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bittywitches · 5 years

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Come Over (Ethan Dolan Fanfic)

A/N: Ethan’s stories abt him being sick made me soft so I wanted to write something abt it :)) Basically Y/N and Ethan have been going out for a while but Ethan isn’t the most expressive when it comes to showing his affection for his gf and he starts to realize that it might acc be a problem...

Ly guys hope you enjoy it <3

Used Tissues were strewn across the bed, falling off onto the floor. Tissue boxes were stacked carelessly on the night table, most of them half empty. Ethan’s almost dead phone was plugged into his wall, and he aimlessly scrolled through his insta feed, his hood over his head and the drawstrings pulled tight. The covers were draped all the way up to his chin. He groaned, his head burning up even more than the day before. being sick was bad enough, but Grayson leaving him to go to the beach just made it that little bit worse. He spent the entire day eating food and lying in bed doing nothing, and it drove him insane. He ached for any sort of human interaction. He even started making conversation with the Halloween decorations.

He went to his contacts and scrolled down until he found the person he was looking for. He pressed call and put the phone on speaker.

“Hey, hon.”

“Hi, cutie.”

His girlfriend laughed. “I think your medicine is making you loopy.”

“Course not, sweetness.”

“Right, sure. What’s up? You feeling any better?”

“No. Grayson abandoned me. I’m so bored. Come over.”

“Babe, I’m in a lecture hall right now.”

“Yea? Why’d you answer your phone?”

“Because it’s not currently going on.”

“Then come over!”

“It’s going to start soon, you dumbass.”

“Ugggghhhh.”

“Shut up, people will hear you.”

“When’s your lecture over?”

“In an hour.”

“Do you have to stay?”

“I’ll come over when it’s finished.”

“Ugh. Fine. BYEEE SUGAR MUFFIN!”

“Oh my god people are staring at me now you’re such an asshole k bye”

She cut the phone, and he laughed out loud. Embarrassing his girlfriend was one of his favourite things to do. He chuckled to himself again, then went back to scrolling through his feed, and finally stopped when his eye caught the familiar face of his favourite girl.

It was a picture she had posted a few hours before, of her and Ethan sitting in front of the campfire they had made the weekend before. They’d gone camping with a few of their friends, and they had an amazing time. Y/N and Ethan were sitting on a log in front of the fire, roasting marshmallows. Ethan’s was already burnt, and Y/N was laughing in the photo while she had her arm linked around his. He looked at how happy she looked, and how dang good she looked with her messy hair and face smeared with the ashes from the fire, and he smiled to himself. He really was the luckiest guy in the world, to have such an amazing girlfriend. He swiped to see the next photo she’d posted, and it was of her kissing him on the cheek while Ethan made the fakest annoyed expression in the world. He cringed, looking at his dumb face next to hers. Her arms were carelessly thrown over him, wrapped around his neck, and her eyes were scrunched tight. One of his arms was wrapped around her, and the other one was still holding his now on fire marshmallow. She had posted it with a caption:

Firstname.Lastname Eww he tastes like sweat and ashes 😣

He snorted.

She was absolutely adorable.

He started typing up a comment:

that’s what you get for kissing me 😈

He read it over, shook his head, then cleared it to write something else:

Your kisses are still the sweetest 😉

He liked that better, and smiled when his phone dinged just a few minutes later:

Firstname.Lastname liked your comment: Your kisses are still the sweetest 😉Firstname.Lastname mentioned you in a comment: @ethandolan 😊❤️

Ethan wished that he didn’t have to look so stupid in the picture. He loved it when Y/N kissed him, he was just too awkward to ever voice that out loud, or show it for that matter. She was just so amazing, and sometimes it seemed like he had no idea how to show her that.

“Why does she have to have her stupid lecture...”

Two hours later, Ethan finally perked up at the sound of the front door opening. He heard the thud of her shoes hitting the floor, the rattle of her keys being thrown onto the table, and then her soft footsteps racing up the stairs. The click of her turning the doorknob, and the creak of his door opening to reveal her, in his old sweatshirt and tights, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, holding some grocery bags.

“Oh my god, you look like hell.”

“Thanks, gorgeous.”

She laughed, walking up to his bed and plopping down beside him. She felt his forehead, and her eyebrows scrunched up.

“What did you do to get yourself this sick in the first place?”

“I ran outside in the middle of the night in nothing but my birthday suit then dived into the pool.” His nasal voice made his sarcastic remark sound funnier than it should have.

“Haha.” She grabbed her bags and began pulling out various assortments of items.

“What’s all this?”

“Just stuff to make you feel better.” She pulled out some hot soup (that Ethan had no idea how she had the time to make), cough drops, more cold medicine, a huge bag of chips, and a small, purple teddy bear, which she placed in front of him.

“Who’s this little guy?”

She grinned. “Just someone to keep you company when you get bored during one of my lectures again.”

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny that he loved the little thing. It was adorable. Like her.

“You know you didn’t have to go to all the trouble of getting this stuff.”

“Well, when you called me you sounded pretty bad.”

“I just missed you.”

She looked at him weirdly for a moment, but then shook her head and began to put the items onto his night table.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Dude.”

“Nothing.”

He shoved her shoulder gently, and she rolled her eyes.

“Do you want soup?”

“Uhuh.”

She opened the container and handed it to him, along with a plastic spoon. He gratefully took it, slurping it down a bit obnoxiously, but she smiled at him nonetheless.

“You know, you’d think that someone with such a nice house and so much storage place would have quick-to-make soup around.”

“Come on, you know soup is like the most boring dish ever.”

She gave him an annoyed look.

“Ah ah ah Babe I need a tish!” He hastily put the bowl onto his night table while trying to hold in his sneeze, while Y/N grabbed the nearest tissue box and handed him one. He sneezed loudly.

“Jesus, that gets really annoying.”

“Yea, I can tell.” She gestured to all of the crumpled up tissues. “This is so nasty, how do you just sleep with all of these surrounding you?”

She grabbed his trash can and began tossing the tissues into the basket.

“Oh babe no that’s gross! You don’t have to-“

“Oh my god just shut up and let me take care of you!”

She gave him a heavy sigh and continued to clean up. Ethan gave her a blank stare, unsure of what to say.

“..Thank you.” He decided on that.

He looked over at him, looking a bit pissed off. “Hey, if you think I was fishing for a-“

“No! Jeez, I’m being serious. You didn’t have to do any of this or even come here at all since I’m assuming you’ve got a lot of work to do, and I’m really thankful for that. For you.”

She blinked. “Seriously, is there something in your medicine?”

“Oh my fucking god!” He flopped back onto his pillow.

“I’m sorry, I’m just not used to..” she waved her hands vaguely. “All this from you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

She finally finished picking up all the tissues, then sat down next to E on the bed. She grabbed the bag of chips and popped it open, then tossed one into her mouth.

“You wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Are you saying I have to get up?”

“Wow okay bye then-“

“No!” He laughed, grabbing her arm to prevent her from getting off the end without him. “I’m kidding. Yes, a movie sounds great.”

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, idly scrolling through the movies on Netflix. Ethan sat across on the other side of the couch, eating more of the chips.

“What about this one?”

“Seen it already.”

She groaned, clicking the remote louder than usual as if to display her annoyance. “You’ve already seen like every movie ever.”

“Well there isn’t much else to do when you're sick.”

“Blegh.”

Y/N rested her chin on her hand. Her ponytail was falling apart a little bit, and little strands fell to float against her cheek. Ethan loved to play with her hair. He’d do it a lot without ever thinking about it. They’d be hanging out with their friends, and he’d just begin fiddling with ends. At one point Y/N had gotten so annoyed by it that she had told him he might as well just braid it instead. But surprisingly to her, Ethan actually liked that idea. And so, she taught him how to do it, and from then on whenever she came over she would end up leaving with her hair braided. She’d always say it annoyed her, but Ethan knew she secretly loved it from the way he saw her smile whenever he did it.

Ethan found himself zoning out, just staring at her as she was looking for a movie for them to watch. Her face, her eyes, her mouth, her nose, her hands, her arms, her back...

“Oh oh! How about this one?”

Y/N startled him back to reality. “Hm? Yea. Sure.”

“God finally.”

To be honest, Ethan wasn’t even sure what they were going to watch.

“Hey, hold on. I’m gonna go get something.” He got up to go head towards his bedroom.

“Get what?”

“A blanket.”

“What? Why?”

“So we can cuddle.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What?”

Ethan shrugged. “I’m cold. And I wanna cuddle.”

Y/N’s mouth hung open for a second, having no idea what to do in this situation.

He wanted to what?

Yea, of course, they’d cuddled before, but he’d never been so bluntly said that he wanted it. She was always so sure that he was embarrassed by it. “Really?”

“Well, Yea.”

She blushed hard, looking away from him and smiling to herself, then looked back

at him. “Okay.”

He smiled at her. “Okay.”

“you are so fucking comfy.” Y/N nestled up closer to Ethan, burying her face into his sweatshirt. Her legs were carelessly thrown on top of him, and Ethan rubbed her thigh under the blanket.

“That is the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“And you should be grateful, mister.”

He chuckled and planted a kiss on Y/N’s forehead. He heard her sigh in content.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting sick from me?”

“Oh, this is definitely worth it.”

“God, you are so cute.”

She blushed. “Babe, what is up with you today?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know...” he stroked his fingers along her back. “Guess I just realized that I don’t appreciate you enough.”

Y/N snorted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ethan repositioned himself so he was facing Y/N, her lying on his arm with her hands pressed up against his chest. “You know, you’re just...”

“I’m what?”

“Amazing.”

Her face turned even more red than before, and Ethan grinned. “Man, I didn’t know I could do that to you so easily.”

“Yea well, you’d know if you tried once and a while.”

As soon as the words left her mouth Y/N covered her mouth with her hands, wishing she could take those words back.

Ethan’s face fell. “Ouch. Guess that was a jab at me, huh?”

“It just came out, I didn’t mean to-“

“No, Y/N. you did.”

“I did not!”

“You did.”

Y/N tried to say something, but the words got caught in her throat. She sighed, pushing the loose strands of hair up and out of her face. “Babe..”

“No, you don’t have to explain yourself. It makes sense, I’m not the greatest with that kind of stuff. I just didn’t know it ever bothered you that much.”

She let her head fall onto the side of the couch. “It doesn’t, not really..” She paused. “I don’t know. It’s just nice when you hear those kinds of things from the person you love, yknow?”

Ethan tucked another peaking strand behind her ear. “I may not say it all the time, but you know that’s how I feel, don’t you?”

“Yea...” she started playing with his drawstrings. “I just... You know how you said you missed me? Well that... it just makes my heart-“ she pressed her hand on top of the place where Ethan’s heart would be, then made an exploding motion with her hands along with a little sound effect. “You know?”

He took her hand and pressed it against his heart again. “Well, if it makes it any better...” he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “You make my heart feel like that every day.”

Y/N beamed at him. She reached up and grabbed his face, then kissed him. Ethan couldn’t help but moan a bit, kissing her back stronger than he ever had. When they finally pulled apart, Y/N looked just as bewildered as he did.

“Where did that come from?”

“I have no clue.”

“Well-“

Before he knew it Y/N was kissing him again, cradling his jaw in her hands. Her eyebrows were furrowed, lost in the feeling of Ethan’s lips against hers. It was like nothing mattered but the two of them, underneath their little blanket.

Ethan pulled away suddenly in some sort of urgency and caught his breath.

“I love you.” He rubbed her cheek. “And I’m sorry that I don’t say it enough.”

Y/N breathed out, smiling at him wide.

“I’m probably definitely going to get sick.”

“Y/N!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” She pecked him on the lips.

“I love you too.”

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buckymcbuttfacebarnes · 6 years

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Bashful Creatures (2)

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: around 2.5k

Summary: Y/N feels herself beginning to fall in love with her best friend.

Warnings: y’all this thing is fluff galore, lots of pining, super cute

A/N: wassup gangsters, a couple of y’all asked for a part two to this! so here it is!! ill probably do one more part to this? or if yall got any requests for like two pining characters i could make the bashful creatures series just a bunch of cute pining stories lol!!! that would be kinda cool. thank y’all for taking the time to read!<3

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You hadn’t even noticed that you had been staring until Nat nudged your back roughly with the toe of her sneaker, snatching you from your reverie.

“Christ, could you just stop it already?”

“Stop what?” you asked defensively, standing from your seated position on one of the mats. Hostility was the easiest way to hide your embarrassment. Unfortunately, it was a pretty transparent mechanism. Your hand rubbed soothingly at the spot on your lower back that Nat had assaulted. “You didn’t have to kick me.”

“I didn’t kick you, it was a nudge. Don’t be a baby.” Your mouth opened to protest, but she cut you off quickly. “Listen, quit making eyes at Barnes. Those wistful stares are making me sick. You’ve been doing that for the past forty-five minutes.”

Your eyes rolled in response, denial rising in your throat like bile. “It wasn’t a ‘wistful stare’. And I wasn’t even staring at Bucky, I was watching them spar. I was analyzing, collecting data, watching and learning.” The lie spilled out of you easily and smoothly...Nat wasn’t the only person you had to constantly lie to about your feelings for Bucky. Your own brain was suspicious of your heart’s supposed desires.

You placed your hands on your hips, your gaze returning to Bucky, who was sparring with Sam. His movements were bouncy, sprightly—which could only be attributed to a good night’s rest. There was a playfulness in his tentative jabs, which Sam was happy to play along with. When Sam threw a hopeful fist, Bucky dodged the blow with an incredible swiftness, like he was had already calculated which move Sam was going to make next. Unlike Sam’s, his body was relaxed. Broad shoulders only squared slightly, he shifted buoyantly on the balls of his feet like a cocky boxer.

“Well, I hope you’ve taken some good notes,” the redhead grinned.

“What does tha—”

“Hey, boys!” she called, ignoring your sudden pleas to get her to shut up. “Y/N’s got Bucky next on the mat.”

Your cheeks grew warm with a rush of embarrassment and you whispered a discreet (and very vicious) “Fuck you” to your unruly friend through gritted teeth. If you could kill Nat, you totally would, but the sight of Bucky sending you that gleaming grin—despite being in the midst of a fight—prevented you from doing so. Damn it.

You could almost see Bucky growing bored, Sam growing tired. He was a predator, simply teasing its helpless, yet tenacious prey. It took him less than a full ten seconds for him to bring Sam down onto the mat and pin him down. It was in Bucky’s smle, it had been a playful game, played until he wore Sam out. Until he wanted a new challenge. You were unsure how much of a challenge you might prove to be. Bucky was strong and today, was on the top of his game. You were positive he would have you down in one minute flat.

“Alrighty, doll,” he called out to you, holding his arms out wide and turning in a slow circle on the mat. “Let’s go!”

Nat patted your back encouragingly, a sickeningly hellish grin on her face.

“Fuck you.”

She laughed loudly at your profane comment. “I heard you the first time.”

As you stood on the mat with Bucky, your self-consciousness ebbed away, seeming to dissolve into the feeling of fondness you got whenever he came near you. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, catching the light in some new abstract way as he hopped around the mat. You replicated his motions with ease, it was one of your abilities; mimicry. It worked to confuse the opponent, but it only worked for so long. Your ability to adapt made you a far fiercer competitor than you gave yourself credit for.

“So what’s got you so happy?” You asked, ducking your head to dodge a swipe of his closed fist.

“What’s got you so happy?” he returned the question with raised eyebrows. “You haven’t stopped smiling since you got on this damn mat. You’re that confident that you can beat my ass?”

Had you been smiling this whole time? You hadn’t noticed. You were too focused on his chipper attitude. And his smile. And his lower lip caught between his teeth. And the way that lock of hair kept falling into his eyes, despite him pushing it back fervently. And not getting your ass handed to you.

“I’m just smiling. Want me to stop?” A few more blocked jabs. He ducked and turned and chuckled, still he bounced. Bubbly and light, trying to keep you on your toes. The two of you moved in incredible sync, giggling for no reason as you circled the mat, gazes fixed on one another, searching for the slightest twitch of a muscle—the tell of the next move.

“No, doll, nev—” He caught your ankle mid-air, inches from connecting with his jaw. “Really?”

Your eyes went wide with surprise, his metal hand wrapped firmly around your ankle. He didn’t even give you time to wrench it out of his grip. He had you laid flat out on your stomach with the simple twist of his vibranium wrist.

“Shit,” you gasped in attempt to regain the air that had been knocked from your chest upon impact. You were reluctant to get up and resorted to rolling over onto your back. Your chest heaved, expanding with air. You winced, feigning pain. Milking it just a little bit.

Bucky’s eyes were unsympathetic at first. They peered down at you curiously, mocking suspicion. “Well? You just gonna lay there?” he taunted with a playful grin. “I know you saw that coming, doll.”

“I didn’t think you were actually gonna do it.” You frowned up at him. It was all in jest, he knew you weren’t fragile. Neither was he. Not physically, at least.

He held out his hand to you and you gratefully took it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. His smile was so big that his eyes crinkled at the corners, his hand still clasped yours, the metal cool against your hot palm. “You usually put up more of a fight than this, I expected more of a challenge.” He released your hand, turning away.

The moment he had his back turned you reeled your arm backwards to take a final, unsuspected swing at him, but as he often did, he caught you before you could. His hand gripped your wrist, upon his lips was a knowing grin. “God, Y/N, you really are somethin’, but you really need to get new tricks. So damn predictab—oof!” Bucky hit the ground with a resounding thud, flat on his back. His blue eyes were wide and his lips were parted; stunned. You were unable to hold back the flood of laughter that erupted from your lips, echoing through the gym.

“‘So damn predictable,’” you paused, breathless from your uncontrollable laughter. “‘I know you saw that coming, doll.’”

An exasperated sigh blew past his lips and his eyes fluttered shut. When he made a move to get up, you placed a halting foot on his chest and kept laughing. You laughed until your sides ached. “Should have seen...your face,” you managed to say in between giggles. Tears stung your eyes, and you wiped them away with the heel of your hand.

“Are you done yet?”

You paused and took a thoughtful, shuddering breath. “No, hold on. I think I got a few more laughs left,” you snickered.

He gripped your ankle again, and roughly pulled your foot from his chest, the force making you stumble a little.

“Hilarious, really.” His voice was even, monotonous—only making you laugh harder. He could only feign annoyance for so long, soon he was begrudgingly laughing too. “Quit cacklin’. Let’s go, you punk.” He wrapped a heavy arm around your shoulders, which you shrugged off. He looked to you with confusion.

Your nose wrinkled, “You smell pretty foul, Buck.”

He laughed, taking that comment as some sort of request to be pulled closer to him. He held you close now in an iron grip, your face pressed against his hard chest. He ignored your cries for release. You kicked and flailed, tugging his arm off of you, but he still held you tight. He wouldn’t let you go if his life depended on it.

“Jeez, Y/N, what’s cookin’ inside that big head of yours?” His voice was like a gentle breeze, refreshing and cool. “I think there’s steam coming out of your ears.”

It was late in the evening, you and Bucky were seated across from one another at your favorite Chinese restaurant—your shared escape from the rest of the team. A red glow from the neon light strung above your table illuminated his statuesque features. The dark shadows cast by the dismal lighting worked to carve out his already chiseled face. The square of his jaw, the barely-there cleft in his chin, prominent cheekbones—hidden slightly by his neatly trimmed beard. Was it wrong to notice such beautiful things about a friend? No, you thought decidedly, just because he’s your best friend doesn’t mean he’s not beautiful.

“Huh?”

“I asked what’s goin’ on. You seem so out of it, everything alright?”

No. Everything is not alright because I love you.

“Everything is fine.”

He had taken your thoughtful pause as a sign of apprehension. “No, nope. Something’s bugging you. C’mon,” his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lower lip, “tell ol’ Buck what’s goin’ on.”

“Everything’s fine, really,” you smiled widely, to reassure him.

“You forget that I know you. I can read you like the back of my hand,” he held up his flesh hand, flexing his fingers with a goofy smile. “Really, doll. You can tell me.”

You considered it. What would you say? I love you.

What would he say? I love you too.

No James, I mean I love you. Like, really love.

And I love you too, like really love.

No. I love you. For real. Romantically.

Oh.

“I was just thinking about how happy you were today, that’s all. I was watching you, when you were sparring with Sam. It was just funny, that’s all.”

“Yeah? What’s so funny about it?” He asked through a mouthful of lo mein.

“I haven’t seen you like that in a while. You just seemed so...I don’t know. Just happy, I guess.”

“I was.”

You shoveled a spoonful of rice into your mouth and nodded.

“I am,” he corrected with a wide grin, swallowing his food. He didn’t need to clarify, but the fact that he did made your heart glow with love. “It’s what a good night’s rest will do.”

“I know,” you laughed. “You should sleep more often. It’s reassuring to know that you’re more than just some cranky bastard.” Had it been anyone else making that joke, it wouldn’t have been taken with the same lighthearted amusement. You were the one that stayed up into the early hours of the morning when Bucky couldn’t sleep. You were the one that held him when he felt afraid. You were the one that welcomed him to your bed, in the most innocent sense of the words, whenever he needed you. You had the right to make these jokes because you dealt with each and every facet of Bucky. The good, the bad, the ugly—he was beautiful to you all the same.

The two of you ate until your bellies couldn’t hold anymore; each of you growing drowsy, ready for bed. You began the trek back to the tower hand in hand, but halfway through, when he’d grown tired of your incessant complaining, he allowed you to climb onto his back. His hands hooked beneath your thighs, your arms wrapped tight around his neck. You nuzzled your cheek against the side of his head and yawned.

“You’re a real crybaby, y’know?”

Back at the tower, the two of you showered...separately, much to your secret chagrin. Bucky knocked on your door before entering and flopped down onto his side of the bed.

“Can’t get enough of me today, huh?” you asked with a lift of an eyebrow.

He was grinning boyishly at you, a knowing look glittering in his azure orbs.

“What?”

“Another one of my shirts, huh?”

“Another night in my room, huh?” you quipped playfully. “You’re the idiot that keeps leaving them here.”

“You could just return them.”

“You could stop leaving them here.”

“Hm. That’s fair,” he said decidedly, settling further into his pillow.

You flopped down beside him, lying on your stomach. “So what’re we watching tonight?”

“No movie tonight. Fuck Leo. Let’s just sleep.”

“Get out.”

“What? Wait! Hold on—we can talk, then sleep. We can even talk about Leo if you wanna.”

You ended up settling for that. After turning off the lights, you settled into bed beside him. It was so dark you could barely see him, you almost considered opening the blinds just a little bit. Just to see the pale light of the moon wash over his skin. You didn’t. Instead, you listened to his soft breaths beside you, he had reached out to hold your hand. Warmth sourced from your clutching hands flooded your entire body, made your hairs stand on end. He liked to touch you when he was trying to sleep, he said it helped him sleep. The wishful part of you believed that it was more than that. He liked to touch you simply for the sake of feeling your skin against his. Doubt tended to debunk this theory, perhaps any sort of skin-to-skin contact truly helped him sleep.

He squeezed your hand gently and shifted, releasing your hand to instead wrap an arm around you protectively. You had no idea that he longed for you the same way you longed for him.

“Wanna know somethin’?” he whispered.

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” he began. You felt his chest rise and fall with the release of a sigh. “You can’t laugh.”

“I won’t.”

“I mean it, Y/N. It’s...kind of stupid,” he warned before he hesitantly continued. “Sometimes, when we’re together, I get this weird feeling. Like a certain...familiarity. I don’t know.”

You hummed in response, urging him to continue. He only ever seemed to open up when it was solely the two of you. Completely alone in the comfort of your familiar bed. This was when you saw saw beneath the beautiful exterior and into the mysterious vortex that was Bucky Barnes—the good, the bad, the ugly. Sometimes you would get lost in it, get lost in him. The way he threw his head back when he laughed. The way he said your name as if it were the first time, testing the word out on his lips carefully as if it were fragile china. Sometimes he’d say it twice, simply because he liked the sound of it.

“I just...I just know that this is good. For me. You know...for you. I feel it.” He chose his words carefully, you could sense the slight apprehension in each one of them. The heartfelt intent behind them was palpable, you were too happy to even analyze what they truly meant. In the darkness, you were beaming. You were glad he couldn’t see your smiling face and the warm blush of your cheeks. He did not need to know that your heart was fluttering in your rib cage like a startled bird and that in your belly was the tug of the fondness you felt for him. He did not need to know that those words meant everything and more to you. He did not need to know that you were in love with him.

part 3

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