omg he just wants to spend more time with them before they fade away

wednesdays at three thirty

a late bday fic for @jamesandlilyaredead​ <3 (9445 words, read on ao3)

Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. But James works in a coffee shop, and every time he sees colour there’s an annoying customer there too (AKA a coffee shop and soulmate au fic in one because i have no chill).

“One frozen mocha to go!”

It’s second nature to him now, as quick and easy as breathing. In one swift movement, James grabs hold of the milk carton, ready to pour it into the blender. He hears the door to the cafe open, a chilly breeze ruthlessly following a handful of students who scrabble inside as it begins to rain.

It’s then that it happens. The milk drops to the floor as he stares, perplexed, at the colour of his hand. It’s like the weight of an avalanche crumbles on top of him, an invisible weight pressing hard on his shoulders. Before he even realises, his legs are like jelly and he’s falling.

“James? Are you alright?” a voice asks. 

He feels a hand pressed against his back, the sound of someone’s concerned voice muffled against his ear. He tries to say something, but all he can manage is an intense gasp for air as his legs shake once more.

He can see.

Not that he couldn’t before… but he can see

Colours are everywhere, blinding and intense. They’re beautiful, so vibrant that it’s making his head spin.

He’s staring at white tiles, chestnut coloured cabinets. It feels like he’s on fire and, more than anything, he wishes he could stand, to just look around the place to see who is making him like this.

Of course, he’s read the stories like everyone else. Lullabies that dated back long before they even had a name. Fairy-tales of people who, like everyone else, saw the world in a lens, the colour of life squeezed out. There was only one person who could help to retrieve that colour back into your life.

A soulmate.

James blinks, his heart now slowing to a calm, even beat. He breathes in deeply, relishing the peaceful feeling that washes over him. The owner of the hand speaks again and rubs the place between his shoulder blades tentatively, asking if he needs an ambulance.

He shakes his head, finally looking up at Remus.

“Can you stand?” Remus asks, taking hold of James’ shaking hand and pulling him to his feet. He wobbles for a split second and reaches out to grasp hold of the counter with both arms. His fingers grip onto the support for dear life.

Who?

He swallows, a nauseating bubble rippling throughout his intestines and threatening to shoot up his throat. He breathes in, counting to ten. Slow and easy, he finally manages to pull his eyes away from the wooden counter and cautiously glances around cafe.

The colours are dazzling; blues, reds, greens, all different shades and intensities. They’re all so vivid and intense that it feels like the ground’s shaking beneath him. The place is heaving with students, all wet due to the unexpected stormy April shower and James tries to look at as many as he can, searching desperately for someone who seems just as unsettled and surprised as him.

Everyone seems normal. How can that be? Colour’s just flown into every crevice of their being… and they don’t care?

There are too many voices, people ordering, grabbing their coffees and other beverages and talking aimlessly with one another. Amidst the chatter and the whirring noises from the coffee machines, the sound of the door opening reaches his ears. A freezing wind enters, the chilly kind that makes the hairs on his arms stand up on edge.

And then, just like that, his world is drained of colour. 

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Colors/Soulmate Renjun

Genre: -

Request: Can i get a Renjun colourblind soul mate Au ?

can i request the soulmate thing but with renjun?

So I was intrested in your soulmate stories and would like to request one for renjun Thank youuuu ^^

Hey! I would have a request for your soulmate stories! Could you write one for Renjun?

A/N: happy birthday to this angel & im happy he’s getting so much love?? haha yay i actually did this concept with Mark’s and it was really fun, hope you enjoy reading!

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“They resemble the color of chocolate, the cocoa brown strands shining brightly, with a few streaks of caramel-like strands popping from beneath.”

You nodded your head in excitement as your eyes glued to your mother’s mouth, anticipating what she was going to describe next. The woman in front of you reached her hand out and held your small palm in hers, which was huge in size as compared to yours. You smiled innocently at her, and asked with excitement, “Mommy! Describe more! I want to know what other colors there are”

Pink, orange, blue and green. All the colors you wanted to see but couldn’t at all, not until you met your soulmate.

As a child you had always been curious, as you’d beg your mother to describe all the colors she is able to see, as you let your imagination run wild. You were told that your cheeks were of a rosy pink color-a light and calming shade that many loved. Your mother had also told you that your eyes were of a light brown shade, as your rather pale and fair skin made you look even more lovable.

Your mother looked around, then picked up the small rose lying in a vase from the table. Pointing it to you, she smiled and waved, “This is red,”

You nodded your head once again, as you mouthed out the word in fascination, “Red”

She gave a small smile, then continued,“,red is normally seen as a symbol of love and romance. That’s why daddy got me this red rose, do you understand?”

The 8 year old you stared at her in confusion as you furrowed your eyebrows together,“Romance? What is that?”

She smiled and chuckled, then pat your head, “It’s something that happens when you meet your soulmate, you’ll understand later on”

Without saying much, you simply nodded your head and smiled, “Thank you mommy!”

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You couldn’t remember exactly when you started to see those, but recently you had been seeing lighter shades of white and colors, but they would only last for a while.

In just a split second you were faced with many different bright and outstanding shades of colors, making it seem more vibrant as compared ti the black&white vision you had been having since you were born. But weird thing was, this sudden outbursts of colors did not last long. Everything would be back to the monotone two colors that you were so familiar with in just a few seconds, and moments later you’d be face by the same highlights again.

You were confused and scared at the same time- what if something was happening to your soulmate? What was going to happen from there?

Coincidentally, all these strted after you met him.

Although y'all had never once met up before, you could tell that he was a genuinely nice person, and was always there for you no matter what.

You came upon one of his song covers on the internet. Although he didn’t show his face, his angelic voice managed to capture your attention and next thing you knew, the both of you were constantly messaging and chatting with each other, as y'all seemed to immediately ‘click’.

One problem though-he lived far away from where you did, coming all the way from China. You cherished him as a friend and it broke your heart to know that there was a possibility that the both of you would ever get the chance to meet.

How’s your day going Y/N ah? -renjun ☆

I’m still seeing these random colors, is this normal omg? have you experienced this before -you

Maybe you’re just going to meet your soulmate soon? and nah, i haven’t met mine yet, everything’s still black and white for me –renjun ☆

they’d be so lucky though, being able to be yours -you

yours would be luckier -renjun ☆

Your heart almost stopped as you felt yourself blushing, you couldn’t be possibly falling for someone whom you’ve never met before, when you already have a soulmate right?

——

Three months passed but still no one, especially your soulmate, was appearing. You still had the random color ‘strikes’ occuring from time to time everyday, and it only made you more afraid and nervous.

Yet another thing that made you afraid, just last month Renjun had called you frantically telling you that he had seen a few colors that day too, and was similar to what you were experiencing.

He was going to meet his soulmate too and probably stop spending as much time chatting and calling you online. You knew he wasn’t the type to abandon his friends, but you still felt uncertain and part of you wanted to be his soulmate so badly.

You love him.

remember 7pm!! i have great news to tell you -renjun ☆

okay junjun, woah what’s so great? -you

don’t call me that >:-( you’ll know later hehe -renjun ☆

It wasn’t the first time the both of you were going to video call each other, and the first time the both of you did, you were stunned by his beauty and sharp features. The cute and small little smile he’d give when he was giggling melt your heart and for some reason, you could always see a little color whenever you were video calling him, but did not think much about it, assuming that it was part of the random colors you face.

You let your hair fall perfectly on your shoulders, as you looked at the reflection of yourself one last time before accepting his call. You were faced by his comforting smile and soft eyes, as they immediately brightened as soon as he saw you on the screen. He gave a small wave to you, as his mouth formed a small ‘o’, “i can actually see a light shade of colors now wow, anyways you’re looking pretty like always.”

Your cheeks turned slight warmer, as you shook your head and laughed, “don’t be like this renjun- anyways, what was it that you were so excited to share?”

Renjun’s cheeky smile shined brightly on your laptop screen, as he asked you to close your eyes. Listening to his orders, you waited for him to signal you to open them again patiently, as you heard the shuffling through your speakers, followed by his calming voice “Okay, open them now”

You squinted your eyes to read the small slip of paper he held in his hands in front of the camera and you screamed loudly- it was an air ticket to your country. Renjun laughed at your reaction, as he paused to continue, “also, my parents are planning to migrate there. We can finally meet up and spend time together!”

You were so happy you were at the verge of crying, as you jumped excitedly around your room with Renjun giggling at you-it was something you had never expected to happen.

——

You clasped your sweaty palms together nervously as you waited excitedly in your seat, your eyes checking the numerical digits on the big screen once every few seconds.

Today was the day you were finally going to meet him, your online best friend for more than a year now. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

At the same time, he colors you were seeing had been more defined and of more gradient lately, and they seemed to last longer than usual, was this a sign?

A big group of people emerged from behind the gate, as your eyes darted around the crowd to find that one person you were only looking for.

The young boy looked around confused as he knitted his eyebrows together, also only looking out for that one person.

You saw him, and you immediately shouted out, “Renjun ah!”

The boy turned and his blank and confused expression turned into a bright and happy one, as he made his way running to you, engulfing you into a big hug.

You looked into his eyes, and if felt much different as compared to when you were looking at him through the screen. Almost immediately, you noticed how the light pink color of his lips become darker and that you could see clearly the brown orbs of his eyes-something you couldn’t see ever before.

Everything around you seemed more lively and vibrant, as the colors slowly seemed to take their place. Renjun noticed too, as he grabbed your hand, “This is actually happening right?”

Already tearing up, you nodded your head as you hugged him again, this time the colors did not fade away once, even after a long solid one hour.

He was your soulmate.

——

“Why do you need so many of these plush toys, you’re 17 this year babe” you called out to him, as you help arrange his big collection of his moomin characters from the big box. Renjun gave a small scoff, then rebutted, “I love moomin shush, just help me in arranging that and we’ll be done for today”

You wiped of the perspiration on your forehead, before plopping down on his bed, lazily calling out to him, “You have so many things to unpack because you’ll be living here permanently from now on, are you sure you can finish doing everything”

Renjun flashed you his angelic smile, then nodded his head, “Yes i will, for now let’s go grab lunch shall me?” As he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of bed.

He then stopped and scurried to his backpack. You looked at him confused, but all he did was let out a smal giggle.

He pulled out a red rose from his bag, then held it out to you, “I saw this at the flower shop just now and i thought of you, i love you”

“red is normally seen as a symbol for love and romance,”

You blushed as you brought your lips to his cheeks, “i love you too”

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this is so bad im sorry ;-;

Fate (Bucky x Reader)

Fate

Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Female), Steve x Peggy makes a brief cameo

Prompt: Soulmate AU where a timer on your wrist counts down until the moment you meet your soulmate, then underneath appears the date and time that you met your soulmate and the initials of your soulmate written in their handwriting.

Summary: It didn’t matter to Bucky that his timer was extremely long, or that it wasn’t on his left wrist like everyone else’s. No, he just lived his life to the fullest as per the words of his father. A soulmate didn’t matter to Bucky. Until it did. Until a big buff Steve rescued him from the HYRDA base and he saw how happy they were together, Steve and his soulmate Peggy. Until he fell off that train and he realized, that he wouldn’t live to see his own soulmate. Then he regained his memories and realized that he didn’t deserve a soulmate. But then he found her.

Word Count: 2286

Warnings: Holy fucking shit I don’t think there’s any swearing in this, well I just swore but that doesn’t count, I don’t think there’s any warnings, maybe some sad Bucky and a bit angsty. If you see anything that you think is a trigger or warning, please let me know.

PLEASE READ THE DISCLAIMERS!

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. Marvel belongs to Disney blah blah legal stuff, don’t sue me I’m poor.

Disclaimer No. 2: I know that a lot of people have written Soulmate AUs about Marvel characters and the timer seems to be the most popular one, this has been sitting in my docs for months on end and I just cleaned it up a bit. But I have read a couple stories about the timer so if you do see anything familiar to something you wrote here chances are that I’ve read your story and somehow remembered little details and wrote them in. If this is the case and you aren’t comfortable with it just message me or send an ask OFF anon and we’ll work it out.

A/N: OMG I’m alive! My first Bucky x Reader fic I’m screaming internally I have my laptop (YAY!) and I’m spending the night at my grandma’s place so I have WiFi (double yay!) and I found this sitting in Docs from like, way back when i don’t even remember and I haven’t written anything soooooo long, so I cleaned it up and I thought why not? Feedback is always welcomed, it’s not a suggestion, it’s a command, you tell me what you think! jk. On with the story!

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

When he’s in fourth grade the word ‘soulmate’ is one of the questions his teacher asks the class if they know the meaning of. Bucky does, but still he copies down the statement written on the board.

Soulmates – People that the universe destined to be together.

There’s a box on the underneath, for him to draw a picture that represents the word. The girl and the boy in front of him try their best to draw pictures of themselves, writing their names underneath, their timers having stopped two weeks after the start of the initial school year when the girl transferred into their class. Bucky draws the best stick figure of himself, holding hands with another mystery figure, a question mark in the place of their head.

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dont-sneeze  asked:

What about number 8 for the kiss prompts? :)

8. being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

You guys. I love kisses. I love writing kisses. I loved writing this. I think it’s the fastest I’ve ever dished out almost 2k in my entire life. I really hope you like this – Because I’ve got two more of these kiss prompts in my inbox. Enjoy.


The first time they kissed it was messy – At least, Crutchie had thought it was. He had never kissed anyone before. Sure, he’d seen plenty of people do it. People in movies, people in parks, even people on the front page of a paper he once had to sell. Not to mention, he’d been pining after Jack since he was 12 years old. He remembered pretending to be so happy for Jack when he came home one night, so proud that he had his first kiss with a pretty girl. He stood back and watched Jack flirt and kiss on girls ever since. He knew how it worked, but he had no real experience.

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Theliel

Jimin Imagine/Scenario

Genre: STRAIGHT UP FUCKING FLUFF EVERYWHERE BECAUSE I LOVE FLUFF OKAY (and because I read a Jimin angst that was not okay with me at all). IT’S A GODDAMN ANGEL AU AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH OMG I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE IT TOO.

Blurb: What happens when a sweet and shy boy suddenly appears and seems to take over your world? What secrets does he hold inside and will you ever be able to uncover them? In this tale of love, the supernatural, and cute as hell moments, you can find out whether or not you and Jimin are destined to be together.

Word Count: 10,435

Reader x Jimin

Theliel: angel prince of love.

BTW, this imagine is dedicated to @joah-rangie because I LOVE YOU SO MUCH  💜🖤 Have fun reading this fluff filled post!

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Always You

Anon Requested:  Seventeen’s wonwoo-23 and 3 please! (Fluff~^•^)

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS OMG MY FIRST SEVENTEEN DRABBLE


Originally posted by daihun

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader

Warnings: No warnings

Word Count: 1043

“Do you like him?”

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”


“Bye, Jackson!” You waved to your phone screen seeing the facetime call end. Once you didn’t see Jackson’s face anymore your face fell and a sigh left your lips. The weight of the phone weighed down against your hand and you let it plop down beside you on the couch.

Your head fell back against the back of the couch and you felt a heaviness come upon your eyes. There are days in which the tiredness you have comes in both forms, physical and mental. Your body needs to rest, you work six hours a day and you’re a full time student so you’re easily tired, but still making time to see your friends? You should get a gold medal just for the effort of that. You wanted to sleep but a low chuckle caused your eyes to slowly open and head turn to the hallway where you saw Wonwoo leaning against the wall, his eyes were staring at you but a small smile was on his face. If you hadn’t known his face so well you probably would’ve missed it because it disappeared almost as soon as you saw it.

You blinked slowly but a lazy smile came across your face when you saw Wonwoo make his way to the other side of the couch sitting across from you. Your back leaning against the right arm of the couch while Wonwoo’s side laid against the left, another square couch cushion was the only space in between you both. You hadn’t spoken to Wonwoo in weeks so seeing him in the flesh made you happy. “Do you like him?” Your smile completely faded at that, your mind being brought back to Jackson, the cute older boy who wanted nothing more than to have your attention. You couldn’t help the sigh that left your mouth, you shook your head at the question not answering him verbally.

Things have been weird between you and Wonwoo, you two dated, that much wasn’t as shocking as all of the boys first made it out to be. You two were different but it was nice, you were louder while he was quiet, you enjoyed that. You also picked up on it soon finding yourself not yelling as much as you used to. He was the talented one, knowing how to sing and dance while you would rather spend your time at a university and get your degrees so you could have a high paying job. You two were both busy with your own things but you two also balanced each other out extremely well.

“How have you been? I haven’t seen you around here in a while.” Wonwoo asks, you draw your eyes away from him to just shrug and pull your knees to your chest. You guessed you really did pick up on how quiet he was because just a few weeks ago you would have jumped at the chance to talk to Wonwoo, but now you weren’t even giving him short answers, they were all nonverbal and you didn’t know why you were being so quiet. “(Y/N).” Wonwoo spoke, his voice deep but it rang through your ears. He never really called you by your name, not even when you two were friends before you two started dating, he always had nicknames for you, he only really called you by your name when he was being serious or you two were fighting.

Your eyes shot up to him finally looking at him and uttered a ‘What.’ Wonwoo’s body turned and scooted closer to you landing on the middle couch cushion and placed a hand on your knee. “Talk to me, we haven’t seen each other in weeks. You can still talk to me, you know.” You sighed for a third time and nodded before dropping your legs to sit criss crossed on the couch. “So…” Wonwoo trailed a sly smile appearing on his face and you instantly quirked up an eyebrow at what he could possibly say next. “I heard you’ve been on a few dates.”

A loud groan left your lips and your body fell back against the couch arm. His statement all true, you have been on a few dates. Three to be exact and all with Jackson Wang. Wonwoo figured from your answer that you either didn’t want to talk about this with him or the dates went horribly, but how bad could they be if you went on three of them in a matter of two weeks? He figured it was the first option and opted with that. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it with me, but-”

“It’s not that.” You sighed before sitting up straight again. Your eyes fell to your fingers which were only preoccupying you.

It’s not that you didn’t want to talk to him, you loved talking to Wonwoo. He knew all of your secrets and you knew all of his. You two had only dated for maybe a year but you two fell hard and fast. You knew everything there was to know about him and he knew everything about you, he knew when you were trying to ignore him, he knew what you did when you were sad, angry, happy, excited, he knew it all. So, it was obvious to him that you were trying to preoccupy yourself while you were thinking of what to say next. He didn’t rush you to speak, he knew you were going to say something, you just didn’t know what to say to him. Actually, you knew what you wanted to say you just didn’t know how to word it. You’d get lost in your own thoughts until you felt a hand coming up to stop your fidgeting fingers. You closed your eyes momentarily remembering what it felt to have his hands on yours, you missed this. You missed him.

You let out a huff of air and looked up at him. “After everything…I’d still choose you.” You admitted the words falling from your lips. The only thing you could remember was the feeling of his hand tightening on yours and the simple nod of his head and warm smile agreeing with you.

There was nothing more that he wanted than to be with you again.

BunnyRibbit: Facetime

[You got it, my dude. Though…it turned out a little long for a flash piece.]

           I’m here now, okay? Don’t leave yet! Hana was hastily texting as she got into her apartment, throwing her keys aside. Her computer was already on—naturally—so it just took a quick shake of her mouse to wake it up. Drills had gone on way longer than they should’ve, which meant that rather than having plenty of time to get home and clean up a little, she was already late for her planned Skype call with Lúcio. Their time zones were exactly twelve hours apart, so mid- afternoon for her was three in the morning for him. Still, he had answered her last few texts saying he would wait, so she figured this was better than nothing.

           Are you still up? she typed quickly as she got her webcam working.

           I’m here, don’t worry, Lúcio responded. He video called her, and she answered with a wide smile. Of course she knew he wouldn’t care that she was still in work mode, but she couldn’t help feeling bad regardless. When he saw her, he smiled back, and her stomach filled with warmth. “They’re really working you out there, huh?”

           “No kidding,” she said. “It wasn’t even a MEKA day. I’m exhausted—but I’m glad to see you! I’m sorry for making you stay up so late.”

           “It’s cool. I’ve had concerts keep me up later,” he assured her. When her eyes fell on his shirt, her smile widened.

           “Nice PJs, nerd,” she mumbled, though she was honestly pleased to see him sporting her B.Ny logo. It was one of her favorite designs, too! Had she told him that? Or did they just have similar tastes? 

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BEST FRIEND! TAEHYUNG

Originally posted by kimthwriter

word count: 2300+ 

·      AlriGHT

·      Are u reADy bc I’m not

·      also my second time posting bc i deleted it oops soz

·      I feel like Tae would be a very cuddly best friend

·      He’d love to use your chest or lap and a pillow

·      He’d ADORE it when you ran your fingers through his hair while he did this

·      He’d always fall asleep right away too

·      Which just made his already heavy head even heavier and wow okay now ur leg is numb 

·      You’d always try to gently free your numb leg from under his head once he fell asleep lol

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Home (Prologue)

Title: Home (Prologue)

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Warnings: Maybe some cursing, implied smut, slight angst.

Summary: Reader has been dating the man who she thinks she wants to marry for four years- ever since after she moved away from her old life in Riverdale- but when he finally pops the question, her mind drifts to the boy she left behind her, Jughead Jones.
She goes back to Riverdale to try and figure some things out. But ends up accidentally falling for Juggie once again.

A/N; If I do decide to make this a series, this will alter between before the reader moved and left Juggie and after.
If you do enjoy this, please let me know if you’d like for this to become a series!
I hope you all enjoy!

Additional notes:
The characters are all in their early/mid twenties in this fic.
The reader and Juggie dated in highschool.
This fic is slightly AU.
And yes I might have gotten this idea from The Notebook (I’m sorry omg)


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On Lestallum: Agape

After a not so subtle Prince pays for two rooms so he can have Prompto alone, Gladio and Ignis spend some quality time in their more seasoned love. Mature content ahead!!

@thejovialkynnadyg-ray and I wrote sister fics. Same time frame, different couple. Read On Lestallum: Eros, about Prompto and Noctis!

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A sigh of relief broke the tired silence as the Regalia pulled into Lestallum. The car had no sooner been put in park before Noctis stumbled out, briskly walking toward the hotel with Prompto on his heels. There was an urgency to their steps, one that Ignis had seen with increased regularity. The two younger men tried so hard to hide it from him and Galdiolus, but it was anything but subtle.

By the time they had caught up to the eager prince, he was already handing the man at the door 600 gil, enough for two room.

“Two rooms, Noct?” Ignis asked with mock surprise in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m really tired and I don’t want Gladio’s snoring keeping me awake.” Noctis answered, trying to sound convincing. Ignis fought hard not to laugh. Gladio had never been one to snore. In fact, the only one of them that seemed to be inclined to snore was the prince himself. Still, he wanted to let the man keep thinking that he was oblivious to the truth.

“It will be harder to protect you if we are separated.” Gladiolus piped in, crossing his arms over his chest to make himself appear serious.

“It’ll be fine, I’ll have Prompto and I can take care of myself.”

“You really are quite stubborn, Prince Noctis. But if you insist…” Ignis sighed. Noctis simply nodded and the pairs went their separate ways. As the older two entered their room, Gladio barely got the door shut before breaking out into laughter. A smirk graced the strategist’s face as he set his things down on the table. “I’m not sure why he thinks I don’t know. Not only is it painfully obvious, it is my job to know things.”

“He definitely isn’t the prince of subtly.” The shield responded, breathless from laughing. He walked up behind his slender roommate and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. “Not that I’m complaining. It just means I get you all to myself tonight.”

“Indeed. I am definitely not against the alone time.” Ignis moved himself to face the larger man, resting his head on his chest and closing his eyes. His arms moved to return the gentle hug, earning a long, content sigh that reverberated sweetly through the shield’s chest. He loved this side of Gladiolus so much. Not that he didn’t love the man anyway, but this was a side of himself he doesn’t just show. This tender, careful Gladio was for Ignis and Ignis alone. “We should head to bed soon, however. It is rather late.”

“Damn you sound exhausted, Iggy…” Gladio spoke quietly, concern clear in his voice. He gently scooped the strategist up and started toward the bed, grabbing the smaller man’s pajamas on the way by. Ignis started to argue, probably something about how he could walk the five or six feet to the bed, but the shield wasn’t having it. He stole the other man’s lips in a long, loving kiss. One he did not break from until he sat his man down on the bed. A grin formed on his face at the slightly flustered, but grateful look in his gorgeous green eyes. “You go ahead and lay down. I’ll join you after I shower.”

“I… very well. Thank you.” Ignis replied, taking the sleep attire from his partner. Gladio gave him a small kiss on the forehead before setting off to the bathroom.

When the raven-haired man returned from his shower, he found Ignis fast asleep, glasses still on and a book on his chest. A soft chuckle snuck out of Gladio’s throat as he laid down beside him. The motion of bed caused Ignis to flinch awake, startled by the fact that he had fallen asleep unintentionally. “My apologies, darling. I was trying to wait for you…”

“It’s fine. I was hoping you’d go to sleep with how tired you sound.” The shield scooted closer to the still half asleep Ignis, moving the book aside as he moved his hand to brush the fly away hairs from his lover’s face.

“I’m fine, Gladio. I wanted to spend more time with you while… while it’s just us.” Ignis leaned his head into the hand resting on his face.

“I must be pretty important if you are this tired and still would rather stay up and wait for me.” The joking tone was negated by the slight blush and large smile on his face. Ignis just smiled back, happily getting lost in the beautiful amber eyes so lovingly fixed on him. He knew that tomorrow, when they re-joined the not so sly prince and his lover, it would all return to the usual. Gladio, though still affectionate to a degree, would return once again to the side of himself that everyone gets to see. The hunts, the imperials, trying to keep the prince safe while guiding him on this long and strange journey. Right now, though, none of that mattered. The rest of the world meant nothing.

“You are the most important.” Ignis said simply, tone soft but serious, leaning up to capture the lips of a slightly surprised Gladio. The two seemed to melt into each other as the kiss progressed, the need behind it growing the longer it went. The shield was the first to break away, but only enough to catch his breath before slowly planting brief kisses along his also breathless partner’s jawline. Each kiss sent a shockwave through the strategist’s body, enticing a soft moan from his throat. Ignis tilted his head back slightly to allow easier access. Gladio paused for a moment to admire the scene before him. Such a beautiful man underneath him, glasses out of place and soft pleading look in his eyes was enough to drive any one into a sex driven frenzy. Ignis was worth so much more to him than that. He was worth the passion and the patience. The smaller man shuddered as the shield started nibbling on his neck and collar bones, distracting him from the removal of the button up sleepwear coving his lightly muscled torso. Once it was removed, Gladio pulled Ignis up against his already bare chest and locked lips, passion coursed through their veins like fire. The teasing continued artfully as the two slowly worked their way of the remained of their clothes, Gladio careful to grab the bottle out of his pocket before he lost track of his pants. Soon, the two broke apart and the shield sat up, placing his back against the wall as he applied the lubricant. Then, pulling his strategist up into his lap and letting him get comfortable, he once more stole the soft lips before him as he slid his way in. Both men where hit at once with a shockwave of pleasure, causing them to break their kiss with a synchronized moan. The quiet but desperate moans and the fingernails digging into the shield’s back with each thrust, methodical and exact, caused him to speed up. The more erratic rhythm caused the strategist to arch his back, head falling back. Gladio leaned forward, placing fervent kisses on the exposed flesh in time with his hips, earning him a slightly strangled gasp that pushed them both over the edge. A strong hand grabbed pulled them together in to a decidedly forceful kiss as they hit their climax. He didn’t break away until the collapsed into a tangled mess to catch their breath.

As the high began to fade and they cleaned themselves up, the two slid down under the sheets, cuddled up close despite the heat.

“Hey, Ignis…”

“Yes?”

“I love you. So so much.” The words caused Ignis to look up at the larger man quickly. Gladio had never been the one to say it first, even when they were alone. The soft, happy smile on his sleepy face said that he meant it, every word.

“I love you too, Gladio. Always.”

Parrish- Properly

Request-  Hi there.i dont know if you write about jordan but if you do could you please write one when you and him are dating but the rest of the pack doesnt know and one night you were staying at his house to “help him with something  and when they come to pick you up from his house(scoot stiles lydia)while leaving the guys ask you if you are dating him but scott realizes that you are lying and things get awkward but u finally say it.(omg this is so long sorry)

A/N- So I think this is technically my first Parrish imagine? Woo! Get out the confetti poppers. Next up is either a Scott or  a Liam imagine. 

“Y/n,” a soft voice whispered. “Y/n.”
Your eyelids fluttered as you slowly drifted into consciousness, feeling the cool fabric of a pillow brushing against your cheek. “Y/n, wake up.”
Even though your eyes were still closed, your brow furrowed. You were still in that strange state between sleep and wakefulness, but even in your stupor you realized something was off. The voice was too young to belong to your father, and it definitely wasn’t the persistent, over-excited, yelp of your younger brother. You didn’t remember going out last night, but as you opened your eyes, you saw that you definitely weren’t in your house.
Light was streaming in through the window of a bedroom, and you saw that you were tangled in a set of not quite unfamiliar sheets, although you had never been wrapped in them before. You looked up sleepily and saw that a pair of light green eyes was staring down at you, coupled with a goofy smile.
“Parrish?” you mumbled.
“Morning,” he told you with a grin.
You brushed a strand of hair out of your face and sat up, looking down at yourself to see that you were wearing one of his T-shirts. You reached out to run your fingers over the fabric, and that was when everything came back to you.
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You walked into your house, running a hand through your frazzled hair with a sigh. You were fighting the urge to slump against the wall and pass out, but you knew the thing you needed more than anything was a shower. After working for nearly twelve hours on a day full of highway pile-ups and various other medical emergencies, your uniform was stained with blood and sweat.
Passing out might have been tempting, but not tempting enough to warrant spending another minute in your stained clothes. You set down your bag, pulled off your I.D., and walked further into the house, flicking on another light as you went.
“Stiles?” you called into the darkness. “Are you home?”
It was fairly early in the night, even though the sun had already set, so you
knew your brother had probably gone to Scott’s. That was what he usually did when you and your father were working and you reveled in the fact that you had the house to yourself. With the newest horrifying monster running around Beacon Hills, you didn’t get much time to enjoy peace and quiet.
You sighed and headed up the stairs, just as your phone began to ring. You picked it up reluctantly, but a smile crossed your face as you saw that the caller I.D. read  Jordan Parrish. You  and the Deputy liked to think of yourselves as friends, but you both knew that there had always been something more between the two of you.
“Hey,” you said with a smile. “How’s the crime-fighting going?”
Jordan’s laugh rang through the phone, but it wasn’t soft and melodic like it usually was. It was cracked and weak, and you recognized that something was wrong immediately.
“Not too well,” he breathed weakly.
“Jordan,” you said, all joking drained from your voice. “What’s wrong?”
“I could use your help,” he continued. “I, uh, I met the Beast. It’s not exactly friendly and now I might be bleeding to death.”
“What?” you demanded. “You’re not healing?”
“Uh, not quite,” he told you.
“Jesus, Parrish, where are you?” you demanded, walking back down the hall and grabbing your bag.
“The alley across from that Thai place you like,” he told you. “Just down the road from the hospital.”
“Ok, I’m sorry, why aren’t you dragging your dying ass to the emergency room?” you asked, pausing in the doorway.
“What if I start to heal?” he groaned. “That wouldn’t be easy to explain.”
You sighed, but there was no way you were going to leave him for dead, even if there was a good chance he’d start healing soon.  “Okay, okay, I’ll be there. Give me ten minutes.”

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“How are your stitches?” you asked him, eyeing his t-shirt clad torso.
“Ready to be pulled out, thanks to you,” he told you with a smile. “The scratches healed while we were sleeping.”
You nodded. “Good.”
Now that you actually remembered running out of your house and searching for Parrish in a panic, the rest came back easily. You remembered helping him (more like dragging him) up to his apartment as his blood soaked through his shirt. He had insisted that you take him back to his place for you to stitch him up, which you found irritating, although you wouldn’t exactly want to receive stitches in a dark alley either.
When you finished, you washed your hands and walked back into his living room, collapsing onto the couch next to him. By then, he was slowly starting to heal and getting his strength back. You, on the other hand, were quickly fading and you had been about to pass out right there and then until Parrish leaned over to you.
“Y/n,” he had said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Do you want to sleep here?”
You must have nodded or something, but at this point the details were a little hazy. The last thing you remembered was pulling on the long t-shirt he had handed you and tossing your dirty uniform onto the floor of his bathroom before passing out face first on his couch. What you didn’t remember was him scooping you into his arms and setting you down on his bed before taking the couch himself, but you hadn’t even been awake for that.
“Sorry for passing out in your apartment,” you apologized. “I had a long day.”
“It’s fine,” he told you. “I get it. It probably didn’t help that I dragged you away from your warm bed to make sure I didn’t bleed to death.”
You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you called me…well, I wasn’t at the time, but I’m glad now.”
“Fair enough.”
Parrish smiled brightly, showing his perfect white teeth. God, was there anything that wasn’t perfect about him? A fluttering, tight feeling suddenly seemed to be sitting in your chest, but you quickly brushed it away.
“So, uh, I would have let you sleep,” he continued. “But I was wondering if you wanted to get some breakfast. As a thank you for saving my life.”
“You would have healed,” you stated with a roll of your eyes. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you could have stitched yourself up if you really had to.”
“Maybe,” Parrish agreed, looking down at where the slashes had been. “But I guarantee you I could never do as good of a job.”
You shrugged. “It’s what I do. Breakfast sounds great though.”
Parrish beamed. “Your clothes are in my dryer. I’ll grab them for you.”
You blinked as Parrish rose from where he had been sitting on the edge of his mattress. “You washed my uniform?”
“It’s the least I could do,” he told you with a shrug.
“Thanks,” you told him.
You could feel a slight blush beginning to flush your face, although you weren’t sure why. You watched Parrish leave the room, and as you were waiting for him to return, you caught sight of your phone sitting on his nightstand. You reached out for it and saw that you had several missed texts and calls.
You scrolled through them, your brow furrowing. The most recent was a call from Scott, and you saw that you had another from Stiles. Most of the texts were from him, although one was from Lydia the night before, asking you what color heels would go best with her homecoming dress.
You looked through Stiles’ messages, rolling your eyes in annoyance.
Stiles 11:45pm
Hey, I thought you got off at 11? Are you working late?
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Stiles 11:46pm
Oh wait, you’re not cause your ID is here. You left the door unlocked btw. Just fyi, it would totally be your fault if some supernatural creature got into the house and killed me.
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Stiles 12:18am
I’m going to bed. You better have your keys cause I’m not waking up to let you inside when you get home.
___
Stiles 9:08am
Hey have you seen Parrish? Argent says he chased him and the Beast last night but he lost them. Apparently he was hurt pretty bad. Let me know if you see him. Where are you btw?

You sighed and started to type out an extremely long  explanation message, but that was when Parrish walked back into his room.
“Here,” he told you with a smile as he handed you your uniform and a toothbrush still wrapped in plastic. “I know it’s not the best thing to wear to breakfast, but we could stop at your place so you can change.”
“No,” you said gratefully as you set your phone down. “It’s fine. Thanks, Jordan.”
He smiled down at you for a few seconds, but then he realized that he was just staring at you. He blushed and looked away. “I’ll, uh, I’ll let you change. Toothpaste is in the bathroom.”
He walked out of the room again, and you quickly jumped up to put your uniform back on. It smelled fresh and clean, and a lot like Jordan. You walked into his bathroom and as you passed the mirror you realized you looked more than a little disheveled. Reaching into your pocket for a hair-tie, you quickly settled on yanking your hair back into a ponytail. You weren’t exactly ready to walk out onto a runway, but it was the best you could do at the moment. You quickly brushed your teeth and headed out of the bathroom, hoping that you didn’t look totally awful.
Then you slipped your phone into your pocket, all texts to Stiles forgotten, and you stepped out of Jordan’s bedroom. You peered down the hall and walked into his living room, catching sight of your forgotten, unzipped medical bag sitting next to his couch. You knelt down and closed it, and then you picked it up and tossed it over your shoulder.
“Ready to go?” Jordan asked you as he popped his head out of his kitchen.
“Yeah,” you told him with a smile. “I guess I’m driving since you don’t know where your car is.”
“I’m hoping somewhere safe,” he told you as you headed out the door. “But if not, I’ve got my station car…and a friend who might be willing to give me a ride.”
You grinned, looking up into his green eyes. “Parrish, the only way you’re getting a ride from me is if you’re riding in the back of my ambulance.”
“Don’t tempt me, Stilinski,” he told you with a smile.
You laughed and turned to head down the hall, but he gently grabbed your wrist. “Hey, Y/n?”
“Yeah?” you asked as he let go of your wrist.
“You’re off tonight aren’t you?”
“What?” you asked with a laugh.
“You’re off tonight,” he repeated, although it was more like a statement than a question this time.
“Yes,” you told him, and not only could he see you smiling, but he could hear it in your voice. “How’d you know that?”
“We keep a copy of the first responder schedule at the station,” he admitted sheepishly. “I check it from time to time.”
“Are you asking me out, Deputy?” you asked him slyly.
“I might be,” he admitted.
“But we’re together now,” you pointed out.
“Well yeah,” he agreed. “But only because you fell asleep here after stitching up my wounds. I wanted to do this properly.”
You laughed. “Nothing ever happens properly in this town.”
You reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt and he eagerly leaned down to meet your lips. The kiss was soft and gentle, and you could have laughed at the fact that Parrish was keeping his hands politely on your waist. He was literally the perfect gentleman.
You could have stayed that way forever, except for, one; your need to breathe and two; the voice from behind you that said “Well, well, well. So this is where you went last night.”
You froze and pulled away from Parrish, only to turn around and see Scott, Stiles and Lydia standing in the middle of the hall. Lydia smiled and winked at you with a small tilt of her head, and Scott was standing next to her, blushing slightly. He looked a little embarrassed, but you could see that he was happy, although Stiles looked the exact opposite.
“You know,” Stiles continued. “You could have mentioned you were staying the night with the human torch. We’ve been looking for both of you for hours.”
“I was a little busy,” you told Stiles.
“Well if you got your own place, I wouldn’t have to worry about you running off in the middle of the night to get busy-”
“Stiles!” you complained. “Not like that. Jesus Christ, I was trying to make sure he didn’t die. I fell asleep on his couch.”
“So that’s why you were just making out with him in front of his apartment.”
“I’m an adult,” you stated. “Unlike you. I’m also your older sister, which means when I tell you to get your ass back home and do those dishes you forgot to do, you do it.”
“I didn’t-” he began, but then his eyes narrowed and became wide again. You hadn’t been sure he had forgotten his chores, but you had a hunch. Luckily, your big sister instincts were spot on. “How did you even-?”
“So, uh, you’re okay?” Scott cut in, eyeing you and Parrish.
“We’re great,” he told them. “Thank for checking on me though.”
“Is that all you guys needed?” you asked them.
“Actually,” Stiles began. “The jeep may have broken down on this wild goose-chase to find you two. So you’re gonna have to give us all a ride home. And maybe call a tow-truck for Roscoe.”
You gritted your teeth, and shot Stiles a glare so deadly that the others were surprised he hadn’t dropped  dead onto the floor of the apartment complex. You narrowed your eyes at your little brother, but it wasn’t like you could just order him to walk home.
“Fine. I’ll take you three home,” you told them, but then you turned back to Jordan. “Is it okay if I come back and pick you up?”
He grinned at you. ”I’ll be waiting.”
You smiled and nodded, and then headed down the hall with Scott, Stiles and Lydia in tow.
“So,” Lydia said in a sing-song voice. “Do I get all the hot and heavy details?”
“No!” you snapped at her. “There were no hot and heavy details.”
“So you’re not together?” she asked with a pout.
“Uh,” you began uncertainly. “No.”
But Scott, who could hear the skip in your heart, smiled. “You sure about that?”
You sighed. “I don’t know.”
“I think you’re dating,” Lydia told you with a grin. “And I do want those details.”
Stiles made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. “Ugh. Spare me.”
“Hey,” you told him with a smirk. “I can still leave your ass on the side of the road.”
“Well then I’d just walk into traffic,” he told you haughtily. “Then you’d have to come stop my internal bleeding.”
“Maybe I’d just let you die,” you fired back.
“Dad would so ground you,” Stiles told you with a smirk. “Doesn’t matter if you are 23.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile on your face. You were having way too good of a morning for it to be ruined by Stiles’ snark. “Whatever.”
“So,” Lydia prompted. “Are you going out with him again tonight?”
You looked over at her with raised eyebrows. “Maybe.”
The banshee squealed and clapped her hands together. “I knew it!”
For the duration of the walk down the hall and the whole elevator ride, Lydia didn’t stop singing “They’re dating! They’re dating!”
You rolled your eyes once more, but in the end, you couldn’t say you minded. Your stomach suddenly growled, reminding you of what you would be coming back to, and it was way more than just breakfast.

Winter Break - Going Home (1-17c)

***This is an original fic that fits in between the Luxury Date special and Book 2/Chapter 1 (1-17c in my masterlist)***


Masterlist - go here for other chapters and related original fics

Disclaimer: The following are fics (adaptations from actual game chapters AND original works) to Choices: The Freshman and The Sophomore stories. It is a fictional adaptation. I (we) do not work for Pixelberry Studios, the game developer or own the rights to the characters Chris Powell, Nichole or any other IN GAME character. All of the ORIGINAL characters, storylines and events were developed for my adaptation of The Freshman story. The Cherryfield High Prequel Series was written by @drivenbyfantasy in conjunction with the works you see here. Many pieces are the results of a wonderful collaboration between both parties.

Comments: I enjoyed playing Choices The Freshman… and then I found this awesome group of people and their works - I’ve loved it all, very much so. Deciding that I wanted more interaction than the options allowed, I’ve gone through the first book, chapter by chapter (omg painfully slow) to follow the story (95-99% I’d say) and add to it as I felt would benefit. Now I am doing the same to Book 2 as well.

Basically, I wanted to include certain things that weren’t really full fic worthy, adding more substance to the story. However, I did add some full size fic moments also… some are included in cannon chapters and some are their own full chapters in between. I wanted to see MC and Chris through their freshman year… with more angst, fluff, sweetness, real life and overall detail. So, if you like that pairing then you’ll be satisfied, otherwise sorry James & Kaitlyn fans lol. I even added some parts from Chris’s POV, so that we have a chance to see what he’s thinking, knowing what she experienced.

There will be ADULT and/or NSFW moments in certain chapters - this is a warning lol. I will try my best to make it obvious as it occurs…

Paring: MC x Chris

POV: ~MC~ or ~Chris~


~MC~

The game and after parties run late, leaving Thibbs’s jet to wait until the group arrives so they can leave L.A.. They finally load up and head out early the next morning, somewhere around 1 a.m. The group of friends were still buzzing from the excitement, causing them to stay awake for quite some time. After an hour or two into the 7 hour flight, everyone finally starts to settle down. Most fall asleep and stay there for the remainder of the flight home.

Chris and MC snuggle close to each other in their reclined seats, sharing a plush blanket provided by the small crew. MC curls up against Chris, her head on his chest with his arm wrapped around her tightly, holding her close. They whisper back and forth for a while until it becomes clear they are both finally falling asleep, their words slowing and becoming very broken and incoherent. She lets out a soft giggle when he’s in the middle of a particularly pointless sentence.

Chris suddenly pauses, apparently realizing this, before speaking a final time with a sleepy grin on his face as he looks at her through narrow slits. “Yeah, I’m out… G’Night, MC.”

He pulls her close and they both fade into deep sleep. When the jet arrives in Boston, the crew gently rouses everyone so they can disembark. The group of friends walk together towards the parking lot and say their goodbyes.

Chris quickly unlocks his red Jeep Wrangler and starts it so it will warm up and MC jumps in to call her mom, while Chris stays outside talking to Darren and Logan for a minute longer. She lets her mother know that they have made it back to Massachusetts, but it will take a while for them to drive to Hartefeld, so she tells her to wait a few hours to leave the house for the reasonably short trip to pick her up.

Along the way back to their dorm, Chris and MC talk about their trips home and what they will do with most of their time away from Hartfeld. Both admit that they will be working when they can, as both they and their families could use the extra money right now. Each also plan on spending time with friends and family as much as possible. Both have missed them all greatly over the last few months.

As soon as they make it to the dorm parking lot, Chris and MC slide out of the Jeep and simultaneously open the doors to the back seat to grab their bags. However, when MC opens her side she finds her bag missing. She looks across the Jeep’s back seat and quickly locates it though. MC finds it already slung over Chris’s shoulder with his own, a huge ‘gotcha’ grin already in place.

She shakes her head and smiles before shutting the door and meeting him in front of the Jeep, lacing her fingers through his free hand as they walk to the dorm door. As they walk to and through the dorm building, everything feels so surreal. Most of the students are already gone from campus and it’s eerily quiet while also peaceful. It’s just, unnatural. Chris sets their luggage down near the kitchen table and heads into the kitchen.

Knowing that she has a least an hour or two to wait for her ride home, MC digs out her phone to check her messages and sits on the couch. Chris comes back from the kitchen with two water bottles, handing one to MC as he sits next to her on the couch. She thanks him and they share a moment of silence as they drink their water and reflect on recent events.

Both are fairly exhausted from the trip home, having only received about five to six hours of sleep on the flight, then following it up with an hour long car ride back to Hartfeld. With the time difference from L.A. to Boston, the morning was already well underway, working towards 11 a.m.

They decide to order a pizza and relax in the living room until it arrives. Chris stretches out on the couch and opens his arms to MC as she returns from her room with cash for the delivery person. She sets everything on the counter and smiles as she heads towards him.

He shifts to his side as she comes close, sitting next to him as he stretches out again before pulling her down, spooning her when she stretches out in front of him. He slides one arm under her head and the other around her waist, pulling her close and securing her spot on the couch. She sighs and shimmies into his warmth, quickly falling asleep to the sound of his even breathing. He falls right behind her in just seconds.

A loud knocking jerks them from their peaceful slumber, making MC sit straight up on the edge of the couch and look around befuddled for a moment, not yet aware of her surroundings. Chris lets out a low chuckle and sits up as well, rubbing her back for a moment before he slides around her and off the couch before heading towards the door. He pulls out his wallet and adds to the cash he grabs off the counter for their delivery.

MC stands and stretches her arms high above her head just as Chris returns to the living room, pizza box in hand. They turn on the TV and flip around until they find The Lightning Bug Holiday Special that the two of them missed during the storm a few days earlier. They both laugh and dissect the episode until they are exhausted once again. After a moment, MC turns to Chris and watches him as he types in a map app on his phone.

She leans over and rests her head on his shoulder, realizing that he’s mapping his trip home. She quickly notices the almost 6 hours drive to make it to his home in Cherryfield, Maine from Hartefeld, which is near Worchester, Massachusetts. She immediately frowns, knowing that it gets darker earlier this time of year, so the later he leaves, the worse his drive will become. She looks at her phone, noting that it was already noon, which meant it would turn dark on his way home no matter what, but the sooner he leaves, the safer the drive.

~Chris~

Chris turns his eyes from his phone to hers, noticing her deep frown. “What’s up?”

She sits back and looks at him, her worried expression growing. “You really should have left before now…” She trails off, gesturing towards his phone, concern lacing her words.

He gives her a light chuckle as he nudges her with his shoulder. “We just got back and you’re already trying to get rid of me, huh?”

She swiftly turns and looks straight into his eyes. “Wha–no! I… I’m worried. About your trip home. It’s going to get dark on your drive, even if you leave now.” She frowns and looks down at her hands, currently folded together in her lap.

He reaches over to wrap her closest hand with his, giving it a squeeze. He waits to speak until she looks up at him again. “It will be fine. I know upstate Maine like the back of my hand.” She gives him a unsure look. “Even in the dark…” He flashes her a snarky grin.

She sighs and searches his face. “When are you planning on leaving then?”

He shrugs but keeps his grin in place. “When are you?”

She scrunches up her nose and gives him a mock glare. “That’s different. My trip home takes like… an hour and a half or something.”

He notices her anxiety building over the idea of his drive home ending in the dark, so he quickly attempts to squash it. “Look MC, I will be fine.”

“But it’s a long drive, by yourself…” She begins and he nods, confirming her words. “…and you’re tired.”

He looks at her then, refuting her statement. “We slept on the plane and we just had a nap.”

She shakes her head, “That’s not enough, and you know it.”

He laughs, internally recognizing that she was right. He could feel the pizza and lack of sleep already weighing on him a little. “Okay, how about this. I take another nap, a short one, then I grab my stuff and go.” He sees her eyeing him suspiciously. “And if I start to feel tired, I get some coffee on the way home…”

She finally seems to relax a little at his new plan, making him feel relieved as well. The thing was, he didn’t want to leave though. He wanted to stay here, with her. As long as possible. It just felt… right. It was a little unusual to him how natural it felt to be here with her, without any interruptions or schedules to keep, even if it was just for one afternoon.

That’s when he felt it again, this time much stronger than before. The melancholy feeling that had been creeping in, starting the moment they touched down in Boston. He sighs as he thinks about how long it will be before he sees her again. Before he can touch her, smell her, kiss her… He almost groans when he thinks about that, his mood shifting slightly darker.

He turns and notices that she has been watching him, her eyes full of concern again. “What’s wrong?”

He forces a flashy grin. “Ah… nothing.”

MC studies him for a moment longer, clearly not believing him at first. She eventually looks away and shifts to a more comfortable position leaning back into the couch. She grabs a pillow and lays it on her lap before she tugs on his sleeve, insisting that he lays down.

Chris can’t help but grin, being more than happy to oblige. He shifts to stretch out on his back down the length of the couch, his long legs dangling over the arm a little as he lays his head in her lap, looking up into her eyes. “This. Is. Awesome.”

She shushes him and starts running her fingers through his hair as he tilts his head to face her. He closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh as he relaxes there, content in her arms. He struggles to stay awake and enjoy the feeling, to breathe in her scent, but he soon realizes she’s too good, and gives in to his exhaustion. He falls asleep within seconds.

~MC~

She lays there comfortably for a while, threading her fingers softly through his hair, over and over until she hears his breathing becoming more shallow, signalling that he had fallen asleep. She smiles as she continues to run her fingers through his hair, now more for herself. She takes the opportunity to study his features in detail, completely uninterrupted.

His hair was soft and thick. So thick, that she takes off her rings after only a few runs through his hair, not wanting to catch and pull any of it. She notices that his hair color shifts from a deep brown at the roots all the way to a lighter auburn highlight near the edges around the top. It’s a beautiful range of warm colors, so different from her cool platinum blonde. His eyebrows and eyelashes are a matching dark brown, making his bold masculine features pop from his face.

She softly traces a finger over his eyebrows, both a little bushy and thick, but not the kind that require a lot of maintenance on a regular basis. She laughs at that, wondering if he is the kind of guy who even worries about that type of thing. “Probably not…” She whispers to herself.

Her hand moves down his face, running along the line of his jaw. She feels some rough stubble starting to take shape as he hasn’t shaved since before they left for California. She thinks back and decides that she hasn’t really seen him with it much longer than it is now though, immediately making her wonder what color it was when it grew out. She had an idea it would be more auburn, like his highlights. The thought makes her smile wide. She always thought redheads, and red-beards, were adorable. The Weasley’s were her favorite wizarding family after all.

They stay like that for a while, her letting him relax in her hands before his long drive home for winter break. She continues to gently run her fingers through his hair, hoping he is getting some much needed rest.

After about half an hour or so, MC sighs as she realizes it’s probably time for him to get going. She hesitates just as she’s about to wake him though, not wanting the moment to end. She knows she doesn’t really want him to leave. She’s enjoying it, a lot. The break suddenly feels like it’s going to be extremely long. Usually the idea appeals to her, but this time, she isn’t so sure.

MC frowns slightly as she looks down at him, his face completely relaxed as his head rests cradled in her lap. She swears she sees a small smile on his lips, the corners tilted up just so as she runs her fingers through his hair a final time. Before breaking the spell, she gently grabs her phone from the side table and pulls up the camera. She bites her bottom lip for a moment, contemplating her plan.

She promptly gives in and takes a quick photo of him there, absolutely relaxed in her lap. Just to be sure she gets a good one, she takes a few more. Telling herself it’s just incase some are bad, before putting her phone down. Knowing it has to be done, though not wanting to do it, she sighs and leans over, kissing his forehead. His brow wrinkles slightly then fades back to his relaxed expression.

“Chris?” She says his name softly.

He doesn’t stir at first, so she tries again, this time rubbing his cheek and the rim of his ear before trailing her fingers down his neck. She says his name again, a little louder than before. “Chris.”

Chris’s brow draws together in slight irritation at the interruption to his blissful state. He grumbles and turns on his side, running one arm behind her back and burrowing his face into her lap.

She lets out a small laugh and tries again, this time lightly shaking his exposed shoulder. “Chris Powell.”

The use of his last name must have done it, as he rolls back slightly and peers up to her through heavy lidded eyes. “MC?”

She smiles at his sleepy confusion. “Hey there… naps over I’m afraid.”

He sits up, propping himself up on his arm as he pivots to look around the room, his mind focusing on the situation again. “How long was I out?” He mumbles through a gravely voice as he places his feet on the floor.

MC shifts to sit next to him, rubbing his back softly to help wake him up. “Maybe 30 minutes or so..?” She guesses.

He shakes the sleep from his head and turns to look at her, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “It felt like hours. What did you do to me?” He flashes her a playful questioning look.

She just shrugs and smirks, moving her hand to his neck and applying more pressure. His eyes roll shut and he lowers his face onto his hands, letting out a soft groan at her actions. She does it for another minute or two before standing and turning to him, offering her hand to steady him as he stands up.

MC starts to pull away, but he draws her close, wrapping his arms securely around her and burrowing his face into her neck, hiding in her hair. She feels his warm breath on her skin and shivers at the contact, running her hands around and up his back. He sighs and stands there for a moment. She understands the feeling.

She tilts her head towards his, her lips close to his ear. “Promise me something?”

He takes a deep breath, his face still hidden in her hair. “What’s that?”

She pulls him back, leaning to see his bright blue eyes. “Don’t text or anything while you’re driving. Please.”

His curious expression melts into a warm smile, his eyes closing as he leans towards her, their foreheads making gentle contact. He raises his hands to cup both sides of her face, his calloused thumbs running across her cheeks.

“I promise.” He whispers before he tilts her chin up slightly, gently covering her lips with his own.

The familiar electric feeling shoots through with the contact. It starts on her lips and creeps through her entire body, one cell at a time. Their kisses remain soft and slow, each trying to savor the moment as long as possible. He asks for more and she eagerly gives him permission, opening her lips more as she flicks her tongue out to greet his. He groans and presses his lips to hers more firmly, sweeping his tongue inside, playfully finding hers.

MC sucks on Chris’s lower lip a little as he pulls it back to look her eyes. Her actions make him pull her tight against his chest before taking her lips with his again. They eventually break contact and once again lean into each other, eyes closed as they press their temples together. Chris nuzzles her ear, causing her to shudder in his hands. He holds her tighter, just about holding her up as her knees feel weak.

MC lightly kisses the spot right below his ear, making him suck in a sharp breath. “Drive safe, okay?”

Chris leans back once more, searching her face with a cocky smile. “You got it.” He quickly kisses the top of her head before separating and walking towards his bag.

“Ah, almost forgot my guitar.” He turns and dashes towards his room, returning almost immediately with his guitar case in hand. He flings his bag over his left shoulder and reaches for her one last time, pulling her into a firm hug before he steps out of the door. “See you soon, MC.”

She forces a smile when all she wants to do is frown. “Yes, soon. Have a good break Chris.” She watches as he heads down the stairs, waving at him one last time as he disappears.

MC lets out a small disappointed sigh and heads back inside. She drags her suitcase back to her room and adds a few more items to it before setting it by the door. She doesn’t have to wait long before her mother calls her phone, letting her know she was about to arrive on campus. MC grabs her stuff and heads downstairs.

The ride home was enjoyable. MC missed her parents. She missed her old life. So it was easy to talk with her and catch up on everything she’s missed. The odd thing is, MC has a nigging feeling that she is going to miss her new life more. Even though it’s only been such a short time.

When they finally arrive back in her hometown, she grins at all the memorable spots from her highschool years as they pass by. She can’t wait to get home and hug her dad, to visit her friends and see her dog. She has missed them all greatly. For the first time since finals, she almost forgets the other pieces of her life that must now wait until she returns to Hartfeld.

Her dad comes outside when he sees them arrive, scooping MC up into a tight hug as he spins her around. He has hugged her the same way since she was a toddler, and she loves it. “So, how’s college life? Ready to get your masters?” He jokes as he removes her suitcase from the rear of her mother’s SUV.

She laughs at him as they walk towards the house. “Oh, you know it. Next I’ll be getting my doctorate and teaching before you know it.”

MC has missed this. The goofy banter that only she and her father shared. Her mother just didn’t get it. While she was sweet and caring, she was often too serious and became awkward when she tried to joke with them. It is cute though, but usually ends in failure.

When they enter the house her best friend runs to greet her, whistling and jumping up on her, dying to be acknowledged. She crouches down and hugs her border collie mix, Max. The excitement dripping off of him as he flounces around her feet.

“Hey buddy. I missed yooooou.” She pulls him into a big hug, making him actually smile through his hysterical panting.

She tells her parents she’s going to take her stuff to her room and maybe take a quick nap, the day finally catching up with her. She enters her room, followed closely by Max, and notes the time. She begins to wonder how far Chris has made it so far, hoping he was over halfway there at least.

MC barely gets her shoes off after sitting on the edge of her bed before her phone rings. She picks it up and sees that it’s a FaceTime call, from Chris. She simultaneously feels butterflies in her stomach but also frowns, knowing that he’s not even close to being home and here he was calling. Part of her begins to worry as she slides the phone to answer the call.

~Chris~

He stares at his phone, eagerly waiting for MC to pick up. When she does he can see her face and can’t help but grin. He was expecting this. This exact expression. Her face was a mixture of emotions, ranging from happy to anxious to angry.

“Hey.” He flashes her a big grin.

Her face scrunches up more. “You promised.”

Chris laughs and nods. “That I did… and I did not break it.”

He receives a look of disbelief so he turns his phone around showing her that he was parked on the side of a gas station. He even shows her his keys in his lap, not in the dash. When he spins the phone back to face him, he finds her expression much more relaxed, even smiling at him.

“Better now?” He raises his eyebrow at her and she nods.

“Yes, thank you. But what are you doing…” She trails off as she looks at him curiously.

“I started to feel tired, so I stopped for a break. I pulled in here and got some coffee…” He notices her smile grow because he kept another promise, “…and I knew you would probably be home, so I wanted to call and make sure you made it down okay.”

He clears his throat before continuing, “And… I wanted to see your face.”

Chris receives a blushing smile in response, making him feel good throughout. They chat for a while as he drinks his coffee. He happily listens as she tells him about her drive home with her mom and how goofy her dad had been when she arrived. She suddenly gets excited and spins her phone to show him Max, telling Chris that her four legged friend was the love of her life.

Chris laughs and lets out a big sigh as she turns the phone back to face her. “Well, I guess I should drop out of the race now, huh?” She instantly blushes on the other side of the call, obviously realizing what he was implying.

They chat for a few more minutes while he consumes the last of his caffeine, finally feeling it begin to surge throughout his body. She doesn’t let him stall very long though, knowing the daylight is creeping further and further away as he sits in his Jeep. He chuckles at her persistent worry about his safety, while something inside him loves knowing that she’s so concerned about him.

“Alright, alright. I’ll get going… I’ll let you know when I get home, okay?” He flashes her one last smile as she nods and they say their goodbyes.

~MC~

A few hours later, after dinner with her parents, MC finds herself back in her room, laying on her bed flipping through her phone. She sends out a few texts to her friends from Hartfeld, making sure everyone has made it home safely. She even chats through text with Zack for a while, making her miss him even more as the minutes pass. She jokes with Kaitlyn about holiday traditions in Texas, telling her that she expects pictures of anything extravagant she runs across.

MC makes Abbie and Tyler promise to take cute pictures together and send some to her, as they made last minute plans to meetup after the holidays since they live so close. She wishes James a Merry Christmas, and asks him to say hi to his parents for her. Even though they had an odd introduction, things we’re starting to calm down between James and his parents. MC wants them to know she really does care about their son. They are friends after all.

She did think about visiting with her high school friends tonight, but she is beyond tired. MC also knows what time she need to wake up in the morning if she was going to actually help her uncle at his store. That was her part time job for the break, helping her uncle keep his bookstore tidy, stocking shelves, updating inventory and checking out the occasional customer. She will never complain about this job. Not with her love of books, that and this particular uncle being her absolute favorite.

MC knows she’s not supposed to have a favorite in the family, but everyone does it - they just don’t admit it. Well, he was hers. Her uncle Mike is her mother’s younger brother. He and MC always had a connection, partially through their love of literature, but also because of their ridiculous interactions. They basically communicate with each other through pure sarcasm, and she loves it.

She scrolls absentmindedly through her Facebook feed, suddenly jerking into the presence as the screen of her phone lights up with an incoming SnapChat image of his Jeep parked in front of an adorable house. She could barely see it, the only light in the image from a soft porchlight. The caption reads ‘I’m home! Can you talk?’

MC smiles and sends him a Snap in return, showing her cute fuzzy sock covered feet with Max asleep right next to them. ‘Sure - just hanging with Max.’

A millisecond later her phone rings and she answers the call. “Hey, you.” She can’t help but smile, instantly feeling relieved to finally know he made it home safe.

“Hey, MC. Sorry I didn’t call sooner… I was attacked when I came through the door.” She can tell that he’s tired, but happy as there’s some humor in his words. Chris lets out a soft chuckle, his voice remaining low as he tells her how excited his younger brother and sister were to see him again. How he felt more excitement from seeing them than from any of his games at Hartfeld.

“I didn’t realize how badly I missed them…” His voice tapers off leaving only silence on the line.

MC sighs. “I know. Me too. It’s an odd feeling… like I’m split between two worlds now.”

“Exactly. I guess this is part of it.” He laughs quietly. “Adulting, right?”

“Yeah. Something like that.” She smiles into the phone, enjoying hearing his voice again. “I’m glad you made it home okay…”

She swears she can hear him grin. “I told you I would. You worry too much.”

“Never.” She can hear him laugh softly again, making her heart flutter.

Chris yawns into the phone. “Oh man, I’m beat. I have to get up tomorrow and help my highschool coach with some stuff. He wants someone to condition his new players over break. He seems to think I’m going to whip them into shape or something.”

“Of course you can. You’re Hartfeld’s star quarterback, Chris Powell. If anyone can, it’s you.” MC smiles into the phone.

“Ha, yeah. That’s it. Either way, it’s football and it pays. Win/win I suppose.” He yawns again. “I really want to talk to you more, but I need to get some sleep.”

She smirks. “Oh, what’s this? You’re actually tired now?”

“Yeah, yeah. You were right, okay? I’m exhausted.” She can tell he put her on speakerphone by the change in audio.

MC sees a notification pop up on her screen and puts him on speakerphone to open the text. When she does, she is pleasantly rewarded with a picture of a grinning Chris taking a selfie, his body sprawled across the bed. He’s shirtless with minimum covers across his waist. One arm folded behind his head, his expression clear proof of just how worn out he really is.

She stares at it for almost a solid minute, not saying a word as she bites her lip. His chest and abs look just as solid as she remembers. She runs her finger across the image, silently wishing she was there and able to do it in person.

“MC?” She hears his concerned question, confused from the silence.

“Uhh, sorry.” She laughs. “You distracted me.”

“Oh, really… I’ll remember that.” He lets out a soft laugh as she shifts on her bed to take her own selfie.

Curling onto her side, MC clutches a stuffed dog to her chest. She leaves her hair as it falls across her face, the blonde strands partially covering her eyes as she peeks through, looking into the camera with a cute smirk. She’s wearing only a tanktop and it fits her perfectly, the dark color contrasting dramatically against her fair skin. She studies the pic for a moment before she decides it’s acceptable, and sends it to Chris.

She only has to wait a moment to know he’s received it. “Well, damn. That’s cute.”

MC grins and climbs under the covers and turns off her light. “Goodnight, Chris.”

She swears she hears a slight groan before he replies. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

MC feels her heart jump at his words as the call ends. She smiles to herself and brings up the picture he sent back up on her phone, eager to look at it again. He really is tired, she can tell from his face in the picture. But his expression is almost…blissful, at the same time. She’s thrilled for him, happy knowing that he’s going to be able to spend time with his family over the next few weeks. She knows how much he has missed them. She smiles as she sets her alarm and rolls over to find her wonderful friend Sleep.

~Chris~

Chris turns off his bedside lamp and stretches out on his bed. His first thoughts are about how much better his bed is than the one at Hartfeld. He easily fits on this bed, the one at school, not so much. If he stretches out to his full length on his dorm bed, his feet usually go off the edge a little. He suddenly remembers the text she sent and flips his phone back over, opening the picture.

He studies the image for a while, his eyes growing heavier by the minute. Her expression is playful yet relaxed, while her hair is messy in just the right way as it covers her face. He can see most of her lips, and the smirk they are making. Chris realizes that her smirk, the one in the picture right now, is one of his favorite things in the entire world. He’s pretty sure she saves it for him too, which makes it even better.

His eyes trail lower on the image, down her arms, across her ribs, stopping to appreciate the curves of her chest partially hidden behind her stuffed dog. Her exposed hip is lower down in the picture, framed in by the top edge of her underwear, the photo stopping there. He can’t help but wish it was a wider picture.

Chris feels his lower abdomen flutter with desire as he continues to look at her picture. Knowing he needs sleep, he sighs and turns off his phone. He’s aware that he’s too tired to give in to the idea tonight, but he has a feeling he might spend some time with that picture tomorrow morning before jumping into the shower. He raises his right arm and drapes it over his eyes, willing the building desire to dissipate quickly so he can get some rest.

~MC~

MC wakes to her alarm going off next to her on the bedside table. She groans and flips over, slapping at the offensive device until it ceases its horrific noise. It’s 8 a.m., giving her two hours to get up, get ready and feed herself before she heads to her uncle’s bookstore. That’s one of the things she loves about bookstores, especially in this town. They tend open and stay open later than other stores. It’s perfect for someone like her who loves to stay up late, when it’s quiet and dark, reading into the early morning hours.

She sits up and reaches for her phone, causing the screen to light up with her movements. That’s when she sees it.

“Good Morning, beautiful.” The caption is across an image of a rising sun on the coast of Maine. She smiles as she studies the range of colors and life in the picture.

She quickly saves the SnapChat image and takes one of her window, the sun now slightly higher than it was in his. She adds a quick caption before she sends it. “You talking to me, or the sun?”

The next image she receives is of his smirking profile looking over an empty football field. She assumes it’s his high school, that he’s probably meeting his old coach to come up with some type of plan for his break. The caption reads, “Aren’t they the same?”

She quickly saves the image again, her face turning hot from his flirtatious behavior. “You’re a flirt. You know that, right?” She adds the text across a picture of her face, firmly pressed into he pillow to hide her red cheeks.

It only takes seconds to receive his response. This time it’s a short three second video of his face, and a slow growing smirk. He included a caption again, “Only with you.”

She can’t stop herself from capturing the image again, saving it for review at a later time. Feeling the butterflies in her stomach she takes a deep breath and jumps out of bed, getting ready for her day.

The hours pass quickly, her work flying by as she reconnects with her uncle while they spend time at the store. She tells him about her first quarter at Hartefeld, and he tells her about her younger cousins, his children, and all the trouble they have been upto since she left. Before she knows it, the afternoon has come and gone prompting him to tell her to go home. His part time worker usually closes the shop for him anyway since it was typically quiet as the night deepened. Having someone else there also let him spend quality time with his family in the evenings.

She waves goodbye to him, promising to visit her aunt and cousins soon. She realizes that it’s Saturday night, so the store will be closed Sunday. They decided that she would work 3 to 4 days each week to help him out, other than Christmas of course. She pulls out her phone and sends a few texts to her highschool friends, knowing everyone is in town for the holidays.

It doesn’t take long for them to formulate a plan, similar to the old days. They meet up at her friend Gina’s house, still having the biggest basement for everyone to hang out in. Just about everyone from ‘The Group’ as they called themselves, was able to come over and chill. She smiles as she catches up with everyone, noticing how some of her friends appear to have changed a lot, while others not at all. She is glad that her closest friends still feel the same, making it easy for them to fall back into familiar habits and conversations.

Gina was probably her best friend from high school. They had hit it off from the first day she arrived, the shorter girl graciously befriending the new kid that was MC. Gina is like a sister to MC, the only one she’s ever had. Her other friend Brittany is just about as close. MC calls her ‘B’ for short, a nickname of sorts that she had received from a previous boyfriend. It fit her, even when he didn’t anymore, so she kept it, letting only a select few actually address her in such a way.

There were probably 12 to 15 old friends hanging out in the familiar basement that night. All of whom MC knows well, some in a personal way. She looks across the room randomly while laughing at something B had just said, causing her eyes fall on Peter. He was one of the someones who was very familiar to her. She gives him a friendly smile and a small wave, hoping it won’t become any more awkward than it currently is.

She hasn’t seen or heard from him since the day he left for his freshman year at college, the year she was a junior as he was a year older. They dated in high school, but MC had always felt that something was missing, even back then. Sure, he was in great physical shape, his time playing football and hockey helped him accomplish that. He was nice, always there to help her when she needed it, and still be there even if she didn’t. He was smart and charismatic too, becoming the class vice president his senior year at Butler High.

None of that mattered though. She knew back then that they weren’t right for each other. MC really wanted him to be, but it never felt right. He didn’t do anything wrong, in fact he just about did everything right. But it never gave her a feeling of completion.

She knows now what that means, what that actually feels like. She didn’t realize what she was missing then… the way she feels when she’s around Chris, the way he makes her feel with his words and his touch. He not only provides the missing pieces, but also creates an entirely new feeling of support around her.

MC shakes her head, trying to escape from her deep thoughts. She inwardly scolds herself as she remembers that Chris isn’t hers to claim. They have only shared a few kisses at this point. Well, there have been more than kisses a few times, but there were no labels. There had been no discussions or spoken dreams of what could be between them.

She takes a deep breath, reminding herself that he had only come back to her just a week or so prior to today. She wants to trust him, to run blindly into his arms and know she can stay there safely forever. But there’s still a nagging feeling that won’t seem to leave her alone. She pulls out her phone and contemplates contacting Chris. She has yet to talk to him today. No communication since their morning snaps.

MC finally decides to snap him a quick pic of all of her friends across the basement floor. She adds a quick caption, “Reconnecting with friends. You?”

She tucks her phone into her back pocket and rejoins the conversation between Gina and B, laughing at their crazy stories from college.

Only about a minute passes before she feels her phone vibrate from a responding snap. When she unlocks her phone she lets out a small laugh at what she sees.

His image is very similar, except it looks like he’s at some sort of pub or restaurant, “Same. Wanna meet my brothers?”

She almost instantly receives another snap, this time with two handsome looking guys in it. She can tell they are the same age, so when he said brothers he must mean his friends, possibly old teammates as she sees their muscular arms and necks peaking out of their clothes. They both grin for the picture, one giving a thumbs up while the other flashes her a wink, “FaceTime me if you want?”  The caption reads.

She grins and steps away from her friends, getting a little bit of distance so she can hear when the call connects.

It doesn’t take long for Chris to accept the call, his appealing athletic profile filling up her screen. “Hey, MC.” He says her name warmly, happily, making her melt a little inside.

“Hey, stranger.” She can’t help but return the smile, her cheeks hurting from the pull.

“I want you to meet my brothers from another mother.” Chris turns his phone around, away from him and across the table, so the same two faces from the earlier snap come into view.

She waves at them as they grin and say hi back. She can still hear Chris as he introduces them, his slight accent sounding just a little more pronounced as his hand appears in the screen, pointing to each friend in turn.

“This guy over here, the one with the mess of black hair, this is Ryan. He was my Running Back. The other one…” His hand shifts to the right, “…this Weasley throwback over here…” She hears both Chris and Ryan laugh hard as his redheaded friend shoots him a narrow glare past the phone. “…this guy, this is Ethan. He was my Fullback, my savior.” Chris reaches over the table and ruffles his friends hair, receiving an even deeper glare.

“I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for these two crazy assholes.” The pair flashes her big grins as they playfully shoulder check each other.

Ethan reaches over and grabs the phone from Chris, pulling MC’s perspective closer to him as Ryan leans into view. She finds a quiet room to talk in off the main basement room, gaining some privacy to properly meet Chris’s friends. The three of them chat for a few minutes, getting to know each other on a basic level, not really able to do much else in the current scenario.

Occasionally they flip the camera view back towards Chris, without his knowledge, so she can see the faces he makes as they tell her a multitude of things about him. She sees the embarrassment creep across his face a few times as they tell particularly amusing stories from their high school years. Ryan clears his throat after a few minutes of this, interrupting another story Ethan can’t resist sharing. He interrupts and pulls the phone towards himself, making MC smile with his overly exaggerated serious expression.

He quickly winks at her before Chris can see and turns the camera view on the quarterback, again without his knowledge. “You know, this guy hasn’t stopped talking about you since he got here.”

MC stares at the phone, her breath catching in her throat as she watches Chris. The muscular man on her screen shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes going wide as he leans forward, silently threatening Ryan to shut his mouth. She quickly covers her own to smother a giggle while Ryan flips the camera back to himself as he bites his tongue, trying not to break character.

“I mean, seriously… can you quit stalking him? We’re trying to catch up with our friend here. I can’t believe he’s only been at college for one quarter and already has a groupie…” Ryan lays it on thick before he flips the camera view again, focusing on Chris.

MC bites her bottom lip while time slows down as she watches Chris’s reaction. His face turns dark, his blue eyes crackling as his brows slam together while he frowns deeply. She can see his hands clench into tight fists, turning his knuckles white. In a flash he lunges at the phone, or more specifically, the person behind holding his phone.

She gasps as the screen on her phone jerks around, giving her a view of the ceiling while a few elbows and other body parts come in and out of view. She can hear a lot of commotion as the phone gets knocked around on the table. She’s also pretty sure she hears Chris growl out a few ugly statements sprinkled with curse words. All of a sudden her view rights itself, giving her a much better perspective of the scuffle.

Ethan begins to speak to her then, “So, Ryan’s lucky he’s not getting his asked kicked right now…” He laughs as he turns the phone towards Chris and Ryan, now standing about ten or so feet from the table.

Chris has his hands tightly twisted into the fabric of Ryan’s unbuttoned flannel near his collarbone. His face is frozen in an even glare as Ryan’s hands grip Chris’s slightly taller shoulders with force, his mouth moving rapidly as he explains himself. MC notices that Ryan is also built nicely, but not quite as tall or thick as Chris.

She chews on her lip as she watches the tension slowly leave them both. Chris lets go of Ryan completely, turning sideways as if he was going to walk away. His dark haired friend quickly pulls him into a side hug, throwing his arm around Chris’s shoulders and leans in close, saying something that she still cannot hear. Whatever it was, it finally puts a smile from Chris’s lips as he looks down. His expression returns to a normal, sweet bashful smile.

MC lets out a sigh of relief while simultaneously hearing Ethan chuckle. “He’ll never learn…” He mumbles with a hint of humor.

Ryan pats Chris on the back and starts to walk towards their table. Chris is about to do the same when a beautiful brunette steps into view. Her long dark hair is made up of big loose curls landing midway down her back. She reaches over and places her hand on his shoulder, causing him to stop and turn to see who it is.

MC swallows hard. She knows exactly who it is by the look that crosses Chris’s face. She watches while he slowly closes his eyes as his broad shoulders slump slightly. The brunette runs her hand from his shoulder farther up his neck, her fingers wrapping around the nape of his neck.

Ethan quickly turns the camera back to his face and plasters on a quick smile. MC easily assumes he’s hoping she didn’t see much. “Heeeey, so Chris’s said you have a dog… oh what was his name, uh, Mac… no wait, Max! I love dogs, what kind is he again?”

MC forces a smile for his sake as he tries so very hard to distract her. She instantly feels closer to him, her expression thanking him for the effort although futile. “He’s a border collie mix. The best dog in the world…”

Ethan glances to his right for a second, and MC hears a familiar voice again, the volume level increasing with each word as he moves closer. “…said NO. Now leave me alone.”

Ethan and Ryan lean in briefly to give her a quick wave as the phone is immediately pulled from their hands. Chris tilts it to face him slightly as he glances down, apparently walking as he does, his face void of much expression. He gives her a small apologetic smile as he goes, reaching to grab something before she hears a door creak open. She realizes that he has grabbed his jacket and is now outside as he juggles the phone to put it on.

He finally gets it zipped up and lets out a huge sigh before he straightens the phone in front of him, his eyes locking onto hers. “Hey…” He says in a somewhat tired tone, a small smile curling the corner of his lips.

“Hey, you. Everything okay?” She asks quietly.

Chris nods as he leans against the side of the building. “Yeah, sorry about that. I know better than to let Ryan get to me. We’ve always screwed around, so I should be used to it.” He flashes her a weak smile.

“He really does care about you though. I can tell.” She gives him a reassuring smile.

He nods again and lets out a short laugh. “Oh, I know. I wasn’t joking when I said I wouldn’t be where I am now without the two of them. I’m glad they were able to get out of Cherryfield like I did.” He lets out a quick puff of air, jostling his bangs as his voice goes very low. “Would hate to see them stuck here…”

She stays silent and watches him as his face goes through a kaleidoscope of emotions for a minute. She sees just about everything cross his features, from warm happiness to anger and gloom.

~Chris~

He notices her silence and looks up into the screen, into her digital hazel eyes, seeing her concern. “I’m alright, MC. It’s just been a long 24 hours. Everything is so different… yet still familiar. Just trying to process, I guess.”

MC stays quiet as he works through his thoughts for a moment. She must have sensed his struggle as he hits a roadblock in his mind.

She finally speaks. “And Nichole..?”

His eyes flash up to hers before he shakes his head with a smirk. “Ah, saw that did you…”

It wasn’t a question. He pushes off of the side of the building and she hears his keys jingle in his hand for a moment as he takes a few steps. She waits as he unlocks and climbs in his Jeep, turning it on to start the heat as he places the phone on his console directly in front of him.

He finally looks up and into her eyes, searching as he rubs his hands together to generate warmth. “So… how did you know it was her?”

“I could just tell.” Her voice turns into a whisper. “She still loves you…”

Chris frowns and looks at her with intensity. “What? There’s no way.” He pauses and shakes his head, clenching his eyes shut. “Wait, even if she does… I don’t care.” He almost looks angry as he speaks.

He sighs and looks at her pleadingly. “Why are you saying this? Did I scare you when I grabbed Ryan? We were just messing around–” His brow pinches together tightly with concern, his expression becoming more worried by the second so she quickly interrupts.

“No… no, I just. I saw the way you looked at her when she touched you, and–” Chris quickly holds his hand up, cutting her off this time.

“Stop. Please stop.” He takes a deep breath. “Whatever you saw, is nothing like what you think it was.”

He lets out a sigh. “I can assure you that I want nothing to do with her. Not anymore. Not for a while. I didn’t even see her come in tonight, otherwise I would have left.”

He looks at MC very seriously for a second. “I need you to believe me. I need you to know that I don’t care about her like that.”

“But–” She begins.

Chris cuts her off again, his voice more stern this time. “MC.” He waits for her to close her mouth and for him to speak again. “What I said up on the roof, the night of the dance…” He watches her eyes as she recalls that moment.

“I meant it. All of it.” He waits as he looks into her eyes, instantly wishing he was able to touch her. To pull her close and hold her tight, so he could prove to her what he was saying.

He quickly looks away and snorts a small laugh. “Ah, if only I was there… or you were here. None of this would have happened this way.”

“I’m sorry, Chris.” She smiles weakly at him.

He shakes his head rapidly. “No, you have no reason to be sorry, MC. This is my fault.”

“How about we agree it’s no one’s fault and pretend it ever happened. Except for the stories part… I really enjoyed that.” Her grin grows and he feels the anxiety leave his body with each calming breath. “I would love to meet them all one day.”

He grins at her. “I would like that.”

MC’s head turns as someone knocks on the doorframe of the room. Chris curiously watches as she says hey to someone and that she will be out in a little while. He takes a deep breath as a sad smile crosses his face.

She turns back to face him and apologizes for the interruption, but he shakes his head again. “It’s okay, MC. I’ve kept you from your friends long enough. They deserve some time with you. I’ll uh… I’ll talk to you tomorrow, if you want to?” He gives her a cautious smile.

“I’m expecting that, actually. Don’t let me down here, football star.” She gives him a daring look, begging him to stand her up.

“Heh, you got it.” He gives her a genuine smile, finally feeling more at ease. “Have a good night, beautiful.”

He sees her flush at the last word, making his chest swell momentarily, excited to see her react to his new nickname for her.

“Night, handsome. Stay safe.” She tosses back, her competitive side clearly not giving in as she gives him a cocky smirk, his smirk, before she ends the connection.

Chris lets out a large breath of air as he leans his seat back and closes his eyes, his mind instantly drifting to detailed thoughts about MC.

~MC~

MC takes a long deep breath as she closes her phone and puts it into her back pocket. She glances over at the closed door, wondering why Peter had been searching for her a few minutes before. She frowns a little as she gets up off the spare bed and straightens her shirt. Once she heads back out into the main basement space, she finds Gina and B again. The two were in a deep conversation about classes, completely oblivious to the world around them.

She smiles and keeps going, making rounds to say hi to everyone she has yet to reconnect with. They each reminisce in their own ways, some telling stories, while others share pictures from the past and occasionally the present

MC feels a warm grip on her wrist as she’s laughing at one of her friends jokes. She turns to see who it is, finding the touch somewhat familiar. Her eyes look from her wrist up to a pair of deep brown eyes. “Peter?”

He smiles warmly at her. “Hey, MC. Care to walk with me outside?”

She stands there for a moment, trying to figure out what he wants, seeing how they had not spoken to each other in quite some time. “Uh, sure.”

They set their cups down on one of the many table surfaces and grab their coats before heading outside. She turns her curious gaze to him after they take a few steps from the door. “What’s up?”

He shrugs as he looks over at her, his expression soft and attentive. “I donno. I guess I just wanted to talk to you. It’s been a while, yanno?”

She lets out a small laugh. “Yeah, but I thought that was the plan. We agreed that we should break up and move on. So we did.”

Peter shakes his head softly, a small sad smile crossing his lips. “Actually, that’s what you wanted. I never wanted that. Truth is, I’ve missed you, MC.” He turns his eyes to hers, waiting for her response.

She stares at him for a moment, trying to absorb his words. They continue like this for a while, making a loop into the dark snowy woods before they head back inside. When she doesn’t respond after a while, he continues.

“Would you want to go out sometime, while we’re home during break?” The college sophomore looks at her, his expression hopeful.

“Actually… I’m kinda seeing someone.” Even as she says it, MC questions her own words. Were they seeing each other? She and Chris have been hanging out like they were, but they have yet to talk about it. No labels have been assigned.

She instantly starts to wonder if Chris is going to see anyone while he’s home during break, her thoughts drifting to Nichole again. She immediately shuts them down though, remembering Chris’s words from just a few minutes ago. She believes he was serious when he told her that he didn’t care for Nichole anymore. That he meant what he had said before, up on the roof. She feels her rampant thoughts begin to cool and she starts to relax.

“Ah. That’s probably who you were talking to a moment ago…” Peter calmly states, his face turned down to his feet as he walks quietly beside her.

“Yeah… His name is Chris.” She decides to give very limited information, hoping to reduce the awkward tension that just appeared.

Peter turns to look at her as they step closer to the house. His eyes look deep into hers, his words more than sincere as he gives her a small smile. “He’s a lucky guy then.”

She can’t help but blush and look away. “Thanks, Peter.”

He gives her a sad final smile, obviously hoping they had a different outcome from their walk as he opens and holds the door for her to walk back inside.

Assassins Daughter Prt 6

Summary: Post mission, reader and Bucky fight, other stuff occurs.

(A/N): OMG I am so sorry nice been gone lately college apps are killing me, and school in general is killing me. But my after school activities have ended for a while so I should be able to write more. Thanks for the feedback it’s always appreciated also this has all been posted on AO3 if you would rather read it there but it’s all the same stuff.

Warnings: PTSD violence kissing mental health stuff memory wiping/loss

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“I told you she shouldn’t have come.” Bucky said bursting into your hotel room. “She got shot. Damn it Steve I said it was too dangerous!” You laid on the cheap motel room bed Bruce stitching up your arm where you got grazed by a bullet. “First of all it’s a graze trust me I’ve had worse, second if I wasn’t here Natasha probably would have actually gotten shot.” Bruce cut the thread and started to bandage your arm. “The stitches are precautionary. Try not to make it bleed again. If you guys need me I’ll be in my room.” He packed his bag and headed out.

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The flash imagine part 2

Plot: A meta human kidnaps Iris and reader and Barry who can only save one , chooses Iris over y/n.Part 1 here  

Its been 7 month, seven month of her leaving in the burned down house. The police came only once the day of the explosion and it took them 20 minutes to blame her death on Trickster and not even look for a body. Seven month of living like a rat , she was ready to take on them. Ready to face the boy who sacrificed her without even a second though. 

 She had managed to get to Tricksters layer and entering through the door of the warehouse she knew, she knew that entering the warehouse marked the start of her revenge plan, the revenge plan she had worked so hard for all these past months. “I was expecting a pent house Jesse not a shithole like this I must admit” Trickster spun around with shock staring at the girl even he though was dead. “You…” He stutters “ I blow you up, you died” screaming the last part.  "Oh well boo,“ she said pushing herself off from the doorframe and starting to walking towards him looking up at him smirking ” Sorry to disappoint" 

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“Wait. The trickster is dead?” Ciscos eyes wilding in a mix of shock and fear. Barry nodded pacing around the cortex , stress filling him up. “What’s got into you?” Caitlin looked up from the computer where she currently was working and raised an eyebrow at Barry. 

 "There was a note there" Barry took a breath stopping and looking at his two friends, he took a deep breath repeating what the note said “ You’re next Casanova" 

 "She used to call you that” Cisco said in a small voice not daring look up. “Guys, it’s impossible, we sow her…die” Caitlin stood up walking to the corridor “She wouldn’t do this to us" 

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"So let me get this right, you want revenge cause he is the reason you are dead but you aren’t dead?” Mardon questioned leaning against the wall raising an eyebrow at the girl sitting in corner throwing tiny fire balls from one hand to another. She looked up giving him a dead look “ no I want a play date where we braid each others hair and eat cookie dough” she stood up smashing the fireball in her palms “Are you in or not?”

 "Damn woman, who hurt you" he asked letting out a small laugh. 

 "Barry Allen" she whispered quietly. 

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 "Your meta app said what now?“ Barry questioned hands flying up to his hair a small attempt to drag them out from stress. Cisco took a deep breath repeating himself "a girl, short brunette , dressed in all black raising , non metaphoric, hell downtown alongside Mardon" 

"We used to know a certain short brunette” Caitlin mumbled wrapping her arms tighter around herself “We’re coming with you this time Barry” Knowing he couldn’t stop them , he agreed and ran them downtown leaving them a few meters from where the two villain was raising hell.

All eyes landing on her , a smirk broke out on her features. “She… You died in front of us” Barry yelled trying to hide the fact that he was trying to not choke on tears. “I’m sorry to disappoint Casanova, but we don’t all get things we want in life” She said smirk fading as her hands lit up again “ I Just wanted to be normal and alive but na-ah you had to do this to me" 

 "Where is Iris, I know you have her” Barry yelled again voice a bit more stable. The smirk re appeared upon her lips once more" oh she is alive and is right..“ She took a second giving a nod to Mardon and with a twist of his wrist and a sudden strong wind the window of the skyscraper beside them broke out and a tiny scream sounded from the top floor as glass came crushing down ” there" she smirked returning her gaze to Barry. 

 "y/n , stop we are your friends , you don’t have to so this" Caitlin yelled at her taking a step backwards. “Friends? You let him just blow me up Caitlin , you and Cisco just watched and did nothing” she screamed , voice filled with anger as she threw a fire ball that landed a few meters from there.

 In the corner of his eyes Barry saw that Mardon was trying something and before he got the chance to act , Barry used to speed to throw him a few feels away. Turning to y/n he raised his arm in defeat “Why are you doing this y/n? Don’t your remember all those years of friendship , the times you would come over and we would spend hours watching some meaningless movie and laughing?" 

 "That’s the problem Barry, I remember those time but seems like you forgot. You forgot that I was there for you when Iris forgot or had some boyfriend to be with, whenever someone was her first priority , you were always mine” she said voice softening only a bit “ you seamed to forget that the moment you chose her life over mine” Barry stood there in silence just listening , for first time in forever saving Iris wasn’t the first priority to him , he wanted to know. Wanted to know which of his action replaced all the love inside the girl in front of him to pure hatred. Until he understood , it wasn’t a single moment , it was a collection of times , collected of the past 14 years.  " you get it now, don’t you? I get it Iris came to your life first but I was the one who stayed" she whispered , her arms going back to normal. 

 "You wouldn’t understand y/n , I love Iris , you have never loved someone and had the chance to save them , you wouldn’t pass the chance. You would never know how it feels loving someone so much you forget about consequences" she sighted looking down. Oh but she knew , she knew all about loving someone so much you forget about consequences and in the moment Mardon stood up and with the wind raising all the sharp glass pieces pointing them toward Barry, in that moment it was all slow motion.

She looked at him once more and in that moment she understood , how loving someone that much was. Barry didn’t see any of it coming , he got pushed to the ground and seconds later a scream was heard, standing up the first thing he sow was y/ns body on the ground m glass shatters inside of her , blood seeping out of her mouth.

Seconds later both Cisco and Caitlin was beside her pulling out the pieces. “It’s useless” she choked , coughing up a small amount of blood laughing “they were right you either die young or see yourself become a villain , I was close wasn’t I?" 

 "C-close to what?” Barry asked small sobs leaving his lips. “Becoming a villain” She said coughing more blood this time , her eyes slowly closing “ you were wrong tho Casanova. I know how it’s like to love someone that much” and with a last smile at Barry her eyes closed once and for all, the fire inside of her slowly dying out. 

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 OMG GUYS! Thank you for such great response of the last part , like this was supposed to come out 12 hours ago but I was too busy tearing up at the fact that Im actually not a failure when it come to writing. This was really sad and I’m in aw but like hey The good will die young , but the great will always last. ALSO CAN SOMEONE REQUEST LEONARD SNART AND CISCO RAMON IMAGINES <3333 -Pari

Unfinished Melody Part III // reader x ???

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Okay I know the title seems cheesy af but whatever…

{ Part I } // { Part II } // { Part III }

Genre: Angst (slight bit of fluff, maybe, idek)

Summary: A failed confession left you shattered and humiliated, you relieved yourself by writing music… only, there was something wrong with it, like it was missing something, but what? Little did you know the answer was in the knowledge of someone you’d never thought you’d come across…

Word count: 2k (if you want exacts: 1,811 -including headings-)

Warnings/Triggers: mild swearing(?)

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A New Court, Chapter XI

Part I    Part II    Part III   Part IV  Part V Part VI  Part VII   Part VIII Part IX  Part X

AN: So, confession time, because I think you guys deserve one. Lack of time is not the only thing that has stopped me from updating regularly, though it is still a huge factor. Lately, I’ve been feeling that my goals and dreams are a bit too ambitious for the talent I’ve been given. I have a habit, also, of becoming disenchanted with a project if I feel like it’s not good enough, or the responses aren’t up to par with what I dreamed of, and I have to say that that’s happened with my fanfiction recently. You all have been wonderful, you truly have. And those of you who are constantly asking for updates kind of see two facets of that: The part of me that thinks ‘Omg people actually are waiting for me to finish this and they’re interested’ and the part of me that immediately goes ‘But why? It isn’t even that good. You don’t even put that much time into it, Susanna. They’re just patronizing you.’ I see everybody else writing this amazing fanfiction, or people posting original works that draw lots of attention and I think ‘How’ And all these thoughts just lead to me wanting to give up.

I’ve even been becoming disenchanted with The Heir recently, which is a project that I haven’t given up on for four or five years. Emmeline is such a beloved character of mine, but I have no way of measuring how enchanting she would be to others. My goal is to one day query agents and get The Heir published, but if it took Sarah J Maas years to do that, and SHE had an enormous online audience already, how the hell am I supposed to appeal to that? You know? I’m not an English major. I don’t have any credits except for what I currently see as mediocre online fanfiction, and what agent is going to want to read that?

I am so, so sorry if any of this offends those of you who have been so encouraging. I don’t want any of you to feel as though your asks and messages have been in any way underappreciated. The only reason I keep writing these things is because I don’t want to let any of you down. I’ve just been feeling discouraged recently, and I wanted to let you guys know that if my updates seem half-hearted and sporadic, that’s why. It’s not an excuse by any means. But yeah. This particular chapter—a lot more work went into it. I promise. So I hope you enjoy it!

Also, side note, Feyre is 8 months pregnant in this chapter. So a couple of months have passed since the last chapter.

Rhys bent down to press his ear to my stomach, one hand next to his cheek, the other enveloping mine.

Something in my heart broke at the sight of it—at the way the early morning sunlight filtered in through our curtains and lit up his face. The way his dark eyes lit up when he felt our son kick against his cheek, the way his lips tugged up into a grin. The way he laughed so, so happily, the way his fingers gripped mine.

The way he looked at me—

Oh. He was looking at me.

Rhys sat up, his smile fading. “Are you ok?”

I furiously wiped away a rebellious tear. “I’m fine,” I croaked. “I just…you looked so happy, I guess, and it made me start crying.”

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Anon Request: Hi omg i’m so happy that your request is open!! :D can i have a scenario where sehun wants a break from your relationship because he thinks that it was getting stale? (he has been texting other girl too) But he regrets it when he see you interact with other guys? 🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you so much!! i seriously finish reading all your stories, they are too good 😍 please write more for sehun ~ ❤️

“Sehun, do you want to go out today?” You asked him expectantly, hoping that he would look up from his phone he seemed so interested. 

“Not really.” He mumbled, fingers working fast on his little device. 

The pouting days were over, it was like you should expect less dates with your boyfriend. Unlike the days where he would show up unannounced to your house to surprise you, more often these days you would text him and ask if you could come over. 

The replies would be short, a ‘yeah’ or ‘sure’ instead of the exciting self that he used to be. Almost…uninterested. It was different before. When you are in a relationship, you notice the small things. 

Like your height compared to his, your nose pressing into the base of his neck whenever he hugged you. His gaze would change whenever he looked at you, a twinkle in his eye that was reserved only for you. 

He would be able to memorize all of the little things that you liked, your favorite book, or your personal coffee drink. The beginnings of relationships were always so blissful. 

A man and a woman so drowned in love so quickly, and neither of them would realize how threatening that could be. Now it was the complete opposite, and some days you it didn’t feel like you could call Oh Sehun your boyfriend. 

He seemed so interested in his phone, it was like his girlfriend of a year didn’t even exist. 

“So what are we going to do today?” You asked again, not ready to spend your whole day sitting around while your boyfriend ignored you. He let out a short, frustrated sigh and held up his phone, shaking it with attitude. 

“I’m doing something.” 

“Oh…” You fought back all of the doubt clenching your heart together, as you leaned back away from the man you were supposedly in love with, and who was supposedly in love with you. 

“I…guess I’ll go home then.” You slowly got up off Sehun’s couch, and went to get your purse. 

“Wait.” A spark of hope kindled, displayed on a creeping smile on your face. “I’ll walk you home.” 

The hope dissipated, the walk was silent, and occasionally you’d look down at the hand that used to latch on to yours whenever you two went out. Now, the memory was all but faded. 

As if time lapsed, the door to your apartment was already in sight and your heart could not stop pounding. As if your heart already knew something bad was going to happen. 

“I’m getting bored with you. I think we should break up.” 

For a man of small words, Sehun felt as if this were the simplest thing for anyone to understand. If someone was boring to him, there was no reason to be associated with them anymore. 

He thought it was easy to understand, from his perspective being rather obvious. You, however, clear as the brokenness on your face, could not. Sehun rolled his eyes at the sight of you threatening tears and gaping your mouth. All he needed to do was walk away, no explanation, nothing. Gone. 

It wasn’t like he was just saying things, when a person falls out of love; there is really no helping it. He walked out because it was easy for him. The people on his phone, the girls he had been getting to know, seemed so much more interesting than you. 

They wanted to go out and do things, compared to you who enjoyed relaxing and staying in. Sehun needed more excitement, he felt like he needed more than you. 

So what if he broke a few girls hearts? It was just you, learning how nonchalant you were about everything you probably didn’t care about the break up. So…why was his heart hurting as much as yours? 

He went out, a lot. He met different girls, did different things, but all compared them to one. He just wouldn’t accept it. Like you always thought, it was the little things. 

The smell of your hair, your delicate hand verses the strong grip of others, and above everything else, the ease of the relationship the two of you had developed. 

By pure fate, he had been out alone, wandering through the mass city of Seoul. His feet, directed by his heart, were on autopilot and took him to the last place he thought he’d want to go. 

He always hated the taste of coffee, but the smell of your shop was just…different. It was pleasant, a sweet aroma filling every corner, just a twinge of you. 

Curiosity had gotten the better of him, as the swinging door triggered the little jingle of the bell. The schedule of days you worked was like a second language to him, as he knew this was one of your longest days. His heart betrayed him as it fluttered at the sight of you. 

It was something about the way your hair was pulled back, the sparkle in your eye as you poured drinks. That fleeting moment of love at first sight, though not his first time seeing you, just like the day he had met you. 

A co-worker, a male co-worker, snuck up behind you being a little more intimate than for Sehun’s comfort. He gripped his hand into a fist, seeing the smile that was so reserved for him directed to another man. By now he was able to see that he was lying to himself in the time that had been passing since he saw you last. 

Yet you paid little attention to the customers filing in and out, rather you focused on the task at hand, and the passion you held dearly to your heart. Waves of nostalgia brought Sehun back to a moment so similar to this, that fleeting love at first sight crashed into his heart again. 

He couldn’t help it. As he got up to the cashier, your friend who clearly recognized him by the disgusted look in her eye, he talked under his breath so you wouldn’t hear his voice. 

“What do you want Sehun? She doesn’t want to see you.” Your friend scolded. 

“Do you remember what I asked you to write on the cups?” 

She rolled her eyes, as if she could forget. But putting two and two together, it wasn’t hard to tell what Sehun was asking her. She nervously looked over at you, oblivious of Sehun standing there. 

Though she was hesitant, she took his order, and he snuck behind a few people to avoid your eye contact, awaiting what was to come. He sat at a table far enough so he was out of your line of sight, but where he could see you perfectly. 

The next cup you would make was yours, and as you read the order, a snort like laugh left your lips. It was stupid, it was corny, but you knew there was no one else in the world who would write the same pick up line on a coffee cup. 

You never fell for it, he knew you wouldn’t now. But you were aware that with Oh Sehun, both nothing and everything should surprise you. His way of telling you he was sorry and to get you back was: You are the reason men fall in love. You are the reason I fell in love. 


It didnt fit in the story at all but I really wanted the pick up line to be: I love you like a pig loves not being bacon. I can see it, right?

Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso - 22 [End]

HERE I GO. I am watching on my PS3 so I can use big, pretty screen but my computer is right next to my TV so I am just going to write here while I watch because I feel I should write WHILE I watch the last episode so I can express whatever emotions I may have. lol.

FINAL EPISODE. SPRING WIND.

This took me over an hour to get through because I kept rewatching scenes. Expect lots of gifs since it’s the end…. 

255th Completed Anime - Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso - 10/10.

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