curious lucas

trash-sicle  asked:

A color palette for several characters? Nox, K., Andrienne, Diego, Lucas, Singularity, and Ror. I'm just curious as to what you think would suit them just by their names. Thank you much!

Here’s a palette for Nox

Here’s a palette for K

Here’s a palette for Andrienne 

Here’s a palette for Diego 

Here’s a palette for Lucas 

Here’s a palette for Singularity 

Here’s a palette for Ror

Hope this helped 

"Oh so you're the camp counselor my sibling keeps raving about"

7/11/17
Dear Maya,
I’m having a great time at camp! It’s been only a day, but my cabin mates are so nice. We took the swim test and the pool is super awesome. I have two counselors, one is a girl named Missy who’s in my cabin with all the girls, and then there’s Lucas who’s in with the boys. And just between us, he’s realllyyy cute. Like, seriously. Not even a little. He’s full blown young Zac Efron level cute. Not for me of course, because I’m 8 and he’s 23. But you’re 22 and I could totally see you two dating. He’s awesome and he’s from Texas. You should talk to him when you come to pick me up from camp.
Love: your sister, Phoebe

7/17/17

Maya,
I made a friend! Her name is Emma and she is very nice. She has super long nails, and they’re real! She’s so cool, and she’s 10 so she’s older than me. And about Lucas, I asked him if he’s single (even though you said not to). He was nice about it, and he said he was! He’s perfect for you, Maya. I told him about you and he seemed interested. You should send me a photo of you so I can show him. I know you probably don’t want to, but please??? I’ll be sweet and put it by my bunk so that he just happens to see it. I won’t shove it in his face, I promise.
Hoping for a photo, Phoebe

7/20/17

Dearest sister,
Lucas saw the photo. He was all “wait is that your sister” and I was like “yeah” and I swear to god he blushed and smiled all cute. He’s just getting awesomer and awesomer as the days go by. He taught me how to make lanyards and I’m making one on my water bottle, but his is better than mine. That’s okay though, I’ll get better. He’s definitely my favorite counselor. I think he likes me too. And he’d definitely likey-like you. I showed Emma your picture and she says she totally “ships” you guys, which means she likes you as a couple. I agree with her. Turns out he’s been doing college at NYU! He was held back a year when he was little for some reason he won’t tell me, so he’s in your grade. Awesome, right? Parsons and NYU are pretty close. You could totally date him!
Okay, I’m done. Hope everything’s good. Tell mom I say hi.
-Phoebe

7/25/17

So I’m leaving tomorrow, which seems crazy. The two weeks went by super fast. They have this thing they do at this camp where by the end of the week, you ask any counselor to “tie your rag.” You pretty much make a goal and work hard to get to it and then a counselor you look up to ties a handkerchief around your neck as a sort of badge. I’m very proud of myself, I faced my fears and went on the big zip line that they have here. I asked Lucas to tie my rag. He’s the greatest. We’re great friends now, and I think I’m his favorite. We always talk when we’re walking around camp and I’ve told him loads about you. He says he’d like to meet you when you come, and I’m so excited! Don’t hate me for this, because it wasn’t my fault, but all the girls in my cabin saw your photo, and now they all want you to date Lucas. It kinda got around, and now everyone teases Lucas about it. He takes it well and laughs and stuff, but that might make it awkward when you meet. Sorry, I didn’t try to make this happen! My whole cabin just knows a cute couple when they see one! Anyways, I’m gonna go now. Can’t wait to see you and introduce you to Lucas tomorrow! I’m gonna miss him when I come home. (Unless you guys date. Then he could be like my big brother or something. That would be the coolest!)
Love, Phoebe :)

Maya chuckles as she finishes reading over the last letter that was sent to her by Camp Orkila from Phoebe. Her little sister always can make her smile, and she must admit she’s excited to see the little firecracker again today.

And Maya must admit, she’s curious about this Lucas guy. If he’s really as cute as Phoebe says he is, then Maya won’t refuse an introduction. Although she can’t help but feel a little embarrassed that Phoebe had the whole camp unit shipping her and this Lucas guy just from one photograph. So yeah, that’s a bit embarrassing, but at the same time it makes Maya more curious about him. What is it about the two of them that had twenty 8-11 year olds turned into huge “lucaya” fans? Maya feels like it was Phoebe’s loud and bubbly voice (something from Riley that had rubbed off on her) blabbering about how Lucas and Maya were perfect for each other.

But alas, Maya finds herself pulling into the grass parking lot in her rental car in the Texas summer camp. She had to take a flight from New York to get here, since her mom was too busy with work to come get Phoebe. So here Maya finds herself, in Texas for the weekend with her sister.

Maya steps out of the car and locks it’s doors, sighing to herself at the sudden Texas heat. She was glad she put on a shit-ton of sunscreen, for she knew her fair skin would soon be looking quite lobster-esque if she hadn’t. She feels beads of sweat start to form on the back of her neck, so she ties her messy blonde waves up in a high ponytail using the hair tie on her wrist.

She tightens the ponytail as she walks to tent with a banner that reads “pick up campers here”, seeing a huddle of kids with taller counselors getting them to participate in circle games and conversations.

Maya sees some girls crying and hugging about their departure, not including Phoebe not to her surprise. Phoebe isn’t exactly the crying, weepy emotional type.

She suddenly spots her little sister in a different place, sitting in the grass and weaving something attached to her water bottle concentratedly.

Maya smiles at Phoebe, her straight brunette locks falling into her eyes as she looks down at her water bottle attachment. Her brown hair was a trait that surprised everyone when she was born, a trait that she had gotten from Shawn’s side of the family. But she still had the same striking blue eyes as Maya did. Yet she got lucky with tanned skin, as opposed to Maya’s pale complexion.

Maya starts to walk over to her, but she slows a bit as she notices a boy sitting next to Phoebe, working on his own lanyard.

That must be Lucas.

Phoebe wasn’t lying when she had said that Lucas looked like a young Zac Efron, with his sea foam green eyes and his tousled dirty blonde hair. He had a sharp jawline and broad shoulders, his skin tanned from days at the summer camp.

Maya smiled slightly as he shares a laugh with Phoebe, the two seeming to share a connection.

Maya walks closer and sees Phoebe look up to her, a large smile spreading on her face.

“Maya!” She smiles, hopping up from her sitting position in the grass and engulfing Maya in a huge hug. Maya hugs back tightly, Phoebe almost the same height as her despite being eight years old.

“Hey, sister spaz. How was camp?” Maya beams at Phoebe, pulling away from the hug and tucking a brown lock behind her ear.

“Great! Did you get all my letters?” Phoebe says enthusiastically, folding her hands together with a huge smile.

“Oh, I did.” Maya says with a chuckle, glancing at Lucas who is now standing as well. Maya feels her cheeks flush as their eyes meet, pulling her stare away and putting it back on Phoebe. God, he was hot. He hasn’t even said a word and Maya already has butterflies in her stomach.

“Oh and Maya, this is Lucas, the best counselor ever.” Phoebe beams, pulling Maya by her hand so that she’s standing closer to Lucas.

“And Lucas, this is my sister Maya. Also known as the best sister ever, who is twenty-two and available and very pretty, if you haven’t noticed.” Phoebe says shamelessly like she always does. Maya feels her cheeks grow incredibly hot, Lucas’s face becoming adorned with a boyish smile.

“Nice to meet you, Maya.” He says with a Prince Charming-like smile, Maya’s stomach tightening further into its knot as she hears his deep, gravely yet kind voice. God, this guy is perfect. How the hell did Phoebe think Maya of all people had a chance with him?

And how the hell does he not have a girlfriend?

“And you,” Maya replies, trying to keep her usual sarcastic tone as a cover for how jittery he’s making her feel.

“So you’re from New York, huh?” Lucas smirks, and Maya notices his very slight southern drawl. She can’t help but find it attractive.

“Yeah, born and raised. I hear you’re from here in good ole Texas country, Sundance.” Maya attempts to cover her attraction with her usual name calling and teasing.

“Maya, be nice.” Phoebe huffs from her side, tugging on Maya’s hand.

“Fine. Sorry.” Maya chuckles, Lucas smiling down at Phoebe.

“It’s all good, Phoebe,” Lucas says to Phoebe, before looking up to Maya, “Sundance, that’s a new one. Props to you.” Lucas laughs, smiling down at Maya with a slight blush on his cheeks as well.

Maya notices the small crowd of giddy ten year olds watching them with wide eyes, the talk of the camp for the past two weeks finally standing in front of them.

“So I hear you’re going to NYU? Phoebe told me all about it in her letters.” Maya asks, making conversation.

“Yeah, I am. And you’re at Parsons?”

“I assume Phoebe had lots to say about me too?”

“Oh yeah.” Lucas says with a chuckle, Maya laughing slightly as well.

“She has quite the big mouth, this one..” Maya smirks, pulling Phoebe into a tight side-hug.

“Yeah. It was awesome having her here.” Lucas smiles at Phoebe again.

“She had a blast. Right Pheebs?”

“Totally. You’re my favorite, Lucas.” Phoebe smiles, and Lucas laughs.

“Just between us,” Lucas says, leaning in and whispering, “you’re my favorite too.”

Phoebe somehow beams even more at this, Lucas giving her a fist bump.

“Now can you please give Maya your number so we can hang out again? And also so you two can see each other again? Come on, I know you like each other. It’s like, all over your faces.” She says bluntly, Maya blushing intensely.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind getting together sometime, Maya. I get back from camp in August.” Lucas smiles, scratching the back of his back as excited squeals come from the group of ten year olds.

“Oh! I mean, sure!” Maya stammers, keeping her cool as her cheeks somehow turn redder, “uh, here. I have a pen. I’ll give you my number.”

“Oh, okay cool.” Lucas says with a big goofy grin on his face, Maya ripping a small slip of paper from her sketchbook in her purse and scribbling her number onto it before handing it to him.

“Alright cool, it was nice meeting you. And Phoebe,” Lucas turns to Phoebe and gives her a hug, “it was so awesome to hang out with you.”

“It won’t be the last time. Especially when you two start dating.” Phoebe smirks, Maya and Lucas both blushing, Maya chuckling nervously.

“Hopefully.” Lucas smiles at Maya, her stomach dropping as she looks into his sea foam gaze. He really is a ten.

“See you soon ish then.” Maya chuckles bashfully.

“Until then, blondie.”

Fall in Together

When Steve Harrington opened his door at 9 PM Wednesday night, the last thing he expected to greet him was the anxious face of his girlfriend’s little brother.

“Steve!” Mike exclaimed.  Steve kept frowning, looking around at the other kids standing behind Mike.  Lucas and Dustin were there, along with that new girl that Steve knew to be Billy’s sister Max.  The youngest Byers was nowhere in sight, but Steve wasn’t very surprised by that.  They all looked nervous, staring at him with wide eyes and harried expressions.  “Is Nancy here?”

Steve’s frown only deepened.  “No, I haven’t seen her since school,” he answered slowly.  Their faces all fell, and Mike looked terrified.  “Mike, what’s going on?”

Mike met his eyes and with a sinking stomach, Steve guessed the words he was going to say right before he said them.  “It’s Nancy.  She’s gone.”

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I’m so fucking curious about Lucas Baker that it’s pissing me off. And of Zoe. They rarely interacted and only mentioned each other once (excluding Lucas’s journal). Where does Lucas sleep? Or does he and Zoe sleep at all? Are they cannibals or do they have a secret storage of food, they are sickly looking. How did Zoe find out about the D-Series or did Mia tell her? Why does Lucas care if Zoe wants to be cured, there was only two syringes anyway, not like they’ll try and cure him. Not like he needs to be cured. Is Lucas a rapist or does he dispose of his victims in his traps? Why are they still living with their parents? Do they care about each other at all? Lucas yelling at Eveline? Does anyone realize that Lucas isn’t a psychopath, he’s more of a sociopath. There’s more questions, but I guess that’ll be answered in the DLC’s….

Unwilling and unable to face everyone on her own when it comes time to attend Auggie and Ava’s wedding, Riley Matthews hires a solution in Lucas Friar. Loosely based on The Wedding Date.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Rating: Around a PG 13/14

Notes: As always,  thanks to everyone who has read, reblogged, commented, liked…whatever you’ve done to support the fic. It means the world to me. And just a reminder, I’m more than happy to chat about this or any of my other fics if you pop into my inbox.

In this chapter, Lucas gets his introductions to Topanga. And Maya. And then he and Riley do some sharing. 


“It’s lovely to meet you Lucas.” Riley’s mother is the picture of poise as she smiles and shakes his outstretched hand–warm and not at all what he’s expecting after making the rounds in the dining room. “It’s always nice when Riley actually gives us a peek into what her life is like now.” 

The barb, presented behind the veneer of courteous small talk lands just as intended; Riley’s grip on his hand tightens and out of the corner of his eye, Lucas sees the edges of her smile draw in.

That’s more like it.

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Lucaya oneshot based off headcannon

Headcannon that legit works perfectly with lucaya: “I work at the animal shelter and you always come in to pet the cats when you’re sad”

Lucas had always wanted to be a veterinarian. It was the one constant that he really understood, that he stuck with no matter what. He stuck with it when his parents got a divorce. He stuck with it when Zay didn’t make the varsity baseball team with him, which really crushed Zay (but it’s not like he had a chance. Lucas was the only sophomore on varsity, and Zay was no prodigy). He even stuck with it no matter what his status was with his on and off girlfriend, Princess Riley Matthews.

Right now, him and Riley were on the off part of their relationship, and Lucas felt good about it. She and Farkle have been spending an awful lot of time together. He’s sure that Farkle could make Riley happier than he ever could, so he decides it’s for the best. His heart was never really in it with Riley.

Especially since he started running into a very interesting girl.

Lucas has volunteered at the animal shelter for two years now. It counts as volunteer hours, looks great on college applications, and helps him get to know more about animals since he wants to be a vet.

But he had to admit, he came to the shelter every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon with the hope that the same five foot tall blonde beauty would show up at the shelter to pet the cats.

She had been coming for the entire two years Lucas had. She’d show up sporadically, maybe two or three days a month. Although every time, her eyes would be red and puffy. Lucas either assumed she was crying, or she had an allergy to cats. But assuming she showed up fairly often, to pet the cats, he assumed it was door number one.

Lucas didn’t know the name of the girl, nor did she know his. It’s not that Lucas wasn’t curious, it’s just that they had found other things to call each other during one of their many long conversations (which frequently kept Lucas from doing his work, for he would just make up odd jobs in the room that she was in so that he could keep talking to her). But when they first talked, the girl picked up on his subtle Texan accent, which was nothing extreme. Just a slight emphasis on his r’s, and how he pronounced the letter “W” from the years he had lived in Texas as a kid. He said it like “double-yuh”, which the girl had teased him for while laughing hysterically and giving him nicknames like Ranger Rick, Sundance, and Huckleberry Finn. He wasn’t as good at coming up with the clever names however, but after sitting in his room and pondering what he could call the girl, he was very proud of himself when he came the next week calling her a short stack of pancakes.

The conversations that the two had always seemed to cheer up the little short stack, to the point where Lucas wondered if she was even coming to pet the cats to cheer her up. Lucas never asked what was wrong, for he didn’t want to overstep with her.

So Lucas shows up one rainy Thursday to the animal shelter, walking up to the front desk and signing in.

The manager soon comes out from her office and assigns him the window washing duty, handing him a squeegee and windex.

The cat rooms are basically carpeted rooms full of those tower things, toys, and a liter box, and for some reason each has a sliding glass door. The cats like pawing it and stuff, so the window cleaning is extensive.

Lucas enters the room that’s first in the hall, immediately hearing multiple meows.

He shuts the door behind him, and looks up to see the blonde girl sitting on the carpet, petting the tabby cat named Pluto.

He heard her sniffle a few times, and when she looked up at him, her eyes were bloodshot and puffy again.

“Hey, Huckleberry.” She says with a halfhearted smile.

Lucas feels himself blush, his heart skipping a beat like it always does at her pretty blue eyes. He wishes she’d come when she wasn’t upset sometimes, because he’d love to see what she looks like without her tear stained face.

“Short stack.” Lucas replies, with a smile and a tip if his imaginary cowboy hat.

He walks past her and to the sliding glass door, the girl looking back to the cat.

“You doing okay?” Lucas asks, spraying the length of the door with the windex.

“Not particularly. But I’ll get over it.” She says with another sniffle, Pluto meowing as she scratches between his ears.

Lucas wipes down the glass in silence for a second, wondering if he should ask what he’s thinking.

“Can I ask what happened?” Lucas asks, throwing caution to the wind.

The girl sighs and keeps her eyes on the cat.

“It’s my dad. He left me and my mom when I was little and started a new family.” Maya starts, Lucas’s heart sinking.

“Oh, I’m really sorry-” Lucas starts genuinely, turning away from the window and looking at the girl.

“That’s not the problem as much.. that happened when I was like five. I’m mostly over it. But what bothers me is that he keeps promising to introduce me to his family. I mean, we’ve arranged like five dinners and meet ups with his family, and he cancels every time. And this time he seemed genuine, and I just got my hopes up so high. I feel like I just need to realize that hope really is for suckers. Maybe if I did, I’d get hurt less.” She lets out, her voice wavering at the last sentence.

“Hey, don’t say that.. if your father is distant like that then that’s on him. You should still have hope for those who don’t disappoint you.” Lucas says quietly, feeling bad for the small blonde.

“I don’t know, moral compass. Most people disappoint me.” The girl chuckles, and Lucas feels a sudden overwhelming sense of wanting.

Lucas feels himself want to be that person for her. He feels himself want to be the first person who proves to her that hope is something that you can have, and something that can follow through.

Lucas blinks at the sudden wave of emotion for a girl he doesn’t even know the name of.

And that’s when he wants to say it. That’s when he wants to tell her how he feels. He feels an overwhelming urge to confess it all to her, to learn her name and tell her his. To kiss her and make her believe that the world has good things.

“You okay, Ranger Rick?” The girl chuckles slightly at the silence.

“The world doesn’t suck. But it may have for you, and I’m sorry for that. You don’t deserve it.” Lucas says, the girl’s expression straightening.

“What’re you trying to say, Huckleberry..” she says just above a whisper, looking up into his eyes with her icy blue ones.

“I’m trying to say that short stack isn’t my only name for you. I also came up with blonde beauty. And I’d really like to know your real one.” Lucas chuckles, her face staying emotionless before her eyes flicker away from his, licking her lips.

“Huckleberry.. I’m sorry. I can’t.” She responds, her eyes closing and her head shaking.

“So, you don’t feel the same.” Lucas states, looking to the ground.

“No.. that would be a lie. I just can’t.. I can’t be hurt again. I’m sorry.” She says apologetically, standing up and rushing out the door.

Lucas bites his lip disappointedly, turning back to the window and finishing his work.

~

The next Tuesday, Lucas shows up to the shelter with less pep in his step than usual. He assumes that the girl won’t want to come back after what he said.

He just had to go and confess to her.

But when he walks into the shelter’s door clutching the strap of his messenger bag, he hears a voice that surprises him.

The blonde beauty, angrily talking with the receptionist.

“I’m sorry ma'am, but we have a lot of volunteers. I don’t remember them all.” The receptionist shrugs.

“No, come on. You must know who he is. He volunteers here, he’s tall as fuck, he has dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and between you and me he’s really cute.” The girl says, the receptionist sighing.

Lucas blushes at the girl’s confession, fidgeting with his bag’s strap.

He watches as the receptionist’s eyes glance up to him and a smirk adorns her face.

“I don’t know, but he sort of fits your description.” The woman says, pointing at Lucas with her pen.

The girl whips her head around quickly, her face flushing as her blue eyes widen.

Lucas smiles at her and she walks to him, blushing intensely.

She grabs Lucas’s shirt collar and drags him out the shelter and onto the New York sidewalk.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Yes, I heard you call me cute.”

“Oh. I mean, I just said that because the receptionist probably thought you were cute so I assumed-”

“I think you’re cute too, short stack.” Lucas says simply, her blush growing more.

Lucas chuckles at how cute she is, and how beautiful she looks.

Her eyes aren’t bloodshot or puffy, and she’s wearing black eye makeup that isn’t messy or running from tears.

“Look, I ran because I’m not used to people liking me. The last time I had a boyfriend he kinda cheated on me, and I just have a hard time opening up now. I know it’s dumb, but I do like you too and-” The girl rambles, Lucas cutting her off by swooping up her face and kissing her.

The kiss is full of passion and warmth, Lucas feeling a wave of electricity flow down to his toes and back up again. Her hair smells like strawberries, and her lips are soft and tasting if peaches. Lucas feels himself wanting to cave in more and more to everything that she is, so happy to have her after two long years.

They break apart and Lucas keeps her face in his hands, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“I’m Lucas, by the way.”

“Maya. Maya Hart.”

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the boys + first lines

Question-rucas


a/n this is a superrrrrrrr popular idea so I do apologise that the plot is very similar to other one sh0ts I have seen. I am only trying to do what I think would work best for the prompt. You guys have never misunderstood me before so I think it will be cool, lots of love Bay xoxo

not proof read lmao

Riley Matthews strolled down the hallways of her high school. She was on her way to her first tutoring session with a kid who was struggling in her class, there were only a few people left in the school considering it was 20 minutes since the final bell but she could hear a group of girls talking nearby. Riley tried to block out there conversation but she couldn’t help but hear considering how loud the girl talking was. She spiked up at the mention of her boyfriends name and began walking closer to the group.

There she saw 7 girls who were 17, they always talked down to Riley considering she was only 16 and didn’t turn 17 for a little while. It didn’t phase Riley because she knew age was basically nothing.

‘Lucas will probably stop loving her soon, I mean she’s so much younger, she doesn’t even want to have sex with him and I heard she always reluctant to do stuff. What a baby.’ The girl Riley new as Abigail scoffed. Riley took their words in letting them effect her slightly before realising she had the upper hand. These girls weren’t bullying her, they were just gossiping and nothing is worse then getting caught out gossiping. Especially when they are all head over heels in love with her boyfriend and want him to think highly of them.

'Well I don’t appreciate being called a baby. I mean I don’t cry and complain half as much as you do Abigail.’ Riley yelled making all seven girls look at her with a shocked expression. All six of them ran over and started apologising and saying it wasn’t true while Abigail just stood at the back rolling her eyes.

'Come on girls we have bigger problems. Bye Riles.’ She fake smiled before trotting off. Riley smiled knowing that she had basically defeated Abigail.

She made her way to the library very late for her tutoring lesson.

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The words hadn’t made Riley insecure like she thought they would, they had made her more conscious, curious. Did Lucas think those things? Ok so she was somewhat insecure but not as if she was going to cry about it, or break up with Lucas, more like she needed answers or it would just bug her. Like when you get comfortable in bed and your nose starts to itch. You think about anything but itching it but because you’ve noticed it it needs to be itched.

She heard her bay window open so she slowly closed her book and put it beside her, Lucas immediately saw his girlfriend and knew she had her thinking face on.

'Well this can’t be good.’ Lucas joked and Riley laughed.

'I just need you to answer this one thing for me. ’

'Ok sure thing, what’s up.’ Lucas sighed and Riley warped her brain trying to think of a way to put this.

'Do you think that one day you’ll stop loving me, maybe I’ll be too young or because I’m not ready to have sex yet. Or because I’m really quite insecure with transition—do you think you would just give up. Other people seem to think you’re crazy.’ She ranted and took a deep breathe once she finished, making sure her hand was still intertwined with his, which it was.

'Riley, RILEY, Riley. When you love someone you don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes and call you crazy. Especially then. You just– you just don’t give up.’

'I love you too, I knew I shouldn’t need an answer but  just– I just did.’ She fretted sad that she needed constant reassurance. She put her hands over her face embarrassed but Lucas was quick to pull them back down.

'Hey it’s OK. Now who said this to you.’ He asked bouncing up and down her purple doona cover. They were facing the bay window and Lucas smiled as he could see the sun setting and Riley slowing starting to turn gold. Lucas had a love hate relationship with the sunset considering it bought the darkness of a sky with no stars, but the sunset almost reminded of how there would be light again.

'That girl Abigail from our grade. The one who’s heavily obsessed with you.’

'Oh the one that wears the cakiest foundation and way too much perfume. Zay and I have to go get fresh air after talking to her. Like does she spray the whole bottle.’ Lucas yells and Riley can’t help but laugh while hitting him/

'Lucas that’s mean.’ Riley scolds.

'Sorry I just prefer natural brunettes.’

Stranger Kids

When they were younger, Mike, Will, and Lucas would run around at recess imagining themselves in a fantasy kingdom as knights and wizards. Sometimes, they’d take turns playing the monsters from their storybooks—dragons and ogres—for the others to battle. Sometimes, they’d go on quests to find items like the “lost golden pinecone of Mirkwood” or the petals of the tallest flower in the land, quests assigned to them by the good King Clarke . 

One afternoon in the fourth grade, Mike noticed a boy watching them as they played; an odd boy with floppy hair and not enough teeth. He walked over and took a chance. “I’m Sir Michael Elmshield, Sir Mike for short,” he said by way of introduction, gesturing his hand back to where Lucas and Will were still playing, “That’s Sir Lucas the Brave and Will the Wise Wizard. We’re on a quest to find some bark from the magical tree Glorial. Do you think you could help?” Dustin, whom the boys then quickly dubbed Sir Dustin the Strong, agreed with nervous excitement. 

When the bell rang and they walked inside from recess, Dustin was curious. As Lucas and Will chattered up ahead, he quietly leaned in to Mike and asked, “Why didn’t you ask about my teeth? Nearly everyone in my class has.” Mike shrugged. “We’re knights. We already heard about all of your great adventures, like how Dustin the Strong fought the dread dragon Nancy and saved his kingdom.” 

As Dustin hung up his coat, he couldn’t help but to smile—maybe Hawkins wouldn’t be that bad after all. 

AU/Almost Misses a Good Thing: Chapter 19!

Riley and Lucas suck when it comes to matters of the heart. See what happens when these two romantics fight their way through, misunderstandings, heartaches and learn that sometimes the person who’s seen you through it all is that good thing you’d been searching for all along!

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“Its over isn’t it?”


Their encounter with Ava was brief, but earth shattering for all who witnessed it. Not wanting her brother to do anything rash, Riley followed them back to their place, sending Noah home. It’d been a long time sense she’d been in the actual apartment building and told herself it was not only for her brother, but practice as well. She’d have to come back the following week for Hannah’s bridal shower. She walked up the familiar stairs with a melancholy heart. The dark wooden floors that creaked, the pealing wallpaper, the smell of musk mixed with Mrs. Hansen’s edibles stinking up the building; she missed this place. When they reached the second floor she looked down the hallway and sighed as she looked at her old door. Suddenly, the boy’s door shut. She jumped a little then laughed at herself. 

“Riley?”

She froze praying it wasn’t who she knew it was, but alas, her luck still sucked. 

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