#Wow--I actually drew a group shot of them all and made it look good! :D

[loupy-mongoose]

If the dragon crew roar in unison for intimidation or confident purposes, or just for fun, does Petal do her best lil' scyther impression of a dragon type roar to join in? :3 Just... Dragons: ROAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!! Petal: MRAAAAAAH!!! All the dragons nod like "Yes, absolutely, perfect, good job Petal"

Ye, they'd be very supportive of their surrogate dragon. XD

[stableoftheunstable]

a/n: this hasn’t been proofread so good luck :D

inspo for this was someone on tumblr 😓😓

warnings: degrading and slapping is heavily used, swearing, smoking,

stoner eren >>> 😁😁

for music vibes:

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The light of your phone gleamed with a text that read "you coming?" Briefly you glanced at your phone before replying with a simple "yeah, be there in 5" grabbing your stuff off your bed you headed for the door and quickly you glanced at yourself in your mirror, your old joggers and random hoodie you found on the floor stared back at you in the mirror. You briefly sighed before leaving your dorm room, after hopping down the stairs you reached Connie's dorm, before you could even knock the door swung open almost as whoever opened it could hear your enduring footsteps and to no surprise Jean lured over you, his eyes almost pierced through your skin, "you look hot" he said as he shot you a cheesy grin. "oh, shut up you perv" your eyes rolled before you pushed him aside, "eesh... sucks to be you Jean," Connie's voice echoed as you walked further into the room. Sasha and Connie laid on the ground unbothered by what was going on around them and Eren sat on Connie's bed scrolling through his phone.

Without a care you collapsed onto the bed next to Eren, his icy eyes peered at you before gently sighing and went back to scrolling through his phone. "Are we getting high or what, I got places to be." he asked clapping his hands together, Connie shot his head up and directed Eren towards the container kept in a spare draw. "sure, he does," Sasha whispered to Connie followed by the two of them laughing. Fascinated your eyes stayed fixated on Eren's movements, his hair was thrown in a messy bun and the rings on his fingers clanked on the containers.

"You can stop staring y/n" Sasha giggled before throwing food into her mouth. Awkwardly you mimed towards her to shut up, " ew jeager? You could do better," jean snickered , Eren rolled his eyes at him and went to respond before he was interrupted "Like you're any better" Connie chuckled adding in his two cents with Sasha cheering him on before sitting , "Bro you literally have no hair," Jean snapped towards him, you and Sasha snicker at Jeans remark as Connie murmured "shut up..," Eren slid back next you and pulled out the grinder from the container, "you roll?" Eren asked with his azure eyes looking down at you "Of course she can't, she doesn't smoke like that" Connie uttered, the rest of the group laughed as you kept your face stern. He wasn't wrong you've only smoked a few times and had a few edibles but never actually made it. Eren furrowed his eyebrows awaiting your answer.

With no idea if you actually could you nodded as Eren slid he tray onto your lap, aimlessly you stared at the tray your eyes grew wide as you tried to remember all the times you've seen Connie do it. Noticing your blatant confusion Eren laughed before taking the tray back "I'll do it for you, don't worry princess" he softly chuckled as you felt yourself crawl back into your skin due to embarrassment, as much as you don't want to get butterflies over one of your oldest and closest friends, but you couldn't help but melt under his voice and the little pet name he called you, you and Eren sat their aimlessly looking at each other with what felt like pure and utter lust.

"Listen lovebirds, eye fuck in your own time" Jean sneered looking at you and Eren, his face displaying his clear jealousy. In the far corner of the room Connie and Sasha who laughed what appeared from Connie's phone. They looked more like a couple than ever his head laid in her lap as she circled his lower back, you couldn't help but feel jealous. Not at them but at what they had with each other it was cute to be honest, they'd always seem happy together and honestly went hand in hand it was a shame they didn't just commit.

Eren rolled the blunt in his calloused hands, his eyes fixated on aligning everything right every breath he exhaled was softer than the last, his tongue tried to lick along the rolling paper however his piercing kept getting slightly in the way. Eren turned towards you and asked, "do you mind just licking across for me?" His slightly hooded eyes locked into yours he brought it towards your mouth as hesitant as you were, you swiftly licked the paper catching some loose specks of weeds on your tongue, you could see his gentle smirk as he looked down on you, the silver if his tongue piercing peaking through. "Thanks, beautiful" he whispered before rolling the joint. Your stomach churned as butterflies fluttered violently his thanks making them worse, your cheeks violently blushed.

The reflection of the rings on his finger showed a bright gleam as they wrapped around his index finger, the loose sleeve of his hoodie rolled up and a fresh tattoo peered from his sleeve, a Japanese dragon swarmed up his forearm with his veins lightly popping up leaving them on display, his hair was thrown up into a sleek messy man bun showing a freshly cut undercut that shaped his face. You couldn't help but stare at him in all this glory as much as you hate to admit he looked attractive as the lights of Connies room hit him or maybe it was how late it was? But something pulled you into the idea of him, breaking rules, risking it all just for each other.

By the time you finished swatting the ideas of him from your mind, Eren was done with wrapping the blunt and searched for a lighter. Jean noticed your infatuation with Eren "Eren, do you clean your tongue piercing after every bitch you fuck?" Jean spat out; his face screwed towards Eren.

Why was he being so hostile?

You had no clue, yes you had a thing? But that was so long ago, like years ago. Sasha abruptly lifted her head and b-lined her eyes to meet with yours, the two of you tried your hardest to communicate with each other trying not to draw attention to yourself.

Looking at Jean in utter disgust, "No shit bitch. Of course, I do. Do you wash your hands every time your fingers are deep in a girl?" Eren found the lighter and sat back down. After Eren's words the room fell flat "Jean please tell me you do." Connie questioned scared of the answers he may get back. The room paused and all your faces turned to Jean waiting for the obvious response of yes and yet no reply. "BRO, even I wash my hands" Sasha uttered after going over her words, "What do you mean 'even I wash my hands' huh?" Connie asked lifting his head from Sasha's lap. Sasha's eyes dilated in worry before swiftly saying "I meant 'I'd' !!". Connie, still naive as ever got rid of his confused face and laid back in her lap making Sasha look up and mouth 'thank god' before diverting everyone's attention back to Jean. You giggled at Sasha catching on what she was saying followed her lead on diverting the attention. "That's just so wrong... all the times I took stuff from your hands-" you couldn't help the look that grew on your face. "I usually just shove my fingers in her mouth. You know? Let her take care of it" Jean stammered. "And it gets worse... Jean stop talking" Connie shook his head in disbelief. "Jeez I'd hate to be the girl fucking you wow" you stated, "Just for that you're getting this blunt last," Eren voiced.

Following from his words Eren pursed his lips and lit the blunt in his mouth, he softly inhaled allowing the smoke to filtrate his lungs before he exhaled it all back out and his back slumping along with it, the smoke blew in your direction clouding your sight. Through the smoke Eren's hand reached out to you with the blunt intertwined in his fingers, without hesitation you picked it up and placed it upon your lips you tried to inhale but you felt the smoke roll to the back of your throat causing you to cough it all back up, choking on the smoke laughter from Sasha and Connie echoed throughout. Caving of embarrassment, you handed the blunt to Sasha while trying to regain the saliva back to your mouth. As the smoke cleared Eren asked if you were okay as your eyes drew tears from the failure of inhaling. "You need to relax your body y/n, otherwise it'll roll back" After being passed round in a circle the blunt ended back in Eren's hand.

"Wanna try something?" he asked, the huskiness of his voice coming through. Trusting him you nodded "Follow my lead okay? Don't tense up okay, I'm not going to hurt you." Eren pulled you closer towards him his cologne radiating onto yours, he took a long hit from the blunt and instead of exhaling he approached your slips and slowly blew smoke into your mouth. At this point you were inhaling the smoke at the same time he blew it towards your mouth. Your body almost froze. You felt beyond intoxicated, Eren rested his empty hand on your bottom lip, slightly pulling it down make it available to intake the smoke. He pulled away revealing the cheesiest grin you've ever seen him have, Eren tilted his head down to your ear and whispered "Good job princess" before passing the blunt to someone in the midst.

A "holy fuck" slipped from Sasha's mouth as the smoke draped into your mouth, your head filled with thoughts, wishing you could of edged closer to just kiss him. Despite the thoughts you could feel the high start to hit, you traced your fingers up Eren's bare forearm all the way to his lips and dragged it back down. The whites of his eyes were being dragged by the redness his high pulled on, his hands clung to your waist as you fell onto his broad shoulder. Despite Eren clearly being high he still took his turn hitting it. Each time your body moved along with his. Through the midst you saw Sasha whisper to Connie "But its MY dorm" Connie complained as the two of them stood up with Jean following, "Oh shut up just stay at mine for the night, Hitch is out, "Sasha winked towards you and mouthed 'call me' before closing the door behind her, leaving you and Eren alone.

Eren's fingers circled your waist ever so lightly, barley caressing your skin, you let out a giggle as his touch tickled at your skin, You peered up at his high blue eyes that looked down at you. The sexual tension grew as you sat in silence. Your mind stayed racing at the thoughts of him, noticing your infatuation Eren moved his had from your waist to your neck his hands wrapped around your neck softly, the warmth of his hands engulfed your neck as the silver rings that wrapped around his fingers sent shivers down your spine. Your eyes followed his veins up his arm before he softly used his index finger to lift your chin up and made your eyes align. Icey blue eyes aligned with yours ; they went from a timid shadow almost into an intoxicating bliss. "can i kiss you?" he softly asked, your heart sunk over the weight of his words as butterflies grew. A smile grew across your face as I violently blushed 'yeah,' you whispered smiling and without hesitation.

His lips connected with yours, the roughness of his lips against your soft ones, ignited a feeling inside your stomach you melted into the kiss and kissed him back in a slow and sensual kiss, his hand that was pressed against your neck slowly tightened enough for you to still breathe. Trying to not break the kiss you climbed on top of him, dangling your legs on either side of him.  Unknowingly a breathy moan escaped from your mouth to his as the metal of his tongue piercing slipped against yours, instantly you could feel his grin against your lips. His hands roamed from your neck to your waist as he covered your neck in slow yet sloppy kisses, slight groans escaped his mouth as marked your skin. Your arms draped around him as you tugged on his surprisingly smooth hair the cold metal made everything better in your eyes. His hands traced their way down to the wetness that grew in your underwear, "fuck already?" he groaned in-between kisses. His words echoed throughout your mind, as  Eren's hand met your hoodie and he lightly tugged onto it begging for you reassurance. Pulling away from your neck his eyes aligned with yours, your forehead pressed against his. "I want you " he whispered on your skin, his intoxicating charm drove you crazy, "you have me " you replied. 

 Without skipping a beat, you guided Eren as he removed your hoodie leaving his hands to crawl against your skin to cup your breasts, your back arching towards the cold of his hands . His calloused fingers unclipped your bra and tossed it towards the side his thumbs ran over your nipples, the contrast between his cold fingers and your warm body made you clench around him. Eren pushed you down until he could latch onto on of your breasts his tongue swirling around your nipple, his cold piercing let a tingling feeling push down your spine. You buried your head into his shoulder as you moaned at his aggressiveness, his dick grew beneath you causing him to curse under his breath briefly. Eren blatantly chose to tease you, softly intoxicating you with every small move. Eren wasted no time pulling down his boxers,  kicking them away while you raised your hips just wanting him buried inside of you as soon as possible. As gently as he could he slipped your underwear off and lowered you onto his  begins to pull in and out of you slowly, getting used to the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, his face scrunched up in pleasure much likes yours, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly and you couldn't help but mumble out Eren's name. "Say that louder Princess, " he groaned as he placed his thumb onto your throbbing clit. You threw your head back, your back following soon after. With Erens eyes glaring at your body up and down you couldn’t help but blush more than you already were. your walls grazed his dick, luring him back in each stroke igniting a flame in his eyes, the burn in his eyes stayed stable trying not to overstep boundaries, noticing this words slipped out of your mouth as he abruptly stroked into you, “is that all you got?” you asked your hands circling his back, your words caused him to slower his pace as the flame in his eyes grew. after waiting for a reaction, abruptly his hand slapped against your already hot skin testing the limits, he waited for your reaction even though you face stared blank in shock, he could feel you pulsate around him. “do you like that?” he asked, with emotions bubbling you nodded burying your face in shame, his spare hand reached your chin pulling it closest to his face, his lips barley touching yours, “use your words princess” the words made his lips graze yours as the pet name went straight to your core. “y-yes i do.” you stuttered as he abruptly thrusted into you. Eren chuckled at your face as he grabbed ahold of your wrists, tightly gripping restraining you marking your skin every way he possibly could. “that’s going to mark me, don’t go so hard” you groaned, you hated the idea of anyone knowing what was going on, hickeys already cascaded up your neck, you didn’t need your wrists printed too. “why, you don’t want anyone to know how much of a whore you are for me” a grin plastered over his face, “ too bad, people need to know who you belong to princess,” he whispered at you ear before softly biting . the whole time Eren kept his thumb plastered over your clit as you rocked yourself into him making him twitch inside of you, “ you feel so fucking good” he groaned, the room filled with sounds and degrading words from Eren turning you on “Eren— i’m so close-“

“i prefer daddy.” His head tilted peering down at your tear filled eyes. “ daddy please? just let me-“ you moaned out, your words flew out before you could even process what was going on, Sweat dropped down from you forehead and you hair dropped down from the hair bands hold. “god your so messy,” he chuckled at the screams that scored through your throat. You could feel yourself hitting your limit, yet holding yourself back at Eren’s past demands. “you can cum princess,” he tapped at your thigh and seconds after you felt yourself go hazy, white specks flooded your eyes as you felt Eren also hit his limit. Both flushed your eyes lined in silence and all you could say was

“fuck.”

[ayrismag]

Interview with Shannon Pelletier

By: Sam Hawkins

Note: Shannon’s show, The Circle of Artistry is up for the month of February in Vault Gallery.

Ayris:  We, here at Ayris, have heard that you’re currently working on a project taking photos of your fellow artists in their senior studios and workspaces. What is your vision of the project and what do you hope to capture through these photos?

Shannon Pelletier:   The rumors are true!  Yes, I am currently working on a documentary series, in which I photograph artists in their creative spaces.  The work is a variety of photographs - some are of artists actively working on their own artwork.  Others are formal portraits of the artists in their studios.  The series is an inclusive body of work.  So, I would ultimately like for it to expand. This would entail photographing more students, faculty, and even off-campus artists, with a wider range of artistic processes and media.  I am very inspired by the processes of other artists, photographers included, and it’s something I’d like to continue to document.  Following the process, I’d like to capture the relationship that the artists share with the work that they’ve made.

A:  What drew you to this idea? What do you find so special about artists at work and why did you feel the need to capture it?

SP:   What initially drew me to this concept was watching my friends make work in their studios.  I watch them turn plain canvases into alluring 2-D works of art, or turn lumps of clay into beautiful and/or functional ceramic pieces.  The list goes on.  Watching another creative person create is, to me, like alchemy.  The project reflects my standpoint of admiration, for the artists, processes, and finished byproducts.

A:   Do you have any favorite shots you’d like to share with us, and can you explain why you are so fond of them?

SP:   Absolutely! Here are a few!

I once showed this portrait to a group of people in class and someone said, “You know her so well just by looking at this picture.” I know her well already, so it’s really special that viewers can get to know her a little bit, too.  The art people make and the way they decorate a space are often very telling of who they are.

I love to photograph the hands of people working, especially in ceramic work.  I actually was given the opportunity to not only photograph ceramic artwork being made, but also learn how to do it myself!  It’s a craft that takes a lot of mental focus, but also physical dexterity and grace.

I loved photographing Devin because she was so eager to share her art and space with me.  With each portrait I shoot and new interaction I have, I get to learn so much about the artist.  It’s always a great experience!

A:   What technical challenges did you have to solve to compose these images?

SP:   Luckily, this project hasn’t been too challenging, technically. I carry an external flash to compensate for light in darker spaces.  I also carry a wide-angle lens, which I use when taking environmental portraits. This allows me to capture as much or the artist’s surroundings as possible.

A:   What inspiration do you draw from your peers, especially seeing them in their senior studios?

SP:   My peers are the source of all inspiration for this series.  As I’ve mentioned, it fascinates me to watch them work.  I’m interested, so I document it.  They are creating work, and in my photographing, I am too.  Suddenly, everyone in the room is working to create. The energy in the studios is great - it’s fun and productive for everyone involved!  Also, so many artists have told me that they have never had their picture taken with their artwork, and the ability to give them that photograph is a real privilege.

A:   Nearing your senior show, can you give us any sort of clue on what it will focus on? Will it be centered around things like this project?

SP:    Yes!  My BFA exhibition work and my studio portraits are actually two totally unrelated projects.  The subject matter of my senior work are botanical objects and other objects found in nature.  The project is reflective of my personal history, but also touches upon concepts such as memory and impermanence.  It’s still a work in progress, but time is flying by and I’m so excited for May!

A:    I’m sure you have your nose to the grindstone, focusing on this project and looking forward to graduation, but I’m interested to know, looking back, what you will miss and value most about your time here?

SP:   Wow…so much!  It’s hard to even picture myself not at NHIA, but I do know this: I’ll miss my professors and having their guidance. They are so knowledgeable and I love to learn from them.  Also, living in a community of artists is such a rich and inspiring thing.  I’ll miss being surrounded by other creative people.  I value so much from my time here, that it’s difficult to articulate. I value the skills I’ve acquired, critiques I’ve received – good and bad, art I’ve gotten to see, visiting artists lectures I’ve heard (yes, really), connections I’ve made, and of course the incredible people I’ve met in this community.  Enjoy it while you can!

A:   Do you have any final words for our readers, regarding art and anything about your projects?

SP:   Of course! Thank you to the Ayris team for reaching out to me – I love seeing that people in the NHIA community are taking interest and liking this body of work!  Thank you to the artists who have already participated or expressed interest in this documentary series.  This is my first time making portraiture photography and I appreciate their enthusiasm so much.

Lastly, this body of work is not complete, if it ever will be.  I am always looking for artists – of ANY media - to photograph. If you’re interested, please don’t hesitate to email me at shannonpelletier@nhia.edu, or direct message my Instagram page @shannon.m.pelletier.  I’d love for this to be a huge series, so I’d love to come see you and your art!

[genogenocrazycatman]

Stillwater - Chapter 16

Stillwater [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net, Mibba]

Characters: Original Female Character, Monkey D. Luffy, Rorona Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Nami, Usopp, Tony Tony Chopper, Nefeltari Vivi

“We build as only children know to build

We made a way where there’s a will

No slowing down or standing still

Innocent and reckless

"How did we get so old and never notice

How did we gain the world and lose the moment

Rise and fall, the tide surrounds us

And drowns us all”

-Hands Like Houses

***

“Nami, there’s something wrong! Come quickly!” Vivi yelled, bursting into the kitchen.

I looked towards the door, where she was standing. She had a worried look on her face, and her tone had been alarmed, but she didn’t seem to be totally panicked or terrified. Plus, she asked for Nami, not me or Sanji, so I assumed that no one (Luffy) had fallen into the sea and that we weren’t under attack.

If anything, it probably looked like a storm, but Nami hasn’t said anything about one, so I doubted that as well.

I quickly tied off and cut the thread, I was working with, double checking the button, before handing Sanji his jacket back, and following Vivi, Nami and Chopper out onto the deck.

It was apparent the second I walked outside, what had Vivi so worried. There was a dense fog up ahead of us.

“Oh yeah. I see it. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s just a little steam,” Nami explained.

“You mean that steam’s coming out of the ocean?” Vivi asked.

“Uh huh,” Nami answered. “It’s a hot spot that’s all.”

“What’s a hotspot?” Luffy asked.

“Underwater volcano basically,” I answered. “The lava heats up the water and produces stream.”

“There are volcanoes underneath the sea?” Chopper said, awed by the information.

“That’s right. Actually, there are more volcanoes under the sea than there are on dry land,” Nami continued.

Usopp was fascinated by this information, but Luffy was just upset. He had hoped the fog was something edible. There was only one place that I could think of, where that was even remotely a possibility, and I had zero intentions of ever going there.

Then again, he wouldn’t be so heartbroken if not for the fact that he with help from Usopp and Chopper had eaten all of our food.

“There will be a brand-new island over there, thanks to the Volcano, but the process will take tens of thousands of years.”

‘Unless, someone has a temper tantrum,’ I thought, biting down on the inside of my mouth. That was one of those things, sure to freak everyone out.

“Oh wow, you two are amazing,” Sanji said.

I shook my head. This wasn’t that severe, and I wasn’t annoyed enough to come up with come culinary question for him to answer. Once he got through his lovesickness, Sanji went and asked how the boys’ fishing was going.

I doubted that they were going to get anything. The water was more acidic and oxygen levels dropped dramatically. For now, it wasn’t the best place for fish.

Sanji went inside to check if there was anything for us to eat, while the rest of us watched as the steam got closer and closer.

“Hey, Mira, how come you didn’t notice it?” Chopper asked. “Can’t you sense water?”

“This isn’t fog. It’s steam. Fog is made of tiny water droplets, so light that they can hang in the air. Steam is a gas. I can only move water in its liquid form.”

“That’s kind of lame,” Usopp said.

I raised a brow at him. He hadn’t properly spoken to me, since the night before, when I told them that Poseidon was my father, and the first time it was, it was to call me lame. Still, his voice was quivering as were his legs.

Chopper had quickly gotten over his fear, far more interested in my medical history and everything else. I couldn’t really tell what Nami thought, but I don’t think it really mattered. Not that she didn’t care and wasn’t concerned, but her priority was getting Vivi to Alabasta. Zoro wasn’t out right hostile, but he wasn’t particularly nice either. Of course, he had never been that way. He used fewer words and more grunts to communicate and was less receptive to my ribbing. All in all, things were going better than I had anticipated. Luffy, Sanji, Vivi, Chopper and Nami were at least acting as if everything was normal.

“Kind of,” I agreed, trying not to let my surprise come through. “But I’m almost always surrounded by water not so much ice or steam.”

Despite my efforts, Usopp seemed to realize what he had done and was back to being scared silent.

We sailed into the steam. Our vision didn’t extend more than ten feet in front of us, and we were assaulted by the smell of sulfur.

“Just bear with it. We should be out of the steam soon.”

While we were in the steam, the boys got a bite. Only, when we exited did we see that the creature hanging onto Carue wasn’t a fish, but a person.

“No! Really. This is getting out of hand. One of these days I need to stop jumping on every random duck I see.”

“I’m old, and yet I have never once encountered someone with that problem,” I said, eyeing the individual.

They slipped from Carue, falling into the water, where they promptly began drowning.

I shook my head. “Luffy, do we save them?” I asked.

Luffy shrugged. “Why not?”

I chuckled, so simple. I tossed out a line with a life preserver on it and reeled them in.

“Well boys. It looks like I got the biggest catch of the day.”

“That doesn’t count!” Luffy cried. “You can’t eat him.”

“You can. It’s just frowned upon,” I joked.

Wrong joke to make in front of Usopp, who paled.

“It was a joke,” I said, sighing in exasperation. I headed back up towards the kitchen, leaning against the railing to watch it all unfold. The boys gathered around the newcomer watching as they hacked, clearing the water from their lungs.

“I thought I was going to die there for a minute. Hey! You saved me! Thanks! I never imagined my life would be saved by a group of complete strangers. Thanks again. I’ll never forget your kindness. Although could I trouble you for a cup of warm soup? Chicken noodle will do.”

I snorted. Barely out of the water and already begging for food.

“NO WAY!” they all cried.

“WE CAN’T EVEN FEED OURSELVES!” Zoro shot.

Because that’s something that you should totally broadcast to a stranger. Hey. We’re out on the Grand Line, and we’re starving. Sounds like an easy target to me.

Our newcomer looked around at all of us, examining each of us, before settling on Vivi.

“Oh hey. You’re just an absolute cutie, aren’t you? Oh yeah! Sexy.”

I scrunched up my face. “You’re a creepy one, aren’t you?”

It wasn’t their appearance that had me thrown, though that was something to note. They looked like someone coated club in makeup, before hitting them in the face with it. There was just something off about them. It wasn’t the mannerisms either. Gender didn’t particularly matter to me. Masculine, feminine, male, female, both, neither and any combination or lack thereof was irrelevant.

“So, you really can’t swim, huh?” Luffy asked.

“That’s right. You see I ate a devil fruit, so I can’t swim even a little bit.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of fruit?”

“Let’s see. Well let’s see. It’s gonna be a while, until my ship come sand picks me up, so I guess there’s no harm in a little fun.”

I hummed. “Better not be any harm,” I warned, the threat dancing in my words.

“For saving my life, I’ll show you. Now get ready. This is my power!” they said, thrusting their hand forward and hitting Luffy in the face.

‘Doesn’t take a devil fruit to do that,’ I thought.

Everyone tensed. Zoro quickly drew his swords and went to strike, but stopped short, when Luffy’s voice hit his ears. “Wait wait wait! Hold on a second! This was all for a little fun remember?”

I sighed. This was gonna be annoying. They now looked and sounded like Luffy.

“Hey now mean guy.”

“Wait,” Luffy sprung back up, unscathed. “That’s me!”

“Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Now if I touch my face with my left hand, back to normal. Now that is the power of the clone clone devil fruit, you see?”

“Amaing,” Nami breathed out.

“The face and the voice match perfectly.”

Luffy, Chopper and Usopp cheered at the strange display of power. Zoro quickly became bored, and Nami was pissed off, after he displayed his body changing abilities by turning into her and flashing the trio of children.

I didn’t like the idea of a copy of me out there. I also wasn’t fond of changing my appearance. Changing my appearance was a slow process, with a lengthy awkward transitioning phase as my body shape shifted, as my hair and skin faded or darkened to a different color. It was a pain. At least I had the option of changing. The others didn’t.

Now there was someone with Luffy’s face, who could frame him for shit that he didn’t do. We got into enough trouble on our own. We didn’t need anyone making it up for us.

The “fun” didn’t last very long. We were able to release our catch back onto their own ship after some dramatics about farewells and friendship.

“Now quickly, let’s be going!”

I turned to head back inside.

“Yes, sir, Mr. 2 Bon Clay, sir!”

I stopped and turned back around.

“What? Mr. 2?” Usopp gaped.

“That guy was Mr. 2?” Vivi said, not believing it.

“Of course, he was. Why wouldn’t he be?”

“Vivi! You mean you didn’t know just by looking.”

“Uh. Uh. I’ve never met Mr. 2 or Mr. 1 and his partner. I don’t know much about them or their powers. I’ve only heard rumors. Mr. 2 is a very tall ballerina, who wear a coat with swans. It says Bon Clay on the back.”

“You didn’t know?” Zoro, Usopp and Luffy chorused. I was with them on this one.

She slumped against the wall and slid down to the floor.

“Vivi are you okay?”

“I saw something in his memory in the faces that he showed us. One of those faces belonged to my father. Cobra Nefeltari, my father, the king of Alabasta.

“That’s not good. If Mr. 2 can mimic the face of a king that easily, he can cause a lot of trouble. “

“Not to mention that he now has our faces,” I chirped.

“Looks like we let a really bad guy get away today.”

“You mean that guy is our enemy?”

“Seems so and having him on the other side is not a good thing. If Mr. 2 finds out that we’re the ones that Baroque Works is after, then he can use the memories that he got earlier to transform into any one of us. We won’t be able to trust our own friends.”

“Really?” Luffy still didn’t get it.

“Let me explain.”

“No,” Zoro said. “Luffy’s slow, but he’s right not to be scared. Hear me out on this one, and I think you’ll agree. It’s a good thing that we Mr. 2 out here, because now we know, what we’re up against, and we can prepare, and we can beat Mr. 2 at his own game.”

I raised my brows. “Look at you, guess you’ve got some brains to go with all that brawn.”

The ship rocked, surging forward. I spun around. There was a large sea cat rising up out of the water.

“That thing is huge!” Luffy yelled.

“A sea cat!”

Usopp and Chopper screamed, the two of them cowering behind me. “SEA MONSTER!”

Zoro and Luffy on the other hand lost their damn minds at the prospect of eating it. Zoro drew his swords quickly, while Luffy cocked his fist back.

“It’s always something.” I crossed my arms and looked up at it.

Sea cats were relatively harmless, occasionally they might playfully bat at a boat, which considering their massive size could deadly, but Luffy, Zoro and I were all on deck and could easy deflect it.  In some cultures, they were signs of good luck.

“It looked like food to me!” Zoro yelled.

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

“Well, we’re on the right track. Now, if we could just get there alive, that would be great,” Nami said, surprisingly calm.

I shook my head, yet again. There was no chance that I was letting them attack this poor cat.

“FOOD FOR ME!”

“It’s backing away!”

“Reverse! Put the boat in reverse!”

“Will you two let go?” I asked, looking down at Chopper and Usopp, who were clinging to my legs. If anything, they held on tighter.

“We can’t do that!” Usopp cried. I wasn’t sure if it was being directed towards me or Luffy.

“Hey! Don’t let it get away! If the two of you don’t capture it, I’ll kill you!” Sanji ran onto the deck, joining the fray. “Now then, Sea Kitten, how do you think I should cook you?”

I reached to pry off Usopp and Chopper, but I didn’t have to, because Vivi grabbed a broom and clocked all three boys with it. The sea cat retreated, diving deep.

I laughed, at their bewildered and betrayed expressions.

“Why? It was food.”

“Because you can’t eat a sea cat,” Vivi said, sternly. “I just can’t let you. Sea cats are sacred animals in Alabasta.”

“Well that’s good to know,” Luffy grumbled.

Chopper released me. Usopp then realized that he had been clinging to me, let go scrambling back with renewed fear.

“There are more animals in the ocean than I thought,” Chopper said.

“There’s a whole lot in the oceans. It’s amazing.”

“If you’re still afraid of that stuff, you have a long way to go.” Usopp hopped up to start telling one of his stories, while Vivi tried to placate Luffy, who was crying over having lost his food.

“Vivi, the wind and weather seem to be stabilizing,” Nami said.

“Yeah. We’re entering the climate area of Alabasta Island. Seeing a sea cat is proof of that as well.”

“Those things behind us over there are all the proof I need,” Zoro said.

I followed his gaze out towards the horizon, where ship after Baroque Works ship, were sailing.

“You sound entirely too pleased about this,” I said. “I’m starting to think that you might be more blood thirsty than that damn sword.”

He grunted.

I rolled my eyes.

“It looks as if all the Baroque Works employees have started gathering. I’m guessing that these are the billions. They’re the subordinates under the officer agents.”

“Which means that there are at least two hundred enemies waiting for us,” Nami deduced.

“They’re the best that Baroque Works have to offer, the elite of the underlings. This group will surely be a lot better than the bounty hunters at Whisky Peak.”

Usopp was adjusting the cannon. “Come on. Let’s blow them all away!”

“It’ll be quicker if we go over there and beat them up.”

Luffy’s enthusiasm was quickly checked by his hunger.

“They’re not worth it. Don’t bother,” Zoro said.

“He’s right,” Sanji agreed. “We need to keep our eyes on the prize or we might lose this all together. After all, eight against two-hundred sucks.”

“Eloquent,” I snorted. I looked at Zoro. “Let’s hear this master plan of yours,” I said. “The biggest issue right now is the ballerina with our faces.”

“We’re gonna need cloth,” Zoro said, looking at me.

“I think I can manage that, and put some distance, between us and them. I popped the lid off of the canteen, clipped to my belt loops, I snagged Usopp’s spy glass and looked out at the ships. Precision wasn’t my strong suit, but that was fine, I had large targets. Using gestures as a guide, I sent the water flying towards the enemy ships with enough speed and pressure to rip through their sails. I collected as many scraps as fabric as I could, before it became too much and my water could no longer hold the fabric.

“This work?” I asked.

“THAT’S SO COOL!” Chopper and Luffy squealed.

“Yeah. That works,” Zoro said, flatly.

“Oh Mira, our beautiful multitasker, collecting supplies and slowing the enemy,” Sanji cooed.

“Focus, Sanji. Focus.”

Zoro explained his plan, and I had to give him credit, it was actually a pretty good. We marked ourselves with x’s on our forearms, and then wrapped those with the cloth. That way, even if Mr. 2 copied us and the fabric we had the x underneath as a plan b.

“We know that someone with Mr. 2’s powers is with the enemy, so we have to be on our guard.”

“So what should I do to help against this guy?” Chopper asked.

“You just do whatever you can do. You’re not expected to do anything more, Chopper. And if you get overwhelmed, just run,” Usopp said.

“Sounds like the pep talk he’s always giving himself,” Sanji chirped.

“Whatever it is I can do… I got it!”

“You are entirely too cute,” I said.

“I can see the island now!” Luffy announced.

“Let’s stop at a town called Nanohana. We have to hide the ship.”

“Alright, no matter what happens on that island remember this thing on our arms is a sign of our friendship,” Luffy said, sticking him arm out.

We all put our arms out in a circle.

“Now let’s land, and eat! Oh and help Vivi.”

“That’s a side note,” everyone chorused, exasperated.

Vivi stood off, looking down at the fabric.

“It’s a wonderful feeling isn’t it, having people willing to fight with you?”

“Yeah. It is,” she agreed, smiling.

I grinned back.

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Notes: Hey would you look at that, I'm alive. Sorry about the wait. College sucks. Graduation and all the stress of being a real adult also sucks. Don't grow up. Stay children forever. Anyways... We've made it to Alabasta! And a certain someone is going to show up soon, and guess what, they're going to be kind of important to Mira.Also I went to Tekko this weekend, and it was so much fun. I got to meet Monica Rial, Luci Christian, Bryce Papenbrook and Vic Mignogna. They were all super nice. Plus I finally got to wear my Robin, Zoro, and Law cosplays. Zoro didn't turn out as well as I liked, but I was happy with Robin and really happy with Law.

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Birthdays, First Times, and Letters from Princeton Pt. 1 (Riarkle Future Two Shot)

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle

Characters: (Main) Riley Matthews and Farkle Minkus, (Supporting) Maya Hart-Hunter, Lucas Friar, Zay Babineaux, and Isadora Smackle, (Minor/Mentioned) Cory Matthews, Topanga Lawrence-Matthews, Stuart Minkus, and Jennifer Bassett-Minkus

Rating: Honestly, I’m gonna go ahead and go M with view discretion advised. It’s not graphic but it’s right the title, folks, this is Riarkle’s first time.

Description: This isn't how Riley thought they would end. Then again, she never thought that they would.

Author’s Note: Okay, for this being the first sex-ish scene I’ve ever published, I am very proud of it… So, I hope you guys like it or at least understand that I did my best as a blushing, stuttering virgin :D

It was a week until Farkle’s birthday on April 1st and Riley was in a downright panic.

It wasn’t that she didn’t have a gift for him.

She was his girlfriend, of course, she had a gift for him!

She’d gone to Barnes & Nobles weeks ago and purchased both Death by Black Hole and The Pluto Files by Neil deGrasse Tyson. She then proceeded to read both books herself, leaving notes and annotations throughout to lend a little bit of herself, of them, to the copies.

So, no, that wasn’t it.

It was something…else.

It was sex.

And the fact that she and Farkle had yet to have it… All because of her.

She’d just never done anything with anyone! She’d gone farther with Farkle than she ever had with Lucas, for god sake! And Farkle had only seen her shirtless! With her bra still on!

The genius hadn’t said anything about their slow pace; he never dared to pressure or push Riley but she had to imagine he was starting to wonder. They were teenagers, after all, who had admitted to being in love with each, who had been together five months, and still nothing.

Not that Riley didn't want to, she did, god she did, she just didn’t really know how to…go about it?

She obviously knew how sex worked practically, but reading about an act so intimate and performing it were completely different things! What if she made a fool out of herself? What if, well, what if she wasn’t… good?

Saturday night, with Maya dozing off beside her and steadily breathing into her hair, Riley finally worked up the courage to voice her fears. Reluctantly, she whispered up to the dark ceiling, “Maya?”

“Mmmm?” The blonde mumbled, snuggling closer.

“What was your first time like?”

There was a long silence before Maya muttered, “Ah, my first time…?”

Clearing her throat and fidgeting with her hands, Riley took a deep breath to gather her wits, “You know,” She pressed, lowering her voice, even more, to be just barely audible, “Having sex?”

Riley felt her best friend stiffen against her.

Maybe she’d made an assumption that wasn’t true? Maybe Maya was as much a virgin as she was? But, Riley kind of knew that couldn’t be true… it was just the way Maya commented on the topic when they binged Netflix or watched movies; the blonde just knew things. Things she wouldn’t unless from she had personal experience.

“Oh,” The other girl finally piped up, now sounding wide awake, “That.”

She sprang up, switching on Riley’s lamp to narrow her pretty, blue eyes on the brunette, “Why do you want to know?”

The girl blushed furiously, her hands coming up to cover her cheeks, as she sat up as well. Riley squeaked out, “No reason!”

Maya thought for a moment before a look of realization crossed her features. Her lips twisted into a bemused smirk, “Farkle’s birthday is a week away.”

“So?”

“So, your boyfriend’s birthday is a week away.” Maya continued, grinning wolfishly, “Riley Nebula Matthews! Are you thinking about having sex with Farkle?!”

Smacking a hand over her friend’s mouth, Riley’s eyes darted to her bedroom door, “Oh my god, Maya! Could you not scream something like that, please!?”

Licking the other girl’s hand to gain freedom, Maya rolled her eyes and lowered her volume, “So, are you?”

“No!” Riley hissed before her eyes skirted away, “I don’t know!” She ran a hand down her face before biting her lip and slowly nodding, meeting Maya’s eyes once again, “Yes.”

“Wow, okay!” The blonde faltered, her joking mood dissipating as she realized the severity of the situation to Riley. This wasn’t something her friend would take as lightly as she had. Knowing Riley, it would actually be the exact opposite with the girl overthinking every possible detail and outcome.

Nodding back seriously, Maya shrugged, “Well, what do you want to know?”

Riley relaxed slightly, giving Maya a look of relief. Of course, Maya understood… “Does it really hurt?”

The blonde cocked her head to the side, “The truth?”

“Uh, yeah? I think?”

“A little bit, I guess,” The other girl recalled, looking off in the distance, “But I mean, he’s as inexperienced as you, right? And it usually goes a bit smoother if he knows that beforehand.” She added, giving the brunette a pointed look.

Riley gazed down at her lap, where she was picking at the stitching on her comforter, “We’ve talked about it,” She paused, shifting on the bed uncomfortably and frowning, “He’s not, by the way.”

“Not what?” Maya quirked an eyebrow.

Her friend gave her an exasperated expression, “Inexperienced, okay? Farkle isn’t a vir- He's not a virgin.”

“What!?” Maya’s eye widened. She hadn’t seen that one coming, thinking about the little turtlenecked Farkle from middle school. Granted he hadn’t been that boy in a long time, but that’s who he still was in Maya’s heart. He still needed to be protected…

“He had sex with Smackle,” Riley explained with a look of distaste, “Sophomore year.”

“Interesting,” The blonde commented before shrugging, “Honestly, that’s probably a good thing. At least he knows what he’s doing so you might actually get a good time out of it.”

“Maya!” Riley gasped, blushing hard again.

“Riley!” Maya laughed, shaking her head.

The brunette slapped a hand over her face and groaned, “Okay, okay! So, after the ‘hurting a little bit’ part… does it, you know, get better?”

The blonde laughed again, throwing her head back, “Jesus, Honey! That’s kind of the point!” Leveling her gaze with her best friend, Maya grinned and nodded, “Yeah, it gets better. Depending on a lot of factors, it can get… wow.”

“Wow?”

“Yeah, wow.”

“But Maya, what if I’m not ‘wow’?”

Rolling her eyes, Maya reached out and drew Riley’s hands into her own, “You and Farkle will be beyond wow, Riles. Trust me. You love each other so how could you not be?”

Slowly, the brunette nodded, the corners of her mouth curling into a small, nervous smile.

The plans had been set a month ago when they had decided on the party.

Farkle’s parents were, of course, going to be out of town on their son’s seventeenth birthday. So, Riley, Maya, Lucas, Zay and Smackle had made plans to take advantage of Farkle’s after school internship to sneak up to the Minkus penthouse and decorate for a party.

Farkle thought that everyone had simply wished him ‘happy birthday’ at school and that Riley might be able to stop by, depending on her Topanga’s shift.

Riley was buzzing at the idea of surprising her boyfriend.

The doorman knew them all by now and was used to letting them all up without questions, so that part had been easy. The decorations had gone up and Maya and Riley had attempted to bake a cake, only to be thrown from the kitchen by Zay. He ended up baking the cake and, disapproving of the girls’ store bought selection, whipped up homemade icing as well.

Smackle helped with the banner, writing out a joke what she swore Farkle would think was hilarious. Lucas and Maya hit each other back in forth with balloons and then bantered in helium infected voices, dragging Riley into the fun before too long.

They were all so focused on having too much fun, they lost track of time and all froze upon hearing the distinct sound of the private elevator whirling up.

“Shit!” Riley hissed, shocking everyone, “Hide!”

They did… just not well.

Farkle stopped upon taking a single step out of the elevator, looking around, “Uh, hey guys?”


“SURPRISE!” Riley tossed the curtain she was hiding behind aside and flung herself at her boyfriend, who chuckled and caught her in his arms. “Do you like it?”

“Um, yeah!” The genius took in Smackle sitting on the floor by the half-finished banner, the flour covered Zay, and Maya and Lucas’ helium accents before looking down at Riley. 

Her big, brown eyes were filled with uncertainty and she worried at her lip. Ducking to press a kiss to her temple, Farkle turned to his friends, “Really, it’s great, guys. Thank you!”

They laughed and danced and played board games. Even Scrabble was brought out because it was Farkle’s birthday, though Maya kept spelling out dirty words and making up rules. Riley proudly shocked everyone by winning Clue but then everyone gave up on Monopoly only about halfway through. Twister could have, admittedly, gone better… but the laughs were worth the one twisted ankle.

Farkle swore it was the best birthday he’d ever had. He didn't need his mother or father to make it okay when his friends, and most of all Riley, had already made it perfect.

Slowly, the group settled down and started to filter out. Smackle had an essay to write over the weekend, Zay was worried about the swelling of his ankle (it wasn’t even that swollen), and Lucas just wanted to get home to his Momma.

Soon it was just Maya, Riley, and him on the couch. It seemed appropriate. As much as they loved their full group of friends, there would always be something different and more powerful about the bond between the trio that the others didn't understand.

Sandwiched between the two girls he loved the most, the three of them giggled and bantered while watching Cosmos reruns.

As an episode ended, Maya sighed and jumped up. “Well, you dorks enjoy some alone time; I gotta split! Riles, am I still covering for you?”

Farkle looked down at his girlfriend curiously. She had rested her head on his shoulder halfway through the show but she sat up now and nodded to her friend. “Yeah, if you don’t mind?”

Maya waved her off, “Please, I’ve told bigger lies. Night guys and happy birthday, Farky.”

And then they were all alone.

“Babe, what did Maya mean she was covering for you?” Farkle leaned his head back against the couch cushion as Riley got up and made her way across the room.

“Well,” Riley turned around before him, playing with her hands, “I told my parents that I was spending the night at her house.”

Looking up at her, his brow furrowed, “So? You’ve spent the night at Maya’s a million times before.”

“I have,” The girl nodded, swinging her arm down and turning, taking a few soft steps further across the room. She glanced over her shoulder, “But I’m not spending the night at Maya’s tonight.”

Sitting up, Farkle looked at her in confusion, “You’re not?”

“No, I’m not,” Riley answered matter-of-factly, turning to him and leaning back against the frame of the hallway to his bedroom. She bit her lip, looking down at her crinkled toes before bringing her eyes back up to him from under her long eyelashes, “I’m staying the night here. With you.”

She pointed over her shoulder, “Preferably in your bedroom. In you bed.”

The poor boy was frozen by her words, looking dumbfounded. “But-but I sleep there?”

Riley giggled, “Yeah you do, Love. I hope you don’t mind sharing with me?” 

She puckered her lips and slipped her old black military jacket from middle school off, letting it fall to the floor.

Jumping up to his feet, Farkle shook his head frantically. 

Smiling sinfully, his girlfriend slipped around the corner without a word. The boy stood there for a minute, trying to play the whole conversation of the last few minutes back.

He wasn’t crazy, right? Riley was definitely hinting at something here… Right?

God, Farkle, just slow down. You cannot jump to conclusions here. You cannot screw this up. She probably just wants to snuggle, Riley does that all the time and you know it. Calm down!

“Love? You coming?” Her angelic voice called from down the hall and suddenly his feet were moving without him telling them too.

Riley was leaning against his desk when he reached his room.

Between her jacket being on during the whole party and the ruffling fabric, Farkle hadn’t noticed just how closely the white dress she was in hugged every curve.

It also hung low, but not distastefully so, on her chest. The cheap Pluto mood necklace he'd won for her from some arcade machine hung down, rising and falling with each breath.

His eyes wandered lower to the dress's hem, which just barely reached her mid-thigh. The fabric bunched slightly from her lower back leaning against the desk, making the dress come up dizzying to just below her ass.

With her careful, open eyes boring into him, she played with the buckle of the tan, leather belt she’d paired with the dress. It was like she was... teasing him?

His heart raced.

Slowly, as if testing the waters between them, she undid the belt and let that also drop to the floor. Just that tight, ruffled white dress remained and whatever was underneath…

God, he really shouldn't think about that or he was definitely going to need a cold shower. Swallowing hard, Farkle rubbed the back of his neck, “Do you, uh, wanna borrow someth-“

Riley sighed, a frown forming on her face as she cut him off, “How are you not getting this, Farkle?”

“G-get what?” He stuttered, praying to whatever god it was that Riley believed in that his less than appropriate thoughts weren't written across his face, “I was just tryin-”

“Farkle!” The girl exclaimed, throwing her hands up, "I want to have sex with you!”

The teenage boy stopped thinking completely for a moment. His whole mind went blank as he marveled at his impatient girlfriend. Riley fucking Matthews wanted to have sex with him, Farkle Bassett Minkus?

In his dreams... literally.

"Y-you do?" Farkle finally managed to ask, his eyes involuntarily wondering over the girl's body in a way that he rarely let himself. Thoughts, thoughts he never let his waking mind dwell on started to fill his brain and made him feel a little lightheaded.

She moved across the room until they stood almost toe-to-toe. She grew quiet, eyes dropping to his lips, “I do. Right here." She raised herself up on her cute, little tiptoes, brushing her lips teasingly against his as she whispered, "Right now."

There was a pause, a single unified beat of both their hearts, before Farkle collided with her, sweeping her off her feet and pressing her a little bit roughly, a little bit clumsily, into the wall.

Riley gasped in surprise, eagerly kissing him back and tangling her fingers in his hair, soft like down feathers. She bit down lightly on his lip, taking advantage of his moan to slip her tongue into his mouth.

He tasted like oxygen, mint toothpaste, and hypoallergenic, all natural, coconut chapstick. His scent, like rain-scented detergent and soap, was intoxicating and invaded every single one of her brain cells. Every inch of his skin that brushed against her’s sent tingly electric currents rocketing throughout her body. Her heart felt like a sledgehammer in her chest as she took in the perfect Farkle-ness of it all.

And still, she wanted more.

Reaching down, Riley slipped her hands under his shirt, running her fingertips over his bare skin and making him shiver and lean into her touch. Like she had a gravitational pull. Like he couldn't help but be drawn right into her. The thought lit her on fire and turned every cell in her body into a live wire.

Farkle brought his hands up, cradling her face in his calloused palms and kissing her so hard it almost hurt. Neither minded. Farkle was desperate to remember everything detail, to commit every part of Riley Matthews to memory the way he had the electronic configurations of the periodic table.

Bubblegum.

Bubblegum, strawberries, and homemade icing, that was what she tasted like and his tongue had never tasted any flavor sweeter.

Sunflowers.

She smelled like sunflowers and Central park in the fall and something else that was just purely Riley and could never be replicated.

Pulling away, breathless, Farkle ducked his head to find that spot on Riley's throat that always made her gasp his name. Satisfaction shot through his gut as he heard her do just that, tightening her grip in his hair.

At some point her legs had come up to wrap around his waist, making her skirt ride up, but he couldn’t recall when exactly that had happened. Or when his hands had found their way to her exposed thighs. He didn't really care.

Riley let her eyes fall back open and stared up at the planetarium as Farkle teasingly scraped his teeth over her pulse. Jesus Christ, it felt like Farkle, his arms holding her up, his kiss searing her skin, was the only think keeping her grounded to the Earth, stopping her from floating away into the vastness of the galaxy.

"I love you," She sighed, eyes still on the stars. She did and she was pretty sure she always would. Loving Farkle Minkus was written into her DNA, as much a part of her as her smile or brown hair.

Farkle pulled away, his dazed gaze focusing on the masterpiece before him. Riley was looking positively sinful with disheveled curls, swollen lips, and rosy cheeks as she panted.

"I love you, too." Tracing circles over the soft skin of her thighs with his thumb, he leaned in and pressed one burning kiss to her lips, "Always."

She couldn't take it anymore. He was so close and still not close enough and she was so hot but still craved more heat.

“Bed," Riley whispered her tone as foreign and sexy as her darkened eyes. "Now."

“Could not agree more,” Farkle responded, shifting his hands down further to support her as they moved away from the wall and he walked to the edge of his bed, laying her back softly on the mattress. Instantly, he moved to kiss her again, this time making his way to the collarbone that always drove her wild.

Moaning, her back arched and she pressed against him. Frantically, she gripped his t-shirt and tugged it off, running her nails lightly, teasingly, down his bare back. Humming into her skin, Farkle decided to push her a little further and gently nibbled at her ear.

Whining slightly, Riley threaded her fingers back up and through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him fully on top of her. Their legs tangled, one of his slotting between hers. His hand carefully moved up her leg, giving her time to stop him, before slipping under her skirt.

A hand pushed against his chest, making him break the kiss against her skin.

Riley stared up at him, her eyes filled with such love and lust and trust that it made it hard for him to breathe himself. Swallowing, she licked her lips before speaking, “Always. Promise me.”

Riley Matthews had never doubted the love Farkle Minkus had for her. She knew it was true and deep and not like other teenage loves. There was something in her whisper, in her gaze, that made Farkle want to promise her anything in the galaxy she could ever want.

It was her heart, her soul.

She was baring both, offering every piece of both to him.

Farkle didn't deserve her, would never deserve Riley, but that didn't stop him from selfishly holding on to her as long as possible. And God, he loved her. There would never by any other girl, any other being, in the cosmos for him. Riley Matthews was his forever. She was his always. Alway and always and always.

"I promise."

He leaned down to whisper it into her hair, to write it along the curve of her wrist with his lips, and across her cheekbones in butterfly kisses. He pushed the dress up her body until it slipped over her head, tossing it aside to later be found on his bedroom floor.

Farkle kissed a trail to just over her belly button and grinned when Riley giggled. The girl arched her back without warning and tucking her hands behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting the straps fall from her shoulders.

He watched frozen, taking in the parts of this perfect human being that she’d reserved for him alone. Reanimating, Farkle kissed her and touched every bare inch of her to commit it all to memory so that maybe later he could draw a map in his head of all the places that made her shiver when he kissed them just right.

Riley's hands found their way down to his belt and made easy work of undoing the damn thing. Keeping her lips pressed to his, she tugged impatiently at the jeans, sending all the message Farkle needed to discard that article of clothing as well.

Both of their hands shook as they finally bore all of themselves, physically and so much more than physically, to each other. They moved together in sync as they took everything in, both of them enthralled and a little scared of what was next.

Farkle leaned down and kissed Riley like his life depended on it like she was oxygen. He lost himself in her, drowning in lips like candy, the scent of Central Park in his nose, and the warmth of the sun that flowed through her veins.

Riley’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets and bit her lip. Blood rushed throughout her body and a bit of pain. She tried to relax as Farkle whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Soon, though, the pain was scorched away by that burning fire, the one that alway ignited in her chest when she was with this boy who she loved more than life.

It was beautiful.

It was perfect.

It was so far beyond wow that there weren’t even words.

And when it was over, Riley looked up at the stars scattered across the ceiling and ran her fingers through Farkle’s hair as he slept soundly still on top of her, his ear resting over her heart and his arms wrapped protectively around her waist.

She reveled in the feel of his skin against her’s. How they just seemed to fit together, like they were made that way.

Smiling, she looked down at his peaceful face and pressed a kiss to his forehead before laying back and closing her own eyes, giving in to exhaustion.

Riding the subway home the next morning, Riley Matthews felt different.

She’d expected to. How could she not? But she thought that maybe she would have felt…less than before? They didn't call it 'losing' your virginity for nothing right? Wasn't it supposed to feel like something was... gone?

But that wasn’t at all how she felt. Not the Riley was complaining.

Instead, she felt this weightless, free feeling buzzing in her belly. The smile that she couldn’t wipe from her face was starting to make her cheeks sore and earn her weird looks but she didn't care.

Dancing up the stairs to her family’s apartment, she even felt good enough to grab the mail from the post box as she passed. As she eased her key into the lock of the front door, her heart skipped upon noticing the unmistakable coat of arms of Princeton University.

Smile dropping, she pushed into the apartment, dumping the rest of the mail on the coffee table as she passed.

"Sweetie! You're home!"

"How was Maya's?"

Riley ignored her parents' greetings from the kitchen. With shaking hands, she tore the letter open and frantically unfolded the piece of paper within.

Dear Ms. Matthews,

We were honored to evaluate your academic and personal record for admission to our Ivy League university. That being said, Princeton University can only accept so many elite students into each incoming class. We regret to inform you that you have not met our requirements and are therefore not accepted to Princeton University.

We wish you the best of luck in your academic pursuits,

Janet Lavin Rapelye Princeton University Dean of Admissions

And just like that, the world ended.

“Riley? Sweetie, you’ve been staring at that paper for the last ten minutes? You okay?” Topanga asked, coming up behind her daughter to peek over her shoulder.

Riley stepped away from her mother’s touch, whirling around with teary eyes, “It’s my Princeton letter,” She swallowed, trying in vain to thwart the closing of her throat, “I-I didn’t get in.”

Topanga looked back at Cory, who deflated at his daughter’s words, “Oh, Riles-“

“I think I’m going to go lay down,” Riley blurted out, nodded numbly, “I’m, uh, really tired so…”

Slamming her bedroom door, the girl slipped down the wood and pressed a hand over her mouth to quiet her whimpers. 

She had to go to Princeton because Farkle was going to Princeton. She studied for weeks, months, to retake her SATs and ACT. She’d worked so hard, tried so hard, for them, so that they could have a future together.

And now that wasn’t going to happen because she wasn’t going to Princeton.

An hour later, as she lay in bed, her phone buzzed.

From My Love: Okay, I know I’m probably being completely ridiculous but I already need to see you. Please tell me you aren’t busy!

Riley sighed, reading and rereading Farkle’s easy, happy words. He didn’t know his girlfriend, the girl he’d just shared so much of himself with, was a failure. She hadn’t even told him she was applying to the school of his dreams. She, ironically, hadn't wanted to worry him because she loved him and she never wanted to hurt him.

To My Love: Can’t. Not feeling good.

She never wanted to hurt him… but what if it was the best thing for him?

Farkle came by on Sunday.

Riley pleaded with her mother to just tell him she was sick, just get him to go away.

Maya, who’d slipped into the bay window a few hours early, narrowed her eyes at her best friend but didn’t push… not yet anyway.

It wouldn’t have mattered if she had anyway. Riley had already made up her mind.

Uh-oh, that don’t sound too good…

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Episode #10: “Im not his slave im his partner.” -Andrea

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I just feel.. really good? I think anyways. I’ve been talking to Ci’ere a lot today and I’m realising that I don’t even try to have a social game, I just just be good at talking to people??? Idk. But yeah it’s mostly good.. I have a lot of people I want to go far with which means I’m gonna have to let everyone else control the vote so I don’t look like I’m betraying people maybe?? Or I can just do what’s best for me , but I don’t need to worry about that yet I’ve still got og auva to get rid of :)

Holy wow. Final 9. I made the halfway mark. That's legit scary and I feel like throwing up because I rarely make it this far. I think that I have been in the good graces of everyone... seeing that I am one of the 2 people who still have 0 votes against me. Like my social game is doing that well and as conceited as this may sound- I think that I have a good shot at winning this whole show! But I still have to vote out 6 or 7 more people. Still not sure how this end game will play out, but it is coming and it is coming like a bullet train.

Well, it's the F9, and I didn't win that challenge like I'd hoped. I'm unsure if there was an idol clue involved or not. I'm hopeful not, but we'll see. Regardless not good for me because I was hoping Drew H would go next.

I think my ideal target this round is Drew T. Just because he threw my name out last time and it was frustrating to heck to hear that.

Beyond that I feel like I'm running out of players I could beat at the end, but maybe I'm underselling myself, and I'm playing a great game. I'm playing in the middle at the moment, which either nobody's aware of that, or everyone is and they either don't care or are planning my demise as we speak...

Let's go find out then shall we! :D

death. okno but like idek whats goin on. I am tight w just about everyone. With my cool new no lying stage theres more confrontation but i like... still dont think im playing a poor game idk i could be fuck I just know that in 6 days Sam and I hit 1 year of GP. He was my closest ally there and hes turning into it here. I adore Loris, don't think I could vote him out, but Sam just is so similar to me strategy wise and we just click its disgusting. However, when I make my cutesy post talking about how amazing GP is and my #1 ally, we'll be in f7. No gucci. I dont wanna get voted out for him again. Im not his slave im his partner.

Well, I'm playing a dangerous game, and tonight I can totally see it being me, nobody's giving me any warning at the moment though, so I'm still hopeful that I'm going unnoticed.

I still haven't found that damn idol which I'm definitely gonna want in the near future so that I can make a couple more bolder moves.

I think my ideal F2 is Emma, and my ideal F3 is with one of Loris, Sam, or Ci'ere, which I can think of some valid points against/with all of them. The one I'm less sure of as a 3rd would be Ci'ere, but we'll see how the game shakes down, or if I even make it that far to think about it.

Ideally it's Drew T that goes this round, and then it's Andrea or Drew H next, and the other one comes after that. But again those ideal circumstances, who knows if it'll genuinely work out that way, or if I'll even be around long enough to see anything past this tribal. But I'm making plans, thinking about who's on the jury, what I have to do to get there, it's just a matter of... GETTING there.

this tribal is sad. that’s all. I don’t feel I have much else to say zzz :(

I hate being busy everyone is being too quit :(

Me at F11: Guys we need to vote out Emma, it's the right move!

Drew T.: I don't trust Ci'ere, we can't do a plan that banks on him being honest with us after last time. (Dylan leaves) Me at F10: Guys it HAS to be Andrea, even if we're forcing rocks, like let's fuckin go and play this game Roxy: I actually already voted for John (John leaves) Roxy at F9: I just don't think Kori is the right move, if it's not our call to make we're playing this game wrong YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT WE'RE PLAYING THIS GAME WRONG, WE'VE BEEN PLAYING IT WRONG ALL SEASON BECAUSE YOU WON'T PLAY BALL AND TAKE A SWING, AND THINK IT'S BETTER TO VOTE OUT PEOPLE WHO ARE WILLING AND PROVEN TO WORK WITH US BUT NOW THIS IS WHERE WE ARE AND THERE IS ONE PATH TO MAJORITY AND IT'S ALREADY ROCKY AS FUCK SO NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR RIDICULOUS DOUBT. THAT TIME WAS FIVE DAYS AGO. WE'RE HERE NOW. I'm pretty sure it's gonna fail again and I"m pretty sure it's because of the people I'm with. I really should've aligned with Logan and Odd…

bruh this has been such a hectic round. basically im in the complete middle spot as a swing, and it seemed like it was a revati 4 against the auvas and ciere with me smack dab in the middle. but the thing is, I have alliances with everybody now, so I was at a complete loss on what I was going to do. I don't want drew t gone, but I also didnt want kori gone yet either, who the drews were proposing as a vote. The tricky thing is, after results last night kori came to me with a suggestion to vote andrea out, which made me know even more that the "revati 4" aren't this unbreakable tightly knit crew. so it really begs the question for me, what group of people will want to go to the end with me, and what group of people only want me around until like f6 or something

the best part is, I have a f3 alliance right now with loris and andrea, and 2 more secret f2 deals with roxy and kori, who nobody else in the game is aware of. it makes it that much more entertaining when loris and roxy don't trust one another, and it makes me the perfect middle man between these different "sides." then of course there is the obvious wanting to go to the end with drew t, but im not sure yet if I want to do that or not. I love the dude to pieces, but im not sure if its best for my game to stick with him long term or not. but for now, he trusts me wholeheartedly, and I wanted to repay him by working my ass off to save him this vote, since I have no intention of turning on the revatis since I know for a fact they aren't a tight group

so then comes this crazy idea that pops up in my head: why not get rid of ci'ere? he's lied to me once already, and he's in the most "disposable" position for me since I know for a fact right now I don't plan on going very far with him. because I know he'll just lie to me again if he has to. so ive been going to everyone and tryna convince them that drew going now wouldn't be as beneficial, seeing as he's a huge public target right now, and no one really "needs" ci'ere at this point.

so im hoping this works out, ci'ere leaving not only allows this whole auva vs revati thing to continue or whatever and let me stay in the middle, but it also allows me to hide behind people such as kori and the drews who I feel will always be targeted over me as long as they are in the game. ive worked my ass off, and so far I think it's paying off in the sense that im pretty well connected with everyone. but it also means I have to blindside that many more people to get myself to the end

theres also the possibility of the drews tryna use this vote change as a way to eliminate kori, which yeah would suck, and esp since ciere will know I went after him, but can he blame me? he lied to me already lol. and I mean, everyone other than ci'ere will still be aware that I tried to do what was best for them, like saving drew to the auva side, or not voting kori and voting in the minority with the revati side, so either way if this doesn't pan out how I want, I should really only have one person mad at me, and that one person isn't near as connected to people in this game as I am. so come at me bruh

god this has been such a stressful tribal, but whether I vote in the majority this time or not, if everything pans out the way I hope it will, i'll still have the trust of everyone I need in this game to still be able to keep my f2/3 deals I have so far

I will send a confessional AFTER THIS VOTE JESUS CHRISTUSUS LET ME LIVE HALLELUJAH

Yup, Kori pretty much just confirmed that he’s willing to go to the end with me. At the same time, Drew H. said that at least we know we can work together. From being at the bottom to being in a swing position right in the middle. I’m an important vote for both sides so this is stellar! It would seem that Drew T. thinks he can get Sam to flip this round btw. We’ll see if he can work his magic, but Sam specifically said he didn’t want Drew T. at the end because he’d win and he trusts me way more.

Omg, just when I felt like giving up in the codebreaker challenge I decided to keep pushing myself to find the page because I want a W & I ended up finding it! I believe I was the first person to get to the puzzle, but I’m not exactly sure because it says someone already complete it? I took longer than I had hoped on the puzzle portion & as soon as I finished Kori was being Kori. It seemed like he was trying to flex that he was finished so he might’ve beaten me ugh.

Anyway, Kori got exposed for lying to Auva 2.0 about his vote & all the heat is on him which is great! I’m kicking him under that bus just a bit to hopefully keep that target there.

Sam is telling Auva 2.0 that he wants to flip this round. Now let’s see if he goes through with that.

So I've been talking with Roxy, and it seems just about a sure thing that I'll be getting votes tonight. Loris was apparently putting my name UTB, and he decided to call me the mastermind for the John vote. WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN WANT JOHN GONE!

But sure let's see how this mess goes, I'm gonna take advantage where I can and do what I have to to come out unscathed.

Drew T is voted out 5-2-2.