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The Crown Season 6

10 Events That May Become Plotlines In Season 6 (ScreenRant Nov 29, 2022)

Two years after its fourth season bowed in November of 2020, The Crown returned to Netflix on Nov. 9, 2022 for its highly anticipated fifth season. Following its pattern of swapping in a new cast of actors every two seasons, this one features the debuts of Elizabeth Debicki, Jonathan Pryce, Imelda Staunton and Dominic West as the main characters.

The fifth season follows into the 1990s the turbulent history of the British royal family during Queen Eilizabeth II's reign, including the souring relationship and divorce of Prince Charles and Princess Diana. The coming sixth season is set to be the series' last, and while The Crown is a fictionalized version of true events, certain crucial happenings of the late 1990s and early 21st century are likely to come in the show's final episodes.

***SPOILERS***

Princess Diana’s Death (1997)

Princess Diana's tragic 1997 death in Paris remains one of the most poignant and sensitive moments in modern history, and The Crown is guaranteed to depict this sobering event that changed British royalty forever. However, according to the New York Daily News, it will not show the actual car crash but instead the days leading up to Diana's death and the heart-wrenching days that followed it.

This important moment will come at the beginning of the sixth season, according to Marie Claire. Filming began in September 2022, with season five stars Dominic West (Prince Charles) and Elizabeth Debicki (Princess Diana) capturing the last lonely and torrid days of her life.

Prince Edward And Sophie Rhys-Jones' Wedding (1999)

The royal wedding of Prince Edward to the Duchess of Wessex, Sophie Rhys-Jones, took place in June 1999, and it's likely to feature in The Crown's sixth season, especially because it is the last "first" wedding of Queen Elizabeth II's children.

The simplicity and lack of scandal surrounding Prince Edward’s wedding is important as a plot line because it illustrates a stark and dramatic contrast to the public debacle of Prince Andrew’s divorce from Sarah Ferguson in 1996 Prince Charles' and Princess Diana's messy split.

The Queen Mother’s 100th Birthday (2000)

To illustrate the longevity and permanence of the British royal family, it's likely the 100th birthday of the Queen Mother in 2000 will appear as a story in the sixth season of The Crown.

The Queen Mother was honored by a 41-gun salute and greeted by thousands of fans who descended on the mall of Buckingham Palace to offer their birthday felicitations on her 100th birthday. Flanked by her daughters Queen Elizabeth and Princess Margaret, she stood on the balcony accompanied by the rest of the royal family. Narratively, this rare moment of happiness and tranquility ciykd stand in contrast to the turmoil the royal family endured through the '90s.

Prince William's First Encounter With Kate Middleton (2001)

According to E! News, Netflix has confirmed casting Ed McVey and Rufus Kampa as Prince William and the actress Meg Ballamy as a young Kate, who will appear in the final season of The Crown. Following the timeline of actual events, it's plausible the season will focus on their meeting at the University of St. Andrews in 2001.

With the sixth season focusing largely on the tragedies of the royal family starting with the sad death of Princess Diana, the story of William and Kate's young love and the promise of the future would serve as a welcome, hopeful counterpoint.

Princess Margaret's Death (2002)

The sister of Queen Elizabeth II, the always quotable Princess Margaret holds an important place in the storyline of The Crown just as she held an important place in the royal family in real life. Her diminishing role as a royal and inability to marry her first love, Peter Townsend, led to a tumultuous relationship with the queen. Yet their sisterly bond is featured heavily in the fifth season and could be further explored in the show's last episodes.

Based on the series' depictions of Margaret so far, fans can anticipate the story of her final days will be told in a standalone episode. According to the Daily Express, Princess Margaret suffered three strokes between 1998 and 2001, with her final stroke taking her life in 2002. Queen Elizabeth cried at Margaret’s funeral, "the only time anyone ever saw the Queen show her emotions in public," as Vanity Fair put it.

Prince Charles And Camilla Parker-Bowles' Wedding (2005)

An inevitable arc of The Crown's sixth season is the 2005 marriage of Prince Charles to his first love, Camilla, tying the knot 35 years after they met. The wedding of Charles and Camilla is significant in the royal family's story, given the role their romance played in the demise and fallout of Prince Charles’s first marriage to Princess Diana.

The simple civil ceremony, which was held in real life at the Windsor Guildhall per the BBC, would offer viewers the necessary moment of pause to reflect on history and how it all played out for the heir apparent, Prince Charles.

Queen Elizabeth II's 80th Birthday (2006)

The early 2000s held many high points for the British monarchy, including Queen Elizabeth II's 80th birthday, celebrated across the United Kingdom and the Commonwealth.

If The Crown depicts this milestone birthday, it could use the event to explore the loyalty of a country to its monarch, in particular Prince Charles, masterfully played by Dominic West. On the happy occasion, Charles notably lauded his mother's lifetime of service and dedication to the country, addressing her warmly at the time as his "darling Mama," according to the Daily Mirror.

Queen Elizabeth II And Prince Philip’s 60th Wedding Anniversary (2007)

Played superbly by Imelda Staunton, Queen Elizabeth II was the first British monarch to celebrate a diamond wedding anniversary. Per Reuters, this event was celebrated with much pomp as the royal couple revisited Westminster Abbey to renew their vows, including German relations who had not been to their 1947 wedding given the strong anti-Nazi sentiment after World War II.

Peter Morgan could use this historical family moment to illustrate the staying power of the British crown though its very foundation had been rocked with tragedy and scandal within the decade and forced to face the pressures of a changing world.

Tony Blair's Premiership (1997–2007)

Tony Blair's tenure as prime minister will no doubt feature in the sixth season of The Crown. Blair played a pivotal role in steering the royal family to steadier waters when the royal establishment was under question following the tragic death of Princess Diana. In an interview with Today, Blair reminisced that the queen "understood, because always her duty came first, that she had to respond to this extraordinary outpouring of grief about Princess Diana."

Peter Morgan depicted these events previously in his movie The Queen, so if he tackles the subject again, he'd likely show it from different narrative angles or use it to color his depiction of the royal family in new ways. Deft handling of this overlap in history between the film and the TV series could enhance both works.

Prince William And Kate Middleton's Wedding (2011)

The last season of The Crown likely won't touch on very recent events such as Prince Harry and Meghan Markle leaving the royal family behind them, but it may allude to the future wedding of the next heir apparent, Prince William.

In a show that has observed the bloodline of the house of Windsor since King George V, the creators will likely want to leave fans with a glimmer of hope and anticipation for the future. Alluding to a royal match between Princess Diana's elder son and his longtime girlfriend Kate Middleton would bring not only bring a sense of aspiration but a fitting transition to what the modern monarchy might become.

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“my pussy has taken me places I wouldn’t go with a gun”

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Princess Royal

Carlos Sainz x Princess!Reader

British Royal Family x Princess!Reader

Summary - A glimpse into Carlos Sainz and King Charles’ and Princess Dianas youngest child, Princess Y/n

Warning - swearing?

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Princess Y/n in the royal gardens this morning, awaiting the arrival of the King and Queen and her husband, Carlos Sainz.

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ariadnethedragon · 3 months

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MISS SCARLET AND THE DUKE (2020-)

S4E2: Six Feet Under

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sir-ballister-boldheart · 1 month

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Horrible time to be an English Royal

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incorrectquotesmcu · 9 days

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[Y/N, Kate, Yelena, Cassie and Riri walk by and they’re all covered in glitter and slime and feathers and holding water guns]

Clint: I would ask what’s going on, but then you’d tell me, and why would I want that?

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when catherine falls in love, i know that boy will never be the same.

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masterlist (so far)

Ellie Williams (Sub)

Never Again: xfemreader (NSFW)

I Don't Need You (Don't You Leave Me): xfemreader (NSFW)

Keep It Down: xfemreader (NSFW)

From Space: xfemreader (NSFW)

Enough Isn't Enough: xfemreader (NSFW)

Good Vibrations: xfemreader (NSFW)

Be My Good Girl: xfemreader (NSFW)

Just Starting: xfemreader (NSFW)

Messy Eater: xfemreader (NSFW)

Ellie Williams (Dom)

The Truth Hurts So Good: xfemreader (NSFW)

Abby Anderson

Nobody's Bitch: xfemreader (NSFW)

Little Miss Not So Perfect: xfemreader (NSFW)

First Of The First: xfemreader (NSFW)

He Doesn't Know: xfemreader (NSFW)

Sweet Sunshine: xfemreader (SFW)

Stains on Her Hoodie Sleeves: xfemreader (NSFW)

It's Tough To Be A Mom: xfemreader (SFW)

Yes, Doctor: xfem!reader (SFW)

Volcanic Hearts: xfem!reader (NSFW) (Sub!Abby)

Ellie x Abby

Fragmented Subconscious: Triple AU (SFW)

Walking The Lines: Everybody Lives AU (SFW)

Farewell Our Future Days: Canon Divergence AU (SFW)

Take The Stage (Steal The Show): Band AU (SFW)

Behind Closed Doors: Canon-Universe (NSFW)

Ellabs x Reader

Three Shots Of Whiskey; (Modern AU miniseries fem!reader) (SFW)

Keep The Pressure Up: xfem!reader (NSFW)

Dinellie x Reader

These Bridges We Burnt: xfemreader (Never Again pt. 2) (NSFW)

KinkTober Masterlist (all xfemreader)

Kara Danvers

This is What I Know of Life: xfemreader (SFW)

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The Crown (Season 6 Part 2)

#mine #screens #the crown #season 6 part 2 #last season #william #prince william #ed mcvay #william x kate #kate x william #kate middleton #meg bellamy #william and kate #kate and william #tv series #tv serie #series #netflix

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me: “that’s literally me!”

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ICU

SUMMARY: ellies lost her keys…again… luckily dina’s pretty friend has an empty bed

PAIRING: ellie williams x reader

WARNINGS: none?

A/N: i missed these and yall!! not fully back but i miss writing also if u see stranger things content don’t be alarmed! still v much in love with ellie and abs

‘ I FEEL SOMETHING WHEN I SEE YOU NOW ‘

elliewilliams

elliewilliams LET ME INNNNNNNN. JOEL PLEASE LET ME INNNNNNNN

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elliewilliams i HATE you CRY URSELF TO SLEEP

joelmmm 💤💤💤

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elliewilliams IM TIRED AND IM VERY SORRY

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jessesucks go to tommy and marias stupid

elliewilliams why didnt i think of that? oh wait I DID ITS 2 AM AND THEY HAVE A BABY STUPJD HOW DID YOU EVEN GRADUATE??!!?!?!

yourusername did u lose ur key again

elliewilliams …no… also HOW DO U KNOW AB THAT?!?!

yourusername dina talks a LOT when shes drunk

angel: ellie come to mine

ellie: huh?

a: ur locked out, im not, my beds made, urs probably isnt, come over.

e: u barely know me?!?!?

a: dina trusts u idc, come over rn or ill pick u up.

e: send me ur address.

“this was really nice of you.” ellies voice breaks the silence as make room for her beside you. you wave your hand, no worries, but she insists. “no seriously, you could’ve let me die. freeze. starve even.”

when you laugh she doesn’t think she’s ever heard a better sound. “ellie i don’t think any of those things would’ve happened.” you smile and lean on an elbow to look at her. “and i really don’t mind, gets lonely anyways. need a loser dork to fill the silence.” you tease.

she gasps in faux hurt, tracing an imaginary tear down her face.

elliewilliams

elliewilliams an ANGEL yall. $10,000,000 for her and her only.

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dina_nolastname *sighs*

elliewilliams i hate you.

joelmmm yourusername I am so sorry Ellie intruded, I’ll pay you for your time and kindness.

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elliewilliams ignore him, he drinks

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jessesucks oh you will NEVER live this down.

elliewilliams blocked.

a_anderson you are an embarrassment to society!

elliewilliams i hate all of u.

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a: real chipper today huh

e: didn’t lose my key all week so yes very

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e: do u wanna go to a concert this weekend??

e: i bought the tickets for dina and i but she cancelled last minute and jesse cant go

e: its like 2 hours away on saturday

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a: yea actually id love too :)

a: text me the details

e: great

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a knock on your door wakes you from the light sleep you’d been in. a small ‘come in’ has ellie gently opening the door and walking softly towards your bed. her hands brush hair from your face, a kind smile on her face. something you can’t pinpoint in her eyes.

“you doing okay babe?” her voice is just above a whisper, though no one else would be home to hear it otherwise. “tired?”

you hum an answer out and reach for one of her hands, fiddling with her rings and avoiding her eyes. “can you turn off the light and sit with me?” she smiles and nods, savoring one more second before standing and taking off her jacket while walking to the switch.

its still light out, the evening sun beginning to set but still lighting up enough of your room. as she’s getting in beside you, she notices what you’re wearing. “nice shirt,” ellie says with a snort.

its one of hers, you stole it a few weeks ago with no intention of giving it back. her heart grows as a small smile graces your features. “there she is.” you flush and turn away. she coos teasingly while getting comfortable behind you.

when you do turn, shes the perfect pillow. her fingers trace your features as your eyes shutter closed.

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a: you have something in mind?

e: thought we could go bowling

e: that new bowling place just opened downtown, looks cute

a: kinda tired. do something at home?

e: alreadyomw with snacks for u

a: youre the best.

a: i miss you.

e: i miss you too. you doing okay?

a: are you at work

a: im tired

e: i get off in 30

e: come over to mine, joel will let you in

a: okay

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elliewilliams LOVE YA!

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e: OKAY SORRY DAMN

e: god just being a supportive girlfriend and this is what i get.

a: GOODBYE I DONT WANNA GO ANYMORE

e: no im sorry im sorry im sorry i wanna go

a: YAY

a: pick me up in 30 pls

e: of course love

e: im glad you’re feeling better

e: very excited rn

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joelmmm You found a good one babygirl!

elliewilliams DAMN RIGHT I DID

e: hey i love you

a: i love you too

a: u lose ur key again?

e: …

a: ffs come over good god

e: already here!

a: R U IN MY KITCHEN??!

e: ur mom says hi

e: be up in a sec!! snacks!

#! kates babes !#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams fluff #ellie x reader #🎵 smau 🎵

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//FRIENDS OR LOVERS?

kate bishop x fem reader

Kate Bishop is the most beautiful girl you know. She’s also the only one you won’t let yourself have.

friends to lovers, mentions of heavy drinking, angst and fluff, 3.4k words

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Your best friend sighs as she fumbles with the door of your apartment.

“Y/N, where have you put your keys?” she asks you wearily. You don’t answer her. Your head is leant on her shoulder, with her arm loosely looped around your waist to prevent you in your intoxicated state from plummeting face first downwards.

“Y/N,” Kate tries. When you still don’t answer, she turns enough to grab your jaw in her hand, forcing you to meet her steely gaze. “Where are your keys?”

“Doormat,” you croak, your stomach churning not just from the liquor as she searches your eyes for a moment before releasing your face to fetch your door key. You shift your weight anxiously.

It’s not hard to tell that she’s mad. Even as she takes care of you, unlocking the door and guiding you gently into your apartment, sitting you down on your couch, there’s a certain tension in the air. You see it in the way her jaw clenches, her tongue runs over her teeth, in the cold fire of her blue eyes. You know Kate Bishop as well as you know breathing.

“You stay here,” she murmurs, kicking off her platforms. “I’m gonna… get you clothes. And a drink.”

She looks down at you, seeking your compliance, any acknowledgment at all. You blink back up at her hazily, in the way you’d never dare to when you’re sober. You can’t help it. Kate Bishop is the light of your life. She’s your best friend, sure, but you’re also hopelessly, irrevocably in love with her. You’ve tried so hard not to be, but it happened so gradually you hardly noticed it, until one day every little thing she said and did filled your stomach with butterflies whose wingbeats whispered you’re fucked. She’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen, she’s gorgeous, when she wears those suits she loves you actually can’t breathe, she makes you laugh, she’s so clumsily gentle and thoughtful, she keeps all of your favourite snacks at her apartment, so you just have to come over and eat them. She has this earnest charm to her which despite her socialite status she doesn’t even seem to realise. She’s just… god, you love her so much.

This is, naturally, something you’ve been quite torn up about over the last few months; inside of you is a perpetually bitter, stagnant battle of the head and heart, where neither are victorious. You are paralysed by fear. You can’t relax around her (which saddens you to no end, because she is your person). What if you stare for too long? What if you don’t stare for long enough? What if you say the wrong thing? You’ve never been this afraid to ruin something. Your friendship with Kate is something real, and good, your love transcends any kind of box you’ve tried to fit it into; it’s whole and it’s the best thing in your life. You will do anything in your power to keep her around, short of actually telling her how you feel. You tell yourself you’re content with just being around her instead, with being her best friend, but the ache in your chest has gotten to the point that you can’t look at her without it splitting you in two.

Apparently, though, this is something only applicable to you when you’re sober, because right now you’re gazing at her like she hung the stars in the sky. (One time she did help you hang glow in the dark stars from your ceiling. Her arms are much longer than yours.) In all honesty, you probably only drank this much tonight so that you’d be able to look at her without bursting into tears, but now you’re burdening her in a different way in that she’s stuck taking care of you. God, you’re so fucking useless. She’s so pretty. Are those your socks she’s wearing?

“Y/N,” she says impatiently, and you slowly blink yourself out of your daze. “Are you even listening?”

You stare blankly back up at her. She curses at you under her breath as she makes her way towards your bedroom, pausing near the door to turn on your fairy lights with an anger that absolutely does not match the gentle yellow-white twinkle that immediately illuminates her form. You giggle at the sight, and the thought. Kate glares back.

“You’re not moving a fucking inch. Stay put. Got it?” she demands. You nod obediently. She holds your gaze for a couple of seconds, to make sure you’ve really gotten the message, before retreating round the corner to your bedroom, presumably in search of the aforementioned change of clothes.

You honestly don’t intend to disobey her. You figure you’ve ruined her night enough already, she doesn’t need you actively making things even more difficult for her. You hate, more than anything, when Kate is upset with you. It feels like the whole world is closing in on you. You stay in position for a good few minutes, and eventually your mind starts to wander again. Naturally, every single thought you’re plagued with is one of Kate. (What is this bullshit? Don’t you drink to forget?) You think of her smile, her lips, the things she’s told only you and no one else. Are you not good enough? Will she never see you in the way you see her?

The thought makes your bottom lip wobble, and your shoulders deflate. You start to properly think, as seriously as you can in this state, about what the people she’s brought home before have had that you lack. Is it something to do with how you look? Is it your eyebrows? You recall one person Kate used to mess around with leaving early the next morning for a threading appointment.

You sit up straighter. Maybe it is your eyebrows. You prefer that idea much more to the fact that it’s something inherently wrong with you. Your eyebrows are lacking, you decide, stumbling to your feet. Once you fix those, Kate will love you back.

Tweezers will do, right? You think your tweezers are in your… bathroom? You get halfway there before realising that actually, no, they might still be in your kitchen drawer from when you had that splinter the other day. (Fucking Lucky and his sticks.) You double back on yourself, tottering back through the living room towards the kitchen. You’re not quite sure what happens next, but it’s some kind of shortcoming or misjudgement on your behalf because your foot catches on the leg of the coffee table and you find yourself sprawled chin-first on the floor.

“Y/N?” You vaguely register Kate’s calls, and then her footsteps as she patters back down the hall towards you. “What are you— oh, for fuck’s —”

“Sorry,” you murmur weakly, not even making a move to get up. “Was gonna… pluck my eyebrows.”

Kate snorts as she helps you to your feet. “What?” She’s unable to hide her bemusement.

“Pluck my eyebrows,” you say again. “To look good.”

“You do not need to do that,” she chastises, guiding you firmly back to the couch, “trust me.”

“I look good?” you ask hopefully.

“Sure.” The bite in her tone, the underlying anger makes your shoulders deflate, and she softens a little. “L— yes, you do, okay? Now c’mon, baby, open up.” She holds a glass of water up to your lips and you drink obediently. There’s silence between the two of you as she helps you with the zipper you can’t reach, and then turns around whilst you change into the nightclothes she’s picked out for you. The shirt she’s given you is hers, one of her massive band ones that she left here a while ago because you liked it so much. Your heart aches all over again.

When you’re finished, you find yourself staring off into hazy space, your brain sluggish with thoughts you don’t want to think. Kate watches you for a few moments. You can see her prior anger ebbing away into something a little softer — something more concerned. Just one look at her tells you how hard the cogs are turning in her brain. (It’s a very normal amount of cute and charming that she can’t help but wear her heart on her sleeve, and have her every thought written all over her face. You feel a very normal and calm way about it, and you do not want to kiss the forming pout from her lips.)

She sits down on the coffee table opposite you, so close your knees are touching, with a tenseness to her shoulders that means she’s building herself up to saying something.

“What’s… going on lately, with you?” she asks, a little uncertain of her own words, but fixing her eyes on you intently. “It’s been, like, three months since the breakup. And you’re just— kind of… getting worse, not better.” She winces at her own words even as she says them, but nonetheless perseveres. “You’re drinking like a lot more than usual. I don’t— I don’t know, you still haven’t told me what happened, and I just —” She cuts herself off, and tries again. “Is there something else going on?”

“I just,” you shrug, not really looking at her, “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

Her brows only furrow further, and your stomach churns. “But —”

“It— it wasn’t a big deal, okay?” you interrupt, running a hand over your face. “I’m over it, can’t we just leave it?”

“What— what does that even mean?” she retorts. “You were together for a while, that’s not —”

“Yes, I’m aware,” you huff, white-hot fear beginning to bubble in the pit of your stomach. You’re not getting out of this one easily. “I just… I wasn’t…”

Kate leans forward, her entire concerned focus on you, and it only makes your heart ache harder. You swallow, hard, looking away. “I wasn’t feeling it anymore, so I broke up with her.”

Kate sits up straighter, eyes widening. “You broke up with her?” she asks incredulously. “You told me she dumped you.”

You shrink back, fumbling, cursing your slip-up. “Um— yeah, that’s what I meant, I don’t— I —”

“You lied to me,” Kate says sadly, retreating into herself a little, playing with her fingers in her lap. Her little shaky exhale tells you she’s genuinely hurt, and you wince as this situation spirals rapidly out of your control.

“No! I— I didn’t mean to,” you say desperately, reaching for her hand, whatever part of her you can touch, needing her to feel your love for her.

“But you did,” she breathes out. Her eyes meet yours, silvery with emotion. “I’m your best friend, aren’t I? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Yes! You are, you are,” you affirm instantly. “You’re the… you’re everything.”

“Then why’d you lie?” she asks softly.

You sigh, tilting your head back, at a loss for what to say. Eventually, in a tiny voice, you confess, “…because there’s someone else.”

Her eyes flash uncertainly. “Like you’ve been seeing someone else?”

You shake your head miserably. “But I really like her,” you whisper. “I think probably love.” You blink, surprised by your own words once you’ve processed them, and Kate looks similarly startled. She hasn’t seen you this vulnerable in a good while.

“Yeah? You think so?” she asks, pulling you in closer, one of your hands between both of hers. You nod slightly, drawn in as ever by the vibrant eyes of the girl you’ve loved for so long. “Tell— uhm— tell me about her. What’s she like? D’you think I’d like her?”

Your eyes light up as you nod, and you’re suddenly a little more animated as you begin to gush about this supposedly mystery girl. “Okay, first of all, she’s like the most talented person I’ve ever met,” you start without hesitation. “She can do like anything, she plays bass, she shoots stuff, she’s so pretty, she dresses so good she’s literally so fine… she makes killer blueberry pancakes,” you grin widely, “she’s so fucking funny, she…”

Throughout your entire spiel, Kate smiles and nods kindly. The more you say, the more she softens, leaning further into you, her thumbs rubbing patterns on the back of your hand like never before.

“…the biggest heart,” you conclude, nodding wisely. “Just like, the loveliest ever soul.”

“Sounds like you like her a lot,” Kate muses, the corners of her lips tugging up ever so slightly. She hesitates, like she wants to say something else, before shaking her head ever so slightly.

“What,” you ask, sitting up straighter, eyes trained on her, “what is it?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head a little harder this time, as if to rid herself of something. “Look, sweetheart, you should get some rest,” she tells you, bringing the glass of water up to your lips again, gently prompting you to finish it off. You nod reluctantly, curling up under the blanket she passes to you, but not tearing your gaze from her for even a moment, even as your eyelids droop.

“What?” she asks as you reach out for her.

“Just wanna… look at you,” you murmur, and her cheeks redden ever so slightly. “Pretty.” You gaze into her eyes for a long moment before screwing yours tightly shut, white-hot frustration beginning to prickle at the corners of your eyes.

“Hey, hey, what is it?” Kate asks gently, catching your wrist in her hand. “You can tell me.”

“I just…” You look so defeated, Kate’s heart aches, and she reaches out to cup your face between her hands. You blink mournfully back up at her, tears beginning to fall messily. “Can’t… I ruin everything.” You sniffle, and Kate wants to cry with you.

“No, you don’t,” she attempts to soothe you. Even as your eyelids flutter with fatigue you continue to cry, making those little sobs in the back of your throat that wrench Kate’s heart out of her chest. “No, look— oh, Y/N —”

She pulls you closer to her, one arm secured around your waist whilst the other soothes over your back. “You’re okay. You’re okay, I promise,” she tells you. You bury your face into the crook of her neck in response, and she holds you. Even in your current state you’re desperate to breathe in her scent, to commit every moment of her warmth to memory.

“I,” you’re eventually able to murmur sleepily into her ear, your breath warm against her neck. “Really, I…”

“You…?” Kate prompts, tracing circles on your back encouragingly.

“Katie,” you murmur, and then you’re out for the count. She sighs, and gently tucks you back in before retreating for the night.

In the morning, you feel your heart crack open.

“Morning,” you mumble as you shuffle into the kitchen, still bleary-eyed.

“Morning, baby,” Kate laughs from her spot by your stove, and your stomach flips at the pet name, as usual. “How’d you feel?”

“Like shit.” You sit down at the kitchen island, and slam your forehead into the tabletop with a ferocity that makes Kate’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Well, I’m making pancakes,” she offers. “You know, the blueberry ones? Apparently they’re your favourite.”

You just kind of nod, only half processing her words. She places painkillers and caffeine down in front of you, and you smile up at her gratefully.

“Thank you for always taking care of me,” you say quietly, after a moment. “It’s not— um, I know I’m a handful sometimes.”

“Yes, you are,” she snorts, but it’s in good spirit. After a moment, she adds, “do you wanna talk about last night, though?”

You freeze, your blood running cold. “What?”

“Last night,” Kate repeats, mildly amused. “You know, you were telling me about this girl you like.”

You swallow. “I— I was?”

“How much do you remember?” she asks, leaning over you as she spoons a couple of pancakes onto your plate. You blink up at her nervously.

“Uhm, the details are a little hazy,” you confess, pushing your food around your plate instead of meeting her eyes. “…why?”

“Well, you seemed pretty serious,” Kate muses, sliding into the seat next to you with her own plate of pancakes. “Think you used the word love, actually, so.”

You grit your teeth, forcing yourself to stay calm, to not show her anything’s wrong. “I… I did?”

“Mhm,” she hums affirmatively around a mouthful of food, and swallows before continuing, “you were full of praise for her. She sounds great.”

Her tone is agonisingly normal, just Kate, with that slight lilt that never lets on whether she’s messing around or if there’s a deeper meaning to her words.

“Okay,” is all you’re able to say quietly muster, your hands shaking ever so slightly as you reach for the syrup.

Kate studies you for a moment before carefully, more gently, speaking again. “…Baby, do I know this girl? Cause if it’s who I’m thinking it is, maybe we should talk about it.”

Your shoulders slump, and you finally dare to look over at her, eyes filling with tears. “I— I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I really tried not to, I didn’t— I ruined —”

“No, no no no,” she interrupts, reaching out for your hand, clasping it between hers. “No, oh my god, you didn’t. I did— I mean, I didn’t —” She fumbles with her words for a moment, and closes her eyes before trying again. “I, uhm, I’m the same. I mean, I feel the same way. About you. I have also— I’ve just been trying to pretend it isn’t… yeah.”

You gaze into her stormy eyes, searching for any trace of a lie, but she looks back at you intently and all you see is her. Finally, you break, leaning your head on her shoulder and crying quietly into her chest. She whispers gentle reassurances, dropping kisses on your head and soothing her hands along your back as you process what she’s telling you. After a moment you look back up at her, and you don’t know who moves first but your lips meet and you’re utterly lost in her. She kisses you with a fervour, with need, desperate to show you how badly she wants you. She kisses you until you lose your breath, until she’s all that fills your lungs and even then she doesn’t stop. When your hand tangles in her hair she groans into your mouth, nipping your bottom lip, before eventually coming back up for air.

“Oh, god,” she whines, her breath coming in pants, and you’re impossibly obsessed with the sound.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” you confess lowly. The way Kate looks down at you, lips ever so slightly parted, sends a thrill through your whole body.

“Me too,” she tells you, voice a few octaves lower than usual, and it makes you feel so many things that you have to lean up to peck her lips again. She smiles gently against you.

“Do you want to… come back to bed with me?” you request shyly, wringing your hands. Her smile only widens.

“On one condition.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s a permanent invitation.” You sense the hope, the meaning to her words and can only nod, grinning stupidly back at her. She lets out a little squeak of happiness and scoops you up into her arms, carrying you bridal style through your apartment. You squirm happily in her arms, littering kisses across her jaw that have her humming quietly into you, and the noise sets you alight. It’s so difficult to fathom that this girl, the girl you have loved for so long, feels the same way about you. You’re in her arms, she’s telling you she loves you. This is what you’ve imagined every night to fall asleep for months.

Later, much later, when it’s dark inside and you’re curled up in her arms, you whisper into the empty air.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” she asks quietly, and you feel every single word she says against your skin.

“For loving me.”

Kate laughs softly, shifting to be able to look at you a little better. “You don’t need to thank me for that, Y/N/N. It’s the easiest thing in the world.”

“Mmm,” is all you say, lost in the depths of her eyes. She butts her forehead against yours softly, reaching out for your hand.

“Thank you,” she says sincerely, “for letting me love you.”

You smile at her, and settle back on her chest, utterly content.

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