dear god why did i ask her out

Title: Peculiar Familiarity (Part 3)

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Marichat

Word count: 2346 I die why does the word count keep getting longer

Part 1 | Part 2

Third part of the multi-part fic for @kwiibi, who is an actual angel for being so patient about the parts coming out so slowly. Thank you, lovely!

“I mean, you two are partners, right? That’s a way more important relationship than someone you play the occasional video game with.”


“Why didn’t you just come down to begin with like you usually do?” Marinette asked.

Chat Noir folded and unfolded his hands in his lap nervously. What could he say that she would believe? His mind was blank. All he knew was that he didn’t want to tell her the truth: he’d been too afraid to go to her, after having treated her like he always treated Ladybug. He didn’t want her to know. Didn’t want her to think she was somehow a substitute for Ladybug, or some sort of backup plan, or any number of equally unpleasant ways of playing second fiddle to his superhero partner. But “I don’t know” wasn’t an acceptable answer, either. She would be able to tell that was a lie in a heartbeat. So what on earth could he say?

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lenafromthenordiccoven  asked:

Idea for a Sam x reader, but I'm too lazy to write it (or, well, obsessed with King Arthur atm): Uncharted x Riverdale crossover; Sam is divorced, has a kid and lives in Riverdale, the reader - his ex wife - comes back to Riverdale and wants to make up for what she's done and be a part of his life and the life of their son.

Originally posted by jaheesvorson

Fanfiction Title: Back To Reality (Part 1) 

Fandom: Uncharted // Riverdale (2017) 

Pairing: Sam Drake x reader

Words: 2,521

Genre: Drama (Comedy)

Rating: T

Warnings: None?

Samuel Drake and you were married for over ten years and lived in Riverdale. You two were having a wonderful time with even a baby boy to welcome to the world. Everything seemed all right, until that moment you got stressed out as a mother and wanted some freedom. That’s when you got feelings for a colleague at work. You held up the affair for over a month, when Sam got suspicious and eventually found out about it. You two decided it was better to split and to leave him and your child in Riverdale, where he would have a decent childhood.
A few years later you get a surprising invitation to your kid’s 13th birthday. Does Sam know?

A/N: Oh hello! It’s me again! To be honest; I had so much fun writing this story. I love Riverdale and it’s many wicked characters and my love for Sam Drake is still going. I thought this was going to be a one shot, but instead I’ll split it into a part 1 and 2. I hope you guys like it! I’m very nervous about posting it! So thanks to the one who requested this story and I hope you enjoy it!

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Dear God

Part 3 to my 2 other One-shots Apocalyptic and I’m Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket. This will be the final part. I will not do anymore for this because I feel this could be a good ending for it. I hope you enjoy. It’s the lyrics of the song Dear God by Avenged Sevenfold.

Fandom: PlayChoices-Endless Summer

Pairing: JakeXMC

Word Count: 1,318


“A lonely road crossed another cold state line. Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find. While I recall all the words you spoke to me can’t help but wish that I was there back where I’d love to be, oh yeah.”

He sat on the edge of the roof, his legs dangling over the edge, a bottle in his hand. His mind wandered to past places. He tried his hardest to forget her over the past 6 days that she’d been gone. He was certain he would never see her again.

He thought back to his time in war. However, his mind seemed to distort the memories a bit. She was there. She couldn’t have been there. The person who looked like her was her opposite, quiet and reserved. They didn’t speak much to anyone unless they needed to. They just watched everything.

He tried to clear his head. He nursed the bottle a bit then laid down on the edge of the roof. He wouldn’t fall off, he knew that for sure. He just wanted to be alone. If anyone saw him laying on the edge, they likely wouldn’t talk to him in fear of him falling off the roof.

He was surprised there was still alcohol left after how much he drank as well as the college kids, His mind wandered to his family. He missed them so much. His mom was probably disappointed in him with whatever bullshit Lundgren told everybody about Mike and him. He would give anything to be back home and tell him mom what really happened.

His cheeks felt wet and that’s when he noticed he was crying. His chest ached. He had lost too much. With a sigh, he sat up and put the bottle down.

There’s nothing here for me on this barren road. There’s no one here while the city sleeps, and all the shops are closed. Can’t help but think of the times I had with you, pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah.

His mind wandered to summer nights when he was a teen. There was this girl who would be visiting Shreveport. At first they had just run into each other and he was his usual self that made people stay away from him. However, this girl just wouldn’t leave him alone.

They were bad influences on each other. She taught him how to steal. He taught her how to hide and be stealthy. She had already “known”, but she didn’t really know. He knew how to hide and not be found; he knew how to be stealthy. It was all those skills combined that helped him during war.

Something began to dawn on him. That girl had always gone by Wolf and she had similar features to MC. He remembered her so clearly. She was so beautiful. He didn’t get to say goodbye to her before shipping off to boot camp.

Some search, never finding a way. Before long, they waste away. I found you, something told me to stay. I gave in, to selfish ways, and how I miss someone to hold when hope begins to fade.

After that young girl and Mike he never searched for anyone or anything again. There was no reason to. That was until he met MC. She was all he didn’t know he was searching for. He heard the roof door open and close.

“Go away.” He grumbled, taking a swig of the bottle in his hand. He heard soft footsteps walking towards him still. Slowly he turned and stood up. He didn’t look up to really look at the person until he was fully on his feet. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. Standing in front of him, in all her beauty, was MC. His mouth fell open slightly. “MC…” He took a small step forward. His hand reached out towards her. “Is it really you?”

Carefully his hand caressed her cheek. The touch of her flesh made him gasp. She leaned into his caress. She reached out and pulled him into a hug. Relief filled him.

“It’s really you.” He whispered more to himself.

“It’s me.” She whispered, pulling away from the hug to look into his eyes. They were filled with relief, but also hurt. Hurt that she left. Hurt that he may never know what happened to her. She guessed the relief took over as he pulled her close once more, crashing their lips together.

“You’re alive. It’s really you. You’re here and alive.” He whispered, his voice just filled with relief and happiness.

“Did you think I would never come back, J/N?” She asked softly, running her fingers through his hair.

“No. I thought you were gone forever. I just….gave up….on everything.” He whispered, the hurt taking over now. “Why did you leave me? We could have just gone together. I could protect you.”

“I can protect myself.” She whispered softly, not trying to make him feel bad.

“Yeah you’ve proven that enough times.” He grumbled. “Let me save you sometimes. We should be a-“ He cut himself off, remembering they never actually agreed to being together. He didn’t want to call them a team when they weren’t even together. With a sigh, he pulled away from her, turning his back to her.

“What were you gonna say?” She asked, trying to reach out for him.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.” He grumbled, stepping further away from the woman he loved.

“You were gonna say we make a good team, weren’t you?” She asked.

“No, MC.” She exclaimed trying to get him to talk to her. He turned on her with a cold glare and did what he didn’t want to.

“You know what, MC? Why don’t you just leave me the hell alone? You seem to be real good at doing that!” he spat and walked to the roof door.

Dear god, the only thing I ask of you, is to hold her when I’m not around, when I’m much too far away. We all need the person who can be true to you. I left her when I found her, and now I wish I’d stayed. ‘Cause I’m lonely and I’m tired, I’m missing you again, oh no…once again.

He walked down to the beach, like he had done many nights while MC was gone. He went in to autopilot and did what had become a habit while MC was gone. He climbed to the highest point and just sat, staring out.

“God, I know I’ve fucked up in my life and I probably shouldn’t even cuss when praying, but don’t punish these kids for shit that I’ve done. My mom would tell me to ask for forgiveness for everything and it would all work out eventually, but I’ve been asking for forgiveness since we got stuck on this island and nothing has changed. Please, let them go.  Let MC have a long and happy life.”

He paused for a second.

“Let her be okay. Even if she’s here now, I miss her so much…” He whispered, finishing his prayer off with an ‘amen’. He sat there for a while until he finished his bottle and the sun was rising. He slowly stood up and went to his hotel room. When he woke up, he felt a body in his arms. He opened his eyes to find MC. Part of him was yelling at him to push her away and not let this happen because she would just leave again. He decided to go with his heart instead, pulling her as humanly close as possible.

“I love you, Jake. I’m not ever leaving you again.” She whispered softly. He felt almost as if his heart stopped after hearing her say she loves him.

“I love you, too, MC.” He whispered, breathing in her sweet scent before falling asleep once more.

Satan and Me, Natan, T, 

Part 2 (Part 1 here)

In which Lucifer is still wrapped around Nat’s finger. 

And so his visits became a regular thing: sometimes they were barely long enough to constitute a lunch break; other times they lasted several weeks. During his longer visits, Lucifer would handle his errands during the day while she was at classes, and crash in Nat’s room at night. He was always around, it seemed; he didn’t think too hard why he’d staked his earthly center of operations thirty minutes from her university, and he certainly didn’t think too hard about why he spent most of his free time in the apartment of a college sophomore.

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No Maison, no - Misha Collins x Reader (Oh Westy - Part 4)

Title: No Maison, no

Pairing: Misha Collins x Reader

Word count: 2,269

Warnings: None

Read Part 1 Here! l Read Deleted Scene Here! l Read Part 2 Here! l Read Part 3 Here!

A/N: I know Misha is married but for the purpose of this he’s divorced because, yeah, no way he would cheat on his wife. Just to make it clear, Misha, West and Maison are used in this just like characters, just like I would use Dean, Sam or Castiel on others. So if anyone is bothered you ’re free to not read it. This is just a story after all.

Also, sorry I didn’t upload anything yesterday. I wanted to upload an imagine but I had a terrible headache and when I thought of giving you a preview of one of my stories I had no internet. Sorry again!

Enjoy~! xx’

“No Maison, no” you breathed out.

“Mom!” she said with a giggle, jumping slightly on her chair, her hands always extended towards you to pick her up.

The smile had faded completely from your face and you were taking in deep breaths trying to keep the tears that had welled up in your eyes from rolling.

“She wants you to pick her up. Come on (Y/n)!” Vicki said, the smile never leaving her face.

It was weird, though. Had she not realized that Maison was calling you mom instead of her?

“Mom” the little girl repeated, making weird motions with her hands towards you. Always ready for you to pick her up.

Vicki laughed again, her eyes never leaving her daughter “Oh wait till Misha hears this!” she said excitedly.

“He was so sure that her first word was going to be dad, like West’s. Can’t wait to tell him.” she laughed and kissed her daughter’s cheek, Maison’s eyes never leaving you but the smile that was previously on her face was replaced by a small pout this time.

“What do you say (Y/n)?” Vicki asked but when she turned to look at you the smile faded from her lips too.

Tears were running down your cheeks, despite your best efforts to keep them in, and although you tried to hold them back sobs were starting to shake your whole body.

“Oh my (Y/n) wha-” she started asking but didn’t say more as you cut her off.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry Vicki I- I really am. I- I- God, I am so terribly sorry Vicki. I didn’t- I didn’t think she would-” you started stuttering out tears not stopping to roll.

“Whow whow, hey (Y/n), no. No (Y/n) relax, please, dear. Just- come sit here.” she said and motioned for you to sit on a chair that was nearby, putting her hands on your shoulders and trying to calm you down.

“(Y/n), please. Take a deep breath ok?” she said and you did as told, wiping the few tears away.

“Now will you tell me why you were apologizing?” she asked with a kind smile and you felt guilty to even look in her eyes.

“I- Maison- She-” you let out a shaky breath and tried to muster all the courage you had “She just called me mom, Vicki”

“So?” she asked with a smile and you looked at her with a deep frown “She called you mom, yes, that was very much obvious but- is that why you were crying and apologizing?”

“I- yeah, actually yeah” you managed to say.

“Oh dear, but why? (Y/n) you shouldn’t be like that. Maison just said her first word and Misha just lost a bet so he owes as both a huge favor, if you remember” she said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood, and reminding you of the bet you had long ago put with Misha.

“Yeah, I guess” you managed to chuckle “But Vicki- she- she called me mom. Me. And…” you bit your lip “… I am not her mother. You are. And you were standing right next to her and she- she called me her mom Vicki. But I do not have that right.” you said looking down at your hands.

“Oh (Y/n), so this is what it is all about huh?” she asked and laughed softly “I am perfectly aware of the fact that I am her mother (Y/n). I gave birth to her, that is something I surely will not forget. But that doesn’t mean that I am the only that has the right to be called mom by her, or West for that matter. You care about her, (Y/n). You really care about her the way I do. You make sure that her and West are fine and have everything they need, happiness and love above all. You’ve been there on moments that I couldn’t and really I can’t be more grateful to you about that. I really can’t express how grateful I am to you for loving them and caring about them so much, even though they are not your own children. (Y/n)- look at me” she said softly and you looked up at her.

“If there would ever be someone that my children would call mother, other than me, then I would not be more happy than that someone to be you. Because you have that right, (Y/n). You have earned it. Not by faking care but by truly loving them as if they were your own.” she smiled glancing at Maison for a split second then back at you “Besides- I don’t think there would ever be someone more ideal for that crazy man up there than you” she added and you could swear you felt your cheeks burn hot.

“I- Misha and I are just friends, Vicki. We- we don’t- It’s- We-” you started stuttering before you were cut off by her laughing.

“Oh I know that. Very well for that matter. It’s just- I know that Misha will move on, one day. And honestly I want him to. That’s why we got the divorce. We both knew that what we had between us was long ago over. And that’s why are good friends now, anyway. Just- I would honestly never be able to picture him without you by his side.” she said and you head snapped in your direction “You, (Y/n), are the only person that I know would care and love him as much as I once did, if not more. Just like I know that you are the only person that would love Maison and West this much. And… let’s be honest. You do, don’t you?” she smirked raising an eyebrow and you looked down at your hands, knowing fully well that she didn’t mean just the love for Maison and West but for Misha too.

“I- We’re just friend, Vicki. He…” you took in a deep breath “He doesn’t see me that way” you mumbled.

“Well, you never know now, do you?” she smiled and you just shook your head.

You opened your mouth to speak but were of course cut off by Misha’s voice.

“You never know what?” he asked, making his way into the kitchen.

“What she could say next” you immediately said.

“Who do you mean by ‘she’?” he asked with a frown.

“Maison” Vicki said with a big smile “She just said her first word, and guess who owns a big favor to the both of us” she grinned and Misha couldn’t help but smile too.

“She- she actually said her first word?” he said and looked at Maison with adoration in his eyes.

“Yeah” you said in a hoarse, but still filled with happiness, voice “She said mom”

Misha looked at you as if he could just read you and you couldn’t avert your eyes from his.

“Mom” the little girl giggled again, clapping her hands and looking at you.

You looked at her then back at Misha whose look you couldn’t decipher and then suddenly decided to get up, not knowing how much you could stand in the same room as him and in desperate need of some time alone for you to think.

“I’ll uh- I’ll take her and put her to sleep for about an hour, she’s probably tired” you muttered and without daring to glance at them, you took Maison in your hands and made your way out of the kitchen and walked upstairs.

Silence followed for a while before Misha decided to break it.

“Did she uh- did she call her mom?” he asked with trembling voice.

“Yeah” Vicki said with a small smile.

“Oh dear” Misha muttered running a hand down his face.

“Misha-” Vicki’s voice made him look at her “-Stop wasting any more time. It’s now or never.” she spoke to him with a determined voice and Misha let out a sigh.

Now or never echoing in his head.


After making sure Maison was clean and you had changed her diaper you made your way with her in your arms to her room. Dressed in new clothes you put her in her crib but as it was expected she didn’t seem like sleeping any time soon.

So instead you took her in your arms and started rocking her back and forth in hopes that she was going to get some shut eye.

“You’re not going to make it easy for me, are you?” you asked her, not really expecting an answer.

She merely giggled and extended her hands towards you, one of her small palms touching your cheek “Mom” she said and you couldn’t help but smile down at her.

“Yeah, sweetie?” you asked once more not expecting an answer but only enjoying the feeling that her calling you mom brought to you.

She only giggled more and said excitedly “Mom”.

You laughed along with her. The feeling this brought to you was truly amazing and impossible to describe. You felt your heart swell and tears well up in your eyes, happy ones this time.

Or maybe a little bit sad because the reality was much different that this.

You let out a breath and shook your head “Come on now Maison, you’ve got to sleep. Let’s see what can I do about that.” you bit your lip “A song?” you asked and she clapped her hands excited.

“A song it is then” you mumbled and starting humming a song that your mother would often sing to you as a baby, or so she had told you anyway.

You rocked her back and forth singing the lyrics softly to her like a lullaby, completely unaware of the pair of blue orbs looking at you from behind.

Misha had opened his mouth to speak but immediately stopped as soon as he came face to face with the most beautiful sight he had seen in his life. He felt a fond smile spread on his lips and his heart swell at seeing you with his daughter in his arms, singing to her to get her to sleep. He let out a soft sigh and rested his weight against the door-frame, not wanting to disturb you because honestly he didn’t want you to stop. There were moments he wondered if you were a natural talent, if that’s how you were with all kids but now he realized it that it was just a special connection you shared with his kids. And he truly loved that.

He felt his eyes slowly open, not really realizing when he had closed them, as he saw you make your way to Maison’s crib and slowly place her there, a soft humming could still be heard but it slowly came to an end.

You stood there for a good while, just gazing down at her with adoration; wishing for the moment to never end.

You took in a sharp breath when you felt a hand on your back. You turned your head to look at Misha look at you with the most calm expression you’d ever seen on him. Pure bliss and happiness in his eyes that it really captivated you.

He stood next to you and leaned in to look at Maison sleeping peacefully in her crib. He looked at her in true awe and so did you, although you were looking at him. You slowly and reluctantly averted your eyes from him to look at the little girl.

You felt Misha rest his forehead on the side of your head but you didn’t move. You didn’t dare move, you didn’t dare even breath. You just closed your eyes for a split second, and taking in a deep breath, at the same time breathing in Misha’s cologne or natural scent you couldn’t really tell. He did smell amazing, that was for sure. You enjoyed the warmth his hand that was around your back and arms brought you.  

“Truly unbelievable” you heard him mutter and you opened your eyes slowly, turning to look at him.

“What?” you breathed out, not expecting this close proximity.

“Unbelievable. It is unbelievable how much she really looks like you when you sleep” he muttered and looked from you to the little girl, you doing the same.

“Yeah” you only managed to say, resting your head on his chest; eyes never leaving Maison.

“So beautiful” he muttered but you were not sure if it was about you or the little girl sleeping.

You soon realized it was the former.

You felt his hand rest on yours that was resting on the crib. Shivers ran down your spine and you couldn’t help but turn to look at him. His intense blue eyes locked with yours and you instantly knew there was no going back. He had you. For good.

Having a crush on your best friend was cliche but falling in love with him when you knew that you were going to get hurt was the worst thing in the world.

“I-I’m sorry” you stuttered, pulling away from him and shaking your head.

“Wha-” he breathed out “(Y/n)-” he only managed to say before you cut him off.

“I’m sorry, Misha. I- I just- I can’t do this. I’m sorry” you muttered before hurrying out of the room.

“No (Y/n)” he only managed to say as in an instant you were out of the room and running down the stairs, tears having welled up in your eyes.

“No” he breathed out as he watched you run away from him.

myqueengina  asked:

Can you do a promt where the evil queen flirts with Emma and Emma enjoys it and flirts back (maybe even a kiss;) ) and they could either be alone or in front of people?

Thanks for the prompt :) 

Emma knows that this is probably, definitely, maybe a really bad idea. She came here to try and convince the Queen to put aside her plans for vengeance.

However those plans quickly fell apart. She thought it would end with fireballs or her being kicked out of the vault on her ass. Instead, here she is, kissing the evil queen. 

She doesn’t know exactly when they went from arguing to fighting but somehow the tension in the air spilled over and the next thing she knew she was spinning the queen, pressing her against the wall and kissing her. Emma knows it’s probably a bad idea but god there’s something about kissing the Queen that’s so addictive. 


She jumps breaking, reluctantly, away from the Queen to see Regina staring in shock at her. A look of hurt flashes across Regina’s face before she glares at the Queen and marches over to her, “How dare you,” she hisses. 

The Queen just grins, “Don’t be jealous dear, just because I have the courage to enjoy the things we want.” 

“We?” Emma asks turning to look at Regina. 

Regina blushes averting her gaze before turning her anger to Emma, “You were kissing her?” 


“I thought you were trying to convince her against revenge? How does you making out with her help that?!”

Emma frowns, “Look Regina we were arguing, then we were flirting and then there was kissing, lots of kissing…god the kissing…”

“You enjoyed it,” Regina accuses. 

“I did,” Emma replies, “Why does that upset you so much? What did she mean by enjoying the things we want? Do you wish it was you I was kissing?” 

Regina sighs seeing the Queen wave and poof away with a mischievous grin, before looking at Emma and asking, “Do you want her instead of me?” 

“Regina it’s not a case of her over you. I liked you when you were together…and…I don’t know…it’s complicated…”

“Is it? Do you want me?” Regina asks, “Or is it just the Queen?” 

Emma raises a brow at her before walking over and pressing her lips against Regina’s in a hot, slow kiss. Regina’s knees buckle slightly before she slips an arm around Emma and leans into the kiss. 

When they part, Emma looks at Regina and asks back, “What do you think?” 

Regina smiles at her hooking both her arms around Emma’s neck as she replies, “I think that you should kiss me again.” 

  • Snow: Look at them.
  • Charming: Who?
  • Snow: Emma and -
  • Charming: Let me guess Regina.
  • Henry: How did you know?
  • Ruby: Please.
  • Granny: Where one is the other is sure to be.
  • Henry: They even went undercover together.
  • Snow: We were only going to send Regina.
  • Charming: We should have known Emma would tag along.
  • *They all turn to look at Emma and Regina who spot them looking and frown*
  • Emma: What?
  • Snow: Are you two together yet?
  • Regina: We're together right now.
  • Charming: Yes we know you're always together. We meant are you together together yet?
  • Regina: What do they mean dear?
  • Emma: I think they're asking if we're going out.
  • Regina: Well we're going to lunch.
  • Henry *groaning*: Oh god. Why can't you two just admit you love each other already?
  • Snow: It's okay. We all know and accept it.
  • Emma: ....
  • Regina: You did say you were all in.
  • Emma *smiles*: I did.
  • *She turns and gives Regina a long loving kiss before taking her hand as everyone cheers*
  • Emma: At least they're happy.
  • Regina: And so are we. Do you think we can go back to our lunch now?
The Night Before The Wedding, Chapter 4

Summary: Belle French goes to Vegas and wakes up married to someone who is not her fiancé.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Author’s Notes: Again, your response floors me. Sorry if I haven’t responded to comments as much. I just started a second job. Thank you so much.


“I still don’t know why I had to come,” said Emma as they walked into the courthouse.

“You’re a cop,” said Ariel.

“She’s a cop,” Emma said motioning at Mulan.

“She’s going through something,” said Ariel, waving her hand at her friend.

“What? Like losing her last tenuous grasp on her heterosexuality?,” asked Emma.

Mulan snapped her head at Ariel. “You told her!”

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I Was Enchanted To Meet You

Sort of based on that Tumblr post with the museum and hot guard but a high school au.

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Felicity liked museums and she liked art well enough but god she couldn’t wait to get home. They had spent all day here for their field trip and there was only so much a person could be interested in. She was also tired as hell.

“I wanna go home,” Sara complained, resting her head against Felicity’s shoulder.

“That makes two of us,” Felicity replied, looking around at all the tired familiar faces that she saw everyday in the hallways, as well as some she didn’t recognize from other schools.

Actually, everyone appeared to be pretty bored out of their minds. It seemed that they were all counting the seconds until they could leave.  Sighing, Felicity pulled out her phone.

“Smile!” she commanded Sara, who’s head was still on her as she held the device out in front of her to take a picture of them.

“Ew no!” the other blonde immediately covered her face. “I look gross.”

“Come on,” Felicity rolled her eyes. “It’s for Laurel to show her how much fun we had without her.”

Sara snorted at the word fun.

“I actually envy her right now. Lucky bitch, getting food poisoning just in time to avoid this stupid trip,” Sara mumbled and Felicity couldn’t help but laugh.

“Fine,” Felicity relented, when Sara refused to stop being difficult. “But get out of my shot.”

Sara gladly moved out of the way, letting Felicity get her photo in peace.

“Um excuse me, that sign said not to take pictures of the artwork,” a cute guy who appeared out of nowhere suddenly said to Felicity.

Felicity had seen good looking boys before but there was something about this one. Aside from the fact that he was extremely gorgeous and his very blue eyes were causing her to melt at that very moment. He looked at her and the world shifted. Which was also why it took her a little while to comprehend what he was saying.

“Oh. No I was just taking a selfie,” she explained to the attractive blond.

“I know,” he smirked, and again it took her a minute to understand. Oh. Oh. She was the artwork.

Felicity could see Sara mentally stabbing her and silently cursing her daftness. She could also feel her entire face heating up and she was sure she looked like a tomato and all she wanted was for the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

And because Felicity had no filter, she replied, “Like I said, I was just taking a selfie. Not a picture of you.”

The boy’s eyebrows immediately shot up and a grin overtook his features and Felicity was struggling to breathe.

Oh dear god why did she say that?

“I’m Oliver,” he said, still smiling, his whole face lit up. Huh. It worked.

“I’m Felicity,” she replied , with a weak smile of her own, trying her best to calm her racing heart.

As they stood there, she couldn’t help but think that she liked the way his eyes were shining and she definitely wanted to be the one to do that again.

“You like the way my eyes shine?” he asked, wearing an amused expression and humiliation once again hit Felicity like a tidal wave.

“I said that out loud?” she exclaimed, horrified. She moaned as she covered her face with her hands, desperately wishing for someone to save her.

“Hi, I’m Sara,” her best friend’s voice reached her ears and Felicity’s head immediately snapped up. This was not the person she wanted to save her.

Sara wrapped an arm around Felicity, looking like a salesperson ready to pitch their newest product and Felicity was already internally groaning.

“You know that brain to mouth filter that literally everyone in the world has?” Sara asked Oliver. “Well Felicity here isn’t one of those people.”

And this was already going badly.

“Okay, we need to go,” Felicity said, cutting Sara off, who shot her glare which Felicity so politely returned.

“Really?” Oliver asked, his voice coated with disappointment. Felicity however was suffering from too much embarrassment to be flattered.

“Yeah we do,” Felicity replied the same time Sara responded, “No we don’t actually,” and Felicity swore right there and then that she was going to murder her tiny friend.

“Oh. Well I guess I’ll see you around maybe,” Oliver said, looking at Felicity and she was already beginning to regret telling him she had to go.

“Yeah maybe,” she shrugged, not meeting his eyes, trying her hardest to cover up the fact that she was actually as disappointed as him.

Her brain was screaming at her to just stay but she knew that if she did she would probably end up making an even bigger fool out of herself.

“Oh my god at least get her number,” another cute boy suddenly appeared and Felicity couldn’t help but wonder where on earth they kept popping up from.

It was now Oliver who was shooting mean looks, directing all of them to the boy who was now standing beside him.

He threw an arm around Oliver, looking like a salesperson ready to pitch their newest product and oh god there was another Sara.

“My friend here has all the charm in the world and has been with a lot of girls but I have never seen him look at any of them the way he’s been looking at you,” he said to Felicity.

“Tommy!” Oliver said sharply and it was now his face that was turning red.

“How has he been looking at me?” Felicity teased.

Tommy opened his mouth to answer but Oliver cut him off before he could even say a word.

“Don’t you dare answer that question,” he threatened and his friend made a gesture of mock surrender.

Felicity was wearing a grin now and as Oliver caught sight of her smile, his face softened and there they were in the middle of an art museum, grinning at each other like idiots.

“Can we start over?” Felicity asked. “And forget about my previous statement about your eyes even though I’m sure I’ll say something else inappropriate to humiliate myself again soon.”

“Sure,” Oliver laughed. “And for what it’s worth I was honestly very flattered.”

It was Felicity who laughed this time, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Oliver who mirrored her expression.

Neither of them noticed when Sara and Tommy quietly slipped away, whispering about their friends and trying to listen in on their conversation. Sara texted Laurel about Felicity acquiring a boy toy, which also elicited the question who’s that from Tommy who had seen her sister’s picture, followed by the comment that she was hot. Tommy also texted Thea, who wasn’t surprised that Oliver was chatting up some girl but Tommy insisted that no, there was something about this one.

The rest of the world faded away as Oliver and Felicity talked about anything and everything that afternoon, both of their cheeks hurting from smiling so much as Felicity quickly countered every one of Oliver’s flirty remarks and they forgot that there were other people in the room. In an instant, Felicity’s universe changed, and so did Oliver’s. All it took was one person and suddenly everything was different. But neither of them knew yet just how important the other would become to them. They didn’t know that this was the person they were going to fall in love with. It all started on a completely ordinary day, when Felicity was left wonderstruck by a boy who was absolutely enchanted by her. And it was all downhill from there.