded in the middle of nowhere? How can you assure me you can protect her from the harsh criticism of society? Money can’t provide nor does it solve anything,” your father copied his gesture by leaning forward, but it was to poke Satoru’s chest. “From what I’ve heard about you, I suppose you understand perfectly well why I don’t trust you.”

“Sir, I do plan on marrying your daughter and to give her the life she deserves,” Satoru confessed, effectively stealing from you the ability to speak as he glimpsed your way. “If she lets me.”

“You’ll marry her? Be faithful to her as your wife and have a family? Are you sure you can do that?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m highly confident I can. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Then that’s all I need to know,” your father leaned back in your seat, arms crossed against his chest and a stern expression on his face. “And if I find out you hurt or make my daughter cry in any way, I’ll beat up that pretty face of yours. I have two more sons that’re willing to do the same, if you don’t watch your actions.”

Satoru beamed at your father’s ‘approval.’ “I’ll face any consequence if I fall short on my duties, Sir, but I assure you, it will never have come to that.”

“So we’ve come to an agreement?”

The two men linked and shook hands across the table, completely disregarding the fact you were right beside him. You were beyond appalled, but mostly hurt that you’d been reduced to this way. And they were unaware of it, too, sickening and satisfied yet tense smiles were masked on their faces as they decided your future.

You stood up and left the restaurant.

You kept walking as fast as you could in the cold night, hands shoved into the coat of your pockets. Thousands of pin needles pricked at your heart and your skin the more you replayed the memory in your head. How stupid were you to think that Satoru would be different? And marriage? Was he serious? It all made you sick to the core to the point you wanted to throw up and disappear, until a heavy set of footsteps echoed behind you and tugged your wrist.

“Y/N, wait!” Satoru panted, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “What’s wrong with you? You just up and left—”

“Seriously, Satoru, you’re asking me that?” your face fell flat at his cluelessness, “What’s wrong with you? You men are sickening; planning my entire future like that right in front of me as if I don’t have a say in what I want. None of you asked if I’m okay with this. You really went ahead deciding we’ll get married when I told you already, I don’t want to marry you and I never will!”

Satoru brushed a hand over his hair, a hand on his hip. You could tell his patience was being tested – after being verbally harassed by your father and now with you pushing back in the same heat, it was only a matter of time before he lost his cool. Surprisingly enough, however, his voice remained levelled as he sighed. “What did you expect me to do back there? Tell your father that we’re just going to be roommates and raise a child together as if we’re not already family?” he defended, words slow and pronounced with a hint of hurt behind them. “I respect you and I truly do want to be with you, that’s why I wanted us to get married.”

“You respect me?” you laughed incredulously, “Are you hearing yourself right now? No person respects another by deciding what happens to my life without my consent!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask, okay? I apologize for it and I acknowledge my mistake that I didn’t give you much of a choice. Me being cornered and pressured isn’t a good excuse, but I wasn’t lying when I said I want to take care of you and—”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you want to be with me?” you demanded, “Why do you want to take care of me so badly? How did you even take this so well? You weren’t even that angry when I told you I was pregnant.”

Satoru paled. “Was I supposed to be? Should I have pushed you away and kicked you out my life? Is that what you wanted me to do, or is that what you expected from me, considering you’ve made it extremely clear I’m nothing but your airheaded boss and a man who always wants his dick wet, right?” the sting of his words pricked you both – you with your guilt, and him with his pride crushed. But he didn’t let on, didn’t waver and didn’t match your anger as his chest shook with impatience. “I’m trying to be good to you; I want to be good for you and the baby because despite what you think of me, I’m not the devil the tabloids make me out to be. I sleep around, yeah, but I wouldn’t go so far to turn someone away especially when I know I’m supposed to be there.”

“Satoru, if you’re only doing this out of obligation, you can be a good father without marrying me. Marriage is not a requirement; I don’t care what people say that I got pregnant without getting married. That’s the least of my concern, I just want the baby to grow up healthy but I don’t want to be involved with you.”

With how stunned Satoru looked, one would’ve thought you slapped him right in the face. That mere sight of seeing your boss tear his walls down in front of you almost made you feel bad, but you had to be strong.

You had to be firm with what you stood for.

“I really don’t want to be with you, Satoru. I’m so sorry.”

“What do you want me to do?” his voice cracked, begging and pleading as he stood before you, looking every bit of a man lost in uncharted territory. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/N. One moment, you’re telling me you want me to be a good father, and then the next you’re pushing me away. People are so sure that I’m a man who can never settle down because they believe I have commitment issues, but I’m telling you I can commit to you right now,” he held your hand, rubbing some of his warmth at your comparably cold ones. You didn’t fail to notice that he was trembling, but what about what you couldn’t decipher. “Are you really sure I’m the one here who isn’t capable of that? What are you so scared of that you can’t trust me?”

“Because you’re you! Because you’re a fucking asshole who’s been treating me like I’m an overworking machine and always expects me to undo your shit for you! Because you make me sick and I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t know what love means!” Exploded. You exploded. “I regret everything that happened between us that night. No, in fact, I regret ever meeting you at all.”

Satoru took a step back.

All the light and joy that fit so perfectly with him had now disappeared.

“I’m sorry,” he demurred, “I’m sorry that I’d been so repulsive that you’ve felt miserable for all this time. I’m sorry I haven’t been a decent boss and I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you.”

“Gojo, stop. Stop doing that; stop apologizing!”

“Then tell me what you want me to do,” he barked desperately. “Because I can’t read your mind and I just want to be good for you.”

“What if I don’t want you to? I don’t want you to be good to me, I don’t want you to care about me. Be there for the baby, but don’t involve yourself too much in my personal life. Stop asking me to marry you because you and I would never work out. We’re impossible, okay?”

“How do you know we’ll never work out when we haven’t even tried?” he pushed, “You never even gave me a chance.”

“You’re not worth that chance.”

If someone could receive an award for effortlessly trampling over someone repeatedly, you would’ve been crowned winner a long time ago. You had no idea what came over you as you spat all those hurtful words to Satoru, but did your words bear no truth? The fact that he no longer defended himself meant he also knew that he wasn’t worth it – that he wasn’t someone to be trusted. It wasn’t that you were completely unfair too; of course you considered it. Weeks of living under the same roof as him and you most definitely considered it. Say you did get married and became a real family – what then? It wasn’t a marriage out of love, but rather out of responsibility and obligation.

As much as you loved your child, you couldn’t imagine throwing away your future and living miserable for the rest of your life like that.

A life built on lies wasn’t a life worth living.

“I would never hurt you.”

Your heart cracked. After everything you said, after all your efforts to keep him away from your own safety, after all the hurtful things you’ve done to him, and he was still apologizing? Why did he have to make it so hard to let go? You were tired, so tired that you could no longer refrain your lip from quivering as tears caked your face.

“Gojo, please, don’t—”

“So if me stepping away from your life is what would really make you happy, then I’ll respect it. But there’s one thing I have to ask,” Satoru swiped a thumb under your eye to catch the tear. His smile was forlorn, his touch cold and words melancholic. “Do you want the baby? Do you...want to keep the baby and be a mother? You don’t have to do anything for me, I just want to know if the mother of my child even wants to be one. And please be honest, because everything you say right now are words that I’ll mark seriously.”

The word left your mouth before you could stop it.

“No.”

“No what?”

“I don’t want to be a mother,” you admitted, hands trailing over your belly. It felt like you were betraying your own child, but you hadn’t planned this. “I’m too young, Satoru, I-I’m not ready for this. With you there beside me or not, I really don’t want this.”

“Then,” he cleared his throat, turning his head to the side to catch a moment. You swore you saw his eyes shine under the city lights with tears, but it was gone so soon that you might’ve just fooled yourself with it. Once he deemed himself ready to talk, Satoru took a deep breath. “Do I have your consent that once the baby is born...it’ll be under my care? Would you prefer to reach your own dreams, then? You’ll never have to be a part of the Gojo family if it’s really not what you want, even though I could support you as much as you need me to.”

Your eyes widened at his proposition. “You’ll take care of our baby?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Can I...can I visit them, at least, once in a while?” It was more than just your heart that broke that night. There was no telling whether you’d hurt yourself in the long run with this decision. It was no easy choice to make – to actively pursue your dreams somewhere else more than being a mother. You wanted to do your best, of course you did, but it wasn’t that easy. Gojo didn’t have to tell you for you to understand that once you married him, you’d be expected to run the business with him and be involved in his family and their dramas. Now that wasn’t a life you wanted.

“You’re free to visit them whenever,” he promised, voice fading even lower into the background. “So is this it? We’ll just be living under the same roof until the baby is born and once they’re here...”

“We’ll part ways.”

“We’ll part ways,” he nodded in agreement, sniffling for a brief second before fixing his tie. The Gojo Satoru you got to know for a few weeks had now disappeared. Not even the goofy boss you spent seven years with could be found in the coldness of his eyes, almost as if he’d put up such impenetrable walls around him and nothing could pass through. The sudden shift in aura made your heart clench as he offered his hand to shake. “Okay. Let’s stay professional until then?”

“Yeah, Sir, I can do that,” your hands shook as you enclosed it around his, but now all the warmth had disappeared – from his eyes, his touch, his soul. It hurt, but this was necessary. It was what felt right. “Thank you – for everything.”

“You’re welcome. Anything for you and the baby,” Satoru proclaimed, perplexing you both when he suddenly pulled you in his arms. Just like that, the dam broke, and you were staining his precious suit before you could stop it. His arms rubbed up and down your back the longer he held you there, almost like a final moment to lean on one another before you had to say goodbye eventually. Beneath your palm, his heart beat exuberantly loud, so much so that you might’ve heard the prayers it whispered. “Stop crying now. The baby might feel sad too. We’ll both be alright – we just have to get through this.”

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rommahh · 3 years

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Love On Tour…Actually

{Im sorry for how late this was. I went to the show Friday and honestly, it was the best day of my life. I had a little PCD which made me super unmotivated but I’m back. I love you all, R}

You woke up a little grumpy, you won’t lie. You didn’t like waking up alone especially on a show day. It made you uncomfortable to be left to your own devices without any structure or schedule. You understood that Harry was a busy man but it would’ve been nice to receive some text so you could plan your day accordingly.

Sitting on the couch in the lounge of your hotel room, you chowed down on leftover pasta while watching Netflix on your iPad. You had yet to receive a text from Harry even though you had texted him hours ago when you woke up. It was hard to tell if he was ignoring you out of anger or if he was simply just lost in track. Either way you felt dejected.

On the other hand, Harry hadn’t even noticed that he iced you. He was busy running around Nashville trying to get things ready for tonight’s show. He bought you a new dress and shoes, and got the ring fitted. It was hard to figure out your ring size but he end up measuring your finger when you were passed out asleep in bed last night. When you slept, you slept and he knew that would be the perfect time to measure your finger.

Harry was so busy that morning, that by the end of his errands he realized he didn’t even have time to go back to the hotel before rehearsals. He was sporting a small cough and his vocal chords felt overworked but that’s all apart of tour.

Pulling his phone out of his back pocket as he walked into the arena, he dialed your number quickly. He had people trying to talk to him but he paid them no mind.

“Oh? Would you look who’s here?” Harry’s head shot up to the sound of your voice. There you sat on his dressing room couch, arms crossed over one another as you glared at him. Your gaze burned through him and he could just tell he was in trouble.

“Hello lovie.” Harry rasped.

“Harry you sound like shit but here you are up and about running around. You should’ve slept in this morning.” Scolding as you stand up to walk in front of him. Harry could feel the anger radiate off of you but you hid it well. He melted into your hands that cupped his warm cheeks.

“I had a lot of errands to run and I didn’t want to wake you. Also it’s just a sore throat from singing and traveling- comes with being on tour.” He mumbles dropping his head into your neck. You caress the hairs on the back on his neck and massage the tense muscles.

“You’ve got to think about yourself more, Harry. You have a show to put on but you can’t put on your best show if you’re not at your best. I am not happy with you at all.” Even though your words were scolding him, you held him your arms in the most soothing way. That’s what Harry loved about you, you cared for him like no one else could (aside from his mom). You could tell him off with your harshest words but he’d always feel your love from miles away.

“You’re right love, sorry for not keeping in touch today.” You hum in acknowledgement. You both pulled away from each other when his driver walked in with Harry’s abundance of bags. “Thank you, sir.”

“What all did you buy?” You ask walking towards the bags. Harry’s arm shot out in front of you making you stop. You looked up at him in shock. “Fine be secretive.”

You huffed before making your way back to the couch. Harry rolled his eyes at you, making way to his shopping bags. Plucking the bag from Nordstrom he plopped it down on the table in front of you.

“I just didn’t want you snooping at some other stuff. I bought you this, for tonight.” He sat down beside you, thighs touching leaving no room between you two.

“Im not trying to be mean. Just a little peeved that you left this morning without telling me. You also have a cold and I wanna take care of you since you won’t do it.” A hand rubs his forehead luring his eyes shut.

“Sorry baby, I thank you for caring so much.” He whispers sleepily.

“Im always gonna care for my bubs.” Kissing him on the lips, your turn your attention to the bag. The small grey bag had light tissue paper covering the product within the bag. The tissue falls to the floor as you dig into the bag. A silky champagne dress, folded neatly to decrease wrinkles, sits in the bag. The dress was soft and you knew it was loose enough to give you the room to dance. Soft snores escaped the boy beside you- the exhaustion evident on his face.

You pull the dress out of the bag and walk over to where his outfit of the night hung. The dress was hung beside his to be steamed for later. Turning around, you smile at the sight of your curled up boyfriend. Your heart hurt knowing that in a few minutes he would have to go rehearse.

Harry sleepily went through rehearsals sitting in a chair the whole time. He knew his stage cues and performance, he only had one more thing to rehearse but it required for you to not be in the room. He gave one look to Jeff to signal him to get you out. Jeff made up some excuse saying that he needed help with some social media post for the show.

Before the show, there was a catered dinner from some local restaurant. Harry ate a light meal of fresh vegetables and a sweet iced tea which has grown on him having lived in the states for some years. You ate grilled chicken and fries enjoying the free food. The two of you ate alone in his dressing room- wanting a moment of piece before the crazy.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Harry. He shrugs, he was more nervous than anything but you wouldn’t understand why if he had told that to you. He felt floaty. Tonight would be a game changer, a step in a whole new direction. This is something he’s wanted to do for years now but it’s finally happening, and he’s scared.

"Im ok, a little tired but what else is new. I can't wait to sleep all night and cuddle with you." He grabs your hand from across the table. you squeeze it, frowning at his revelation.

"I don't like that you're so tired." You worry, his hand squeezes yours in reassurance.

“Im ok, it’s all apart if the job.” He looks down to your bare ring finger, thumb brushing over the empty spot. Your nails were done in your favorite way, some funky pattern you found from Pinterest all painted on short coffin nails.

“I love you Harry and I’m so proud of you. I know that these years put us both in a bad place mentally but I’m happy of where we are now.” Harry could almost tear up to your words. They settled into his mind, resonating. He was making the perfect decision and you solidified that ideal.

2014

Harry didn’t know how they did it. A show every night, a new state everyday, a new country every few months- he was burnt out. He was tired of shared tour buses and the lack of autonomy. Last nights LA show was amazing, the crowd was amazing, the energy was amazing- so why did he feel so horrid?

He walked around in The Grove, security guards walking in front and behind him. He wanted a peaceful day alone but here they were. Fans watched suspiciously trying to decipher if it was Harry or not. His hat and sunglasses were obviously not the disguise he thought they would be.

As the whispers got louder, his heart started to flurry more. Panic seeped into his veins as he looked for an escape. Bolting in the Barnes and Nobles- security guards close behind- Harry asked for the employees to close shop just for a moment. Harry only needed a moment to get a car near by to escape to. Feeling overwhelmed, Harry hid.

In between the historical fiction and romance aisle is where he sat. Head between his knees, trying to catch his breathe.

“Are you ok?” A voice asked from above him. His head whipped up in shock. Standing there was you, three books clutched between your arms. Adjusting your dress you dropped down to the floor in front of him.

“I-im fine, tired but fine.” He replied. He looked different than he did the night before, you thought. Last night, he was energetic and full of life and now, now you saw a boy whose exhaustion overpowered him.

“You here for any books?” You were just trying to change the subject, something you did with yourself when you had panic attacks.

“Oh no, I don’t-“ he stuttered shaking his head. You smiled at him before pulling a book from your stack. The fault In Our Stars, your new favorite.

“I love this book, one of my favorites. Heard a movie is coming out too so that’s fun.” You joke. Harry’s relaxed slightly, you nestled closer to him. Opening the book, you began reading, your gentle voice calming Harry.

At the start of chapter four, an interruption pulled you both away. Harry’s security guard told Harry that a car was waiting and the perimeter of the store was clear. Harry nodded telling the guard to give him five more minutes.

“I guess this is it.” You mumble closing your book. Harry nods but makes no move to leave. Something clicks in him as he looks at your face again.

“You were at the concert last night, meet and greet?” He muses.

“Yeah, One Direction is my favorite band. My friend bought our vip tickets for my birthday. Best night ever.” You say quietly, scared that he might think that you’re some obsessed fan.

“Oh, well I’m glad you enjoyed the show….so why didn’t you freak out today or- or expose where I was?”

“You’re a human being, just like me. You get nervous, frustrated, and sad just like me. You get panic attacks just like. Who am I to treat you differently?” Your words did so much for Harry. “Now don’t get me wrong, you’re my favorite in the band, but I don’t idolize you nor do I wish to be in your position cause I know it must be hard.”

“It is. Hard, I mean, really really hard. I love my job but I’m tired.” The silence you two shared burned a connection between you two. “This may be weird but could I have your number? I like talking to you and I wanna hear more of this book.”

Placing your hand made bookmark in the book, you closed in and gently placed it on Harry’s lap. “Have it. I have one at home and if you still want to talk about it- I’ll give you my number.”

Harry stills as the book sits in his lap. “I want to talk to you about the book.”

After exchanging numbers, Harry was urged by you to go. Walking side by side to the door, you were separated by his security.

“Harry, don’t let this keep hurting you. Find the joy and grasp on to it.”

You turned out to be his joy. Calls every night after shows and different books being read together, you both gravitated towards each other. Everyday was a new day to grow closer together. He invited you to more concerts, paying for every ticket because he just needed to be with you.

The show was going beautifully. Harry looked amazing in stage in all white and most fans were captivated by your outfit too. It worried you to see Harry so exhausted on stage but you knew he would stick it through like he always does. Proud was an understatement in your eyes. Harry made you more than proud.

You stood in the back of the watermelon pit at the end of the aisle where his stage stopped a few feet away. Jeff stood beside you like he normally did but he was acting suspicious. You two never stood on the side of Harry’s exit but this is where Jeff said you’d get the best view tonight.

Harry sang his final ‘we’ll be alright’ before doing his stage stroll and bows, but instead of finishing in the middle of the stage- he went down stage to the place he normally exits to at the end of the night. You watched in confusion, along with the crowd, as he walked down the steps to you. The crowd erupted in screams as the lights focused on where you were standing.

“What are you doing?” You asked with large eyes of shock. You felt your heart stop in your chest. The crowd getting louder by the moment. Harry walked closer to you, one hand digging into his pocket while his eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t place what was happening but you’re eyes welled with even more tears nonetheless. Jeff was to the side with a huge smile and his phone out to capture the moment.

“Y/N, my love, my light, the best thing that has happened to me,” he didn’t have his mic on so the crowd couldn’t hear him but you could hear him perfectly. As if you two were the only ones in the large arena, you could only see Harry. “From the moment I met you in the bookstore, I knew you were meant to be in my life. Somehow you took me from my darkest place and guided me to my lightest.

I know our lives have been hard but we’ve always found a way to be alright. I want that for the rest of my life. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life, so will you please, my love, marry me?”

You gave him no time to answer as you yanked him up by his arm. You wept as you exclaimed loud yeses, yeses that could be heard by a few fans who screamed in excitement igniting the rest of the crowd to scream. Harry picked you up in his arms, throwing one arm out to wave at the crowd before bounding backstage.

“Oh my god Harry!” You exclaimed as he set you down. He only had a few minutes to talk so you kept it quick. You pulled his face down to your kissing his lips. This kiss pulled you both deeper into each other.

He pulled away making you whine. “I gotta go back but I promise you’ll get it all tonight. I can’t believe you said yes. I love you so much.”

Harry’s energy multiplied by 100 going back on stage. He even went as far as to explain what watermelon sugar was about. Remembering when the song was made, it made your legs clench together- a pulse overwhelming your lower regions.

Looking down at your hand, you could feel yourself tear up again at the ring he bought you. It fit perfectly in your hand, you remember him measuring your hand that night even though he thought you were asleep. The thought of your future made your heart swell. A future with new music, a wedding, a nice house, and babies made your heart swell. This was something you couldn’t wait for.

Harry found his joy in you but he never knew about the joy he was to your dark life.

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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could you do some angsty smut please??

oh hell yeah we can. this is going to be 70srockstar!harry with roadie!y/n eekkkk! okay have fun;

Being the girlfriend of the most famous, golden boy rockstar was the craziest rollercoaster you’d ever ride.

For the past 6 months you’ve been touring with the one and only Harry Styles, living your life between helping on tour, drinking endless amounts of wine and smoking a hell of a lot of weed. The job had come past you at the perfect moment. Your dad happened to be best friends with the tour manager, Jeff Azoff, who’d spoken of their being a job opening for a roadie. You were employed to help set up the musical equipment and test out the instruments before the act went on at night, falling in love for the man you roadied for was just an add on. A beautiful bonus.

It was a lot more pressure being Harry’s girlfriend than people thought though. There was so much pressure to act a certain way and present yourself another way. Harry was so idolised and craved by millions and it put pressure on you to be a certain person for him. You loved him so much and you were so scared that he might one day realise that there was so much better than you - at least in your eyes. Someone extroverted. Someone musically talented. Someone who wasn’t a virgin.

Harry had never pressured you into anything sexual unless you were ready. Of course he was notorious for being an above star rating, when it came fo sex - thanks to all the articles published by the many men and women, sometimes both together, he had slept with. The sex reputation went hand-in-hand with his rock-n-roll aesthetic, so that part of him would never change. You’d only been with Harry for 4 of those 6 months, managing to fall for him very quickly, so you wondered just how he was coping without having had sex for that long. He usually had a different person each night to take backstage after his concert to play with how he wanted, hence how he built his reputation, but since you there had been no one.

Sex was such a big thing for Harry though, so you couldn’t help but feel like you were letting him down.

Currently, you were sat on his bed on the tour bus reading an article that had been published about your boyfriend last week. Your heart strings tugged as you read one section of the interview.

Interviewer: The new album, tell me about it.

Harry: It’s coming on slowly yeah. Just want this one to be perfect so, taking my time.

Interviewer: What would you say your biggest inspiration is for writing?

Harry: Changed on every project, to be honest man. Sometimes it’s about past relationships. Sometimes it’s about issues i’m going through. A lot of the time it’s about sex!

Interviewer: Yeah, dude, I have noticed that like every other song is about sex. Is that something you’re quite open about?

Harry: I think sex can be either something so beautiful or so passionate. Don’t believe in sad sex! But, um, yeah i’m always really honest lyrically when it comes to the songs about sex and I hope others see it as that too.

Interviewer: No it definitely does! Thanks Harry for your time and, um, keep on having sex so that third album breaks even more records!

Harry: Will do man!

It was easy to understand why you were upset. Harry’s biggest inspiration wasn’t possible for this album, because you were too nervous to let him have you. All of you. You felt a burden, as if you were holding him back from living his life and creating something so amazing. His past two albums had been such hits for songs such as ‘She’ and ‘Only Angel’, which were inspired by the intimate times with past lovers. There would only be sad songs if he wrote an album without any spice.

That’s why as soon as Harry came back on the bus, dressed in shorts and a shirt that was unbuttoned to see his toned chest, you jumped him and kissed him like your life depended on him. He was taken back by surprise, but welcomed your lips nevertheless.

Pulling back he mumbled some words against your lips, “Well this is a nice welcome back gift.” He chuckled at the eagerness of your lips and let his hands roam over your body - from your neck to your waist and over your ass. This man knew what he was doing.

“Harry?” You whispered, stopping your kiss and looking at his beautiful swollen red lips. He was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah baby?” He kept himself close to you and you could feel the stiffie that he’d developed pressing against your front.

“Can we… I’m.. If you…”

“What baby? Can tell me anything, y’know that.”

“Wanna have sex with you.” You told him the most simple virgin way ever, your face heating up when you saw him smirking down at you. You’d screwed yourself over here and were getting all shy and embarrassed about it.

“Hey, no. Don’t hide from me,” He drew your face back to his and kept his eyes on yours to provide you some familiar comfort, “you sure?”

“Mhm, yes.” You nodded affirmatively.

“It might hurt a little, okay? First time means that your cute little pussy is going to be really tight. Don’t even know whether you’ll be able to take me.” He taunted you, cupping his hands to your cheeks and brushing his thumbs carefully over your skin to ease your tension.

“I w-will.” You moused out, wanting to be this person for him.

“‘Course you can. You’re my best girl and I know you’ll fit perfectly for me, yeah?” He rhetorically asked pushing you back to the bed and letting you flop there. You watched him as he discarded his clothes, following his lead, until you were both naked in front of each other. You’d been this far before, but this time it felt different. It felt more lustful and exposed and nerve-wracking.

Harry bent down and started to kiss you from your belly upwards, leaving kisses everywhere until he reached your jaw where he bit more than he kisses. He loved seeing his marks being left behind on your skin, proving to everyone that you were his and his alone. His hands found comfort ins kneading and squeezing your breasts like dough, loving the way they were so soft and yet so hard beneath his warm hands. As he found your lips and divulged in your sweet tastes, you slunk your hand down and grabbed ahold of his cock, pumping him a few times to get him primed. You felt the trickles of pre-cum drip from his tip and it only excited you even more.

Taking your lead, Harry pushed one of his hands in between your bodies and started playing with your wet cunt, paying extra attention to your needy clit. He knew you loved it when his fingers got rough, so that’s exactly how he played. His tongue was battling against yours, whilst you both stimulated pleasure to one another. The wet and beautiful sounds filled the room, heightening your arousal - Harry could feel it too, his fingers becoming wetter with every circle and pump of his fingers.

“You ready, baby?” He asked carefully, plucking his lips away from yours with a wet sounding smack. You already looked fucked out and he had barely done anything to you yet.

“Y-yes.” You stumbled, so excited yet so nervous. You were finally going to give Harry what he had been missing for so long and you were also going to let yourself go, and divulge in something new and potentially life-changing.

He leant back and rubbed his own cock for a few strokes, before lining the tip of it with your opening. He teased your entrance, making you bite your lip in anticipation. He smiled down at you and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ without any sounds leaving his lips, before you did the same. The head of his cock started to push in, but you didn’t expect it to hurt as much as it did.

“Shit fuck, y’so tight baby. Need you to relax for me, okay?” He asked, pulling away so he could watch your body relax. You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe, reminding yourself that the best way to relax is not to think about the problem itself but oh how you’d feel when the problem’s fixed. You smiled and once Harry could see your shoulders un-tense, he, once again, pushed his cock into your opening. He hissed at the contact, obviously finding it so pleasurable even if it was only minimal contact, but you, you felt so much pain and soreness from absolutely nothing.

You couldn’t do this.

“It should just…” Harry tried a different angle, but your smile had disappeared and your whole range of emotions had resumed to flat and disappointed in yourself. “Maybe if I just..” Harry tried to hold your legs a little wider and guide his cock more firmly into your opening, but each time he couldn’t push past a certain point without your body rejecting him or your facial expressions telling him he should stop.

“St-stop Harry please.” You cried, bringing your hands up to cover your face as you let the tears flow freely. “Please stop.”

“O-okay. Just gonna…” And he slid out as much as he’d managed to get in, which was probably less than an inch. It hurt when he pulled away and your cunt felt like it was on fire. It stung and it didn’t feel right. You felt like a failure and an embarrassment.

You cried into your arms, letting harsh sobs take over your body. You chest felt tight and your eyes stung worse than your cunt did. God, you couldn’t even do one thing for him. You were the reason why he was having a hard time writing at the moment. You were the reason people would be disappointed to hear no sex inspired songs on the album. He might even have to use past experiences as inspiration, which made your heart curl with jealousy. You didn’t feel like you were enough for him, like you would ever be enough for him.

“I’m so sorry Harry,” You sat up from the bed, not wanting to look at him and his disappointed expression as he stay knelt on the bed - cock looking painfully hard still. You scrambled for your t-shirt and your joggers and then walked out of the room, across the bus’ narrow corridor, and into the bathroom.

You looked at yourself in then mirror and were disappointed at what, or who, you saw. Looking back at you was the person who couldn’t even have sex. You couldn’t give Harry what he deserved. You were a failure and it was stamped all over your body. You cried as you looked at yourself, until you couldn’t and you just slid down the wall and onto the floor. You wished for the Earth to just swallow you whole. You couldn’t stand being here when you were clearly broken and useless.

Harry would surely leave you for this. Why would he want to stay with someone who couldn’t even get their boyfriends dick in their pussy? Couldn’t give each other that pleasure? Harry had so many people in the past and surely with you gone he’d have so many people in the future. It would be selfish of you to stay. Harry had needs you completely appreciated that, but it would be just so difficult to let him go when he means so much to you.

There was a quiet knock at the door, which broke you from your cries and self-deprecating. “Y/N? Baby honey? Can I come in, please?”

“S-sorry. Yes of c-course.” You stood up quickly, thinking that he was wanting to be let in to go to the toilet or to have a cold shower go get rid of the hard-on that you’d put there. Too bad you couldn’t have taken it away.

You unlocked the door and shuffled past him, only for him to stop you. He shut the bathroom door behind him, leaving you both infinitely pressed together in the pathway on the bus. He had you pressed you up against the side of the wall and kept his arms at either side of you.

“Sweets—”

“Harry, please don’t say anything. I-I know what you’re thinking and—”

“Yeah? And what am I thinking?” He asked, not moving away from you. You held your cries the best you could and took a deep breathe to continue.

“I’m a disappointment. I-I i’m not good enough. I’m broken.” You choked out, knocking your head back against the wall from frustration.

“Stop it.” Harry ordered firmly, gripping your cheeks in his hands and forcing you to look at him. The look in his eyes was so hard to read, but he looked desperate and worried and hurt. You hated to think that you were the cause of any of those emotions. “Just stop.” Harry’s own eyes were starting to fill with tears too and you brought your own hand up to catch a few of them before they could fall.

“Don’t cry, please.” You begged, keeping your hand pressed to his cheek which he absolutely adored. He loved the feeling of your skin against his. He never wanted to not have it.

“Then don’t say things that hurt me, okay? Hearing you say those things about yourself absolutely breaks m’heart flower. Just because you were a bit too tight to take me today does not mean that you’re a disappointment or you’re a failure or that you’re not good enough. It hurts to think that you’d ever think I would think that, because - fuck -,” Harry pressed his forehead tight against yours and fanned his lips lips over yours. His closeness was everything. “I love you so much it scares me. My feelings for you are so strong and so real. I want your forever and something as trivial as sex is never going to make me want otherwise. Do you get that?”

“B-but the album?” You asked.

“What about the album?”

“I-in the recent magazine interview you said that sex is your biggest i-inspiration. I can’t be that for you.”

“Is that what this is all about? Because you think that my album isn’t coming together because i’m not having sex? Did you miss the part where I said I wanted this one to be perfect and I was taking m’time with it?”

“No.”

“Well I did say that, because it’s for you baby. The whole thing is going to be for you. Every melody. Every lyric. Every song. Just and all for you.” Both of you were silently crying now, absorbed in each others love and adoration for one another.

“I-I didn’t know.”

“Now you do. This album isn’t really for the charts or the awards. It’s for you, m’heart. I love you for a lot more than your body and its’ pleasures.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, taking all his words in and realising how irrationally you’d acted out afterwards.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For even thinking that you’d be so shallow and cold-hearted.”

“You didn’t think that though, baby. I know you and so I know you didn’t. Your thoughts were based around your own insecurities, not to do with your small-thinking over me.” He explained to you, making you nod and kick your lips.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Well then we don’t deserve each other.”

“But i’ll keep you forever if you’d let me.”

“Looks like we’re together forever then, baby honey.”

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