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swanisms:

“It’s my birthday and I don’t want to be alone,” but she’s used to that – until she’s not. College AU. 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 also on ao3

A huff and the swift flip of a page, and
it’s just the fourth time Emma has brushed him off with a heavy breath. The
ninth time she’s brushed him off if he’s counting her silences to his words.
The tenth time when he counts the slight frown she’s pressing into her binder,
nose pressed to the page and eyes squinted at her messy scrawl even though
she’s wearing her glasses.

She snapped at him when he mentioned
them, her contacts needed cleaning and she can’t go out to Target to get more
solution in this fucking weather, and why does it even fucking matter? They’re
just glasses.

Ones that Killian loves to see perched
on her nose, when the wide red frames match the red leather she’s wearing and
she didn’t even notice that she’s coordinated her outfit, but Ruby’s eager to
point it out and draw out a matching blush on Emma’s face.

Yeah, they matter.

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