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[WKM/ADWM|Mark x Reader] Falling

Written: 23 September 2019

Hey, have fun on your date tonight, lol ;)

Ugh, shut up Kara. If I get murdered, I'm haunting you.

I promise he's nice! Oops, gotta go, going out w/ Tracey tonight :D

Fine, good luck with your date too, I guess

:D

Y/n sighed heavily, dropping their phone into their bag. They glanced at the clock on the wall, the ticking filling their brain. 11am, I have to be there in an hour. Fuck, this is such a bad idea. I don't even know who I'm seeing, I just know his name is Mark, which in itself is creepy, after the whole mansion fiasco. I shouldn't go. But Kara will have my head if I don't. Ugh. Taking one last panicked look around the room, they checked over their appearance in the small hand mirror on the coffee table. They look good, for once, but their eyes are wide and nervous. They relaxed their features as their heartbeat slowed in their chest.

They locked their apartment door and hailed a cab, sighing as they jumped into the nearest one. "Where to?" The driver asked her, his messy brown hair the only part of him they could see. They sat directly behind him, their hands shaking. "31st street." They said, voice wavering as they looked around nervously.

"Sure thing, doll." He replied in a heavy New York accent, pulling away from the curb. They didn't take their eyes off the driver or the route he was taking as they popped a cube of bubble gum into their mouth, mulling over their concerns in their mind, trying to get them down to size. The pair arrived at the corner of 31st street and they thanked him, climbing from the battered vehicle and handing over a $50 note. He handed them back their change and they set off, throwing their gum in a nearby bin and running their tongue over their teeth. They stopped outside the restaurant, a large sigh loosing itself from their chest as they attempted to fix their outfit once more.

They nodded with an air of finality as they took a hold of the gold door handle and pushed inside, the man at the door greeting them with an enthusiastic "Bonjour!" as they smiled nervously at him.

"Benjamin?" They questioned carefully, eyes roaming his face in search of the man they used to know.

"Yes, mam? Do I know you?" He replied, adjusting the towel hanging from his right arm. Y/n stopped, they didn't want to bring up any past trauma, the house affected him badly.

"No, I- you just remind me of someone I used to know." He nodded; a confused smile splayed across his face as he strode off towards what they could only assume was the kitchen.

Another waiter appeared from the station, a younger boy with a mop of messy blue hair, hanging over his eyes. "Ms. L/n?" Y/n nodded, flashing their ID at him. "Ahh, Bonjour! Your table awaits." They smiled at him, walking towards the dining room. What they saw almost made them drop their bag. Mark fucking Fischbach, sitting nervously at a table for two. This is my date?! They regained their composure as he spotted them walking towards him.

"Oh, hi!" He leapt from his seat, pulling their chair out as they sat down, a lopsided grin on his face. Plopping back down in his own seat, they stared at him, mouth gaping like a goldfish. He smiled. "You must be Y/n."

"Mark." They almost whispered, fighting the urge to jump across the table and strangle him.

"That's me! So... I'm not a murderer." He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I-I-I... Yeah. Yeah, I figured."

His eyes lit up. "Oh, I've got something for you!" He pulled a red rose from his jacket. "A rose!" He looked suddenly bashful as he reached towards Y/n's head. "M-May I?" They nodded carefully. He grinned, placing the rose behind their ear. "Wow..." He breathed.