Today we’ve got a few authors we think you should all read. We won’t list specific stories today, we’ll just give you links to their catalogues. Some you might have missed, some have moved on, but all are amazing and you should totally go and binge read their stuff. *some do write more than just Rucas*
Texas and the Moment- What happens if Riley went back to the campfire in Texas because she realized she made a mistake. But when she gets there, she sees the moment Lucas and Maya shared by the flames.
The Road Trip (still in progress) :chapter 1 │chapter 2 │chapter 3│chapter 4│chapter 5│chapter 6│chapter 7│chapter 8 │chapter 9 Riley is twenty-one years old, who does whatever she is supposed do. She stays in her safe zone never wondering out, until something happens that makes her rethink her life. Riley decides to do something for herself and hit the road for a solo trip. While trying to figure out her life and find inspiration to start writing, she meets a green eyed stranger. Is it possible to feel an instant connection with someone, and know they are the one for you? Riley and the stranger seem to think so, but will something come in the way of stopping them from being together?
A Road to a Better Life (still in progress): found here*violence and suicide mentioned in later chapters. I’m not sure if I have trigger warnings* Riley leaves her little town of Twin Falls after transferring to the University of Long Beach. She has a history with panic attacks, how will she deal with them all alone? Will things change when she meets a handsome green eyed man through her bouncy blonde new roommate? What happens when she runs into an old friend from home?
pairing: riley and lucas warning: just a drabble I wrote last night while I went to bed. lucas and riley is living together, they are probably 24/25 in here. it’s a one-shot and my first rucas fic ever so I hope you guys like it and don’t mind the typos.
When Riley rolls down to his side of the bed, she is still asleep. But when the lack of warmth that was usually given to her by the body that was supposed to be there is gone, she opens her eyes instantly and starts scanning the room, until her eyes catches a glimpse of a tall shadow standing next to the bay window of their new apartment. She watches him silently for a couple of minutes, but taken out o curiosity she calls for him.
“Lucas?” her voice is just a whisper at the middle of the night, yet his whole body shivers at the sound of it. He turns around to face the brown haired girl sitting up on their bed. “I’m sorry for waking you, babe.” Lucas apologizes while taking two steps towards her. “It’s okay, you didn’t.” He climbs on the left side of the bed, already making space for Riley to lay her head in his naked chest. It’s cold, yet Lucas skin is always warm. Riley doesn’t say it, but she loves how his body heat her up immediately after they touch. “What were you doing?” she asks, sleepy, and Lucas draws tiny little paths on her shoulder. “I was watching the sky. It’s full of stars tonight.” Riley knows how much Lucas loves the stars and how much he misses the Texas sky. “It’s okay to miss home…” her voice is barely audible, but Lucas hears it and can’t help himself from smiling. “I know. But I wasn’t thinking about that.”
Although Riley is interested in talking with the green eyed boy holding her close to him, she is so tired. And before she could reply him, she fell back to sleep, but not before humming something he couldn’t understand.
He kisses her forehead and bring her body even closer to his, overwhelmed by the familiar flowery smell that comes from her hair.
He stares at her, peacefully sleeping, and he thinks to himself about the sky outside, his heart melting in realization.
Lucas has a sky of his own – he is holding it. And Riley is all of the stars he needs.
A fic where Oliver teaches John Diggle Jr. archery with Felicity and John watching from afar.
“I can’t do this, it’s too hard!” the younger Diggle whined as he threw the small bow to the lawn.
Oliver shook his head slowly, bending down to pick up the gift he’d given him not even three hours ago. “John it take time and lots of practice.” He stated kindly as his nephew practically fell to the ground with a slight thud.
“I told dad this was a bad idea,” he slowly grunted.
Oliver sighed. “Why is that?” he asked softly as he came to sit beside him. He placed a comforting hand on his back and waited as he mulled over his next few words. John was so much like his namesake with his quiet demeanor and thoughtful presence. It made Oliver laugh when they were side by side. Digg would thoughtfully stroke his chin and his son would follow. They were mirror images of the other. He moved and so did his son. He laughed with his head thrown back and Johnny would do the same. Lyla said they were two of a kind always in tandem and never apart.
Oliver’s own mulling was broken when the mini John finally spoke. “What if I never hit the target like you do Uncle Oliver? What if I never figure it out?” His voice faded slightly when he then asked, “What if dad’s no longer proud of me?” Oliver’s head fell as John pulled at the freshly mowed lawn.
“Come on get up and take the bow.” His voice was stern but focused. His goal was simple.
John looked over with fear. “No Uncle Oliver I can’t do it, I’ll just fail again,” he said as he echoed his previous words.
Oliver grasped his shoulder and gave his a slight squeeze. “The first time I tried to use a bow I failed, and then the second time was no better. It took quite a few attempts until I was able to hit anything much less the target.”
John looked up and smiled. “Really! But, but you’re so good now!” he exclaimed which made Oliver’s heart melt.
“Yeah buddy I was horrible but with…” he let his voice drop, his eyebrows raised as he waited for John to answer.
“Practice. But with practice you became great,” he finished as he moved to stand.
Oliver grinned with pride, “Yes so are you ready to try again?” He asked in earnest as John once more touched the edge of the small bow.
pairing: riley and lucas warning: the rtss was talking about how much we like angsty rucas and this scene came to my mind right away. dedicated to @allthingsrucas and @rileym-rowanb.
“Get out!” Riley screamed to her boyfriend, pushing the green eyed boy through the door. “Riley, I’m-” Lucas couldn’t finish his sentence; the loud bang of the door closing at his face cut him off.
Lucas sighed, he didn’t even know why Riley was so mad at him. He hadn’t done anything. At least he didn’t think so.
When usually Riley acted like that, the best thing was to leave her alone for a while. As much as he didn’t want to go anywhere, Lucas walked to the living room reluctantly. Should he leave or wait for her to calm down?
He rubbed the back of his neck trying to think of a better way to handle this stupid fight - which he had no idea how started. A probably bad idea came across his mind. Lucas feared that maybe she would slam the door once again at him, but it was worth to try.
Tears were glowing in Riley’s rose cheeks and a quiet sob left out of her throat. She felt terrible. She knew she had overreactated and felt bad about snapping out on Lucas.
She was sitting in her bed, staring blankly at the mirror. Her heartbeat slowing every time a new tear danced down her face. She hadn’t noticed the pair of green eyes watching her throughout the glass, at least not until he lifted the window and came in to the room as silently as he could’ve been.
Riley shifted her body to stare at his gaze and she couldn’t run any faster than she did. In less than one second, their bodies were embraced and Lucas’s arms was holding her so tightly it was hard for Riley to breathe.
“I’m sorry, Riley,” his lips were pressed against her forehead and his voice sounded muffled.
“No, Lucas, I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean to snap like that,” she found a way to free herself from his arms and looked right into his eyes. Lucas felt like she was looking at his soul.
He didn’t answer. His lips crashed against hers and Riley felt a multitude of feelings rushing through her body as she could taste the mint breath in his mouth.
This kiss was different, it was better than all of the countless others they shared. If this is how it feels when we make up…, Lucas let the thought vanished as Riley separeted their lips, gasping for a hint of air.
He brushed the last tear in her face with his finger.
“You can’t make me leave, Riley,” his mouth turned into a soft smile. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know,” she replied, laying her head on his chest. “I won’t let you.”
Dragging himself up the few stairs to his loft apartment– Fuck, he hadn’t been here in what had felt like forever. Well– Philip had been here earlier on in the day, making sure that the sub-letter didn’t turn his place upside down, and to put things back to where he wanted them to be. But other than that, he was distracting himself with his surroundings. Nothing would be more depressing than chilling around in his quiet house the day of his return.
But nonetheless, he forced his tired feet up to the small patio in front of his door. Turning the key within the lock, only to swing the door open and kick his shoes off.
“Just uh– Make yourself at…– Just chill, or whatever. I dunno. I’ll just go grab the wine.” Before he disappeared behind the corner wall, Philip halted, “And uh– don’t mind the mess. Still getting shit in order. So…– Yeah, okay.”
With that, he was on his way towards the kitchen; only to recall he barely had any food to offer. Just a few bags of chips. More alcohol than anything– and to be honest, he didn’t consider that a bad thing.