Summary: An idol AU with Sol! Very loosely inspired by Tamon's B-Side (I've only watched EP 1 at the time of writing this)
Warnings: Just your average Sol yandere tendencies. Nothing too crazy!
The setup...
Sol, who has a calm, cool, and even flirty persona as an idol. It's all an act, of course - but it's gained him many fans, including you, who admire him for both his charms and hard work in the industry.
He usually has a neater look, with his hair tied up or in braids and shiny, elegant clothing. But in the safety of his own home... Sol is actually pretty gloomy.
He wears his hair down, covering most of his face, wears baggy clothing and has piercings. He's a five star overthinker who believes he's lying to the entire world and is constantly getting second thoughts about continuing his work - that is, until you crash in, taking over for your family member who works for him as his part-time cleaner.
At first he's mortified, of course (he could handle an adult who has nothing to do with him, but you're around his age and might recognise who he is?!) And doesn't talk to you the entire time you're there as he stares at the wall and avoids speaking + eye contact.
But just as you're packing up and about to leave... you turn around at the exact time Sol pulls down his face mask to drink water, and freeze in your steps.
He looks like... a guy from your favourite idol group?!
Sol panics, you panic, it's a whole mess of you interrogating him and finding out that his usual personality is horribly introverted and gloomy compared to his onstage persona. But as someone who cheers for the entire idol unit... you're quick to argue back that 'Sol' is not a loser. In fact, he's brought joy to countless hearts across the world.
There was also a moment where you, like, bombarded him with fan chants to combat his anti-Sol mindset, so that was fun. He now knows his own fanchant (its floating around his head due to your intensity), isn't that great?
The progression...
As you continue to fill in for your relative (who's unable to do their usual job due to an injury), you continue to work as a cleaner for Sol's apartment. He was still avoiding you at first (like an anxious cat), but eventually your professionalism (not asking him about his work) allowed him to lower his guard a little. In fact, Sol starts to ask you about yourself.
You tell him little things, like what your part time job normally is, or what you're studying at college. Despite how mundane you think these are, Sol's amazed at the ease at which you handle social situations and obstacles. He admits that while he's used to idol work now, he's pretty useless when it comes to 'real life' application. And even then, he's always maintaining a persona at work; only his manager and group mates know how he really is.
As a way to cheer him up, you offer to bring dinner ingredients next time so that he can have a homecooked meal after idol training. Sol tries to say no at first since he feels like he'd be overstepping - but you insist, telling him its for taking such great care of 'Sol the Idol'.
Ba bump.
Sol looks forward to your next shift more than he cares to admit. He hasn't cooked anything for another person ever since he moved out of his mom's place... but when you appear with your groceries, he steps forward first, for the first time, and takes the bags from your hands.
You watch in a mix of awe and dumbfoundedness as Sol washes the ingredients and prepares to cut them up with the skill of a seasoned cook.
"Wait, I was supposed to be the one cooking for you-"
"It's my house, so I should be the host, right?" Sol looks over his shoulder. And for a moment, you see a glint of his stage-self as he gives you a small smile. "Just relax in the meantime, or do your usual work."
"...Yes, sir."
During the meal...
Your awkwardness was embarrassing, to say the least.
You were so used to being the 'extrovert' in comparison to Sol, that the moment he acted so... capable, even setting up the dining table and inviting you to sit - the cogs in your brain stopped working.
This is Sol's chair. And plate. And cutlery.
He cooked this. I watched him peel those potatoes and now--
"...Is the food not to your liking?"
Ah, and overthinking Sol is back. You rush to reassure him it's not that - you're just a little... surprised.
Not that he could cook or extended this kindness to you, but... in how he seemed comfortable enough to turn his back to you while cooking.
Toil, goes the bell
As Sol Brugmansia tendencies usually go... his moods are especially good whenever you're scheduled to come to his apartment for work. But also... after some time, he'd asked his high-school friend for help with researching you a little. Nothing like a background check (Sol trusts you with his life), but instead a harmless little list of the places you frequent and the class schedule you have.
While you may know of his hidden, private side, Sol is still hard to recognise when he's dressed specifically to disguise himself.
He's started to spend his time getting to know your schedule and favourite cafes. Sometimes he's lucky enough to spot you there and hear your voice. Hyugo says he should stop, but Sol can't help it - you're just so bright, that... he can't take the idea of anyone else being a witness to your smile.
He's greedy, he knows: you're already a fan of his, and you share a secret that ties you closer to him than anyone else. But...
Sol kind of wants you even more. Your time, your attention, your mind on him.
Just give him a week or so. He'll figure out how to make it happen naturally; you deserve nothing less than a fairytale, after all. And if Sol can convince the entire world that he's some sort of prince... surely he can also be that, for you.
Summary: In the days leading up to Halloween, you notice that something strange is in the air. Surely you're just imagining things, right?
Note: This is a Halloween themed, supernatural AU! You live in the city... and have caught the eye of a certain ghost.
Warnings: somewhat suggestive content, 18+ rating to be safe! Sol is a Yandere, being a general creep, and is implied to have drugged you, broken into your home, and hypnotized you to an extent. Reader is mentioned to have been drinking at a Halloween party. Please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with these!
Wordcount: 1800+
It all started with a bang.
You’d thought someone broke into your apartment at first, when a sudden force shook your apartment walls and startled you out of your doomscrolling at night.
When you went into your living room to investigate, however—it turned out it was just a gust of wind. In your distracted state, you slammed your window shut and made sure to check that there were no footsteps or signs of human entry.
You neglected to realize that the hinges on the window frame were broken, destroyed by blunt force.
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Five.
During your walks home, you’d stop by a new cafe if your wallet allowed it, trying a drink or slice of cake that caught your eye.
It was a small but effective way to lighten your week; romanticizing your life for a few hours before you had to get back to reality. Today, however… Something about the cafe you chose felt strange.
A chill clung to you despite how the interior was heated with comforting, yellow lights. And every time you put down your drink or leaned down to take a bite of cake… it almost felt as if someone was watching you—a sensation, or unwanted attention, brushing past your lips, or what you could have sworn was the air conditioning pushing your hair out of your face.
…Weird. It almost felt as if something was looming over you, blocking your view of the rest of the cafe.
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Four. As you were sitting and reading on your phone at the park, a gust of wind sweeps past your legs, throwing up the hem of your shirt to expose your mid-drift.
You had gotten used to the odd weather by now; something about autumn and Halloween at the end of the month. But when your acquaintances spot you from afar and come to say hello, a chill crawls down your spine, and you can almost feel a weight pushing down on your neck.
As you tried your best to hold the conversation, your nerves get the best of you. You end up excusing yourself and beelining home—wondering if you’d over-exerted yourself lately.
Why does your body suddenly feel so heavy and flushed?
You step into your bathroom and run a hot shower. After a few moments, the sick, feverish sensations lift off your chest.
But unbeknownst to you, the closets in your bedroom are clinking. Draws open and shut, stealing away a few articles of clothing.
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Three. You have a dream with a faceless man in it, but can’t recall his appearance or name.
It started innocently enough. He had saved you from group of men with torches, whisked you away to a cottage by the beach…
You were sure you ‘loved’ him, at least within the narrative. You spent days and nights cooking together, strolling through fields, and gazing at the stars while laying down on a blanket on the sand.
There was a scene with flowers, you remember, where you lazed on the grass with him and no words had to be exchanged. He gazed down at your, cupping your face with his palm, and…
Ding! You startle back to reality as your microwave calls. Trying to shake away the phantom sensations of his warm palms and hair tickling your chin, you leave your phone on the counter.
On it is a google search of flower types. You’d later identify the field you were in as brugmansias.
Angels Trumpets symbolize transformations and enchanting allure.
What you don’t remember is the mystery man’s ability to control the field of flowers; the scene shifting into glowing scarlet as his emotions bled into the scene.
You were on the brink of proper, pitch-black sleep, after all. And now that the moon was not able to hold him back, Sol cups your face with both hands, smiling down at you as a flower vine places a pill on your lips.
He kisses you with enough fervor to push it down your throat.
You’re his, his, his.
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The clock strikes two when you’re at a Halloween party, tired and drunk out of your mind.
You don’t even recall drinking that much, to be honest—and remain unsure if you simply hallucinated a cute guy offering to dance.
He was wearing a mask, you think. And you exchanged only a few words before your memory grows fuzzy, and you wake up at home, showered and comfortably swaddled into bed.
You’ll need to text your friends and thank them for taking care of you; it seemed that you liked that masked man quite a bit, as you had a dream of being led through a graveyard by him, lured by the welcoming fondness in his eyes.
Or… maybe you didn’t imagine him after all? You must’ve had quite the wild night to have woken up with visible, purpling marks on your neck and down towards your arms.
As you inspect yourself in the mirror, you feel a blush crawling up your neck as a very obvious indent presses down the nape of your neck.
God, you can’t let anyone see this. You’ll figure out how this happened once you finish up your chores.
As you make yourself breakfast and sip on your drink, you come to wonder: did your apartment always smell like flowers?
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One.
The night after Halloween is bathed in darkness as a breeze pushes up your window, and a phantom appears, as if hailing from the moon itself.
Unlike in the past, Sol’s feet hit the ground with a clink as he enters your apartment. He shuts the window, and slowly makes his way to your sleeping self.
“There you are, Pumpkin.” He smiles, unable to contain his joy as his weight causes your mattress to dip.
Ghosts aren’t supposed to interact with the human world at all—only able to move items like poltergeists if they died in a particular manner. However, with the month of Halloween such boundaries become blurred—and luckily for Sol, he’d discovered that it was possible for certain humans to see ghosts even beyond October, if they were binded together in some way.
Luckily for him, his resting place was one that blossomed with brugmansias. And on the night where you went to that Halloween party, he’d been able to appear in front of you by possessing a man—just long enough to lure you away from the busy streets, down a familiar path—and to the cathedral where he was buried, planting a flower petal on your tongue which grew from his grave.
It was sweet, seeing how pliant you were under the moonlight. Sol’s enchantments aside, he was certain that a part of you was always drawn to him—albeit unconsciously, and couldn’t help but extend the night by having a dance with you.
The vessel he’d chosen… Well, it would have to be disposed of, seeing that even if it was Sol’s own doing, this was another man who’d dared to lay his hands on you. But at least until the brugmansias had taken effect—Sol didn’t want to waste how beautiful you looked tonight. There was no living soul for miles away, and so he smiled as you gazed at him, movements trancelike, and imagined that you were simply two youths in love.
Your dance and stroll moved from the graveyard to the cathedral nearby. The moonlight streaming in through the windows fragmented from the stained glass; and Sol could imagine that this was your own version of a ceremony. A marriage between the living and the dead.
By the time you wake up the next day, he should finally be able to speak to and touch you. He’d be the only ghost you’re able to see. And even if the flower may wear off after a while, he can always just enchant you and feed it to you again, and again—as many times as required. It didn’t matter if no one else was aware of him, so long as he had you.
Sol would welcome you back home at the end of each day, brushing his hands against your shoulders as he helped you out of your day clothes. His fingers would run down your shoulders, wrap an arm around your waist as you settle down on the couch…
He’d lull you into the sweetest of dreams with his spells.
Sol just loves it when you stare at him with such hooded, hazy eyes; lips parted as he leans in close, so pliant as he tilts your head up by your chin, asking you to voice what you wanted, and hearing his name drip off your tongue.
God, he could hear you say his name forever. Again, and again, and again, until your body is slotted warmly against his, so soft and pressed against his chest with a sort of heat that makes him feel human again. —Like an actual lover as he lay beside you, sighing your name like a prayer as he swallows your lips in the comfort of your bed. With every fiber of his being resisting the urge to bite, and take, and consume.
…After all. Sol was already soaking in your attention during the day, even when you were spending time outside with friends.
He really loves the conflicted alarm in your eyes as he catches you alone. In the break room between work, or a quiet sidewalk that didn’t have passersby, yet:
“Come on, Pumpkin. Let me have a taste?”
”I’ll leave a little something for your friends to find.”
There’s something about you that makes Sol feel particularly voracious. As if he could feed on you for all of eternity and not feel satisfied.
But how could you blame him for being a little greedy? He was just a cold, hollow ghost.
So long as he does not take too large of a bite... Sol is sure that he could savor you for all of eternity. Whether it be in your apartment, where you had nowhere to hide—or while you’re talking to a stranger as his hands wander, and nuzzles his face into your neck.
He loves it when you aren’t able to take him off your mind. And even if you try to blame him, and say that he’s too much—all he has to do is grow teary-eyed as he falls to his knees, clinging to your thighs as he begs for you to accept him.
Please, you’re the only one he has. The only love he’ll ever know.
Just let him know how to make it better.
Either way, it always ends with him - reverent - drunkenly laid on top of your lap.
❤︎ sol wonders if you're interested in him after you ask about his piercings
❤︎ solivan brugmansia x gn reader
❤︎ wc: 2k
❤︎ content warning(s): yandere
❤︎ solivan brugmansia is from the kid at the back being developed by fantasia-kitt
Like everybody else in the school, you never used to pay much attention to the quiet kid in your art class. It really wasn’t until recently, when you had no choice but to shyly ask him if he’d like to be your partner for a class project, that you finally acknowledged Solivan Brugmansia’s existence.
You don’t think too much of him. Even now, as he tries his best to pose for you as naturally as he can, your mind is preoccupied with the far-more colorful personalities at Olympeius University while you absentmindedly sketch the details of his face. You wonder what Crowe might be up to right now, or if Jess has made any progress with her ginormous crush on Brittney…
Your eyes flicker up to where Sol is, and you try to pay close attention to the bottom half of his face. He’s a physically attractive young man, but aesthetics aside, you’re more worried about drawing Sol well so you can wring a good grade out of your insatiable art professor. You squint your eyes a bit, leering at Sol’s lips to try to make out all the details. It’s no biggie in your mind, since you need someone to model for you and you’re simply trying to make your drawing as accurate to life as possible, but Sol?
Sol thinks he’s going to asphyxiate from how fast and hard his heart is pounding.
He can’t believe his luck. It took him all the self control in his body not to start panicking and freaking out when you had approached him and asked him to be your partner, and now he got the honor of hogging all of your attention while you used him as a model. Would it be foolish of him to hope that you like what you see? He knows his fashion sense and style isn’t for everyone and tends to make him a target more than an object of admiration, but… you’re different. You’re understanding and compassionate, and maybe you’d find something worth loving in him.
“Hold still… I’m almost done here…,” you mutter, sticking your tongue out just a little bit as you scribble furiously onto your sketchpad. Sol’s heart skips a beat, and while he can feel a rush of dizziness immediately hit his brain at your cute tongue peeking out from between your lips, he doesn’t want to disappoint you ever.
After a few determined strokes, you nod at him. For the first time since class started, Sol finally lets himself relax. His tense muscles groan as he finally allows himself to shift positions into a more comfortable seated position, and he looks expectantly at you as if he wants to see your creation. You’re like a mind reader, and without him having to say anything, you gingerly hand him your sketchbook.
“I’m not an artist like you are, but… I tried my best,” you shyly admit. Sol’s breath hitches audibly when you scoot your seat a bit closer to him to explain to him your handiwork, but you don’t seem to notice. “I- uh- don’t know if I did your piercings justice since you have a lot, but I gave them a shot.”
You could have spat on the paper and handed it to him, and Sol would still treasure and revere it as if it were a masterpiece deserving to be displayed in the finest of art museums. Of course, he would never hand it over to anybody and keep it only for his personal viewing, but in his perspective, everything your hands could create was nothing if not holy.
“It’s beautiful. You should give yourself more credit. You’re not a bad artist at all.” He thinks he’s going to pass out after class from just how happy he is. A shudder creeps down his spine as he relishes the thought of your eyes all over his face and body, him being the only thing to take up the forefront of your mind. What he wouldn’t give to know what you thought of him as you sketched his face. Just knowing that you cared enough about him to draw him makes him feel as if he’s on top of the world, and he can feel a warm flush overtake his pale cheeks. “Don’t worry too much about my piercings. I know metal can be hard to draw.”
“Yeah, but… I just feel a little bad. They look so cool on you.” You flash him an innocent smile, completely unaware of the mental anguish you’re putting the poor lovestruck boy through. “I’ll keep practicing! That way I’ll be able to draw you perfectly by the end of this project.”
His piercings? Cool? Sol’s heart genuinely can’t take this barrage. What is it about you that has him acting this way? What is it about you that makes him want to drag you away from everybody else and keep you all to himself, to worship and to love? The others around you don’t know how to fully appreciate your generosity and light, how you’re kind to everyone, even misfits like him. He’s the only one who knows how to properly care and cherish you, and he can’t let anybody else steal that role away from him. He’s spent so many sleepless nights chasing after your warmth, eating away bit by bit at the safety of the boundaries you’ve put up.
Nothing can keep you safe from him.
You don’t know anything about how he feels though. You’re pure and oblivious to his mental turmoil, completely unaware of the sheer effect you have on him. You keep looking at him as if he was nothing more than an eccentric classmate rather than someone you were fated to, just without your knowledge. You peer closely at his face, before lifting a delicate finger to point at his lips.
“Say Sol…,” you ask him, clearly absentmindedly based on how casual your tone is, “How do you kiss if you have lip piercings?”
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Why did you have to ask him something like that?
Sol thinks his brain might have ceased functioning the moment you threw him that question. Nothing—absolutely nothing—has been able to reach him as he plays that memory over and over again in his head. Even the jeers of the school bullies or Hyugo’s incessant chatter couldn’t yank him out of his lovestruck reverie. Sol was on cloud nine, replaying the melodic cadence of your voice over and over and over again within his memories. He could never get sick of you or your many details. Every little bit of information he could glean from you was so precious that he could spend the rest of his life in sheer ecstasy at how perfect you were.
Hyugo was used to it at this point and knew not to question it. But whenever Sol entered into these almost drunken stupors, it was hard for Hyugo to not worry about him a bit. Sol’s cheeks are dyed a ridiculous shade of bright red, and his hands tremble uncontrollably as he fidgets with his fingers. There’s a lopsided grin on his face, and if Hyugo really pays attention, he can make out a lovesick sigh escape the eccentric young man every now and then.
Sol just wishes he could actually peer into your mind and figure out what you thought of him! What made you ask him such a risque question? Were you interested in him? You had to be somewhat, if you initiated the partnership with him and even called his style cool… Nobody else talked about him that way. Nobody else, save for you, found him interesting. What if you had a crush on him too? Was that why you asked him about kissing? Was this your way of encouraging him to amp up his advances?
It meant that you had to be thinking about his lips. About kissing him specifically. Sol could feel his heart rate pick up dangerously again as he imagines your sweet face approaching his, closing the impossible distance between the two of you bit by bit. How many years, grueling moments, had he waited for this to take place? Maybe you’d be shy and only leave him with a quick peck to his mouth. Or maybe you’d be more gutsy and press your lips fully onto his, making out with him in a way that leaves both of you breathless and gasping for air. His heart squeezes almost painfully inside of his chest at the thought of you being so close, doing something so mundane yet so intimate, showing him a kind of romantic affection that nobody else could share with you…
He wants so badly to be the only one in your eyes. Each minute of class with you feels like torture. He wants nothing more than to close that gap. It doesn’t have to be anything big: placing his big hand on top of yours, poking your nose whenever you get distracted, all the small things that come so easily for normal couples. Kissing would just be the first step. What else could come after? There was a whole myriad of things he could dream of. He’d escort you dutifully to every single one of your classes so that everybody in this school would know that you were his.
You’d spend more and more time together, and surely, one day you’d invite him over to your apartment that he’s secretly grown so familiar with… Just thinking about it makes his skin bristle with excitement. If everything went as planned, as easily as his daydreams made it look, then he could finally have you in the way that he wanted most.
You had to reciprocate somewhat. You just had to be interested in him as much as he was interested in you. That was what that quick question meant to him, your words construed and twisted beyond belief inside of his delusional thoughts.
Hyugo puffs one of his cheeks out and peers at his daydreaming friend with a bit of concern. “Are you gonna eat your lunch, Sunny?”
Sol doesn’t respond at all. Hyugo sighs and shakes his head before tapping the side of Sol’s arm.
“I asked you a question!” The shorter man points at the untouched food in Sol’s lap. Sol bristles to life, the hearts in his eyes melting away as they refocus and Hyugo enters his field of vision again. Hyugo points once again at the abandoned food and raises his eyebrows expectantly.
Sol deadpans. If Hyugo’s presence wasn’t so convenient, he would have sent Hyugo flying to his death from the rooftop for interrupting his precious time with daydream-you. He lets Hyugo take the food before letting his mind wander again, wind blowing through his air as he wonders what you might be up to right now. Were you thinking of him too? Would you be thinking of him even when he’s not within your immediate vicinity.
He wants to see you so badly right now. He wishes he was in class again, for the first time in his life, so that he could have you right next to him and monopolize your time as he pleases. But Sol knows he has to be patient. One wrong step would have his great expectations come toppling down, and he would rather die than live in a world where he can’t have you anymore.
So he makes up his mind there and then. There was no room for hesitation. You had finally noticed him after all of his time lurking in the shadows, and these passive moments weren’t enough to satisate the brutal appetite you had awoken inside of him. He needs more. He needs more of your time. He needs more of your love.
If you were so curious about him and his piercings, so curious about the way he kissed, then he’d make the answer as simple as it could get.
He’ll kiss you tomorrow and show you just how he does it.
blows off dusts,,, im alivE IM ALIVE flailing my hands in the air👯♀️✨ im very caught up with commissions and ive been in the cookie game (crk) a little too deep,,, but im alive trying to finish sumthing for valentines🫶✨
Summary: some headcanons about a reverse!au, where Sol's entire aesthetic is blonde-dyed hair and angelic, innocent eyes.
Warnings: implied drugging, yandere tendencies (TKATB), stalking, breaking into your home, eventual imprisonment, coercion?? and minor spoilers for the game events. Gender neutral reader but he dresses you in a skirt around the end.
Creative liberties are taken for this AU: where you and Sol used to be childhood friends that lived close to each other, and he used to be a simple boy with ebony hair and ruby eyes, who'd follow you around like your eyes held the stars within them.
The elderly would simply coo and say it was a sweet sort of puppy love, not knowing how seriously Sol would have retaliated behind your back if any other kids were to pick on you or try to take his place. Small accidents aren't unusual in your area, where youngsters become careless and slip into rivers or fall off the monkey bars...
But, knowing how such incidents would upset you, Sol never lets you see that side of himself, and instead melts into the kind, sweet, gentle boy you know whenever you're around him. He puts you first and lets you win at your favourite games, at your side like it's the most natural thing in the world.
To a bystander, he was akin to a raven watching over its heart's treasure - ready to claw and tear at the nearest threat. But things change when you lose your memories in an accident. And from there, Sol is convinced that this is some type of retribution for his tainted love - and paints his wings white for the next time he meets you.
The angel bleaches its locks and ties his hair. Strict; contained. Fashioning himself into a dove.
It works; because you are the loveliest of doves, and there is nothing stronger in Sol's heart than his need to be next to you, even if it takes a few white lies to earn your trust.
"Y/N! Let's play a game!"
Hopscotch - where you'd suddenly lose your balance and fall into Sol's arms. Or hide and seek - where he'd always pretend not to find you, so that you could enjoy the thrill of almost winning, before…
"Four, three, two… one."
When you 'first' meet Sol in college, it's when you wake up in the infirmary after a food fight in the cafeteria, having been hit in the head by a flying tray.
He was somewhat unrecognizable by then - with his hair dyed a sunflower yellow and exuding innocent-softness. He's helpful and doesn't pry too much into your life while he tends to your wounds - and the next thing you know, you're in art class and learn that he isn't actually the nurse, but an assistant. And that he has a habit of doodling cute things onto his skin beneath his sleeves.
Perhaps it's because you've been stressed about your home-situation lately, but you've been spending more time in the infirmary due to headaches, blurriness, and feelings of fatigue.
That, and you've been having the strangest dreams about a shadow wandering through your room at night. (Totally not because Sol has tampered with the food in your kitchen, so that he may come and go more leisurely and make sure you're alright.)
"How're you feeling today, Pumpkin?" Sol asks, clipboard in hand and a smile on his lips. But as he nudges the door to the infirmary closed and makes sure the windows aren't letting any wind in, you catch a glimpse of the papers he's holding and don't see any medical reports.
Drawings, maybe? And a few hearts encircling a name.
If it wasn't for the tracking device that's locked around your ankle, you might've been able to delude yourself into thinking that your stay at Sol's apartment was normal - that you'd chosen to come in here yourself, rather than waking up one day with no memory of how you got here - and that the Sol that's taking care of you now was the same, innocent nurse who comforted you on your first week. When you'd gotten overwhelmed by the new culture of your college and felt lost about your life.
Technically, you suppose Sol did make your life a little simplier, by giving you something much more pressing attend to.
A shiver runs down your spine as you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind you. Sol presses his smile against your neck, asking if there was something wrong.
"Is there something wrong with the pancakes?" He asks. And you try not to pay attention to the skirt that pools around your legs.
You'd woken up to a closet of clothes prepared in your size. And decorations around the bed that eerily match your childhood tastes.
You cover your mouth to stay silent in your hiding spot, feeling your heart race in your chest.
the LAST PART⁉️⁉️⁉️ STELLE ARE YOU MAKING ME COMPLETELY BEDRIDDEN WHILE YOU ROAM FREE IN OUR PSYCH WARD ROOM??!!?!!! /POS-- you write nurse reverse!au sol like a disease i fear/pos a plague that even if i think about it the slightest now im gonna start tweaking
Stelle im in your dms but figuratively bc we are already at each others dms💥💥💥
- something about astrid not being able to communicate her thoughts out well so crowe always encourages her to speak up more (he picked up a skill of reading between the lines when she gets really wordy.) Despite being homeschooled-- she never talked to anyone else outside her dad and tutor so talking with crowe is a big getting used to.
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