your friend ava

1 | Freak

BTS X READER [COLLEGE!AU | THRILLER!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,967

series warnings: mature themes, violence, blood and gore, murder, emotional manipulation, bullying, mental health deterioration, eventual smut and substance abuse. this chapter contains strong language. 

Originally posted by cuteguk

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Admired, beautiful, sophisticated and elite. Undeniably the most popular girl at university, girls wanted to be you and guys wanted to be with you. There was no doubt that being at the top of the social hierarchy came with it’s premium advantages; you were always dressed head-to-toe in the most luxurious designer fabrics, you had enough money in the bank to buy yourself a small country and your family were one of the richest in Maplebank; an affluent suburb of Princeton, New Jersey; situated a short forty minute drive from Princeton University, the Ivy League school you and your high society friends attended.

As an aspiring columnist you were in your final year of your English degree, working two days a week at the local and somewhat infamous magazine and online gossip forum, The Exhibit. Friends joked about you being twenty-one and living with your parents, but you couldn’t bare the thought of staying in those filthy dorms again, during your first year you had to share a room with Kim Taehyung, a lowly scholar student who always had his head buried in a textbook. Admittedly he wasn’t the problem, Taehyung was such a kind and considerate person, but the thick limescale build up inside the plumbing and the cracked windows deterred you from returning the following school year.

Living with your parents didn’t bother you as they spent most of their time away from home on business; often travelling to different countries for long periods of time, leaving you and your older brother Yoongi alone inside the modern Georgian house that they had purchased six years ago. Yoongi was rarely in the house as he owned a music production company and the AGUSTD recording studios were a few miles out so you were mostly home alone. Both you and your brother drove Range Rover Sport Evoque’s; his being matte black and yours brilliant white as they patiently sat on the driveway until your next commute.

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Happy first day of Spring, friend! We’re celebrating the occasion the same way we celebrate every occasion: By starting a new book!

Imagine Chris realizing he’s in-love with you.

A/N: This is Part 4A. (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B) A huge shoutout to Ava, my best friend, who is beyond amazing. Thank you for letting me write you, I am truly honored you trusted me to. @chrisevans-imagines I’ve got nothing but love for you, girly ❤️ I had a lot of free time on my hand today sitting in a dentistry.

Chris stood outside your apartment door with his letter for you and a bouquet of your favorite flowers- red roses- in his hand. His clammy fist hovered over the door, unable to knock as he was too nervous. May was coming; he was about to leave to film Infinity War and he was going to be gone for nine months. Nine months. That was a long time for him to not see you, considering how you’d spent time together every day of the last sixty-five days. For two people who claimed they weren’t dating, the two of you did a lot of things couples did. You’d meet for meals and have movie nights, and if it was held at your apartment- your best friend and roommate, Ava, would spend the whole night teasing the both of you. He’d keep you company while you worked at your university’s library, and you’d keep him company while he worked out at his gym. He’d hang out in the restaurant you were working at when you had to do late night shifts or close, so you wouldn’t be alone and he could drive you home. Some days, you’d just call to meet for coffee or ice-cream so you could simply ask the other about their day.

Other than not having the romantic benefits of an actual couple, the two of you were a couple. Those around you didn’t understand why the two of you wouldn’t just have the talk and become an actual couple; Ava, especially. The conversation you had with her last week was still seared in your mind, she’d made some pretty solid points that you consistently tried and failed to argue with.

“As adorable as the both of you are, you are insufferable.” She’d said to you and you’d sighed because you knew she was right. “Honestly, Y/N. He likes you and you like him, so why are you making it more complicated than it has to be? Just grab the man and kiss him already.”

“It’s not that simple, Ava.”

“How is it not that simple?” She pressed with a frown. “Do you not see the way he looks at you? He likes you and he wants to be with you. Trust me and go pursue that relationship, you’re going to be dating Chris Evans! That’s like a dream come true for us fan girls, for you.”

“Exactly,” you argued and she frowned, confused by your comment. “I’m just a fan,” you elaborated before she could ask you to. “What if I’m not with him for the right reasons? What if I’m not good enough for him? I’m just a fan, Ava,” you repeated. “I’m nobody compared to him.”

“Lovely,” she chuckled as she took your hands in hers. “I’ve known you for a while now, and we’ve always said that we know each other better than anyone else knows us so- you need to hear me when I say this.” You sighed because you knew what she was going to say. “You are not just a fan, you are an amazing human being that Chris would be lucky to date. He’s just a guy, okay? And if you’re just a fan of his, then what is he to you? He’s a fan of your work too, but that’s not making him feel less about himself. You are in-love with him, and if you think you’re only in-love with him because he’s Chris Evans- you’re not as smart as I thought.” You sighed again and you heard her sigh too, “he’s still here, isn’t he? He wouldn’t be if he didn’t care for you.”

“Yeah, or maybe he’s here because of my stories.” You countered. “Maybe he’s here to see if I’m like the girl in the story he loves so much.” Her face prompted a point from your irrational thoughts. “So what if I’m not the girl he thought me to be? I can’t lose him, Ava. I’d rather have him in my life as a friend than not have him in my life at all.”

“You’re right,” she nodded and released your hands. “You’re nothing like the girl in the story.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you said nothing. “You’re a thousand times better.” She said and you smiled. “But- if you don’t want to take that risk and be with him then- don’t. It’s your choice and you know I’ll always respect your choices.” You smiled and gave her elbow a grateful squeeze. “Even if it’s dumb,” you heard her murmur under the breath as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Yeah, I heard that!” You called, biting back your smile.

“Yeah, I meant for you to,” she called back.

A week later, after Ava had a similar but slightly more subtle conversation with Chris while you were in the shower, here he was at your door. Because Ava was right, as always; the two of you liked each other and it was for all the right reasons. It was completely understandable that what brought you together birthed some doubts and insecurities, but surely all of the time you’d spent together had cleared your minds of it.

Chris liked you- loved you even, and he was done being just friends. You were an amazing girl and if he left for nine months without telling you he loved you, and you got swept off your feet by another man- he would be devastated. Just like you were after reading the latest tabloids about him and Scarlett Johansson being a thing. Which was why-

“Chris,” you gasped when you opened the door. He took a step back, as stunned as you; he hadn’t expect you to open the door, nor did you expect him to be standing outside. “What are you doing here?” You asked, slinging the strap of your little purse over your shoulder as you glanced at your phone which had just buzzed in your hand.

“Oh um- I just…” He trailed off, swallowing, unable to say what he wanted to. He was nervous, and he was distracted because you were dressed up like you were going on a date. And you were- with Sam, a boy in your class- but you didn’t mention anything to Chris, which was why he was confused. “Where are you going?”

You didn’t want to tell him you were going on a date because a small part of you still held onto the hope that you had a chance with him. You were afraid- terrified even, that if you told him about Sam, that door would close forever. You thought about lying, until you remembered you read that he was allegedly dating his oldest friend and brilliantly talented co-star, Scarlett Johansson- a woman you could never, ever surpass. So why couldn’t you tell him? After all, what was the harm in telling him, your friend?

“I’m going on a date.” The words felt so heavy coming out of your mouth; the excitement you had when you agreed to coffee with Sam faded the second you saw Chris. “His name is Sam, he’s in my class.” The more you explained, the more Chris’ heart ached. He subtly slipped the letter into his back pocket and lowered the bouquet to his side; he was too late. “Are those…for me?” You quizzed with a raised brow.

“Uh- no,” he shook his head with a forced smile; he had to pretend he was okay because he didn’t want to ruin your date. “These are for Ava, she um- she mentioned the other day that her mom wasn’t doing too well, I think um- I don’t know, so…” He trailed off in a weary tone; he couldn’t even find it in himself to lie properly.

“What?” Your eyes narrowed with deep concern as you mentally questioned why your best friend didn’t mention anything to you. “That’s crazy. She didn’t-” Ava had heard the commotion and walked out from her room; she poked her head over your shoulder and you turned to her, frowning. “Your mom’s sick?” You asked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because she’s not,” she answered, frowning.

“Didn’t you say she was um- she hurt her back or something?” Chris quickly spoke up; his eyes begged her to go along with his lie when you looked away from him. “I remember you feeling really down, which is why I brought you these.” He held out the bouquet and Ava took it, even though she knew the flowers were for you. “Anyway, I should go. Um-” he scratched the back of his neck, “I’ve got errands to run.”

“Stay, please,” Ava stopped Chris before he could run away. “I’d like to talk to you about something before you run off. Surely your errands can wait,” she said with a look in her eyes that only she and Chris understood.

Your phone buzzed in your hand again and you knew Sam had arrived and was waiting for you in his car downstairs. “You kids have fun, I gotta go. We’ll call your mom later and send my regards,” you suggested and Ava nodded. “Are you sure about this outfit?” You asked her, one final time before you left.

“Yes,” she smiled at you then looked over your shoulder at Chris, trying not to sigh at his heavy expression. She knew exactly how he felt, she’d had her fair share of seeing someone she loved with someone else. Oddly, she didn’t feel bad about seeing her best friend with her celebrity crush; that was just the kind of selfless person she was and you loved her for it. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, love.” You smiled then patted Chris’ arm as you brushed past him. He opened his mouth to stop you, but stopped himself before he could. He was too late, you looked happy and he couldn’t ruin that for you. “I’ll see the two of you later!”

The second you faded from view, Ava beckoned Chris inside; he walked in with slumped shoulders and heavy steps. She held the bouquet for him to take back then closed the door behind him. He stood in your living room, shuffling his feet as he tried not to kick himself at his bad timing.

“She’s only going on a date because she thinks you’re dating Scarlett Johansson,” Ava told him and his head shot up, a deep frown on his face. “Did you not see the tabloids? It’s everywhere, she was pretty bummed.”

“Why would I date Scarlett?” He frowned. “She’s one of my oldest friends, she’s like a sister to me. We don’t have that kind of a relationship.” Ava nodded in agreement because she’d told you the same thing. “I mean- we tried, but we realized we didn’t feel that way about each other. Wait- so she’s going on a date to spite me?”

“What? No! What is wrong with you?” Ava scolded then chuckled softly at his sheepish look. “She’s going on a date to distract herself from you. She likes you, Chris. If you can’t tell from the way she writes about you, then boy are you dumb. She’s just worried she’s not good enough for you, which is absolutely-”

“Ridiculous,” he finished for her. “Not good enough for me? What the fuck does that even mean? She’s amazing.” A smile formed on his lips as he began talking about you. “She’s so kind and sweet and beautiful and strong and funny and talented and-” he cut himself off, sighing. “And I’m in-love with her.”

“Yes you are,” Ava nodded. “And she’s in-love with you too.” She chuckled when she heard him sigh again, “relax. It’s not too late, she’s not even that interested in Sam. She’s just going because she’s too nice to tell him, ‘sorry, but I’m in-love with someone else.’ Just leave that letter you have in your pocket here and I’ll pass it on to her.”

Chris felt his eyes narrow as he reached into his back pocket, “how do you know that this is for her?” He asked as he pulled out the letter he’d spent days writing and refining; he didn’t know how you got stories out without hours. “Here,” he passed it to Ava, who took it with a light laugh.

“Because I’m a writer, and so far- this entire thing has been like a very adorable and very complicated little mini series.” She commented and he managed a smile. “But luckily for you, Chris, we’re over the hump. Things should be smooth sailing from here on out, as long as the two of you talk. God, if the two of you had just talked like I’d advised- this could’ve all been avoided. That poor boy, Sam wouldn’t lose the most wonderful girl to the perfect guy without explanation.”

“Thanks, Ava,” Chris smiled. “I can see why Y/N loves you so much, you are a good friend to her.”

“I’m her best friend,” Ava corrected with great emphasis and Chris nodded in acknowledgment with pursed lips; the tone Ava used said one thing and one thing only, “don’t fuck with my best friend or I’ll kill you”. Then she repeated it in words so Chris got the point, “which means I will kill you if you hurt her in any way, do you understand?”

“Believe me,” he assured her, “I’d kill me too if I hurt her.”

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Part 4B

Asking For It [6/?]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, arguing, sister trouble, and basically shit gets ugly.

A/N: Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged?

From the beginning

Your life couldn’t get more perfect, an Avenger, engaged to Steve Rogers, your life was better than you planned. That is till your twin sister shows up, shady as they come you knew better than to trust her. Mirrored features, but two completely different people. She’s stirring up trouble in your perfect life, but what happens when Buck falls hard for her and you know she’s up to no good?Can you convince him she’s bad news before he’s too far into her web?

You are chewing on the red straw in your drink as you watch Ava and Buck flirt, he leans in whispering something to her, she nods grinning at him before grabbing his hand, you cringe as they slip from the stools heading for the dance floor. Ava spines on her toes before pressing her backside into the front of Buck and they start to move together.

“God.” You mutter as both you and Steve grab for the shot glasses on the table throwing them back quickly. Nat follows looking a little salty as she glares at Ava and Buck, flipping her shot glass she sets it on the table upside down.

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Preference #14 Cock Block

|Liam|

For the last couple days, Harry was living with you and Liam while his house was being renovated. You both didn’t mind having Harry around, but it was killing the sexual tension around the house with you and Liam. Your sex life had been expectantly cut short.  

“Liam, please,” you begged once again.

“It’s only for one more week, babe,” Liam reminded you, walking into the kitchen with him. “We can do whatever you want then.

“I know; I just miss doing certain things with you around the house,” you sighed, wrapping you arms around his neck. “Things like coming home and spending personal time with you or making breakfast in your t-shirts after what I would call a very eventful night,” you said below whisper.

“Y/N…” He softly warned. He tried not looking at you directly because he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

“Or lazy Saturdays in bed with me asleep on your chest or me screaming your name any where in the house because of how good you make me feel when you fuck me,” you moaned with a hot breathe against his neck.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned before crashing his lips on yours. He backed you up onto the table with his hands tight on your waist. “Harry will be back in an hour, babe, so can be as loud as you want for me,” Liam reminded you while lifting up your shirt, throwing it behind him, and sucking on your collarbone.

You closed your eyes in pure bliss as each mark Liam made felt like fire on your skin. You gripped his biceps, trying to stay on the table. “Baby, please, I need more.” You begged, laying your back on the table.

“Tell me what you want,” He told you with his forehead pressed up on yours.

“I kinda want you guys to stop since I eat there with you,” Harry said, walking to the fridge, stopping you and Liam in your tracks.

Liam was quick to cover you up by shielding your body with his. You had a complete look of terror in your eyes.

“Harry! I thought you were going out for like an hour!” you yelled, frantically putting on your shirt that had been thrown on the floor.

“I came back early,” he simply replied, grabbing a water.

“You could of least said something,” Liam shot back.

“What’s the fun in that?” Harry chuckled. “Baby, please, I need more.” he mimicked in a high pitched voice.

“Get out of here!” you yelled, shoving him.

“Someone has to keep you kids in line.”

“We could just kick you out of our home and make you stay at a hotel and tell fans about it,” Liam threatened.

“I’ll be in my room,” Harry decided before walking away.

You sighed in frustration.

“Just one more week babe,” Liam repeated. “Just one.”

|Niall|

“Niall, can you pass me new sheets for the guest room,” you called out. 

Your parents wanted to visit you and Niall ever since you moved in together. They were actually surprised to hear you and Niall were moving in together. You were quickly trying to clean the house since it was last minute. You wanted to make a good impression with Niall’s home since they only met him once. They liked him, but it was once. 

“Babe, these sheets aren’t even dirty,” Niall said, handing you the new white sheets. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just I’m nervous,” you sighed, sitting on the bed. “They have never been at your house before, and they wanna know why in the hell does their little girl wanna move in with her boyfriend of barely over a year, and what’s so special and I just don’t want to disapp-” you panicked before Niall cut you off by putting his lips on yours. 

This was always his favorite way to call you down. All your worries seemed to melt away just by the kiss of his lips. 

“Stop stressing. You’ve been cleaning for days, and it’s perfect; you’re perfect,” he reassured you. “Just relax,” he whispered with his lips barely touching yours. 

You pulled him in, closing the small gap in between you both. He hovered over you and had hand placed on your cheek and the over your bra under your shirt. 

“Maybe we could give a reason for these sheets to be washed, yeah?” he asked making you blush. 

You smiled before backing up onto the bed, laying you head on the pillows. Niall grabbed your thighs to stop your movement. You giggled when the pad of his fingers went up your thighs. 

“This needs to be quick, baby,” you reminded him, propping yourself with your elbows. 

“Don’t stress and just relax, Y/N,” he repeated. He quickly undid your jeans as you slipped off your shirt. Before you could you take off anything of Niall’s, you heard the doorbell ring throughout the house. 

“Niall, my parents are here!” you exclaimed, pushing him off you. 

“Shit uh I’ll get them and you can get dressed,” he said, throwing you your shirt. “Is it gonna be like this while they’re here?” he asked with a small pout. 

“Probably but you’ll mange,” you said, pushing him out the guest room. 

“I’ll find a way, Y/N. Don’t you worry,” he laughed before walking down stairs to greet your parents at the door.

“I wasn’t concerned.” 

|Zayn|

“Zayn, where do you have to go today?” you asked with regret. 

When Zayn got off touring, you thought you both would finally have some alone time and together. You were wrong. When he got back, he had interviews, award shows, album releasing, and a music video. Your patience was running thin, but you waited. 

“I have absolutely nothing to do today,” Zayn said while walking into the bedroom. You felt yourself light up like a Christmas tree. 

“Seriously, babe?” you smiled, feeling yourself get excited. 

“Yes and I really just want to spend the day with my girl,” he smiled, taking your hands into his. He softly rubbed his thumb across your hand. “I’m sorry about the last couple weeks,” he apologized. 

“You don’t have to apologize for being at work Zayn; I understand. It’s just that I miss us; I miss you,” you whispered. 

“Show me how much you missed me,” he smirked before kissing you. 

It had been five long months of not touching or kissing him like this. He guided you to the bed to gently lay you down. 

“Let me show how much I missed you,” he said while slipping off your shirt and kissing around your collar bone. Your eyes closed in complete bliss under Zayn’s touch. Your fingers ran through his black hair. 

“Zayn!” an Irish voice yelled through the house, making Zayn freeze in his place. 

“Is that Niall?” you asked. 

“I don’t know why he’s here,” he groaned, handing you your shirt off the floor. 

“There you are,” Niall said with Louis right behind him. 

“Uh yeah, what are you guys doing here?” Zayn asked, trying fix his hair. 

“You said Niall and I could come over and watch the game last week,” Louis reminded him. 

“Yeah and we brought pizza,” Niall mentioned. 

You in looked at Zayn, waiting for him to say something. “Guys, Y/N and I were actually-" 

"No Zayn, it’s fine,” you said cutting him off. “Go and have fun,” you decided before kissing him on his cheek and walking to the bathroom. 

You heard Zayn groan before saying something to Louis and Niall. He walked behind you before saying, “Y/N, come on, Y/N, I’m sorry.” 

"You said you didn’t have any plans today,” you reminded him. 

“I forgot, babe,” he said, hugging you from behind. “They can leave. I really want you,” he said with a hot breath on your neck. “I need you." 

"You can blame your boys,” you giggled, pushing him out.

|Harry|

“Dinner was great and today was great,” you smiled as you and Harry drove up to your house. 

Today was your birthday, and it had been perfect with Harry from start to finish. You had your favorite doughnuts for breakfast and you had lunch with your friends while Harry made reservations for the two of you for dinner. He was the ringleader to the perfect day. 

“Anything for you, and it was my pleasure,” he smiled as you both got out the car. 

“I can honestly say this was one of best birthdays I have had in awhile,” you said as he walked you to your front door. 

“You deserve the best and only the best, Y/N,” he said before kissing your cheek. “And tonight doesn’t have to end here,” he mentioned as you stopped by your front door. 

“What did you have in mind then, Mr. Styles?” you asked, playing with the collar of his jacket. 

“What ever you want tonight birthday girl. You call the shots,” he smirked before kissing you sweetly. 

You felt your back hit your door making you moan. He smiled into the kiss before kissing down to your neck, quickly sucking on your sweet spot. 

“Harry,” you whispered running your hands through his hair. “I have to open the door,” you said, trying to get your keys out to open the door. 

“Well hurry up,” he said, hugging you from behind and putting his head on your shoulder. 

You fumbled with the keys before opening up the door to come face to face with your dark flat. 

“Now you can meet me up stairs because I have one more surprise gift for the birthday girl before we get started,” he smirked pressing you against him. 

All the lights suddenly turned on before the sound of many people yelled, “Surprise!” A group of your friends and family yelled, scaring you and Harry both. 

“Happy Birthday Y/N!” your best friend, Ava, smiled hugging you. 

“Ava, I thought I left you a voice mail that said the surprise was off. I mean I didn’t even see any cars outside.” Harry said nervously trying to straighten himself up. 

“I didn’t get your message and we carpooled, and we didn’t park near the house,” she smiled. “But you guys can go tidy yourselves up upstairs. You look kinda rough,” Ava joked letting you both go up stairs. 

“We can do something really quick,” Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around you. “Just a quickie. Something! 

"Harry, my parents, friends, and your band mates are waiting on us,” you reminded him, pushing him off. 

“Y/N!” Harry whined. 

“Just a couple hours.” You smiled, fixing his hair. 

|Louis|

You had just put down your five month old son for his afternoon nap before you came down stairs. You were snuggled up on the couch with your book waiting on Louis to come home. You heard the sound of the back door open. 

“Y/N, is game still on?” Louis asked walking into the living room. 

“No, it ended about thirty minutes ago,” you answered, making him sigh. “But I recorded it for you,” you smiled, putting down your book and standing up to meet him. 

“And that’s why I love you,” he said kissing your cheek. “But where’s Drew?" 

"I just put him down for his nap and now it’s just us,” you smiled putting your arms around his neck. 

“But what about the game?” he asked, pulling you in closer by your waist. 

“We can either watch the game or we can see what you can do with me in your football jersey upstairs because I may or may not of heard you talking about that with Niall the other week,” you mentioned pulling him closer. “I personally prefer option number two, but it’s totally your choice,” you whispered in his ear. 

He softly moaned before crashing his lips on yours. The kiss was desperate and hungry considering the fact it has been almost a month since you and Louis have been intimate. Between you working, Louis working, and taking care of Drew, there was only a small time for just you and Louis. 

“How about you go up stairs, slip my jersey on, and be ready for me when I get up there,” Louis mumbled against you skin. 

“Just your jersey? Nothing else?" 

"You know what to do and if you aren’t ready when I get up there-” he began before a small cry came from up stairs, drawing you attention away from Louis.

“No no no no no,” Louis whined. 

“Louis, I’m sorry, but our son is crying,” you laughed ,leading him up stairs.

“But he doesn’t know how long it has been since I have been able to show his mommy how much I love her in the way we both love,” he sighed. 

“He’ll be able to sleep better as he gets older, and when he is able to, then we can have our time,” you reminded him before his phone started ringing. “And that’s probably some type of business call, isn’t it?” you said as he checked his phone and he groaned. 

“I’ll put Drew to sleep while you take that call,” you smiled before heading to Drew’s room.

The sun was warm on your back as you waited for Michael to meet you. It’d been a while since you’d laid eyes on your best friend between the tour and your busy life. But you always tried to meet him at least once a month if not only to grab a coffee and see how his daughter was. You and Michael had drifted a little when he’d started dating Ava’s mother, she hadn’t liked you much and vice versa. So you bowed out and threw yourself into your work while you tried to act like you didn’t miss your best friend. Once Ava had been born, they’d split and Michael had essentially taken on both parental roles since his now ex was a train wreck.

“So what does a guy have to do to get his second favourite girl to meet him more often?” a voice said from behind you.

You laughed and pointed to the drinks you’d already fetched from the kiosk.

“Usually if bring flowers and chocolates, I’ll meet you any day,” you replied with a grin.

Michael kissed your cheek and Ava knelt on the bench to do the same. He sat on the other side of the picnic table. Ava beamed at you as she put her teddy on the table, you had given it to her when she had been born and she never forgot to bring Ted.

“Daddy can bring them next time,” Ava decided before she noticed other children. “Can I go play so you can talk like boring adults?”

Michael kissed the top of his daughter’s head and let her run to the playground a few metres away. You watched as Ava scaled to the top of the slide.

“She’s a credit to you, Mike. A very sassy for almost five.”

He looked back at you and smiled. “Thanks. She was really excited about coming to see you. Apparently you let her have strawberry and chocolate ice cream. I swear you were the one that taught her to say ‘you call it junk food, I call it delicious’.”

“I have you get one over on the boys somewhere,” you remarked. “They’re with her on the tours, I’ve got to spoil her when I finally get a chance.”

Michael looked back at Ava. “She likes spending time with you, you know that, right? I do too, it’s just impossible sometimes…”

He trailed off and called after Ava to be careful as she tried to tackle the fireman’s pole. His eyes didn’t leave his daughter as the smirk appeared on his lips.

“You’ll never guess what she said in the car,” Michael began.

You wrapped your hands around the takeaway hot chocolate and watched as Ava started to talk to a girl about her age. She looked so much like Michael there was hardly any of her mother in her. You wondered how her mother could have walked away from such a bright, loving girl but then you didn’t know how she’d walked away from Michael either.

“Ava thinks we’re in love like the princes and princesses in her Disney films.”

You laughed and looked at Michael like it was crazy. It was. Michael was your best friend, he wasn’t supposed to be anything romantic.

“Your daughter has a vivid imagination, Mikey.”

“Yeah, crazy right?” he mumbled.

You looked back at Ava and completely missed the longing look on Michael’s face.

He didn’t think it was impossible, but clearly you did.

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