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Discovery: The Six Missing Weeks/ Chapter (1/6): The Size of the Wave

Description: After the Snow Queen is defeated and Gold banishment, Emma and Killian spend six glorious, uninterrupted weeks together, exploring each other and deepening their connection (in and out of the bedroom). (Set between the end of 4A and the beginning of 4B)

Rating: E (duh) 

Word Count: ~3.1K 

Author’s Note: It’s like 11 days late, but it’s finally here. Happy (Super Freaking Belated) Birthday, Heather, aka @fergus80! You are such an incredible writer, and an even more amazing friend. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. You already know what’s coming, but apparently my beta wanted more, so this will end up being a 6-part series, ya’ll. You can fully blame @shipsxahoy for that one. Also, thank you to @spartanguard for also taking a gander at this. 

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How was it that their first date happened just a week ago? It seemed like a lifetime had passed. Well, between battling an evil Snow Queen AND rescuing Killian’s heart from Gold, the days just seem to blend together. Emma didn’t recall taking a single calming breath until the moment Belle told her that she banished Gold over the town line using his dagger. She didn’t say it in so many words, but she was proud of Belle for standing up for her self-worth.

Emma walked towards her office in the sheriff’s office the morning after with a smile on her face and her head held high because for the moment, nothing was terrorizing her town. But, before she could get to the door, her father called out to her.

“There’s a note on your desk. Mail guy was by earlier.”

“Thanks.” She just assumed it was a bill that was due, so she slowly made her way behind her desk. When she noticed the flowy script on the front of the envelope that simply read, “Swan,” she knew who it was from immediately. She opened the wax-sealed envelope and sat down gradually in her chair to read.

It has been but a week since our first official date, and while there might have been many distractions between then and now, I can honestly say it was one of the most wonderful nights of my life (and I have had many).

And now, that we seemingly have a quiet moment, I would like to ask you one more time: Will you go out with me again?

Leave your response with Granny. I will be by before sundown.

I await your answer, Emma.

Yours,

KJ

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Our Choices - Chapter 2 - Guilty Until Proven Innocent

OH MY GOODNESS, OKAY, so I am really humbled by the reaction the first chapter to this fic got!! I wasn’t going to post another chapter until tomorrow but I just couldn’t wait, so here you go!  I’m really, really proud of this chapter even though it may be the darkest of this story.  I know that right now this fic may seem a little choppy but I promise you, it all comes together. Once again, the gif isn’t mine (but good lord, how incredible is it?!).

READ CHAPTER ONE HERE

Word Count: 1,737

Warnings: Not a happy chapter.  Well…there’s a bit…but mostly this is full of angst and sadness and depression, no point pretending it’s not.  

I highly recommend you listen to this ambience video in another tab while you read this chapter.  I listened while I wrote this and boy does it set the mood!!


Azkaban Wizard Prison, Ward X 
(Highly Dangerous Inmates)
September, 1986

3484-1031. 3484-1031. The number was burned in Sirius Black’s mind like the Dark Marks he’d seen etched in angry, swirling ink on so many inmates’ arms. The number was a sick form of identification, just as much a curse as the one that killed two of his best friends and nearly ended the short life of their child. Prisoner #3484-1031. He let his eyes flutter shut in the hopes that he’d never open them again, but this place had a funny way of keeping prisoners alive.  

3…A wave of frostiness washed over Sirius’s thin body like a badly cast Disillusionment Charm, sending him into shivery convulsions for the umpteenth time.  His body twitched, every bone burning with icy fire as his guards ghosted past the iron doors to his cell, which were crusty with rot and mold and frosted over like every inch of this godforsaken place seemed to be.  4…8…He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and let the thick substance coat his teeth, which he involuntarily bared at the ragged black cloak hovering in the corridor outside. 4. He wanted to feel something, anything besides the crushing darkness and the endless stab of guilt that came with knowing that, innocent though he was, it was his fault James and Lily were dead and Harry was orphaned. Peter, that bloody coward.  

Sirius choked back a sob and then chose anger instead, gripping himself so tightly his sharp nails made little crescent moons of filth in his sallow skin and he thought at any moment he might shatter the bones that barely held his frail body together. He wished he would. 1031. October 31, the night he was caught and arrested.  The night they died.

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Gotham's Butch & Tabitha Tease Will They/Won't They, and Barbara's Role
Drew Powell and Jessica Lucas explore their Gotham relationship, Tabitha's role as a proto-Catwoman, and Butch's lack of a Funko figure.

Not since the Joker and Harley Quinn has Gotham City seen a not-quite couple so villainous and yet so ‘ship-worthy as Butch Gilzean and Tabitha Galavan. But can these two crazy, murderous kids ever find true love together?

With “Gotham’s” final Season 3 arc underway, questions linger as to whether two of the pre-Batman-set series’ original creations — the loyal-to-a-fault mob henchman, and the whip-cracking Catwoman prototype — share a bond deep enough to qualify as love. Actors Drew Powell and Jessica Lucas recently joined the press for a peek at the Butch/Tabby almost-romance, and whether it actually might have a future,

On what’s ahead for them and where their loyalties lie:

Drew Powell: Whoever he’s with is probably going to win. That’s been the case of late, until they don’t. I think the back half of this season is all about Butch and Tabitha. For Butch, it’s about Tabitha. He’s head over heels in love with this girl, for better or for worse, and he’s trying to convince her that Barbara’s no good for her, Barbara doesn’t care about her, and that Barbara doesn’t deserve her loyalty. So it’ll be this evolution of him trying to explain that to her. Hopefully for her sake, she figures it out before it’s too late.

Jessica Lucas: She’s still furious at Nygma for cutting off her hand. As the alliance between Nygma and Barbara grows, I think it makes her more and more furious as time goes on. You’re going to see her really pushed, and really, really upset, and that’s going to keep growing and growing, and the tension between her and Barbara is going to keep growing and growing, and eventually will have to play out in some way, come to a head in some way.

On whether the fractures in their Barbara Kean relationship will prompt either Butch or Tabitha to make their own play for the top spot:

Lucas: I don’t think so. Not right now. She wasn’t raised that way. Coming from the Galavan family, she’s used to loyalty. She’s the protector, right? She’s a bodyguard of sorts. So I don’t think she has as much desire for power as a lot of the other villains do – which is interesting, because most of them are vying for the throne, but she doesn’t really care about that. She’s too reverent to care about that.

She’s smart enough to know that alliances are important. You don’t want to piss off the wrong people. She’s a bit more of a snake in the grass that way… I think we could both teach Barbara some things. Barbara’s a little bit too self-involved at the moment to be too concerned about helping anyone else. I think by the end of the season, Tabitha will be in a really vulnerable place. So she’s needing to start again. That’s sort of where that alliance comes from, or how it starts to form.

Powell: Here’s the thing: Butch had a moment at top in Season 2, and he didn’t like it. The whole point of Butch is, he’s a survivor. He grew up in Gotham, he knows the nooks and crannies, he knows all the buttons to push, he knows the dark corners, and he knows enough to know that if you’re on top, there’s a much greater chance that you’re going to get knocked down.

I think that’s one of the cool things about he and Tabitha and their bond, is that she’s kind of the same way. She always works better as an off-sider, as a second in command, because she can kind of work in the shadows and creep. So that connection between the two of them I thought was really neat, and great job on the writers’ part. So what I hope to see moving forward is to find out that backstory. Who is Butch really? Who is this guy? Where does he come from? What’s his story? He’s got this random nephew, Sonny. What’s he really about? I’m hopeful that’ll be the case going forward.

On the actual depth of Tabitha’s feelings for Butch:

Lucas: I don’t know that she knows what real love or intimacy really is… But loyalty is so important to her, so for Barbara to turn on her any way, or to be disloyal — that’s where her affection lies, so if that doesn’t exist, there is none. For Butch, I think that she has a lot of affection. He’s like a puppy dog. It’s an unrequited kind of love. I think she’s cares about him more than she lets on.

As Fish Mooney returns yet again, will she pose a challenge for Butch’s ties to Tabitha:

Powell: When she came back the first time – other than when he ran away when the ghost Fish showed up – there’s really no interaction between the two of them. [Now], there’s a scene that we shot that we’re all in. I feel like there’s this closure that’s needed. So we try to address that a little bit when she comes back this time. I think the fans will appreciate it. I would have liked to really get into that. But yeah, there’s this particular scene that I think people will dig.

On the joys of building characters without comic book backstories and fan expectations:

Powell: I took Bruno Heller at his word when he said early on, he’s like, “Look, this Butch character’s going to take time, and he’s going to grow, and people are going to underestimate him until it’s too late. There’s going to be a life here, you’re just going to have to trust me.”

It’s been fun because I’ve kind of known, particularly at the beginning, I knew what was coming, but fans didn’t. So they’re like, ‘This henchman…” Then to see them slowly — I see these Tweets, they’re like, “I don’t know if it’s weird, but I’m really starting to like Butch.” “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Butch it one of my favorite characters.” It’s like each one of those was like a fist bump for me, like, “Yes!”

I think Butch would be a great fit for the comics. I think he would be a great addition to any parts of the canon, because he’s written from that. There is this element of him. How is there not a Butch doll? He’s got the hand, he’s got the scar, he’s got the suits, he’s got the gun. How is there not a freaking Funko with a bazooka? I don’t get it. I do not get it! They’re missing the boat. Hopefully it’ll come.

Lucas: I very much modeled her after Catwoman, honestly, because I was told that she was the precursor to Catwoman and that there was going to be a mentorship there. So I wanted to take elements of that character, especially physically, so that when you looked at her, you thought, “Huh, kind of reminds me of Catwoman.”

But then everything else, as far as developing Tabitha Galavan, I just took things as they came. I’m really, really open to whatever the writers want to write and bring to it. I don’t feel as much of a responsibility as I think some of the other actors do to get these things right, these elements right from the comics. I don’t really have that feeling.

february thirteenth

summary: after a trip around the world, emma returns home to storybrooke, unprepared to be suddenly entwined in killian jones’ life thanks to ruby’s constant meddling, and her dad’s insistence that killian is off limits.

word count: ~12,000

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Ruby Lucas is by definition a meddler.

She’s the reason Emma works at Granny’s, she’s the reason Killian sits in the corner booth alone every morning at 7:00, and she’s the reason Emma holds an unending grudge regarding the morning of February thirteenth.

But that’s not how the story starts.

It starts with Emma Nolan driving through Storybrooke, Maine and bumping into Killian Jones on the sidewalk outside of Granny’s Diner not fifteen minutes into her forced stop in the tiny town.

Actually, the story starts a long time before that, during a time where Emma was dating a Class A asshole named Neal, but that’s less important.

Killian’s carrying a paper cup filled with steaming hot coffee when she bumps into him and the only reason she knows is because it splashes straight out of the cup and onto her favorite sweater.

“Oh, bloody hell,” he immediately blurts out. “I am so, so sorry, love.”

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In The Beginning

Vampire!Luke AU

Summary: Turned into immortal vampires over two centuries ago, Luke and Y/N have been enemies for as long as they can remember. Their hate fuels a passion, though each for different reasons than the other. But as they both travel through lifetime after lifetime, they begin to realize that the mystery of their feud may lie in their beginning. 

A/N: This is a requested story and I hope you enjoy reading it! The set of ‘vampire rules’ I’m following have been taken from The Vampire Diaries. Mild scenes of violence will be present. 
-Bronte

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London, England: 1918

The air was cold in London tonight and the December air would have sent a chill through your entire body had you been able to still feel temperature. You had been stalking your prey all night, waiting for the right time to make your move, sinking your teeth into the ripe flesh and draining his warm blood from his pulsating body. The man you were following had left the party alone, just like you knew he would, and was heading home. You could hear his heart beating from here, even at this distance, as he pulled the collar of his coat up to shield his neck from the biting wind. As soon as he rounded the next corner he would be yours. You could practically taste him on your tongue as your eyes dilated into a menacing black and the veins under your eyes emerged from your skin.

Three more steps…two more steps…one more…

All of a sudden the man was pulled into a dark alley, away from your prying eyes, his scream unnoticed by all but you. With lightning speed you ran in pursuit of your prey, your mouth watering, but what you saw in the deserted alley not only shocked you, but angered you to your core.

“I would have left you some, but this one was just too good to share.” Blood dripped down his chin as he dropped the man’s now lifeless body to the concrete, his tall, broad form towering over the drained corpse. His usually sapphire eyes were clouded by the aftereffect of his feed, his fangs retracting back into his mouth and hiding behind his smooth, pink lips.

“This is my turf Hemmings, you know that. How dare you?” You were practically shaking with anger as you bared your fangs at him, but he only laughed and shoved his hands in the pockets of his double-breasted jacket.

“You ought to know I’m not one to play by the rules darling. You’ve known me long enough. What’s it been?  About a century now?”

“And I’ve loathed every moment. I don’t want to see you in this city again.” You glowered at him as he wiped his chin clean.

“Oh baby, if you think you can claim all of London then you’ve got another thing coming.” He paused before glancing you up and down, taking in your conservative attire. Your long, thick dress started at your neck and came all the way to your ankles, but it was no hindrance to you.

You growled at him, fangs protruding from behind your ruby red lips. “Get out of here Lucas.”

Taking your threat lightly, he merely grinned before tipping his hat to you. “Until next time darling.”

He was gone in a rush of wind, ruffling your curls only slightly, leaving you to hunt down yet another meal before the humans turned in for the night.

Paris, France 1942

There was something about Paris at night that made you happier than usual. You were glad that the city had been spared as the second world war reached its height. You didn’t pay much attention to news on the war. Unlike most of the other patrons of the city, you weren’t close to anyone nor did you care about which country owned what. In fact, with all the people disappearing every day it gave you the perfect opportunity to feed more than usual.

You could see the entire city from your perch on top of the famous eiffel tower and you remembered back to when they had first built it. The clouds hung low on this summer’s evening, creating an early darkness which granted you the cover of nightfall to begin your hunt. Your victim had been all too easy to catch. All you had to do was pretend to be a girl in trouble and he came running towards you with the fervor of a kid in a candy store. He was terrified when you showed him your true form, screaming and thrashing in your grip like those before him as he met his gruesome end. You sucked him dry before daintily wiping your mouth and throwing his cold body over the railing.

“Oh they’ll rule that one as a suicide for sure.” The all too familiar voice rang behind you and you whirled around at an alarming speed, your eyes narrowing. “It’s only me darling. No need to be alarmed.” His accented voice dripped with old time class as he shot you the smile that had led so many to their death.

“Well it’s certainly been awhile hasn’t it Lucas.”

“Oh I go by Luke now love.”

“My mistake.” You spoke curtly, before zooming past him. But he caught your hand in his, pulling you back into him. “Leaving so soon darling? I thought perhaps we could catch up.” His lips were inches from yours so that the brim of your hat brushed the fringe on his forehead.

“What do you want Luke? You took my hunting ground in London and so I moved here and now after all this time you show up again?”

“Perhaps I was just dying to see you.” His breath was hot on your face, a contrast to the cool air circulating around you.

“It’s been over twenty years.” You deadpanned.

“But you can’t say you haven’t thought about me.” He winked, but you scoffed and pulled yourself from his grasp.

“Buzz off Luke.”

“Don’t be so rude darling! What have I ever done?”

“What have you done? You mean besides try and kill me on four separate accounts, almost get me killed twice and hijack one of my favorite hunting grounds? Of course those are just the most recent offenses.”

“I did not try and kill you, you just got in the way.”

“You call stabbing me with a stake in the stomach not trying to kill me?”

“Exactly, I stabbed you in the stomach. Could have been the heart.”

“Oh my fault then.” You rolled your eyes, once again trying to sidestep him but his strong chest blocked your way. “Let me pass Luke.”

He leaned in closer, so that his lips were barely brushing against yours. His crystal eyes flickered down to your lips and then back up to meet your gaze. Slowly, you smoothed your hands over his cheeks causing his eyes to flutter closed at your touch.

“You drive me crazy Y/N.” His voice was honey drizzled in your ear, but you only had one agenda. With the flick of your wrist, you snapped his neck, rendering him unconscious as you let him drop to the floor.

“And you make me insane.”

Sydney, Australia 1967

You knew he was here. It couldn’t be anyone else. He had been sending you signs for awhile now, but you couldn’t tell exactly what it was that he wanted. Would he be angry? Probably. You had snapped his neck and left him alone back in Paris all those years ago, but he really did have it coming. He was cocky and impulsive and rude and you didn’t want anything to do with him.

You liked Australia a lot though seeing as it was your first home. And of course after the incident in Paris you had fled the country in hopes that you would rid yourself of the tall, blonde vampire, but he always found you. No matter where you went, he always managed to be one step ahead even if you could manage to put him off for a few decades.
For the last seven years you had been living in a small flat above a flower shop whose owners you had compelled to give you the room for much less than it was worth. Like usual you were discreet about your hunting and you rarely ever completely drained a person. Often, your hunts would be written off as animal attacks or you would just compel the human to forget about the encounter altogether. It was a good life for someone like you, but still you couldn’t help feeling a little lonely.

You had just come back from a feeding, which you reserved for the late night, and had just snuggled back into bed when you heard it. Your heightened senses were able to detect noises that the human ear would fail to hear.
But he was faster than your reaction time and within moments of hearing the disturbance, his large body was already on top of you, his hand silencing your mouth as his weight held you down.

“Hello darling. I expect twenty five years was enough to think on your sins yes?” His blue eyes were as radiant as ever and you could see the faint glimmer of mischief shining in them. You could do nothing but glare at him as he continued talking. “I’ve been watching you for awhile now, but I suspect you already knew that. I apologize for my theatrics but you know I’ve always had a flare for the dramatic.” He leaned down and nipped at your earlobe, inhaling your scent in a large whiff. “I’ve missed your smell.” He smirked, before carefully removing his hand from your mouth.

“Can’t say I’ve missed anything about you, Hemmings.” You snarled and rolled his eyes. “Though it has been taking you longer to find me. Losing your edge with your old age?” 

Luke snorted. “Now there’s something I didn’t miss. That sharp tongue of yours.”

“If you want to kill me then just do it.” You challenged, but he furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes flashing with what looked like hurt.

“You think I’m here to kill you? Darling if I wanted you dead I would have killed you centuries ago.” He lifted a hand to stroke your cheek and you let him, curious as to what he was going to do. “We were engaged once remember?”

“That was in another lifetime, long ago.”

“I remember the day my father told me it would be you I was to marry. How happy I was that I was to wed the most beautiful girl in the village.”

“Yes and I remember how distraught you were when you discovered that my family was not as wealthy as you thought. We couldn’t pay my dowry and so you left me. You and your entire family left the village in search of another bride.” You spat, all of your old hostility returning to you as you remembered exactly why you hated Luke in the first place.

“You don’t know?”His voice came out in a soft whisper, different from the snarky snip he usually upheld.

“I don’t know what?” You asked, but Luke only stared at you with his mouth gaping open.

“All this time…”

“Luke what are you talking about?”

Flashback: Australia 1809

“She is not fit to be your bride Lucas. Her family has disgraced themselves with lies and marrying her would be an abomination!”

“But father I love her!”

“You’re too young to know what love is. She cannot afford the dowry so she will not be your bride. You know how badly we need the money a new bride would bring. My word is final, you will not marry Y/N. Now go make yourself useful somewhere else.”

With a final steely glare, Luke stomped out of the wooden cabin to go find a place to sulk.
He had loved you from afar for years and when he had heard the news that you were to be his he was more than thrilled. He would not let his father’s decision ruin his chance of loving you properly.  As he sat pouting, Luke began to devise a plan to elope with you in the middle of the night if you would have him. He had big plans for the two of you and he was going to see them through one way or another.

But everything changed when he came back to the cabin. A trail of blood led straight into the house where a devastatingly pale woman was crouched in front of the lifeless corpses of his entire family. At his entry, the woman turned around and Luke had to fight the urge to scream. Dark veins trailed out from under her eyes which were a brutal contrast to her ghostly skin. But what scared him most were the red stains covering her chin and dripping from two long fangs that protruded from her small mouth. Luke tried to run, but she was faster than he would ever be.

“My don’t you just look delicious enough to eat?”

She had turned him that night. She always said that it was his eyes that stopped her from draining him. That she couldn’t bear stripping the life from such gorgeous irises. She had forced him to leave his village, and you, behind but he always swore that he somehow would find a way back to you.

Continue flashback: Budapest, Hungary 1874

Vampirism had changed him. Gone was the sweet boy who lived as a hunter and pined after an innocent beauty and in his place was a man hardened by violence. He had been on his own for thirty years now, but still he had not aged a day over nineteen. His creator had been killed by a skilled vampire hunter and he had been barely lucky enough that he had escaped unscathed.
At the first possible moment, he had gone back to the little village on the coast of Australia to find you, but you were long gone. He even left flowers at your grave which had been among the rest of your family in that old plot of land he used to watch you garden in. The news of your death broke his heart. The idea of you and he together had been the only thing keeping him sane as he tore through life.

He remembered the first time after he saw you. He thought he had to have been dreaming, but there was no mistaking the jingle of laughter or the flip of your hair as you seduced that man at the party. It was you, it had to have been. Luke caught up with you after the party, catching you just  in time to watch as you finished draining the poor man you had ensnared.

“Y/N.” Your name ghosted of his lips like the words to a song. Your growl was enough warning for him to lunge out of the way as you pounced at him, fangs bared. “Y/N it’s me! It’s Lucas!” He yelled desperately trying to make you see that he was not a threat to you.

“I know who you are.” You spat, the soft voice he remembered so fondly stained with a bitter edge.

“How are you…how are you alive?” He had been so full of hope and oh how you had crushed him.

“I am alive, fueled only by my hate for you.” You lunged again, but this time he retaliated and with a simple twist he had snapped your neck. Tears streamed down his face as he took in your unconscious form. This is not what was supposed to happen. He left you alone on that dark street that night, but he had taken your bitterness with him. You were not what he thought you were, you were not what he had imagined you to be, and for that he hated you.

-End flashback-

His silence continued and so you filled it, telling him the story of how it was you had become this monster.
“You left just in time for the village to be raided. It was a battle like I had never seen before. The blood from the fight soaked into the soil. I can only assume that’s what attracted them. I was the only one they left alive. I don’t know why, but they saw something in me they said was worthy of an incredible gift.” You whispered softly. You hadn’t thought about that day for a long time and retelling it to Luke made it hurt a thousand times worse. “I shouldn’t have even been there. You were supposed to take me away from that. You said we would go away together and instead you left me to die. ”

Luke loosened his grip on you, the realization of his mistake hitting him at full force. You blamed him for your transformation and for your death. You had been hating each other for nonexistent reasons. If only he could make you see that it was a mistake, then you could be together forever. 
The slack in his grip was all you needed to wriggle free and in an instant you were out of the small flat and had run away into the night. He called out for you, begging you to come back and that you had the story wrong. But you had spent too long running from him to turn back now.

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Home | Rucas AU

Prompt: “Sometimes what you’re looking for is right where you left it.”
A/N: Idea inspired by the movie ‘Sweet Home Alabama.’
Chapter One: “Look what the cat dragged in.”
Word Count: 1,880

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“Lucas! You’re going the wrong way!” The tiny brunette screamed out. Her voice could barely be heard over the loud sounds of the summer storm. The forecast said it would be bad but Lucas didn’t care. She always loved the rain and he always loved her. Which meant he would do anything for her, which included going on a treasure hunt in the rain.

“I thought you wanted it back?” He called out, eyebrows raised. The rain poured down on them harder, flashes of lightning and roars of thunder could be heard in the distance. He waited for her to catch up with him. Her long French braids drenched, sticking to her face as she placed her hand on his shoulder to catch her breath.

“I do want it back but in case you didn’t notice there’s a storm happening.” She retorted, throwing her arms up towards the dark sky.

Lucas smirks at the brown eyed girl, “Are you going to be this much of a scaredy cat when we’re married?”

“I am not a scaredy cat!” She places her hands on her hips. “Besides, who said I wanted to marry you anyhow?”

Before he could answer, lightning struck a few yards down the beach causing them both to jump. The small boy grabs her hand, pulling her towards their destination.

“That’s what grownups do when they love each other –.” He continues, dragging along the reluctant girl. “C’mon we’re almost there.”

The two 10 year olds finally make it to their spot, a group of boulders that form a crawl space underneath. It was the place where they would spend most of their summers. Their own little secret hide out.

Lucas takes a plastic shovel out of his back pocket and starts to dig. After a few minutes of him throwing around the wet sand he sees it. A small shoe box labeled ‘RIP Beary.’

He pulls out the box and places it on the ground between them. He slowly lifts the lid to reveal a battered beaten up teddy bear with a missing face.

“Oh my god! Beary!” She smiles, clutching the bear to her chest. Lucas watched as she gently inspected the tattered stuffed animal, smiling to himself.

“I can’t believe you remembered where we buried him.” She looks at him in amazement.

He shrugs modestly, avoiding eye contact. She throws her arms around the blonde boy, giving him a tight hug. “Thank you, Lucas.”

As they pull away Lucas plants a quick peck on her lips, causing them both to blush. Their moment is interrupted by the sound of their parents.

Lucas peaks his head out of the hide out and see’s his mom and dad, along with her parents, walking the beach with flashlights in hand.

“Lucas?” Her mom calls out, flashing the light towards the water. “Riley?”

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“Riley?”

The sound of his voice breaks her trance. Her eyes settle on the handsome dark haired man kneeling before her.

“What do you say, Ri? Marry me?”

She looks up at the restaurant full of people with expectant looks on their faces. A few give her encouraging nods and she can’t help but smile.

“Yes, Evan.” She whispers, staring at the shiny diamond ring being slid onto her finger. “I would love to marry you.”

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Movies, Rain, and Almost-Kisses

Pairing: Rucas

Prompt requested by: Anonymous 

Background: Riley and Lucas are in their senior year of high school, but have decided to just be friends until they figure out what they’re going to do for college and the rest of their lives. However, Lucas has only agreed to this to make Riley happy. Can he stay true to his promise? Or will they both give into temptation?

“Lucas, what’s taking you so long?” Riley called to Lucas from the living room, turning slightly in her seat to face the kitchen without pulling her eyes away from the television screen. She could hear rustling coming from the cabinets - bags of rice, tortillas, her father’s favorite potato chips, all being tossed onto the counter as he rummaged through the entire contents of their pantry to find what he was looking for. 

“I can’t find the chocolate chips,” Lucas announced as he shut the last of the cabinet doors with a frustrated ‘bang.’ “We can’t have popcorn without chocolate chips, Riley, it’s just not right. What kind of people do you think we are?” He joked, coming around the dining room table to stand in front of it, thrusting his hands out to the side dramatically to show her how ridiculous the very thought of it was. 

Riley’s lips curled up into an amused smile as she busied herself with picking up the remote and flipping channels on the TV to avoid his gaze. “Did you check the top shelf next to the refrigerator with all the baking stuff?” 

“You mean the most obvious place in the entire kitchen?” Lucas scoffed, leaning back onto the table and narrowing his eyes at her. “Yes, Riley, of course I looked there!”

“Okay,” Riley bit her lip in an attempt to suppress her laughter, thinking to herself for a moment before turning back to look at Lucas. “Did you try my brother’s sock drawer?”

Lucas’ brows knitted together in confusion. “Why would there be chocolate chips-“

“Just check it!” Riley instructed, waving her hand as a way to dismiss him before turning back to the television screen. 

Turning on his heel to head towards Auggie’s room, Lucas shook his head at Riley, skepticism written all over his face. “Okay, but I don’t think they’re-“ There was moment of silence where Lucas dug through the drawer, pulling out socks of every color and tossing them onto Auggie’s bed. Finally, Lucas reached into the very back of the drawer and pulled out an unopened bag of chocolate chips.“Oh hey, found them!” 

“Told you! Now can you get in here so we can watch the movie?” Riley smirked at him as he hurried back into the living room and rounded the corner to plop beside her on the couch. 

Riley pressed play and their attention fell to the opening scene. Riley focused on the people moving across the screen in front of them, deliberately avoiding looking in Lucas’ direction as he poured the bag of chocolate chips into the giant bowl of popcorn sitting between them. 

“This is nice,” Riley announced, giving Lucas a sideways smile as she grabbed and handful of popcorn and leaned back into the couch. “Just two friends, watching a movie together. A nice, friendly friend movie that friends can watch together and be, you know…”

“Friendly?” Lucas guessed, raising his eyebrows at her as he tossed a piece of chocolate-covered popcorn into his mouth. 

“Yes, exactly!” Riley exclaimed, lurching forward so suddenly that half of the popcorn fell out of the bowl and onto the floor. “So we’re on the same page.”

“Hey, you agreed to this ‘let’s just be friends while we figure out what we’re doing with the rest of our lives,’ rule,” Lucas reminded her, not unkindly. “I’m just along for the ride until you come to your senses.”

“Well, thank you for respecting my wishes, Lucas,” Riley gently patted him on the back before leaning forward to scoop up the mess she had just made on the floor. “That means a lot to me.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, Riley,” Lucas told her, reaching out to let a reluctant hand hover over hers before drawing it quickly back into his own lap. He knew that he couldn’t hold her hand anymore. Not in the way he wanted to. Not in the way that meant something. 

They sat in silence for a moment, quietly watching the movie, both hyper aware that the other’s elbow was just inches from touching their own. Suddenly, Riley paused the movie and turned in her seat to look at Lucas.

“Riley, what is it-”

“Shhh,” Riley whispered, closing her eyes as she clutched his arm tightly. “Listen.”

Lucas blocked out all the other noises coming from the apartment, and focused only on the sounds coming from outside on the street. Sure enough, a second later he heard the soft thumping of rain against the window pane. 

“It’s raining.” Riley opened her eyes to meet Lucas’ gaze. “You hear it?”

“Yeah,” Lucas nodded, a faint smile creeping onto his lips. “I didn’t think it was supposed to rain at all this weekend.”

“Man, I love unexpected rain showers,” Riley beamed at Lucas as she pulled her legs up onto the couch and gently rested her chin on her knees. “I could listen to that pitter-patter sound that it makes on the roof for hours and hours and never get tired of it. It makes me feel so safe, so at home, you know?  Like the universe wanted you and me to be here at this exact moment, listening to the music that it made just for us. I probably sound like a crazy person but-“

“You gotta stop doing that.”

Riley’s eyes jerked up to meet Lucas’ gaze with a look of confusion. 

“What?” Riley furrowed her brows together as she tried to understand what he was talking about. 

“Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

Riley quickly averted her gaze to her hands resting carefully on her knees. She could feel Lucas’ eyes on her, and with every moment that they lingered, she could feel herself growing weaker and weaker. 

“But we’re friends, Lucas,” Riley sputtered out quickly, twisting her hands together nervously in her lap. “Friends don’t kiss, remember?”

“Tell me again why you wanted us to be just friends again?” Lucas asked, cautiously scooting closer to her on the couch so that their knees bumped together and Riley could smell the faint scent of the cologne she had bought him for Christmas last year. 

“That’s becoming hazier and hazier to me by the minute,” Riley admitted. “My head’s starting to do that fluttery thing it does when you’ve been upside down for too long.” 

“Mine too,” Lucas breathed, inching closer and closer and leaning towards her so that their noses were nearly touching. “It always does that when I’m with you.” 

Just as their heads titled, their lips grazing just enough to send goose bumps down Riley’s arm, the front door swung open and hit the wall with a bang, startling them into pulling apart and jumping to opposite ends of the couch. 

“Hey, Kiddies!” Josh greeted them, completely oblivious to the moment he had just ruined as he wiggled his way in between them, picking up the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table and shoveling a handful into his mouth. “Gross, who put chocolate in this?” Josh made a face as he shoved the bowl into Riley’s lap, reaching across Lucas to grab the remote from the other end of the couch. “What are we watching?”

“Meddlesome Uncle With Incredibly Bad Timing Fails to Take A Hint,” Lucas said under his breath, gripping the arm of the couch in annoyance as turned to glare at Josh. 

“Huh,” Josh shrugged, lifting the remote towards to TV and pressing play. “Never heard of it.” 

“Sure you have,” Riley assured him, looking past Josh to give Lucas a knowing smile. “You’ve lived it.” 

Riley settled back into her seat as she tried to push the almost-kiss out of her mind. But as the rain picked up outside, and the sound pounded in her ears, the very thought of not kissing Lucas Friar in the future seemed next to impossible. 

Requests are open!! 

Neon Signs

THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO GO GET YOUR HART :)

*Announcer voice* Introducing the fic that did not want to be written or put online…


Hi there everybody! It is I, Des, and let me just tell you it took a lot for me to get this piece of work here! It is long (long, long, very long) so Tumblr absolutely hated it and shut down on me several times because of that. It has also been deleted against my will twice in one day so this is not the original and it may not be as good but I still like it and I hope you do too! Please enjoy the fruits of my labor! So! Let’s get this show on the road!


A sequel to Go Get Your Hart, a fic in which: Absolutely everybody ships Lucaya always, and Lucas Friar is a Lucas Friar of epic proportions, there is miming, there is painting, there is a Box Theory and there are signs literally everywhere Lucas looks. 


WARNING: This fic is also eight thousand three hundred and eighty (8,380!)  words long. I suggest that you sit down. Or maybe grab a cup of tea. You might be here a while.


I also suggest that you listen to Signs by Bloc Party as you read the end of this fic, if you are into that kind of thing, because I listened to that song repeatedly while writing this and it was epic and amazing.


Okay! Y’all ready for this! *Space Jam. Always Space Jam*

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“Okay, pause.” Missy says firmly, her hand held up in a stop motion and Lucas freezes from where he’s been pacing on her dorm floor for the past ten minutes. “So, what’s the problem?”

“I’m in love with Maya.” Lucas says slightly breathlessly and his fingers gravitate to his hair to pull on it because oh my god.

Missy stares at him for a long moment before arching a brow, her lips slowly curling.

“Wait, that’s it?”

Missy!” Lucas hisses in irritation and Missy just starts cackling like she has never cackled before, pulling her floral patterned cell phone out of her pajama shorts. “What are you doing?”

“Texting Billy to come over,” Missy says through chuckles, and Lucas rolls his eyes. “Oh, this is too good.”

“Why are we friends?” Lucas bemoans frustratedly, and Missy just shakes her head in amusement.

“Because you’re an idiot sometimes and I know pretty much everything. Plus you can carry heavy stuff.”


Billy can carry heavy stuff.”


“Yeah, but he always complains about it.” Missy says with a scrunch of her nose and Lucas looks at her incredulously for a moment because sometimes he questions if she is even real.

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An Anchor for the Soul

Author: hashtaglucaya
Rating: T
Genres: fluff, humor, future-fic

Prompt: Fifteen years after the current timeline of the show, Maya and Lucas, Riley and Farkle dig up their time capsule, along with their parents, shawn and/or their kids. 

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best birthday ever.

fandom: girl meets world
pairing: riley matthews x lucas friar 
word count: 1,580
prompt: “who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?” - written for day four of rucas fanfiction week
notes: so i went away from the prompt just a tad bit, but don’t worry it still involves rucas + 4am ice cream + him breaking into her room. this takes place when they’re in high school and have been together for two-ish years (so their junior year) 

Cracking one eye open, Riley groans softly to herself. There has been an incessant tapping noise on her window for the last, oh five minutes, and for the first four she had convinced herself that it was the wind, and for the last 45 seconds she had been chalking it up to a dream, but she can’t escape the truth. Someone is outside her window and there’s a good chance that she’s about to get murdered.

The window isn’t locked, she can’t remember the last time it was, and her friends and family were always warning her that someday someone would realize her window was open and do something. Of course, it was always said with a smirk and laughter, but now, she was unarmed and someone was definitely coming to kill her.

She was going to die, and on her 17th birthday, how rude.

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Call Me James | Rucas Fanfic

Rucas one shot inspired by one of my favorite episodes of Boy Meets World where a professor hits on Topanga.
tw: sexual harassment*

When Riley and Lucas both got into their dream university they could not be more thrilled. It just so happened that it was the same school. They would have been down to do the long distance thing with each other but things worked out in their favor so they weren’t complaining. Unlike Riley’s parents did, they don’t share a dorm room. She has her roommate, a quiet girl named Nicky that’s almost never there and Lucas has one of his own as well.
An over the top, big mouth, trouble maker. Yeah you guessed it. 
His best friend Zay.

How they ended up at the same university is beyond Lucas.

Actually it’s not.

He specifically remembers Zay asking him ‘where are WE going to college’. He’s a handful but Lucas is glad he’s around. They keep each other out of trouble.

The only class the three of them have together is literature and that’s only because it’s mandatory. The professor is surprisingly really cool. It might be because he’s a lot younger than most of the teachers here but he seems to know his stuff, he’s really laid back and easy to understand. Everyone loves him.

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I Hunger For Your Beautiful Embrace

Epilogue

Legatus Harry is governor of Capua and Dominus of his estate. He governs with a firm and harsh rule and has never been known to be soft. That is until Louis comes into his life. A beautiful slave who creeps into Harry’s house and heart.

But in the times of Ancient Rome, when sex, wars, and death are the entertainment of the times, life and love are rare commodities.

A/N: This was inspired by the show Spartacus and certain situations will be similar. I took quite a few creative liberties with the myth told in this epilogue…. I mixed Greek and Roman myths and then changed it around a bit so don’t be picky about the accuracy please :)

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Outfit Spotting in ‘Girl Meets Demolition’

I don’t really know what possessed me to do this, but I got caught up trying to see how many of the season 1 outfits I could recognize in Girl Meets Demolition. Figured I might as well make a post about it.

I’ve really come to enjoy the fashion on the show, so this was fun for me.

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Resurfaced

Title: Resurfaced 

Pairing: Rucas 

Summary: This is the first part of a short three part ficlet that I wrote awhile ago and just now decided to finish. It takes place during senior prom in which Riley and Lucas reconnect after being separated for six months. Lucas has moved on, but seeing Riley in her prom dress the way he always imagined seeing her, stirs up old emotions that he soon realizes never really went away in the first place. 

Riley tugged at the waist of her cream-colored lace gown, wondering why she had chosen a dress that clung to her body so uncomfortably. She had been standing in line for the bathroom for the past ten minutes, silently cursing herself for having that second glass of champagne on the limo ride to the hotel when she heard a voice calling out to her from the other end of the hallway.  

“Farkle said you weren’t going to be here.” 

Riley whirled around to see Lucas leaning casually against the wall behind her, looking at her as though he had just seen a ghost. 

“Yeah well,” Riley muttered to the floor, focusing on the circular pattern etched into the carpet.“I was told there’d be free cake so… Here I am.”

Lucas pushed himself off the wall to take a few steps closer, keeping in step with the movement of the bathroom line. 

“It’s been a while.” It was a statement, not a question, and Riley gritted her teeth as she held in her desire to push him down and run in the opposite direction. 

“Six months,” she corrected him, turning to look him directly in the eyes as the line stopped right at the entrance to the women’s restroom. “We haven’t spoken in six months, Lucas.”

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Collide Prt. 3

Prompt: Riley Matthews is a struggling writer who works as a bartender to pay off her student loans. Lucas Friar is a rich kid from Texas who’s lost his way. One night fate brings them together causing their two different worlds to collide.
A/N: This chapter is mainly to give a little bit of backstory on Riley and its meant to be the lead up to her opening up to Lucas and explaining why she’s changed so much since high school. Obviously something went down between her and Maya which caused the switch in personalities. I also wanted to include her second guessing her initial judgement of Lucas. Hope this wasn't too boring. xo
Word Count: 2,070
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Part 3 - “Our Spot.”

I considered calling him but in the end I decided no good would come of it. No matter how charming or relentless he was we were still from two different worlds. He’s champagne and trust funds and I’m cheap beer and student loans.

Every so often I get a few days off and it just so happened that this week was the week where my presence wasn’t needed at work. We were over staffed for the weekend so Lou offered me a three day vacay and I took it.

Whenever I do have off I like to drive down to Connecticut and visit one of my oldest friends, Isaiah. He and I met in high school and got along straight away. He is probably the funniest person I’ve ever met. He’s witty and clever and always has the best stories. We had a short lived fling for a while but it was over before it ever really started. We both knew we were doing it for the wrong reasons and we also knew we were better off as friends.

I get the closest parking spot on the street than I can find and figure its best to just walk the rest of the way. Downtown New Haven is beautiful in the fall. It’s a thing New England is known for but it’s the beautiful architecture and small shops that surround the green that really make it pop.

Zay moved to CT right after graduation. He was a drama major at Southern State and after that he started performing in plays and productions of musicals. He was close enough to the city for him to commute if he needed to but he had his own little actor’s studio here and a loft right above where he lived. Big enough for just one with huge windows that overlooked the town square. It’s in my top 5 favorite places to be.

I walk in just in time to catch the ending of what sounded like Cell Block Tango. I stand quietly towards the back until they’re finished to avoid any interruptions. Once their rehearsal is over Zay spots me in the back and waves me over.

“Well if it isn’t Cotton Candy Face.” He chuckles, “C’mere you.” He pulls me in for a hug and I can’t help but sink into it. Sometimes you don’t know how much you need a hug from a friend until you get it. Nothing was wrong, it was just one of those days where you just don’t feel like yourself.

“I needed that.” I sigh when I finally let him go.

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Ticklish Preference 4/4

Request; Nope. This is just another old one from my other blog. -Gabby

Luke: 

 I stood in the kitchen looking up at the top shelf where my favorite mug was currently sitting. It was moments like this one that I hated living with a 6 ft giant noodle boy. As much as I loved Luke, I hated that he put everything where I couldn’t reach it.

With a sigh I stood up on my tip toes in hopes of retrieving my mug but failed.

Just as I was looking around the kitchen to find something I could stand on Luke appeared in the doorway in nothing but his boxers.

“Luuuuuuuke” I whined out, giving him my best pouty face.

“Huh?” he yawned and reached up to cover his mouth.

Without saying anything I turned to reach for the cup and pouted again. This is how I got him to do things for me. He couldn’t resist my pouty face  and we both knew it. Plus, it was his fault in the first place for putting things where I couldn’t reach them.

“Alright, alright. I’ll get it for you” he said, making his way across the kitchen to where I was standing.

Instead of moving me to the side so he could reach, he just placed his hand on my hip and grabbed the cup. No effort was needed for him to accomplish this.

Placing the cup on the counter he stepped back slightly and put his other hand on my waist and pulled me into his chest.

“Thank you for getting my mug for me” I breathed out while snuggling closer into him.

“Mhm” he sighed, moving his hands up under my shirt to my waist and giving a little squeeze, causing me to let out a tiny giggle.

It was in this moment Luke discovered my weakness.

Pulling back from me just a little he looked down at me and smiled, raising one of his eyebrows.

“Oh? Is my little girl ticklish right there?” his grin got bigger as he said it and he got an evil look in his eyes.

“No!” I squeaked out, trying to pull away from him but in doing so it only made his grip tighten, earning him another giggle “Lucas don’t even think about it!” I half shouted, but it was no use.

He pulled me into him again and began tickling me. Sending me into a fit of laughter with tears coming out.

“Luke! Stop!” I yelled “You’re gonna kill me!” I couldn’t stop laughing as I struggled to pull free of his grip.

“Never!’ he laughed out “I finally found your weakness!”

Just when I thought all hope was lost, I managed to get free and ran from the kitchen.

As I rounded the corner into the living room I could hear his footsteps right behind me so I ran and climbed over the couch. Putting it in between us so he couldn’t get me.

“Stop right there mister!” I pointed at him with my eyebrows both raised up. “If you come any closer I will bite you” I tried to sound menacing but he just laughed at me.

“Oh? Is that a promise?” he wiggled his eyebrows at me, and slowly made his way to the couch, climbing over it with more ease than I had.

I cursed him and his long legs. The second he was in front of me he grabbed my waist again and pulled me towards him as he walked us back, making us fall onto to the couch with me on top of him.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the surprise of falling on the couch.

“You’re a child Luke” I giggled, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“I believe I was promised more than a kiss if I came any closer”

“You dork” I laughed again and bit his exposed shoulder “there you big baby”

“That’s not what I was hoping for” he pouted at me, sticking his bottom lip out, and tickling me once again.

“Hey! No fair!” I said trying to pull away, but he just pulled me in closer, throwing both of us sideways so we were now laying across the couch, face to face. Which is how we spent the rest of the day.

Calum: 

 “Babe!” Calum shouted from the kitchen “Do you want a drink?”

“No! I’m fine!” I yelled back.

“Yes you are” he said as he walked into the living room, plopping down on the end of the couch with a drink in his hand.

“Oh you’re so smooth Hood” I gave him a smile and a wink before stretching out along the couch and placing my feet in his lap.

“Shut up you love it” he said picking up the remote to change the channel from the show I had been watching.  

“Hey!” I said, as I lightly nudged his stomach with my foot “I was watching that you dick!”

“Not anymore!” he dropped the remote and grabbed my foot so he could keep me from kicking him again, which resulted in me pulling my foot away.

“Hey that’s mine now” he said grabbing me by my ankle and putting my foot back on his lap, holding it there so I couldn’t move it. “My foot” he whispered lightly tickling the bottom of it, making me scream and try to pull it away.

“Calum! Don’t!” I struggled to pull my foot free but he only held onto it tighter, getting an evil look in his eyes. “Don’t you dare” I said glaring at him.

This seemed to only encourage  him though as he began tickling my foot again, not stopping till I was gasping for breath, my face bright red.

“Haha! You should see your face! You look like you’re gonna pass out!” he laughed as he continued to hold my foot.

“Stop! It hurts!” I cried out, holding my sides from laughing so hard.

“Aw! Does y/n want me to kiss it better?” he said with a smirk across his face.

“No! I don’t want your kisses you big bully!”

Before I knew what was happening he was getting up and climbing on top of me, pressing me into the couch.

“You love my kisses and you know it” he growled and crushed his mouth to mine, catching me off guard. “Admit it!” he said before kissing me again. “Or I won’t stop”

“Fine! I love your kisses!” I laughed as he kissed me again but didn’t get off of me. He just stayed there.

“Are you going to get up anytime soon? You’re crushing me”

“Nope. I have found my new favorite spot” he said pressing himself into me more, and nuzzling his face into my neck, giving it a small kiss.

Michael: 

 “Luke!” I screamed as I ran towards him, and away from my best friend Michael “Save me!’ I said as I hid behind him, holding onto his shoulders hoping to use him as my human shield.

“Save you from what?” he laughed.

“Michael!” I said “he has discovered my ticklish spot and is trying to catch me. If he does he said he’s gonna tickle me till I pee myself ” I stood up on my tip toes to look over Luke as I said this. Spotting Michael coming towards us.

“I found you! Ha! He can’t save you from me!’ Michael yelled as he got closer to us.

“Run away Y/n! Run away!” Luke yelled, moving away from me leaving me on my own.

“You traitor!” I shouted as I took off down the hall again.

“You can run but you can’t hide! I will find you Y/n!’ Michael yelled in a sing song voice.

Fearing getting caught I turned the corner and hid in a dark hallway of the venue they were supposed to be playing tonight. I was starting to regret agreeing to come visit them while on tour. As much as I missed my best friends, it was hard because Michael found every chance he could to torture me.

“Here kitty kitty! Come out and play!” He sang as he got closer.

I put my hand up to my mouth in hopes that he wouldn’t hear me and in turn, find me. But it was no use.

He rounded the corner and saw me, his eyes getting big and a chesire cat grin spread across his face.

“Aha! I  found you!” he laughed, coming towards me with his hands out.

“No! Michael don’t!” I let out a sound that was a mix between a laugh and a scream while backing away from him until my back hit the wall and I had nowhere to run.

“I’ll only stop if you admit that I am the greatest of all the greatest best friends” he said as he stepped in front of me and began tickling my sides making me laugh and scream at the same time.

“Never! I will never say it!” I yelled in between laughs.

“Then your fate is sealed.” he laughed and continued his attack to my sides.

Deciding I couldn’t take it anymore I caved.

“Alright Alright!” I said holding my hands up “You win! You’re the greatest of all the greatest best friends! Just please stop!”

“Yes! I win! You have admitted defeat!” He said, throwing both hands up into the air and smiling.

That was what I was waiting for. As soon as he moved his hands I pushed myself off of the wall and started running again.

“Haha! I was lying! You are the worst of the worst best friends!” I shouted behind me and kept running.

“Oh you are so dead when I catch you y/n!” Michael yelled as he started chasing me again.

“You have to catch me first though!” I laughed, continuing down the hall, praying he gave up before he actually caught up to me.

Ashton: 

 “Good morning princess” I felt Ashton breathe against my neck from behind me, and wrap his arm around my waist pulling me against his chest.

“Mmmm” was the only response I gave, not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed.

“Come on, it’s time to get up” He said kissing my cheek and tickling my waist, causing me to yelp and roll forward.

“Nooooo. Too early” I whined back at him.

I loved my boyfriend, but I did not love how early he woke up. I just was not a morning person. Yet every morning he tried his hardest to get me up at the same time as him.

“Nuh uh. We have stuff to do today babe” Ashton chuckled, rolling towards me and giving my side another tickle, this time earning a laugh and a scream.

“Ash don’t! That tickles!” I pouted, rolling over to face him only to be greeted by his devil smile.

“Uh uh! No way! Don’t you dare!” I half yelled as he attached his hand to my side and began tickling me.

“I think I’ve found the best way to wake you up y/n!” he laughed as he tickled me.

I thrashed around the bed in hopes he would stop but only succeeding in moving myself closer to the edge of the bed and falling. Taking half the blankets with me.

“OW!” I shouted “Look what you did butt head!” as I said this his head popped up over the side of the bed, his long hair falling in his eyes.

“Hey! At least I got you out of bed!” He smiled.

“Yeah but as punishment I’m not going to kiss you all day!” I said wrapping the blankets around me and walking to our bathroom to get ready.

I could hear Ashton scrambling from the bed and following me “You don’t meant that do you?” he said in a somewhat panicked voice, but I just kept walking.

“Come on Y/n! I didn’t mean to make you fall!” He whined as I shut the bathroom door and started laughing.

“You’re so mean!” he yelled through the door, so I opened it, laughing at his pout and reaching my hand out to pull him to me.

“Come here!” I said and gave him a kiss while laughing.

The Riley Diaries Pt16

AU: Riley Matthews is a regular teen,until one day,she is not. Can moving away erase your past? Can you ever move on if you don’t actually accept it? Riley Matthews was a regular teen,until one day,she wasn’t.

A/N: Yay, I was actually able to write another part and I am finally introducing Mr. Zay Babineaux. This part is nothing special but I still hope you will like it. I am trying to make the story 20 parts but due to the lack of time lately I am wondering if I should continue to write after I finish it. I would like to hear your thoughts on the matter so you can message me or come to my inbox - it’s always open. Also, so sorry for using songs so often but I am obsessed with couples who sing to each other so yolo haha
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“It’s been two months since I left Honey Grove, two very long but peaceful months. I live with Josh’s roommate – Zay, who is one of the funniest people I have ever met. He has been really nice to me – taking me out, showing me around, doing everything to keep my mind off you know who and everything that happened that day at the cafeteria. Why am I still writing entries in a diary you would ask? Because I understood that you can’t keep anything bottled up inside. If anything happens, I just pour it out on paper, or go to Zay. He is a really great listener and had quite the run in the relationship department so he knows what’s up. Josh has been staying at my parent’s house to be with Maya. They are still going strong and I couldn’t be happier for both of them. I have been talking to Maya non-stop the past few months, she is like a sister to me – and who knows, she may be my aunt one day. She and Josh are coming for the weekend so I am really excited to see them and have some fun.”

“Hey, Cotton Candy Face,” Zay said, walking in the room, “I am taking you to this bar tonight - it’s an open mic night, it’s time you kill ‘em all with that voice.”

“I told you we are not going,” I laughed and threw an apple his way, “I don’t want to sing anymore.”

“Come on, sweety,” Zay caught the apple and said, sitting down, “I know you think about him when you sing but it’s time you completely move on, even if you don’t want to.”

“I know,” I sighed, “You are right, I will come with you.”

“That’s my girl,” Zay pinched my cheek and took a bite of his green apple, “And Josh is coming home in a bit, we have to take him and his beautiful girlfriend out to have fun.”

“I already said yes,” I laughed and got up, “We will go, I promise.”

“Do we share a psychic connection or something,” Josh said walking in, “You stand up even before I come through the door now?”

“Joshy,” I yelled out and ran into his arms, “I have missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you, too, niece,” Josh spun me around and hugged me tight, “A lot.”

“Don’t lie,” He put me down and I looked behind him, “You have been pretty busy with that blonde beauty right there.”

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