#e being all expressive with their feelings but not expecting anyone else to be 🥺

[beyondthegame]

“You′re the sweetest I've ever tasted” or “I will love you without any strings attached” for e please? thank you <33

E’s day has been going terribly.

They forgot to go shopping and ran out of eggs this morning. Spilled tea over their notebook which caused a string of curse words to fall from their lips. Had a mini argument with their mum over the phone. Read a damaging story about them in the press, which has all been accompanied by writer’s block.

Alongside the fact that you haven’t replied to their last text, which wouldn’t be an issue if everything else hadn’t been going wrong.

E lets out a heavy sigh before running a hand across their face. They could do with a break, it would probably reset them for the better.

“Oh, fuck it.”

Mind made up, E reaches over the coffee table, picks up their phone, checks the screen and slips it into their pocket.

Their shoes are on next, and as they walk past the full length mirror in their wide hallway, E’s immediate thought is ‘I look like shit’ but they’re not going to see anyone (fingers crossed!) so it’s fine.

E loops their keys around their fingers and pulls open the door. The sight outside their door would usually bring a smile to their face, a witty, flirtatious comment after that, but they’re honestly surprised to see you.

“Hi,” they blurt out, lacking their regular self-confidence.

“Hello,” you murmur, a slight smile on your own lips as your eyes scan E quickly—and whilst they’re hating how unkempt they’re looking at the moment, you’re actually a fan of them looking comfortable in sweats and sliders. “Going somewhere?”

E points down the hallway. “Um, the bookstore, yeah.”

“Hm, want some company?”

E doesn’t hesitate. They give a causal nod and for once today, they can smile. “I’d like that.”

—

“You were coming to see me, then?” E eventually asks when you’re side by side and halfway down the street. “That’s why you were outside my door?”

You smirk. “No, it’s just normal for me to find out where celebrities live and just stand there,” you utter sarcastically.

“Ah, of course, you’re in your stalker era,” E murmurs, continuing the joke as you both turn a corner.

“I would’ve replied to your text if I was stalker,” you shoot back, only to receive a side eye from the musician.

“That’s a fucking low blow.”

You chuckle at the pout on their lips, silently claiming victory. “My phone died, and then I had training,” you admit, realising that you’re outside the entrance to the little bookstore. “Thankfully it did or I wouldn’t be here with you.”

E pulls open the door and takes a step back, allowing you to go in first as the bell above the door chimes. “Little victories for us,” they murmur as they go in after you.

It’s only a few minutes of walking around until E’s settled. They look less stressed, the tension has fallen from their shoulders, and they’re happily picking up books and reading the blurbs with a creased brow—debating whether to buy the literature or not.

“Do you come in here for anything particular?” you question, your eyes scanning over rows and rows of shelves, seeing as other customers get lost in between them.

E shakes their head. “No, not really. I mean, obviously it’s nice leaving with books, but just being here is…comforting. It gets me out my mind a bit.”

They’ve overshared. They can tell, E’s internally squirming at the anxious thought whilst you’re standing here happy to listen to their detailed answer.

They wet their lips. “I don’t…this doesn’t really happen with me and other people,” E rambles.

“What?”

“Being here, sharing personal stuff,” E answers.

You blink. “What’s it usually like with people you end up fancying?”

E thinks for a moment, plucks a book off the shelf and flicks through its pages. “It’s usually, ‘I’m famous, we find each other attractive, we fuck, and I may hear from them again, most likely not’ and that’s it.”

You nod a little. “Okay. What about you and me then?”

E returns the book to the shelf before turning towards you. “Uh, well, you and I haven’t had sex.”

“No, I know,” you say, “but you said that’s how it usually happens. What makes me different?” you question. “I mean, you do fancy me.”

E snorts. “Do you reckon?”

You smirk. “Well, you have mentioned it once…and from what I recall you hadn’t had a sip of alcohol, so I’m guessing it wasn’t a drunken mistake.”

The two of you are walking to another bookshelf, in sync almost. “Maybe a sober one?” they joke.

Your gaze snaps towards them, only to find a broad grin over their lips and their dark green/hazel eyes shimmering.

“No, it wasn’t a mistake,” E utters. “I don’t know, I suppose I just didn’t think anything romantic would between us. Or we’d only be friends and nothing more. Or, you wouldn’t like me back,” they trail off. “The list is endless. I have always found you attractive, if that helps.”

You laugh. “That does help.” You pause. “I do.”

“Hm?”

“I do like you back,” you say, your voice a little stronger as E absorbs the words and smiles at them.

“I did gather,” they utter. “But it’s nice to hear those words on a bad day.”

You think for a moment. This should be the hard part out the way, admitting feelings to each other, yet it still feels like there’s another hurdle to get over.

“So where does that leave us?” you ask.

“Hm,” E hums. “When I said you’re different, I meant it. We know how the other feels now so maybe we’re attached and tangled up in strings now, or maybe its knots.”

The books are a little forgotten because you’re in front of E now, and whilst they’ve said all this in a somewhat confident persona they’re nervous as hell.

They’ve thought what it’d be like to kiss you, date you, be in an actual relationship with you that doesn’t have them questioning whether they’re enough.

Definitely knots.

“I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic so it means I should ask you out on a date and admit that I’ve thought about kissing you at least once,” E says.

The corners of your lips twitch upwards. “Only once?”

“Don’t let it stroke your ego.”

“Oh, it already has,” you laugh. “Are you going to?”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

E blinks. “You want me to?”

“I really want you to.”

Funnily enough, it’s common thought that E’s been with and fallen in love with many people. Additionally, it’s extremely far from the truth, so they find all of this nerve wracking: the stepping forward, the hand on your cheek, their thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“You still want me to kiss you?” E asks, their lips close to brushing yours, yet needing extra confirmation.

“Of course I do,” you whisper. “We’re in knots, aren’t we?”

And they do. E’s flutter closed, their lips fall against yours and it’s gentle and sweet. Everything they had imagined and more.

#drabble #e acevedo #e being all expressive with their feelings but not expecting anyone else to be 🥺 #I basically did both prompts #long drabbles are my weakness #this is actually so long wtf #nikka 🫶🏼