#Thank you she is very cute. Putting her in my pocket for safe keeping

[sepiamestus]

counter to ms paint aku: chrome canvas atsu :3c

chrome canvas atsu........... I love her so much. Just a little guy

[spaceless-vacuum]

Hi my friend sent me the request you did for them. And I love it so much

Can I request yandere gagons for yandere links playtonic x baby dragon's female reader ( been playing tears of the kingdom. And you can ride and climb the dragons.)

Like the found the little reader coming out of her egg and is kinda different then the other dragons she More like a naga dragon looking one but is to cute

Please and thank you ( I didn't know if you do ganondorf's so I put links on there to if you can't do the ganondorf s have a great day

Oot Ganondorf was a powerful sorcerer who was born to the Geurdo and raised by two witches. He has stolen from everyone and knows no bounds and murdered people, nothing can or will stand in his way. When he first finds your egg he's more confused with what's inside. Will you even hatch?

He doesn't know the power he holds but he can’t tell from the moment he sees your egg that you're his. The rare object is his birthright. In his eyes and no one was going to stop him from keeping it.

After some research he found out he came across a rare dragon egg. One that hadn't been seen in centuries. Despite it being such a rare gift the limits and knowledge on you were limited. He had no clue what to think, what you could or would do, or even how to raise you. He thought about passing you along to someone else to raise but as he kept you close and spent more time with you the two of you began to imprint on each other.

He brought you with him to Hyrule as he swore allegiance and he often rants to your egg about news and how the days pass. His plots and schemes remain his to know about but he loves to just talk to you. Once you hatch it's after the young hero emerges from the woods but before he faces or challenges Link.

The serpent-like creature was too small and weak to care for itself. He took care of you. Keeping you close all the time (not that you would stand to be put down) he kept you with him hidden in his pockets. Sneaking your food during meetings. You ate fruits and meats most happily and he was glad to see you thrive even in these conditions. It would take awhile until you grew up but he had hoped it would be sooner rather than later. He had plans that needed to go underway soon. 

Wind waker Ganondorf has this deeper character to him where he states his reasons for wanting to take over Hyrule is so he can give his people a better life. While i dont think this is actually the case, I think it stems more from the fact that he believes by some sort of bid he owns hyrule by right and can rule it better. What better way to take it all over than a dragon?

Flying through the air or swimming in the ocean either way will be a wonderful tool for conquering. At first when he finds the egg he assumes he'll use you like a tool the same way he does his bird. Once you hatch though he takes one look into those beady little eyes and realises, no… No, I can't do that to this creature. He does care for even his bird (he uses chickens hidden around the rocky shores of his fortress as enrichment and will throw the hideous creature people who cross him for food to hunt down)  but he can't think of you as a tool. Not even as a pet.

You're intelligent, far more so than he would ever expect and you've… What's the word? Tamed? Imprinted? Like the rito- eh it doesnt matter.

He doesn't know how to care for you but you're very smart and intuitively the both of you work it out. As you grow older and his plans start to grow bolder as he starts to kidnap the maidens. He keeps you by his side for this. Planning to keep you safe and by his side for his final fight. Talking to you and keeping you safe as you grow older.

Totk Ganondorf would have found you while planning to challenge Raru. Leaving his kingdom to swear fealty also meant being able to travel through hyrule proper and taking claim to whatever he figured he might need. He found you hidden away in some temple and was skewed with jealousy. Raru never did know what power he wielded and this was just another show of it. Items of rare and extravagant power are best suited to those that would use them.

This man is tainted with hate and the moment he sees the egg he has his claws in you. Planning for what he'll do once you wake up. A dragon is a terrible thing to waste. He keeps you warm with blankets and hides you until he's back home. You sit still until it's time for you to hatch and he trusts few with the task of guarding you.

You're a very sweet dragon in comparison to his cool exterior.  He only allows you to circle his keep and to go no further than that, lest you be discovered before he can put his plans into motion. When he goes to kill Sonia and enact his revenge he takes you with him. Hiding you in the room he killed the queen in so you may witness his rise as king in front of zelda and everyone else.

When he manages to slip away you dash after him, remaining out of sight. He also takes you with him to the keep that was made his tomb. He knows that as an immortal dragon you're doomed to stay alive all those years without him, and it stops you from running off. He impressions you with him. 

Unless you showed absolute fealty, keeping you here with him is a mercy. Otherwise he'd have to hunt you down and corrupt you with malice and neither of you would want that. He believes in you to stay there. Staying asleep until he wakes up himself. After damaging Link and ensuring Zelda is gone he goes underground with you by his side. Waiting for the fabled swordman to challenge him; he plans to fight with you by his side.

[my-dark-lord]

I honestly don’t really know how this works lol since I’m kinda new to tumblr and requesting stuff but I was wondering for hc requests could you maybe give HCs of Vox and Val being protective of Velvet? I never see them being protective in stuff and I adore the idea of them being protective? Ty for reading my ask I love your blog! :)

Hey, you're all good, Nonny! No worries at all. Thank you so much for this!!! I love this request very much. I'm coming down off of getting some Valentino hate on my rp blog, so I thought I'd self-medicate with some cute headcanons of the boys being protective of their Velly Belly!

NOTE: Headcanons 7 and 8 are based on the theory that Velvette is one of Carmilla's daughters.

Vox has sent malware to the IP addresses associated with anyone badmouthing Velvette on social media. He never warns them, he simply does it.

If the person's phone is within reach of his tether to technology, he will detonate it in their hand or pocket. If the offense is bad enough, he will wait for them to put it in their pocket to detonate it near their crotch.

Valentino goes to every single one of Velvette's shows, and he is prepared with Moneyshot in the wings in case someone tries to start shit. He has actively halted a show to shoot a critic in the face and have them dragged out. Velvette was simultaneously thankful and pissed at the time, but later gave him plenty of affection for it.

Both Vox and Valentino have a habit of mom-arming her when they're in the limo and the car jerks. Sometimes they both do it at the same time.

Valentino has a habit of holding her in his lap when they sit down near each other, which is both because he cares deeply about her and because he thinks she looks more intimidating seated in the lap of a Big Dog like him.

Vox will put a hand on her shoulder in support whenever there is a fight she is about to get into. Valentino's hands usually end up on her back. Regardless, they both puff up slightly behind her to show their support and that if someone is going to fight one Vee, they're fighting all of the Vees.

Whenever Velvette has a fight with Carmilla, Valentino holds her for hours and plays with her hair. He lets her cry into his fur, and he is there for her. He doesn't always know what to say, but that doesn't matter, because he's there.

Vox, during Velvette's fights with Carmilla, will always offer her a place to sit or lay with him. He will hold her while he works, be gentle with her, and generally just be there for her as well. He will also use some random person's bank account to purchase a hefty weapon supply like a kid ordering a ton of pizzas to a random person as a prank.

Vox has a tendency to lead the way into a room with Velvette in the middle and Val in the rear. They do this to be able to keep her safe in the event that something goes wrong. They do not tend to do this in the Tower, on their private floors.

In a fight, Vox and Val make sure to keep an eye on her. Valentino often provides cover fire if they need him to, and Vox is always prepared with a few zaps to keep her safe. Naturally, they protect each other, too, but they do focus on Velvette a lot. Being that all three of them use ranged attacks, it's easier to stay in a group.

[russellsppttemplates]

Mama and Mick are so outdoorsy! Can totally see them hiking even when mama is pregnant with Rora and then Sebastian, and the littles following them after! Imagine them in those little carriers for hiking when they're really small and get tired easily!

"Do you have everything we need?", you asked Mick, grabbing your backpack from the car's boot and putting it on your back while your husband did the same with his, "yes, all packed and ready to go!", he smiled, "are you?", he asked, taking your hand and locking the car, heading up the way you were meant to.

Staying active while pregnant was something you tried to keep up with, despite not doing nearly as much as you used to, but grateful nonetheless that your body allowed you to do the activities you liked while also growing your baby girl and providing a safe place for her, "do you want to stop for a bit?", Mick asked, seeing some benches on the side of the path, "no, I'm good, it's just a little more to the top, right?", you checked, feeling like you were still fine. Still, Mick stood behind you, ready and alert in case something happened and you needed him.

Reaching the top of the first section, you left your backpack on the picnic table, taking in the view and enjoying the breeze on your warm skin, "it's so beautiful", you whispered, "every time we come here it becomes even more beautiful", you looked at your husband, holding his hand so you could hug him, feeling his other hand travel to your bump and caressing the exposed skin since your shorts and sports bra only covered so much of your growing bump, "Rora seems excited too, can't wait to bring her here one day", he smiled, kissing your forehead.

.

"Mama, look! Is that where we are going?", Aurora pointed out, making you look at where she was pointing after you made sure your boy was fastened in his seat, "are you good, Seb?", you asked him, "yes, mama! Let's go!", he giggled, "yes, my love. Me and mama used to go up there a lot when you and Seb weren't here yet", Mick explained, strapping in his own baby carrier for Aurora, knowing that sooner or later he too would be carrying her around just like you were doing with Sebastian.

You had been walking for a little bit when Sebastian called for you, "Can I have a snack, please? I'm hungry", he said, and you could hear the pout in voice as you quickly reached the side pocket and gave him a small bag of chopped fruit, "thanks mama! Here, take one for you!", he handed over, "Rora! Papa! I have some snacks, do you want some?", he waved the bag at his sister who stopped at the mention of food, "but your bag is for you, I'd you share with me, you won't eat as much", your daughter reasoned, allowing you to stop so you could all rest a little, "it's okay, I don't mind", you sweet boy said and you melted into goo.

Helping the kids with snacks, Mick handed you your bottle of water, "they're so cute together, we got very lucky with them", Mick told you, pushing you to lean againt him, "we did, they're the best siblings for eachother", you smiled back, "you know, I've been thinking about a third one", Mick gulped, catching your attention, "I know it's not just like that, but look at them. They are such sweethearts and I think we did really good", he added, "I'll think about your case, Mr. Schumacher", you winked at him, walking up to Aurora to see the bird she and Sebastian were trying to feed, "I think he's afraid of us, but we have food. How is that possible? Angie always comes to us when she sees we have food!".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[envyenvys]

Stobin Mandalorian AU part 4

(aka s3 stobin accidentally acquire a magic baby)

[1] [2] [3] [You Are Here]

Running for your life with any other baby would be a trial and a half, Steve thinks, but as he’s booking it through the empty mall with Abby in his arms, Russians hot on their heels, the baby — bafflingly — yawns cutely and falls asleep.

At the head of their little pack, Dustin makes a sharp turn and dashes into a nearby store. They follow him in before the Russians can spot them, and then head straight to the back.

“Robin,” Dustin whispers, a little too loudly, “does your key work on this door?”

“Uhh.”

Robin pats at her pockets, then runs over to the till. It’s some kind of ladies’ clothing store, so it’s more organized than theirs was, which is good because it means Robin barely has to search before she has the key to the back hallway.

She runs back over to the door where Dustin is impatiently tapping his foot and unlocks it with a little flourish.

“Aright, everybody in, in, in.” Dustin waves them through, ignoring Erica’s dirty look, and shuts the door quietly behind them.

“How many stores down should we go to be safe?”

“Don’t tell me we’re going back in there,” Erica says, crossing her arms.

They’re talking quietly, but everything echoes in these halls. The whispers are bad, but four sets of quick feet are worse — Steve keeps glancing over his shoulder, convinced the Russians could hear them from a mile away. Thank god Abby’s out like a light.

“Well we can’t exactly go outside,” Dustin points out, “so, yeah, our best bet is hiding in one of the stores.”

“With the baby?”

The lights flicker, and Steve shushes them. They’ve been in the hallway too long, and it’s putting him on edge. They pass two more doors — a bookstore and a toy store — before he catches the sign on the third door.

Little Sprout Baby Emporium

“This way,” Steve whispers, very carefully pulling the door open so it won’t make any noise.

“Oh, good idea,” Robin whispers, and slips through to start picking through the baby supplies.

Dustin stares at him for a moment before shaking his head with a sigh and following Robin through the door.

Abby’s still asleep, somehow, looking like a perfect little angel in his arms. She’s a little too big for the three-month-old section, but the six-month-old clothes fit her almost perfectly.

There are so many adorable little shirts and dresses — and pants and hats and shoes and even a tiny pair of baby overalls — that he wants to dress Abby in, and he has a feeling the mall might not survive much longer, so he doesn’t feel guilty at all shoving everything he likes into the baby bag Robin found for him.

Robin, on the other hand, has been packing every single bit of baby supplies she can find into another bag. She has an empty baby bjorn strapped to her chest, another slung over her shoulder, and when he glances over again she’s debating between a few different maternity coats.

Dustin and Erica, who got bored after the first five minutes, are sitting side by side against the back wall.

Steve picks up a tiny sundress patterned with little yellow ducklings and almost jumps when a car alarm goes off outside. He trades a look with Robin, and the two of them sneak back to where the kids are scrambling up.

“That’s gotta be the Russians, right?” Steve whispers.

“Or it could be the rest of the Party,” Dustin argues. “They should’ve been here by now if they got my message.”

Steve still can’t believe Mr. Always-Prepared forgot to pack extra batteries, but doesn’t bother bringing it up again.

“Here, give me the baby,” Robin says, unbuckling the baby bjorn on her front. Giving Abby away feels like ripping his heart straight out of his chest, but it’s Robin — if his heart’s safe with anyone, it’s her.

Once Abby’s snug, Steve helps Robin into one of the maternity coats, buttoning it up so not even the top of the baby’s little head is visible. She might end up a little stuffy, but it’s safer to keep her out of sight. Steve considers for a moment, then grabs one of the maternity coats for himself too.

The next few minutes are complete chaos. It turns out the car alarm was El, just like Dustin said, and the rest of the Party are right there with her. Everyone’s talking at once, not even bothering to take turns between asking and answering questions. Normally Steve would be right there with them trying to figure out what the hell’s going on — and he still should be, he’s definitely not following the conversation right now — but instead he finds himself hanging back with Robin.

Lucas is emphatically describing some kind of giant goo monster to Dustin, who looks skeptical, but all Steve can focus on is Abby. Will she be okay if they have to fight more than just the Russians? What if she gets hurt?

He reaches out to grab Robin’s hand, and she grips his back tight.

El screams, and the group’s attention shifts. The energy in the room is frantic, zipping from person to person as they all try and fail to help El until she does it herself. Robin’s grip on his hand never loosens.

The adults, when they arrive, aren’t quite the welcome sight they should be. They look just as tired as Steve feels, and the new guy — Murray Bauman, he says, which doesn’t impress either Erica or Steve — seems almost haunted. They don’t talk much about what happened, except to say that the plan now involves going back into the bunker, and that’s when Steve fully steps back — metaphorically.

There’s no way he’s going down there again unless he absolutely has to. Not after what happened, not now that they have Abby. Frankly, if he never sees another elevator in his life it’ll be too soon.

He doesn’t want the kids going down there either, no matter how eager they are to prove themselves, so it’s a relief when the four of them are sent to operate Dustin’s giant radio. The newly-named Scoops Troop pile into the Toddfather — Robin and Abby in the front, and the baby bags shoved under Dustin and Erica’s feet in the backseat — and then they’re off.

Tags: @bushbees

[dioles-writes]

• OC FICLET •

Masterlist | Characters: Felix (he/him), Akali (he/him), Reagan (she/her)

Akali belongs to @jiphenn

“Well I uh, brought you this.” Akali coughed awkwardly, reaching into the seemingly endless pocket of his jacket and producing a thin white envelope. On the front, written in big, loopy letters that Felix instantly recognized as Reagan’s handwriting read “Felix”. Felix’s eyes went wide, the urge to snatch the letter from Akali’s fingertips right then and there almost too intense to ignore. Almost.

Excitedly, he took it from Akali, ripping the envelope open, careful so that he didn’t wreck the contents inside - which, to him right now, were more valuable than billions of violet Paradise coins. “I was going to give it to you yesterday but you weren’t home.” Akali said.

“Thank you,” Felix turned to his friend with a look that was of only the utmost of gratitude, his voice coming out as a shaky whisper, before focusing his attention back on the letter in his hands, which was written neatly on a piece of crisp pale paper, folded in half.

With shaky hands, he opened it up.

Felix,

First of all I want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you properly and I’m sorry that I said all those things at Chumps Jr. I never meant any of it and I was just scared that I would lose you. I shouldn’t have let my fears get the best of me and act like that, but sometimes I just can’t help it. I know that’s not an excuse, but please believe me when I say you are the most important person in my life and I would never purposely do or say anything to hurt you. Stay safe during training. I don’t know what kind of things they’re putting you through but I know you can handle it. Work hard and impress the others. Most importantly please take care of yourself. Eat 3 meals a day, drink lots of water, and keep up with your hygiene. Who knows, you could bump into someone cute.

Everything I do here reminds me of you. When I watch the kids play together it reminds me of you. When I eat dinner I think of how it would taste better if you were eating with me. When I sleep at night I even miss the sound of your obnoxiously loud snoring. Please don’t worry about me, Akali’s family is treating me very nicely here. Have fun at training, and make lots of new friends. I love you loads and look forward to hearing from you again.

Rea

[guardian-angle22]

2023 Character Wrapped

Thank you for the tag @welcometololaland & @heartstringsduet

From what I've gathered, the rules are just list your top 9 characters from the year? Right? I will put most of these under a cut to save the timeline.

#1. Paul Strickland

If anyone is surprised by my number one, you must be new here. I am the self declared number one paul stan and he IS the moment. he IS the year. and he IS the number 1 in my heart. I can't wait to bless everyone in the tag with more Paul sets during our collective rewatch in january.

#2. Henry from RWRB

Listen, I've left out the surnames cause who can keep track? especially since the book and movie have different ones lol. but I liked the book when I read it ages ago. I thought the film was a fun book to movie adaptation. and Nicholas Galitzine was the perfect Henry.

#3. The various tea dragons from the Tea Dragon Society series by K. O'Neill.

I read the 2nd book in this series this year: The Tea Dragon Festival. This series is just so lovely and cozy. It has dragons that grow tea and they're fucking adorable. LOOK AT THEM! (pictures are from this post in which K. O'Neill pairs each zodiac sign with a dragon!)

#4. Chidi Anagonye

2023 was the year I finally finished The Good Place. and Chidi... oh Chidi. I want to bundle him up and keep him and his anxiety safe in my pocket. but I also want to sit down and have a book club with him. and talk about how much better almond milk is. I bawled like a baby watching the finale episode.

#5. Mickey Milkovich

2023 was also the year I did a rewatch of Mickey's storyline from Shameless from the beginning and then got caught up on the seasons I never watched. The character growth in Mickey was so wonderful to revisit and Noel Fisher was one of the best things to happen to that show, fight me on it.

#6. Josie from Bottoms

If you haven't seen Bottoms yet... what are you doing with your life? it's a queer classic and it just came out. I don't make the rules its just true. and Ayo was fucking brilliant as Josie.

#7. TK Strand

TK will probably forever be somewhere on this kinda list. he's my fave little blorbo or whatever weird internet term we're using these days. 2023 wasn't my fave year for TK or Tarlos plots, that's for sure... but he was still his adorable, brave, strong self throughout it all.

#8. Anakin Skywalker

The return of my teen obsession: Hayden Christensen, everyone. He was great as Vader in the Obi-Wan show but this year coming back as Anakin... be still my heart. The flashback episode was some of my favorite star wars stuff in ages and wooo boy I loved getting to see live action clone wars Anakin.

#9. Garlic from the Garlic & the Vampire and Garlic & the Witch by Bree Paulson

I mean… look at her! a cute little anthropomorphic clove of garlic with anxiety. What’s not to love about her?

Some honorable mentions:

Judd Ryder. But specifically Judd Ryder holding this tiny espresso:

Paul’s pudding cups. May they find justice.

TK’s comfort bicep. Legend has it, he’s still clinging on at this very moment.

every other Nicholas Galitzine character that I binge watched after RWRB came out. particularly the one wearing this goofy outfit:

I don't know which mutuals have done this yet so I'm just gonna tag my sister: @drivenstardust and then @reasonandfaithinharmony because I said she needed to suffer with me ✌😜

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE

Emma opened up the door, revealing her father's office. With multiple cameras, every technology that has existed since he came in hell. The screens showing the surveillance of every part of the house, and a big screen in the middle. It was safe to say her father had fully embraced modern technology, and is evolving it with every year, every decade, every generation..

It was one of the things she admired about him.

"In here.." Emma said, whispering to her friend who was walking beside her. The doors slid themselves shut once both of them were completely inside.

"Whoa.." Theodore gawked at the sight. He'd never seen so much technology in his life!

"This is my dad's office. This is where he does his work, obviously. But.. this is the place where he keeps all the information he puts out to the public. Everything. He can corrupt, manipulate and control what everyone sees. He also has his own products that shows up on tv whenever they can." Emma stated, before turning to smile at Theodore.

"He never let me in here as a kid, until one day I accidentally got the door password right and I went in to touch his stuff. I broadcasted frog pictures all throughout hell because I love them.. and dad instantly found out I did it. For one, he wouldn't broadcast random stuff, and two, he knows I liked frogs. He and Mom scolded me for it. I thought it was funny!" She laughed.

Theodore laughed as well. "Yeah, I remember that. Your dad was so angry! Even dad was confused about it."

Emma grinned. "All of them were confused."

Theodore chuckled, smiling fondly at his friend. He just liked her enthusiasm when she talks. She made everything exciting.

Emma looked around the office. "You've gotta admit. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Theodore stared not at the office, but at her. "Yeah.. it's very beautiful." He found himself saying, his eyes fixated on her face.

Emma looked up at him, making him snap his head at one of the screens. "I mean.. I've been to my dad's radio studio.. it isn't anything like this."

"Classic radio demon. Sticking to old time technology." Emma chuckles.

"You tell me." Theodore agrees.

Emma's mirth died down and she got her eyes off of him, her cheeks having a shade of pink. "Although.. old time radio's not that bad.."

Theodore smiles at her statement, his eyes still remaining on her. "So is new technology! I don't know what our dads are fighting about."

Emma giggles. "Hey, atleast our mothers get along swell!"

Theodore laughs as well. "Our moms' friendship led us to being friends, so.. I'm glad they do."

Emma stopped in her tracks, taking in Theo'd words. "I.. I guess I'm glad too."

Theodore's smile turned into a soft, warm one. He cast aside a bit of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. "Uh.. I hope you don't mind."

Emma blushes. "No, um.. I don't."

They stayed like that for a while, and the feeling of his hand brushing through her cheek made her stomach turn.

Emma looks away from him, upon feeling that. "I.. I promised myself that one day.. one day I'm going to be the one to sit and work at this place. I'm going to be just like him. An overlord. I want to be able to lead the next generation's technology."

"That's ambitious!" Theodore says, putting his hand in his pocket. "I don't even know what I wanna be yet.."

"I'm sure you'll figure it out!" Emma put a hand on his shoulder, smiling reassuringly, a warm.. friendly gesture.

Theodore couldn't stop looking at her. Her red eye.. her voice.. her hair.. her smile..

He didn't know why, but it was probably just because he cared for her as a friend. They did grow up together despite the feud between their fathers.

Theodore smiles. "Thanks, Emma."

[eveeleaf]

Do you promise?

 I was going to put this fanfic in the contest, but I couldn't finish in time 

More about my mc and the drawings I did that inspired the fic is here

I apologize for any grammatical error and  misspelling

Duality is a Visual Novel +18, minors DNI

@dualityvn

"You can do it, just talk calmly." She said to herself, very softly as she opened the flower shop door. The sound of the little bell filling the room, announcing someone's entry.

"Welcome, how can I help you today?" The attendant who had the badge with the name "Melissa" inlaid greeted with a sweet and friendly smile.

"Ahn... Well, it's just that the first time I came here I bought a peace lily to decorate my apartment for the first time and a b-boy attended to me. His name is Keith. He helped me a lot by answering my questions, and s-so I came to tell him how the flower is doing and ask for some more tips on how to preserved it.” She blurted out in a nervous tone when she realized that it wasn't the blond attendant she had been expecting.

"Ahh, yes. I see." Said Melissa in a calm manner as she understood what the girl was saying still with a smile on her face. "My colleague went out to place an order before he finished his workday, but I can offer you some tips on how to take care of your little plant and make it last for a long time." She said, taking out a little notebook.

"A-ah, yes, please. If it's not too much trouble."

After Melissa gave Eve some tips, she still wrote them down on a notebook sheet, explaining them calmly and answering all her questions. She thanked for the help and said goodbye before leaving the flower store. Although it was not quite what she had expected, the attendant Melissa, Keith's colleague, was very nice and helpful. Melissa seemed like a very nice person, she thought. Waiting for the traffic light to open so she could cross, she began to smile as she recognized a tall figure with an unmistakable skin tone. It was like a déjà vu from the first time they met.

"Hi, Eve! Where you goin’?" Greeted Tenebris as she approached.

"Hi Tenebris, what's up, I'm going to my work."

"Do you mind if I walk with you? I can drop you off if you wish." He inquired, putting his hands in his pockets. She couldn't help the slight giggle she gave. Eve always thought it was very cute of him how, ever since they met, Tenebris accompanied her whenever he could. - There was even one time one weekend when she met him on the way home and invited him to watch a movie together. That day was a lot of fun for both of them. - And even then, he always asked if he could accompany her, and she always answered yes.

"Oh, sure. If it's not in your way, we can go ahead and talk. " Eve said, already guiding the direction of the path beside Tenebris. "I've been practicing my shooting in Rainbow Six, it just gets hard to practice in a match style, because sometimes they take the gun I wanted to use," Eve said trying to make conversation as they walked. She had thought Tenebris was so cool at first, she had been nervous about making small talk or asking him to do any activities together. But now she felt much more comfortable in his presence. "When you are free, shall we play together? I really need some tips from you and for you to help me level up."

"Sure! You can leave it to me. I'm among the highest ranks there. With my help, you'll move up in status in no time. The key to winning the match is to pay close attention to the drones and always keep an eye on the map. During the week, I usually play more in the evening and early morning."

"Me too," Eve said, the two of them turning the corner could already see the building she worked in getting closer and closer as they walked. "We can arrange a good time by text. Is that okay?"

Tenebris' contact had been safe since the day he appeared out of nowhere in her apartment weeks ago. That gave her quite a fright. It felt as if her heart would jump out of her chest. Fortunately, she understood that he didn't mean any harm, but because he didn't know that you can't just barge into other people's homes. If it had been anyone else she would have found it hard to believe, but Tenebris' honesty reflected directly in his face, leaving no doubt at all. She trusted his word. Although it was really strange that he didn't know basic things like this, but who was she to question? Maybe he hadn't been directly taught in his childhood. Eve couldn't blame him. That was one of the reasons she had given him her number in the beginning. She wanted to make sure he wouldn't do anything reckless or dangerous again.

"But of course! That's fine with me."

"I need to go in now, see you later."

She held out her arms and reached up to hug him. That caught Tenebris a little off guard, but he quickly reciprocated with even more intensity. Squeezing her even tighter, but trying hard not to hurt her unintentionally with his abnormal strength unknown to Eve. Relaxing in the shared warmth. He was so tall that he could rest his head on top of her head.

"Oh, that's right!" Eve remembered something, trying to pull away from Tenebris' grip, in which he let go against his own will. "You like chocolate too, right? Here. I won a basket of chocolate in a raffle. I separated some for you." She handed the bag with the chocolates to him, not noticing his cheeks taking on a stronger shade of purple.

"Huh? Are you serious? T-thank you! You're very kind... did you set this aside just for me?"

"Uhum, I hope you like it," Said with a shy smile. "I have to go now, bye!" She said goodbye with a nod, walking towards the building's entrance. Leaving behind a paralyzed Tenebris with the silliest, happiest face that could exist who waved back.

-

"...Eve?"

A light knock on the table roused her from her reveries. Jacob, a colleague from work, was staring at her with an arched eyebrow.

"H-hi! Yes! ... What did you say again?"

"I came to ask if you received the email detailing the perfumery client's requests and demands. Since you didn't confirm it."

"A-ah," she straightened her posture in her chair to answer. "Yes, I did! Sorry, I ended up forgetting to confirm."

"It's okay, don't worry. Just try not to forget next time please." He assured with a smile already heading for the exit, until he stopped halfway.

"Oh, one more thing, here are two tickets. The client asked me to give them to you since he's going to take over the visual identity project for his store. Apparently it's for a famous flower fair he's having around town. He says it is to 'get a better feel for the real essence of the flowers' or something and he wanted to go along so he could educate you better but something came up. I would say that you were very lucky to get this client, but I have heard that he is quite extravagant in what he wants, and not in a good way. Not to scare you, of course. Just that I warned you about it. If you need any help, you know you can count on me, right?" Jacob said, putting his hand on her shoulder and giving her an empathetic look. "Anyway, here they are, and good luck on the project."

Eve took the tickets with one hand, the other trying to stifle a yawn, taking a closer look at them as Jacob finished packing up his things, waving before leaving. His schedule was ending as well. He decided to gather his things to go home when he heard a notification on his cell phone.

It was from his college friend, asking how she was.

Looking both ways, as if to make sure it was okay to text at the end of business hours, confirming the already empty tables, Eve began to tell of her day. About the failed attempt to try to talk to Keith, the meeting with Melissa for the first time, and the tickets she won from the client.

"That's it! You should ask him out."

"What?!"

She said, immediately covering her mouth in a meager attempt to muffle the sound. This took her by surprise, causing her to nearly choke on her own saliva. Fortunately she was talking by text message and not by video call. Or her co-workers would be giving her judgmental looks right now. Even though there was almost no one left on that floor.

"You said he was a nice guy, was single, and liked flowers. And that the tickets are for you to learn more about flowers and stuff. What's the problem then? You'd be putting the good and the bad together."

"The problem is that I've never done that before. What if I say something stupid? Or scare him? No, I will definitely scare him. Said in reply.

"That's impossible. How are you going to scare him? I know you can be a little off your head sometimes and say random things out of the blue, but you're still a nice person. Anyone would find you interesting. In fact, if I were you, I would have asked for his number the moment you met, but since you are shy, ask him about the flowers, for more information and tips. Use this project to your advantage as a way to get closer to him. Just act naturally and don't talk weirdness."

Eve stared at her friend's last messages for a while. Reflecting on the pros and cons. What harm could it do? It was a way to get closer to the florist. She still needed more information about the flower bouquet. It seemed to her a plausible reason to call Keith out without making it too obvious. In the end she concluded that there was nothing to lose. At worst, the rejection would serve as an experiment and she would try miserably to pretend it didn't happen, she thought.

"Okay. Wish me good luck then! If it goes wrong it's your fault!"

"Good luck! Everything will work out fine! Let me know how it goes."

-

"Okay, act naturally and don't talk weird. Act naturally and don't talk weird."

She continually repeated in her head as she opened the door to the flower shop that was on the way to her work the next day. The sound of the little door bell announcing her entrance.

"Welcome." Said the blond attendant behind the counter. "Hi, Eve. Good to see you again. What can I do for you today? Melissa told me you came by the other day. I'm so glad to hear that your little flower is doing well." He said with a cute smile on her face. Her cheeks were slightly pink, giving her face a more delicate look. Eve didn't want to miss any details of his features. Just hearing his voice made her happy.

"A-ah yes. It was... I came to get some tips on how to preserve her better and tell you that she's doing well. Thanks to the tips you two gave, I was able to keep her alive."

She tried, but unsuccessfully, to disguise the nervousness installed in her. As well as the shyness, due to the fact that her cheeks were probably flushed from being close to Keith.

It was almost impossible not to notice how handsome he was. His neat golden curls. His brown eyes that sparkled in the light. The fact that I was always dumbfounded to notice the contrast between their heights. Besides being handsome, Keith was very polite and kind. He always charmed Eve with his passion for flowers and his enthusiasm to tell her various curiosities about how the way an arrangement is put together expresses different meanings.

Walking around the store looking for the courage to bring up the subject, it was much harder to think calmly when you were actually face to face with him. Observed him attending to the customers out of the corner of her eyes while pretending to pay attention to some flowers. When the store was truly empty, with no more customers in sight, she approached him when she was sure it was just the two of them in the store.

"Ah... Keith?"

"Yes?" He said, turning his face in her direction. "Do you need any help or did you find what you were looking for?"

She felt her cheeks heat up at the thought that maybe she hadn't faked it convincingly enough.

"N-not really..."

She took a deep breath and continued

"I was in charge of a project related to a flower business at my work. A client who is opening a branch of a perfumery here in town hired us to create a visual identity and gave me two tickets to go to a flower festival to get more inspiration. I think the name was Floral Festival? Do you know it?"

Eve watched the blond florist stand paralyzed for a few milliseconds, until a smile implanted itself on his beautiful face and he nodded vigorously, making her heart skip a few beats.

"Yes! Of course I do! In fact, I've been wanting to go for a long time, but I couldn't get the tickets in time, since it's such a big event."

Knowing this couldn't be more encouraging to Eve. It was finally her chance to ask him out.

"W-well, I got two tickets since the client won't be able to go with me due to some unforeseen circumstances and I alone don't understand much of the meanings of flowers. So if you are free tomorrow...would you like to go together with me?"

Nervous was hardly enough to describe how Eve felt at that moment. It was the first time she had ever asked someone out. The first time she had ever been interested in someone to the point that she wanted to be with them and listen to them talk for hours on end. If she could spend these moments with Keith, she would be more than fulfilled.

As she tried to discreetly dry her sweaty hands, she could swear she saw Keith's face light up at the invitation, filling her heart with hope.

"Of course! I'd love to go along! It's going to be quite an experience. There are so many varieties of flowers that are displayed at this festival...it's going to be amazing! I can show you the lilies, roses, tulips! You can count on me!"

Eve's heart was beating so hard at that moment. She hoped with all her might that it wasn't so obvious the happiness that implanted itself on her face at that moment.

"Perfect! Thank you very much! It will help so much!" The happiness she felt at that moment could be compared to winning a rare character with few resources in a game. A unique luck. " At what time can we go together? What do you say we make better arrangements over the cell phone?" She said, already pulling her cell phone out of her pocket to try to save his number. In fact, Eve would have liked to ask for his number from the first time she saw him when she entered the flower shop looking for shelter from the rain, but she was too shy for that. And hoped that this way she could get closer to him. If only she had the same courage and honesty as Tenebris when he asked for her number.

"A-ah... Well, actually," Observed Keith fussed a bit before continuing. "My cell phone broke and I ended up losing all my contacts. I'm out for now. How about I drop by and pick you up at your place? You can write your address right here on this paper." He concluded as he took a piece of paper from the counter with a pen and directed it to her.

"Oh, that's fine! No problem for me" Eve replied, cautiously taking the pen from Keith's soft hands.

She had waited for days, which turned into weeks for a chance to approach the florist and she would not let this opportunity pass her by.

"See you tomorrow morning then?" She asked, before handing over the paper with her address written down.

"Yes! See you tomorrow!"

She gave a nod, taking one last look at Keith before leaving.

Her steps were so light. It felt like she was floating on fluffy clouds, but her heart was still racing. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She walked towards her apartment, almost dancing. Happiness stamped shyly on her face.

-

"You need to get out of your little world, life is much more than your room, you know? What experiences are you going to have locked in your room all day? That's not life."

"I know mom, I've been taking bike rides in the park and hanging out with my friend. I don't just stay at home..."

It was only a few minutes before Keith arrived, but Eve was stuck talking to her mother on her cell phone, who decided to lecture her at that hour.

"Don't be like your brother. The other day I fought with him for being locked in his room all day. He needs to focus on his studies, he is about to graduate from high school. You know I only want what's good for you. I am afraid that you will hurt yourself while you are distracted like this. Try to be alert at all times, especially when you go out. There are many rumors going around of people being harassed late at night.

"I know mom, don't worry, I promise I am taking care of myself."

Her mother meant well and cared about her and her younger brother, but she didn't know how to listen to the opinions of others. It bothered Eve that only her opinions mattered. If she had a different opinion than her mother, she didn't take it well. She couldn't understand how liking to stay at home more, amounted to isolating herself from the world and living in a bubble. Really, what did one thing have to do with the other? She could exaggerate sometimes. That's why she did everything she could to move out and live on her own, where she felt much better without all the pressure on her.

"All right then, I'll call you later for a better talk. Now I have to go. Once again, be careful! Kisses, see you later."

"Bye, see you later."

She waited to end the call before letting out a sigh. That had sucked a lot of her desire to leave now.. It frustrated her too much to not be enough or never do enough to please her mother. In time she just accepted it with her mouth shut and tried to forget, although it still made her sad when it happened. When she was sad, she would isolate herself and try to distract her mind by playing games or watching something, but she had a date with Keith right now. She couldn't let it end her day.

That's what she decided. Closing the lights in her apartment, she refilled her kitty's food bowl, and gave her a small cuddle while she watched her eat. Getting up, he picked up his cell phone from the table and saw that he had received a message from someone at work. But he decided to check it another time. He was off duty and couldn't think of anything else to do at that moment. Now was also not the time to be sad and depressed.

Going down to the reception, she put the last touches on her dress and hair. Checking if everything was in its place. Until she heard footsteps coming from her right side.

"Did I take too long?" There was no mistaking hearing that sweet voice that made Eve's heart leap just by uttering measly syllables.

"No, I just got here too." She replied, waving her hands to emphasize that everything was fine. "Shall we?" She said, positioning herself next to Keith so they could start walking.  

-

This was harder than it seemed for Eve. Being around Keith made her nervous, afraid she would do or say something stupid. Her hands sweated uncontrollably and she always tried to dry herself on her clothes when he wasn't looking.

Fortunately the environment chosen for the festival was cool and well ventilated, which lightened the atmosphere. The smell was also pleasant. And since Eve had taken her antiallergic there was no risk of sneezing at an inopportune moment.

"Look, here they also have Cosmos atrosanguineus! Their structure can reach a height of 40 to 70 cm. They do not generate seeds and need to be raised with the help of tissue culture or root division. That's why where they live is protected by law.

She moved closer to Keith to hear him better. There was nothing that made her happier than hearing him talk about plants. It seemed like he was going off into his own little world, talking all excited about curiosities she had never heard before, but it made her heart warm to hear him talk. There was no doubt that he loved what he did.

"Really? Wow, they really do smell like chocolate!" She moved closer to the red flowers, feeling their fragrance. "Do they taste like chocolate too?" She pondered, laughing a little at her own comment.

"I believe not, but trying is not impossible." Said Keith with a hand in front of his mouth covering his mouth a bit as Eve laughed, "Do you like chocolate?"

"Oh, I do. Very much actually. Ahh, just thinking about it I get mouthwatering ."

"Why don't we sit down a bit? We've been walking for a while now." Said Keith pointing to some covered benches where there were some people sitting around talking.

The sky was a beautiful shade of orange, indicating the end of the afternoon and the slow arrival of night.

"What did you think of the festival, Keith? Was it fun?" She could feel her cheeks warming up again as she stared him right in the eye. Wondering if she would ever get used to being so close to him.

"It was so much fun! It's the first time I've had the opportunity to come into contact with so many rare plants that I've never seen in person before," Keith said with a beautifully satisfied smile on his face, which changed to a slight frown along with a slight restlessness in his fingers that went unnoticed by Eve. "Thank you so much for asking me to come along today, Eve. It was one of the best days for me. It really has been a long time since I've had this much fun. I hope you had as much fun as I did and that I was of some help to your project. I know that sometimes I can get a little carried away when it comes to flowers... haha" he concluded a little nervously.

"Thank you for coming along with me! I don't know what I would have done without your help. I've been able to absorb a lot of interesting things about flowers and it will help me a lot in my work. Thank you very much indeed for today."

"What did you enjoy seeing most today?"

"Hmm, that's a tough one. Haha. There were so many plants that I've never seen before in person. But if I could only choose one, I would say lilies. They have been my favorite since I was little, so it was special to see them in person. They are even more beautiful up close.

Eve could have sworn she saw the exact moment when Keith's eyes light up like stars in the sky upon hearing her answer. Making her own heart skip a beat.

"Lilies are one of my favorites too!"

"Really?!"

"Yeah!"

"How did we spend the day at a flower festival and not know each other's favorites?"

The two fell into laughter. It was clear to see the moment when the atmosphere became lighter. But thanks to those moments and the opportunity to spend the day with each other. They could get to know each other a little better.

Expressing herself with words was never Eve's strong suit. She had always considered herself more the type who liked to observe people and just be a spectator than to have an effective conversation. She hoped that little by little she could change that about herself.

The fair was almost over. She wanted to give him something to end that day well. Something that could be memorable. That when he looked at it, he would remember this day with her. That's when she noticed the gift store with seedlings of several plants. This was the perfect gift.

"Look, Keith! Let's go over there!" She said, already running in the direction of the little shop.

"Hi, I hope you enjoyed the festival," said a little lady who looked to be in her sixties. "Here in our store we have seedlings of various plants as a form of gift giving. Flowers are like eternal partners, storing precious and joyful moments, using that joy as a source of energy. As a kind of souvenir. Said the shop assistant, pointing to her side, where there were a few seedlings left on offer "Since the festival is almost over, I can give a discount to the young couple."

"A-ah, we're not-" How many more times could Eve's cheeks take the redness? She thought.

"Come on, don't be shy! From afar I could observe that you make a beautiful couple together! We have these options still available. I'm sure they will be to your liking."

"S-so, would you have any lily seedlings left?"

"Ahh, unfortunately no," she spoke with an apologetic tone. "They were the most requested and ran out early. But we still have those beautiful tulips available."

"Hmm, that being the case," she pondered for a moment, trying to remember the things Keith had explained to her about the meanings of tulips. "I'll have those red tulips, please."

"Here, young lady. May these tulips pass on your feelings to your beloved."

"T-Thank you." She paid for the two seedlings, placed in vases, and approached Keith.

"Ah, I wanted to pay for them." He said, seeing the two plant seedlings in Eve's hands.

"No! You already paid for our lunch, even though I insisted on helping. Now it's my turn to pay you back," she said, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Well, I really wanted to give you lilies but since they were no longer available, I hope you'll accept these tulips. As a gift from today. That way we can share something together, what do you think?"

"B-but Eve, those... I mean, are you sure?"

Agreed Eve, nodding her head positively.

"I know we may not be close enough to be considered friends, but I'd like to go through that stage and get to know you better. I mean, if you want too of course." I said, glancing over from the corner of my eye to check Keith's reaction.

"Eve...do you think the meaning of the red tulip is that of friendship?"

"Huh, Isn't that right?"

Keith couldn't hold it in and began to laugh at the situation.  To the others it might not have been such a funny thing, but the moment Eve offered him the red tulips, he felt his heart race faster and almost had a meltdown.

"I think you got a little confused," he tried to calm his breathing to stop laughing and continue explaining. "Yellow tulips mean cheerful thoughts, red ones, well..." he hesitated a bit before moving closer to Eve's ear so that only she could hear. "It has a more romantic meaning, they represent 'true and everlasting love' ' He pulled away, covering the smile that settled on his lips lightly with his hand. "Shall we walk? I'll drop you off at your front door."

She was too embarrassed to verbalize anything, so she just nodded her head low. Following along the path back to her house, they continued talking about how the day went and the fun things they did and saw, with Keith still joking a bit with Eve about the tulip event. She didn't like being picked on, but if it was Keith, she didn't mind a bit.

"We're here." He said, stopping in front of the doorway of her apartment. "Thanks so much for today. I really had a great time today. "

"I had a great time too. Thanks again for accepting my invitation." I said, hesitating a bit before continuing. "...Keith?"

"Yes?"

"I know I ended up confusing the meanings, but they still represent how I feel," Eve confessed with her head bowed. "I hope we can go out and get to know each other better, but I know how I feel about you is a stronger feeling than just friendship, so...would you like to go out with me another day? Like a date?"

Eve felt her hands sweat more than they should. Looking forward to Keith's answer.

"So... today wasn't a date?"

!!!!

This caught her so off guard that she raised her head in surprise. Did he consider today a date? Would he like to have been one? As if he could read Eve's thoughts at that moment, a light laugh echoed off Keith's lips before he continued. "I'd love to. My turn to pick a place. What do you think?"

"Y-yes! That would be great." She readily agreed, fiddling lightly with her dress. "We'll be in touch then? When your cell phone is fixed, can you give me your number?"

Keith stirred a bit, looking like he wanted to say something, but in the end he just said with a slight smile on his face, "Sure, see you later." He said goodbye with a nod.

Eve waved back, watching Keith's figure grow more and more distant.

When she could no longer see him from afar, she headed for the entrance to her apartment. Until she felt her cell phone vibrating in her purse. A message.

"What's up, Eve? Are you free today? Can we play together today?"

A smile formed on Eve's lips. It wasn't too hard to tell who sent the messages. It was Tenebris. Just imagining that he actually remembered that... Eve could only think that he got even cuter as the days went by.

Just as she was about to answer, her cell phone screen changed to an attempted call from her superior at work. A sigh already escaped her lips as she realized that this call would not be quick or easy to handle. She didn't want to answer at that moment, but she knew that not answering would only make things worse. So she headed to a darker, more private corner, mentally preparing herself for what was to come.

-

"Do you have a problem? Is there nothing going on in that hollow little head of yours but wind? Seriously, I've had enough of this. Don't you think? Use your head for something! Get out of your world and pay more attention to the things around you.”

"I-I didn't know. I-"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about! Ask next time. Those tickets were for you and me! You're such a fool, aren't you?"

"B-but they didn't tell me, and you-you'd already gone home-"

"Are you going to try to use that lame excuse now? Seriously, you're impossible. You know what? Forget it." The call ended brutally.

It had been over 20 minutes since the extremely uncomfortable conversation had lasted. Eve had avoided prolonging the torture as much as possible, just hoping it would be over soon.

She couldn't express her feelings well or verbalize her thoughts, and as a result she was at the mercy of other people's cruelty.

A small feeling of relief formed the moment the call ended. The tears finally falling rolled freely down her face in a silent way.

Stupid. Idiotic. Dumb. She kept repeating in her head, belittling herself. Motionless for a few moments to pull herself together, or at least to try.

Wiping away the tears, she slowly went to the grocery store to get something to relieve the pain and emptiness she now felt in her chest. She was sad and hungry, she needed to eat something before going back to her bubble of sadness.

With the automatic door giving her access and with a somewhat apathetic appearance, she picked up a small basket, placing sweets like chocolate bars and snacks. All in the automatic mode. It didn't seem fair. Why did things like this have to happen so soon after such a good and fun day? Was she not allowed to have a normal day and be happy for a while? Maybe it's true, she thought. Maybe she was a fool who lived in the world of the moon. Acceptance slowly taking over her body. Maybe that was the kind of treatment she deserves.

Paying for the things she bought and leaving the store still disconnected from the rest of the world, just wanting to get home soon. Until she felt someone's hand hold hers tightly from behind.

"Hey, lady," a man she had never seen before held her tightly by the hand, preventing her from letting go. "You dropped this in the back, I came to give it back to you."

It was the keychain from her purse. The chain was a little frayed and slack, so it must have fallen off without her noticing.

"Oh... thank you." She said, taking back her keychain and trying to let go of his hand, but he wouldn't let go at all, feeling the grip getting stronger she tried unsuccessfully to pull away. "I'm going to go now, then-"

"You're very pretty... and you smell very nice too. Don't you want to keep me company? We can do something together... shall we go to my place?" He said, moving closer.

Eve could smell the strong odor of alcohol coming from him. It had to be. Just when she thought this one couldn't take a worse ending, it happened. She hated with all her might people who drank beyond their account, losing their ability to reason.

"No, I need to go." He tried to pull on her arm. "Let go of me please."

"Come on, I promise you it will be fun. Just the two of us. Just the two of us. I bet you don't have anything more interesting to do anyway..."

"No, let me go." He looked around for help, but the street was deserted. There was no one around. He tried desperately to let go of her hand, but even drunk he was still stronger than she was. Maybe if she screamed for help...

"Get your fucking hands off her, you shit."

She froze in place, her feet frozen on the ground as she noticed the figure of someone say before knocking out the drunk who was pestering her, knocking him to the ground. It was very dark, you couldn't see the person properly by the low lighting.

"You're nothing but a little shit." She watched this someone, grab the fallen drunk by the collar to land another punch. Before dropping him to the ground and turning toward her. That was the snap she needed to snap back to reality. With adrenaline surging through her body, Eve began to run as fast as she could. All she wanted was to get away from this situation. Really, how unlucky was she to have to deal with all of this in a single day? As she ran she grabbed the cell phone from her purse and tried to call someone.

She needed help. Someone. Anyone. She didn't want to and knew that she couldn't deal with the situation alone. She clicked on the first number that appeared in her call history. Not paying attention to the path she was running, she ran into a dead end. That's when her legs gave way and she fell to the ground. She was exhausted. She didn't have the strength at the moment to get up. She could only feel the beats of her own heart and her cell phone.

Until her heard the sound of another cell phone ringing in front of you. And so did the quick footsteps of someone getting closer and closer. As the figure got closer and closer, she could recognize that it was the same person as just now, who knocked out that drunk. When he finally stopped in front of her, she could better notice his face. He had blotches of purple mixed on his face and body. He was also wearing a purple shirt, but in a shade that he noticed was darker. She also wore a necklace that Eve swore she had seen before...! But it was when the person finally answered the ringing cell phone that the situation changed course.

"Eve...!"

She couldn't quite understand. This person was wearing the clothes of Tenebris, but the face resembled another. But how? Could it be a coincidence? Her eyes could be deceiving her. Looking at her screen display, she realized that she had tried to call Tenebris, so why? Why had he answered? He couldn't think clearly what had just happened. How was this possible? What was this? Why did he also resemble Keith?

"I'm sorry about that! I-I didn't mean to scare you! I was concerned since it had been a while since you had answered my messages. That's when I saw that piece of garbage bothering you...and I just lost my mind. I'm sorry." He said, kneeling in front of her.

When she tried to say something, the figure that looked like Tenebris but with some of Keith's features began to cringe pulling at her own hair as she took steps backwards. "No, not now!" was the last thing she heard him say before he stirred more and more. Until it completely took on the form of someone she dared to say she knew well. For there was no mistaking this face she thought of whenever she could.

"Eve... I-I can explain! I know this is super weird and confusing, but if you give me a chance, I promise I'll explain everything to you...!" Pleaded Keith, slowly approaching her, with light steps so as not to startle her even more. Stopping at a distance that allowed a good view of her face. It really was him. There was no doubt about it. But this just happened... one moment it was Tenebris, and now it was totally Keith in front of her, as if they were two people in one body. All she wanted was to wake up from this crazy dream.

Eve lifted her head to get a good look at him. Her thoughts were conflicting in her mind. She wasn't sure how to process it all, but she could see the anxiety and sense of desperation in Keith's eyes. He seemed to really want to explain himself. And that was all she wanted most at that moment.

"A-all right," she said, her voice faltering a little and regaining the strength to stand up. There was no point in staying there on the floor confused about it. She needed clarification. With a sigh, she sought the strength to continue saying. "Shall we go upstairs? We'd better talk somewhere more private and quiet." She suggested, pointing to her apartment building which she could recognize now that she was a little calmer.

"C-Couse! Yes we will..." Keith was quick to respond, but hesitated a bit before following her. He stayed the whole way to Eve's apartment in silence, his head down, already thinking about the worst of the situation.

He sat down when she offered him a chair, sitting next to each other, face to face. Offering a cup of tea beforehand, to further calm his nerves before they talked.

"About what happened now... what was that about?" Eve began, a little afraid still. "... Do you know Tenebris? He... and you..." She couldn't continue the rest of the sentence.

"I'm really sorry I kept it from you Eve..." she listened intently to what Keith had to say. "I didn't mean for things to have happened like that, I just...! I was scared. Really afraid. That you would freak out and end up walking away from me... from us! I've been with him since I can remember, it's something that no one can explain, we also have no idea how or why we both share the same body. And after a long time, we end up just accepting it. Trying to deal with this situation the best way we could, but it's really not easy. For neither of us. Everybody that we know, people that I used to live with, my friends... everybody has moved away, avoided us. I can't blame them. When I met you, I was very afraid. That you would also run away the moment you knew our truth, what we are. I am sorry. But please! I promise you that-"

"Is that why you didn't give me your phone? You said it was in repair." She interrupted him unintentionally, but she needed to know.

"A-ah, that..." she scratched her head lightly before continuing. "My cell phone was really broken, Tenebris gets a little carried away sometimes. Except that you already had the number the moment you gave yours to Tenebris that day. I assumed that you would find it odd, to say the least, to try to text me and have him answer."

"Ahh, true..." she rolled over in her chair a little. It was the first time Eve had seen Keith wearing more punk styled clothes, so it was a little strange for her to see Keith wearing Tenebris' clothes, but not in a bad way. "Hmm, I'm not going to lie, this is all kind of weird. A lot actually...but that's all it is to me. Now that the adrenaline has passed and I can think better, I can no longer be surprised and scared of you two. I even apologize if my reaction was over the top, it probably must have hurt you."

"Huh?"

"I mean," she tried to explain herself better. "Yeah, this whole stuff about you guys being connected like that, it's unusual, but you guys have never done anything to hurt me or anything like that. You've always been kind to me, and I like you both. Very much, actually. I was surprised that this was the first time I saw something like this, but I wasn't afraid. I don't see any reason to stay away from you. I understand how it hurts when people pull away without warning or lose interest in you..."

"I-I, I mean... really? Are you sure about that?"

"Uhum." He agreed, nodding positively.

Keith still couldn't believe it. Much less Tenebris. It was just too surreal. To meet a person who for the first time was not afraid of Tenebris or repulsed by them. Eve could tell he still had his doubts about it, so she held out her pinky to Keith.

"How about this? I promise that no matter what happens, I won't abandon you or walk away without saying anything to you, pinky-finger promise-... Oh, right!" She lifted her other hand raising her other pinky together. "Okay, now yes, pinky promise. I promise you both."

That was the final straw for both of them. It felt like it was all a dream, and that at any moment they might wake up in their house, as if nothing that happened now was real. It was too good for both of them to be considered true.  With this small gesture, Eve unintentionally made them both take over the body at the same time, but only for a short time. Wiping away the tear that was falling from her eyes, they raised their hands so that they could both intertwine their pinkies with hers.

"Do you promise?"

"Uhum! I promise!"

[arent-i-the-fairest]

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟

getting matching necklaces for you two to wear!

author’s note : pls matching necklaces (or matching anything, really) are so cute!! me and my friend just bought a pair recently and i adore them~! (≧∇≦）

(if the pics aren’t loading for you, i went ahead and put what they are next the boys’ names hehe)

idia shroud — yin and yang cat necklaces!

“idia, you good?” you asked, watching him become completely still and staring at his palms, where his half of the necklace sat. then the tips of his hair started to turn into a cute pink.

“all these c-cheesy romantic things you do are gonna kill me.” he finally spoke in a quiet voice. well, not that i’m upset about it, he whispered to himself with an awkward grin.

“i better go ahead and get you a coffin then, because i got a lot more things coming— i ordered some other matching things, like shirts, oh and—!” idia cuddled into his hoodie, excited (and kind of nervous at the same time) at what was in store for him.

idia’s not a big jewelry guy, but he does wear this surprisingly frequently! when he isn’t though, he has it on him in a pocket or something. he likes to play around with it when he’s in the middle of class, bored. it’s entertaining to him for some reason. but then again, anything other than listening to a teacher’s long-winded rambling is.

one time he accidentally lost it and cried on his bed for like two hours while ortho went out to hunt for it. and phew idia was so relieved when it was found, he can’t even express it or put it into words.

jade leech — mushroom necklaces!

“i love it.” jade gasped the second he saw it.

“oh, that was quick— i’m glad you like it though! i had a feeling you would, since you’re so interested in mushrooms and all.” you smiled, pulling the magnets apart and handing one of the necklaces to him.

he went ahead and asked for you to put it on him. “how does it look, dear? does it compliment me well?” he grinned. you giggled, nodding. “you’re lookin’ handsome, jade.”

wears it everyday, 24/7– and if for some reason he can’t, like if azul says it breaks mostro lounge uniform policy, jade will go and keep it safe in his room. (or just ignore it— i mean, if his brother can get away with wearing his tie all loose and shirt unbuttoned, he should be able to wear a little mushroom necklace)

it does look a little silly on him though— in a good, adorable way! it’s just that he looks so professional and then you see this little plastic mushroom hangin’ off his neck and can’t help but giggle, y’know? it’s precious!

very protective of it and always makes sure he knows where it is, this thing is never getting lost— and thank god, because this thing costed a pretty penny.

sebek — dragon necklaces!

“so, you humans symbolize your close bonds with necklaces?” sebek asked, analyzing the jewelry before grinning. “hmph! well, i must say, for a lowly human, you do have fine taste.”

“i’ll ignore the lowly human part— but thanks! i was thinkin’ about the fairy of thorns, and how she could turn into a dragon or something, then it led me to choosing this.”

sebek grinned. “hoho, so you’ve learned a thing about her! but there’s much more her highness could do, such as how she could wield flames of a bright gree—”

“sebeeek, i already know about that!” you whined. you told me about it for about the tenth time yesterday, you thought. “but anyways, there’s a phrase you haven’t said to me yet— just two words.”

he put his hand on his chin. “a phrase i should’ve said?” he hummed to himself before choking. “oh— OH!! i apologize for my discourtesy! human, i am grateful for your gift, THANK YOU!”

“n-no need to shout it!”

he likes it so much more than he admits, omg— he totally went to shove your gift in silver’s face and fanboyed about it to lilia (plus showed it off to like at least 3 random students who were just trying to pass by). but anyways, sebek wears it pretty often! and it looks so good on him too!!!

sebek is another one who will protect this thing like he’s gonna drop dead if he loses it. but on the off chance that he does lose it, he’s making people get up left and right to keep an eye out for it, while he himself goes around to check every crevice of the campus—

(also, he totally cried when he realized he didn’t know where it was lol)

[cozy-mp3]

dressing down

ellie x female!reader

you and ellie get sidetracked while searching for supplies in a mall.

word count: 2.4k (ish)

warnings: smut, grinding, clothed sex, dom!ellie because i'm predictable, dirty talk, reader is called honey again, choking, biting/marking, public sex adjacent, you're very in love it's sweet i promise

a/n: hi! i wrote this fic to get a break from the ellie/reader/dina threesome fic i'm working on because i'm 5k words deep and it's kicking my ass a bit lol, it should be done in the next few days tho and i'll hopefully post it wednesday/thursday at the latest :D i wrote this in a few hours so forgive me if it's bad, i just wanted to post today, i hope u enjoy <3

MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL CRY

“hey, honey, what about this one?” ellie calls, her voice muffled by the thin wall separating you both. you put down the pants you were about to pull on and exit the dressing room you were occupying, entering the one beside it where your girlfriend is trying on her own pile of clothing. 

you’re supposed to be searching the mall for supplies, it’d been cleared by a large patrol group a few days ago and now it’d been declared safe enough for smaller groups to enter alone. it felt like the whole town was excited to get the opportunity to search through the old stores, seemingly untouched by other survivors in years, if the amount of infected that had had to be cleared was anything to judge by. 

you and ellie had managed to get sidetracked by a clothing store, you’d spent a good forty minutes digging through the racks for wearable clothes and now, you’d both shut yourselves in the old changing rooms to try things on, occasionally asking for each other's opinion. so far, you’d said yes to three similar looking flannel shirts that ellie insisted were very different, thank you very much, they looked good on her so you won’t argue. you’d also insisted with a warm face she keep hold of some sweatpants that hung low on her hips and you’d shoved a miraculously unopened package of boxers in her backpack, hers were starting to get holes. plus, the new ones have little fruits on them, she’ll look cute.

when you enter the room this time, she’s pulled on a black leather jacket and is looking at herself in the mirror, turning so she can see how it fits across her shoulders. it looks good on her, so good you can feel warmth flood to your face and between your legs, you already know you won’t let her leave without it. it fits tight enough over her shoulders to accentuate the shape of them and make her look broader without looking like it’s too big, the arms don’t look too long and when she bends at the elbow the way the leather clings to the shape of her biceps makes you feel a little weak at the knees.

“it’s practical, right?” ellie hums, not seeming to notice the way you’re raking your eyes over her body, “lots of pockets and it’s sturdy, joel’s had his for years,” she continues, zipping it up and rolling her shoulders so it fits comfortably, “and it looks pretty badass, huh, honey?” she asks, looking over her shoulder at you.

you can’t help feeling a little embarrassed standing there in your underwear, the t-shirt you wore for patrol not doing much to cover anything below the top of your hips. you know she’s caught on to how you’re staring at her, the smirk she’s giving you tells you all you need to know about that. but, it’s ellie and she’s familiar and warm and yours, the worst she’s going to do is tease and she does that anyway.

“yeah, els, totally badass,” you nod, you’d had to clear your throat before speaking and that only makes your face burn hotter, “it looks great,” you tell her, and you’re being honest, it does look great, it looks more than great but you don’t know quite how to put it into words. you don’t think there’s enough compliments in the english language to properly express to her how she makes you feel, just standing there in her dark wash jeans and new leather jacket.

“i’m glad you like it,” she smiles as she walks over to you, her hands coming to rest on your hips comfortably, “is there a reason you’re walking around in panties?” she asks, eyebrow raised, she’s close enough that you can feel the warmth of her body and you can smell the faint leather smell of the jacket along with the soap she washes with and a smell that’s just so ellie it makes your heart ache a little.

“i was about to try some pants on,” you explain softly, raising your arms to rest you hands on her shoulders, “someone interrupted me, i don’t think she’s complaining though,” you say, smiling as she squeezes your hips, you squeeze her shoulders in return and don’t even attempt to push her away when one of her hands curves around your body to grab your ass.

“no, ’m not complaining, honey,” she agrees, her hand slipping beneath the fabric covering your ass and squeezing, pulling you closer so your chests are pressed together, “these are cute ones too,” she hums, brushing her nose against yours and pressing a brief kiss to your lips before she kisses down your neck, sucking a mark against the hollow of your throat.

“ellie,” you moan, hands moving to bury themselves in her hair, “don’t leave marks where people can see,” you sigh, tugging her hair hard enough to make her groan against your skin, she doesn’t stop, only digging her teeth into your skin so she’s sure her mark sticks, the possessive asshole she is, “don’t bite me,” you whine, tugging hard enough to steer her mouth away from you so you can look into her eyes, “be good,” you tell her, trying to be stern though you’re sure you aren’t at all intimidating with your pupils blown wide with lust and your thighs pressing together desperately.

“you’re the one that needs to be good,” she replies, though she doesn’t reattach her lips to your skin, instead choosing to place her hand at the base of your neck and stroke her thumb over the spot where your pulse is rabbiting away, “if you aren’t good, i won’t make you cum,” she says, staring into your eyes now, leaning in so her forehead is resting against yours, “and i know you want that more than anything,” she tells you with that confident little smirk of hers and you can’t argue because of course she’s right, all you want right now is her fingers knuckle deep inside of you.

“please,” you mumble, your eyebrows pulled into a pleading expression, “ellie, please,” you beg again, you arch your body against hers, trying to push her thigh between your legs so your pussy has something to relieve the ache you’re feeling. she smiles triumphantly at your desperation and leans in to press her lips to yours, pressing her tongue to the seam of your lips and tightening her grip on your ass once you let her in.

she walks you backwards until you’re pressed against the dressing room door, her thigh finding it’s place between your legs and her knee pressing up against your core. her hand tightens around your throat, her fingers curling around the length of your neck until they’re squeezing with enough pressure to make you feel lightheaded. you moan into her mouth, one of your hands vacating her hair to wrap around her wrist, not to push her away, only to hold on to her, to feel her skin against yours.

“good girl,” she whispers against your lips, she’s purposefully moving herself against you now, the blunt edge of her knee and firm muscle of her thigh grinding against your quickly dampening panties. her hand tightens around your neck and she watches as your brows pull together tighter and your eyes water, a satisfied smile on her lips, “such a good girl, honey,” she tells you and you feel your pussy gush, it’d be embarrassing if ellie didn’t groan when she feels the start of the wet spot you’re leaving on her thigh.

“ellie,” you gasp as you tighten your grip around her wrist, your nails digging into her tattooed skin, “please, ellie, ‘m gonna cum,” you whimper, your hips are moving now, your clit bumping against the curve of her knee in a way that makes you moan so loud you’d have to cover your mouth in any other situation. a few tears escape your eyes and leave wet little trails down your cheeks, your lashes beginning to clump together as ellie lets go of your neck to allow you to suck in a deep breath.

you moan again and look into her eyes as she strokes over the tender skin of your throat, her lips meeting yours again. she kisses you in a way you can only describe as thorough, you let her guide you, brain too distracted with your impending orgasm to take any control of it yourself. her nails dig hard into the soft skin of your ass and she uses the handful of you she’s gotten to help guide your hips against her.

“cum for me, honey,” she tells you, her hand leaving your neck to grip your jaw, forcing your eyes to remain on hers, “i want you to look at me while you cum, can you do that?” she asks, though it’s more of an order than a question, you nod regardless, one hand gripping her wrist and your other grabbing her shoulder, your nails digging into the soft leather of her jacket.

you try desperately to follow her instructions as you cum but you can’t help the way your eyes squeeze shut, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan and your thighs shaking. you feel the waves of it crash through you, your hips jerking against ellie’s thigh while her hand stays firm on your ass, pulling your body against hers in a weak semblance of a grind. 

“good fucking girl,” ellie practically growls as your eyes flutter back open, “you came so hard honey, you really needed that, huh?” she asks and you can’t gather yourself enough to respond beyond a nod, you can feel your release soaking your thighs and when ellie loosens her grip on your jaw enough for you to look down you can see the mess you’ve made. there’s a large dark patch on her jeans and your thighs are a little red from chafing against the rough material, your panties are wet enough to be see through where they touch your pussy and you’re fairly certain they’re ruined.

 “fuck,” you whimper, sounding rather pathetic and fucked out even to your own ears. you let your head fall back against the door as you catch your breath, trying not to let your knees buckle as ellie removes your thigh from between yours, “love you,” you mumble and ellie laughs at your dazed face, never unkind, only fond as she strokes the sides of your warm face.

“fucked you that good, huh, honey?” she asks with a chuckle, pressing her lips to your cheek in a brief kiss, “so good,” she praises you again and you smile over at her, feeling a little shy from her compliment. “you wanna make me cum?” she asks and you nod so eagerly it makes your head swim a little. her lips stretch into a smile that's big and soft and so totally unlike the persona she was portraying moments ago, it’s almost enough to make you feel dizzy as you lean forward to press a kiss to her lips.

“Yeah, ‘course i wanna make you cum,” you tell her, lips still close enough to brush against hers as you talk, “wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel,” you say, reaching down to tug at her belt, undoing it with practiced ease and letting it fall to the floor. her skin is hot when you reach beneath her shirt to brush against her stomach, your fingers lingering over the faint outline of each of her abs.

“it’s not gonna take much,” she tells you, leaning down to begin pressing kisses to your neck again, you don’t scold her this time, too distracted with getting your hands in her pants to worry about the look maria is going to give you if she sees you at dinner tonight. “got me so fucking worked up, honey,” she mumbles agaisnt you as you unbutton her jeans, tugging the zipper down and pushing your hand inside.

“i can feel, els,” you hum, biting your lip as you brush your fingers against the wet spot she’s left on her boxers, you rub lightly, feeling how warm she is and how the wet spot only grows with your attention, “gonna make you cum,” you say, your words almost broken with a whimper when she sucks hard just below your ear. 

you rub gentle circles around her cunt a moment longer before you find her clit and begin to rub her more firmly. you can feel how swollen she is with arousal, you know if you had your mouth on her you’d be able to feel her clit pulse against your lips as she gets close, it makes your own pussy clench weakly. 

“don’t stop,” ellie groans as her hips fuck agaisnt your hand, “don’t you dare stop, honey,” she adds, she isn’t sucking marks into you anymore, only panting wetly into your neck, her hands fumbling a little before they grip your hips again. she’s holding you so tightly her nails are leaving crescent moons in your skin, you know she’ll get on her knees and kiss them later, when you’re back at home and in bed together. 

“cum for me els,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and pressing your fingers against her harder, “i wanna make you cum,” you say, using your free hand to brush her hair away from her sweaty temple, she lets out a desperate moan, pulling you tight against her body and shuddering against you as she orgasms. her hips grind against your hand for a few more moments before she stills, breathing heavily, her face pressed into your shoulder now.

“thank you, honey,” she mumbles and turns her head so her cheek is resting on your shoulder and she can look up at you, her eyes are all soft and adoring and you’re sure you’re giving her with the same lovesick look, “we might need to pick you up more panties, these are fucked,” she chuckles, snapping the elastic against your hip and looking down at the mess you’ve made of them.

“yeah, we might,” you agree, huffing out a tired laugh, “your jacket still looks good though,” you tell her, gently pushing her shoulders so she takes a step back and you can look at her. her face is flushed and her hair is messy from your pulling, her jeans are undone and a little low on her hips and the wet patch of your release is still large and dark on her thigh. but, she has a smile on her lips, albeit a little sleepy, and the jacket still looks as good as before, the addition of a few crescent shaped marks from your nails is something you’re sure she won't complain about.

[alotofpockets]

Hideaway | Florence Pugh

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Prompt: “You two make such a cute couple.” - “We’re not a couple.” (full request)

Requested by: anon

Word count: 975

masterlist | requests: closed | taglist

When you walk out of your local bookstore you're met with a wave of loud screaming. You look over to see what is going on, but even then you still didn't know what was going on. You did notice that in the midst of the loud group of people was a blonde woman looking like she couldn’t escape the people around her.

When you placed the order you walked back to the table, “So, why were all those people yelling at you?” You ask, genuinely interested in what happened back there. “I’m an actress.” Florence starts, “but usually fans are a lot more respectful. I have never experienced a fan encounter this bad. I love meeting fans, just not in this way.” The waitress brings your order to the table, you both thank her and continue your conversation.

“What about you, what do you do? If you’re not a security guard you should definitely reconsider.” She jokes making you laugh. “No security guard, just found a bit of courage to help a woman in need.” You joke back before you tell her about your actual job.

You stay at the coffeeshop talking for another hour getting to know each other. Florence shares some of her favorite fan encounters to show you they weren’t all like the one you had experienced. “Sorry to interrupt your conversation.” You hear on your left as the waitress walks up to your table. Florence smiles and says, “All good, what’s up?” The girl puts down a plate with a piece of chocolate cake and two forks. “This is our last piece of chocolate cake, we have this thing where we give away the last piece of cake to anyone we want in the shop. And since you two make such a cute couple, I wanted to give it to you.”

Both you and Florence hide a blush. Florence quickly recovers and says, “That’s very sweet of you, but we’re not a couple.” The girl’s eyes widen, “Oh, I’m sorry. You can keep the cake for free as an apology.” You both reassure the girl that it was no problem. Once she walked away yours and Florence’s eyes met, you both smiled and looked down at the cake. “Might as well enjoy this right?” You say taking a bite, making Florence giggle.

You look at your phone and realize the time, “I have to go, I promised my neighbor I would watch her kid this afternoon.” You say getting up and putting on your coat. Florence searches for her wallet in her purse, “How much do I owe you for the tea?” She asks. “The tea was on me.” You smile, “but maybe you can give me your phone number and you can buy me one next time?” You say getting another one of those courageous moments.”

Florence smiles back at you, “I would love to do this again with you. Minus the loud fan encounter.” You both laugh again. Florence puts her number in your phone, you give her a hug goodbye and head out the door. You round the corner to where you met Florence and reach for your phone and sent her a text.

You: Hi, the crowd has cleared, you’re safe to leave. Sincerely, your personal security guard

Before you can put your phone away it dings with a notification.

Florence: My hero, thank you 😘

Your cheeks heat up again after reader her message, especially the kissy face emoji. With a content smile on your face, you put your phone in your pocket and head home.

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[leahblackk]

I have not sent in a request jn like 6 years but okay -

something maybe a lil big angsty but like spencer is being over the top sarcastic with reader. maybe they’re in an argument over his job or something some argument and Spencer is just being very rude and sarcastic to the point where reader can’t tell if it’s a joke or not, and in the midst of their argument spencer is called away on a case, and comes home to see reader has left. (if u wanna fluff it up at the end he can apologize profusely and they can cuddle it out but up to you leah bc your mind is genius)

Hurtful words

(Not my gif)

Summary: a little blurb by my local amazing ideas giver, Alex. Let’s all say thank you Alex for this idea.

Couple: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: Spencer being a little shit. And mentions of being injured because of gunshot. And many mistakes I’m sorry :)

Oh my god yes! I feel like I haven’t done a blurb in years. Your blurb ideas are the ones that keep me going. And you are the genius!! Your ideas are extremely amazing and I’m happy I can make them true <3

Spencer Reid.

What a mystery that man was.

Y/n met Spencer as a sweet young man with glasses and cute jumpers. A man who didn't catch certain social things. He didn’t understood sarcasm in certain occasions or indirect messages or double intentions. Of course, he knew what it was, but he didn’t know how to act with it or how to use it.

Until he learned how to be passive-aggressive.

The first time Y/n ever saw Spencer being passive-aggressive with someone was with JJ when the Lauren/Emily thing happened. Spencer, of course, was very mad about it. JJ was his best friend, the person he most trusted besides his girlfriend. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t know. It wasn’t like he was going to tell anyone! He had the right to know that his friend whom he loved so much wasn’t buried five feet underground! He cried on his girlfriend floor for hours, and when he was too embarrassed by her looking at him, he went to JJ’s house. She saw him, she saw him crying his eyes out for her and she didn’t say a damn thing! Of course he was going to be mad.

Y/n never thought she had to worry about him being like that with her.

Spencer always has been a sweet man. But he isn’t when he’s under stress, mad or sad. The pressure over him made his IQ of 187 slashed to 63. He couldn’t think straight. And Spencer never worried about him being like that with his girlfriend. He didn’t had any reasons to be. She was all nice to him and cared about him.

But now, things changed while they were fighting in their shared apartment.

Y/n has been injured on a case after being reckless, or that was the way his boyfriend thought, but to be honest she saved a life, even if that got her hurt. She didn’t care. She would do it again. And that petrified Spencer.

Even if her doctor told her she could go back to the field. Spencer wasn’t going to have any of it. That was why they were fighting. Neither of them liked to deal with strong emotions. He wanted to say he didn’t want her to be there because he was scared he was going to lose her. He couldn’t lose her. She was his everything. His glue putting him together when the world tried to bring him down and shatter his heart. She was the thing that keeps him going. But instead of saying that, he was treating her badly and Y/n on her side wasn’t going to have any of it.

“Why can’t you understand, Spencer? I’m not a child. I can perfectly take care of myself.” She said putting her clothes on her go-bag while Spencer took them out.

He chuckled, “Perfectly take care of yourself? Yeah of course I believe you. When did you take care of yourself? When you put yourself in front of the unsub and he shot you? Yeah, Y/n, that’s taking care of yourself.”

She frowned.

That hurt.

“Excuse Spencer but you’re not no one to tell me what to do.”

“I’m your boyfriend!” He said, hurt.

“And? That doesn’t give you any right to tell me what to do. I’m a grown-up, Reid. If you didn’t notice. I’m not a child you can take care of.”

“Sometimes I think you are, you know?” He then looked at her, “You act worse than a child sometimes. Being so reckless and putting yourself in danger.”

“Like you haven’t done that yourself either.”

“I have! But I knew what I was doing. You weren’t thinking!”

“When is gonna be the day you understand you can’t tell me what to do?”

“When you stop being so reckless and actually take care of yourself,” He crossed his arms over his chest, “But apparently that’s not happening.”

She sighed with anger and looked at him. Throwing a shirt over his face and going downstairs to the kitchen to drink water and calm herself. Spencer followed her and entered the kitchen taking a glass of water as well.

She didn’t even look at him. He wanted her looking at him. He wanted to feel those eyes on him even if they were full of anger.

So he made it in the wrong way.

“And you said you’re not a child,” he murmured referring to her throwing the shirt on his face.

“What was that?” She turned around and look at him.

“You perfectly heard it, Y/n.”

“I can’t believe you’re the one calling me a child. Look at you,” she moved her hands up and down in front of him to make a point, “I’m going to that case you like it or not.”

“I wouldn’t risk the team to be with you on the case. They might end it up injured with your recklessness.”

Silence.

The words Spencer throw made echo in both lovers ears.

Reid bit his bottom lip regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. Trying to take them back but the damage was already done.

Y/n looked at him without any emotion. Until her eyes start to burn and the tears came out. She lifted her hand with anger and wiped them off feeling her cheeks getting warmer and warmer.

Spencer looked at her and his heart ached. Why did he said that? She was a great agent. He was just scared of losing her and if by telling her that stuff, she would stay home safe, he would do it. But he regretted it now. He regretted it so much.

She chuckled without any humour and licked her bottom lip, tears coming down her face again.

But she let them now. Too tired.

Spencer’s first instinct was to step forward to her, but she stayed back putting her hands in front of him, to stop him.

She didn’t want to be touched by him.

He looked down.

He spends his life touching her. Loving her and worshipping her body. Touching her soft skin with soft moves, carefully not wanting to break her as she was a porcelain doll. But now, she didn’t want to be touched by him.

And Spencer understood.

He did.

It was all his fault at the end of the day. He made her stayed back when he wanted to pull her in. It was his fault. “I don’t want you to touch me,” she murmured and passed him taking her arms close to her so they wouldn’t brush his skin.

Spencer’s tears came down now.

I don’t want you to touch me.

She didn’t want him to touch her.

But all he wanted to do was touch her and let her know he didn’t mean those words. How could he? She was perfect in everything she did, her job included. Mostly her job.

Spencer didn’t notice how much time had passed while he stood frozen in the middle of their kitchen until he felt his phone buzzed. He took it out of his pocket. It was Morgan.

Hey Spencer. I know you love your girlfriend so much but we have to hurry! People are dying you know? Not everything is vanilla and roses like you two.

Spencer chuckled. Only if he knew.

He went upstairs with careful moves while he pressed his palms together trying to stop the trembling. He mostly did.

All her clothes were now in the closet, her go-bag as well. She wasn’t going to the case. It wasn’t a surprise. He knew he would achieve what he wanted after saying that. But now it didn’t felt right.

He moved closer to where she was. On their shared bed. He sat down. He was about to open his mouth to say something but she did it first. “Please don’t say anything. You have said enough and I think your thoughts are very clear,” her voice sounds broken. And was all his fault, “Just go. Tell the team I haven’t made full recovery yet.”

He nodded even if she couldn’t see him because she was hiding under the blankets.

What Spencer didn’t notice was the way after saying those words, her hands end it up on her mouth trying the sobs not to come out. She knew if Spencer heard those he would stay with her, even if they just argued. It was Spencer at the end of the day.

He would do anything for her.

Spencer full of guilty took his go-bag and walked directly to the door, looking at her once more.

He wanted to ask.

He needed to know.

You’re gonna be here when I come back?

You’re gonna still be here when I come back?

But the words never left his mouth. They got stuck on his throat. The pain and the tears as well. He needs to say he still loved her. That no matter what he still loved her. He loves her.

He-

He loves her.

But he couldn’t. So he turned around, and left.

When the front door closed Y/n finally let the sobs out.

…

The young doctor tried to avoid all the questions on why he was so grumpy and distracted.

The answer to those questions was “I just had a huge fight with the love of my life and I’m worried she leaves while I’m here. Even if she have every right to I’m still scared because she’s the only thing that keeps me going.”

But of course, he didn’t said it.

He just dismissed everything saying he didn’t have good sleep which didn’t make things better because later on, he was going to be teased by Emily and Morgan.

And when the case was finally closed, he ran to the closest flower shop to buy her favourite flowers and then he went to her favourite restaurant to get her favourite food to then ran to the metro all the way to their shared apartment.

He tried to manage to open the door with all the things in his hand but he couldn’t so he put his satchel and the flowers on the wooden floor, and he was about to put the food as well but then he thought about the germs even if the food was protected, so he put it above his satchel and he was finally able to open the door.

The lights were off which wasn’t weird of her. She wasn’t a lover of the lights of the apartment, always reminding Spencer that they needed to change them as they were too bright, but they never had time to do so, but that was exactly what Spencer was going to do tomorrow.

He then took off his shoes and put them next to the others, but her shoes weren’t there which was weird but he didn’t think too much about it. Maybe she forgot to take them off.

Spencer, then, open the door, even more, to put all the things inside of the house. He put his satchel on the little table next to the shoes and his keys as well.

Her keys weren’t there.

Spencer’s heart stopped.

Her keys weren’t there.

He breathed in and out softly trying to calm his desperate heart beating faster and faster on his chest wanting to get out. He put his palms together trying to stop the trembling but this time was impossible.

He took the flowers with him and went upstairs closing the front door behind him and he open the door of their shared bedroom.

She wasn’t there.

She-

She wasn’t there.

Where did she go?

Did she leave?

No.

No.

“No,” Spencer whispered the tears coming down his eyes.

She wouldn’t. Even if she was mad. She wouldn’t do that as everyone else did without any more explanation than a letter or a note.

A letter.

He needed to find the letter.

He searched on their bed and the tables beside their side of the bed. He didn’t look in their closet or bathroom because she wouldn’t leave that there.

Spencer went downstairs to the kitchen looking for the letter on the dining table and outside of the refrigerator. But there was none.

He, then walked to the living room looking and moving things making a mess.

He needed to read the letter.

She must have left a letter.

Everyone else left a letter.

And the door open but he didn’t heard it because of his desperation and the sound of his heartbeat making echo in his hears

He needed to find the letter.

He turned around and she saw her. Standing there with a sundress and her hair tied. She looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful, but she had a frown on her face looking with confusion at her surroundings, the mess he just made and then back to Spencer repeatedly.

And then he understood he needed to explain himself. “I-I,” he looked down and closed his eyes full of tears for a few seconds. She saw the trembling on his hands. She made a step forward from instinct but then she stopped as she remembers what happened between them. He looked up at her. He couldn��t get the words out of his mouth but she waited for him to talk, patiently while he tried to find the correct words. “I came here right away. Well not right away because I went first to the flower shop and then to your favourite restaurant,” he rambled looking at her. She didn’t stop him. She didn’t have any intention to stop him. Instead, she listens carefully. She always listens, “you weren’t at home and I’ve been nervous all these past days because I thought you would leave, and you had every right to and then I came back here and you weren’t and I looked for a-a note or letter.”

Her heart shattered.

People that left his life always left a note or a letter. She remembers when he told her that.

“I didn’t leave,” he nodded. She didn’t. She stayed. “Penelope called me and she needed help with something and then she asked me if I knew why you were acting so weird and I talked to her for a while and I didn’t realize how late it was. I’m sorry.”

He shocked his head. Stepping forward to her. “You don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who needs to apologize. I shouldn’t have treated you so badly and I want you to understand that I didn’t mean a single word because you are so great and so amazing in everything you do. I would never mean those words,” now was her turn to nodded, “I just said that because after you being injured, I didn’t want you to hurt yourself or even get killed. I’m selfish, yeah I know that. But you’re my everything, Y/n. Without you, I don’t know what will I do, you’re the only one who keeps me together and the one who brings light to my darkness. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he took her hands looking for permission first, “I said those things because I knew you would stay home, but I didn’t mean them I swear I didn’t.”

She nodded again and hugged him. He sobbed while he hugged her as his life depends on it. “I know. It’s okay love. I won't leave you I promise,” she sobbed too. “I love you.”

“I love you more, so so much.”

And they held each other while they sobbed and repeat those three little words back and forth.

They were home now.

They were okay now.

[jungshookz]

y/n is smitten with jungkook and it’s really, truly driving her crazy

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader 

➺ genre; university!au!! hello newbie bff!kook!! woohoo this is part one of a brand new mini-series!! honk honk humour!! boo hoo angst!! jungkook and y/n are bestie goals!! y/n feeds jungkook at one point which is pretty cute too 

➺ wordcount; 5.3k

➺ summary; y/n finally decides to tell jungkook about her feelings for him and she doesn’t know if she’s ever been this nervous about anything before. 

➺ what to expect; “when you like someone... do you think that you should tell them that you like them?” 

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“i have special feelings for you.”

your face screws up in disgust as soon as the sentence comes out of your mouth and you shudder before shaking your head 

‘special feelings’?!

you’re definitely scratching that one off the list 

special feelings

way to sound like a creep 

“c’mon, y/n,” you grumble, pushing yourself up from the sink before reaching up to knock against your forehead, “think, think, think...” 

you’ve been in the washroom for the last half an hour just talking to yourself in the mirror and it’s safe to say that it hasn’t been a very productive half an hour because you’ve basically been spitting the same sentence out in increasingly cringeworthy ways 

“...i think i like you?”

see, now why did you word that one like a question?

do you think you like him or do you actually like him?? 

where’s the confidence??

where’s the oomph factor?! 

“no, wait, i mean-” you wince and quickly shake your head, “what i meant to say was that i think that i know that i like y- no, no, listen to me, i actually like you-”

well, if there’s one thing that can be said for sure, it’s that this is going absolutely nowhere 

the past two months of your life has been consumed with you debating with yourself in your head about whether or not you should tell jungkook that you like him or if you should just bottle it up and keep your feelings shoved deep, deep inside your soul for the rest of your life and even the entirety of your afterlife

it was approximately a week ago that you finally decided it would be best to just put your big girl pants on and tell jungkook about your feelings for him because you know yourself and you feel like you might really go crazy if you don’t do anything about it 

of course, you wouldn’t have come to that decision if it wasn’t for something he’d said during a library study session 

"should you tell someone that you like them?”

“-!” you immediately choke on your water and quickly twist the cap back on the bottle before patting your chest lightly and looking up towards jungkook, “what?” 

“when you like someone... do you think that you should tell them that you like them?” he asks, continuing to type away at his laptop as if he didn’t just ask you what seems to be a pretty loaded question, “or should you just keep it to yourself? to not accidentally make things weird, you know?” 

why would he suddenly bring something like this up? 

“i, um...” you clear your throat before offering him a halfhearted shrug, “well, i- i mean, if you- i think that if you have serious feelings for a person- like, if you know that it isn’t just a silly little crush-” you pause for a second to collect your thoughts so you can string them into a coherent sentence before going on, “okay, let me put it this way: if you know that your feelings for this person are genuine and that you really do want to pursue a romantic relationship with them, then, yeah. yeah, i think you should tell the person that you like them. because if you don’t, you’ll live the rest of your life wondering what would’ve happened if you did tell them, you know? if you do tell them about your feelings, then you don’t have to wonder ‘what if’ for the rest of your life.” 

“huh.” jungkook looks up at you from his laptop before giving you a nod and a hum, “i guess you’re right... yeah, that makes sense. but what would you do if they didn’t feel the same way?”

you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously at his question and the little voice in the back of your head warns you to stay cool and definitely don’t get your hopes up 

he can’t possibly be talking about you and him, can he?

...but if he’s not talking about you and him, then why would he bring the topic up in the first place? 

oh my god. does jungkook like me too? 

“well, i-” you can’t hide the soft smile on your face from the thought of jungkook having feelings for you but you quickly remind yourself that he hasn’t said anything like that at all and has really just asked you a simple question, “i don’t think you have anything to worry about, kook. you’re, like- you know, you’re super nice and funny and- yeah, i- i think if you told someone that you liked them, there would be a 100% chance of them liking you back.” 

“do you really think so?” jungkook’s gaze softens and you feel your heart skip a beat at the sight 

oh, god

you are so whipped for him, aren’t you?

“of course! i know so. is there- is there a reason why you asked?” you ask quickly as you lean forward, wanting to take advantage of the conversation before he loses interest in the topic

“well, i just wanted your opinion on it, because i feel like you always have something logical to say.” jungkook smiles, gently nudging your leg with his foot underneath the table, “i trust you.”  

i trust you.

“i... i like you... and...” you frown at the piece of paper in your hands before looking back up at yourself in the mirror 

perhaps it would be better to not follow your script word for word 

this message should come from your heart, right? it shouldn’t come from a crumpled up piece of notebook paper that’s been living at the bottom of your backpack for the past week 

you nod to yourself as you fold the sheet of paper in half before tucking it into your back pocket 

“okay, i have something that i’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” you breathe out, shutting your eyes for a second to imagine his face in front of you before opening them again, “before you freak out, it’s really not that big of a deal. we are... we’ve been friends for- we are friends, and friends are honest with each other, so this is me being honest with you. i like you. i like you, as in, i have feelings for you. and to be completely honest, i’ve liked you for nearly a year now, which, i know is a pretty long time to have kept it a secret, but- i’ve tried multiple times to force myself to not like you but at this point it’s become clear that my feelings aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. i guess it doesn’t help that we basically spend every day together, right? anyways, if you don’t feel the same way, that’s completely fine. i promise i won’t let it ruin our friendship because i really do cherish you as a friend and the last thing i want is to make things weird, so... you don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings, you know? i just want you to be honest with me, too. ...yeah.” you finish your little monologue with a smile as you give yourself a quick pat on the back 

okay, not half bad! 

it’s short, it’s sweet, you get straight to the point, you have a safety net to fall back on- 

you jolt in surprise at the sound of a splash and a whoosh of a toilet flushing from one of the stalls behind you and you press your lips together tightly and look down when someone steps out 

wonderful

you just gave someone a free show! 

she doesn’t say a word as she steps up to the sink next to you, her bracelets clinking together as she scrubs her hands under the running water 

she twists the tap off with a creak before leaning down to look underneath the mirror for the paper tissue dispenser 

she stands back up before pointing towards the one under your mirror, “could you pass me some paper tissues?”

“uh, yeah, for sure-” you quickly reach under and yank a couple of paper tissues out of the dispenser before handing them over to her with a sheepish smile, “by the way, i was just- i was just practicing a monologue, so...” you clear your throat quietly and she gives you a stiff smile and a nod before turning to head towards the door 

you mouth a silent ‘oh my god’ and reach up to bite your fist as soon as she turns away, your entire face now red from getting caught basically confessing your feelings to yourself in a dimly-lit restroom like a total weirdo 

“hey-” the stranger turns to look at you from the door, “good luck with your- um, your monologue.” she smiles softly, a knowing glint in her eyes, “i hope it works out for you.”

“oh!” you return a smile while reaching up to scratch the back of your neck, “uh, thank you. so do i.” 

the door shuts with a slow creak and you exhale slowly before turning to face yourself in the mirror again before chuckling lightly, “god, so do i.” 

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before you freak out, it’s really not that big of a deal...

you adjust the strap of your backpack as you push the door open and step out of the bathroom, a blast of cool air from the library immediately making the hairs on your arms prickle to life 

we’re friends, and friends are honest with each other, so this is me being honest with you...

you reach down to press your palm flat over your tummy when you feel it rumble

i like you, as in, i have feelings for you...

you and jungkook are supposed to meet for lunch today and that’s when you decided you were going to tell him, but now you’re starting to wonder if maybe you can push it to tomorrow or something because you’re starting to get really, really nervous 

i’ve liked you for nearly a year now, which, i know is a pretty long time to have kept it a secret. i’ve tried multiple times to force myself to not like you but at this point it’s become clear that my feelings aren’t going anywhere anytime soon...

the smell of freshly-baked pizza suddenly tickles at your nose and you look up to see that muscle memory has already brought you to the building that you’re meeting jungkook at 

if you don’t feel the same way, that’s completely fine. i promise i won’t let it ruin our friendship because i really do cherish you as a friend and the last thing i want is to make things weird...

“okay, y/n. you’ve got this.” you mutter, looking at the doors of the building as you straighten your back, “everything is going to be-”

“hey, there you are!” 

you grunt in surprise when you’re suddenly being tackled from behind, strong arms wrapping themselves around you and lifting you up for a split second before you’re being set back down on the ground again 

“jesus, kook-” you immediately spin around and grab onto jungkook’s forearms to keep yourself steady as you wait for your eyeballs to stop rolling around in your skull, “someone’s certainly in a good mood today!” 

“i’ve been thinking about pizza ever since i woke up!” he chirps, turning you back around before pushing you towards the doors eagerly, “let’s go, let’s go, let’s go-”

“alright, alright-” you laugh lightly, smiling as jungkook brushes past you to hold the door open for you, “how did your midterm go?”

“actually, it went a lot better than i expected!” jungkook nods enthusiastically as the two of you join the queue of hungry students

he turns to glance at you for a second before raising his head slightly so he can take a look at the menu up front, “i think the mock quiz you made for me really helped.”

“hey, that’s good! that’s good.” you nod slowly, pausing for a second before clearing your throat, “hey, by the way- there was something that i wanted to talk to you about.” 

“ooh, i actually have something that i want to talk to you about, too.” jungkook grins before leaning over to nudge your side with his elbow, “i think you’re going to like what i have to say.” 

“i- i am?” you raise an eyebrow, “well, what do you want to talk ab-”

“yeah, four slices of pepperoni, please.” 

“to go or for here?”

you don’t get a chance to say anything else because the two of you are already up at the front and you shut up before hurrying to grab your wallet 

“for here, please. and... hold on, gimme a sec-” jungkook pulls his student card out of his wallet before handing it to the cashier, “and an order of cheesy garlic knots too. oh, and also, two little cup-thingys of garlic aioli. what do you want to drink?” he turns to look at you and you blink owlishly before realizing that he’s paying for all of the food

“oh, you don’t have to-” you raise your own student card, “i can pay for the knots-”

“relax, you can just get it next time.” jungkook snorts before nodding towards the drinks in the back, “what do you wanna drink?” 

“oh, okay, i-” you narrow your eyes to look at the drinks before nodding, “can i get a lemon iced tea, please?”

“i’ll just get a coke.” 

you stay quiet as jungkook pays for the meal, the cashier handing him the receipt a second later 

“do you wanna find a table for us before it gets too crowded?” jungkook turns back to look at you before taking his bag off his shoulder, “here- put my bag on the seat so no one will take it.”  

“’mkay, got it.” 

it seems that lady luck is on your side today when you end up spotting two empty stools facing the windows and you hurry your way over before anyone else grabs the seats 

you carefully weave your way around the tables, being careful not to knock into anyone’s chairs or the back of anyone’s head (it happened to you once and it was not a pleasant feeling.)

you grin in success as you set jungkook’s bag down on the first one before settling yourself down on the second one 

everything is working out wonderfully today! 

“oop-” you feel a little crunch in your back pocket when you sit down and you lift yourself up for a second to quickly reach behind and- “oh-” your eyes widen in panic when you realize that you just pulled out what’s basically your love letter to jungkook and you hurry to take your backpack off so you can quickly put it away

“y/n, the nice girl gave me a brownie on the house!” 

you feel your anxiety skyrocket through the roof when you hear jungkook’s voice coming up behind you and all the alarms begin to blare at the sight of the note that’s still in your hand

“we can share it!” jungkook chirps, now standing right behind you with a tray full of food, “can you lift my bag for a second?”

“uh, yes! yes, i-” you grab jungkook’s bag off the chair with a grunt and plop it down on your lap next to your own backpack before turning to look at kook with a smile, “free brownie again? that was nice of her.” you blindly feel for an opening on your bag before shoving the note into it right as jungkook gets settled next to you 

pheW 

crisis averted 

“i know, right? i think she might like me- or maybe she likes you, i don’t know-”

“i’m pretty sure you’re the one she’s batting her lashes at, kook,” you snort, turning to glance back towards the front counter to see one of the girls staring in your guys’ direction with a dreamy smile on her face, “i feel like she’d behead me if i touched your brownie.” 

“it’s okay, we can still share it- oh my god, everything smells so good.” jungkook slides the box of garlic knots with a little cup of aioli sitting on top of it over to you, “let me get a couple of bites in before i start talking- you want a bite of pizza?”

“mm-mm, i’m fine with my garlic knots.” you smile, popping the flimsy paper box open and immediately being hit in the face with the rich scent of butter and garlic, “wanna try?” you ask, tearing a chunk off one of them before dipping it into the sauce

 “mm, gimme.” jungkook leans over before opening his mouth eagerly and chomping at the air and you can’t help but giggle before feeding him the bite

a minute or so ticks by where the two of you sit in comfortable silence and you chew thoughtfully as you stare out the window  

you feel good!

you feel good about this 

you feel like all the lights are green and all you have to do is rev the engine and slam down on the gas 

you know what to say, you know exactly how to say it, and you’ve planned out all possible routes of how this conversation with jungkook might go 

a) the 'oh my god, this is really happening’ scenario: you tell him you like him, he tells you he likes you back = you’ll enjoy each other’s company for the rest of lunch and maybe he’ll hold your hand when he walks you to your next class afterwards

b) the 'you’re a really good friend, but no’ scenario: you tell him you like him, he tells you that he doesn’t feel the same way and that he just wants to be friends = you tell him that it’s completely fine and that you’ll get over it, you’ll enjoy each other’s company for the rest of lunch and afterwards he will definitely not hold your hand when he walks you to your next class which is fine because friends don’t hold hands with friends 

c) the ‘yikes, this is awkward’ scenario: you tell him you like him, he reacts with discomfort and mild disgust = you’re slightly offended but you still tell him that you understand anD that you’re willing to give him as much time and space as he needs, and you’ll walk to class alone 

...you really, really hope it’s not the last scenario that unfolds. 

“-said yes!” jungkook slaps a hand down on the sticky metal counter before letting out a laugh, “can you believe it?”

oh god

you’ve been so in your head this whole time that you completely missed the exciting news that jungkook was waiting all day to tell you about 

do you want to ask him to repeat himself or do you want to pretend like you were listening to him the whole time? 

“that’s... i’m so... happy for you...?” you trail off sheepishly, jungkook turning to look at you before snorting 

“you weren’t listening to me, were you?” 

“i was!” you argue before gesturing out the window, “i totally was, i was just- i was just a little distracted because of the pigeons outside-” 

“okay, well, let me just tell you again-” jungkook wipes his greasy fingers on a napkin before turning to face you slightly, his knees knocking against the side of your legs, “i finally did it. i finally grew a pair and i finally asked ji-eun out and she said YES!” 

“hey, look at you go! that’s so-” you immediately clam up when his words finally settle into the deepest depths of your brain and you feel your heart plummet to your stomach 

oh 

...

oh. 

well, it looks like you weren’t as prepared as you thought you were 

d) the ‘i just asked someone out so i clearly don’t have feelings for you’ scenario: you don’t get a chance to tell jungkook about your feelings for him, jungkook tells you that he likes someone else, and you... 

what do you do? 

“hey, what’s the matter?” jungkook frowns, tilting his head before reaching over to give your shoulder a shake, “you haven’t said anything in, like, a minute.”

you didn’t even know he was interested in someone else 

the name ji-eun sounds a little familiar to you — now that you think about it, you’re fairly sure jungkook’s brought her up before (something something i sit next to this girl something something she’s nice and she let me borrow a pen something something along those lines) 

she’s in his sociology class, you think?

“-great!” you blurt out, forcing a bright smile on your face as you look over at him, “sorry, i just- i was just processing your great news so i guess my brain just shut off for a second- that’s so... great, kook. super great.” 

“isn’t it?!” jungkook clasps his hands together before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, his eyes all wide and twinkly, “i mean, i was actually surprised she said yes, you know? i practiced what i was going to say to her all week- i stumbled over my words a couple of times but if anything i think she found it endearing...” 

jungkook’s voice starts to fade out in the background as you turn to look back out the window

the chunk of bread in your mouth feels like it’s getting bigger and bigger as you continue to chew 

suddenly you’ve lost your appetite 

okay

well 

this is... this is fine. 

this is fine, right? 

if anything, this is great news! 

at least now you know that jungkook definitely doesn’t feel the same way, which is... fine! 

it’s fine

and it’s a good thing that he started babbling first because you can’t even imagine what would’ve happened if you’d spewed your news out first

once again: crisis averted! 

you let out a little sigh as your shoulders droop slightly

you had prepared yourself for what to do if jungkook didn’t feel the same way about you... so why does it feel like you’re flailing around in the middle of the ocean trying desperately to keep your head above the water? 

“to be honest, i probably wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for what you said to me in the library last week,” jungkook hums, “you know, about how you should go for it otherwise you’ll be left wondering ‘what if’ for the rest of your li-”

“yeah, yeah, i remember.” you interrupt him a little more crassly than intended before reminding yourself to loosen up, “i- yeah. i remember. i’m glad i could help.” 

“oh, and you have to help me plan the date- everything has to be perfect.” jungkook reaches over to poke a finger into your arm, “you know i’m no good at all the mushy romance stuff, but you certainly are.” 

“well, i-” you let out a nervous chuckle before shrugging, “i mean, everyone’s different, you know? i, um... i don’t know if it’s a good idea that i help you plan out the date and stuff because- you know, i... i don’t know anything about ji-eun! you know more than i do, so i probably won’t be able to-”

“i feel like dinner and a movie would be super boring.” jungkook sighs as he folds his grease-stained paper plate in half before pushing it away, “i mean, i definitely still wanna take her out for food and stuff, but-”

“i would argue that a dinner and a movie is a good first date,” you shake your head, “you know, you get to talk and get to know each other during the dinner, and then during the movie, you don’t have to talk to each other for like, an hour and forty minutes so you get a bit of break.” 

“i mean, i guess, but... oh, shit, i’m sorry.” jungkook winces, suddenly perking up a little, “you said you wanted to talk to me about something, right? tell me about your thing first before we plan my date.”

“my thing?” your lashes flutter and you feel your ears starting to get hot at the reminder of what exactly your thing is, “oh, god, i- it’s nothing, now that i think about it. it was something... it was something silly, so- like, i don’t even remember what i wanted to- it’s stupid. it was stupid, it’s nothing.” you chuckle uncomfortably as you rub at the back of your neck, “let’s just keep- let’s just keep planning your date! i wanna keep planning your date.” 

“okay, well- if you change your mind at any point, i’m all ears.” 

“mhm.” you nod as you swirl the chunk of bread around in the aioli absentmindedly before letting go of it, “got it.”

“ooh, i’ve got it!” your eyes widen when jungkook suddenly reaches over and takes your hands in his, forcing your stool to swivel around so that you’re face-to-face with him, “imagine that i asked you out on a date.”

“u-us? on a date?” you swallow thickly, “that- that’s so dumb, kook-”

“no, listen, listen-” he chuckles, giving your hands a squeeze, “if i asked you out on a date, what would we do together?” 

“well, i...” you look down at your hands in his (and for a second you can’t help but feel as though your hands just fit together perfectly) as you think of what to say, “we... we like pizza, right? i think, like- we could order a pizza and a box of garlic knots and maybe have some kind of a picnic on the rooftop of your apartment building. i mean- you’d probably have to decorate the rooftop first with a bunch of little twinkly lights and you’d have to lay out a blanket and some pillows to make it comfortable, otherwise we’d just be sitting in the dark on the cold, hard ground, but- yeah. i... i think that would be really nice. because it’s an intimate setting and it gives us the chance to talk in private, and we could literally stay up there all night if we wanted to and... you know, watch the sun rise and stuff. so... if we went out on a date, that’s what we would do together.” 

the little voice in the back of your head suddenly reminds you (quite cruelly) that you, in fact, were not asked out by jungkook and you won’t be having a romantic rooftop picnic with him and you immediately pull your hands away from his before laughing nervously, “but you know, that’s just an idea, so you don’t have to take it.” 

your face feels hot as you turn away from jungkook and you look down at your cold garlic knots before reaching over to shut the lid and push it away 

“mm... no, i actually like that!” jungkook nods eagerly, “i like that a lot- i mean, a rooftop picnic is a little cheesy, but i think ji-eun will think it’s cute!” 

“great!” you clear your throat, “as long as ji-eun thinks it’s cute, i think it’s great-”

“will you help me set it up?” 

great. 

he’s really rubbing salt into your wound, isn’t he?

“i... of course! i would love to.” you smile stiffly before lifting the sleeve of your hoodie to check the time on your watch, “so, i'm gonna head out, i think- i need to get to my next class early if i wanna get a good spot-”

“mm, okay-” jungkook slurps up the rest of his coke before shaking the empty paper cup, “i can walk you there! i’m done for the day so i think i’m just going to go hang out in the library- ooh, i can plan out my date while i wait for you-” 

“oh, you don’t have to walk me to class, it’s fine.” you dismiss him with a flick of your wrist as you pull your backpack on, wanting desperately to just end the conversation so you can get the hell out of here, “i can just meet you in the library after i’m done.” 

“are you sure?” he frowns, reaching over to pick up your box, “hey, you didn’t finish your garlic knots-”

“i know, i just- i guess i wasn’t super hungry.” you shrug, “you can take them if you want! you paid for them, so...” 

“okay, in that case, i’m just gonna hang out here and finish up these knots and then i’ll go to the library.” jungkook plops back down on his seat before reaching over to punch your arm gently, “text me when you’re done, bud!” 

                                     »»————-　🖤　————-««

“-now, for this next portion, i just want you to take some notes down on your computers or your notebooks or whatever you have- think about any thematic concerns in the poem that stand out to you...” 

you draw circles on the blank page of your notebook in disinterest as the sound of your professor’s voice drones on and on in the background and your mind immediately takes you back to what just went down with jungkook

your hand freezes on the page and you let out a quiet little huff 

damnit!

you said that you weren’t going to be all mopey if things didn’t work out, but here you are, all sad and droopy and very much radiating woe-is-me energy 

all you know now is that you’re going to take your feelings out on a big ol’ pint of ice cream tonight 

by the way, you should probably throw out your little love letter because you certainly don’t need any embarrassing reminders of what you were going to say to jungkook 

you don’t even want to think about what could’ve happened if you told him you liked him before he told you that he’d just asked someone out 

you set your pen down before leaning down to unzip your backpack, reaching in and blindly rummaging around for a crumpled up piece of paper 

...

hm 

you frown, leaning down further to get your arm deeper into your bag

your fingers bump up against your planner, your wallet, your water bottle and your pencil case, but... 

that’s odd 

you roll your eyes in frustration as you pull your backpack up off the ground and plop it down on your lap with a fwump!, unzipping it all the way and opening it up so you can get a better look inside 

you pull everything out and set your belongings down on the small table one by one, being careful not to make too much noise as to distract the professor 

you’re more than confused as you stare into your empty bag after taking all the contents out of it 

what? 

where the hell is it? 

you reach into the side pockets and you’re disappointed when you end up pulling out old tissues and empty gum wrappers 

it’s not in the front pocket either — just your key, a pack of bubblegum, and a small bottle of hand sanitizer 

your brows knit together in deep thought as you settle back against your seat, your eyes flickering to the side as you- 

you immediately pale 

oh my god.

you’re positive that your heart stops beating for three whole seconds the moment you realize where exactly the note is — because no, you idiot, you didn’t shove it into your own bag earlier-

the note is in jungkook’s bag. 

🎙️help me help you make your wishes come true (send me a request!)

✨why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here? (full fics!)

💫or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles/mini series like this one!)

🌟or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!)

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 1: Inc*st🧡

Really starting off strong huh lol anyway, this is very background heavy (I don’t know what happened but now I’m obsessed) and I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: inc*st, nff, father/son (but they don’t know), Peter is 18 and an intern at SI, brief substance ab*se mention (and impaired s*x, not between starker)

***

Tony never wanted kids. The thought of someone depending on him in such a way made him feel sick. So he always did all that he could to ensure nothing would happen.

There was always room for accident, though.

***

Tony never wanted kids. The thought of someone depending on him in such a way made him feel sick. So he always did all that he could to ensure nothing would happen.

He never had sex without multiple levels of protection. And he was famous enough that people rarely tried to argue against it. Sleeping with him at all fulfilled what they wanted.

So things were perfectly fine. He never had an issue, he was always completely safe with his partners.

Except for this one night.

He was in a self-destructive episode, in the downward spiral before he hit rock bottom. Mixed every possible substance that shouldn’t have been mixed, impairing him until he wasn’t sure which way was up.

And he had a woman spiraling right along with him.

Her name was…Mary. Mary something. She was a scientist in some field, but he didn’t catch anything else. Or he just didn’t remember it. It didn’t matter anyways, they were both just wanting to ignore what was around them. What their lives had served them.

And maybe he forgot to ask if she was on birth control when he sloppily kissed over her neck.

Maybe he fumbled with the condom to the point where she whispered, “We’ll be fine,” and he believed her.

How it happened didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it did.

Tony didn’t even know.

He didn’t ask for her number the next morning, he just hid out in the bathroom, emptying his stomach of its entire contents while he waited for her to leave.

She was gone by the time he could see straight.

Thank god.

He never heard from her again.

Mary Parker and her husband died six years later and he never knew.

He didn’t know that they had a son. Or she did, at least. There was no way for him to know that the son had been passed along to his aunt and uncle when no other relative was found.

He never knew that Mary Parker had a son. And that her husband wasn’t the one who got her pregnant.

She never crossed his mind again after she left him.

***

Enter Peter.

Tony had new interns come in every year, typically college students that needed the credits, but sometimes someone special would come along.

Peter was a high school senior, but he was one of the smartest people that Tony had ever come across.

Tony had a job lined up for him as soon as he graduated if he wanted it. Not that he’d told him that yet.

He swore that he wasn’t a stalker. He had to prove to Pepper that he wasn’t giving too much attention to one intern over another, and for him that meant that he needed to stay away from Peter personally.

No matter how tempting it was. There had to be a family history of such genius, right? That kind of brains didn’t just occur at random.

But he didn’t look into him at all. He wouldn’t even let himself google search his name.

Oh, but he wanted to. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Peter Parker.

Although maybe he could just do it the old fashioned way. Minimal favoritism involved.

He spent months working with Peter. They became friends. Close friends.

It got to the point where Tony couldn’t help the smile he had when he looked into those warm brown eyes.

He felt it happen, it was official. Peter Parker had his heart.

It didn’t matter how wrong it was, he couldn’t help it. The young man had completely gotten hold of him.

And he hoped that it was mutual.

***

“Peter, can you stay back for a second?” Tony was still standing at the lab table, eyes scanning over the coding that they’d put in place during the session.

Like that was actually what was on his mind.

The young man looked up with wide eyes. Very deer-in-headlights. But it was so cute on him.

“Y-yeah! I actually needed to tell you something, so yes, I can definitely do that.”

Peter sounded a bit nervous which made Tony pause. Maybe his confession could wait a while. Maybe forever. Whatever was on Peter’s mind was infinitely more important to him.

“Okay, you first. I can follow up.” Tony tucked his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the table.

His cheeks burned. “No- no, you can go first. Don’t worry.”

The older man let out a breath. “Peter, you say what you need to. I can wait.”

Peter looked at him, face flushed. He hadn’t really meant to blurt out that he had something to say. He’d thought about it, sure. But he didn’t know-

His brain couldn’t keep up with his body and suddenly he was leaning up, pressing his lips to Tony’s.

The older man froze. It wasn’t what he’d expected at all. But then he relaxed into it, kissing back.

Who knew that they both had the same confession?

But it wasn’t supposed to be happening.

Tony pulled away once he finally got control of his senses again, raking a hand through his hair. “Pete, I’m supposed to be the adult here. I can’t be a good role model if I’m….”

When was he ever a good role model?

“Let me start again. I’m an adult. Kid, I’m old. Old enough to be your dad. And you’re…how old?”

“I turned eighteen in august,” he supplied helpfully.

At least it was legal.

“Eighteen. That’s a thirty year age difference.” Jesus, he was creepy. Falling for an eighteen year old. He couldn’t even buy alcohol for himself.

Peter blinked up at him. “So? I like you, Mr. Stark. I don’t care how old you are.”

Tony sighed softly. “You’re gonna be the death of me. And it’s Tony. If this is what’s happening, call me Tony.”

Even though it had been his plan to confess his feelings anyway, the guilt was still eating at him. He had fallen for a teenager who was just barely legal.

“What is happening, Mr.- Tony?”

Tony leaned in for another kiss, sighing softly. “What do you want to happen, kid?”

“Oh. Well, um, not to be blunt, but- I just- I mean- I really want you.”

He was cute. Innocent. But Tony could tell that what he meant was a bit less innocent.

“Are you sure? You realize this is a bad idea on...a lot of levels, right?”

Peter huffed softly, looking up at him with a stubborn expression. “I don’t care. We can be sneaky.”

Tony snorted. ‘Sneaky’ wasn’t really how he’d describe it, but he had to remind himself that his terms were a lot different than Peter’s. Different generations and all that.

He was horrible.

“Okay, kid. We can take this upstairs-” where there was no one to walk in on them. “-and talk about what exactly you’re thinking.”

“How about we don’t talk about it and we just...do?” Peter gave him a shy, devious smile.

“Uh huh. We’ll see.”

Tony grabbed his wrist gently, glancing in the hallway to make sure that no one was coming before he dragged him to the elevator.

Before he could get another word out, Peter’s lips were on his again. And this time there was more heat behind it.

He kissed back, eyes slipping shut just as the elevator doors did. Their lips pushed together insistently and he felt Peter’s tongue clumsily swiping over his lip.

He suppressed a laugh and parted his lips, allowing Peter to lead.

It was all so curious and clumsy that he wondered just how many times Peter had ever kissed anyone. If any. But that was a question for later.

The elevator dinged softly when they reached the penthouse and only then did they pull away from each other.

Tony led Peter out, instantly heading for his bedroom. Bad idea or no, he’d imagined such a scenario so many times. He didn’t want to waste any time.

“Tony?” Peter spoke up, eyes on the bed. “I know this is really straightforward, but I’m glad you, like, don’t hate me. I’ve thought about this...a lot.”

“You and me both,” the older man murmured. “Something I feel like we should cover before anything else...how far are you wanting to go?”

Peter chewed his lip. “Not to rush things, but I really really want to go all the way.”

“Well, not to rush things, but I want that too.” Tony gave him a small grin. “Do you have a preference?”

“Hmm?”

The confused look that he got made him feel guilty again. Just how much had Peter ever done with anyone else?

“Top or bottom, honey. Receiving or giving, pitching or catching, whatever you want to say. What do you want to do?”

Peter blushed, deciding to distract from the question at hand by pulling his shirt off.

It worked. Tony’s attention was instantly elsewhere, his eyes focused on his trim waist but hard muscle.

“Jesus, kid. That’s...wow.” If he wasn’t hard before, he was definitely getting there from seeing just what his innocent little intern was hiding under loose clothing.

“Like it?” The young man grinned to himself, one hand sensually sliding from the v of his hips up to his chest.

Perfect abs. Round, firm pecs. Jesus, Tony was entranced.

But he remembered what he’d asked. “Peter, top or bottom. What’s your preference?”

“I- I don’t...know.”

There it was.

Tony looked at him, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip quickly. “You’re a virgin.” It wasn’t a question. He knew it for sure. It wasn’t surprising.

Peter got defensive. “I’ve done some stuff.”

“Uh huh. What ‘stuff’?”

He refused to look at Tony, his eyes on his hands as he played with the button on his jeans. “I’ve given oral. Guys and girls. And I’ve gotten, like, a couple handjobs and blowjobs.”

Tony closed his eyes. “I shouldn’t be your first. This- Peter, this is such a bad idea. You should be with someone your own age.”

Peter made an indignant sound, popping the button on his jeans and unzipping them out of protest. “I don’t want someone my own age. I want you.”

He said it with such finality.

Tony stepped closer to the bed, his hands cupping Peter’s face gently. “You promise me you won’t regret this?”

“There’s nothing that could make me regret this.” Peter unbuckled Tony’s belt, slowly pulling it out of the loops before dropping it to the floor.

Tony nodded slowly, not fighting when Peter pushed his slacks down. It was really happening.

“Holy shit-” Peter’s eyes were wide. His eyes were fixed on the way that Tony’s dick was straining at the front of his tight boxers. There was a nervous look in his eyes.

“Good or bad?” Tony teased a little.

“Good. Good, oh man.” Peter reached down and squeezed himself hard. “So big….”

That was nice to hear. “You think so? Do you think you could take it, sweetheart?”

Peter’s fingers ghosted over the length slowly, making it twitch in its confines. “I...I want to try.”

Tony nodded. “We’ll make it fit. Let’s finish getting you undressed.” He pulled his own shirt off and tossed it to the floor before getting onto the bed next to Peter.

He finished pulling the young man’s zipper down and helped him shimmy out of his jeans. Peter’s thighs were gorgeous, Tony was nearly drooling over them. But he couldn’t get distracted.

“May I?” He met the young man’s eyes, his fingers slipping into the waistband of his boxers.

Peter nodded, breathing hard as he laid back more.

Tony slowly pulled the piece of clothing down, biting his lip when he watched Peter’s cock drop against his hip once it was no longer covered. “So hard for me, honey. Look at that.”

The younger man blushed darker. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Tony….”

“God, me too. Me too, kid.” He pushed his own boxers off, unable to keep himself from wrapping one hand around himself and stroking slowly.

Peter watched him with wide eyes. “Okay. I want you inside me. Now.” He kicked his boxers away, grinning a little.

Tony laughed softly at his eagerness. “We have to get you ready first. Hold on, let me show you….”

Turns out that Peter was incredibly responsive to everything and by the time he was open enough for further activities Tony had already worked him through an orgasm.

If Peter was that responsive to just his fingers, he couldn’t wait to get his cock in him. And the young man was still raring to go.

Tony grabbed a condom - habit, it wasn’t like they were preventing anything - but Peter stopped him.

“Why can't we just do it…without?” He asked shyly.

“I mean…we can. But you’ll have to clean up and that can be annoying.”

“I want…I want to feel you. Is that okay?” Peter hid his face in his hands, embarrassed by the admission.

Tony nodded, biting back a smile. “Yeah. That’s okay.” He set the foil square down on the nightstand before moving back to the young man.

He got between his legs, hands sliding over the strong thighs he was met with. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, kid. I hope you know that.”

Peter smiled up at him, spreading his legs further. “Thank you, Tony….” He leaned back more, laying his head down. “Now hurry up,” he joked.

Grabbing the lube and slicking himself up, the older man shook his head. “Impatient,” Tony chided, laughing softly. But he was already moving to position his cock at the man’s hole, the tip brushing over him.

They both moaned softly, laughing a little at how in sync they were.

“Fuck me, Tony…please?”

The older man nodded, slowly pushing past the tight muscle with a groan. Even though he’d prepped him, Peter was still tight. Just perfectly so.

Peter was tightly gripping the sheets, popping a couple threads even, with the first movements.

It seemed like his effort was in vain, but he really wanted to try to last.

Tony bottomed out, hips pressed flush against Peter’s ass.

The younger man was whining low in his throat at the feeling. His cock twitched between them. He knew that if he was touched at all before he could calm down a little, everything would be over way before he wanted it to be.

“Need me to stay still?” Tony asked. He could tell that Peter was struggling.

He nodded quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yes. Fuck.”

“Okay, honey. Don’t worry, we can take this at whatever pace you want.”

Peter nodded, trying to get a hold on how he was feeling.

It took him a couple minutes, but eventually he signaled Tony that he was okay. And he could start moving.

So he started slow, but Tony started thrusting when he was given the okay.

Peter moaned, mouth falling open around his noises.

He tightened around Tony’s cock, squeezing down with every movement. Then he cried out when a particularly deep thrust hit something that made him see stars.

“What was that?” Peter gasped, hips rocking up wildly.

Tony groaned, laughing a little through it. “I’m going to, fuck, I’m going to assume that was your prostate. Feels good, doesn’t it? I should have showed that to you when I was fingering you.”

“Do it again!”

The older man snorted, aiming for the same spot again as he picked up his pace. He held one of Peter’s legs, lifting it just enough so that he could get at a deeper angle. “I can try.”

From the increasingly louder noises he received, he assumed he succeeded.

He was so lost in the feeling of Peter that he missed how close to the edge his partner was getting. All that registered was how incredible (borderline painful) it felt when the younger man squeezed around him like that.

Then Peter was crying out louder and thrusting up as he spilled onto his stomach.

Tony swore under his breath. “God, Peter.” He watched him, subconsciously speeding up as he chased his own high.

“Tony!” Peter moaned, eyes squeezed shut as he rode out his high. It was the best orgasm he’d ever experienced, alone or otherwise.

But he slowly opened his eyes, wanting to watch Tony cum.

“I’m close too,” the older man moaned, speeding up again.

Peter moaned louder, feeling himself being pushed up the bed with the quicker pace. “Cum, Tony, please, want you to fill me up.”

He wasn’t so sure about dirty talk, but it could only be but so bad because Tony went still moments later. Peter felt the cock inside him pulse briefly before there was a smooth warmth spreading.

The thing itself felt odd, but thinking about what was happening almost made him cum again.

Actually-

His hand flew to his own dick and he quickly jerked himself off before he was cumming for a third time. It wasn’t nearly as good as the other two, but it was still incredible. Especially thinking about how good Tony still felt inside of him.

He opened his eyes when he heard Tony chuckling. “What?”

“You’re insatiable. And I’m amazed that you can just go again that fast.” The older man closed his eyes again, catching his breath.

He was almost in shock that it had actually happened. He had sex with Peter. After thinking about it for months, dreaming about it, it happened.

He slowly pulled out, laying next to the young man. He knew they were both messes, covered in sweat and cum and lube, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to hold Peter close before they had to go back to real life.

Tony gently wrapped his arms around him, just gathering him close while he pressed a kiss to the man’s temple.

He found out quickly that Peter’s dazed, relaxed post-sex state would only last for so long.

It was only minutes before the man was talking, whispering about anything and everything. And Tony happily listened.

He hummed softly, holding the younger man close to his chest. One hand gently carded through Peter’s soft curls as they talked quietly.

“My mom met you one time,” Peter murmured. “Before I was born. But she would never tell me about it. Just told me that it happened.”

Tony snorted softly. “Yeah, well, about when would that have been? I had a reputation for a reason.” But the confession started pulling at a memory. It couldn’t quite come to light, though.

“Ew.” The young man grinned at him. “But I guess you’re right. I don’t know, she was kinda weird about a lot of stuff. Not just that.”

“What do you mean?”

Peter sighed softly and Tony frowned. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. But Peter started answering anyway.

“I don’t know who my actual dad is. She never told me. I vaguely remember her telling me that Richard was the only dad I needed, but nothing else.”

“You would have been so young,” Tony whispered. “Maybe she just figured it could be a conversation for another time.”

“But she wouldn’t tell anyone else. My aunt and uncle knew that Richard wasn’t actually my dad, but they were never told who was. And I guess it just…died with her.”

The older man nodded. “You could always do a paternity test, right?” Why was guilt pooling in his stomach?

Peter shrugged. “That’s assuming that my dad has done one too that we could match. And sometimes….” He trailed off.

“Sometimes what?” Tony kissed him gently, trying to soothe him.

“Sometimes I’m not sure that I want to know,” he confessed.

It made sense. But something was still trying to pull at Tony’s memory. Forming an idea slowly.

Although he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know the answers.

But he couldn’t just leave a question unasked. No matter how dark the potential answer.

“Peter…when did you say that your mom met me?”

The young man snuggled into him more, shaking his head. “I didn’t. I think it was…the year before I was born or so. Why? Do you remember?”

Tony tried to mentally do the numbers. He’d spent most of that year in a fog, but that had been the theme of that era in his life. But maybe…

“Are you okay?”

The older man closed his eyes, frowning as he tried to remember.

Parker. Had he been with a Parker? He couldn’t remember the occasion at all.

Maybe that was for the best.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m okay, was just trying to see if I remembered her. I’m sorry.”

Peter leaned up to kiss him gently, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not a big deal, really. Sometimes I just wonder about that stuff.”

Tony tried to assure himself that it wasn’t a big deal.

Maybe it was best to not have all the answers.

He had what he wanted. That was all that mattered.

[whimsicallyreading]

You Don’t Even Go Here

Day Two for Rowaelin Month

A college AU

~

Aelin grins mischievously as she walks up the stairs of the men's dorm at Terresan University. The teal-blue waffle iron clutched under her arm.

Aedion didn't really need it. It had been on the fifty-percent-off rack at the supermarket, and he'd simply thrown it in the cart for good measure. Yet, when Aelin saw the box for it laying the hall, she'd seen opportunity.

It had hit her harder than she'd thought. Aedion leaving. They'd been raised like siblings but grew up something closer to best friends. It wasn't fair that he was nearly three years older and ready to leave when she wasn't prepared for him to go.

Aelin had cried the whole car ride home. Then when they finally got back to the house, she'd called him right away. He could hear how teary she was and happily obliged her call. Narrating his actions as he went about setting up his dorm room. He teased her about missing him, but she could tell that he missed her too.

So, armed with an excuse to visit him, Aelin made the hour-long drive to visit her cousin.

Aelin was halfway up the stairs but not paying too much attention to her surroundings. She was too busy repeating Aedion's room number over in her head because no matter how many times she checked her phone, it just wouldn't stick in her head. Maybe if she'd focused a little more on the things happening around her, she wouldn't have crashed into a half-naked man.

A solid and calloused hand darts out and grips her shoulder before she can go tumbling down the stairs. Its twin desperately clutching the towel wrapped around his waist.

Aelin looks up apologetically, and her jaw nearly falls to the floor. His white hair was still damp from the shower and swooped over the top of his head, and his biceps were too large for Aelin to wrap both hands around. An intricate tattoo coils elegantly from a cheekbone and down the length of his body.

He was a man indeed. Nothing like Chaol or Dorian or any of her junior friends. This was a new breed of man. The apex kind. Aelin is pretty sure she looks like a deer in the headlights, and she's too busy ogling him to understand the words he'd been repeating to her.

"Are you okay?" His eyebrows are furrowed as if he's afraid he'd literally struck her stupid. Aelin felt that wasn't far from the truth.

"Yes, sorry," she apologizes as she steps back, suddenly very aware of how in his personal space she was. "I wasn't paying attention. You just caught me by surprise."

Aelin was definitely panicking. Where was her swagger when she needed it most? Why would it choose now to abandon her?

By some miracle, he doesn't seem off-put by her awkwardness. In fact, a smile curls the edges of his lips, revealing a set of dimples that made her heart stumble.

Gods he had dimples.

"No, I ran into you. It's my fault. My name is Rowan.”

He holds out a hand, and Aelin shakes it clumsily. "I'm Aelin."

"Aelin." She loves the way her name rolls off his tongue. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you a freshman?"

Oh no. Aelin's eyes widen, but she recovers swiftly and smooths her features out. Rowan thinks she's a student. Not some crazy high schooler too emotionally dependent on her cousin.

"I'm actually a junior," Aelin laughs at his perplexed expression. "I don't go here, though. I'm just stopping by to drop off some things my cousin forgot."

White lies. What was a white lie worth? Aelin likely wouldn't ever see him again, and is it so wrong for a girl to enjoy some harmless attention? If Aelin spent more time thinking about it, she probably wouldn't like the answers she'd come up with, but that was neither here nor there.

"Is that a waffle maker?" Rowan's green eyes glint with amusement.

"My cousin loves to eat. What year are you?" Aelin crosses her fingers that he's the same age as Aedion and not a senior or something. Her cousin would murder her if he found out she flirted with a man five years older.

"Don't we all? I'm a sophomore, a bit younger than you, I suppose." Rowan drags a hand through his hair. "Listen, I know you came to see your cousin, but maybe I could get your number, and we could get a cup of coffee before you head out?"

Was this really happening? Aelin inwardly squealed with excitement. Lysandra would die when she recounted this story later. "Sure."

Just as she pulled her phone from her pocket, an all too familiar voice materialized behind her. "Aelin?"

Aedion smiles as he lays eyes on his beloved cousin. He takes a couple steps down the stairs, and that grin quickly fades as he sees the naked man.

Oops, she'd forgotten that detail.

"Rowan?" Aedion's eyes harden as they lock on Rowan. "Why the hell are you ogling my cousin with no clothes on?"

"You know him?" Aelin swears under her breath. She cannot believe her luck.

Aedion laughs coldly as he sizes up Rowan, "He's my roommate, but he's about to be a corpse. Why are you perving on my seventeen-year-old cousin?"

Rowan's looks between the bewildered. "You said you were a junior?"

Aedion laughs harshly as Aelin blushes. "I am...just in highschool. Not college. I told you I didn't go here."

"I didn't realize I was rooming with a pedophile," Aedion grabs Aelin and pulls her to his chest. "Was he bothering you?"

"Pedophile?" Rowan's dimples have disappeared, and he looks at Aedion disturbed. "I'm only nineteen!"

Aelin shoves away from Aedion's boorish grip. "The only one bothering me is you."

Rowan's cheeks are flushed red as the full impact of the situation they were found in dawns on him. Damn it if Aelin didn't find his blush endearing. He is a solid chunk of muscle. How is everything he does so cute?

"Look, I just got out of the shower, and I bumped into Aelin. It was an accident. She was just on her way to give you your waffle maker-"

"You brought my waffle maker?" Aedion cuts Rowan off, eyeing the box under her arm.

That's when Aelin sees it. The twinkle of mischief in his eye and the forced concern. Aedion was playing her. He obviously knew Rowan wasn't a creep and saw the perfect opportunity to cause chaos. Aelin scowls at him, and that spark grows brighter. It's moments like this she wonders why she ever missed her cousin in the first place.

Aedion tugs the box out of her grasp and smiles. "Wow. This is perfect timing. Vaughn and Fen were just talking about making breakfast for dinner." He looks at Aelin and forces a frown. "If I'd known you were coming, I would have invited you, but it would kind of be rude to bring a guest now."

"What?" Aelin sputters. She drove all this way, and he was really going to ditch her? It was embarrassing, but tears prickled at the edges of her eyes. He was an ass, but she obviously came because she missed him, and he didn't even care? She really thought they were closer than that.

"Yeah. Sorry, Lin." Aedion points at Rowan, who was just standing to the side, thoroughly uncomfortable. Yet, despite the awkwardness, he hadn't left. "Hey, you owe me one for creeping on my little cousin. Earn my trust back and see that she has something for dinner and gets to her car safely? She has my phone number, one bad text, and your ass is grass."

Aedion tosses her a wink, and it's all Aelin can do to keep from outright gaping. Rowan looks stunned, his eyes darting between the two Ashryvver's. They settle on Aelin for a moment too long. Some of the tension eases from his shoulders, and he smiles. "I think I can manage that."

"Good." Aedion turns back up the stairs pats the box. "Thanks for bringing it to me, Lin. I'll call you tomorrow, don't send me to voicemail."

Just like that, her cousin, a walking, talking agent-of-chaos, disappears back to wherever he came from.

"So," Rowan starts, "If you want, I know a perfect Italian place we could swing by, my treat seeing as I plowed into you."

Aelin frowns and fiddles with the end of her necklace. "You aren't upset that I lied?"

"You didn't lie." Rowan chuckles, a deep sound that sends a shiver of delight down Aelin's spine. "You don't go here."

Aelin tilts her head as if she's deeply considering the offer. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. What's good there?"

"They have an awesome kabob." Rowan tugs his towel tighter. "It's my favorite."

It's Aelin's turn to laugh. "Isn't that just meat on a stick?"

"Let's go, and I can show you how profoundly wrong you are," he moves to take a step down, but Aelin stops him with a hand to the shoulder. "What is it?"

Aelin points to his towel, "I don't think they will serve guests without pants."

The flush that Aelin loves his back full force as he scrambles the other direction up the stairs. "Shit. Give me five minutes. I'll be right back. Aedion better have not locked out or I swear-"

Rowan's embarrassed tirade quiets as he charges up to his dorm to change. Aelin smiling as he goes. She can't believe she's going out to dinner with a guy like that.

Opening her phone, she sends a quick heart emoji to her cousin. He instantly replies back with one of his own. Aedion may have moved to college, but he still had her back at the end of the day. Even if it wasn't in the most ideal way.

Rowan comes back down the stairs moments later, and she's not disappointed by what she sees. He took the time to put on a flannel shirt and comb some gel through his hair. While the view without clothes had been pleasant, Aelin could definitely appreciate this look too.

"I'm ready if you are," Rowan extends an arm to help her down the stairs.

It's such a fussy, old-man move, and she loves it.

"Let's go."