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mydei doesn’t wear shirts, or tops really for that matter. so when you’re drying off from the shower and ask him for a shirt to wear to bed, he gives you a wolfish grin and asks, “don’t you want to match with me? i hear skin to skin contact—“
slam the door in his face before he gets the chance to finish and listen to him bark out laughter
because throwing an apple at someone's head was a sign of professing one's love in greek myth.
fluff, gn!reader, i wrote this in a blip
When you told yourself today was the day you confessed to Phainon, you weren't expecting it to turn out like this.
The very ripe, very red, very ready-to-be-consumed apple was not supposed to fly out of your grasp the way it did. It was not supposed to hit him on the head, silencing his laughter as he dumbfoundedly blinks at the item that broke him out of his giddy stupor. It was not supposed to land perfectly in his hands as he glances between your face and your snack, which has now decided to work against you.
You definitely were not supposed to just mutter a meek 'I like you', and you definitely were not supposed to turn on your heel and run away from him!
And why is he chasing after you? Can't he tell you need alone time to recover from the unfortunate series of events that just unfolded?
"Y/n, wait!" He calls, barely sounding out of breath. Your feet hit cement, grass, climb up and down flights of stairs, they don't stop as you dash through every bit of the Grove of Epiphany, all for the sole purpose of shaking Phainon off your tail.
However, it was your mistake for believing someone like him would be willing to give up, and his stamina outpaced yours by a landslide, so just what were you thinking? Running away like that in the spur of the moment?
because throwing an apple at someone's head was a sign of professing one's love in greek myth.
fluff, gn!reader, i wrote this in a blip
When you told yourself today was the day you confessed to Phainon, you weren't expecting it to turn out like this.
The very ripe, very red, very ready-to-be-consumed apple was not supposed to fly out of your grasp the way it did. It was not supposed to hit him on the head, silencing his laughter as he dumbfoundedly blinks at the item that broke him out of his giddy stupor. It was not supposed to land perfectly in his hands as he glances between your face and your snack, which has now decided to work against you.
You definitely were not supposed to just mutter a meek 'I like you', and you definitely were not supposed to turn on your heel and run away from him!
And why is he chasing after you? Can't he tell you need alone time to recover from the unfortunate series of events that just unfolded?
"Y/n, wait!" He calls, barely sounding out of breath. Your feet hit cement, grass, climb up and down flights of stairs, they don't stop as you dash through every bit of the Grove of Epiphany, all for the sole purpose of shaking Phainon off your tail.
However, it was your mistake for believing someone like him would be willing to give up, and his stamina outpaced yours by a landslide, so just what were you thinking? Running away like that in the spur of the moment?
