even though i'm backed into a corner

BUCKY Barnes the type of man you ride with in the back seat of someone else’s car, even though the passenger side is open, because he likes to wrap an arm around ya waist and rub on ya titty beneath yo sweater. He likes to scoot all the way into the corner and neck you stupid while sliding his other hand up ya skirt to push yo panties aside, curling his fingers and machine-gunning into yo punaaaaaay!!

And because you’s a hoe for ya mans you open your legs wider…ya nasty hoe smh

@erisjade @kimistry27 @kissmyjasdaddy @magellan-88 @suz-123 @stars8melanin @bubbleboss17 @ivarthefuckboy @alex-ivar-minx @jazzytee @behindthesehazeleyes27 @nys30 @charliexowrite @this-kitty-has-claws

loverofcake  asked:


12. Your most scandalous headcanon for your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

I’m gonna go with Merthur for the current OTP (you know why^^), and scandalous made me think of gossip mags and I’m so bad with headcanons because they usually just manifest as fics, sooooo here’s a little modern royalty AU for you? <3


Scandalous pics of the royal couple reveal it all

Merlin slaps the gossip mag Arthur kindly delivered along with his tea face-down onto the table with a groan. He’d thought he’d gotten used to the gossip and speculations and the paps, but somehow they always manage to outdo themselves and take him by surprise. But now this? “Baby in the Buck’?” What is that even supposed to mean? Whose baby?? Merlin sneaks a look at Arthur, but Arthur is just badly hiding a grin behind his cup of coffee and Merlin knows that Arthur is not going to help satisfy his curiosity. Ungraciously, he thinks that that’s the real scandal the gossip rags should focus on: The King of England (and Scotland and the rest of the UK and Australia and everything else the merciless tutor that tortured Merlin before he was deemed ready to marry said King forced down Merlin’s throat) prefers a cup of coffee in the morning instead of good, old English Breakfast, or even Earl Grey.

But nope, they prefer to focus on babies. Non-existent babies, because Merlin would know if there were any new babies in Buckingham Palace, right? Right?? Arthur’s decidedly smug grin that not even The Times can hide does not fill Merlin with confidence. But all his silent pleading achieves is Arthur raising his newspaper higher and saying: “Just read it, Merlin, and stop stalling.”

With a sigh, Merlin gives in and picks the gossip magazine back up, quickly flipping away from his own face staring at him from the front page. It has become a sort of ritual between them: whenever the rags come up with something particularly absurd, Arthur will pick up a copy for Merlin and delight in Merlin’s disbelief and pain while reading it. Merlin’s revenge is usually to find the latest gossip mag to gush about Arthur’s abs and butt and watch Arthur’s face turn crimson while reading it. He has a feeling that he will need to find one that goes into a lot of detail on abs and butt, and speculates about the family jewels (nope, not the ones on display in the Tower) to make up for the atrocities he will be subjected to today.

The article itself is going by the trusted “a picture says more than a thousand words”, three pictures blown up as much as possible dominating the two page spread, with a few lines of text squeezed in between and a row of smaller pictures beneath. One is a very unflattering side shot of Merlin sticking his belly out, his eyes half shut, probably caught mid-blink. So far so not good, but the caption makes it a thousand times worse: “Royal Consort showing off his baby bum. Friends close to the couple say the King is so overjoyed that he has kept him up long each night, ‘celebrating’. 😉” Yes, they actually put a winky face in the caption. Merlin truly worries for the state of the nation sometimes.

The second pic is of Arthur hugging Merlin from behind, Arthur’s hands on Merlin’s still protruding stomach, his head tilted to whisper something into his ear. It all looks admittedly very romantic, but Merlin clearly remembers that moment, because he’d been complaining about having eaten too much cake and Arthur’s whispers certainly hadn’t been romantic, going more along the ‘keep eating cake and I’ll switch you out for a younger and thinner model’. Merlin can’t decide whether to be relieved or disappointed that the paps hadn’t caught him stomping on Arthur’s foot just a moment later. The caption for this pic is tooting into the same horn, anyways, talking about Merlin’s “pregnancy glow” and how doting the new father to be was, carefully cradling his unborn child. Merlin shakes his head in disbelief and ignores the dying walrus sounds coming from Arthur’s side of the table, a sure sign of Arthur (badly) holding back his laughter.

The last picture takes the cake, though. It’s a close-up of Merlin’s chest, his nipples on full display through his too thin dress-shirt, the caption shouting: “BRA-ve! Sensitive and full glands sure sign of male baby, experts say. Better start wearing a bra though before the royal milk starts flowing!” Merlin gapes silently, shocked speechless by the utter ridiculousness of it all before exclaiming: “It was cold! And you got me that shirt!”

That seems to be the last draw for Arthur, who stops trying to hold back his laughter and starts braying like a donkey. Merlin’s eyes narrow suspiciously before the realisation dawns on him: “YOU got me that shirt! You planned for this!”

Arthur shakes his head and breathlessly squeezes out between peals of laughter: “I might have hoped for something, but I sure didn’t plan for this. They really outdid themselves, didn’t they?”

Merlin shakes his head again, staring back down at the atrocity on shelves everywhere in the UK now, and finally can’t take it anymore: “How did they even come up with this? How did they get this to print? How did no one stop this? I’m a man! I can’t even get pregnant!!”

That proves to be too much for Arthur who has to hold onto the table to keep himself from falling off his chair from laughing too hard. Merlin tries to keep up his glare, but he can already feel the corner of his mouth twitching upwards and it doesn’t take long before his laughter joins Arthur’s, the whole thing too absurd to stay seriously mad.

Revenge is a dish best serve cold, though, and Merlin knows exactly the trousers he’ll have Arthur wear in the future, that will get the family jewels the attention they deserve.

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Hey here’s a Jamilton thingie because I’m avoiding the two requests in my inbox because writer’s block sucks. Have you noticed that all my Jamilton fics end with James suffering? I feel bad.

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Warning for anxiety attacks and one very brief mention of PTSD.

Alex ended the day arguing with Jefferson. They had been trading eloquent insults since ten in the morning, and they didn’t stop until they reached Jefferson’s apartment and Jefferson slammed the door in Alex’s face. Normally, Alex would have pursued it further, yelling through the door if he had to, but he had an essay to finish that night, so he decided to wait until morning.

The good thing about this was that at 6 in the morning the next day, Alex had had time to think up numerous comebacks and insults, and he was excited to use them.

His knock on the door was followed by a large thud from inside, then a full minute later, a sleep-riddled Jefferson opened the door.

“And another thing,” Alex began immediately.

Jefferson startled awake and wordlessly tried to slam the door shut. Alex caught it just before it closed.

“Nope, you’re not getting out of this one.”

Jefferson darted inside the apartment, then into the bathroom, closing the door. Alex followed him, but didn’t try to force the bathroom door. He could talk through it.

“Very mature of you Jefferson,” he said, “hiding from your battles.” He launched into a continuation of last night’s argument, but paused when he heard a series a strange sounds from inside the bathroom.

There was the pop of a bottle opening, then the sound of small objects skittering across the tiled floor, and finally, a very pronounced, “Shit!” from Jefferson.

“Jefferson?” Alex asked hesitantly. “Are you okay?”

Jefferson’s voice was quieter this time. “Pl-please go away.”

“Can I come in?”

“I s-said g-go away!”

Alex pushed the door open slightly to find Jefferson sitting on the floor, an empty pill bottle in his hand and pills scattered around him. His free hand was running through and pulling at his hair frantically, and his breaths were coming far too quickly. Tears streamed down his face.

Alex filled with fear. This was not the Thomas Jefferson he knew. The Thomas Jefferson he knew would never allow himself to be seen like this, so vulnerable and scared.

Then Alex snapped into action. He recognized a panic attack when he saw one. He knelt down next to Jefferson.

“Hey, Jefferson, it’s okay.” He reached a hand out towards the taller boy. “Can I touch you?”

Jefferson nodded. Alex took his hand and placed it on his own chest.

“Breath with me, okay?” He took slow, deep breaths, and Jefferson did his best to mimic him.

They went on like this for a few minutes and Jefferson’s breathing eventually even out.

“There,” Alex said gently. “Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

Jefferson looked away defiantly, his hands still fidgeting.

“Please?” Alex added, trying for politeness, a first when it came to dealing with Jefferson.

Jefferson took a shuddery breath. “I—I n—I need, I need,” he gestured helplessly around him at the pills. He took another deep breath and tried again. “James. The extras. James kn-knows where.”

Alex nodded and stood to find Madison. He walked around the entire apartment, but it was empty. When he reached the bathroom again he pulled out his phone.

“Madison isn’t here,” he told Jefferson. “I’m going to text him, okay?”

Jefferson, who had let his forehead drop to rest on his knees, nodded.

To: Madison
Where are Jefferson’s extra meds?

From: Madison
Why are you at our apartment?
Is Thomas okay?
What’s happening?

To: Madison
He’s better now but he had an anxiety attack.
He spilled his meds and he needs the extra ones.

From: Madison
The pills are in the drawer next to my bed
I’m at the library. I’ll be there in ten minutes.

Alex went back to Madison’s bedroom and pulled open his bedside drawer. Inside were multitudes of pill bottles. He looked through them until he found one labeled “Thomas Jefferson”. He grabbed it then got a glass of water from the kitchenette and brought it back to the bathroom. He sat down next to Jefferson, so close that their shoulders touched. He opened the bottle carefully, then handed it and the glass to Jefferson, who accepted them gratefully.

Once he had taken his pill he went back to fidgeting. He still wouldn’t look at Alex.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Alex said. “Everyone goes through stuff like this. It’s part of life.” Jefferson didn’t react, so Alex continued. “I take meds for my PTSD. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Jefferson was silent for another moment, then whispered, “Social anxiety. I-I have s-social anxiety.”

Alex blinked. He hadn’t been expecting that. Jefferson was normally so confident; he dominated any conversation he took part in. To learn that he was actually inherently terrified of conversation—that was quite the revelation.

“I had no idea,” Alex said quietly.

Jefferson gave a hoarse, sarcastic laugh. “’S the point of the medicine.”

Alex chuckled. “Are you feeling better?”

Jefferson nodded. “Yeah. The medicine works pretty quickly. I’m just exhausted.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Alex asked, getting ready to stand up.

“No,” Jefferson said, a little too loudly. He cleared his throat and said more quietly, “I mean, can you please stay? At least until James gets back?”

“Of course.” Alex settled back down next to Jefferson. “And I promise in the future I won’t come try to fight you before you’ve taken your pills.”

A small smile twitched Jefferson’s lips upwards. “Thank you Alexander.”

Alex raised his eyebrow at the use of his first name, but didn’t say anything. He knew criticizing anything Jefferson said would be risking sending him back into panic mode.

Instead, he said kindly, “You’re welcome Thomas.”

A few minutes later, Madison rushed though the door.

“Thomas, I’m home, I'm—”

Alex hushed him as he rounded the corner into the bathroom. Thomas had fallen asleep with his head on Alex’s shoulder. Madison stared at the bizarre scene in front of him with a mixture of disbelief and exasperation.

“Do I even want to know how this happened?” he asked.

Alex smiled. “He asked me to stay until you got here but I don’t want to wake him up.”

James found he didn’t have the energy to try to process that statement.

“All right, just make sure he’s awake in time for his ten o'clock class.”

bts as my classmates
  • Namjoon: Is the one person who doesn't use mechanical pencils and gets up to use that noisy ass pencil sharpener. argues with the teacher a lot over random topics.
  • Taehyung: Talks when the teacher is talking. Never knows when the test is. Always comes in at least 5 mins late.
  • Jimin: Takes REALLY nice notes. Always stays after to ask the teacher questions and get tutoring. Still ends up with average grades.
  • Hoseok: LOUD. class clown. Always has their headphones in but isn't listening to anything.
  • Jin: Sits in the front. Always answering the questions. CONSTANTLY asking for extra credit even though their grade is a 105%
  • Yoongi: Sits in the very back. Is never awake. Always manages to ace the test. Never brings a pencil.
  • jungkook: shy quiet kid in the corner. hates being called on and avoids all eye contact with the teacher. Is always the first one out of the classroom when class ends.

palkianightfire  asked:

Um I just found your blog and I'm fucking in love?????? Holy fucking shit idk your characters I'm sorry but I am immediately in love with the blue fluffy girl for the love of god I'm so dead but like in a good way I'm sorry lmao YOU'RE AMAZING I'M FOLLOWING FOR LIFE I'M SORRY I DIDN'T FIND YOU SOONER ILY BYE

[ omg this is really flattering asdfg it’s probably my bad for backing myself into a corner in the pokeask/daily community tbh//i’m really shy

But thank you! I apologize if I didn’t answer sooner, I’ve been having some pretty awful laptop errors, but logging on to nice messages always make me want to work on this blog even more!  It makes me feel like I’m not entirely wasting my time w/ it <3 I do have this sketch on hand though.]

BUCKY Barnes the type of man you ride with in the back seat of someone else’s car, even though the passenger side is open, because he likes to wrap an arm around ya waist and rub on ya titty beneath yo sweater. He likes to scoot all the way into the corner and neck you stupid while sliding his other hand up ya skirt to push yo panties aside, curling his fingers and machine-gunning into yo punaaaaaay!!

And because you’s a hoe for ya mans you open your legs wider…ya nasty hoe smh

@erisjade @kimistry27 @kissmyjasdaddy @magellan-88 @suz-123 @stars8melanin @bubbleboss17 @ivarthefuckboy @alex-ivar-minx @jazzytee @behindthesehazeleyes27 @nys30 @charliexowrite @this-kitty-has-claws

so i’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and taylor quite honestly helped me get to where i am. i was sexually assaulted during my sophomore year of high school by a classmate and i told nobody until two years after it happened. before i told my mother it happened, the only thing that got me through it was taylor’s music. i knew i had someone in my corner, i knew she had my back. even though i’d never been to a concert or met her or gotten her attention online, i knew she was there for me. and i know she is now, too. i would kill to go to a secret session, every fan would (and every fan deserves to). i’d love to listen to reputation early and hang out with her. i mainly wanna go to thank her though, especially because she had her own experience and held the guy accountable. i wasn’t able to do that. it took me two years to tell my own mom, i can’t imagine telling the world. and i’m grateful i chose her to look up to.

@taylorswift, i love you, thank you.

Two more weird things:

1. Thomas Connor’s clip ended but the script that pops up in the corner won’t leave. Well, it will if I walk away, but when I get in range again it’ll be back even though it’s not playing anymore.

2. Boris is cowering even though Bendy isn’t here. I wet and checked the stairwell but he isn’t here, I don’t know why Boris is cowering.

anonymous asked:

Single dad!Luke bringing his little girl to Disneyland where you work as Ariel, who is his daughter's favourite princess, so you see them a lot throughout the day and you eventually click with both

“It’s ARIEL!!!” You turn instinctively, even thought you’re off the clock, but without warning you feel something wrapping itself around your leg, startling you so you drop your coffee. 

“Hi,” you say, looking down. You find yourself starting into a familiar pair of bright blue eyes and blonde ringlets, the same angelic face that’s been following you around the park, you’re pretty sure. You feel your stomach lurch slightly, as you recall a certain, very tall, very blonde, very attractive father who’s probably nearby- 

“Hey, baby,” He rushes over now, prying her from your leg embarrassingly. “Come on, let’s get off Princess Ariel.” He swoops his daughter up into his arms and gives you a shy smile, his daughter wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning her head so the top of if lays against his scruffy cheek. He looks down and notices your coffee all over the floor, and his eyes widen. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. Please, allow me to buy you another.”

You try to bite back your smile, and look up at him through your eyelashes. “Alright,” you say softly. “But let’s get it under Y/N, instead of Ariel.”

“Alright,” he says with a small grin, “I’m Luke, by the way.” 

He gestures with his head for you to follow him, and as you fall into step with them, you watch his daughter put her lips to his ear before whispering, “Is Princess Ariel gonna be my new mommy?”

Luke sneaks a glance at you out of the corner of his eye, and attempts to whisper back to his daughter, even though you catch every word. “I don’t know yet, bub. But maybe, keep your fingers crossed for me.”

disney!5sos night with quiffedluke and featuringluke!!! send in requests or tag us in your blurbs!!

1.) I deleted your number but I’ll never forget the three six’s, three eight’s, and one four that it was composed of. And it scares me because I know I could easily call you– even while I’m drunk– and spill my insides onto you.
2.) The only time I believed I was beautiful was in your arms and I know that’s fucked up. Not only did I fall in love with you, I fell in love with myself a little bit when I truly never thought I would.
3.) I want to stop going through your Instagram and Twitter but I can’t. And it’s sick because I always scroll to the point when we were together and memories of each day flood my mind and I think I want to die.
4.) Your letters are still at the bottom of my drawer. I’m not strong enough to burn them and forget but I’m not strong enough to read them again and find the exact point where you started slipping through my fingers.
5.) I can’t walk around downtown without feeling your fingers intertwined with mine and I can’t stop picturing us together. We made all of our memories here and they’re like tar in my lungs every time I see that fucking café.
6.) Instead of avoiding my favorite t shirt that you marked with memories, I’ll wear it for a fucking week straight if it's what will make it burn less. I’ll make new memories– even if I can’t forget about your hands, at least the threads can.
7.) I remember I made a playlist for you and once you came back I was too scared to give it to you. It was full of love songs and I knew in my bones that you didn’t feel that way anymore. You stopped calling me baby and I still don’t know why.
8.) And at that, I can’t stop playing those songs you sent to me. Fuck, they all talk about a forever and I can’t stop crying over our broken, empty promises of a life together.
9.) The next time a boy asks me to dinner, I’ll go and stop telling myself that you're coming back. You’re not. I’ll go and try to stop thinking about you. Even though his smile may remind me of yours, I’ll still kiss him when he walks me to my front door.
10.) I need to stop waiting for the happiness that came with knowing you to come back. I am not to be pushed into your bedroom corner for when you might want me. You’ve given up on me, it’s time for me to do the same.
—  Getting over you has been a bitch, (h.b.)

Terry: I honestly think it’s because I’m still unsure about what occurred so many months ago.

Terry: When your friend is screaming and sobbing like an infant explaining in great details of your potential murder, you don’t just ignore that just because you think it might be best to.

Terry: But that’s what I’ve been doing…and it’s come to my attention, that this sense of sudden nostalgic reminiscent urges…are because of that event.

Terry: No. I-I don’t think I find Finnick appealing in a romantic way, in fact I’m positive. It’s just lately…there’s been this sinking feeling I should ask him something important. Not important
l-like a confession such as what you previously mentioned! C-Cause I have nothing to confess obviously. But the important thing to ask would be regarding that specific night.

Terry: We shut him out after all. Mainly because his sputtering sobs were beyond understanding. He didn’t get to explain the full story…but…I honestly don’t know what I should do, I somewhat want him to continue where he left off. But…it’s irrelevant now so why should I care? Why is it still coming back to me? Why do I want to find out more even though it’s obvious we weren’t killed in the first place!

Terry: …Right?

one direction // preference // a step too far
  • harry: the fight wasn't even over anything reasonable, but the stress of his work and the stress that his work brought onto you, had put an obvious tension between the two of you. he'd gotten home from a promotional meeting and during that time, rumors of him and another girl were flying around. you were beyond pissed off, even though usually you'd ignore the rumors, but something inside of you snapped. it didn't take long for the two of you to be screaming at each other, not really resolving anything until harry backed you into a corner, 'for the hundreth fucking time, don't fucking believe any of the shit those magazines come out with!' he said with an anger you'd never seen in him before. it had terrified you, and it was so obvious on your features. instantly harry fell silent, shaking his head as he hung his head, 'i'm so sorry.' he whispered before meeting with your eyes again and pulling you into a hug, 'that was so wrong of me to do. i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to scare you like that.'
  • zayn: he'd been grumpy and moody ever since the tour ending, and a huge part of you had just been blaming yourself for it. clearly he wasn't happy to be home with you. and it sucked. he hardly talked, and when he did it was short and snappy, usually with a bit of a growl. there'd even been a couple of times when you thought about just packing your bags and leaving him. so you did, you gathered your stuff into a suitcase and handbag before making your way downstairs and to the front door. zayn moved from the living room at the noise, eyes taking in the scene before he shook his head, 'what the fuck? you're leaving me? are you joking?' he snapped and finally you fought back. 'don't fucking start on me zayn! clearly you don't fucking want me here!' you yelled, tears spilling onto your cheeks. zayn pressed his lips together, balling his hands into fists as he stepped forwards and completely lost it, 'how dare you accuse me of not wanting you here! how fucking dare you!' you shrunk back as he yelled, cowering and shielding yourself from him, which immediately made him step back and rub his jaw, 'oh my god, shit.. shit i'm so sorry.'
  • louis: after he'd gone out with the boys and gotten rather drunk, even though it was supposed to be an night in for you two, you couldn't help but get angry. you'd gotten everything set up, a movie, made something for dinner, and bought him a little 14 months anniversary present, only for him not to turn up. he stumbled through the door smelling of alcohol, at around midnight, and you had fallen asleep on the couch. the sound of him making an absolute mess of the kitchen woke you up however, and you made your way towards the source of the noise. you crossed your arms over your chest as he caught sight of you, suddenly seeming to remember what he'd missed. 'shit babe i'm so sorry.' he said, although he had a grin on his face. you shook your head, promising yourself you wouldn't cry as you spoke, 'how could you?! we had planned this for weeks lou. fucking weeks. i was looking forwards to it and then you just don't fucking show up? you have every other night to spend with your friends, why couldn't you just spend it with me!' you were growing desperate, the words coming out loudly. louis shook his head, yelling right back, 'well fucking sorry!' he yelled before throwing his glass of water into the sink which made you jump. he paused as he realised he was the one in the wrong, turning to you with a soft sigh, 'god i'm such an idiot. fuck. babe, i'm so sorry.'
  • niall: it was the stupidest argument, the two of you debating about whether distance could work in a relationship, when it got a little more personal. you'd definitely been feeling as though there was a huge gap between you two - and it wasn't the distance between countries. as niall mumbled that distance doesn't effect anything, you furrowed your brow and raised your voice, 'are you fucking kidding?! you think that the distance between us whenever you go on tour hasn't hurt this relationship? do you fucking think that we're fine at the moment?' niall laughed bitterly before shaking his head, 'don't start fucking blaming me for this! don't you dare fucking start bashing my career because it's a little bit hard on you! toughen up for fucks sakes!' he yelled, hands on your upper arms as he shook you out of anger. you were absolutely terrified, never having seen niall like this seriously. sure you'd seen him get pissed off at other things, but he'd never gotten in your face like that. and instantly he regretted it, stepping back as he shook his head, 'oh my god.. i'm sorry.'
  • liam: you were sitting in the living room when he said a bit of a subtle comment, mentioning how you'd gotten a little too drunk on the weekend. immediately you snapped, sick of him holding this little grudge against you just because you'd gotten a little more drunk than planned. you turned around to him, furrowing your brow as you yelled, 'can you fucking drop it? how many times have you walked in this house, so fucked that you can't even see, so i have to take you to the bedroom and get you dressed!?' there was a moment of silence before liam laughed dryly and stood, making his way over to you. he pushed your shoulders back so you fell back against the sofa, before he poked his finger to your chest, 'how about you don't fucking talk to me like that. you were the idiot that i had to look after. you were so fucking embarrassing!' he yelled before he stopped and stepped back, covering his mouth in disgust at what he had done. you bit back tears as he sat on the coffee table, head in his hands as he apologised over and over again.
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anonymous asked:

Can you please do a one shot, where lucas and Riley are on a boat for their date and Lucas falls (but he's just acting ) and pretends he's drowning . So Riley gives him mouth to mouth , but Lucas starts kissing her back.

I am so sorry this took so long!! I hope you like it! 

Title: Don’t Rock the Boat

Note: This takes place when they are a bit older, probably around the time they are in college. 

“Are you insane?”

Riley gaped at the vessel in front of her, her mouth hanging open and her eyes widening ever so slightly. The sailboat rocked back and forth in the water, swaying in a way that Riley thought looked like a wave ‘hello.’

“What?” Lucas stepped onto the dock next to Riley, and she slowly turned to look at him. “Too much?”

Before she could answer, Lucas hopped onto the boat, and it swayed violently in protest. Once he was sure that it had settled, Lucas held out his hand for Riley to join him.

“Lucas, we’re having dinner on a boat!” Riley exclaimed, taking his hand and carefully stepping off the dock and onto the deck of the boat. It took her a moment to find her balance, but once she had, she was able to make her way to the table that Lucas had set up for the two of them. “Isn’t this going to cost you a fortune?”

The table was garnished with white rose petals, votive candles, and a beautiful purple and gold centerpiece that sparkled in the moonlight. Riley couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter inside her chest at the sight of it all.

“I called in a favor,” Lucas smirked, crossing behind Riley to pull out one of the chairs and gesturing for her to take a seat. “I do have other friends besides our tight little group you know - the kind of friends who own boats.”

Riley narrowed her eyes at him as he took a seat in the chair opposite hers.

“You mean your dad has the kind of friends who own boats,” Riley corrected him. Lucas couldn’t help but laugh at her ability to see right through him when he wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“Yeah,” Lucas admitted, picking up his napkin and placing it on his lap. “Pretty much.”

Riley and Lucas ate their salads, all the while gazing out at the water and discussing how jealous their friends were going to be that they got to have dinner on a sailboat - or how much Maya was going to make fun of them for having dinner on a sailboat. Once she had finished, Riley stood from her chair and crossed the deck to peer over the side to get a closer look at the water.

“It really is beautiful out here,” Riley admitted, leaning on the side of the boat and clasping her hands in front of her. Lucas stood from his own chair to take his place next to her. “There’s nothing like being out on the open sea… Even if we are still docked.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Lucas smiled, leaning in close and nudging her with his elbow.

“Are you kidding?” Riley took a step backwards, throwing her arms out to the side in an effort to gesture to everything around her. “The fresh air, the tingly feeling you get in your nose from the smell of the salt water, the candles, the flowers, the-”

As Riley continued to describe the atmosphere around her, she also continued to step backwards. A few more words, a few more steps. And then one more. And then another, until she was one step closer to the edge of the boat.

“Whoa, there,” Lucas rushed to her side, grabbing her wrist to stop her from falling backwards into the water. “Careful. You don’t want to fall in do you?”

“I don’t know,” Riley breathed. Lucas was so close to her. He had one hand on her wrist, and the other on the small of her back. If she wanted to, she could take a step closer and their lips would touch. Just one more step, she thought. “I have a feeling that you’d be pretty good at saving me.”

“What makes you think that?” Lucas whispered, leaning in even closer. Riley’s heart was beating so fast, she was sure that Lucas could hear it.

“Just a hunch.”

“And what about me?” Lucas’ eyes were so bright, so full of longing. When Lucas took that one last step closer to her, Riley thought her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. “Would you save me if I fell off the boat?”

“I think you already know the answer to that,” Riley closed her eyes, using all of her willpower to step around him and head back to the dinner table. “But let’s not give me the chance to try, okay?”

“Deal,” Lucas agreed, a bemused tone to his voice. “Okay, I have dinner all prepared. I just need to grab some pepper for the chicken… Oh, you know what, I think it’s in the bag I left on the dock.”

Lucas set the plates on the placemats sitting in front of them, and Riley quickly stood from her chair, ready to help however she could.

“I’ll get it,” Riley offered.

“No, no, you sit and relax,” Lucas placed a hand on Riley’s arm to gently guide her back into her chair. “I told you that I was making you dinner and that is exactly what I did - right down to the seasoning. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” Riley conceded, lowering herself back into her chair. “You know, I really am impressed,” Riley called out to Lucas as he made his way off the boat and back onto the dock. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you could pull it off. Farkle was sure that cooking was thing number 212 you couldn’t do. I said that he was probably mostly wrong, but - “

Before Riley could finish her sentence, she heard a giant splash coming from somewhere below the dock that stopped her in her tracks. She quickly pushed her chair back and prepared to investigate. 

“Lucas?” she called out, waiting a few seconds for him to respond. “Lucas is everything okay?”

When he didn’t answer, she stood from her chair and headed in the direction of the splash. Riley peered over the side of the boat, but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, so she decided to check the dock. Logically, she thought to look out into the water, where it would make sense for something - or someone - to make that loud of a splash. She didn’t think to look near the shore, underneath the dock. When she saw the dark figure lying cold and still at the edge of the shoreline, she hopped off the dock so fast she thought she was going to sprain her ankle.

“Oh my gosh, Lucas!” Riley panicked, dropping to her knees, and letting a shaky hand hover over Lucas’ still body.

Riley quickly ran through the CPR/rescue training basics she had learned from the class her parents made her take when she started babysitting Auggie. Tilt head back, lift chin, pinch nose, cover mouth with yours, give two breaths.

“I can do this,” Riley took a deep breath, titled Lucas’ head back, and covered his mouth with hers, just as she was trained to do. 

Just as she was preparing to give Lucas the two breaths he needed, she felt his lips pressing back firmly onto hers. Riley’s eyes went wide, and she staggered backwards, watching Lucas laugh hysterically at the shocked expression on her face.  

“Are you kidding me!” Riley yelled, her eyes blazing with anger. “Lucas, I thought you couldn’t breath!”

“Oh come on, Riles, I was just messing with you,” Lucas placed a hand on Riley’s shoulder but she quickly jerked it away and smacked Lucas on the back of the head.

“Ow!” Lucas clutched his head and Riley turned to walk in the opposite direction.

“You are such a jerk!” Riley called back to him as she stomped her way onto the dock and Lucas quickly ran to catch up with her. 

“Hey, Riley come on!” Lucas tried to grab her arm again, but this time she spun herself into him, coming just as close as they were before, and placing one angry finger on his chest.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Riley was fuming as she pushed Lucas backwards onto the dock. “Haven’t you learned anything from watching all those romantic comedies? The girl never finds the, “help me I’m drowning, but not really, I was just trying to be cute and get you to kiss me,” fake-out, endearing. Never! In fact, it gets most of their sorry behinds dumped!”

“Riley, I’m sorry,” Lucas placed a hand on her cheek, and when she tried to swat it away, he simply put his other hand on the other side of her cheek, ensuring that she was locked in on his gaze. “I was just trying to be funny, and I wasn’t. I’m so sorry.”

“It wasn’t funny,” Riley agreed, the anger slowly melting away the longer he held her face in his hands like that. “I was really worried, Lucas,”

“I know,” Lucas breathed. “ I shouldn’t have done that. It was stupid and I wasn’t thinking.”

“Completely stupid,” Riley placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned her forehead against his. “But I was pretty awesome, though, wasn’t I?”

Riley couldn’t help but smile at the memory of her heroic expedition off the dock, as she backed away from Lucas and headed back onto the boat.

“You were amazing!” Lucas met her smile as he followed close behind her. “You jumped off that dock so fast, I swear I saw lightning bolts shoot out of your feet.”

Riley turned to face Lucas and he grabbed her hands in his. 

“Plus,” Lucas began, but stopped short before he could finish his thought.

“Plus, what?” Riley pressed, nudging him lightly in the side to urge him to finish what he was going to say.

“Plus, now we know that you would definitely save me if it ever came down to it,” Lucas smirked, pulling Riley towards him and placing his hands on either side of her waist.

“You’re just lucky I’m not going to kill you for that stunt you just pulled,” Riley muttered, the corners of her lips pulling into the slightest smile.

“Fair enough.” 

With that, it was Lucas’ turn to meets his lips with hers, just as Riley had done only moments ago. To his relief, she didn’t push him away. And even though he knew he didn’t deserve it for rocking the boat the way he did, she kissed him back.