Okay so I enjoy M!readers story but there's not much and I decided to take this matter into my own hands. WARNING: I CANNOT DO ROMANCE STUFF AND I AM BAD AT WRITING SO THESE WOULD BE SHORT ONESHOTS FOR YOUR SHORT TIME YOU'LL WASTE ON READING THESE.
Your P.O.V. "I thought we were friends.." I stared at them. They look like their out of breath. "I'm sorry,(y/n)" I ran at them, trying to tackle them but they got me by hitting my head with a brick. Only the picture of them running out of the window until darkness filled my view.
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I woke up and a bright light suddenly flashed my eyes. I tried to block the lights as I sat up from what seems like to be the floor. I looked around and I realised I'm in my art studio. Well, it looks more like an abandoned house by what happened last night. I got robbed by one person that I never thought would do that.
My friend. My closest friend. I considered them like a sibling too. Now, look at what they've done to the place. Wrecked and robbed. I stood up slowly after taking that blow to the head. It didn't bleed much at least. I went to the kitchen and made some fried eggs and toast. I just threw my plate and went upstairs to the bathroom. I undressed and took a cold shower.
I don't know how long I was in the shower but the ring of the doorbell broke me from my thoughts. I ran out of the bathroom and hurriedly wore some simple t-shirt and some shorts. Whoever is at the door is really impatient. I ran and nearly tripped at the stairs. I calmed myself down and opened the door.
My eyes went wide. It's them..(bff name). "Oh god (y/n) I am so sorry please forgive me I didn't mean to do all of that. Please forgive me." They spoke those words fast and loud like /that/ would help this headache of mine. Definitely.
"Why did you do it, then?" I asked slowly.
"He told me to. I swear I couldn't do anything about it." They look like they're about to cry.
"Who is 'he'?" I stared at them, making them uncomfortable. They pointed behind them and I saw the person. His black car behind him. He's standing with his umbrella in hand. Standing straight with manners and his glare honestly can make anyone tremble in fear.
"You can go now. Anthea has the money I promised." They ran and when I tried chasing them down, Mycrofy stopped me with his umbrella poking my chest.
"Now,now (y/n). Let them go."
"Let them go? Hell no! You know what they did, Mycroft?! They--"
"I told them to do it."
"Do what? Steal and wreck the place?" At this point I'm mad at the man who represents The British Government. The ice cold man. I made a drawing of Ice Man just to tease him once. One thing i noticed about this man here is that he acts a bit...hesitant around me. Sure he looks emotionless but his aura tells me a different story.
"Wreck the place?" He asked with a bit of surprise. He looked behind me through the door and was shocked. "I'm sorry, (y/n). I only told them to get one painting and get out. Not..this.." He came in the studio and inspected the place. I just closed the door and sat on the middle of the floor. My eyes just followed his every move he made. He turned a bit to look at me and when our eyes met he turned back around.
'Okay now it's starting to get fishy.'
"At least there's one painting still standing. Looks like they didn't harm this corner." I glanced at the corner he was talking about and saw my painting still standing on an easel.
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(I just typed 'sad painting' in the google search and this comes out first so sorry. I don't know the artist)
I noticed that he was staring at it. Almost looks like he was admiring it with a bit of sadness. That painting was made a few years ago when my lover cheated and left me. They were a douchebag anyways.
I suddenly had an idea. I stood up and took two tall stools that was near and put them near the canvas. I asked him to sit down and I took a blank medium sized canvas and told him to stay still. He was a bit confused at first but when he saw me picking up a pencil, he understood what I was trying to do.
A few minutes later, I got the drawing done right. 'I can colour it in later' My mind thought. For some reason i felt like the face is not right. The smile is not right.
Wait..smile? I looked behind the canvas, sneakily and saw him smiling while staring outside the glass doors. I stood up and held out my hand. I asked if he wanted to come with me. I felt a bit bad for making him jump from his daydreaming. We went outside and the perfect view of the sun between the green hills. The flower beds that I have felt responsible to take care of bloomed beautifully. We sat at the swing bench outside and admired the view. Although, I was admiring another view. I turned to him and thought
'Should I kiss him? But where? His red glowing cheeks? His beautiful lips?..' I thought for a second and said 'why not?' And kissed his cheeks. He was a bit surprised from the little peck I gave.
"What was that for, (y/n)?" He aasked raising one of his eyebrows.
"For making me calm down when you walked into this place just now." It is true, the sight of him brings me fear and a weird feeling of comfort.
"I..." "What? Lost of words, Mycroft?" "No..I don't know..what to say."
I smiled and slowly brought his hand and kissed his knuckles. "You can start with 'I love you'."
His cheeks glowed red and I can't hold back my giggles. "I'll start first." He turned to face to me and nodded.
"I love you, Mycroft..." I can't stop smiling now. "Now it's your turn." He nodded and took a deep breath.
"I....love..you..(y/n)" He looked at me in the eyes and smiled with me.
I decided to tease him a bit. "Was that a smile, Mycroft?" He cleared his throat and stood up very fast as if he's trying to rum and find a place to hide.
"Well, i must go now." He puts on his serious face again and apologized about the damage (bff name)has done.
"It's fine. Just.. please ask if you need anything from me. Not steal it." He nodded and walked away. I just stayed at the bench there for a while.
"Wait, Mycroft!" He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me. I ran at him and gave him a piece of paper. "Don't lose my number, Ice man." He chuckled at the nickname and said
"I know your number, (y/n). I'm the government, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just get outta here and do your government stuff." We waved goodbye at each other and went our merely way.
I went inside and forgot about the mess I have here...Hooboy..this is going to be a long day. ______________________________________ [*Quick and easy for your small short time 👉😎👉] -R.M.
