#misha fic

[mybloodstream-caffeine]

Misha The Figure Skater I have become very fond of you. I need y'all to know that he wins gold for his country and this is another reason for Ilya to hate his guts and want him dead.

[thefirstcourtesan]

The Yale Adventures: First Impressions

By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.

A.N- So this little drabble is the first in a series based on a HC that @lizzybeth1986 and I had where Kiara and my MC met years before the events of TRR and the story changed based on it. I am not sure I will ever write the series, but I did finish this particular drabble and decided to post it for @kiaratheronappreciationweek .

Summary- Eleanor Sloane hears the rumours about a mysterious girl in her dorm and decides to learn the truth straight from the source.

Rating- PG

Words- 412

“Have you met the princess yet?” One of the girls from across the hall asked as they joined as as our table for breakfast.

I glanced at my roommate, Alex, who looked as puzzled as I felt. “The princess?”

“Nora, she’s a duchess,” one of the other girls drawled and then she turned to me, “the new girl on our floor, the one in the single room. She’s royalty from some small European country that no one has ever heard of.”

That immediately had everyone at the table gossiping, speculating about what she must be like and if she knew any of the good royals.

After a few minutes of gossip that was verging on becoming mean-spirited , I excused myself. As I left the cafeteria, I spotted a beautiful girl sitting all by herself at a table and noticed she kept glancing at the table I had been sitting at.

Hmmm…. Before I could stop myself, I approached her.

“Hi, do you mind if I join you?”

She hesitated, glancing back at the table. “Come to report back to the others on how much of a snob I am?”

Ok, so I was right, this was definitely the new girl.

“No,” I said easily, “I came over to form my own impression. I’m Eleanor.”

She gave me a long, appraising look and then a hesitant smile. “Kiara.” She moved overly so that I could slide in next to her. “You know you’re the first person who has actually introduced themselves. I don’t think anyone has bothered to learn my name.”

I winced, seeing my gossipy floormates in a new light and trying to imagine what it would be like to be in a new country and have everyone talking about me behind my back before they even knew my name.

In that moment, I vowed to do my best to make Kiara feel welcome and be the friend to her that I would want in the same situation.

End

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Nothing Like Family to Always Be There For You

Characters: Misha Collins x Niece!Reader, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki

Word Count: 1,875

Warnings: mentions of false pregnancy, food posioning, mainly fluff

request by @whizzer1320​: Hey could I request a one shot if possible? Where your a Misha Collins niece and you visit him while he is at convention. Meet some of the cast, but while you are there you he thinks you are pregnant because he or some other cast member finds you throwing up, plus you are slightly bloated etc etc. Starts to act differently around reader, reader notices and asks Misha, he says he knows reader got a bun in the oven, reader laughs and says got mild case of food poisoning. Fluffly ending tar love.

Summary: You visit your uncle Misha on set as a surprise, but it’s not the only surprise he thinks he’s gonna get.

Beta: she wants to remain anonymous

Squares Filled: autumn for @spngenrebingo​ // pregnancy for @spnfluffbingo​

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Ever since you were little, your dad told you stories of his strange and unique brother who just loved to act. He landed the role of a lifetime when he got cast as Castiel in Supernatural. They both hold very high standards of each other, so when Uncle Misha called his brother screaming that he got the part, everyone celebrated. You never got the pleasure of meeting the cast members of the show, but you vowed that when you got old enough, you’d go visit him.

Luckily for you, when you turned eighteen, your uncle’s show was still going on. It took a lot of convincing on your mom’s part to let you go by yourself as your dad was already on board. You lived halfway across the country from Vancouver, but you had no trouble getting on a plane and flying there. No, the hard part was finding a ride to the set. Your visit is supposed to be a surprise for everyone, but you knew you’d never make it on your own.

Much to your displeasure, you had to call Jensen to come and help you. He promised to keep it a secret, but he wouldn’t be able to come until the following morning. So, he hooked you up with a hotel room and told you to “go crazy”. Your mother always told you not to take things for granted, so as much as you wanted the delicious room service, you took your own money and went out like every other person.

That was the worst mistake of your entire life.

The place you got food was a sushi food truck on the street. If the look of it didn’t set off alarm bells, then the presentation of the food should have. However, you didn’t have a lot of money and hoped and prayed that this was safe to eat.

It. Was. Not.

Despite the churning in your stomach, you still wanted to make your uncle’s surprise something he’d never forget. You didn’t want to spend it with your head in the toilet. Your only other option is to push down the sickening feeling and move on with your life. Jensen made it easier by distracting you with questions of your home and school life, what you’re going to do for college or where you’re going to work if you’re not into college, and everything else in between. You answered honestly and hoped he didn’t detect that anything is wrong.

When you get to the set, you’re distracted at how amazing everything looks. You’ve never been on a TV set before, so this is uncharted territory. Jensen took you to the main building where your uncle and Jared are filming right now. The director knows Jensen is out to get you, which is why he opted to film for the other two big actors. As soon as you enter the building, you can hear your uncle yell out, followed by a crash. Your amazing uncle is kicking some guy’s ass with a mixture of stage fighting.

As soon as the director calls “cut” you clap loudly for his performance.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? Your parents know you’re here, right?” Misha says and hurries over to you while the crew gets ready for the next set.

“No, I ran away in hopes you’d take me in,” you say with a deadpan voice.

“I tell you, you did not learn that sarcasm from me or your dad. Come here,” he grins and brings you into a tight hug.

Your stomach does not agree with his actions, and you pull away before you have the urge to throw up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Your hugs are like death grips,” you chuckle.

“I’m just so excited to see my favorite niece!”

“I’m your only niece,” you say.

“Misha! We’re ready for you!” the director calls out.

“I want you to watch this. I want you to know what you think,” he says and leaves back to the new set.

It’s time for Jensen to star in this scene, so he left way before your uncle got to you. All three men are standing on their markers, getting ready for the big scene. You’re standing next to the snack counter, and you don’t register that fact until you smell beef. You look over to the table just as someone put down fresh pigs in blankets. Your face goes green, and you haul ass to the nearest trash can before you make a mess all over the floor.

Misha is doing his scene without any distractions until he hears you throw up. He pauses mid-sentence just as you come up for air. If you’re sick, then why did you come all this way just to see him? He doesn’t know when you got in, but he knew his brother wouldn’t allow you to leave if you are throwing up.

“Sorry! Let’s go again!” he apologizes and gets back into character.

He’ll have to ask you about this when he’s done.

When Misha got done with his scenes for the day, he makes finding you his first priority. Jensen gets out of the Impala before jogging over to Misha.

“Hey, I was thinking that we can go over our lines for tomorrow. I figured we get a head start so we can wrap up early.”

“I’m sorry, I have to find my niece. I saw her throwing up earlier. She might be in my trailer. If she’s sick, then why did she come here in the first place? Sasha wouldn’t have let her leave if she was throwing up.”

“Maybe it’s a stomach bug,” Jensen shrugs.

“Yeah, maybe. I’ll catch you later.”

Misha exits the set building and heads straight for his trailer. He didn’t know if you’re sleeping or studying, so he makes sure to be quiet when he enters. The trailer is quiet—too quiet for his liking. He slides back the door to see an empty bed. The sheets are tangled as if you were laying in it, but he can’t seem to find you anywhere. He’s about to call out your name when he hears someone coughing, then vomiting. He rushes over to the bathroom and swings the door open. You’re sitting on the floor with your head in the toilet. You really shouldn’t have eaten sushi from a sketchy food truck.

“Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” he asks.

He bends down to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your way.

“I’m okay. Really,” you nod and groan.

You look bloated, you’re throwing up, and it seems like you can’t hold down anything you eat. Either you’re sick, or you’re pregnant. Is that why you wanted to visit your uncle? It might be easier to tell him you’re pregnant instead of your dad? Are you running away? A load of thoughts rushes through Misha’s head, but he keeps his concerns to himself. He doesn’t want to rush you into anything, so he’s going to make sure you’re comfortable enough to tell him what’s been going on.

He hopes you’re not pregnant because you’re barely 18. You still have the world to see and things to do. If you absolutely want a child at this age, then he’s not going to stop you, but he hopes it’s all a misunderstanding.

The more the days pass, the more Misha is convinced that you’re pregnant. You only throw up in the morning, your appetite has changed, you’re tired all the time, and there are very monitor things that have Misha convinced you are with child. He wants to bring it up to you, but there is a reason you haven’t told him yet. Are you scared? Nervous? Ashamed? He won’t ever judge you, which is why he’s giving you all the time and space he needs. He hasn’t talked to his brother about this yet because he knows Sasha would have said something if you were.

You’re feeling a little better, but your stomach is still in knots. Sleep did help, but now that you’re up and about, it’s starting to hurt again. Your uncle has a lot of scenes to do today, so you’re going to watch and help out when needed. He has a break this weekend, and you want to spend as much time as possible with him before going back home. It’s amazing how the set can create something you’ve only seen on TV. The magic they put into this show just dazzles you. Seeing your uncle dressed up as Castiel makes you so proud.

As him, Alex, and Jared are acting, they realize they forgot a certain prop. The director called cuts and asked for the prop, only for you to realize it was right next to you. It’s a little bit on the heavier side, but you can manage to bring it to them. However, as soon as Misha saw this, he rushed over to take it from your hands.

“I got it,” he smiles.

“Oh, okay,” you frown and let him take it back to set.

Ever since you woke up this morning, your uncle has been treating you with extra care. Whenever you were carrying something heavy, he’d offer to carry it for you. When you needed water or something light to eat, he’d get up and get it even if he was busy. It’s like he didn’t want you to do anything. It’s as if he thought you’d break at the slightest pressure. You’re very suspicious, and if this keeps going on, you’re going to have to talk to him about it.

After the scene is done, you offer to help bring the prop away from set, but your uncle declines.

“No, you rest. I can do this,” he suggests.

“What are you doing? Why are you treating me like I’ll break?” you ask. He exchanges a glance with Jensen and Jared, who knew what Misha thought. They both knew Misha thought you were pregnant, but they weren’t going to say anything until Misha does. “What is going on?”

“I know,” your uncle finally says.

“Know what?”

“About you.”

“What about me?”

“Look, you don’t have to hide anymore. I understand you’re scared, and if you’re not ready to tell your parents, then I understand. Just know I’ll always be here for you.”

“Yeah, us too,” Jared chimes in as Jensen gives you a sweet smile.

“Uncle Misha, what are you talking about?”

“You’re pregnant, right?”

“What the hell? Where did you hear that?!” you exclaim in shock.

“Wait, you’re… not pregnant…?” he asks slowly.

“No! Where did you get that idea?”

“You’re throwing up every morning, you look bloated, and you’re visibly tired.”

“I had sushi from a food truck the night before I got here. I have food poisoning, that’s it,” you start to laugh.

“Now I feel like an idiot,” Misha chuckles, hiding away in embarrassment.

“No, don’t say that. Look, I’m not pregnant, and nowhere near the thought of it. But I know that I can always come to you. You’re my favorite uncle,” you grin and give him a loving hug.

“I’m your only uncle.”

“But you’re the best one a girl could have.”

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[curliesallovertheplace]

The Walk

Pairing: Misha x reader

Prompt: 500 miles by the Proclaimers

Words: 1950ish

Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff and a lot of walking

Beta: Thanks to @sassy-losechester for betaing this one shot! 

A/N: This fic is written for Kari’s RPF Song Challenge by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. It’s in support of @wayward-mirage RPF Appreciation Day 2017. I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback is very much appreciated since I’m trying to improve my writing and I want to push myself so any critique is welcome :) A/N 2: I actually did some research in hopes of getting most details right and making it realistic. I have no idea where Misha lives right now so I went with Los Angeles. Also, I know it won’t play out to be 500 miles, but by the use of google maps and the internet I decided it would be quite inhumane.  A/N 3: Also the gif fits the story perfectly in my opinion! Because there’s no way Misha would take the easy way. :) 

“You guys ready?” Misha exclaimed through his megaphone, eliciting excited screams from the crowd in front of him. “I said: you guys ready?” The people gathered around the table he was standing on shouted in unison. “Alright, let’s get going then!” With those words Misha pointed to the road ahead of the group and jumped from his made up stage. He rushed to the front of the crowd, setting a steady walking pace, leading the way. As he looked behind him, he saw the San Diego Comic Con sign becoming smaller and smaller, all while a sea of people marched right behind him.

For the first hour of the hike the actor chatted with his fans who joined him on this crazy adventure of his. The small talk died down just like the number of people walking with him. Every now and then a small group would join them, picking up his location from his twitter messages. But when night fell Misha was left on his own. His only companions were waiting for him at his first night’s checkpoint. Encinitas, California. If he was lucky, they would have checked into the hotel already, everything ready for him to just face plant the mattress.

What was he even thinking? Misha laughed to himself and shook his head when he remembered the original idea. If there was anyone around, they’d probably think he was a madman for laughing for no apparent reason. His initial plan was to walk 500 miles and literally fall down at his girlfriend’s door. On one knee specifically, pulling out a ring and asking you to marry him. After just one day, Misha thanked the gods that his friend Darius talked him out of that idea.

“Try to walk from San Diego to Los Angeles first, big boy,” he had said. After researching some stuff, Misha quickly adjusted his plan. Twenty days of hiking was a little crazy, even for him. It would have been one hell of a proposal though.

Misha smiled when the city lights greeted him on the horizon. He quickened his pace, the promise of sleep and a warm meal giving his sore muscles a boost of energy. His calves burned, but he ignored the pain and marched on towards the booming city. The closer he got, the more people joined him again. His fans cheered him on as he walked the last few miles. Every few turns he checked his map to find the right street, making sure he was going the right way.

The hotel sign greeted him and so did his friends at the entrance. Darius grabbed his friend while someone else took over the backpack. “Thank you, guys, for walking with me and I hope to see you again tomorrow,” Misha smiled. With the last remnants of his energy he waved at the little crowd and stumbled through the hotel entrance into the lobby, his body heavy with exhaustion.

A quick meal later the actor collapsed on the bed. The moment his head hit the pillow, he was knocked out, his eyes heavy with sleep. His mind blocked out his friends strolling around the room and the noise they made. As sleep washed over the actor, every thought that passed through his head revolved around you. Your smile, your laugh, the little lines etched in your skin. Even in his dreams you were the only thing on his mind. Memories of your relationship made Misha smile in his sleep. Predictions for the future had him feeling euphoric. He imagined mini versions of you and him running around, the wedding ring you would wear leaving a tan line because you would never take it off, having you by his side forever. And if you said yes in a few days, that dream would start to become reality.

Misha’s eyes fluttered open when his alarm buzzed next to his head. He was pulled abruptly from his happy dreams, pushed back into reality where you hadn’t even said ‘yes’ yet. Without a conscious thought he pressed the snooze button on his phone. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the morning sun, an empty spot next to him. Oh how he wished you were right beside him, all cuddled up against his side. He could have taking a flight home from San Diego, but Misha wouldn’t be Misha if he would do it the normal and easy way.

The actor stretched his arms and legs and he felt the ache settling into his muscles already. Four more days, he thought to himself. Four more days and you would be in his arms. Hopefully his fiancée by that time and not just his girlfriend anymore. Misha had told you this whole trip was some outrageous promo stunt for GISHWHES. Personally he thought it was the perfect excuse for a seemingly random five day walk and after talking with Jensen and Jared about it, they unanimously decided it was the most plausible lie.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” Darius grinned down at his tousled friend. Misha grunted something back as he climbed out of bed, his legs stiff and painful with every move. “How you doing? Can your old body still handle it?”

The actor glared at his best friend. “I could use a massage,” he threw back with an innocent smile. Darius grimaced and shook his head, scurrying out of the room. Misha jumped under the shower to fully wake up. The warm water relaxed his muscles and relieved some of the tenseness. He quickly got ready and packed his backpack for the day. It would be a long walk today and the earlier he left, the more breaks he could take. With his bag slung over his shoulder he closed the door of the room behind him and made his way towards the restaurant of the hotel.

After breakfast Misha resumed his quest. A few dozen of people had shown up and together with them and Darius he marched the first few miles of the day. People left and people joined, all for the good cause of GISHWHES. The part of the wedding proposal Misha wisely kept to himself. The group stopped in Carlsbad for lunch where Misha’s team by car had set up a picnic area. The break didn’t take all that long and rather soon than later the actor and his following were back on the road. A few hours and a couple of stops later Misha arrived at the camping site he would stay at for the night. Sleeping in a tent wouldn’t be as comfortable as a good old hotel bed, but any form of rest and comfort was good enough after the walk from today.

And so the days went on. Waking up, eating, walking, more eating, more walking, more eating, sleeping. Repeat. It wasn’t until Misha entered his neighborhood in Los Angeles that he came back out of his trance. His mind had been high with focus, the endless roads eventually hypnotizing his thoughts, his feet marching of their own accord, automatic pilot on. Even though the sun had gone down, Misha found his way home down the dimly lit roads. He easily recognized his street by the horrendously ugly letter box of Mr. and Mrs. Miller. Oh and let’s not forget their neighbours obsession with garden statues. It was hard to miss those.

But the thoughts of the ugly mailbox and the creepy statues all disappeared when his eyes landed on your house. He was home, finally. Misha’s fingers slipped into the pocket of his jacket, tracing the outlines of a small velvet box. His feet marched through the front yard and up onto the little porch. He didn’t have the time to ring the bell, the door swinging open before him.

And there you were. All the pain and tiredness of his body was forgotten the moment the actor laid his eyes on you. Your smile beamed up at him and you threw yourself into his arms. “God I missed you,” Misha whispered into your neck, pressing kisses on your skin.

“I missed you too, baby,” you grinned as you pulled back. You shared an intimate kiss, standing in the doorway for what seemed like forever. “Let’s get you inside. C’mon.”

Misha intertwined your fingers and pulled you back to face him. You furrowed your eyebrows, silently questioning what was wrong. He took a deep breath before sinking down on one knee. He pulled the red box out from his jacket and looked back up at you, his beautiful girlfriend. You stood there with confusion in your eyes, tears already forming and the hand he wasn’t holding clasped in front of your mouth. And he hadn’t even uttered a single word yet.

“Y/N,” he started off his speech. “When I wake up, I know I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you. When I go out, I know I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you. If I get drunk, I know I’m gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you. And if I haver, I know I’m gonna be the man who’s havering to you.”

You were already shaking your head at his words, a fond smile tugging at your lips. He was quoting that damn song. Misha grinned up at you and chuckled out the next words. “When I'm working, I know I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you. And when the money, comes in for the work I do, I'll pass almost every penny on to you. When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you. When I'm dreaming, I know I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you.”

The first tears had started rolling down your face and Misha gently wiped them away with his thumb. “When I come home, I know I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you. And if I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.” You laughed as he took a deep breath, making him grin in return. He opened up the jewelry box, revealing a gorgeous ring. “Y/N, will you do me the honor of marrying me so I can do all those things I just rambled?” Even though Misha saw the pure happiness on your face, he couldn’t help but feel anxious as he waited for your answer.

“Yes,” you uttered. “Yes, I will.” Misha slid the ring on your finger and pulled you into his arms, kissing you passionately. “Now get in, you silly goose.” Misha snickered at the nickname as he stepped into the house and closed the door behind him. The both of you plopped down onto the couch and you cuddled up against your fiancé’s side.

“Misha,” you said, pulling back from him a little. “Did you seriously just quote 500 miles by the Proclaimers?”

Misha nodded sheepishly and you grinned in response, pressing your lips against his one more time. “If I hadn’t, the walk would have been kind of dumb and meaningless.” You shook your head at him as your fingers played with the little hairs at the nape of his neck.

“How far did you actually walk?” Misha replied with a simple 124 miles like it was nothing.

“I was thinking about walking circles around our house but that would have just been ridiculous,” he scoffed with a smirk.

You smile up at him, noticing the tired but excited look in your fiancé’s eyes. “We will walk the other extra miles together,” you promised him. “We’ve got a lifetime to do so.”

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[mybloodstream-caffeine]

but would the shane that lives in your mind palace make the mistake of thinking he can lie to ilya about misha flirting with him (mhhh maybe he tells ilya they actually fucked or maybe he does the opposite and tells ilya he doesn't even know the guy even tho ilya literally Just saw them with his own eyes so what's he hiding!!!) just cause he wants ilya to be angry to know what that feels like. anger is better than nothing :) or maybe he'd never do that cause he doesn't want to end up hiding under a desk again lol. or maybe he does!!!!

Oh, in the Sochi context? Shane is for sure lying his ass off. "Yeah I fucked another athlete at the Olympics. Well, you made it pretty clear you weren't interested so,,, and that's what happens at the Olympics, right? You hook up. Oh, did you think I'd be broken up aboout your rejection? You expected me to come crawling back? Well, guess what: you're not the only one who wants a piece of this, Rozanov, you just got there first. I have PLENTY of options. Plenty!! Do you hear how nonchalant and indifferent and superior I sound? YOU DONT MATTER TO ME EITHER!!!!" he says. Like a liar.

BUT!! Shane freaking out so bad because ANOTHER man clocked him to the point that he doesn't even register Ilya foaming at the mouth with jealousy until Ilya spells it out for him is also appealing. Shane being obliviously desirable is a fave genre of mine

[thefirstcourtesan]

The Heart’s Choice (Noah x MC)

The Heart’s Choice

By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine,

Author’s Notes- There is a lot about My Two First Loves that I still love but the indecision is starting to drive me bonkers and this fic popped into my head as a way to deal with it.

Pairing- Noah x MC

Summary- Mack helps Jess realize which boy holds her heart.

Words- 690

“Ok, enough is enough.”

I looked up Mack’s announcement. “Enough is enough of what?” I thought I knew what she was talking about, but I also kind of wanted to play dumb.

She rolled her eyes. “Your indecision. It’s almost Valentine’s Day, Jess, don’t you think it is finally time you decided what your heart wants?”

She wasn’t wrong.

“I’ve been trying for months,” I pointed out, “but every time I think I’ve decided, something happens and I am as confused as ever.”

Mack patted my shoulder sympathetically as she sat down next to me on my bed. “I know, but it’s been going on since the start of the school year. You have to choose Jess and I have an idea that might help you.”

“At this point, I’m willing to try anything,” I told her honestly. I had been the subject of gossip for months, Ava and Bayla had come together and exploded and I knew my indecision was part of the reason and while everyone had been good about letting me sort my feelings out, I knew I wasn’t being fair to anyone. So if Mack had an idea to help me choose, then I was willing to try it.

“I’m going to say a word and you are going to say the first name that pops into your head,” Mack instructed.

I shot her a doubtful look, unsure how that would help, but then nodded. As I said, I was willing to try anything.

“Safe.”

“Mason.” He was my best friend. My rock. The one who was always there for me.

“Change.”

“Noah.” Hadn’t he changed my entire world and how I viewed it. Some might view that as a bad thing, but not me. Change was scary, but I was learning it could also be good.

“Fun.”

“Mason.” Some of my favorite memories had been with Mason. From milkshakes and afternoons at the beach to treasure hunts and dreams of adventure.

“Hot.”

“Noah.” My heart fluttered thinking of Noah’s grin, of the way he looked at me when we were alone. Of how badly I wanted to freeze those moments and make them last forever.

“Best friend.”

“Mason.”

Ava was my best girl friend, but Mason was my oldest friend and my closest and saying his name came as naturally as breathing.

“Love.”

For a second I hesitated. For as long as I could remember, love had always meant Mason. I had loved him longer than I had known what love was and yet, what came out of my mouth was...

“Noah.”

I loved Mason, I had always loved Mason, but I was in love with Noah.

I brought my hand to my mouth. “Oh my god.”

“I think the game served its purpose,” Mack said, giving me a long look.

I nodded. It occurred to me that I hadn’t said Ava’s name once. When it came down to it, it had only been the boys in my mind and I knew that wasn’t fair to her and that I owned her honestly. I owed all of them honesty.

It was time to put all the uncertainty to rest and to make a choice. It was time to follow my heart.

“I love Noah,” I said slowly, testing the words and like the way they sounded, “I’m in love with Noah Harris.”

It had taken me months to come to that realization, to be willing to accept it, but now I had and I knew nothing would ever be the same again. After months of indecision, of trying to figure out who I was and who I wanted, I finally knew, and more than that, I was ready to act on it. No more hesitating, it was time to choose.

And time to let go.

End

[thefirstcourtesan]

Hypocrisy and First Choices (Mason x MC, Noah x MC)

Hypocrisy and First Choices By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.

Author’s Note- A quick My Two First Loves fanfic because one line in Mason’s Homecoming route really, really bothered me and I wanted to address it. So this is is just a little angsty piece that is Mason/MC, but also Noah/MC because he is my MC’s end game.

Pairing- Mason x MC, Noah x MC (mentioned)

Rating- PG-13

Summary- Jess calls Mason out on the fact that he was her first choice but she wasn’t his.

Words- 517

“I don’t want to be just another option. I deserve to be someone’s first choice too.”

I stared at Mason as his words sunk in, the warm haze of a few minutes earlier quickly fading away, along with my confusion over the scene I had just witnessed between Ava and Chad, until all that was left was pure anger. 

“Mason... you were!” The words rush out. “You were always my first choice. For three years I waited for you, refusing to settle for anyone else.” It wasn’t like I hadn’t had options, I was a cure (former) cheerleader. Mason was the only guy on the football team who hadn’t asked out at least once.

“Jess...”

“No!” I cut him off, unwilling to bottle up my feelings. His words had struck a match in me and this was a conversation we needed to have. “It was always you, Mason. I spent years hoping you would feel the same way and then I finally screwed up all my courage and was ready to tell you how I felt, to take that chance. But you told me you had a girlfriend, my best friend.”

Mason looked away for a moment. “I guess I deserve that.”

I sighed. “You didn’t owe me anything, Mason, and the only person who really deserves an apology is Ava, but... You also don’t get to judge me. You had a girlfriend so I decided to move on and I met Noah. I am not going to apologize for seeing him or for the fact that I care about him.”

I bit my lip, remembering the feel of Noah’s arms earlier, the rush that had gone through me when he’d whispered that he was ready to go to war for me. I had come to the dance with the boy I had always wanted, but he wasn’t the only boy in my heart these days.

Mason’s touch had banished the memory of Noah’s for a few minutes but now that high had faded and I was as conflicted ever.

“I know it’s not fair to string you both along and I won’t,” I told him, hoping I could keep that promise, “but it’s also not fair for you to talk to me about needing to be someone’s first choice, either.”

Mason nodded, finally meeting my eyes. “You’re right and I’m sorry. I just... I don’t t to lose you, Jess, I don’t want to lose us and what we might finally get a chance to be.l

I wanted to assure him he wouldn’t but the memory of Noah’s touch, of his face mere inches from mine and the way I had felt stopped the words in my throat. Instead, I just nodded and then stepped forward, burying my face in Mason’s chest, needing the comfort and warmth I always found there.

Mason wrapped his arms around me and we stood there, clinging to each other and perhaps, in some ways, clinging to the past and the idea that we had both held onto for so long. Even as it became increasingly fragile and ready to slip away from us...

End

[thefirstcourtesan]

Comfort (Bryce x MC)

This is just a silly little birthday drabble for @choicesarehard Who has the misfortune of being sick on her birthday! You are one of the brightest lights and sweetest souls in this fandom and I am so lucky to call you my friend. Happy birthday!

Comfort

By Misha

“Are you aware that you are apparently a terrible patient?”

Meredith lifted the blanked from her face and turned in the direction of the voice. “Urgh?” Her whole body ached and she was not in the mood for banter. Despite that, her heart still skipped a beat when she saw Bryce standing in her doorway, a bag in his hands. “What are you doing here?”

“Playing doctor,” he said with a grin, “I got texts from Aurora, Jackie, Elijah and even Sienna complaining about how grumpy you were and decided to come work my magic.”

Meredith narrowed her eyes at him, wincing at the effort even that room, “Bryce if you even...”

He raised his free hand, “hey, hey, don’t worry, my intentions are pure. This time. I really did just come to check on you,” he raised his other hand, the one with the bag, “and I brought you some saimin, it’s the best when you are sick.”

There was something so sweet and wholesome about the gesture and it filled Meredith with a warmth that had nothing to do with her current feverish state. “Thank you,” she said simply.

“Anything for you,” Bryce told her, “I am going to put this in the kitchen, you get some rest.”

Meredith just nodded, snuggling back into her blankets, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep as she heard the door close, her mind occupied by thoughts of Bryce...

End