#i won't lie tho-- i'm still not really looking forward to this--

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

i've got a few things added to the queue to post while i'm out, but-- currently heading off to finally deal with the phone swap bs

[fatuismooches]

Smooches~ this rare anon is coming back for the second time! After 3 months- ahem. I will once again share the delulus that goes on in my head [also about Capitano again]

Imagine being this ordinary civilian that lives in Snezhnaya. You're out and about, just strolling through the streets. And then this big scary Harbinger is just trailing behind you like a lost puppy.

Well, he's a puppy to you, his darling lover. But in the eyes of strangers he's of course, scary. Scary dog privileges? Yes. Everywhere you go no one dares to mess with you and it gives you a power trip.

Someone's bothering you? Well, he's... Gone? Some drunk guy hits on you? He ends up in the news... very much not okay. Even when he's not with you he always knows what happened to you. And it never ends well with that person. [I want this to be dark for some reason but I'm trying to keep this light HELP ME]

Safe to say you do take advantage of that from time to time. Don't you just love your dear lover driving away anyone you don't like? The man would do anything for you. And that's putting it lightly~ Because although Capitano loves you like

Anyway~ that's all I have for now. Take care of yourself you lovely angel~ I'll be back soon [this is a somewhat a lie, I will most likely disappear] with more.

♡, 🌼

🌼 ANON??? OMGGG ITS BEEN SO LONG I STILL REMEMBER YOUR FIRST CAPITANO BRAINROT 😭💖💖 THAT WAS A JOY TO READ AND NOW YOU BLESS ME WITH THIS!!

SCARY DOG PRIVILEGES!!! Ugh I love this <33 Reminds me of going shopping with Capitano and while you're just comparing products he's just standing and hovering over you while everyone is watching. And the store employees are in fear when you ask for help and he's just watching them 😭 It gets to the point where you just ask him to stay home, but he is really overprotective and always worried for your safety. He says he won't bother you but even when he's far behind you he still draws hella attention 😭

I highly doubt anyone would be laying a hand on you, much less even looking at you. Capitano is just that intimidating haha (we love to see it) Him with an ordinary person is my fav thing to imagine tho :( Here we have one of the strongest people in Teyvat and then his little darling lover who can't even lift a sword but has him wrapped around their finger <3 Teaching him "ordinary" things and what other people do. (And that does not include scaring people with your mere presence but oh well-)

Take care of yourself too 🌼 anon 💖 Whenever you come back I'll look forward to it!!

[serialeclipse]

happiest opening, i'm so excited to meet everyone! i'm pom ( 21+, s/h ) & this is jeong domi, the girl who wouldn't have made it if not for terra, but now she's really flying high as the two time iron fist champion... though it's come with some strange side effects! jumped in with no pages prepared yet but info / plots are under the cut, pls like to plot or ask for my d/scord & i’ll be there! 💗

info

domi’s born with a ticking clock from the moment she arrives—the doctors tell her parents to brace themselves for the worst, because while her baby avatar can't feel pain, or illness, they warn that there's something wrong with her physical body

but the worst won't come, if they pay for extra care on outer world. and so they do, because what other choice could they have?

she’s on the cusp of it, but terra always comes through for her. at least, that's what they say. everything's worth it to her dad, who pays up willingly, but love isn’t enough in the face of all of this, and her mum leaves & never looks back, tired from the constant reminders of her daughter's imminent almost-death. domi has pictures, but doesn’t rlly remember her face

domi gets used to the thought of dying, but maybe it's less scary bc she can't feel any pain or any real concept of death? is she still here? what if she's just an npc and her physical body's gone kaput ages ago? all questions with no answers, so she whittles her time away with as much as she can

it's kinda relieving when she realises she can feel pain in iron fist. there's something there about grappling w mortality in a game where you can die, & maybe it's the wrong sense of mortality, except she keeps playing, & then she keeps winning, & suddenly she's signed onto orbit with her own fighter & her ranking's climbing up & she's actually winning one tournament, then two, and now it's been 8 years since?

not to mention that she didn't actually think of the consequences of being signed so domi never hid her face or did anything to protect her privacy lmao. she has a side gig as a broadcast staffer for a late night podcast even tho she has big gamer money just to fill up her time

but as of late, she's been noticing that something's up with her. specifically, she keeps phasing through things like she's actually shadow, when she's... pretty sure she's not. unless she is? it's more a minor inconvenience bc it doesn't happen often, but when it does, she can't touch anything around her & gravity starts acting up, so she goes floaty!

her chart: gemini sun ( go fast ) aries moon ( & go big ) virgo rising ( & you’ll get to the terra moon! ) she’s been living like she never knows when she might kick it so she sits and smells the roses, but doesn’t know where else to go. domi says she’s content but it’s a lie she tells herself. in her existential crisis era rn bc she keeps being told she'll die & then she doesn't & maybe she has died but is a cookie? and the glitches don't help either... the conspiracy theory board is real! big What Do I Do Now energy all the time bc she’s never had to think about the future & still doesn't, not really. doesn’t think ahead & will pay for it in the future ( that she still has, can you believe it! )

i think i have everything important here but this might get updated later!!

plots

iron fist / shadow fans who've followed her career! or are just bandwagoning for one of the most successful players currently?

people she works with due to her gaming career! fellow gamers, orbit developers, maybe even offshoots of marketing campaigns or stuff that comes with her famous person ranking

she also works for a late night podcaster, mostly due to wack sleeping schedules and being used to staying up in fear of her own mortality. your muse runs the late night radio sessions, & she works for them!

she doesn’t have a lot of forward thinking experience, she’s easily tricked—so your muse figures this out and makes good use of it

new residents at one of the gated districts who came here for the privacy and quiet… so why is your next door neighbour trying so hard to befriend you??

someone she found via gaming & treasures very much ( potentially one-sided )

a friend who's in a similar situation ( bad physical body, keeps getting fleeced by terra ), who understands her situation really well

someone who doesn’t get her situation, but she appreciates them all the more for it. they don’t treat her like she's fleeting, like everyone else does

someone who’s tired of mourning her before she goes. something complicated and ancient and maybe codependent, relationship fraying at the seams

someone who’s her guide to living! bring her out let her experience life. touch grass ( not literally )

she falls in love easily, but doesn’t bother taking it seriously bc the long-term was never viable for her... she owes u an apology

ofc the usual suspects: besties, childhood friends, enemies, fwbs, exes! i also love a brainstorm too we should do that 💗

[tinnchan]

@nonkul hello beloveds~ guess who's watched eps 5 and 6 of khun chai 🍄✨ the plan is to finish it before laws of attraction starts airing because this time i'm watching weekly with everyone!!

first of all chan slayed that funeral look 😍 but those cgi rats 😭😭 it was even worse than the snake lmaoo also like. do rats eat meat???? i know it's a lie but everyone was like yeah makes sense??

the shadow theatre scene!!!!!! tender gay romance at its finest. and i like that they both know what it is between them. when jiu draws a parallel between the lady white snake and tian and tian says that maybe she got to live on earth with the man she loved after all meaning that if he's the white snake jiu is her lover?? that was flirting. i'm so proud of my boy 🥹

and i liked that when he saw jiu talk with ma he didn't draw his conclusions and run away but confronted jiu about it in his gentle way and jiu didn't deny it and admitted to doing dirty jobs for ma bc he depends on him and tian didn't judge him for that. and then the ending of ep 6!!!! i was expecting something like that from the moment i realised jiu still doesn't know who tian is. aaaaaaa i can't wait to see how it all plays out i'm so excited omg

i like yang and bua investigation duo and i like tian pin and yang on their how to ruin a wedding in 1.5 months mission akshsjks and ofc tian and yang's love for each other 🥺🥺 and i like my feral loser girl chan even though she wants tian dead but i mean. that moves the gay romance forward so

i don't like madam li 🙄 and i don't like mushrooms 😭😭 tho tbh i didn't find it as disturbing as i thought i would. i didn't skip this time bc then i'd have to skip every five minutes lmao i really didn't expect the plot to revolve around them 😭 but that dinner scene would be so funny out of context everyone enjoying the mushrooms and madam li sitting there absolutely terrified aksgsjsksk btw can someone explain to me why jia always uses this mushroom glitter? does she not know any regular paralysing poisons? the flesh-eating mushroom part seems to bring nothing but inconveniences

also!! if tian's father still feels guilty for zhang's death can i maybe hope that he won't judge tian for being gay 🤔 or maybe he's a hypocrite 🙄

this is all over the place but i really enjoyed the eps!!!! will watch ep 7 tomorrow if not tonight 👀 love youu <3333

- @ahxu-laowen

SOF BELOVED HI SEEING THIS IN MY INBOX WAS SUCH A JOY! But you have 15 days now to watch 11 episodes djdkd will you manage

I will never get over the khunchai cgi fauna and flora. So so extra.

Ahhh i am so obsessed with the shadow puppet scene :( the way it packs so much of the their characters and the theme of their romance its so so so beautiful. Tian wanting to retell the lady whitesnake story 🥺🥺

HAHAHAHA i was always hateful towards mushrooms now imagine my aversion!

Yang and pin 🥺🥺🥺 they are my fav side couple of all time... Mayhaps... Mayhaps hets have rights

Tians parents fir now can choke jdkdkd

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me it brings me so much joy 🥺❤️

[surrealsunday]

yesss it really is eliott, the way once he realizes and accepts his feeling truly he's 100% in it. exactly lucas deserved his intimate moment to be this vulnerable, all the hugs in the world too 🥺 yeah that make up moment was truly so well-written, not too rushed but not too slow either. you can really feel they're taking their time even tho it won't be 🌸 easy and paradise 🌸 right away. IKR this is so eliott to have a contact name like that for lucas pls, just so soft 💗 the paintball scene is probably one of my favorite tbh! so i'm glad you took your time and wrote it when you where in the mood bc it was totally worth it! :))

and well said! so those last moments with them will be worth it (as always), they deserve to have that perfect closure (us as well btw). i don't wanna say goodbye to my babies either tho, but it'll be a great way to finish my vacations since i'm going back to uni next week (yay 😐) shshfhizk

looking forward for this last chapter, i feel like it's gonna be EPIC! ❤‍🔥

wishing you a great weekend as well <33 :)

hey! also i just saw the asks abt max and axel bday pics and it was everything, made my week and all 🥺 their friendship is just so awesome 💗

but i 100% agree on their…hair/facial choices? 😭 like i love them with all my heart but this…guys…please…the moustache is kinda questionable to me so i don’t really mind it that much ? i guess ? but the bleach…oh god it’s a big nope sorry (not sorry) bleach maxence enjoyers but…like u said with the grown roots it kinda is better, i won’t lie, but still 😭(i also agree abt a bleach eliott in a band fic, would really fit 😌)

Lucas vulnerable moments are definitely precious in this story and I was pretty careful with them (destroying him the once was enough). It's been really nice to get to the soft and happy part of the story. It all feels very delicate when I edit it and I hope it'll read that way. You'll have the chapter I just posted and an epilogue to get you through the return to uni. I wish you all the good vibes! Going back to work after holiday was... not it 😂. I'm still really struggling to get back into work mode.

And yesssss how cute are Maxence and Axel? I love that they really did have a soul connection and they have stayed friends. It makes my heart happy.

I am laughing over your comments on the hair/ facial choices. They are both just such... boys in their 20s aldkfjalksdfj. Good for them truly. I will just complain lmao. And I am SO SURE that Axel thinks his 70s pornstar mustache is hilarious. Like, I have no doubt he will revel in people being horrified by it. He and Lucas definitely share that little shit quality 😌.

Hope you have a lovely weekend too! 💖💖💖

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Sunday, April 14th, 2024! Pt 2 (one day NC 🥳)

10:03am: I went back and reread some posts from earlier in the week and remembered that I was doing really good! I think last night was a one off and a little step backwards, but nothing that can't be overcome again. Things happen. People disappoint us and let us down, doesn't mean we have to become hard and cold to the world.

I'm gonna stay positive and know that

1) fake positivity does turn into real positivity after a while 2) positivity attracts people, friends and that's what I would like.

Stay positive! Definitely still process your trauma, but there's so much good in life! Like that awesome feeling when you have a good day with someone new ❤️ I guess I understand wanting to start fresh with someone because it's exciting! Plus be confident knowing that you were never the problem and omg there's so many guys out there that want a chance with you, honestly things will probably get better with age.

Don't be like the boss, a whole ass pharmacist going back n forth with someone beneath him, petty drama, stress and emotional turmoil. I don't want that life, it's bad for your physical body. When I think about the positive feelings I've been having for about the past two weeks, the tension lifts from my body. I have so much to look forward to. And I can't control anyone else's actions, I can only control my actions and my emotions and how I react to things.

This door closing is just opening up a bunch new ones :) and what one man won't do, another man will ❤️ let's work on me so I can find my forever guy ❤️

I love you

6:53pm: Got home from work and I'm bleeding like crazy. Longest month of my life. New homie sounded like he was gonna come over but I think he chickened out? Lmao that's crazy 😂 Had a nice day at work, ranted to the boss and it helped me a lot. He told me to make a pros and cons list and I said that con side would look crazy 🤣 he said he does the same thing and it helps him, also he said the no contact thing is helping him a lot PLUS this man is wildin OUT like every night is a bachelor party or something and I want to be like him haha. So crazy tho he's just like yeah and then I might get back with his gf after a few months like ???? Guys are insane lmao.

Weirdest thing I have thought about today is how prude he* is. 🤔 I really don't have to explain myself but like, he has the two biggest ho friends I've ever seen and acts like I'm just supposed to be some untouchable angel is WACK. Tbh I wouldn't get back together with him for that alone, it's a major rift in our morals. He thinks he/ his friends can just do whatever but then judges girls for doing the same? Icky, double standard ass mf 🤢 this man belongs in the looney bin after last night. Weird ass said he hopes the guy I end up with has wack dick and he hopes nobody is better than him 🤣 who tf says that

I literally had to lie to this man on facetime so he wouldn't have a meltdown if I told him what I really did, getting piped in our bed by a great guy 😂 crazyyyyy flex bro, but yeah keep doing it in y'all's parents house 🥴 literally just gave me icky goosebumps thinking about that.

Who cares lol I'm glad that part of my life is over. I'm tired of looking stupid tbh. Hesitant to do a # days no contact tracker on here because ik it can be counterintuitive to think about him technically, but shit I already think about him anyway, so I think it'll be a good idea to *try* and if it sucks I'll stop.

1:10am: Going to sleep now, didn't do anything after work today but that's ok :) had yogurt and cereal for dinner and both cats are on my bed ❤️ Spent too much time on my phone but it's ok, too. I think I'm gonna do a beginning of the day and end of the day, then I can kinda track triggers that make me want to reach out to him. Ik it's stress but also ik this will help. Distractions are great, but I want better distractions than just being on my phone lol.

Goals for tomorrow: Last OSCE! Study for exam! Study MOA! I know you hate it but that doesn't matter right now, you gotta grind before you party 🎉 Study for Jesse McCartney ❤️ He doesn't want you to fail your exam 😂

Goodnight, I love you so much I hope you had a good Sunday. I'm listening to crime podcasts while I fall asleep, something I couldn't do with you here lol. Perks of being a bachelorette 🤪 Hella peaceful and everything is easy going.

Day 1 NC complete! ❤️🥳

[quinnyundertow]

HI HI HI!!! RAHHHHH SORRY FOR NOT SENDING ASKS LIKE I SAID I WILL. Embarrassingly enough I have been trying to these 2 last weeks but I couldn't think of a thing to say (Still struggling rn, but hoping the ask won't end up being awkward or weird)🥹

Anyways, how are you? (Also just a quick reminder to Drink water if you didn't and/or eat) I've been literally thinking none stop about your work like, THAT'S HOW GOOD IT IS!!! I daydream a lot, thinking about random scenarios because it's fun (thats slightly embarassing to mention but whatever) even tho I always struggle to because I lack the imagination to think of good ones. But smh ever since I came by your work I started to find ease in doing AND I suddenly got motivation to actually draw again (I kinda tried drawing the scene where Yuta and the reader met up at the cafe in the beginning but I kind of gave up on finishing it (that's kind of a lie, I'm just procrastinating), I'll still try to work on it and hope to finish it quickly to share it with you 😓😓)

Ah, it's pretty impressive how your work kind of helped me get back to drawing tho 🥹 and I wanted to share that with you so you'll know how your, dare I call masterpiece managed to have a toll on my life smh /p

I definitely wrote a lot so I'll leave it at that, again remember to drink water/eat well and to take care of yourself 😋😋💗

Hello dear! Thank you so much, you are too kind I’m so happy you enjoy my work. Just finished editing Chapter 30 so hopefully I can post in the next hour.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I’m so excited and flattered that you decided to draw a scene from my fic 😭😭😭😭 it makes me really happy you started drawing again. It’s always hard at first when you start up a hobby after a break.

I appreciate your message and I look forward to seeing anything you create drawing wise even if it’s not for my fic! Thank you so much for the kind words and encouragement!

[savingthrcw]

-I'm just going to say that I'm at the very beginning and I completely understand Eloise, because honestly, imagine feeling like your only and best friend since childhood has been keeping SO MUCH from you, not just Lady W. but her own feelings for your brother? Which is why she looked so heartbroken instead of straight up mad now (and in my threads before this ep she was straight up mad-hurt because she already expressed the pain before). I relate because my bond with my friends are as strong as a bond can be and it destroys me to lose one, whenever it happens in life

And I'm glad that Pen agreed Colin should know the truth (but to me it's not about the fact that she can't be loved by him if he doesn't know her, it's about him being allowed to consent properly since he has no idea of who she truly is)

-Anthony is just. gone. completely all over Kate. I love him with all my heart for this. I need Kate to be more enthusiastic too because yes I know she's calm because happy but I miss the spitfire from season 2? THEY ARE SO HAPPY I'M SO HAPPY FOR THEM, took Anthony 2 seconds to go back into big brother who has to know everything though

-LOVING Hyacinth and her screentime already

-Eloise spiraling because of Penelope and boring Cressida tho. and OOOHHHH the Lord Greer arranged marriage LITERALLY following my plots of having her parents be absolutely horrible and pick a really old man. This is the beginning of any shippy threads for her in my blog btw, with her running from this

-I adore how Benedict and Anthony were giving SWEET advice to Colin like ?? go tell her???? the nice things you just said??

-I swear I'll ship Benedi.ct with anyone except the woman she's with right now

-oh my god Portia and Pen. My heart is breaking for Pen already. I do think Portia has her best interest at heart, but in such a shitty execution. Also Penelope is stupidly gorgeous.

-Colin fighting for her oh my goood PENELOPE HAS TO GO TELL HIM THE TRUTH NOW. CALMLY. BEFORE HE FINDS OUT. NOW.

-Also Colin legit worrying that Penelope's sad face is because maybe she doesn't like their new home and then trying to take care of her like 'is this because we are alone' he's so ??

-I still wonder how comfortable the actresses are with the near constant nudity in this show though I won't lie. I know men are naked too but uh it's a pity I cannot enjoy these scenes the way I know people do, I just want to fast forward to the plot lol I do always where this fixation for 'this will hurt, I can't help it, but only the first time' like guys. I understand if you want them to be operating on the information it's reasonable to have and think it MUST hurt the first time, but then they'd also should know it doesn't magically stop hurting the next ones unless you prepare a LOT and she's super relaxed that fast? yes that's all I have to say but also I'm sorry I'M SORRY I know they were caught in the moment of water, but Pen going as far as risking pregnancy before even telling him who she really is, knowing damn well he'd have a right to say 'no I don't want this anymore' was a weird choice. It will also make the reveal itself worse, I think, for a romantic guy like Colin who is giving his heart again after being almost tricked by Marina who 100% intended to tell him her baby was his, hence the hurry?

-Francesca chatting so much oh my god I love it, if they follow the book it's going to break my heart

-Eloise sitting alone watching out of the window is me after every deep friendship breakup, she really did enter her depression era huh I can't believe they finally let her interact with Kate!

-PENELOPE WAS GONNA SAY BUT GIRL SAY IT LONG BEFORE THEN?? DAMN IT. I want for her to say it and for Colin to need a minute and then ask reasonable questions, her reasons behind the issues against her family, and then they can properly get together with no more secrets

-5000pounds reward… Cressida should claim that book-style but also at the same time, given that Lady W. was a lot more 'mean' in the show she'd risk her life for sure? and reputation, it would be all gone for her so maybe not??

-I love that Colin isn't immediately aggressive to Eloise tho. Because of the whole 'you knew we were at odds and you still went behind my back' which okay, I can see siblings fighting over this.

-Poor Eloise, even now I can see her as a kid wanting to be a knight and being told she couldn't even take sword lessons like her brothers, people really do underestimated how limited she is considering how free she wants to be. And being left "alone" while everyone else finds love, the show!Theo thing must hurt een more.

-Cressida's future husband, they truly picked a ridiculously horrible guy to reflect just how bad HER parents are, I feel like even Portia would be against this by the end of their talk. I will totally incorporate this horror into anyone who wants to write a rescue for her.

-Portia: and here's my son to be I felt Colin's soul just depart for a second

-Lady Danbury staring at her brother with murder in her eyes because he's clearly too close to Violet is insane i love it

-ooohhhhhh FRANCESCA trying to make Lord Kilmarting have a conversation an d it's so awkward and I love them with all my heart, Anthony is baffled by this, I can feel it, especially because Francesca seems thrilled by it

-it's such a strange place to be in, this show, because I can truly relate to each character, I love Pen and I want her to be happy, and I am absolutely on Eloise's side that I'd KILL a woman for trying to get with my brother without telling him she's basically a criminal

-so interested in Cressida being framed constantly alone after Eloise basically ignored her drama

-anthony screams at charades is the most ic thing in the world. LILACS

-please can we keep Lord Kilmartin

-I LOVE that like when I write her despite me being canon divergent and all, Cressida would be willing to never marry instead of marrying someone thrice her age both in the show AND my blog

-I wonder if Pen literally passed out because her clothes are tight because as far as I know a panic attack won't drop you, unless, of course, there are other circumstances like it's super hot outside or you are having trouble breathing for other reasons?

Okay watching 3x05, spoilers and no i won't live-comment EVERY episode, just this one because I had the time. also I cannot hate MORE that all the episodes are out at the same time because I'd like to PAUSE and watch slowly but force binging is the only way to avoid spoilers

[somnianyx]

GN!Reader || Yandere!Ace || Songfic

Ace being a little creep. I just wanted to write someone with this song (Shinunoga E-wa) and the first thought was Ace with his goofy ass smile. Have fun reading!

TW: stalking

Pinky swear if I do tell a lie

Dating is a pain. Being in a relationship doesn't seem as fun as everyone said. It always ended up so boring. It's either his partner conveyed too much or too little love. Sometimes, they gave him so much love in the beginning only to act distant and cold towards the end.

He groaned for the umpteenth time, eyes observing the employees of Monstro Lounge. It was quite busy for them so there are new staff Ace had never seen before.

"You do know that homework won't finish itself right?" Deuce stated, clearly annoyed. "We have to pass it up on Monday, which is tommorrow mind you."

I'm willing to swallow needles or anything on Monday

Ace looked up to face Deuce, "It'll be fiiiiiine. I can just stay up late to finish it." He huffed before going back to his activity.

"You're always slacking. You said that last time as well and ended up getting scolded by Mr Crewel for-" He completely blocked out Deuce's nagging, treating it as if it was just another fly buzzing near him

It doesn't matter if it's Sunday

"Sorry, I'm late!!" Your voice caught Ace's attention. He snapped out of his trance and search for the source. Once he saw you...his heart began to beat faster.

There you were, dripping in sweat and still managing to look like the most beautiful person on Twisted Wonderland. Realizing that he had been staring at you for the past minute ever since you came through the door, he looked away. He didn't want to scare you, letting you think he's a creep like Rook was the last thing he'll ever wish for.

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who would give me the most everlasting love of them all?

Ace began to think of ways he could make you his partner. He can't wait to have you wrapped in his arms, making you fall in love with him. His trickery skill are really useful for times like these.

No need to ask cuz its my darling

"You're the one. The one who will give and receive everlasting love. You're mine and I would do anything for you my darling~"

I want you to be my last

If I had to keep being separated from you like this

I'd rather die

I'd rather die

You've noticed Ace had begun to frequent your workplace more. You chalk it up to just him being one of those students who's addicted to Monstro Lounge for god knows why.

You weren't complaining tho, he was attractive after all. It at least gave you something to look forward to in your boring workplace. It made your shift more bearable having an eye candy to observe.

Ace, on the other hand, was screaming in excitement. He could feel you staring at him more than usual and it made him feel closer to you.

Ace had all the information about you he could possible get his hands on. Your full name, age, birthplace and even your schedule. He memorized everything about you so fast that it'll probably bring shame to his housewarden and making Riddle annoyed he couldn't do it to the Queen's 810 rules.

Sometimes, he would follow you the whole day. He doesn't care about the stares or weird looks the other second years gave him nor the scolding he received from Riddle. He just want to see you and it'll drive him mad if he had to go a day without you.

I choose you over three meals a day

If I had to keep being separated from you like this

I'd rather die

I'd rather die

Ace's money is slowly depleting as he carries on with his Monstro Lounge visit. He had to stop eating anything outside of that place. His friends questioned him about it but he played it off as just wanting to save money.

He had to think of ways to keep seeing you and cease any suspicions others might have. After a week of gaining courage, he finally asked you out on a date.

Suprised, you dropped one of the drinks you were carrying on him. "Ah! I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up for you." You apologize profusely and began cleaning up the mess.

Ace snickered, making your already red face turn into a darker shade. He held the hand that was cleaning and reassured you that it was fine. He'll even pay for the spilt drink. All he wants was your answer.

You contemplate it for a few seconds, He's attractive and is very funny whenever you guys converse. Though a little bit of a troublemaker as you had seen him getting collared by Riddle a few times.

'Is this a good idea?' You questioned yourself but ended up agreeing to his invitation.

"I promise, I'll make you the happiest person alive on our dates. You won't regret saying yes to me!"

Still, sometimes my heart was being unfaithful

If its never cured, I'm sure to cure it baby

Yeah, I ain't nothing but ya baby

He kept his promise

During your dates, Ace had made you feel like you're on cloud nine. He made sure you felt love and comfortable. When he asked to make it official, you didn't hesitate to say yes.

Ace was the sweetest boyfriend ever. He walked you from your dorm to your class everyday even if it meant he'll be late to his own. You scolded and nagged him for it but he just smiled at you.

"Cherry pie~ For me, your happiness and safety are my number one priority. I don't give two fucks about that as long as you're by my side." Was what he constantly said and it never fails to make your face red.

Its fascinating and insane what people would do when they're blindly in love. Some would go to extreme lengths for their sweetheart and it never fails to amuse~

'Am I crazy?' The question floats around in Ace's head when he finds himself doing odd stuff. Multiple times he had caught himself stalking and taking pictures of you when he could've simply stayed by your side.

It drove him nuts. His actions are very unlike him yet once he saw his growing collection of your pictures, he dismissed his concerns instantly.

"I'm sorry my darling," Ace caressed one of your pictures. "I shouldn't have doubts. What is my worth if its not you? What would be my purpose? I am nothing without you... I'll make sure those pesky thoughts won't interfere with us."

"You don't know what you got till it's gone"

I'm sick and tired of repeating that same old cliche Goodbye

Oh, don't you ever say bye-bye

Yeah

"In return, please love me and only me. I can't bear the thought of you with another. You're mine and only mine. I'd rather die than have you leave me so please..."

Tears slide down his cheeks, "Please don't leave me in this world without you. You're the light that was bestowed upon me. Without you, my world felt dim and empty. I pray the day will never come when you'll walk out of my life."

So umm there's like 20 of you who had seen this fic getting reposted like twice and uhh its cuz my dumbass deleted it *sobs*

[weepinglevi]

patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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[cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc]

One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

~

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

~

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

~

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

~

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

~

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

~

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

~

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

~

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

~

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

~

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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Pleasantly Surprising

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Fluff / Enemies to lovers Summary: (Y/n) meets a nice group of guys in a concert. Warning: Blood, but no violence or wounds description.

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a/n: This one if for you blood kink bastards </3

(Y/p) = Your pronouns

Feeling the cold night air filling my lungs with a faint smell of grass is much better than the smoky and sweaty, heavy air present among the public that gets worse near the mosh pit. I lean back against the brick wall, feeling the cold surface through the thick jeans of my jacket, digging into my shoulder blades as I try to control my breathing, quietly watching the band leaving the stage to give place to another.

My throat feels dry, aching the slightest after I swallow around the sharp and cold breaths, so I look around for a stand to buy at least a soda, ankling over to the nearest one. The line isn't actually that long – thank hell –, but that doesn't prevent a random bastard from trying to cut in line.

"Hey, what in the fuck you think you're doing?" I raise an eyebrow, pulling them back by their collar and they just look at me with this sulky face, bottom lip sticking out and lip ring glowing lightly under the reduced lighting. "No cutting in!"

"Says who?" they retort bitterly. "What you gonna do about it?"

"Aw, bold, aren't we?" I raise an eyebrow, glancing down and... the motherfucker is wearing school clothes, lacking the tie and shirt untucked. Private school. "What are you? Not like the other kids? The line isn't even that long, stupid."

"Fuck off," they sigh, shrugging out of my grip and harshly fixing their clothes.

"Frank– Fuck, Frank, the hell, can't we leave you alone for a single second?" A random voice suddenly interrupts our interaction before a tall person approaches, a motherly and worried air lacing their gaze. They look from me to Frank before exhaling, raising an eyebrow, at which Frank shrugs. "I'm sorry for whatever Frank did, he–"

"Fuck, no, Ray!" Frank cuts them off, "you're not playing the good guy here! I was just trying to–"

"Trying to cut in the line, yeah, very nice of you, isn't it?" I roll my eyes, twisting my mouth. At least he isn't lying, but is he stupid or something? Why would he try to convince us what he was trying to do was alright?

It looks like Frank is going to argue for a second, but ends up just groaning through gritted teeth and looking away with a sigh and tense shoulders.

Ray doesn't look any amused, only observing Frank like who looks at a puzzle after having tried to solve it for weeks without success. They shake their head, turning to me instead. "I'm Ray, he/him, nice to meet you. Sorry for Frank, what he did is... unfortunately usual."

I observe him looking at him from head to toes. School uniform just like Frank's, tucked shirt, loose tie. "Hi. I'm (y/n), (y/p). And don't worry, I would've done the same," I breathe, looking away from the two to hand the person behind the counter the money after pointing to the drink I want.

"What?" Frank gasps. "You would've done the same and still acted all like that towards me?"

I roll my eyes, sighing. "Me doing it doesn't mean I like being affected by it." I grab the change, shoving it in my pocket then step aside for Frank and Ray, cracking the can open.

"Y'know–" Frank crosses his arms over his chest, throwing his nose in the air, "–my momma says that you should treat the others as you want to be–"

"Aw, honey, so you'd like me cutting in the line right in front of you? Shamelessly?" I raise an eyebrow at him, unable to hold back a grin when his face gets bright red, hands balling into fists. Not gonna lie, it's kinda cute how he twists his mouth. Frank is about to curse when Ray is shoving a couple of cans into his hands – a sigh leaves his lips instead. "Two for each?" I question and sip on my drink.

Frank smirks, looking at me with humor. "Yeah, wanna watch me drink them at once?"

Ray rolls his eyes at Frank, shoving him out of the way after noticing there were people behind them. "We're actually with two other friends. Are you alone here? Do you wanna come along?" He smiles, ignoring Frank's complaints, so I opt for doing the same.

"I guess that'd be nice," I hum, shrugging. Otherwise, I'd be going home right now and Ray actually seems nice... I mean, Frank does too, but I'm not feeding his ego.

The other two stand against a brick wall when we find them, both quietly chatting to each other until seeing us approaching. The first one doesn't exactly react, more interested in the can Ray hands him, but the second, greasy punk, hums questioningly, straightening their posture as taking a good look at me almost like I did to Frank earlier. "And who are you?"

"(Y/n), (y/p)," I mutter, looking at them from over the rim of the can, taking a sip of my drink.

"Found lying in the trash when I approached," Frank adds, but doesn't seem so confident after I playfully shove him aside.

"Gerard, he/they," Gerard replies, eyes never averting away from mine. What is he, kind of a gang leader? Got a hell of an ego, though a bit differently from Frank – I'm noticing a pattern here, huh. "Mikey, he/him," he continues, nodding to the other guy.

I throw my empty can in a trashcan before leaning in towards Gerard. He tries to escape the touch, but he's against a wall, there's nowhere to go. How cute. "Belleville High," I say, finally able to make out what the small black letters embroidered on the chest area says, and step away, allowing Gerard to breathe. "Isn't it that private school? Catholic one? Wow, who'd know I'd find BH students here!"

"Stereotyping, are we?" Frank raises an eyebrow. It's impossible holding back a smile at him.

"No, never," I chuckle. "It's just a... rare occurrence. You came here right after school?"

"Not really." Ray shakes his head. "Just didn't have the opportunity to change. Good thing it's Friday, tho," he chuckles humorlessly and I nod in a silent agreement.

"And where do you study?" Frank takes a better look at my face. "If you study, that is."

I scoff, but don't reply just yet. Mikey is the most tidied up out of the four whereas Gerard has his tie loose around his neck, shirt untucked, blazer all wrinkled. "Of course I study, dumbass!" I glare. "But I'm in the public school near the park. But I've seen you before." I nod towards Gerard. "Just don't know where."

Gerard's eyes narrow. "Are you sure?"

"It's not always that I see a greasy vampire looking around, so yeah."

A silence hovers between us for a moment, both of us staring at each other until he feigns unamusement, looking away – I smile with a stupid pride swelling in my chest.

The night ends with us exchanging numbers after a solid hour of joking around and throwing sarcastic insults at each other. Teasing Gerard was particularly fun because he often ran away from the whole joking or at least tried to and even Mikey laughed when it failed, though sometimes succeeding when Frank finally managed to get the spotlight on himself. Ray is sweet, despite being the perfect example for 'looks like a cinnamon roll, but can actually kill you.'

Gerard got my attention, to be honest.

Saturday and Sunday go by quite slowly and thankfully texting the guys every five minutes doesn't make it as depressing as usual. Texting Gerard isn't the same as texting Frank – who replies a text to each word I send him –, however. Gerard often replies with a word or a vague comment and guess what? I'm only more interested.

No Gerard manages to slip between my thoughts during school, but it ends up happening as soon as I step past the gates. Belleville high, isn't it? Shitty elite, but they don't really seem to be like that... let's see if that wasn't just great acting. That's not even a mile away from here. I look down the street, the direction opposite to where I would usually go. It won't hurt to say hi, right? Not to mention I've got nothing to do for the rest of the day.

Belleville High's classes finish about ten minutes later compared to my school's, so I don't bother walking too fast, but not slow enough to let my palms get clammy or overthink anything. Amazing how I can feel like this about people I only met once. Okay, whatever, take a deep breath because I guess I know these curls.

"Look at who we have here!" I throw an arm around Frank's neck, interrupting whatever they were doing and attracting wide eyes towards me. Turns out I found them earlier than expected, hanging out in the park.

"Damn, are you everywhere?" Frank raises an eyebrow at me and presses his lips together, though never stepping away. Blood?

"Who knows?" I joke. "Also..." I trail off, only now taking a good look at them. "Man, what in the hell fucking happened to you guys? Seriously–" I yank a paper off Frank's back, sighing at the 'kick me' written across it and hand it to him, shaking my head. What fucking idiot did this? How the hell did they even get into a fight? It doesn't seem like they were fighting each other.

Frank groans poorly, wadding the paper into a ball and tossing it at the nearby trash can. He's got a few scratches above his eyebrows and blood trailing down the corner of his lips. Mikey and Gerard are probably in the best state out of the four – Gerard got blood trailing down his nose and same for Mikey, though on opposite sides and Mikey's cheek is smeared with blood. I can't say the same about Ray... I don't know how he's not even wincing with all that blood trailing down his face.

"Well," Mikey breathes, bringing a hand to the back of his head, "you can say that–"

"Why do you even want to know?" Gerard steps forward, hands clenched into fists by his sides. "You got nothing to do with it, okay?"

"Aw," I breathe a chuckle. So he wants things to happen like this? But does he have the nerve to keep it? I may not have known him for long, but the attitude is clearly foreign, unmatching. "And what, baby? You lost, didn't you? And you're a fucking sore loser!"

"I just don't see why you should know." He twists his mouth, looking at me uninterested, but it doesn't take long until he's looking at me with these eyes, irises barely seen, eyebrows scrunched close. "And don't talk to me like that! Maybe it would even be better if you fucked off and left us alone, don't you think?"

Man, he talks a lot. Too much. No wonder why he's in such a state. Maybe he'll shut up if I...

"Holy..." Frank trails off with a quiet chuckle and I'm certain Gerard would have glared at him if he wasn't processing what just happened.

Meanwhile, Mikey and Ray stare at me with wide eyes – as wide as Gerard's, but they're not as petrified as Gerard is, for sure, only with hesitant, unsure grins on their faces. I suppress the urge to laugh at Gerard, instead more focused on rubbing my tongue against the roof of my mouth, trying to get rid of the salty and metallic taste.

A quiet sound comes from Gerard as he finally moves, maybe a groan, not sounding really comfortable. He brings a hand up to his lips. The perfect trail of almost dry blood is now smudged, following the direction I licket it to, having the blood smeared across his chin and bottom lip. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," he groans, frantically cleaning his lips and chin with the back of his wrist, against the sleeve of his blazer. "What the fuck? You're gross!"

I roll my eyes with a sigh. "Man, I wonder why I thought being an asshole could be solved."

"Eh, trust me, he isn't normally like this," Ray says with a shrug, looking at Gerard like if he was a chained angry dog even after receiving a glare.

No one gives Gerard's tantrum much attention as we soon sit down on the grass and change the subject before we can notice. Surprisingly, Gerard sits down next to me. Even more surprisingly, he leans closer at some point and whispers, "well, look at who's the vampire now."

Saying Gerard's words got stuck in my head would be an understatement. Maybe it's a nightmare, maybe it's not, but it does get me randomly blushing or stupidly grinning during random times of the day. Nonetheless, school the following day does help a bit with cleaning my head a little.

After a few hours of staring at blackboards, the setting changes to staring at records hanging on the walls and it's honestly better. Incoherent, loud chatter being changed to music of my choice is a lot better, even if I need to talk to a customer now and then.

"This is the place I told you about. I've only been here once, but it seems good," a voice says from the outside, but I don't look up from my homework.

"Never been here," someone else says. A pause follows then their footsteps sound clearer and I sigh, shoving my things on the space under the counter.

"Hello, good afternoon," I say automatically, holding back a groan at how my eraser insists on falling and grabbing it fast. "How can I help you?" I finally look up just to freeze. And the four have the same reaction, to be honest. "I knew I had seen you before," I say to Gerard.

"What a small world!" Frank approaches, immediately narrowing his eyes and throwing his nose in the air as looking over to me. "So you're not a rebel who only wanders around and goes to free concerts during the night and stalks us?" He raises an eyebrow, looking around the place, inspecting the shelves full of records and CDs.

"So you only got one set of clothes?" I mock, staring at his school uniform.

Frank exhales, shoulders dropping. "We just got here from school." He motions vaguely to his messenger bag and I nod, humming, not like it matters a lot.

While we talk, Ray and Mikey wander around, talking quietly to each other and sometimes taking a record in hand, but Gerard... he stands there awkwardly, observing Frank and I with a lost gaze. What is he doing? Trying to act all cool like last time? Or doesn't know how to react?

"Hello," I greet, which sounds more like a question. Frank turns around to look at him, apparently understanding Gerard as much as I do.

Gerard presses his lips together and steps forward, also leaning against the counter. "You didn't mention you work here."

"Didn't have a reason to." I shrug.

The corner of his lips twitch and he's holding eye contact until sighing. "Okay, whatever. Got anything new on Misfits or Pumpkins? Also, Bauhaus." He glances at me, black strands falling over his eyes for a moment before he's pulling them away. Cute.

"Of course." I grin, moving to the cabinets behind the counter.

Frank eventually darts off as I show Gerard the records and cassettes like he wanted. I glance around to make sure Frank is paying attention to whatever Mikey is telling him and Ray before I turn to Gerard again, grinning lightly. "Y'know," I mutter, leaning forward with my elbows over the counter. "I've got passes for a bar concert tonight. Wanna come?"

"What do you mean by passes?" His eyes never avert from the records – he runs his fingers over them delicately, examining each of them closely.

"Each ticket was about ten dollars and they're sold out, but the store is sponsoring the event and I got free passes." I smirk, watching his eyebrows raise lightly. "I usually can get one person in with me. What do you say?"

He pauses. "Why me?"

"Because you're the one I know the least." And also the one I'm interested in. "Pick you up at seven, what do you say?"

He sighs. "I'll text you my address."

.

"Wow, you're..." Gerard stares at me with a blank face, standing there and letting all the cold air get in. He rushes into the car, closing the door carefully.

"I'm...?" I raise an eyebrow, sinking my foot down on the gas, pulling away from the sidewalk.

"I don't know." Silence. "Not what I expected."

"Glad to know." I grin. "You're also not what I expected. You're never what I expect, to be honest..." He wasn't all open in the beginning, but also wasn't the asshole he was in the park – in his defence, at least, he had just gotten out of a fight, nerves still on edge. At the store, however, he seemed more like himself. "Also, you're looking good."

Gerard's eyes are surrounded by eyeliner and a red eyeshadow – definitely nothing I would see him in, but also nothing I'm disappointed about –, bringing out his paleness. And for the first time, he isn't wearing that stupid school uniform and fancy shoes are replaced by platform boots. A leather jacket clutches his shoulders, decorated with a few studs and patches, and covering a nice Slipknot shirt. And there are his jeans, fucking tight and I swear I hadn't noticed this guy got such a nice ass and, fucking hell, it's difficult not staring at his thighs flat on the seat, with a chain falling over one of them.

"Thank you," he mutters quietly. Even in the reduced lighting, I can see his cheeks gaining a red tone before he looks away.

The place is crowded, but not overly – which is why the tickets were even sold, at first place – and it's fun seeing Gerard's chin drop when he looks at the sign of the place. To simplify, everyone is either always wanting to play in this bar or come watch someone play and the tickets are not only always sold in small quantities, but also expensive.

"Let's go," I chuckle after having spent a good moment observing Gerard.

We jog across the street, towards the entrance, just straight away skipping the whole line. The guy in charge of letting people in looks at us indifferently, in a silent question, muscles clear under the tight staff shirt. Even if there's no visible difference in his expression, he does relax a bit after I show him my pass and steps aside to let us in.

"Wow," Gerard mutters, almost inaudibly.

"You like it?" I ask as we walk through the people. No answer comes. He stayed back, of course; the boy is kinda shy and hesitant, after all. "C'mon!" I take a hold of his hand to pull him with me until we're in the bar area, which's much calmer. He stands there for a moment, looking around, until I point at one of the stools, sitting down on the one beside it.

Gerard shifts on his seat, hands resting on his lap and clenched into fists. He observes everything with wide eyes and I can't bring myself to avert my attention away from him. He's beautiful.

When the band starts playing, however, the atmosphere starts changing. It's a classic punk band – the kind of people you'd see around in skate lanes, spraying anarchist messages on a building's wall or behind a McDonald's counter – and the music is good, nonetheless, raw and emotional and demanding. Great to dance to.

Gerard is shy, as already stated – what makes me wonder how he even agreed on coming –, taking a good time to actually stand up from the stool and join me.

His hand is warm under mine, maybe not as warm as his cheeks seem to be. I had taken it in mine to pull him up from the stool, only, but he didn't let go and... oh well. Aren't you interesting, Gerard? I grin to myself and take his other hand to pull him to dance with me; that if you consider moving around to the rhythm of the song some kind of dance, but Gerard doesn't complain.

I'm not sure how much time goes by – I only question myself about that once the band is saying good night, breathing audibly as they get off the stage. The live music is replaced by a momentary incoherent chatter when loud music fills the place again, this time coming from the speakers. Gerard and I are out of breath when averting our attention from the stage to each other. My arms feel a bit sore after all of that, almost the opposite to my numb legs.

"Wanna grab a drink?" I nod towards the bar. "We can go to the alley to take a breath, then."

"Sounds good."

The non-alcoholic drinks are as cold as the night air, suddenly making it even more obvious how much we jumped around to the band's sound. We lean against the wall opposite to the side of the bar and I look at Gerard, watching his chest rise and fall fast, only coming to a longer pause when he brings the glass to his lips. He observes something above us, maybe the sky, but I don't care.

"Your nose is bleeding again." I suddenly note, seeing the dark red trail now almost reaching his upper lip. Not a surprise. He hurt his nose not much over a day ago and all the jumping must have opened the wound.

"Fuck." Gerard brings a hand to his nose and sighs when seeing the red stain on his fingers; I chuckle softly, halfheartedly. "What? You wanna lick it again?" he teases, raising an eyebrow at me. He apparently opts for not ruining the sleeve of his leather jacket, regarding it more than his school blazer.

I roll my eyes, smiling helplessly. "Well, if you'd like me to," I decide to tease back, looking at him through half lidded eyes.

"Ah, you wouldn't dare!" He chuckles, blood staining his lips according to how he talks.

"You think so, honey?" I raise an eyebrow. A few stutters come from him, but I just grab his glass and set it aside with mine, on the ground, before stepping towards him. "Tell me, why are you always so... bold around me? It's clear it's not part of you, as Ray even said." I suppress a humorous chuckle at how he frantically backs away against the wall, having nowhere to go. This brings me memories. "Maybe it has a specific reason?"

Gerard's eyes are wide, lips twitching, though no word ever comes through and his expression changes instantly once I get a hold of his hips and pin him to the wall. Feeling the heat coming from his cheeks is almost possible and all that resistance is gone, tendering into compliance and shyness.

"Look at you, Gerard," I mutter, rubbing circles into his hips as leaning in. "How surprising can you be?"

Having Gerard only letting out a quiet whine in response as his hands rest hesitantly over my shoulders make my heart flutter in my chest. I finally lean in, pressing my lips to Gerard's; he returns the kiss right away, lips sliding against mine easily.

And there it is; the rich metallic taste of Gerard's blood. I run my tongue over his bottom lip, snatching a hum from him, which turns into a whining-gasp once my teeth sink into it slightly.

His hands tighten around my shoulders, I grip harder onto his hips in consequence and he's sent relaxing back against the wall. He never had control over the kiss, but he's suddenly just giving up on the power at once with a quiet sound, slowly wrapping his arm around my neck to pull me closer and I gladly deepen the kiss.

"Wow, love," I breathe as soon as we part the kiss, lungs screaming for air. Gerard doesn't reply verbally, with his lips brushing lightly against mine and, by now, the blood is starting to get sticky, on its way to drying, also on my lips.

"I hope we can go out more often," he mutters shyly, not long before burying his face in the crook of my neck.

[nothing-but-dreamy]

DRUNK CONFESSION

Pairing: Gladio x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.367

Warnings: none, fluff

Synopsis: After a night in Lestallum's nightlife, yn makes an unplanned confession.

Laughing and swaying, Yn bumped into Gladio as they were on their way back to the hotel 'Leville'. She giggled as she bounced back from his solid body. Gladio held her steady with his hands on her small shoulders before she would trip over, "You belong into your bed, sweetheart.", he chuckled, amused how yn tried to get a clearer mind by shaking her head.

"No... I'm fine...", she mumbled and looked up at the huge King's Shield. Suddenly, she stopped giggling. She stared into Gladio's eyes and into his face, taking in every inch as if she saw him for the very first time, "Why are you so damn beautiful.", yn said low, sounding more sober than minutes ago.

Shaken with surprise, Gladio raised his brows, "W-what?"

"You're beautiful. Sure, you're also sexy, tall, handsome, all this but also so god damn beautiful with your amber eyes, your soft brown hair, your perfect lips."

Insecurely, Gladio chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. It was one thing to be confident about oneself but it was something different if someone else was so straight forward mostly when it was yn who wasn't known for such outbreaks, "Come on, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying.", Gladio said laughing, trying to push yn softly into the right direction.

But she stopped and stemmed herself against his moves, "I'm serious, Gladio.", she slurred, "You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen. And then, you're also so nice and sweet and strong. You're the epitome of walking perfection."

"Thank you very much. We-"

"I understand why you're so successful with women. Although, if I think about it now, there were barely any new trophies by your side recently. Why's that? Why are you going out for drinks with me instead of having fun with some ladies?"

"Come, we bring you to bed."

"And my questions?", yn asked stubbornly.

"Here's the deal: if you go to bed now and you can still remember this weird conversation later, I will answer the questions. Alright?"

"Deal. And don't think you can escape me easily.", yn said serious, stumbling forward.

"Yeah, I fear I can't.", Gladio whispered concerned.

***

The next morning, yn sneaked out of her room she shared with Iris to go down the hallway in search of Gladio. The door of the boy's room was already open. Prompto sat on his bed with crossed legs and checked the pictures he had made the day before.

"Hey, Prompt. Where's Gladdy?"

"He said something about the panorama view spot. I guess he wants to see the meteor in the morning light. Would be a nice motive tho..."

"Thanks."

"Hey, uhm... Is everything alright between you and him?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't it be?", Yn asked confused.

"Well...", Prompto said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Prompt, spit it out."

"He was unusually quiet as he came back. And I guess, he had barely slept considering the dark circles and the grumpy mood."

"Oh... I'll go and check on him."

***

As yn found Gladio, he leant against the handrail, supporting himself with his arms and letting his eyes wander over the view. Slowly, she approached him and for the first time, she wasn't sure how things were between them, "Good morning.", she said softly and watched how Gladio stiffened by the sound of her voice.

"Morning.", he answered low.

She stopped next to him, copying his posture while looking over the scene. The view was indeed incredible. As he stayed silent, she knew she had to start, "Prompt said you haven't slept. Was it because of my ... confession last night?", she asked softly and watched how Gladio pressed his jaw together while he kneaded his hands.

"You still remember that, huh?", he asked low, avoiding her eyes.

"Yeah... I mean, I was the one who had said all these things and I... Even if I drink very, very much, I barely forget something. Boon and bane of me.", yn explained, "I also remember my questions about your ladies or rather ... the absence of ladies. I... Look, I want to apologize. I shouldn't have asked all these things about your private life."

"And all the other things? About my appearance?", Gladio asked, turning his head towards her but still not looking into yn's eyes.

"Sorry, big guy, I meant them. All of it. Maybe I wouldn't have blurted them out if I hadn't been drunk or... wouldn't have said them at all, but... I won't take them back. I really meant them. I guess, your ego can handle that because you're used to such compliments."

Gladio nodded but stayed silent.

"But like I said it's not me to judge whom you meet or not. So, I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me.", Yn said and as he still stayed silent, she decided to leave him alone to give him some space and time.

"It's because of you.", Gladio said low.

"W-what?"

"That there aren't any 'ladies' around me.", Gladio said, copying her choice of words, "That's because of you. And no, no one called me beautiful before. At least, not as you did."

"Wait a sec! What do you mean with "it's because of me"? I haven't done anything!"

"You didn't have to. I developed feelings for you therefore, I already spend time with the lady I prefer the most."

"Gladio, I... I had no idea."

"And that's how it should be. You shouldn't feel obliged and I didn't want to make it awkward between us."

"You mean awkward like right now?"

"Yeah... I mean, I would lie if I say I wouldn't feel flattered about your compliments but...you were drunk-"

"You know what they say: children and fools tell the truth.", yn said and closed up on Gladio who looked at the ground. Never before, she had seen this big guy so intimidated and insecure, "Gladio, I really meant every single word. And I... I could imagine more between us than just a friendship. I just never thought I would be your type."

Gladio shook his head and chuckled while he stepped forward, taking one of her hands in his, drawing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb, "So, we both want more and neither of us said something?"

"I did say something yesterday! Maybe we should have gone out earlier...", yn considered thoughtfully while tapping her lips with her index finger.

Gladio cupped her face with his free hand, craning her head up to meet his eyes, "And maybe we should just kiss?"

"Better idea, big guy.", Yn said with a bright smile. She got on her tiptoes to reach his lips while Gladio bent down to kiss her softly. Quickly, the kiss became stronger and yn flung her arms around his neck while Gladio embraced her waist to bring her closer and to cherish the moment that increased his heartbeat...

"Yes! Finally! Ahhh!"

Startled by the sudden turmoil, Gladio and yn separated and turned over to the source of the noise. They saw Prompto, Noctis and Ignis lying tangled together on the ground with Iris on top of them who smiled from ear to ear triumphantly, "I almost thought you two would never come together. It took you two ages!"

"What to the biting Sabertusk is going on here?", Yn called out, chuckling and watching how her friends got slowly back on their feet.

While Noctis and the others tried to clean their clothes from the dust, Iris ran towards yn and embraced her strongly, "Finally! You two are perfect together.", the small bubbly girl said giggling.

While yn embraced Iris back, she saw an exchange of Gil between the boys. Noctis and Ignis gave a small amount of money to Prompto. Prompto, grinning from ear to ear, counted the money while Noctis stood there with crossed arms, "One more month and I would have won.", the prince muttered.

"Don't worry, your highness, next time, I will ask you for permission.", Yn said chuckling.

Gladio stepped forward, placing his hand on yn's shoulder, "Next time?", he asked with one raised brow but with a smirk on his lips.

Yn looked up, "Just kidding.", she said with a wink.

[yellow-faerie]

Hi, I was pleasantly surprised to find A Guide to Raising Elfling recently and read it all in two days and now I'm looking forward to the next chapter. I'm new here so I don't know exactly how this prompt request works but if it's possible I can request Eönwë/Mairon in Raising elfling AU with the prompts: 36 and/or 1?

Hi, I was the one who requested prompts 1 and 36 with Eönwë/Mairon in Raising Elflings AU, then I noticed that I needed to indicate which list (face palm) is from list #2 ok, sorry for forgetting.

No worries - this'll be a little sneak peak at the end of the story! I'm really glad you're liking the fic tho, that makes me very happy :) I believe that I found the right prompt...

From this prompt list.

36 - “After everything, you still don’t believe that I love you?”

Eönwë has a tendency to perch high up.

Mairon has put the children to bed and should be helping the others in sorting out the current disarray of everything but Eönwë was his friend before and he needs to know why he returned.

So he hurries up the tall tower to where he suspects Eönwë to be: and sure enough, there's that stupid bird sitting in the open window, his legs trailing down.

"You should be downstairs," Mairon says, taking a step forward to stand beside him and putting a hand between Eönwë's shoulder blades. "Uinen might realise you're missing and try and find you."

"She doesn't like heights."

"That won't stop her, you should know that."

The view is admittedly beautiful and Mairon swings himself onto the windowsill beside him. It's a little squished, but Mairon like how he can feel Eönwë from where they're pressed against each other.

"So now you've done your job, you'll be going home soon."

Eönwë laughs. "I am nowhere near finishing my job Maya."

"I mean, you've defeated Morgoth, you've made sure no-one's going to fly off the handle and attempt a coup against the Valar, what else is there?"

Eönwë cocks his head, looking genuinely confused. "I...well are you alright? I know it's a bit presumptuous to ask and all that but-"

"Me?" Mairon asks, genuinely a bit confused. "You're hanging around for me?"

"Yeah, I mean, I should probably go back at some point so Manwë doesn't think I've joined the Evil or something, but I wanted to make sure you were OK."

"You - why?"

Eönwë gives Mairon a look that touches something a bit deeper than Mairon was expecting. "You don't know? After everything, you still don't believe I love you?"

"No! Don't say that."

"Why not?" Eönwë leans forward, into Mairon's personal space and Mairon leans right out. "It's true, it's not like I'm going to lie."

Mairon gently pushes at him, trying to get him to lean away. "Loving me is a foolish endeavour."

Eönwë reaches up to catch Mairon's hand as it pushes at his shoulder, and he presses a kiss - gently, oh so softly - to the knuckles. "Just...think about it alright? I think I do need to get back to Manwë but I'll come back. I promise."

Mairon doesn't reply; it is taking all his energy to keep his breathing even and his emotions from not spilling out into the world.

Eönwë gives him one last, searching look before he falls from the window and flies up into the sky as a bright blue bird.

[worfianism]

Okay here's my Dutch gp thoughts as someone watching an f1 season for the first time

- Zandvoort is a pretty cool circuit, I like the banking and stuff it looks really cool

- it was an exciting race for sure, things could have gone really differently today so it's nice to have that potential

- I liked that we had all young talent on the podium today (I mean yes devastated about the Lewis situation but happy for George, Max and Charles)

- I won't lie Merc were so so good today. Lewis and George were incredible, both putting in fastest laps and sectors, the strategy was also great until the end where they made that one mistake but a 1 stop when most of the grid were struggling with tyre management and everyone else was doing multiple stops would really have worked out if not for the safety cars

- Obviously Merc should have pitted Lewis along with George and gotten a 2-3 but that's a strategy problem (especially not letting Lewis know everyone else was on softs) but George made a really good call, he's shaping up to be one of the most talented drivers on the grid. I'm really hoping for a merc 1-2 soon and especially a Lewis win and I think this race has given both the boys some hope for the rest of the season

- I think people were expecting a brocedes era breakup after the race but Lewis actually seemed to be way more upbeat than last race after he had calmed down a bit (I mean he has every right to be angry about those last few laps and like he wasn't aggressive on the radio either he just said he was pissed) and George talked plenty about how it was unlucky Lewis lost out to Charles for p3 and he mentioned that he was looking forward to Lewis and him sharing a podium soon, they seem completely fine. Brocedes had the added drama of childhood best friends to rivals shakespearean tragedy so I just don't see this happening between Lewis and George coz they're clearly just teammates who get along but are ultimately doing their jobs.

- I won't lie it did make me giggle watching Seb ignoring blue flags a bit, I love chaos Seb

- Nico was fanboying over Lewis so much and as much as it does make me giggle to see it I'm also convinced the man is accidentally putting curses on him. Also my brocedes reconciliation delusion lives on

- Alonso was also tearing through the grid for a bit too which was fun to watch

- Sad for Yuki and Val tho :(

- I still don't actually know what happened with Yuki

- Nice to see Este had points tho!

- I think that's it! Honestly other than the lack of a Lewis podium (which I won't lie did majorly upset me at the time and still does but like Lewis is still one of the best on the grid, a win, another wdc (not this year obvs) isn't anywhere near impossible, there's always next time), I enjoyed that race, I feel more hopeful about Mercedes and it was just fun to see so many drivers tearing that track up.

[arhazasinna]

Another early year.

I won't talk about the stress i've got since the peak of pandemic happened in mid year and made me feel exhausted. It was a nightmare that i wish i'd never go through anymore.

I'd like to say that i fall in love with myself since last year, i got a lot of happy things i had never imagined i could get. I've read some inspiring books and those led me to understand more about myself. I feel calm at most of time; can't lie tho when pms days coming i still feel a bit unstable. I often sit in front of my laptop with a blank ms.word page, figuring out what kinda potentials i have then typing how highly rate i am. I don't hold grudge anymore; especially with my ex; and tend to express what i think. I'm good enough at holding myself from texting unnecessary messages to my crush. Ah ya, i'm between oversharing or never sharing person. The moody side of me still force me to say what i wanna say but thankfully, i feel like my brain works well on filtering. I joined some events that i never thought i'd attend. I'm starting to build a habit eventhough i'm not really stick with it; at least i try. I cherish my free time because once i start working, there's no way i feel relaxed. I do well at saving money but i spend it on the foods i crave. That's the summary of my life.

I feel like i live my life as best as i could. I enjoy everytime i spend in a day, i look forward for the next journey, and i don't have any regret for the past experiences. The whole idea about self-love and self-trust is truly a game changer.

And i'll keep improving, because i believe.

28/01/2022