hey remember when my two favorite people dated for eight years me too


Request:Can I request a fic where dark-skinned  Reader and Tony are together and fight for their relationship despite an abundance of outside negativity? Rumors are flying around like she’s only with him for his money, or that she’s a prostitute, or that he’s only with her to try to seem politically correct, or that he’s slumming, etc. Maybe an Avenger or two (doesn’t matter which) think they are helping by suggesting that Reader and Tony break up? The other Avengers are supportive though?  @smile-it-wont-suck-forever

You were sat watching one of the many shows that got their ratings by gossiping about celebrities. You didn’t usually watch these shows, but you heard your boyfriend’s name  in passing as you were flipping the channels and curiosity got the better of you. He wasn’t usually featured on these channels anymore; it was usually just the news channels fussing over Iron Man.

“It has been a while since Mr. Stark made it onto our radar, but it seems he took a break from saving the day to be with a mystery woman over the weekend. The couple was seen leaving a restaurant in Manhattan, sharing a little PDA,” the woman spoke, you rolled your eyes. You’d thought you saw a camera flash while you were out. It was only a matter of time before the  media caught wind of you two. You lasted a while though, almost a year without anyone being the wiser.

“Who is this mystery woman you ask? Your guess is as good as ours, but don’t expect to see her for too much longer, we know Tony Stark’s game, there’ll be a new one next weekend. In other news-” the T.V. suddenly turned off. You looked around to figure out why and found Tony.

“I never changed out women weekly… that would have been too long a turn around,” he complained. You rolled your eyes.

“I told you going out to Manhattan was a bad idea.” you chastised, crossing your arm in front of your chest. He smirked and came over to where you were sitting and sat on your lap. You fought to keep a straight face while he sat there.

“I wanted to take you to dinner, is that so bad? Is it so horrible of me to want to spoil the woman I love? Tell me is it?” he asked playfully moving closer and closer to your face as he spoke. His playful smile pulled your own smile out of you. You pushed his face back with a laugh.

“I guess not, now get off of me, fool.” you pushed at him. He got up but not before kissing you.

“I’ll talk to someone about it, yeah? Let them know you’re not just my Saturday night… occasionally you get Sundays.”

You threw a pillow at him, which he easily caught and tossed back on the sofa. His smile faltered for a moment and he gave you a concerned look, “You do know that the vast majority of those journalists are idiots right? I want you every day.”

“You better,” you grinned.

“Great, rom-com moment over, come on  I have something to show you.”

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Fame is a Lonely Road

Summary: Kylo Ren is the lead singer of the Knight’s of Ren, one of the most well known bands of late. Despite his success in career he still feels lonely, cold, and afraid. That changes when he spots you. 

A/N: ughhhh im a sap, sorry hope you guys like this fluffy oneshot, trying to get back into things, also thanks @fanfictionauthoress for the idea 

Sweat trickled down his brow, the sound of the crowd dying out to the roar of his heartbeat. In that moment he forgot everything, in that moment his world was you.

You didn’t even notice that the lead singer was staring straight at you, completely love struck. You were looking around, observing, waiting, wondering why you were even here. Sure the Knights of Ren was a popular band, and they put on a great show, the music was good but you just didn’t feel that connection, and you were just here because you got such good tickets for free, so you only felt more out of place.

It felt like everyone was staring at you, like they knew that you weren’t a true fan. You slumped in your seat, trying to shy away from the uncomfortable itch of a burning gaze. You quickly get bored of staring at your hands, and wonder when the band is going to play their next song. When you look up you find the source of the gaze, brown eyes molten with passion, framed by dark strand of hair scattered on his forehead. Maybe you were imaging things, but was Kylo Ren staring you down?

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any fic recommendations already where Derek and Stiles are best friends? If you have, can you please link it? Thank you very much! I'm starved for these kinds of fics.

  • This MIght Be Irony by thepsychicclam (M, 38k) Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.
  • Little Dumplings by DevilDoll (G, 8k) “You and Derek are going to sit next to each other,” she said. Derek had already put his mat down off to the side, near the window, and was sitting on it, glaring at his Batman sneakers. “And you’re going to hold hands.“ "What?” Stiles blurted. He looked over at Derek, who was looking back at him, mouth fallen open in shock. His eyes were so wide that for once his eyebrows weren’t his most noticeable facial feature. “If you refuse to apologize to each other, you’ll have to make up another way,” Miss Blake said firmly, steering Stiles over toward Derek and standing there while he obediently—if somewhat grudgingly—put his mat down.
  • Mating Habits of the North American Domesticated Werewolf by lielabell (M, 35k) Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.
  • Help me get in touch (with what I feel) by alenie (E, 3k)  “Stiles, what happened?” Derek says as sternly as he can (which isn’t very). Nevertheless, there is a pause on the line, and a small sigh. “I was just…having some Stiles personal time, you know? And…I may have gotten something stuck. Um, in me.” “In you?” Derek says incredulously. “What do you…oh.” Enlightenment strikes. “Like, in your…” “Yes, in my butt!” Stiles snaps.

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ChiTown- Lafayette X Reader

day 4 of the write-a-thon: write a fic that happens where you live or somewhere close. celebrate your culture and where you are!

place chosen: chicago


“Oh my god why are there no people here?” I heard someone exclaim and I looked at them weirdly.

“I don’t know, my friend.” Someone else replied. They both sounded like they were from the east coast although the latter had a predominantly French accent. However, judging from their reactions, they were probably from New York City. I made my way over there and I tapped one of them on the shoulder before I could decide that it was weird to do so.

“Well there is much less trash here.” I added and they looked at me in surprise.

“You live here?”

“Yeah. I lived in the suburbs before but more job opportunities up here.”

“How did you know that we are from New York?”

“You guys are blatantly from a big city and New York because it is kinda shocking to notice that not as many people are walking here.”
“You’ve been to NYC before?”

“Mhm, I was visiting a friend who had just gotten back from France or something.”

“So are we going to do stereotypical Chicago things and get deep dish pizza and go to the bean or something?” One of them asked, pulling the others arm.

“Do you want to be our tour guide?”

“I don’t even know you guys? You could be axe murderers?” I pointed out and they laughed.

“I’m Alexander Hamilton and this is Lafayette.” He said and I raised an eyebrow.

“Y/N L/N. My friend- Thomas Jefferson- he’s told me a lot about you.” I said and Lafayette laughed at Alexander’s reaction.

“Man how many people will I run into that know him and are friends with him.”

“Well if it means anything, you are certainly not what he described.”

“Did he describe a man who fights with him over political and economic things because that’s him too.” Lafayette added and I smiled a bit.

“He also said that you are ‘out of your goddamned mind’.”

“Sounds like him.” Alexander replied and I laughed.

“What did he say about me?”

“That you were very handsome and that he had a crush on you.” I said and Alexander fell over and laid on the ground, laughing. Lafayette was blushing intensely and I looked at them both, amused. “Hey I don’t think you should lay down on the ground, we are in the city.”

“Does he still have a crush on Lafayette?” He asked, standing up and I shook my head. “Damn. What other dirt do you have on him?”
“Plenty, he is my friend though.”

“Laf it’s official, Y/N my new favorite person in this world.”

“Should I tell Laurens or you?” Lafayette responded and smiled when he noticed that Alex was flustered now. “Anyway- I’m starving. Where should we eat?”

“Depends, do you want to wait forty five minutes for a deep dish pizza?” I asked them and I felt bad as soon as I said it because his smile just disappeared.

“Is it worth it?”

“I don’t remember, the last time I ate deep dish pizza I was like eight years old.”

“That settles it, we are taking you out for deep dish pizza.” Lafayette announced and he grabbed my hand and started walking away from where we needed to go.

“Wrong way.”

“Where are we even going?”

“Lou Malnati’s.”

“Ah okay. Alex c'mon.” He said, turning around. We had to go several blocks and when we arrived, Alex was complaining about how his phone battery was almost dead.

“Table for three, please.” Lafayette smiled and the waitress smiled back and led us to a table and passed out the menus to everyone.
“I’ll give you a couple of minutes to look over the menu, do you guys know what you want to drink already or not?”

“I’ll just have water.” I smiled.

“Coffee please.” Alex said.

“I’ll have water as well, thank you.” Lafayette ordered and she walked away.

“Do you guys want to go to the Sears Tower after this?” I asked them.

“Don’t you mean the-”

“I know what I said and I meant it.”

“Oh! Can we also go to Navy Pier as well?”

“Alex, the Sears Tower and Navy Pier aren’t close to each other.”
“Well how long does it take to get to the Sears Tower from here?” Alex asked.

“Twenty minutes, give or take a few.” I replied quickly and he nodded, in thought.

“Well we can always get a taxi as well or call an uber.” He suggested and I nodded. We waited for our drinks and when the waitress gave them to us, we ordered a deep dish cheese pizza. For forty five minutes, we talked about Chicago and New York, them trying to convince me that the latter was better the entire time. When the pizza arrived and we all ate, I stood up.

“You guys won’t need me as your trusty tour guide anymore then if you are going to get an uber or a taxi. I will be going back to my apartment if you guys don’t need me.” I told them and I pulled out my wallet. “Lunch is on me, okay?”

“Wait- how do we get in contact with you if we need to?”

“Call Thomas.” I smiled. I paid for the meal and left some cash on the table as a tip for the waitress and I walked out.

I heard someone knock on my door and I looked through the peephole, seeing a nervous Lafayette outside. I opened the door and he smiled when he saw me.

“It’s been four hours since you’ve seen me.”

“Yes and I bought you some flowers to thank you for getting me and Alex off to a nice start here.”

“It’s no problem. You really didn’t have to bring me flowers, thank you Laf- can I call you that?”

“Sure. I’m sorry if this seems weird as well- Thomas gave me your address because I think he thought that I like you.”

“Well I mean people don’t usually get flowers for saying thanks yet here we are.”

“Here we are.” He smiled and he handed the roses to me. “And I know that this may be a little forward considering we’ve just met but I want to ask you on a date to the Shedd Aquarium? I mean we can of course just go as friends or something but I’ve never been to an Aquarium before in general and I wanted to share that experience with you?”

“Yes. Thomas has been telling me about you all day since I left you guys.”

“All good things I hope.”

“Yeah, all good things. Anyways, it’s getting late. Do you want to stay over for the night and we can eat the rest of my stash of icecream and watch Criminal Minds?”

“Yes, I would love to.” He smiled and he came inside and closed the door while I grabbed the carton of icecream and two spoons.

I sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to me, turning the tv on.

“I thought I wasn’t going to like Chicago.” He told me and he sat next to me and I looked at him, amused.

“What changed your mind?”


Pretty Bird (Nightwing x reader)

(This includes a Community tv show reference.)

(Y/n) was finishing getting ready for her special date. She snapped her earrings on her earlobes and brushed her hair. The tv in her bedroom had been showing a marathon of Vampire Diaries. Damon Salvatore appeared on screen looking handsome as ever, (Y/n) thought. He had nice eyes and a nice mouth and a nice chin - overall he was lovely! He couldn’t compare to the man she had known for the past five years. A two year beautiful friendship plus a three year intimate relationship.

She sat on the bed, putting on the pair of shoes that went with her outfit and brought out her eyes. Her cellphone buzzed next to her. (Y/n) picked up the phone to find that her date, Dick Grayson, texted her. “Are you sure you want to meet up? You don’t need me to pick you up?” It said. She replied, “I’m sure. Thank you, though. :)” Dick always treated her with respect. (Y/n) called a taxi, waited, and when it arrived, was on her way to meet her boyfriend.

Shortly after she had arrived and paid the driver, who drove like a race car driver because she said she was going on a date and politely said she didn’t want to be late, pulled out her phone and texted Dick, letting him know that she was there. He called her number resulting in her answering, “Hey! Are you here?” “Yeah, babe. I can’t see you though. There’re so many people here!” (Y/n) smiled and told him, “Hold on, let me try something.” She moved the phone away from her mouth and ear and yelled out “PRETTY BIRD!!!” to which Dick responded “THAT’S ME!!!”

(Y/n) giggled and followed the sound of his voice. Soon they stood in front of one another and embraced each other. Dick pulled away just enough to kiss her. When they separated he wrapped an arm around her waist and started walking with her to her favorite restaurant; it became his favorite restaurant too since the day he decided to try every single freaking thing on the menu.

“How are you, (Y/n)?”

“I’m much better now, and you?” She smirked up at him earning a smirk from Dick.

“Same here,” he pecked her cheek. “I know you’ve mentioned how busy the past few weeks for you have been, so I wanted to do something for you.”

“I really appreciate, Dick. Thank you so much. Oh! And the mission?”

“The mission,” he sighed from recalling the incident, “…almost intolerable. Guess what happened at some point.” (Y/n) guessed correctly that Superboy and Wally had a bad argument. “YES! This time it was actually kinda funny to watch. I know I know. It sounds terrible.”

“I mean I kinda have to agree with you. Sometimes their fights can be…” she tried finding the right word.


“More or less. Pretty much, yeah!” She laughed. “Remember when I told you about Rease?” Dick nodded his head interested in everything she told him. “Well after he tried to take credit for the thing I did, someone caught him trying to do the exact same thing with someone else’s project, and he was let go!” Both of them laughed at the incredulity of the situation.

“No way! I thought the bastard would be sneakier than that!” He laughed hard enough to where his eyes slightly watered.

“After all the other things I told you about him, after eight years he finally got his karma! I need some tea because I know it stopped being my business when he stopped trying to mess with me, but oh my God!!!”

“You need your gossip tea? Shame on you,” he joked.

She lightly nudge him in his side with her elbow while trying to hide her smile.

They reached the restaurant and sat at their reserved table. (Y/n) and Dick continued talking when their waiter appeared with a pompous look on his face.

“Hello, my name is Marcus and I will be taking your orders. What would you like to drink?”

(Y/n) and Dick ordered their drinks when Dick saw a tattoo of a cult classic film he recognized. “Nice tattoo, man.”

“It’s cool that you know the reference, too!” (Y/n) smiled.

“Yeah. It’s way better than Die Hard which is a piece of garbage.”

Dick stiffened and frowned, “… I’m sorry?”

“Die Hard has got to be the worst movie ever. I mean seriously? The plot is so unoriginal.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened in shock when the waiter spoke that way about her boyfriend’s favorite film. “Oh sh**,” she thought.

“Die Hard is an amazing movie with a great plot, a great cast, and great suspense. How is it the worst movie ever? Where is the logic in your statement, Mar-”

“Hey, Marcus! I think I’d also like to ask for the ninety drink listed, please.”

“I’ll have your drinks in a moment.” With that, the rude waiter walked away. (Y/n) exhaled in relief and held Dick’s hand to calm him. “You okay?”

“I’m not sure. He just totally dissed Die Hard! Can you believe the nerve of that guy? I mean sure we have our own opinions. I just wish I didn’t have to hear those words come out of anyone’s mouth.”

“He ruffles your feathers?” (Y/n) tried not to laugh at her own joke. Dick tried not to be amused with the question, but failed miserably. “I’m sorry he made fun of it. It was kind of inconsiderate. He doesn’t know good movies and it’s sad, but life goes on and he’s missing out.” Dick smiled affectionately at the woman who understood him and kissed her hand.

After the dinner, they walked hand in hand in comfortable silence. Everything felt right.



“Can I ask you something?”


“Do you like Die Hard?”


“Do you love me?”


“Will you marry me?”

“Yes- WaIT WHAT?”

Dick got down on one knee and pulled out a small box with the ring.

“Will you marry me? I promise to be the bestest friend and husband, to stick by your side, and to help you continue to become the best version of yourself as that is the meaning of life.”

(Y/n) felt her heart beating out of her chest. Her eyes teared up, her cheeks turning red, and her mouth curling up to form a bright smile. “Yes.”

@dccomicsimagines I hope you like it!

tinybluehouses  asked:

polyfrogs flower shop au

Monday was almost too much.

“Oh man,” Chris said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Anybody who said running a flower shop wasn’t hard had obviously never worked in one. “Why does everyone always come on Monday?”

“Because we were closed yesterday and everyone always comes in to get the bouquets they forgot to get over the weekend,” Derek said. He placed an empty vase on the counter.

There was a smudge of dirt on his cheek. Chris reached up and wiped it away with his one ungloved hand. The other was covered in soil and old leaves.

“Thanks,” Derek said, smiling softly. He bent down to quickly kiss Chris’ cheek and only moved away when the chime above the door rang for the millionth time that day.  

“Hello, sir, how may I help you today?”

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anonymous asked:

PLEASE do 'ex-sex where they can't get enough of each other ' :):):):)

They broke up for really legitimate reasons, honestly. It was completely, 100% the right call; Bellamy was going off to college, Clarke would be in college the next year, and long-distance during college just seemed like an awful idea. They’ll be in different places, with different people, making new friends. If they tried to tie themselves down with a high-school relationship, they’d just end up resenting each other.

But when Bellamy comes back to town for his first Thanksgiving break, he still calls Clarke, because of course he calls Clarke. She was one of his best friends, and he misses her. They still talk, of course, text and chat and occasionally Skype, and she’d probably kick his ass if he didn’t call.

He really, really didn’t mean to hook up with her. He hadn’t been planning on it. It was honestly an–not an accident, but it wasn’t intentional.

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Red Silk - Olicity AU - Oneshot

Summary: Felicity’s shower breaks. Luckily, her neighbor Oliver is a good friend.
Rating: PG-13

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Felicity stared angrily at the shower knob, desperation and frustration building in the pit of her chest. It was the third time in as many months that her shower refused to turn on. After the second time, her landlord had personally promised it would not happen again, hiring a brand new technician to come out. Desperate to believe him, she had trusted the repair technician when he promised his short, twenty minute repair would do the trick.

That was a month ago.

Staring at the evidence of his blunder in front of her, she couldn’t help but feel anger.

Normally, she was a level-headed and composed individual.

Normally, she would’ve taken it with a grain of salt and would’ve headed to her gym for a quick workout and simply caught a shower there while she waited for her landlord to get someone out.

Those were the things she would do, if she didn’t have a date coming to pick her up in an hour and a half.

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anonymous asked:

How long has it been since you last slept? For the Angst meme with Kaoru

( Angst Me No More — Ask Meme )

“How long has it been since you last slept?”

pairing: Kaoru x Reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1742 words

insp: “Six Degrees of Separation” — The Script, “How I Met Your Mother”

a/n: this one is a bit of a songfic! it’s also differently written, a new challenge for me.

“Oh, [Name]-san!” An elegantly-dressed lady, well into her 40s, waved at you once she caught sight of your lone form. A few of her friends also walked towards you.


“Kobayashi-sama.” You nodded in respect, although fully aware your family’s empire could easily overpower her husband’s. “Semi-sama, Izumi-sama, Ushijima-sama.” You acknowledged her friends, all as well-dressed as the former, and all decked in the same glistening jewelry. 

“Oh, dear! We heard about you and Kaoru-chan..” Kobayashi said.

I knew it. 

You nodded, with a slight smile. “Yes, Hitachiin-kun and I have parted ways, after three years.” You spoke of your ex-boyfriend with his last name, feeling discomfort with the thought of using the first name you had called him ever so lovingly for three years.

Semi frowned, and put her hand on your arm. “We were shocked, you know. We really thought you two fit together. We even thought you two were going to get married.”

I thought so, too.

You pulled another perfect yes-i-feel-sad-too-but-life-goes-on look. “Thank you, Semi-sama. Unfortunately, it seems Hitachiin-kun and I were just two very different people..” 

That’s not it, though.

“Are you okay though, honey? How have you been holding up?” Ushijima kindly asked, and you smiled. Her eyes spoke of genuine concern, which was nice.

“Truthfully, Ushijima-sama, I’m still adjusting to the change.. Three years is quite a long time, after all.” You chuckled. “But I think, this change is good, actually. I’m doing good.”

Really, now?

“But you know, I have a nephew who would be perfect for you! I’ll introduce him to you next time.” Izumi remarked. You held back every urge to cock an eyebrow at the 47-year-old. 

Instead, remembering your manners, you chucked softly. “Thank you for the offer, Izumi-sama, but I think I won’t be dating for a while.” 

“That’s understandable, dear. Anyway, good luck!” Kobayashi bid farewell, and you watched as the quartet moved on and talked to the others that caught their interest.

You sighed. It’s going to be a long night.

You closed your eyes for a moment.. and the eight months before this flashed into your mind.

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“So much has changed since I first sat down and began to write this book. I’ve changed. I got arrested recently and to be quite honest with you it wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be. I got a new dog and I named her Audrey. I found a girl (a real girl) that I’m in love with, and if you can believe it, she loves me back. I’m looking at her right now, in fact. She bought me a new computer and on the desktop there’s this picture of her on the beach. She and I and a bunch of our friends went to Hawaii recently. I had never been there before and I enjoyed myself very much. We had a house right on the beach. A couple of days into it, while sitting in the shade nursing my new sunburn, she decided to try surfing for the first time. And needless to say it was quite a funny sight. If you’ve never seen someone take their first surfing lesson before, then drop this book and everything else you’re doing immediately and arrange it. It’s well worth it. On one of her many tumbles into the ocean a friend of ours must have snapped a picture of her. Her butt is on the board as she’s washing ashore and she has this smile on her face. It looks like you’ve just surprised a five-year-old with a truck full of candy. I’m talking ear to ear. Every time I turn on my computer and I see this picture it makes me happy. I know how lucky I am to have someone that makes me feel that way, believe me. I’m lucky to have her. My point is I didn’t have her or that picture when I started making this book.”

What is Love?

This is an almost prequel to ‘I Like How I Am With You’. This would take place two days before the first story, so consider it in the same universe and enjoy. Also available on AO3.

One day, the question hits him like a freight train. Nico had been in the middle of a training session, younger campers whacking each other with wooden swords. It has been three years since the battle against Gaea, and Nico was feeling better than ever. He has gradually grown into his role as a camp counselor and he was a favorite among the younger generations. Perhaps it is because he was willing to play silly games with them, give piggy back rides, inspire confidence in those who were ashamed with their confidence, or hold them when they cried, homesick and missing their parents. So, when little Vera came running to him, he expects a request not a question. Not a question that would stump him at the age seventeen…

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note: its short but i like it

pairing: luke and y/n

word count: idk tbh


Liking someone is never easy. Movies make it seem like after days, weeks, months of finding that one potential person will come easily and then you’ll have one little argument, realize you miss them, and then live happily ever after. They get the shots of couple having a blast as they fall in love, but they never show how they feel whenever something like this happens.

When you begin to fall in love, you get this feeling inside of your chest. It’s basically a balloon that swells up whenever you see this one person and it just keeps swelling up, making your chest feel tighter and tighter. It keeps getting bigger. As this person speaks, smiles, blinks, breaths you can feel the balloon. You can feel it anywhere and everywhere as this person just exists.

But don’t be fooled. One day, this balloon will grow and grow and grow and then it will pop. And this “popping” is what is called heartbreak. It will feel ten times worse than the feeling of that balloon growing. Along with the popping, come the downfall of everything great in your life.

Soon, your self-esteem will crumble and your mindset on life will change forever. You can’t keep this from happening because heartbreak is inevitable.

So me being silly, ol’ me thought I could escape the popping of this balloon in my chest.

I was sixteen years old when I realized I love the boy that is Luke Hemmings. He was the epitome of what a person would call awkward and dorky. He made terrible jokes—they still made me laugh though, even if I hate to admit it. Luke was always looking good. It could be six in the morning and because of his raspy morning voice, I’d fall deeper and deeper into his spell. He didn’t seem to notice, and I’m glad he hasn’t because imagine being the girl in love with your best friend who only wants to best friends.

It took a whole to realize whether or not I really loved Luke. How could I have known? Feelings like these were always hard to decipher. Was it basic puppy love? Or was it the type of love that was more than just love? I didn’t know.

But on one particular day, when it was raining as hard as it possibly could on the windows of my room, Luke lazily strummed on his guitar. The sound was beautiful and it made me feel at ease along with the pitter patter noises on the window. He began to sing and I smiled.

The familiar sound of “Somewhere in Neverland” started to emit from Luke and his worn down guitar. By the time the song was done, Luke plopped his enormous, lanky body beside me on my twin bed. He was oddly long in height, so it was amusing to watch him curl up in a bed as small as the one we were lying on.

“Do you think we’ll ever run away together? We could like just go. I don’t think anyone would notice. It’s not like we have any other friends,” Luke said, shifting to lie on his back and stare up at the ceiling like I was.

I hummed lowly. “I don’t know. I mean we could do it.”

“So why don’t we run away? Do you not like me, Y/N?” he teased, pinching my cheek slightly.

I paused. It was only for a standard waiting time, but in my head it felt like years. “Oh but Lucas, I like you a lot.” And I was telling the truth, but he only laughed, and surely I did too. But this laugh wasn’t as genuine as the others we shared.

Fast forward a couple years to college where the two of us share an apartment and a bathroom, which is hell. I’m still in love with the nerd and there’s a huge chance that he might feel the same way.

People always tell me Luke has a crush on you! It’s so obvious or something like Wait you and Luke aren’t dating? Well you two definitely should. Also, he’s been telling me of this person who he likes a lot but will never like him back. If that doesn’t scream me and a terrible way of confessing feelings, then I don’t know what does.

If he liked any other person other than me, he would’ve already told me their name. It’s me and I have never been happier.

“Hey, um, can you come to that little place of ours in the woods close to home? I need help with something,” he called me one night. He was visiting family and I was studying for finals, but Luke confessing his love for me would trump any type of homework.

After pulling on a nicer outfit than usual, I left our apartment, blasting music as loud as I possibly could in my car. This was it. It’s finally the time to tell him I love him. The balloon was getting bigger and bigger, but I didn’t mind this high I was feeling.

I parked my car close to the woods and started my walk through the trees and dirt. My heart was beating so fast. My hands were starting to sweat and I could feel my lungs tighten. From the distance, I could see the clearing already and there was a beautiful picnic table of my favorite foods and a nice candle. And then there was Luke who was a mess holding fairy lights.

Squealing, I sprinted towards him, engulfing him into a hug. “Wow, you look hot. Do you have a date?” Like asked, holding me close to him.

“Um, duh,” I cheered, staring at the scenery before me.

“Oh sorry, then I’ll make this quick. Help me
with the lights before Jordan gets here.”

And that my friends is when the balloon decided to pop. It popped and my self-esteem crumbled and my mindset on life changed. “Who?” I said, as calmly as I possibly could.

“The girl I’ve been telling you about.”

“But this is our spot,” I breathed out while I helped him set up the lights that illuminated the dark clearing. “I thought it was just for us two.”

“I know that but remember in year eight when we said we can bring someone here if we think that they’ll be the real deal? Well, I think this might be it,” Luke smiled. The lights were up now, bright and happy and I tried my best to keep myself from crying over the dumb boy that was Luke Hemmings.

“Yeah well, I guess so. I’ll be going now. Wouldn’t wanna be late for my date,” I said, all the while I was holding back the tears and starting to walk away.

Before I could leave just yet, he quickly enveloped me in an embrace and I sorrowfully smiled into his warm body. “I hope you have fun, babe. You deserve it.” He pecked my forehead and pushed me away slightly. “Now go get some.”

Instead of driving to my so called date, I went home to the apartment we shared and cried. I cried a lot.

But I knew it was for the best because I loved him, and another thing about love besides all of the balloons growing and popping, is sacrifice. I’ll always sacrifice my happiness to make sure Luke always had his.

Eight Nights With Mr. Gold, Chapter 3

Originally posted by thedisneydiaries

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Summary: The town of Storybrooke is devoted to Christmas, so much so that they revile Mr. Gold for not participating in their celebration. Amid this tension, Belle French discovers that he is actually Jewish and he’s alone on Chanukah. Naturally, she can’t let that stand.

Author’s Notes: I am floored by the response to the first part of this fic. Thank you so much. Happy second night of Chanukah!

Chapter 1 2

Author’s Notes: Welcome to night/part three. I am again so floored by your response to this fic. Thank you so much! Happy reading and happy Chanukah!

Belle hurried into Granny’s carrying two dresses. Ruby frowned at her as she looked up from pouring Archie’s coffee. Belle unbuttoned her coat to reveal she was wearing a third dress and held the other two up beside her.

“Which one?”

“Which one for what? Do you have a date?”

“No, I…” She paused. “I’m just going over to Mr. Gold’s again for the third night of Chanukah. I want to look nice.”

Ruby put the coffee pot down. “You do have a date. You’re dating Mr. Gold.”

“I am not…” She paused. “Which dress, Ruby?”

“The lace one is too summer,” said Ruby.

“Okay, that’s one out.”

“Have I seen the one on the right?”

“I don’t know?”

“Well, put it on.”


“Just jump into the laundry room. Nobody’s there.”

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