i just wanted to shoot luca

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It was a week after their classes’ Ski Lodge trip where Lucas and Riley had finally became official. Everything was falling in place and was starting to feel normal again. No more angst or unspoken feelings. There was just one thing that was weighing on both of their minds and that was a kiss.

They had only ever kissed once, it was on the subway for their first date way back in 7th grade. It was short and sweet which unfortunately set the tone for their relationship that year. Super sweet but short lived.

They were older now and actually together and they couldn’t help but wonder when the next one would happen. They hardly ever had alone time together.
Lucas for sure thought it was going to happen on the Ski trip but her parents and Uncle were around and all of their classmates. Every time they thought they were alone someone would pop up and ruin the moment.

Riley hoped it would happen that day when he walked her home, but as he leaned in to kiss her goodbye, her Uncle Josh opened the door and interjected the kiss with his hand between their faces. It was starting to get a bit ridiculous. She knew they meant well but she was 15 now and this was her first boyfriend, they knew this would happen eventually.

At school it wasn’t any better. They both assumed that now that they were a couple their friends would give them some space but that wasn’t the case at all. 

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Epilogue: Forever

Word Count: 1515

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Two weeks pass since her final day at school and Riley is back in her old New York apartment. She’d only been back in the country for the day and there were already boxes sprawled across her room, just like the day she left. 

It’s weird, to just ‘pick up where she left off’. Riley already knew she wouldn’t be able to slot into her old life like nothing happened. Even though on paper that’s essentially what she was doing. Same apartment, same school, same after school hang out spot, even most of the same friends. That misplaced feeling she had during her visit in Spring Break returns, the one Riley predicated she’d have until she readjusts. Strangeness aside she’s ultimately relieved to be back. 

It’s late - late for Riley at least - just after 10pm. Riley had briefly seen the two geniuses and Zay when she arrived. Of course Maya was there too but she stayed long after their other friends left. The blonde practically handcuffed herself to the brunette the moment she landed. Riley quickly became overwhelmed with the new-old life change and during dinner Riley delicately tried to hint at Maya to leave so she could have a moment alone to process things. Too excited to have her best friend back Maya wasn’t catching on but luckily Topanga picked up on it and suggested that Riley gets an early nights sleep. Alone. Making light of it of course Topanga tells the very pouty blonde that she has nothing to worry about because Riley was back and they had forever to spend with each other. 

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fic prompt 💓 riley + lucas saying "i'm afraid that one day you'll realize that you could do so much better than me"

Words: 2,855 words 
A/N: Here you go, Anon! I kinda got carried away but I hope you like it! 
Warning: Mentions of underage drinking. 


“Riley, you should probably get here now,” Zay tells her at the other end of the line, voice slightly muffled.

Riley props herself up from her sleeping position, rubbing her eyes as she presses her phone to her ear. A glance at the digital clock on her night stand makes her eyes go wide.

“Zay, it’s a quarter past midnight. I have a test tomorrow. I cannot be at a party,” she grumbles. “Not only will my parents kill me if they don’t see me in bed, but I will -”

“It’s Lucas, Riley,” Zay cuts her off, and the moment he does, her heart sinks.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she stubbornly insists, pouting as the fight she had with Lucas earlier that day flashes through her mind.

There is silence on the other end of the line and if it were not for the music that is playing at wherever Zay and Lucas are at, Riley would have thought that her friend had hung up.

After a beat, Zay softly says, “He needs you, Riley.”

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some people believe in love at first sight. some people say it takes a lifetime. for maya hart it takes five years. // or the stages of falling in love with lucas friar

lucaya oneshot. title from send me the moon by sara bareilles

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Finished filming Director Luca Guadagnino and actor Armie Hammer about the power of sensuality, ugly beauty and sex in front of cameras

The Italian director Luca Guadagnino is a master of emotional, intimate theatre like ‘I Am Love’ (with Tilda Swinton) and ‘A Bigger Splash’ (with Ralph Fiennes) that unsettle and charm with their intensity. Armie Hammer rather drew attention with his complex interpretations of discrete roles, not at last with the Winklevoss twins in ‘The Social Network’. Now Luca Guadagnino assigned him with the role of Oliver, a young American that gets tangled in an armour fou (intense love affair, in his screen adaption of André Aciman’s novel ‘Call me by your name’ (Berlinale 2017/Sundance Festival).

For the VOGUE-talk they met in the Palazzo Albergoni in the Lombardy, a century old villa that is the home of an American professor, his Italian wife and their 17 year old son Elio in the movie. Oliver is a guest in their villa and like Armie Hammer he was changed by his Italian experiences.


Armie Hammer: We already talked about the fact that the atmosphere of the movie is supposed to be relaxed and loose. Thanks to you this is also true behind the camera. And that despite the hard circumstances, especially the rainfall.

Luca Guadagnino: That happens without me having to think about it. I love having guests. And this movie is about someone that is a guest. Many things in human relationships can’t be controlled but some things can be alleviated. The shooting is a hectic process full of conflicts that are related to personal discomfort. Shooting A Bigger Splash was all about it. This time I wanted to avoid such tensions. But there is always an inner tension that builds up during shooting and is related to the contents of the movie. I try to redirect the intensities between my colleagues into the movie. Especially the cultural differences between Italiens, French and American has to be channelled.

—– PROFILES —–

Name: Luca Guadagnino
Job: movie, documentary and opera director
Life: Born 1971 in Palermo. Childhood in Ethiopia. Study of film history in Rome, thesis about Jonathan Demme. After first short and fictional movies were ‘I Am Love’ (2009) and ‘A Bigger Splash’ (2015) internationally successful. 2013 he introduced the documentary ‘Bertolucci on Bertolucci’. Since 2013 his creative agency is producing fictional and fashion movies and supervises fashion campaigns. 2012 debut as opera director with ‘Falstaff’ in Verona.
Privately: Lives in Crema, Italy.

Name: Armie Hammer
Job: Actor
Life: Born 1986 in Los Angeles. Childhood in Dallas and on the Cayman Islands. Dropped out of high school in Los Angeles to start his acting career. First roles in TV-shows. 2008 main role in ‘Billy: The Early Years’. 2010 ‘The Social Network’. 2011 co-star to Leonardo DiCaprio in ‘J.Edgar’. 2013 main role in ‘The Lone Ranger’. Bought the movie rights for the story of the drug lord La Barbie.
Privately: Married to the actress Elizabeth Chambers. One daughter.

Armie Hammer: Your movies always play in Italy despite international cast?

Luca Guadagnino: It is easier to organise. But I don’t plan it. To tell the truth I hope this is the last movie shot in Italy for a long while. By the way I always wanted to work with you and ‘Call Me By Your Name’ was the moment to ask you. The international cast wasn’t planned, developed naturally. I would never as a European director cast an American for a reason that isn’t part of history.

Armie Hammer: I love this shooting experience and the life here. Crema, where we live, is the most pittoresk town that I can imagine. Nobody speaks English. That is completely new for me as an American who usually gets through with this. I dive into a new world 24 hours a day. And it is an analog experience. My smartphone is turned off most of the time alone because of the time difference. This isolation makes it easy to concentrate on the project. I feel like I landed in a different universe.

Luca Guadagnino: Really? You don’t know this way of shooting?

Armie Hammer: Absolutely not. I never worked with a director with where I instantly felt like we fit. I just walked into this world where everything is lovely, the colleagues, you, this villa.

Luca Guadagnino: But isn’t it always like that? I’m curious now.

Armie Hammer: You make me feel like we are equal. There’s no hierarchy here where the director is like the god where me as an actor is located beneath after the author, the producer and so on.

Luca Guadagnino: So that’s how it’s usually?

Armie Hammer: Yes, especially with projects with a gigantic budget and big studio. You are only the actor there who has to fit into the designated mould.

Luca Guadagnino: As a director I always feel like a kid that still has many years until the graduation. I still have much to explore and discover. I don’t only want to get a concept of the fictional characters but also of the actors. This attitude is probably because of the postwar movies and exploded in the 70s. With directors like Scorsese and Coppola the line between actors, characters and story blurred. I wonder how I can realise a bigger movie with this attitude, an action movie for example.

Armie Hammer: Like ‘French Connection’?

Luca Guadagnino: Absolutely. As a spectator you get completely absorbed into the lives of the cops played by Gene Hackman and Roy Scheider. You feel the risk that they and the director take. The movie is a phenomenal adrenaline ride. Something like this is a huge inspiration. I’m not very interested in fiction. I hate the man-made, constructed, polished way of it. I want to find out something while filming, I want to, how do they say?

Armie Hammer: Be a midwife?

Luca Guadagnino: Exactly. I am a delivery nurse. And my new interpretation of ‘Suspiria’ is gonna be as personal as ‘Call Me By Your Name’. I always felt I wanted to shoot this movie again. I want to honour the feeling that the movie caused me when I was ten. I hope that it will shock the audience.

Armie Hammer: That is an interesting idea to make a movie for the sole purpose to make the audience feel what you once did.

Luca Guadagnino: Just like I will hopefully convince the audience with our that it doesn’t matter who they fall in love with.

Armie Hammer: That they can fall in love with anyone?

Luca Guadagnino: I love the impossible and hate the possible. When I suspect that something unreachable can be realised I get really enthusiastic.

Armie Hammer: The novel from André Aciman, which inspired our movie, is also a challenge. It is narrated in its own perspective. You are completely in Elio’s head. You hear his doubts see the scenes painted by him. But the screen adaption is more the study of two people who overcome all kinds of obstacles and fears.

Luca Guadagnino: A face can tell a lot about what’s going on inside. And when you have fantastic actors then you build an emotional world that gets tangible while watching.

Armie Hammer: Normally I research for a movie for months and read everything what I can get my hands on. But for the information that I needed for the role of Oliver Aciman’s nove is not the perfect source. Instead I tried to find out what it meant to grow up in the 70s and 80s. And I got acquainted with the Jewish identity that is important for my role. But mostly I tried to understand the tone of the movie. My character is curious, sensual and open for everything that he encounters. No matter if it’s a glass of peach juice, Elio or the young Chiara. To understand that was a big part of the preparation.

Luca Guadagnino: The movie doesn’t portray Oliver like for example ‘Malèna’ by Giuseppe Tornatore was directed - as a pretty woman you stare at. That he is a good looking man was always an ironic detail for me. All characters are beautiful but not because of their physical appearance but because we gaze into their heart and soul. What is important is the emotional process that Elio undergoes and that we can see in his look. How does he deal with his crush? Does he make more out of it?

Armie Hammer: I noticed there’s not a single vanity shot in this movie where it’s about the best angle with the most flattering sun light that stages the face. But still every single shot is gorgeous in all your movies. They are incredibly cautious and subtle.

Luca Guadagnino: I’m interested in sensuousness not beauty. When I hear the word beauty I cock my gun. For me it’s about how those people submit to the sensuousness at last. In the end you can’t turn down an erotic challenge. Another impossibility that I think about constantly.

Armie Hammer: Water is a sensuous element in this movie.

Luca Guadagnino: And that while I can’t swim. When I go into the water I drown. I hate the sea, I hate the heat, the humidity, the people around me, I don’t want to present myself naked. Pantelleria was also disgusting for me while shooting ‘A Bigger Splash’.

Armie Hammer: Well, this is funny: We spend a good part of the movie in the water and that while you hate it!

Luca Guadagnino: It is about the meaning in the movie just like with the sex scenes. Technically they’re without meaning if they’re not about the dialogue between two people.

Armie Hammer: If you believe it or not I had my first sex scene in ‘Call Me By Your Name’!

Luca Guadagnino: Wait, you never did this before?

Armie Hammer: No! But you and the crew dealt with it like it would be nothing special, just another scene. And as soon as it is “Cut!” you look up and come out of the fog: there’s the boom operator, there’s the camera man and they just do their job. I wish I could fill this feeling in bottles, the feelings before and after the scene. I would need weeks to explain the difference. Anyway it doesn’t feel like anything special to me anymore either.

Luca Guadagnino: You made it emotionally completely believable. That was fantastic. Actors are in a very fragile position.

Armie Hammer: We are incredibly exposed alone because the whole crew is there.

Luca Guadagnino: The actor gives the director a credit of trust. And then the movie goes out into the world.

Armie Hammer: But that is why I became an actor.

Luca Guadagnino: And when will you become a director?

Armie Hammer: I’ll probably never write my own script. I don’t have the concentration to sit down for months. I’d really like to direct a movie though. But when I see how fluent and effortless the process is for someone like you then I tell myself I’ll never be able to do this.

Luca Guadagnino: In your opinion, what does it mean to be a director? You already worked with the best.

Armie Hammer: Well, it’s about reconcile everyone involved and always keep the outline in mind. I don’t have a single clue what processes are happening in a director, it’s all going on inside. And it’s so fast I tell myself if I ask a question now I only hinder everything. But there are directors that approach things completely different and think at every shot out loud where the camera should be placed.

Luca Guadagnino: Do you like that better?

Armie Hammer: Sure. No one is as close to the camera as the actor. And when the director walks over to start a talk with the cameraman I sure do listen closely. I always knew I wanted to make movies. As a child I went to the cinema on weekends and watched everything that was on the program. I had no idea what a director or producer does so the next thing was to become an actor.

Luca Guadagnino: To direct means to be an outcast. You have to ready yourself for a journey that’s deep and dark.

Armie Hammer: What’s the reason for that? Where does this alienation come from?

Luca Guadagnino: I thought about what I like today. While growing up I loved directors whose movies were strong, compromising and hard to take. Their movies had no success at the beginning but became legends later: Stanley Kubrick for example, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Michael Powell, Federico Fellini. Under this circumstances I can’t make a Hollywood movie. You are dead before you receive a second chance. So: I like directors that do what they want and address my desires. It’s scary but I also always get what I want. I was in love with Ralph Fiennes, his photos hung on my wall. And then he played in ‘A Bigger Splash’. It is important to get what you really want. I really need to own and desire the actors that star in my movies.

Armie Hammer: Was it the same with me?

Luca Guadagnino: When I saw ‘The Social Network’: Yes, the movie is brilliant, the script is great, Jesse Eisenberg plays Mark Zuckerberg fantastically - but who the hell are the Winklevoss twins? There was something about you that I wanted to bring in front of the cameras.

Armie Hammer: And we did it.

Luca Guadagnino: My next goal is to find your dark side. Do you see yourself as an actor as a seducer or as seduced? I always hear that actors are seductive. But as a director I have to say that sometimes they get seduced and then left alone.

Armie Hammer: Who isn’t involved in the origination process romanticises actors. It would be really great if I would get surrounded with scripts. But the sad truth is that there are so little good directors and great scripts that everyone wants a role as soon as a good movie appears on the market. I feel more like a boxer in the fight for a chance. Sure there are colleagues that get all the fantastical commissions automatically…

Luca Guadagnino: … but you don’t even want that.

Armie Hammer: But you seduced me and it was definitely worth it. The filming with you has left as big an impression in my personal life as in my professional.

Luca Guadagnino: It’s irrelevant how many movies an actor shoots per year. It’s about giving an emotional iconic performance. And you did that. That’s how Film history works. That’s how I see it and I’m film historian.

Armie Hammer: You know more about movies than anyone else. And partly that’s the reason why you make such beautiful movies. On the other hand you gaze so interestingly at things, at everything, whatever it may be. Your opinion is always cultivated, considered carefully.

Luca Guadagnino: There are so many practical problems while filming it’s overwhelming. You have to work with every single shot and then the total out of it.

Armie Hammer: I worked with directors that said, no the trees have to be planted differently.

Luca Guadagnino: It’s crazy! That’s how I thought about it when I was 17. You shoot in a garden where everything gets redesigned. But that’s not how it works.

Armie Hammer: I know other directors that like midwifes let things take their way.

Luca Guadagnino: There we come to the masters of the subject. They didn’t close the door to reality, how Jean Renoir once said.

The talk was moderated by Ingeborg Harms 
Photo by Peter Rigaud
Original text published in VOGUE GERMANY, January 2017 issue, translated from German into English by Nici Jones. 

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TaneTane Island

Hey! Wow, I’m horrible and I made more music. This one’s about Lucas’ trippy adventure through Tanetane. I played with the pronunciation of “tanetane” to work with my rhythm/rhyme scheme- I know that’s not how it’s canonically pronounced! 

I really wanted the vocals to sound organic, but I just don’t have the voice for it. If anyone wants to take a crack at playing with the vocals, I’d be glad to send a copy of the instrumental.

LYRICS UNDER THE CUT:

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Summary: You’re part of the Avengers team, but that doesn’t mean you get treated the same by everyone. Your relationship with Bucky is playful, but as your past comes back to haunt you, things might change.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~2400 (WHOOPS -  told you longer chapters were coming)

Warnings: ANGST. Mentions of blood/injury, murder, & torture (not detailed, but it’s explained what was done to the character). And as always, language. 

A/N: Yay for flashbacks! Yay for backstory! (Seriously, this entire part is all backstory/flashback). Hope it’s still enjoyable! :D

Tags: @hymnofthevalkyries @xenaathena @andhiseyesweregreen @the-hidden-seeker @lilasiannerd @pandarosita @heismyhunter @hellomissmabel @skeletoresinthebasement @the-freakin-cookie-monster @ailynalonso15 @your-puddin @colouredwater @clairefxkingtemple @feelmyroarrrr @barnesfuckedmeup @quicksilverbells @hugsnpugs1 @buckybarnesisalittleshit

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Burgerbrug, Netherlands, 2 years ago

When your phone rang, you knew that something had gone wrong.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Y/N. It’s raining outside, so I would wear your rain boots,” your father’s voice came through the speaker. He sounded tired, and hurt. The call ended immediately after he finished speaking.

You bolted toward the front door, tossing on your hoodie and grabbing your backpack. Running over to your neighbor’s barn, you opened the door, revealing the truck parked inside. You started it up, and the moment it did you were accelerating out of the barn.

“Please be okay, please be okay,” you repeated to yourself. You were used to your parents coming back a bit scuffed up, practically growing up always seeing at least one of them with some sort of bruise or bandage. But if this mission had gotten out of hand to the point where you had to evacuate, you knew things were bad. You zipped open the backpack, pulling out the gun, tucking it into your waistband. Your mother always taught you to be prepared.

Your heartbeat did not slow, even when you pulled into the town, parking the truck in front of the bakery. You pulled up the hood on your jacket, and walked inside the bakery.

“Wonderful weather, isn’t it?” the man at the counter asked you as you stepped up.

“I decided to wear my rainboots, just in case,” you replied. The man’s smile faded, and the partition opened, and you stepped inside, practically running to the back room.

Your heartbeat did not slow, even when you reached the back room and knocked four times. You only calmed when the door opened, revealing your mother.

“Are you okay?” you asked her as you stepped inside. Your mother locked the door behind her, and pulled you into a hug.

“Zoet,” she sighed. “I’m glad you’re safe. I’m okay. Your father’s been shot.”

You pulled out of your mother’s embrace, walking over to your father, who was sitting in a chair, his hand pressed tightly to his shoulder.

“Papa,” you said in relief. “How could you let yourself get shot? I thought you were faster than lightning.”

“Not today, it seems,” your father joked. “I’ll be all right. But we need to move. They’re after us – the files.”

“We barely got out of there. The only reason we did is we put an electrical grid behind us that delayed them for a few seconds,” your mother told you. “Just another time your father’s inventions have saved us.”

“Let’s not get in a situation where we need to have that happen again,” your father said, coming to a stand. “We need to leave.”

You nodded, and wrapped your arm around your father’s waist, letting your mother lead the way down into the tunnels. You walked for a while, supporting your father’s weight. He grew weaker as you progressed, the bandage only doing so much to stop the bleeding.

“How much further?” you asked.

“A mile. Hold on, Lucas,” your mother responded. You heard your father chuckle lightly.

“I’m not going to leave my girls,” he replied.

Eventually, you reached the exit to the tunnels. You helped your mother pry the cover off it, revealing the street above. Your mother went first, and the two of you helped push your father up, and then you came up the ladder, closing the cover again.

“What took you so long?” a familiar voice asked you. You looked up, seeing Q, an old friend of your parents. He was the one to bring you your escape vehicle, as well as your new paperwork and records.

“The usual complications,” your father responded. “Thank you, Q.”

Q waved a hand. “Anything for a friend.”

Before any of you could say anything, a shot rang out, and Q dropped to the ground, a bullet wound in the middle of his forehead.

“Get down!” your mother yelled, pushing you and your father to the floor. She reached into the truck, pulling out a rifle. You pulled out your pistol, and you made sure your father was armed, too.

“Which direction?” you asked.

“East,” your mother said. “Probably from the church roof. The shooter will have moved by now.”

You heard the squealing of tires pulling up to your location, and you knew there were multiple vehicles. This was going to be a shootout, and you knew this wouldn’t be easy.

         “Rebecca, Lucas, Y/N, we don’t wish to harm you,” you heard Kent shout. No doubt he was waiting for one of you to show yourself so he could shoot you. Or worse. “We just want those files. Give us those, and we’ll leave.”

         “You know you can’t open them without us,” your mother replied. “Don’t act like you aren’t going to kill us once you get them.”

         “Hmm. Well, you’re right, I will – but I won’t enjoy it as much as I normally would.”

         Gunfire rang out, and you took the shots you could. You were able to take out 3, and you noticed your mother took out 6. But more poured in, and you only had so much ammo.

         “Y/N,” your mother called out. She was leaning against the truck, by your father. She was clutching her arm, having been grazed by a bullet. “We’re not getting out of here.”

         You fired off the rest of your shots, and fell back down, looking at your parents. Your father was growing paler by the minute, and all three of you were tired.

         “Okay,” you said, dropping your gun. Your mother shook her head, and handed you the pistol your father had been holding.

         “No. You can still get out of here. Take the truck and leave. We’ll stay here. It’s us they really want. You know we won’t give them the info,” your mother told you. “Y/N, please, get out of here while you can. Stay safe, zoet.”

         “Mama, please. Don’t make me do this,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes. You knew this is what you had to do – HYDRA only would use you against your parents. It was foolish to stay behind and let them get the three of you.

         You slowly got into the truck, crouching down, looking up into the side mirrors to see what was going on. You knew you couldn’t get out now if you tried – they needed to thin out, first. You watched as your mother surrendered to them, and was grabbed and forced to the ground. Your father was dragged out, and both of them were roughly shoved into an armored vehicle.

         “Where are you, Y/N?” Kent called out. “Don’t think that we don’t have a use for you.”

         You watched as one of the goons approached the truck you were in, the others searching the remaining vehicles in the area. You waited until the HYDRA agent was just to the passenger window before kicking it out and kicking him in the process.

         Starting the truck, you threw it into drive and started speeding away. But an armored vehicle sped into your path, and you swerved to avoid it. Unfortunately, you couldn’t change direction in time to avoid the other car, and you crashed into it. You tried to pull away, but the door was ripped open, and you were dragged in front of Kent.

         “Y/N,” Kent sighed. “I do wish you wouldn’t struggle.”

         “Fuck you,” you spat.

         “I’d learn to watch your mouth,” he replied, and knocked you out.

~*~*~*

         When you woke up, your head was pounding, and it took your eyes a while to adjust to the darkness around you. You were tied down to a chair, and confined in a cell. You immediately noticed it wasn’t electronic, so that meant a power surge wouldn’t help you. It was either breaking the lock or finding the key. That was, if you were able to get out of the metal restraints you were in. It would mean breaking your wrist. But if that was what it would take, you’d do it.

         “Y/N?” you heard faintly. You looked to your right, seeing your mother in the cell next to you. She was on the ground, her face swollen, her body bruised and bleeding.

         “Mama?” you gasped. “What… what did they do to you?”

         “I’m all right, zoet,” your mother wheezed out. “They come every 6 hours. But now that you’re awake, they may come again.”

         “Where’s papa?”

         Your mother was silent for a moment. “I… I think he is still downstairs. Being patched up so that they can hurt him more.”

         “We’ll get out of here,” you told her. “They’ll send someone to rescue us.”

         “I wait for the day they try,” you heard Kent say. He was dragging in your father, a gun trained to his head. “But in the event they do come for you, I can’t have the three of you rescued at once. No, that would be too big of a victory for them, you see, and they’ll think I’ve gone soft. And I can’t have that.”

         Suddenly, the gun was pointed at your mother. You barely had time to open your mouth to scream when Kent pulled the trigger. Your father began fighting back, and Kent fired off one round into his stomach, the second into his throat. He stepped away, and your father’s body fell to the ground.

         “I’ll kill you!” you screamed. “You bastard!”

         Kent laughed, and stepped into your cell. You nearly vomited at the sight of your father’s blood on his collar.

         “Oh, Y/N,” he sighed. “I plan to kill you first.”

~~~

         You were tortured every day for 243 days. To varying degrees, of course, depending on who it was assigned to you. There were some who were easier, whom you could handle. Others were harder. But the worst was Kent. Because every time you saw him, you couldn’t help but see the bodies of your parents. You couldn’t help but replay the sounds of the gunshots that ended their lives 10 feet in front of you.

Kent needed you, that you knew. He couldn’t access the files he wanted without you alive. It was your insurance. No matter what he did to you, you knew he wouldn’t kill you. At least not until he got what he wanted.

         You didn’t relent. Not when you were punched, kicked, drowned, cut, electrocuted, burned, starved, force-fed, choked, or left in near-freezing water for as long as your body could stand. But as much as your body could take, your mind could only take so much. You became apathetic, distant. It was as if you were a passenger in your own body. It was how you had gone so long without giving him the info he was torturing you to receive.

         When it was an easier day, just your standard beating, you heard the alarm sound. Surely this was a dream. Besides, even if the alarm went off, that didn’t mean anything. It could be a test, or the arrival of a particularly dangerous individual, anything but a rescue for you. After all, if they had taken this long, why now?

         The HYDRA agent beating you continued his work, yelling for someone else to go investigate. It wasn’t long until you heard commotion outside the room you were being kept in. The agent paused only when the door slammed open, and a flying object came straight to his face, knocking him across the room.

         “Y/N L/N?” a man asked you. He was wearing a red, white, and blue uniform, and a helmet covered the top half of his face. Captain America was sent to rescue you? You had to remember that time had passed since you were captured, and he was probably involved in more missions now.

         You nodded slowly.

         “I’m here to get you out of here,” he said, running up behind you, easily snapping your restraints. “Can you walk?”

         “Yeah,” you replied, coming to a stand. But it turns out you were weaker than you thought, as when you took a step forward, you fell. You were caught before you hit the ground, however. Captain America retrieved his shield, placing it on his back before picking you up in his arms, beginning to run with you out of there. Gunshots rang out, and he moved back behind cover, setting you down.

         “Buck, I could use a little backup here,” you heard him radio in. Immediately after, you heard groans of pain and sounds of a fight.

         “I’m always looking after you, Steve,” you heard a voice say. Suddenly, there was another man in front of you, a face you also recognized – but for another reason.

         “You—” you began. You watched as the Winter Soldier rolled his eyes.

         “I don’t do that anymore. You missed out on some important stuff while you were here,” he replied. “I’m on their side, now. I’m Bucky, Y/N.”

         You opened your mouth to reply, but the world around you swirled as you felt the repercussions of standing for so long. Bucky picked you up easily, and once Captain America checked that the coast was clear, ran with you outside to the quinjet. You were placed on a stretcher, and immediately after the hatch closed, the quinjet took off.

         A man in a familiar red and gold armored suit stepped up to you, extending a hand.

         “Tony Stark, Iron Man.” he said. You reached over with your right wrist, despite the fact he was extending his right one, too.

         “Y/N, broken wrist,” you replied.

         He reached up, tapping the side of his glasses. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., scan Y/N here for injuries.”

         “Concussion, lacerations to her entire body, bruising of varying degree, 2nd degree burns, dislocated right shoulder, broken wrist, 3 broken ribs, torn ligaments in left knee, sprained left ankle. She is also malnourished and her vitals indicate a severe lack of sleep and extreme levels of stress,” a voice rang out.

         Tony let out a small cough. “Sorry. You’re a real tough cookie, kid.”

         “Where are we headed?” you asked.

         “New York,” you heard Captain America reply. “It’s where we have the best team of medical staff and supplies to help you. And it’s the safest. The man who kidnapped you is still out there. We can protect you back in New York. You’re with some of the most trained individuals, Y/N.”

         You nodded slowly. You knew that even if you had an entire army by your side, you would never feel truly safe until he was dead. Until you killed him.

Things I love about the Great Comet

-Dolokhov the mom friend
-literally everything about Hélène
-Grumpy old man Pierre even though he’s younger than half of them
-it’s a rave of a musical but with Tolstoy
-all the music is just so good? Like how?.
-everyone falls in love with Natasha after 2 seconds except Old Prince Bolkonsky and Dolokhov
-Sonya & Natasha mimicking Marya in Moscow
-Dolokhov is ready to kick anyones ass at any moment
-Marya is also ready to kick anyones ass at any moment
-“No I am enjoying myself at home this evening”
-the scream after Dolokhov shoots in the Duel (I think it’s Hélène?)
-Andrey is in it for two seconds. That’s it
-THE COSTUMES
-the extreme use of third person narration
-Sonya just wants everyone to be happy
-Pierre is so sweet in Pierre & Natasha
-the increasingly panicked “What” in A Call to Pierre
-Lucas Steele hitting that last note in Pierre & Anatole like damn

The Misfits

Prompt: Six students, of different stereotypes, are sentenced to Saturday detention which happens to land on a very important day for each of them. While their reasons for being there are up in the air, and they might start off on the wrong foot, they all eventually find out there’s more to each person than they thought.

A/N: It’s a long chapter. I hope you like.

Word Count: 3,693

Other Parts: | Part 1 | Part 2 |


Part 3- Separation

Maya considered following her, but she knew that Riley wanted to be alone. She needed time, and the blonde believed that maybe she did too.

She stared at the blank lines on the piece of notebook paper she had gotten out. Who was she? Who was Maya Hart? She didn’t know. The essay was stupid. How could a sixteen year old possibly know who they are? They weren’t even adults yet, much less with jobs. Who could determine the person they were going to be? She was unsure about how she was going to be able to complete the assignment. She could not do it, but then risk being back in the same position next week.

She could write about herself now? But who wants to read her story? She’s a trouble maker, a rebel who tags walls all over the city in the middle of the night to get her message out there, an enforcer. Some people are inspired by her work, and others think she’s an insane person. All she desires is to make a difference, but how could the person she is right now make a difference in the world. People don’t listen to her, other than her mother, but she’s a caring woman who loves her daughter. Maya would have said her father, but he decided to drop off the face of the earth, so he listens to no one.

She thought about a place in the school where she could gain perspective, as well as kill time. “You know,” Smackle began speaking, “Mr. Jackson keeps the art room unlocked, even on the weekends.” The blonde smirked at the lady genius, who wasn’t even looking at her, before gathering her things and heading out the door.


He dribbled the ball down the court, Zay blocking him from shooting in the process. Two feet from the three pointer line he faked left, turning back around and took a shot at the hoop, thinking he was going to miss. Once the basket was made, a smile broke out on his face and his step-brother shook his head. Two games and he had won both times. Zay had that look, and Lucas knew he was about to go into a conversation he didn’t want to talk about. “You don’t have to say it, Zay.”

“Man, I know I’m your brother and all, and I’m supposed to be on your side about things, but why? Why attempt to get a rise out of people?” He had a point, but Lucas kept quiet. He knew why he was ass to people, but he wasn’t ready to admit it aloud. “You do realize that attempting to get a rise out of people is what landed us in here in the first place?” Yeah, he was correct again.

He didn’t understand his actions fully. His mother taught him better, and he knew that. He just had a problem speaking before he thought about what he was saying. “Can we not right now?” He wiped the sweat off his forehead. “I just want to shoot some hoops.”

Zay gave him a long hard look, and Lucas knew that this conversation was far from over, but he wanted to avoid it until later. “Okay, but you can you can shoot without me. I’m going to grab my bag out of the locker room.” He made his way down the steps to the underground.

Lucas sighed, and considered dropping the ball to go talk to him, but he stood on the three-pointer line, taking a few more shots before deciding the game was boring without his brother there. He tossed the ball to the side, heading to his locker, but his academic locker where he kept his books. He always kept an extra t-shirt in there just in case he needed one for what ever reasons. He needed to change, and then he would go talk to Zay.

Lucas wasn’t sure why he knocked on every blue and red metal door, but he did, as well as fiddle with the locks. Once he found 247, he opened it to search for his shirt, which he found under his pile of books that he should have been taking home with him to study.

He took a glance at the ink covered gift the little blonde gave him earlier. She had some fire, that one. Even he had to swallow hard as her blue eyes had bore so intently in his soul. She probably would have incinerated him earlier, if she had the power to. She might have started to get annoying, but he kind of like the nicknames, even though she was making fun of him. Maya reminded him of someone back in Texas, which made being around her all more difficult.

He looked to both sides of the hall before discarding the shirt he was wearing, and just as he threw it into the locker, he caught sight of blonde hair in his peripheral vision.


Riley had fiddled with the lock to the band room several times, before she sighed in defeat. She sat on the floor in the chorus room, her back against the door, which linked to the room filled with instruments. What was she supposed to do now?

Her eyes flickered to the piano sitting in the middle of the room. Of course that would be the only instrument in here. With choral students, the piano accompanied them the most during their performances. She stood up and made her way over to sit down on the black bench and opened the case. She took a deep breath as she thought of the keys to her song, and she began to play the simple tune. She knew how to play the piano a little bit, but she wasn’t as natural at it as she was at the violin, but she made it work for now.

She lost track of how much time she’d been playing, and writing down different keys on her paper, before she noticed a figure by the door. At first she thought is was Maya, but that changed once he appeared next to the piano. “How did you know to find me in here?” She asked, before she realized that was a stupid question.

He placed his hand on the smooth black surface. “Just because we’re not close friends anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t know who you are, Riley.” He motioned to the open spot next to her. “Mind if I sit?” She thought about it, and scooted over slightly for him to take a seat. His eyes examined her paper.

She stared at his face in awe. There was a thought biting at her in the back of her mind, but she couldn’t seem to reach it. Instead the next words came out of her mouth without even thinking. “I’m sorry for telling Lucas your nickname.”

The corner of his mouth twitched a bit. “It’s okay. It was back in middle school. Doesn’t mean anything now,” he rubbed his finger on one of the black keys. “I shouldn’t have brought up Goodie-Two-Shoes, I know you hate that name. That was a dick move.”

“That name,” she shook her head. “It makes me feel like I’m dumb like I’m so oblivious to the world around me.”

“But you’re not,” she looked at him while he spoke. “Don’t get me wrong, you are good, but you’re not so good, that you look at everything innocently like a child. If anything, you’re more aware to what goes on in the world. Plus you’re really smart. Anybody who is up for a scholarship to Juilliard is definitely not considered dumb.”

His response shocked her. “You know about that?”

He shrugged. “I know that you have a concert tonight, and two representatives will be attending,” he glanced at her. “I’m sorry that Maya forgot.”

She looked away. “I can’t believe she did. The concert is all I’ve talked about for the last couple of months. How could it have slipped her mind?”

“Well I don’t mean to sound rude, but all of that smoke she’s been inhaling might have fogged her memory,” he stated. It made sense. Maya had a problem and she was aware of it, but did nothing to solve it, no matter how many times the brunette had mentioned she didn’t approve of her coping methods. “I don’t get it. How did Maya go from this really happy person to a complete stranger?”

Riley fiddled with the end of her jacket. “When her dad left last year, it was really difficult for her.” His eyes widened, telling her that he must not have known about the situation. “She didn’t talk to me about it for a while, but she couldn’t sleep in her own room for the longest time, so she stayed with me. She went through this mini depression and she found a result in cigarettes and … other drugs …” she sucked in her cheek. She didn’t realized how difficult it was to talk about, even though it wasn’t her own personal situation. “She also found this group of friends, not close friends, but ‘art’ buddies that got her into tagging building for fun. I mean, what they’re doing is inspiring, because their motives to make the world a better place is what we need to hear and to see, but it’s illegal and she could go to jail for that. And I’d hate to see her behind bars just because she’s using her incredible talent for those purposes.”

Farkle said nothing for a while. The thought that had been tugging at the back of her head finally came to surface. The natural sunlight coming in through the huge windows in front of them brightened his face. The way he moved his jaw created a more defined line. It was his serious expression that took his boyish features and matured them. She could still see the freckles that dotted his nose and a crease on the bridge that looked like glasses had been sitting on his face. But he didn’t wear glasses, did he? Nonetheless, Farkle was no longer the geeky boy he was in middle school, he was growing up, and very nicely Riley would say. She was shaken out of her thoughts when he asked her a question. “Um, what?”

He looked like he wanted to smile, and she realized that he might have caught her staring at him oddly. “I asked if that was why you were in here?” She bit her lip. “I know you’re not only upset with Maya because she forgot about the concert, but you got in trouble because of her.”

Riley looked down and nodded slightly. “I was dropping something off to her after class and she texted me to let me know she was on the fifth floor. I thought that was odd because it was the entrance to the roof, but I went up there anyway and Mr. Baxter, walked up to check on the hydroponic plants he had up there, and saw Maya finishing up her graffiti art and I was right next to her handing her, her bag she had left in my dad’s class the previous period. He thought it was a bag full of paint, though it wasn’t, and he was going to call the police, but he decided to give us Saturday detention instead, because he liked her art, but thought we still needed to be punished. I told him that I had nothing to do with it, and Maya told him too, once, but he didn’t care. I was still there, in the middle of the act.”

He shook his head. “Baxter’s a dick,” his voice was low. He placed both hands on the keys, and began to play a familiar tune. “Doesn’t care for people too much. He thinks that science over rules emotions. It’s why he’s not married, nor does he have kids,” his fingers glided across the keys smoothly, and though he wasn’t paying attention to what his fingers were doing, he was a very good pianist. “It doesn’t matter how smart you are, how talented, or how good, he just doesn’t get people.”

Her eyes followed his hands on the piano, and her ears followed the melody. “Do you believe that?” She asked. “Do you, as a scientist, believe that science over rules emotions?” She turned to look at him, and realized how close they were sitting. Nose to nose, she could see golden specs in his blue irises. He exhaled a small breath and it hit her face, and she could hear him gulp. She noticed that he stopped playing.

He stared at her as she anticipated his answer. “Absolutely not.”


Walking back into the library, the clock on the checkout desk read 10:07. Zay shook his head. they had only been in here for a couple hours. It was ridiculous. What was more ridiculous was the fact that Mrs. Knows thought she could get all of them to tell her who they thought they were. It was a game.

From what he was told about the old lady, was that she didn’t like kids. Or she didn’t like this generation of kids. Zay could understand to a point. This generation had a bunch of loons walking around, but that didn’t mean that all of them were like that. Everyone has a reason for the way they act. She doesn’t know their backstory. She doesn’t know what’s going on in their lives. How could she? Mrs. Knows just doesn’t know.

Zay took a seat behind the pretty smart girl. She had her nose stuck in a calculus book, while three other, non-high school text books were sitting off to the side. She had highlighters and pens scattered everywhere, an advanced calculator and some measuring utensils sticking out of her bag. She also had three notebooks to the side, and one open and in front of her. This girl might have looked unorganized at the moment, but Zay believed she was a structured person.

A thought came to mind and getting up out of his seat, he walked over to sit in front of her. She barely glanced up from her notebook, but he caught a glance of her dark eyes before she went back to calculating formulas. He was right though, her notes were organized and detailed, even color coded and everything.

“Do you always study?” He asked.

Without stopping her writing, she said, “No, I do not always study. I eat and sleep too.”

He smirked. “You know what I mean, but I like your sarcasm.” He fiddled with the spine of her Humanities book. He wondered if she was taking college classes. He glanced back up and noticed she stopped what she was doing to look at him. For a moment he wished she would have gone back to doing what she was going before, because the way she examined him made him cautious about what to say next.

“No,” she stated and he raised his eyebrows. “I know it may seem like I study a lot, because I am the smartest girl in the school, with over a 4.0 GPA, and taking duel-enrollment classes but I’m also very popular. Which means I attend parties, and other social events. How else am I supposed to maintain an image if all I do is study?”

He nodded slightly, trying to understand her. Though he was a jock, he wasn’t the most popular, unlike Lucas. He wouldn’t know what it’s like to maintain an image, because he already had an image, and in the eyes of other people, it wasn’t a very good one. “You have a point, but I haven’t really seen you around, so I wouldn’t know. I’m sort of new to the school. And that comment also sounded bit conceded.”

“I’m not conceded. I’m just stating a fact. And yes, you’re Zay Babineaux from Austin, Texas. You’re Lucas’s brother,” she noted. That was the first time anyone had referred to him as Lucas’s brother. It was usually step-brother, with an emphasis on step. No one knows what happened. They just assume. “You play second base on the Varsity baseball team. You’re number is 27.”

He shook his head. “How do you know all that?”

She smiled. “I write for the school newspaper, so I’ve attended all of your games. You’re good player.”

“You write about sports?” He narrowed his eyebrows. She didn’t look like a girl who knew anything about the game.

Isadora shrugged. “I write three different columns. We were short-handed on one of the sports columns and I told Mr. Townes that I would take baseball, because it’s the sport that I’m most familiar with. My second cousin Alex played professionally, so my brother and my dad get really into the game around season time. I guess hearing the terminology for so long, I’ve become familiar with how the game is played.”

“Who’s your cousin?” The boy asked. Her face looked to the side, and she looked like she was going to regret telling him. So he must have been a pretty big deal. Zay thought about all of the professional baseball players named Alex from New York City, and only one came to mind. “No way,” he stated. “Alex, as in Alex Rodriguez? A-Rod? .297 batting average, 2,000 RBIs—”

“696 home runs and 3,000 hits,” she nodded, “yes, he’s my cousin. I’m assuming you’re a fan?”

His mouth dropped. “He played for the Texas Rangers at one point! Lucas and I are huge fans of Alex! He’s one of the greatest baseball players of our time!” She leaned back in her seat. His reaction must of been how everyone reacted. He changed the subject. “I think it’s pretty cool that you write for the paper.”

“I enjoy writing it,” she tapped her pen on the table.

He bit the inside of his lip. “You think I’m a good player?”

She nodded. “Yes, you’re an excellent player. You’re very quick on your feet, and you have good communication skills, especially since Lucas plays shortstop. Plus, you have a good eye on the ball when you bat. It’s no wonder Coach has you as a designated hitter sometimes.” She studied his expression. “You don’t think you’re good?”

He shrugged. “Baseball is a big deal in the Friar household. And because I’m apart of their family, it’s a lot of pressure. Because I know that I’m not as good as Lucas, and I might not ever be, but I still want to live up to the expectations of a Friar.” He rubbed his lip before putting his elbows on the desk. “I love the game and I love playing, it’s just not fun when you feel the pressure like that.”

Her expression was very hard to read, and he couldn’t tell what she was about to say. “Is it okay if I ask you what happened?” Her question sounded critical. His face dropped. “I saw what happened yesterday in the hall. Blaine is a jerk. Though it was wrong of Lucas to punch him in the face, his motives were heroic.”

Zay had face a lot of discrimination being a black living with a white family. In Texas, it didn’t seem like a big deal, because everyone knew about their situation, and they knew how close Zay was to Lucas’s family, prior to what happened. Here in New York, some people thought the situation was odd, and he had received a number of looks. Nothing was said, until this kid name Blaine made a scene in the hall yesterday, throwing out some vulgar words and comments towards Zay and Lucas’s direction. Anyone who knew Lucas, knew that he had an aggressive side to him. His temper was short, and he was quick witted. It’s what got him kicked out of school for a year back in Austin (Yeah, Lucas was supposed to be a year ahead).

Blaine, whose voice kept getting louder and louder, until the hall had all eyes on the scene. Zay learned that when people get like this, he would just blow them off, knowing that they were attempting to get a rise out him. He told Lucas to let it go, but of course he didn’t. He ended up shoving Blaine against the lockers, and eventually punching him in the nose. One of the teachers directed all three boys to the office. Zay thought the kid would be here today, but knowing Lucas had broken his nose, he might have been icing his face somewhere, avoiding to seen.

“My parents died about a year and a half ago,” his voice was low. Her expression softened, and conflicted. “My dad was in the Air Force. Flight instructor. He and my mom went out one night to a dinner with some old friends that he was overseas with, and their wives. Lucas and I went out with some friends down the road. They had a bon fire going, music playing, like any normal Friday night. We came home around midnight? Maybe a little after. After seeing those police cars parked outside my house, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that scared. It was late, and my parents were on the main stretch, about five minutes from home when they crashed,” the rim of his eyes outlined in tears. He thought to himself that he was not going to cry in front of this really pretty girl.

She shook her head. “You don’t have to finish,” she said so softly, almost as if she was terrified to hear more. “I’m so sorry, Zay.”

“Lucas is closest person I have to a family. They took me in, and now I couldn’t be more grateful for them,” he concluded.

She nodded, wiping a tear that had fallen down her cheek. “Just remember Zay, you’re not a Friar by blood,” she smiled slightly. “You don’t need to live up to the expectations of a Friar. Set the standard for a Babineaux. Because the one I’m looking at right now is pretty great.”


Preview of the next chapter:

“So you just gonna wait for me to put on my shirt before you walk by?” Lucas asked from his locker. She glanced around slightly catching him putting on deodorant from his gym bag.

Maya rolled her eyes. “No, I was giving you a moment with your mirror,” she teased.

She could hear him chuckle, before he appeared around the corner with a coy smirk on his face. “I don’t have a mirror.”


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  • Lucas: What? What’s wrong?
  • Wednesday: Nothing. It’s just adults are boring. And I hate them, and I don’t want to buy all this stupid boring adult stuff and become boring adults.
  • Lucas: Hey, listen to me. Yes, we’re gonna get a dish rack and shower curtains and a cutting board, but if you think for one second I’m not also going to get that Marshmallow Shooter so that I can shoot you in the face with marshmallows when you’re asleep, then you’re the dumbest woman I know.
  • Wednesday: You’re gonna make me cry.

*Taylor and Jim walk toward Lucas*
Taylor:
Lucas! Step away from the portal.
Lucas: I’d take it easy with those guns if I were you.
Taylor: I’ll say it one more time: step away from the portal or I’ll shoot you.
Lucas: No, you won’t. *touches the portal to light it up* One blast from those sonics could blow the whole fracture apart, and that would cut you off from the future for good. And you wouldn’t want that, would you? I can’t tell you how glad I am that you’re here. All those nights I spent out in the jungle, freezing, starving… The only thing that kept me alive was the thought of you being here to see this.
Taylor: Son…
Lucas: DON’T! Don’t call me that!
*Taylor is taken aback, Lucas seems upset*
Taylor: Listen to me. There are good people here, innocent people. Think what’ll happen to Terra Nova if you go through with this.
Lucas: Oh, I know what’s going to happen. They’re going to come and take you off your throne and make you watch while they strip this place and take it for everything it’s worth.
Taylor: Over my dead body.
Lucas: Um, that’s the spirit. Go down fighting for, for a dream—some utopia and all that’s right and true! OPEN YOUR EYES, OLD MAN, IT’S OVER! I beat you! I won! Soon you’ll be on your knees, begging me for mercy! The next time we meet, I won’t be alone. *walks back into the portal*
Taylor: LUCAS!
*Taylor and Jim rush toward the portal but it closes right in front of them; Lucas is gone*

The best scene from Within according to this poll

Hello, baby. Part 10.

I just sit on the couch letting my heart fall into pieces as J walks away from me. I know I said I can’t expect what I put in, I know I said that I can handle his mood swings, I know what I fucking said. This is, different. This isn’t a mood swing. This isn’t him not giving back. It feels like him giving up. Giving up on, me? Or us? Another tear falls down my cheek and I’m quick to wipe it with my left hand.
The pain in my shoulder feels minimal compared to the pressure I feel on my chest, this could be from the pain medication.
‘What can I do? I’m weak. I’m broken. I’m useless. Hey dad, look im everything you always said I would be! Aren’t you fucking proud. I turned out just like mom. Maybe a little worse since you weren’t the clown fucking prince, but I’m sure you are looking up at me from hell with a grin on your face.’
More tears. I repress the memories like I normally do and wipe my face again. The medication has my body feeling heavy, I feel like I can barely lift my arms. Just a few seconds pass and I have to lay back down. My shoulder feels numb, but so does the rest of me. I fall asleep.
I wake up and I’m in our bed. Alone. I turn my head to look at the clock, I wince at the pain, it’s 4am. There is a pill and another glass of water by the bed, the moon shines just enough light so I can see my surroundings. Lucas is in the room, sleeping in a chair against the door. I make a slight grunting noise trying to get up and Lucas jumps up.

“No Kat, don’t do that. Let me help you.” He lets me push off him with my left hand and he picks me up a little so I can sit up. 

My mind feels foggy and my emotions are drained. I take another pill.

“How are you feeling?” He is sitting on Js side of the bed. 

I don’t answer. I’m just staring at the sheets where he used to be. My hand reaches over to them, they are cold and unbothered.
It feels as if someone is taking and ice pick to my chest. The pressure I feel runs through my ribs making it hard to breathe, my throat feels like it’s closing in, my head feels like a thousand nails have been hammered through my skull. I can’t speak, if I do I’ll lose the little bit of composer I have left. I lay back down on my left side facing away from his side of the bed. I close my eyes and a few tears escape my grip.
I feel Lucas leave the bed and hear him take his seat by the door again. I know his eyes are fixed on me.
I wake up and it’s almost 1 in the afternoon. I turn on my back and just stare at the ceiling. I want this to all be a dream. A really bad dream. I groan trying to get up and Lucas is still in the room, he rushes to my side again and sits me up.

“Are you hungry? Do you need anything?” He’s trying to make eye contact.

“A shower.” I manage to get out as I lean my head back against the headboard and close my eyes.

“Just, give me one minute Kat.” He goes to the door and moves his chair, he opens it up very little and calls for Jackie. I hear her footsteps come up the stairs.
I still have my head back and eyes closed. I don’t even acknowledge her.

“Yes, Lucas, is everything ok?” She sounds tired.

“She wants a shower. I know boss wouldn’t want me to handle that.” He leaves the room.

“Ok honey, I’m just going to help you up and out of those clothes and take the bandage off, I’ll sit on the other side of the door if you need me ok?”

I lift my head and open my eyes and give her a nod with a weak smile that fades quickly.
She comes over and puts her shoulder under my left arm and helps me swing my legs over the edge. I’m able to get up, we head into the bathroom and she undresses me like a child, I feel helpless. She take the bandage off and it hurts a lot less than I was expecting.

“I’ll be right outside the door dear, let me know if you need anything.” She heads out and I hear her get comfortable on the other side.
I’m able to turn the water on. I get in and let the hot water run over me. I sit under the hot water, I want to cry but nothing comes out. My chest aches to the core of my body, I don’t want to move, I don’t think I can move. Jackie knocks and opens the door a little and check on me. I’m sitting on the floor of the shower with my left arm resting on my knees that are pulled to my chest.

Originally posted by allie-rva

“No, no, no sweetie. Don’t, it’s ok. It will be ok. Honey. Please.” Her voice sounds like it’s breaking. She gets in the shower fully clothed and picks me up with my left arm, she gets me out of the shower and wraps a towel around me. She sits me down on a chair in the bathroom as she gets some clothes for me. She comes back in with a short sleeve shirt and some sweat pants. ‘I know these aren’t from this closet.’ she helps me change and helps me back into bed. She wraps a towel around herself and heads toward the door.
“I’ll bring you something to eat in a few, do you need anything else dear?” She gives me a smile. I shake me head softly. She walks out and Lucas is right there to take his place again.
I’m starting at the sheets again, still cold. I wonder how long it’s been since he has even seen me. I don’t even know where he is. Where has he been sleeping. My mind goes back to what the guard says about the stripper, fucking knives in my chest. He is the Joker, I shouldn’t expect anything less. I do though, well i did.
Lucas breaks my train of thought, “How did you sleep? Feel better after the shower?” He still sitting in his chair.

“I’m, ok.” The words feel like razor blades as they escape my mouth.

“How’s the shoulder feel? Has the pain died down any?” I can’t tell if he’s actually wanting to know or trying to make small talk.

I rest my head back against the headboard and close my eyes again, “It’s better.” I let out a sigh.
Jackie comes in, her hair is still wet but she’s in dry clothes, and has some soup and a roll with a large glass of water. “Could you leave us alone for a quick minute Lucas?” She rest her hand on his shoulder. He nods and leaves.

“Kat, what’s, I need you to talk to me. I’m not giving you anymore pain pills till you do. I don’t want these to be an emotional crutch for you and you’re tough, so I’m not worried about the pain in your shoulder.” She sets the food next to me and sits on the bed.

“I, I don’t know. J, he hasn’t been here. Or I don’t know if he has.” My voice trails off, my throat gets tight again.

“Sweetie, I’m going to just be honest with what I do know because you deserve it ok. Mr. J hasn’t been here. Not since that night. He’s been at his club. I have no clue what he does there all day and night.” She pauses and gives the last piece of information, her voice is shaking when she speaks, “He asked that you be taken back to your place tomorrow. Honey, I know things were just going right, I’m so so sorry.” She wipes away her few tears.
I look at the sheets next to me, “Ok. Thanks. Can, can I just be alone. Just for a few minutes.” My voice is trembling.

“Absolutely sweetie.” She gives me a hug that i don’t return. She wipes a tear from my face, “You are so strong Kat, please don’t let him do this to you.” She leaves.

I’m left alone with the most tragic news I’ve ever received. I want so badly to go back in time, I want to go back to that morning. My eyes can’t hold back the tears anymore, I let them just continue to fall. My chest feels tight and the pain I feel is straight through to my bones. I start sobbing. My back starts to hurt and in return it shoots pain to my shoulder. I curl up on my right shoulder, the pain last for a second, there are much deeper things being felt. I reach my hand across to his side of the bed and grip the sheets.
Remembering us. Remembering him.
I scream at the pain from my chest. Lucas rushed in and stops, he closes the door quietly and sits in his chair. He doesn’t say anything. He lets me cry and I appreciate it.
I’m trying to find a full breath of air, the tears have stopped but it feels like they haven’t. I sit up and grab the glass of water with my left hand and throw it at the wall, the aim is off but it hits the wall and breaks. “Take me home now.” My voice is hoarse.

“Uh, I can’t.” He comes over to me and rubs my back, it feels good.

I rest my head on his shoulder, “Why?”

“It’s not, he said tomorrow.” His voice is low.

I know he doesn’t want to say his name, “Just let me out of this fucking place, please Lucas.”

He nods. “I’ll get you home.” He gets up and grabs a small bag but stuffs as much clothes as he can in it. Including some of the nice jewelry and dresses. He gets another bag and throws all the makeup in it. 

“That stuff was bought with my money!” I try to smile at him

He smiles back “Sorry!” He has both bags in one hand, he helps me up and he opens the door.
I take in everything from the house. The reflection off the floor, the extravagant decor, the rooms I still haven’t seen and never will. I walk out and walk down the stairs. Jackie is in the kitchen and runs over when she sees me.

“What is going on? Are you ok dear?”

“I’m doing him one last favor.” I go in and hug her with my left arm, “I’m going to miss you Jackie. So much!” I let her go.

“Kat, but you can’t, not, tomorrow. Wait!” She pauses again. She gives me a sad look and grabs my hand, “I told you, you are so strong. I’m going to miss you as well dear.” She gives me another hug and Lucas walks me out of the house. He sets my stuff in the back of the car and opens the door for me and puts the seatbelt on me as well. He gets in and we are off. I don’t look back. 

We pull up to my old place. Such a different lifestyle. Lucas opens my door and undoes the seatbelt, he helps me out of the Car, then grabs the bags. “You ok?” He stands next to me.

“Never been better.” I give him a small smile and start walking towards the door. He follows.
We get up to my room and I open the door, it’s not even locked. I walk in and everything is cleaned. The last time I came here everything had been thrown everywhere, “Who, what happened?”
“Some people came down and cleaned your place for you.” He says in a ‘you’re welcome’ tone.

“You didn’t, this? Why?” I laugh a little bit.

“It was a few of us guys, we know you wouldn’t be able to do it once you got back here. He’s a fucked up guy, but that doesn’t mean we all are.” He gives me a hug. “I’m, im sorry Kat. This isn’t, it’s not right.” He sighs, “Also, a physical therapist will be here tomorrow for your shoulder.”

“Can’t wait.” I sigh and give him a hug. “Thanks Lucas.” I let go and he walks out the door giving me one last look saying please be ok. I lock the door behind him.
I sit on my old bed with the scratchy sheets. I let out a sigh. I lay down on my back, I’m empty. I have nothing left in me, I can feel the pain set in again. This time all over my body.
‘Why J, why are you doing this to me. Why did I believe you, why did I fucking believe you, why am i surprised! Fucking pussy can’t even give me an explantation. I trusted you. Wanted you. Needed you. I fucking loved you. I just want an explanation.’
I turn on my left side. I can’t count how many times I’ve cried already and I know this won’t be my last. I know people can die from a broken heart and I feel that’s my fate. I don’t want to live, at least not right now.


it feels like months have gone by but it has only been a week. One week of absolute torture. My heart aches everyday; like someone just twisted it over and over again, I can’t even force myself to eat anymore; all my clothes are baggy, I thought I was stronger, I thought I would survive this. My shoulder feels better, the therapist comes everyday. She tries to make me laugh but I can’t. I don’t take the pain medication because feeling the pain lets me know I’m still alive. I’m not sure I want to be, but I am. 

I haven’t talked to anyone. I haven’t gone outside or even turned on the TV. The outside world doesn’t seem real. I feel like everything has stopped spinning.

A knock on my door pulls me out of it. I get out of bed, sluggishly. I walk to the front door and open it. It’s Lucas.

“Kat.” He looks me up and down and he’s looks sad once he realizes the state im in.

“Hi.” I leave the door open and walk back into my room and lay on the bed again. I can’t feel anything right now.

“Uh, I just wanted to check on you. Just to see, you should eat something.” He can’t even ask how i am doing. 

“Im not hungry, i’m fine.” Im curled up in my bed with my back facing him.

“Kat, be honest with me, please.” he is sitting next to the bed.

I turn over facing him, “I want to die. Is that what you want to hear? I can’t eat, I can’t fucking function. My heart is in pieces. I can’t do this anymore Lucas. I can’t live without him.” I can feel the tears running down my face.

Originally posted by freeasdawind

He wipes my face, “Have you watched the news?”

Im confused, what kind of question is that after I just spilled my heart out. “No.” I turn back around.

“He can’t, or at least he won’t survive without you either.” he sighs, “He is more reckless, he doesn’t even try to fight, he puts himself in the way of danger, I don’t think he wants to live. He hasn’t left the ouse for 3 days now. I don’t think you understand what is going on. I think you should come back to the house.”

“Why are you here?” My emotions are wrecked right now.

“Kat, just come with me. I’ll bring you home later, ok?”

I turn around and nod. I don’t know how healthy this decision can be. I’m not even over him and I’m going back to him. I can’t say no though. I need to see him. I want to see him. I don’t know what emotion is taking over right now, but i get up and pull my hair in a bun and change into a t-shirt and jeans. We leave.

The drive is silent. I keep trying to play scenarios in my head, they all end with me killing him. I feel like I am going to vomit when I see the house. 

“Take me home please Lucas, i can’t do this. i can’t. I don’t think I can survive it.” He has the car door open for me to get out.

“Kat, I promise you, you will be fine.” He reaches his hand out. I accept.

My heart is racing, what ifs are running through my head. Lucas opens the door and we walk in. Its quiet. My eyes well up with the sights, remembering everything. Lucas places his hand on my back, “You got this Kat.”

I nod. I look for Jackie but shes not in the kitchen. I walk over to the counter and open a drawer, I pull out a knife and carry it with me to the couch.

“Kat, really?” Lucas looks at me with his eyebrows raised.

“You don’t know what I have been through.” Is all I say as I sit. 

Originally posted by karlaxmena

I wait a few minutes.
 My heart sinks into my stomach as J flashes around the corner. 

His hair is perfectly done, his skin bright white. He looks upset. More upset than before. He is dressed like he is ready to go out. I think I am going to lose it and I want to run out the door.
I take the knife out and hold it next to me. I just wait for him to make eye contact. 
‘He doesn’t have to know that he killed me.’

Originally posted by kane52630

He hasn’t noticed me sitting on the couch, “Hello, baby.” I hope my voice sounds convincing. 

His glare is sharp, I can’t read him in the slightest, but he stops and stares.
I want to run at him and tell him i missed him and then stab him in the heart and scream fuck you.
I don’t.

“Cat got your tongue J?” I stand up, knife by my side. I am not trying to hide that he hurt me, or that I want to hurt him. Im trying to hide that he killed me.

Still nothing, i go for it.

“Too much of a pussy to give me a reason J? Just couldn’t man the fuck up and tell me why you didn’t want me? Just had everyone else deal with your trash? Just let everyone else deal with the fucked up things you do?” I start walking towards him. He isn’t saying anything and I feel powerful after saying what has been on my mind. “Come on J, don’t you miss playing with me?” I run the knifes blade against my jeans. Still nothing from him. 
I walk up to him, my face close to his and my eyes are locked on his. 
I put the tip of the knife at his chest, “Did it fucking kill you like it killed me J? Did your heart fucking break to its core? Did you lose sleep? Could you eat? Did you have a gun shot wound that would remind you every second of every damn day that you were alone? Did you fucking miss me J?” I press the tip in the knife in his skin, “Say something.”

“Yes.” His voice is low and gives me chills. I don’t let it phase me. I press the tip in more, a drop of blood runs down his chest. Im angry, so angry with him because i want to forgive him already.

“Yes what, asshole?” I’m not letting his go that easy, I can’t.

“It killed me.” He sounds like he is in pain. “What, what are you even doing here?”

“I had to see if it killed you as well, you look fine though. Perfectly fine. Must be nice.” I take the knife out of his skin. I go to walk away and he grabs my arm, i turn around and put the blade to his throat, “Don’t fucking touch me.” he lets go and lifts his hands.


“Go out with me tonight?” He still sounds like he is in pain, but I cant read him. “Please, Kat.” He moves closer to me and I hold out the knife, “I understand, let me explain. Please, just one night and I will never bother you again.“

I lower the knife.
I don’t know what kind of spell he has over me but I nod, “One night.”  

Ski Lodge Head Script (Reblog if you like it!)
  • (NOT A SPOILER. This is not refined to spec script standards AT all, I'm just trying to get a vibe on writing for all the characters and I need feedback so I threw it together. I can NOT write for Smackle, so HELP ME)
  • Ski Lodge Game Night Scene
  • : Pan In, night time at Ski Lodge. Core 6 sitting around the fire, theme instrumental music playing, fades out, zoom in on kids:
  • : Lucas and Zay on couch, Maya on chair stage left, Smackle and Farkle on couch stage right, Riley on floor center stage by coffee table:
  • Smackle: How about we engage in some young adult recreational activity. : Winks awkwardly:
  • : Everyone looks at Smackle funny, questionably:
  • Smackle: Let’s play a game?
  • Everyone: Ohhhh.
  • Riley(hesitatingly): Maybe we shouldn’t…
  • Lucas(sarcastically): Yeah, cause that always goes so well.
  • Zay: I think it would be a great time.
  • : Everyone stares at Zay:
  • Zay: What? Did I miss something?
  • Maya: Nah, he’s right! C’mon Huckleberry, whaddya so afraid of?
  • : Maya leans forward as she asks, raises eyebrows:
  • Lucas: Nothing. I’m afraid of nothing. : Throw’s hands up in the air:
  • : Maya smirks mischievously, satisfied
  • Farkle: What game should we play?
  • Corey (not on screen): NO TWISTER!!!!!
  • Maya: Ok…How about…” Truth or Dare”!
  • Lucas(exasperated): Oh. Great!
  • Smackle: Maya I have never played this game. (speech quickens) How does it work? What are the rules? Is there a manual? How do we keep score? I WILL BEAT ALL OF YOU! : Shoot’s arm’s up:
  • Maya: Nobody wins.
  • Smackle (in disbelief): NOBODY WINS?!
  • Maya(chuckling): No Smackle, nobody wins. And no manual or game pieces either. Ya just ask someone to pick truth or dare and if they pick dare, you make them do something crazy or funny. If they pick truth... (sits back in chair), well, then you gotta ask them a personal question about themselves.: Pause: It’s a real juicy game.
  • Lucas: It’s a real bad idea.
  • Zay: Well it sounds like a good one to me! :rubs hands together: So, who goes first?
  • Smackle(hurriedly): ME! :arm shoots up again:
  • Riley (chuckling): Okayyy Smackle, truth or dare?
  • Smackle: I want to ask the questions!
  • Riley: But Smackle you just said you wanted to go first?
  • Smackle (interrupts, stands up and points at Riley): LET ME ASK THE QUESTIONS BUBBLES! :Compiles herself, sits back down, smooth’s dress, slowly turns towards Riley: Riley, truth or dare?
  • Riley (laughs): Okay, uhm, truth, I guess?: Smiles and shrugs:
  • Maya: Aww, ya wussy!
  • Riley (half laughing): Maya!
  • Maya: What? Just sayin… :Sits back in chair, half eye roll, pretends to file nails, crosses legs:
  • Smackle: Okay Riley. Who was your first kiss?
  • : Everyone stares at Smackle:
  • Smackle: What, did I say something?
  • Riley: No, it’s just…
  • Smackle: The questions are meant to be personal, am I correct? And a first kiss is a very personal moment in a female’s life. It is very intimate. It is a milestone. Some have concluded that a young person’s first kiss will ultimately determine the way they will-
  • Riley (Half jumps up from the floor): Lucas! My first kiss was Lucas. On the subway. After our first date. :Smiles at Lucas, sits back down: Hi.
  • Lucas: Smiles back: Hey…
  • Maya: Uh, Riles?
  • Riley: Peaches? :Still staring at Lucas smiling::
  • Maya: Technically Lucas wasn’t your first kiss.
  • : Farkle coughs loud and awkwardly:
  • Smackle (Places hand on Farkle’s shoulder): Are you Okay, Darling?
  • Farkle (Through teeth, staring at Maya): Fine.
  • Riley (Also staring at Maya with concern): Maya.
  • Maya: What? I’m just sayin, we were all there, and technically Lucas wasn’t your first kiss. Technicallyyyyy your first kiss was-
  • Riley (With urgency): MAYA!
  • Maya: …Farkle. Your first kiss was with Farkle, remember?: Chuckles to herself, almost talking to herself, remembering: You lied about him being good in that dumb play, even though he completely ruined it (Turns to Farkle)- No offense Farkle- And he got all Farkley over you being all “sunshine and rainbows’. He was soooo excited you got him to try a new thing, even though he was toootally terrible at it. So he kissed you. On your face. :Interrupting herself: Well, I guess it was kind of on your chin. But it still counts! Did ya really think I’d let you forget about that, honey? :(Maya makes smirky fishy kiss face at Riley)
  • : Smackle, no longer smiling or excited, stares at Farkle perplexed:
  • Smackle: Farkle, is this correct?
  • Farkle (scrambling/rambling on): Well, if we are going by the technicality of it all, deductively reasoning if it really occurred and deciphering the fact of if our faces actually touched then I guess yes My Lov-e-sis, it happened. But when you really chronologically break it down to the propensity of-
  • Zay: Oh man, this is so much better than I thought it was gonna be.
  • Lucas: Did I not just say we shouldn’t play games together?
  • Smackle: Farkle I know I am not very physically affectionate with you when we are together but I have always imagined our first kisses were to be with one another. Now I am coming to find out that you have shared a kiss with another woman?! How could you have not told me of this? How could you lie?
  • Farkle (sounding desperate): As I said, technically we kissed, but-
  • Riley (Looking horrified/frantic): Smackle, it was a long time ago and Farkle was just really grateful I gave him some confidence, you know? it was no big deal, I promise. It meant nothing.
  • Farkle: Nothin!!!
  • Smackle: Farkle, do I not make you feel confident?
  • Zay: Oh I see where this is going.
  • Farkle (softly/hesitatingly): Well if we are being truthful, sometimes it is hard to feel confident around you, My Dearest, we both know your level of IQ surpasses mine.
  • Smackle: I told you I regarded us as equals.
  • Farkle (softly, tenderly): Yes. But that doesn’t mean that I do.
  • : Paused awkward moment, everyone still, Farkle staring at Smackle:
  • Riley (Breaking silence awkwardly, too loudly, grandiosely): Well the important thing is it didn’t mean a thing to either of us. I mean I barely even remember it.
  • Farkle (slightly annoyed): Yea, right. You said that already. It meant nothing. To either of us.
  • Lucas: Why do I suddenly feel really uncomfortable?
  • Zay: Cause they keep sayin it meant nothing, but that’s makin it look a lot like it meant something.
  • : Lucas smacks Zay:
  • Zay: Man I told you! STOP doin’ that!
  • Maya: Maybe we should change games.
  • Zay (pointing and waving finger at Maya): Yeah, this is your fault.
  • : Lucas smacks Zay again:
  • Zay: DUDE!
  • Farkle (getting more extremely agitated): Guys, no need to feel uncomfortable. Like we said, it was nothing. Right Riley? It meant absolutely nothing? : Stares hard at Riley, dead serious, does not break gaze:
  • Riley (Flippantly, obnoxiously, but also increasingly agitated): Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Squat!
  • : Farkle and Riley keep steady gaze:
  • : Long, silent, awkward pause:
  • Lucas: Guys? What’s going on here…
  • Farkle and Riley unanimously (yell): NOTHING!
  • Riley: Fineh! :Sticks out tongue:
  • Farkle: Fineh!
  • Maya: Hey guys, hate to break this up but, where’d Smackle go?
  • : Everyone looks around, Smackle has excited stage:
  • Zay: Well…this does not bode well.
  • Farkle: No. No it doesn’t.
  • : Farkle stands up, one quick glance at Riley, audience view ONLY, Farkle runs off stage after Smackle:
  • : Riley watches him run off, concerned:
  • : Everyone else looks at each other, concerned and confused:
  • Zay (Breaking silence): So .....I guess that’s why we don’t play games in this group of friends. Good. To. Know.
  • Lucas (Concerned): Riley? What just happened?
  • Riley (Somewhat unconvincingly, way too softly, avoiding Lucas’ gaze): We told you, nothing…
  • Lucas(frustrated): Right. Nothing.
  • : Lucas exits stage:
  • Zay: I’m, gonna go….Yea, I’ll be back
  • : Zay runs off and exits stage after Lucas:
  • : Maya looks at Riley, guilty/remorseful/concerned:
  • : Riley looks back at Maya, audience unable to decipher her stare:
  • : Pan out, somber music:
  • Ski Lodge Porch Scene
  • : Porch scene, fade in, Farkle on outside swing bench stage right:
  • : Farkle swinging back and forth on bench looking down:
  • : Enter Riley from stage right, hot tea in hand:
  • : Farkle looks up, half smile, gazes back at the ground:
  • : Riley half smile back:
  • Farkle: I couldn’t find her anywhere.
  • Riley: Here, it’s freezing outside, I figured you could use this.
  • : Riley hands Farkle tea:
  • Farkle: Thanks.
  • Riley: This seat taken?
  • Farkle: All yours.
  • : Riley sits on bench next to Farkle:
  • : The two swing back and forth for a moment in silence:
  • Farkle (looking at Riley, breaking silence): You know for my entire life, I have believed that science could justify everything. That no matter what the situation, there is always a rational, systematic explanation. But now, we’re growing up and it’s like I can’t keep up with all these changes. There are all these feelings I can’t seem to reason with. No matter how hard I try to solve the equation, I can’t come up with a logical explanation for all of it. It’s like everything I thought I knew, no longer exists.
  • Riley (understandingly): I know what you mean. These changes are tough, Farkle. I mean I always thought that life was about becoming a Princess, (getting more excited) and unicorns and sunshine and rainbows and-
  • Farkle: You still think that.
  • Riley (chuckling, punching him softly): Okay, maybe. But I’ve always had this vision of how things were meant to be. I was supposed to find my prince, my knight in shining armor to ride in on his white horse and come swoop me away. :Pause: It was my own little fairytale. (Matter of factly) It was supposed to be perfect.
  • Farkle: Nothing is perfect.
  • Riley (sighing): I know.
  • Farkle (shoulder nudging her): …You did get to ride away on a white horse though.
  • Riley (smiling/laughing): Yes I did! But that’s kind of my point.
  • Farkle (perplexed); What do you mean?
  • Riley: I’ve always had the same idea of what a perfect relationship was supposed to be like, ever since I was little. That’s what having Corey and Topanga as your parent’s will to do you, I guess. And now I'm growing up and all those fantasies I used to have are actually happening for me and I’m supposed to feel happy about it. Like it’s supposed to be simple and easy and I’m just supposed to feel great about everything. But it’s not simple at all, Farkle. (Exasperated) It’s actually really, really complicated. It still just feels like…like…
  • Farkle: Like something’s missing?
  • Riley (Ponders on this for a minute, somberly replies): Yes. Like something’s missing.
  • Farkle (Nodding): . I think about Isadora Smackle and how wonderful, beautiful and brilliant she is. On paper she is my perfect counterpart, she should be everything I need in order to feel fulfilled with someone.
  • Riley: But you don’t?
  • Farkle: It’s like I said. All calculations point to her being my perfect match. But there is a mystery variable I can’t seem to account for with all of this. And it’s throwing everything off.
  • : long pause:
  • Riley(softly): Love.
  • Farkle: Huh?
  • Riley: The variable. The thing you can’t account for, Farkle. It’s love. It can’t be defined by science. I think it just happens. We can’t pick and choose who we fall in love with, no matter what they look like on paper.
  • Farkle: Or how many white horses they ride in on?
  • Riley: Yeah…Or that.
  • : Long pause:
  • : Riley places her head on Farkles shoulder, they both stare off:
  • Farkle: Riley?
  • Riley: Farkle?
  • Farkle: I don’t have an answer for any of this.
  • Riley: I never thought I would hear you say that.
  • Farkle(chuckles): Me neither.
  • : Another pause:
  • Riley: Farkle?
  • Farkle: Riley?
  • Riley: I’m not sure I wanna be a Princess anymore.
  • : Farkle glances down at Riley on his shoulder, slightly surprised by her words:
  • : Another pause:
  • Farkle: Still Pluto, though?
  • : Farkle holds out pinky finger:
  • Riley: Still Pluto.
  • : Riley grabs his pinky with hers, signifying a pinky promise:
  • : Pan back on porch, instrumental somber music cues, fade out to next scene:
The Upstairs Neighbor (Rucas OneShot)

Prompt: Rucas OneShot where Lucas can’t fall asleep at night because his neighbors makes way too much noise. So what happens when he goes upstairs to confront them?
Word Count: 3,016

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“Dude, you look like shit.” Zay laughs, forcing his way through the door entry.

He wasn’t lying. Lucas just moved in to this apartment a few weeks ago and at the time he was super excited. Finding a reasonably priced apartment in New York was hard enough but this one was actually in his budget and in pretty good condition. It was small and only had one bedroom but he was single and still in vet school so it wasn’t like he needed anything bigger.

What he didn’t know when he signed the lease was that the walls were apparently paper thin. He could hear everything. His next-door neighbors having sex, his downstairs neighbors playing loud music but the one that annoyed him the most was his upstairs neighbor.

Whoever lived in the apartment above him seemed to never sleep. Because he’s finishing up school and working in a clinic, it took him awhile to notice. On his days off when he wasn’t in class there was nothing but silence, but every day around 6 pm they’d start making noise. The floor between them muffled it enough so he couldn’t actually hear what they were doing but whatever it was, was loud.

So loud that he hasn’t gotten sleep in 2 days because of it.

So when Zay kindly mentions how terrible Lucas looks, he doesn’t even bother firing back, or looking in the mirror, he knows he looks just like he feels.

“My upstairs neighbors never sleep.” He yawns, grabbing a red bull from the fridge. “They are constantly walking back and forth, and I swear to god they’re wearing shoes made of cylinder blocks because it’s so freaking loud.”

“I don’t hear anything.” Zay shrugs, staring up at the ceiling.

“That’s because its still daylight. Once the sun goes down…you’ll see.”

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A request by @siennese. She wanted a version of a christmas Maya where Lucas was involved. This is what came to mind. I hope you like it. 


Riley had just gotten home from her the gift exchange with her friends. When she walked in, she saw her parents and Auggie were curled up on the couch. They were watching Home Alone, but instead of joining them she went straight to her room.

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“You Like Maya” -Joshaya Fanfic Part 1

“Hey Maya would you go out with me?” Zay asks walking into class Lucas trailing close behind him.

“Huh?” Maya says spinning in her desk chair to face his direction.

“Huh?” Riley repeats looking to Lucas for clarification on what was going on.

“You know on a date, we watch a movie, I yawn and carefully put my arm around you when you’re not paying attention.”

“Are you… are you asking me out?” Maya says still somewhat in shock

“Yeah sure why not?” Zay grins sitting down at his desk “I figure… Lucas and Riley are a couple now why don’t we give it a shot?”

“Um we are not a couple” Riley interjects

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Someone [pt.1]

This is my first Lucaya fic but man Texas is giving me feels. I’ll be posting this and the subsequent parts onf AO3 and ff.net as well under the username shippershape. This story takes place in their senior year of high school, and while I tried not to change the characters too much, they’ve grown up a little.  


“Huckleberry. Stop.” Maya mumbles into the pages of her textbook. Her eyes are closed, and she’s trying, trying to sleep. But Lucas pokes her again, hard enough that she shoots upright in her seat, rubbing her arm and glaring at him.

“Do you want to die?” She wonders, narrowing her eyes. He smiles widely, only faltering a little when she lets out an audible growl.

“Um, no. But we’re really close to finishing this, and then we can just go home.” He gestures at their project, papers and books strewn across the library table. They’d been partnered up for a History assignment when Riley got the flu, and Cory knew there was no way she would be back in time for the presentation on Monday. So he partnered Lucas with Maya and told Farkle to work with Zay. So far neither duo have managed to kill each other, although both have had a few close calls. In the years that they’ve all been friends, Farkle and Zay continued to vie for the official title of Lucas’ best friend.

Once, when Lucas was drunk and Maya was sitting on a beer stained couch at some party they couldn’t remember who’d hosted, he had admitted that it was her.

“This is fun.”

He’s slurring and she laughs, because Lucas when he’s drunk is like a golden retriever. He smiles a lot more, and sometimes he slobbers.

“Sure, Fido.”

He’s never understood that nickname. But then he’d stopped trying to keep track of them all a long time ago. Riley doesn’t party much, and she isn’t here tonight. Lucas and her broke up again, a week ago. Maya was supposed to come to this party with Farkle and Smackle, and Lucas just showed up. Not that she minds. He’s right, this is fun.

“You’re my best friend.” He mumbles, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. He’s staring at her, serious, but he’s drunk and she can’t help a snort.

“What? We don’t even like each other that much.” She rolls her eyes. She doesn’t move his hand though. She never does.

“It’s not Farkle, and it’s not Zay. You’re my best friend Maya.” His blue eyes are a little unfocused, but it suddenly isn’t funny anymore. He means it, she knows he does. And not in a wide group of best friends way, the very important, one on one, I need you in my life kind of way.

“Riley is my best friend.” She reminds him. He looks so sad that she can almost swear she hears her stupid, soft heart break. She shouldn’t care. “But you can be second, if you don’t tell anyone.” He won’t even remember this in the morning.

He considers that for a moment.

“Okay.” He moves his hand from his shoulder, holding it out to her. She takes it, chuckling when he shakes her hand, firmly. “Deal.”

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Running water (Stiles Stilinski)

“I swear I have this constant noise on my mind, it’s so annoying.” Lydia huffed, as you both walked into the school. You had noticed her being a little distracted. Most of the time Lydia having a noise on her mind meant that something was going to happen. And that something was not going to be good.

You walked into Mr. Harris’ class, sitting down next to Lydia, right behind Stiles and Scott. These were your usual spots. You liked to be close to each other, just in case something happened. “You still hearing that water sound?” You whispered to Lydia, as Harris started talking about some boring chemistry thing.  She nodded and sighed softly. “It just keeps getting louder.. Like it’s coming closer. I can’t explain it, I just wish it would go away.” Lydia said.

Meanwhile a boy entered the classroom, he looked confused but you didn’t really focus as you were talking to Lydia. “Sure, I bet Miss Y/L/N would love to take you there, seeing as she is talking to Miss Martin anyway.” Harris suddenly said. You turned your head, confused. “Sorry?” You felt your cheeks getting hot.

“Lucas here, wants to know where the pool is, you know where that is, right?” You nodded quickly and stood up, shooting Lydia, Stiles and Scott an awkward look.

“This day has been so weird..” Stiles said to Scott and Lydia.

“I know, I’ve been having this annoying sound in my head all day, like running water or something.. It’s just getting louder and louder, I can barely hear myself speak.” Lydia said.

“Running water? L-like what? Like a tap, or maybe a.. a pool?” Stiles asked. As he said his last words, his face went blank. “Shit! The pool! Y/N!” Stiles hissed. He stood up and ran towards the door, Scott and Lydia following him. Harris called out their names but they could care less. They ran to the pool as fast as they could.

Lydia shook her head, trying to ignore the water sound, but it just got louder and louder the closer they got to the pool. Stiles felt this knot forming in his stomach. He could feel that his twin was in danger.

Once they reached the pool they saw you and the boy that had been in their class earlier in the pool. The boy, a chimera, was keeping you underwater, basically drowning you. “No, Y/N! Let her go, asshole!” Stiles yelled. Scott sprinted towards the pool and jumped in, swimming towards you while changing into his wolf form. The moment Scott got the chimera off you and starting fighting him, Stiles got into the pool and got to his twin sister as soon as he could, getting her out of the pool. Once they were both out of the pool, Stiles noticed she was unconscious. “Please, Y/N. Do something, please don’t give up.” Stiles did everything he could, tears in his eyes.

Lydia came running towards them. “Is she okay?” She asked. “I-I don’t know..” Stiles said, on the verge of a panic attack. “Stiles, don’t panic, she’ll be okay. This is Y/N, okay? She would never give up.” Lydia said while cupping Stiles’ face with her hands. 

You started coughing, water coming out of your nose and mouth. You were breathing heavily, gasping for air. “Oh, Y/N, thank god!” Lydia said, relieved. As you slowly sat up straight, slowly getting back into your normal breathing pattern, Stiles pulled you into a hug. “Jeez, I thought you were going to die..” Stiles whispered. “I’m okay.” You whispered back. Lydia joined the hug and so did Scott, who scared off the chimera. “Thank you for saving me, guys. I love you.”

A/N: Here is my promised imagine! I hope you all enjoyed it! And yes, I’m aware that Harris is dead af in season 5a, but I thought he was the most fitting teacher for this imagine haha. Also a cheeky little Stydia scene :) xxx

Breakeven | Rucas AU

Prompt: Lucas Friar returns to the city for the holidays after spending the last 9 years in Texas. While he’s there he gets to catch up with some old friends, including the girl who broke his heart all those years ago. 
A/N: (Loosely inspired by the song “Breakeven” by The Script) Wrote this In my iPhone notes at 4 in the morning so I hope it’s not too all over the place.
Word Count: 2,022

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Lucas sits in a booth in the back of a pub waiting for his oldest friend to arrive. He and Zay had been friends since pre-school and even though their friendship was sometimes tumultuous, they still remained good friends after all these years.

Lucas moved back to Texas after graduating and it’s where he’s been for the past 9 years. Leaving New York behind was probably one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. But he was serious about becoming a veterinarian and the big city wasn’t exactly in desperate need of one, so he moved back home to Austin.

Zay stayed on the east coast with most of their friends at the time. Zay got into UMASS on a baseball scholarship and ended up majoring in sports medicine. Maya went to a community college in downtown NY where she took Art classes and eventually opened up her own studio where she taught others how to draw and paint. Farkle and Isadora both tackled the Ivy Leagues in New England. Isadora went to Yale and Farkle got into Harvard. Lucas hasn’t spoken to them all that much since graduation but last time he checked they were still an item.

And then there was Riley. Riley was Lucas’ first love, first everything actually. His high school sweetheart who jetted off to Oxford after graduation and never looked back.

Everyone, himself included, thought they’d end up together. There was no doubt in their friend’s minds that they wouldn’t last. But like with most things in life, change happens. People grow up and sometimes that means they grow apart. It was hard but eventually he got through it.

She was the only girl who ever broke his heart which resulted in a complete 180 of his personality. He went from charming Texan to womanizing heart-throb. It was no surprise when Riley’s closest friends didn’t stick around for him, especially when they barely recognized who he’d become.

Lucas stares at his watch impatiently waiting for Zay to show up. They agreed to meet at 7 but in true Isaiah Babineaux fashion he was running late. 30 minutes late to be exact.

This was Lucas’ first time back in New York in years, and even though this place used to be his home, he still felt on edge being here.

A hand on his shoulder breaks his train of thought as he looks up to see his smiling friend beaming down on him.

“Luc my boy!” Zay says with a laugh, pulling the broad shouldered blond in for a hug.

“Zay, how’s it going man? Good to see you.”

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Rucas + “You’re doing it wrong, let me show you.”

I AM BACK HAHAHAH 
I am going to try and get a few drabbles done today!
HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS 


Riley groans in frustration as the ball goes way over the net. This is the 20th shot she has missed and not once has the ball even touched the net. She grabs another ball from the rack that is beside her and closes her eyes while taking a deep breath, determined to get the ball in this time. She takes a shot and watches as the ball soars over the net and she lets out a tiny scream.

“Riley?”

Riley freezes at the voice, not wanting to turn around and look him in the eyes. She is embarrassed that he has seemed to have caught her failing at shooting a basketball. She gulps as she turns slowly to face him, Lucas just looking back at her with a grin on his face as he leans against the gym door.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, fidgeting with her fingers slightly. Lucas pushes himself off the door and makes his way to where she is standing. He grabs a basketball while looking at her “I heard noises and I came to check it out, was surprised to see you in here.”

Riley blushes as she looks away “I need to shoot a basketball for gym.” She admits, looking everywhere but at Lucas. Lucas shakes his head and he lines himself up and shoots, the ball going swiftly into the net. Riley just gapes at him, still not understanding how he is doing it. She grabs another basketball, trying to mimic him but once again the basketball goes nowhere near the net.

“You’re doing it wrong, let me show you.” Lucas says as he grabs another basketball and stands behind Riley, handing her the ball and placing his hands on her waist. His lips coming to her ear, whispering “Ok you need to move so you are on a slight angle and bend your knees.”

Riley can feel her hear hammering inside her chest as he helps her position her body correctly, his hands warming her skin underneath her clothes.

“Now bring your hands up just slightly over your head and focus on the net.” Lucas guides her hands above her head, his hands resting on her own as Lucas and Riley prepare to take a shot.

“Ready and shoot!”

Riley with the help of Lucas throws the ball watching as it soars in the air before going through the net, Riley jumps and turns pulling Lucas into a hug.

“I DID IT LUKE I DID IT!” She yells into his ear while Lucas squeezes her hips tight.

They stand like that for a moment, caught up in each other’s embrace. Riley pulls away slightly, her meeting Lucas’s, their faces only inches apart. Riley gulps as her eyes quickly lower to his lips and back up again. Lucas pushes a piece of her hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing softly against her cheek.

“I uh-should uh keep practicing.” Riley manages to say, moving out of Lucas’s grip and racing to grab a ball just to put some distance between them. Lucas runs his hands through his hair needing to calm himself down before he did something he regret.

“Right, well I should get going. Keep practicing Riley, you will nail it.”  Riley nods, watching as Lucas races out of the gym. Riley closes her eyes, the feeling of his hands on her hips ingrained into her mind. She shakes the thoughts from her head, slowly looking at the net. She remembers what Lucas showed her and she takes a shot, the ball going neatly into the net.

Lucas watches from the door, smiling when he sees when she jumps up and down when the ball goes in. Now, next time if only he had the guts to actually kiss her.