Like her father, Luna was wearing bright yellow robes, which she had accessorised with a large sunflower in her hair. Once you got over the brightness of it all, the general effect was quite pleasant. At least there were no radishes dangling from her ears.
The trouble with approaching your relationship the same way you approached your at-times contentious friendship is that apparently, no one realizes you’re actually dating. Or else Enjolras and Grantaire just have the absolute most oblivious of friends.
I’m so used to the “everyone except Enjolras and Grantaire knows they like each other” trope, so this one was really fun to read!
Grantaire really doesn’t expect Enjolras to force him to move in with him when he hears how shitty Grantaire’s apartment is. And he definitely doesn’t expect Enjolras to want him to stay, or how easy it turns out to be, or the way Enjolras has a habit of doing his studying in the sunshine on the living room floor …
Yeah, he may be in some trouble.
Everything. Everything about this. SO GOOD (ps there’s some smut at the very end, just in case you’re not into that)
In which Grantaire and Enjolras take a very long time to actually say those three special words, but if you pay attention, the words are there.
Love love love love love. I felt super content (in an “I’m wrapped up in a warm blanket sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter’s day” way) after reading this and honestly that’s one of the best feelings to have after reading a fic (for me personally)
In the almost four years that Enjolras had known his friends, he always managed to avoid ice skating with them. This was very purposeful. It had to be. After all, they lived in the Northeast, so plenty of opportunities arose for him to go ice skating. He just never took advantage of them. Because Enjolras had a secret. A dark, terrible secret.
Given how nosy and internet savvy his friends were, it was kind of a miracle that only Combeferre and Courfeyrac knew about his past.
But it was time.
(Or the Amis go ice-skating and find out a surprising truth about Enjolras.)
Ok I had to include this one on here too because when I was rereading it just now, it kinda reminded me of Yuri on Ice and that made me happy sooo :)
I Can’t Love Her, She’s Not Mine to Love Anymore - Calum Imagine
request; Could you do an imagine where Calums falling in love another band members girlfrend (or the girl who he wants back)?
sorry for the wait, anon. enjoy! :) oh and i also wrote it in his p.o.v. hope that’s okay. x
Tonight was the band’s last show of the year. We were all excited. The energy was out the roof. Everyone backstage was buzzing. I was sad that we were going to end the year already, but I was happy at the same time.
It was a few more minutes until we had to go on stage. The boys and I were getting ready, warming up a little before going on stage. I was more than excited. Nothing could make this night go wrong. At least that’s what I thought. That was before she came backstage to surprise Ashton, her boyfriend. Y/N didn’t just surprise Ashton, though. She surprised me as well.
“Y/N! Babe, what a great surprise!” Ashton says with such happiness as she walks to him.
“Hey! I thought I’d come surprise you on your guy’s last show.” Y/N explains. Then Ashton gives her a big hug.
After the hug they share a kiss. I couldn’t see them show that much affection so I turned around immediately. My happiness was slowly fading away.
“SHOW TIME BOYS!” One of the crew members yell with a big thumbs up.
Thank goodness it was time to play the show. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle seeing Y/N and Ashton together. I need my space from them. More from Y/N than anyone. What I’m feeling for her has to go away. The feelings that I feel once again should not be allowed. They aren’t allowed, but I feel something for her. She has a boyfriend now and it’s Ashton who is my best friend. I had to stop thinking about her. About my feelings. About the past. About everything. I have to admit that it is hard. This was a situation I didn’t want to be in. It’s horrible knowing that I’m in love with Y/N even if she’s dating Ash. What would happen to my friendship with him if he were to find out I was in love with his girlfriend? That’s terrifying to think about. I really need to stop thinking about all of this.
Tonight’s show was supposed to be the best night this year. This was our last concert of the year. The end of our tour. But I couldn’t enjoy it. My mind was on her. How could I ignore the thoughts of her if she was dancing and singing along to the songs we were playing in the front row. No matter how many times I looked away my eyes would wander back. I needed to stop looking her way. I needed to focus on playing instead. My mind needs to stay focused on playing and not on Y/N.
Half an hour later we end the last concert. The guys ran backstage still excited about the night. I, on the other hand, decided to walk as slowly as I could backstage for obvious reasons. Once I finally joined the rest of everybody I saw Ashton and Y/N together. They seemed so happy being together. The sight made me feel worse. I needed to get away so I walked passed everyone in the room and went out to the alley. As soon as I opened the door I let out a big sigh as I ran my fingers through my hair. How in the hell am I supposed to get over her? Why did I have to fall in love with her out of all the girls in the world, it had to be Y/N again. And now that she’s dating my best friend. This is just a disaster.
My phone was buzzing in my pants. I took it out to see what it was. There were messages from Luke, Michael, and Ashton asking where I had disappeared to. All I replied back with was ‘I’ll be there in a few minutes.’ I needed a few more minutes to clear m head even though I know that when I see her all the thoughts are going to rush back in.
“I thought I’d find you here.”
You know that phrase speaking of the devil? Well in my case it’s thinking if the devil.
“Hey.” Is the only thing I can think of saying.
“What are you doing back here?” Y/N asks walking closer to me.
I leaned against the rail and looked down, fumbling with my thumbs. It took me a while to answer her.
“I needed to clear my head. There’s a lot going on.”
I know she’s going to ask what it was that I had on my mind. But it was the truth. I felt like I could talk to her like we used to before. Even though everything running through my head involves her. She doesn’t know that though. And I hope she doesn’t find out.
“What could you possibly be thinking about to have you thinking so much on such a great night like tonight?”
She’s now standing next to me, but I keep my eyes down because I know that if I look into her eyes I might just tell her how I feel. That can’t happen. I had the chance to before and I didn’t take it. So now I’m fucked.
“A whole lot of things. I don’t know myself.”
“You’re lying to me, Hood. I know you know what you’re thinking about.” She pauses for a little then lowers her voice, “I saw you looking at me almost the entire concert..”
That got me to look at her. My eyes were wide. I didn’t know what to say. She caught me staring at her. This is bad.
There was a long pause between us. I was still nervous as fuck. Who knew what she was going to say.
“The way you were looking at me, it’s not okay.. You can’t loot at me like that anymore.”
I know I can’t look at her that way. I know that. But I can’t help myself from doing so. These feelings for Y/N are real. They always have been real. I was just stupid to let her go. That’s the stupidest thing I could have ever done yet I did it and now I’m here looking at her and regretting the day I let her go and didn’t tell her what I felt for her. What I still feel for her.
Here’s my thesis “film” that I worked on over the past year (it’s more of a weird… trailer). I had a lot of things that I wanted to do this year, but because of a few snags that I hit along the way, this was what I ended up with.
Despite it’s shortness, I couldn’t have made this without the help and support from friends and faculty, who helped me get through this last year.