#farkle fanfiction

[ladyofdecember]

Whoa dude I forgot I wrote a lot of docs for GMW!! 🤔😮 I'm so sorry I abandoned them all 🤷‍♀️😂 But like the show went downhill so fast and then just cancelled!

[kelthebarb]

ABOUT ME!

hello hello !!

i’m kelian, keli, or kel (feel free to call me either), i’m 19, and i write fanfiction :)

here are some of the fandoms & characters i write for

— TWD

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

carl grimes, rick grimes, daryl dixon, michonne grimes, enid rhee, maggie rhee, henry sutton, rosita espinosa, glenn rhee, tara chambler, ron anderson

— AOT

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

hangë zoe, eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, armin arlert, connie springer, mikasa ackerman, sasha braus, annie leonhardt

— VLD

genres: fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

pidge gunderson, lance mcclain, keith kogane, matt holt, princess allura

— MHA

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

mezo shoji, hitoshi shinsou, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, touya todoroki/dabi, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hanta sero

— GMW

genres: fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

lucas friar, farkle minkus, riley matthews, maya hart, shawn hunter

— KNY

genres: smut (only for some characters), fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

tanjiro kamado, inosuke hashibira, zenitsu agatsuma, giyuu tomioka, rengoku kyojuro, tengen uzui, obanai iguro, sanemi shinazugawa, himejima gyomei, muichiro tokito, gyutaro shabana

— ATWOW

genres: smut (only for some characters), fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

[nga yawne lu oer - lo’ak sully]

[mean - neteyam & lo’ak sully]

lo’ak sully, neteyam sully, kiri sully, jake sully, neytiri te tskaha mo’at’ite, aonung, tsireya, rotxo

— COD

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

[if i could tell her - john “soap” mactavish]

[my future - simon “ghost” riley]

simon “ghost” riley, john “soap” mactavish, kyle “gaz” garrick, john price, alejandro vargas, keegan russ, alex keller, könig

— GHOST

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets (only platonic for the girls because i’m gay)

[mountaindew angst blurb]

swiss, dew, mountain, phantom, aether, rain, cumulus, cirrus, aurora

- WHAT I WILL WRITE

dom/sub dynamics

ships

pet names

pretty tame kinks (also piss if ya filthy) (i am)

character x reader

- WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

odd kinks, shit, age regression, etc

incest

fem!reader

yandere characters/readers

requests that make me uncomfortable

n that’s pretty much it ! my requests are open, so feel free to send in some !

[rainyrainas-blog]

Why was Jennifer Bassett demonized so much in the GMW community?

I’m on my meds right now so girl meets world analysis isn’t very appealing. However, I have some thoughts to get off my chest in retrospect.

The demonization of Jennifer Basset by Girl Meets World fans and fan fiction writers was crazy. It started with the ring quote, and then everyone jumped to conclusions. I get throwing stuff at a partner isn’t a good look but that doesn’t give any evidence that Farkle was being abused. The world’s obsession with misery “porn” needs to be studied. I get like “kill your darlings” or sad-headcannon-because-its-my-way-of-dealing-with-trauma. It honestly felt a lot of fics romanticized it just because Corey has that beaten puppy look.

It made no sense why Jennifer was getting all this hate for being a bad mother when Farkle literally explicitly said, how his dad is never around and how he doesn’t spend time with during GM Money!

That’s cannon information that fic writers could expand on. I know a lot did but in a very, his parents are never home and that makes him sad and lonely. Only few when into detail about his anger and his thoughts behind their absences, most only using that line to make him seem deep and someone whose in need of saving.

Yet it seemed fanfiction writers (along with actually gmw writers) wanted to defend Minkus. His character is super misogynistic and dated. Jennifer feels fresh and, I actually can believe someone like Jennifer to be a changed women; But Minkus didn’t change and he’s successful, that’s a good message to send to kids.

And maybe Jennifer is terrible alcoholic mother who abuses her children, but probably not. Nevertheless, we know Minkus is workaholic who doesn’t spend time with his kid, that’s undebatable. Only if the topic is done with grace and meaning to the fic should something so violent be explored. there are so many other things that make Farkle interesting that are cannon about his life. His cannon info is enough to put someone in years of therapy? Like His parents already fight all the time, his dad is never around and he’s been bullied all his life. Why add more when there’s already enough suffering to go around?

[iamfarfromvibingrightnow]

Saw you love talking ships. Into any GMW fanfictions?

MY FIRST ASK!

It may seem odd but this is a big deal for me so thank you :D

Yes I adore talking ships. I see you're a rilaya enjoyer and I feel the need to express that they were basically canon (I'm also a zay x farkle fanatic which I know may seem odd but I have no shame)

my experience with both gmw and fanfic is that I'll go through phases where I fall into a DEEP obsession with each which lasts about a month. The problem is that both these phases never seem to happen at the same time so I never did get into the world of gmw fanfic. HOWEVER now that I have discovered you I feel my obsession returning at the same time that I am currently in my fanfic phase, so if you have recs it would be much appreciated!

[corklen]

Exploring an idea

I have written A LOT of angsty Farkle Minkus fanfiction throughout my teenage years. He was my vassal for exploring complex family structures and learning how to write good stories. He was a sponge for my ideas.

My main question in writing these kinds of stories was unpacking Farkle Minkus's family structure and how it has impacted him. Using that I would expand the stories into how it impacted his relationships, mental health and self image.

One possible idea for unpacking him within the Minkus family that I never touched was if his father died. I did write one with his mother's death but never with his father's.

Imagine, Farkle whom doesn't have that great of a relationship with his father finally express it. Not like in Money, but in a more volcanic way. Where his anger and pain starts spilling out.

Like he passes out in class and we can FINALLY address that pothole. But either of his parents are there and this makes Farkle really upset. So Farkle is kinda just stuck at the hospital, and the friend group tries in lots of silly ways to break into the hospital to see him. Finally Farkle is let out by his dad who had a communication breakdown with his mother and thought she had gotten him. Farkle is livid, yelling at his dad. Farkle refuses to stay at his house as he doesnt wanna talk to his dad and sleeps in Riley's closet (without Mr.Matthews knowing). When Mr.Matthews finds out, he forces Farkle to talk to his dad and his dad finally comes to his senses and decides to retire. This choice causes his parents to divorce but its seen in a positive light. Like maybe this relationship isnt healthy and we need to put our sons needs before our own wants and needs.

Farkle is happy and all is well. He feels loved by others (maybe not quite loving himself) but nonetheless life is great.... until his father dies of an unexplained heart condition reason.

His breakdown happens in 10th grade and his father's death happens in 11th grade. Farkle is shocked, upset and determine to find a the reason and cure for his father's death. He refuses to talk to his Mother as he blames her. Justly neurotic, he almost fails out of school and breaks up with Smackle.

This whole thing puts a strain of on the friend group. Lucas confronts Farkle as its been a couple months and he's still acting "normal". His causes a fight and a whole 'Texas Lucas Arch'. Riley chooses Farkle's side, saying they cant just let him go. Lucas and Riley break up, its only until the couple days before Senior year Farkle and Lucas are able to reconnect.

Senior year starting, Farkle's finally reconnecting with his mother and coming to terms with the lost of his dad. He works with Smackle to develop a drug that pretty solves what his dad died from (probably some super scienceity and rare heart disease). Farkle wants Smackle to be the face of the treatment drug, super sweet moment. He is no longer basing his self worth on academic achievement.

Farkle gets into every college, the whole dead dad and solving a rare heart disease is a golden ticket. But the rest of the gang aren't so lucky, expect for Riley who gets on the waitlist as Yale. Farkle decides to give up his spot to hopefully get Riley off the waitlist. Riley gets super mad at this and wants to get in by herself, so she writes an essay on a bay window on campus that connects to her own.

Riley ends up getting off the waitlist and learns that Farkle still had his spot. He had never called the school to give her his spot. This makes Riley realize how much Farkle cares about her and she's like "It's always been him."

Farkle gives a killer valedictorian speed, Smackle was also valedictorian but gave the speed to Farkle. Riley runs in late for some reason, and tells Farkle how much she loves him and how its always been him. They have a sweet kiss and everyone cheers.

Farkle and Riley both go to Yale and Maya goes to the small art school next to Yale. (Smackle doesnt go to college because she's too smart, Lucas goes to play baseball at Wake Forest and Zay gets into lacrosse at made up top lacrosse school).

[raggedy-anne4013]

My Thoughts on 'Girl Meets Farkle'

Girl Meets World was my special interests for years. I can quote many of the episodes by heart and it was the first show I ever started writing fanfiction for (though I didn't know what fanfiction was at the time). Recently, when I decided to see what the internet thought about Girl Meets World as it is still my comfort show, I found out that the show had practically been cancelled due to the episode in which Farkle is suspected to have ASD. I know I'm late to hop onto the bandwagon but, as an Autistic person who absolutely loves this show, I thought that I might as well rant on Tumblr :)

GMW is a very Autism coded show. The main characters Riley, Farkle and Isadora are all Autistic (in my opinion) and a lot of the dialogue, therefore, is very accessible, straightforward and easy to understand for someone with Autism. Whilst this is similar for a lot of the Disney shows (such as ANT Farm and Liv and Maddie), GMW has always struck me as more so in this regard.

However, in 2015, though the DSM-5 was in effect (published in 2013), there was still a lot of stigma regarding Autism. As this study from WHO articulates, there was "a general lack of public awareness, as well as prevalent stigma and discrimination [which] act as significant barriers to the engagement of families and communities in advocacy efforts." Thus, when this episode was aired, their wouldn't have been many of the available resources we have today. We have taken leaps and bounds in the area of neurodiversity (not just Autism) in the past 8 years and we take this for granted sometimes.

Should the writers have done more research or asked Autistic people? Yes!!! Definitely! But I truly believe the people on the show were trying their best with what they perceived they had.

As well as this, a lot of people have treated the scene in which Maya and Riley try to 'gaslight' Farkle into believing he's not Autistic as mal-intentioned. I've seen people (I don't know who, sorry, please share if you know) say that they treat Farkle as if he's being tested for Cancer and not ASD. However, may I just say that ASD is a disability! I think it's normal to be shocked when someone you've known all your life has been suffering with something and you did nothing to help. Both my parents went through this realisation and it was not inherently malicious or filled with ill-intent. They were just surprised and acting as they knew how. This is only furthered by the lack of information they would have had at the time.

On top of this, the treatment of all the characters to Isadora who was diagnosed as Autistic, was great! They accommodated her and accepted her differences but didn't judge her for them. She was (in my opinion) seamlessly added into the group! Farkle's parents said near the end of the episode that "even if Farkle had been diagnosed with something, it never would have changed how much we love him". I really don't think that this was intentionally harmful for these reasons. I think they were trying to express that being Autistic is how life is for some people but that does not make them any less deserving of love (also shown by the Smackle and Farkle relationship which I think really started this episode).

Finally, I just want to say that this episode helped me realise that I might be Autistic. The reading of traits of Autistic people and the portrayal of Isadora (however flawed) led me to do my own research and discover the world of Autism. I had grown up in a family which had previously believed that Autism was a condition that belonged to naughty little boys with behavioural issues. Since then, five out of the seven people in my family have been diagnosed and one more is self-diagnosed.

I don't want to dismiss the pain this might have caused for some people but I really just want to reiterate that even if you perceived it to be a horrible depiction of Autism, at least it started the conversation! At least it opened up those doorways to more research. The TV industry is very flawed but if we keep cancelling them for representing disability and minority groups, they will stop! So thank you to the GMW writers for trying.

[fanficsbykay]

Seven Days

Summary: The Clique's Six annual reunion is coming up and so are a lot of secrets and changes. Can one week bring friends closer together, or further apart? Find out in Seven Days, based on the Mary J Blige song. Rucas Centric. Joshaya; Smarkle;

Word Count: 2,190 

Chapter 1:  A Friend of Mine

MONDAY

She tossed the thin dark purple cardigan on and listened to Maya rant about the inconvenience of their impromptu reunion. Riley giggled as Maya waved off a euphemism about Farkle and Isadora flying in late that evening. Riley grabbed her keys and shuffled Maya towards the front door. Maya groaned and leaned back into Riley’s arms purposely making it hard for the bubbly brunette to move her. 

“Maya,” Riley chastised and the blonde smirked. 

“Oh come on Riles, do we really need to go get party supplies? It's just us six!” Maya groaned. 

“Maya it's been a year since all six of us were together! Aren’t you excited to see our friends?” Riley pouted. 

“Yeah, I guess,” Maya said and rolled her eyes. 

Riley knew it was a front, and that Maya was just as excited as she was. Despite being close the clique six had spread out across the continent for college. Maya and Riley stayed true, and both got into NYU. While Riley went to Steinhardt for English Education, Maya found her calling at Tisch for Collaborative Art. Although in different programs, they became roommates in a cramped two-bedroom, a gift from their parents. Their friendship never wavered and if anything it got stronger over the last few years. As their junior year ended they wanted to celebrate with their best friends. In just mere months they would be college seniors, and then off to more school or careers. 

“Farkle got us a suite,” Riley teased and Maya grinned. 

“A suite? Okay, Minkus, guess that business degree is working after all,” Maya mused and stood up straight. 

As the girls found their place at NYU, Farkle and Isadora found their place at Stanford University. Although Princeton University was their goal, they both realized the move across the country would do them good. It was no surprise that both of them had done well successfully that they were graduating before their friends. Farkle in the fall will be attending Stanford Graduate School of Business and Isadora will start her Ph.D. program in Neuroscience. Another reason for their motley crew of friends to come together. 

“It's more like a graduation gift from his parents,” Riley said and led Maya out of their apartment. 

“I can't believe those two geniuses are already going to their second degrees, I barely think I am going to make it out of my bachelor’s,” Maya groaned as Riley locked the door. 

The two linked their arms together and Riley giggled. 

“Maya you're doing great in school, As and Bs,” Riley exclaimed. 

“It's only because I am actually interested in school now, why couldn't we just jump to college?” Maya asked as they walked down the stairs. 

“That's not how life works,” Riley said as they left the apartment building. 

Loud city noises blare down the streets and the crowds shuffled through masses of New Yorkers. Both girls leaped into the mass and followed the flow down the street. 

“I hope Party City isn't crowded,” Maya said as Riley smiled brightly. 

A benefit of having an apartment in Union Square was that everything was close by to them. They could pop in, get some supplies and grab lunch all within walking distance. 

“I doubt it, no major holidays, just some graduations in a few weeks,” Riley said. 

“So … we talked about Smarkle, is there a particular someone you would like to talk about before we see them?” Maya teased. 

“Zay? I heard he might double major,” Riley shrugged. 

“What is he? Can he?” Maya asked as Riley nodded. 

“I mean he is a dance major, maybe he wants to do something in that field but more,” Riley said. 

“Sounds like a lot,” Maya mused. 

“I know but it's Zay, and Duke is letting him do it, why not take advantage?” Riley said 

Zay’s college choice was a surprise to all of them. They knew Zay was eclectic and loved to do different things, but they all assumed he would go back to Texas. He threw them for a loop when he decided to go to Duke University in North Carolina for Dance. They knew he liked ballet but didn't think he would take it on as a major. 

“Wait! You deflected! You know who I was talking about Riles. A certain cowboy down in Texas,” Maya teased. 

Lucas. 

Lucas’s choice was no surprise to Riley, she knew what he was interested in since they were in the seventh grade. So when he announced he was going to Texas A&M Riley was excited for him no matter what. They decided it was in their best interest to break up and stay as friends. Allowing one another to explore these new waters without being weighed down by a significant other. However, it didn't matter to Riley as she never found anyone to match Lucas on any level. Sure she went on dates and flirted around, but nothing was serious. No one was able to make her feel like he did. 

“Lucas?” Riley asked. 

“You said Huckleberry’s name, that's a big step for you,” Maya said with a grin. 

“I always say his name, it's you who insist on these nicknames, Maya we’re twenty-one now. Don't you think it would be a good time to drop the nicknames?” Riley asked. 

“What and miss out on annoying moral compass, do you know me Riles?” Maya fake gasped and Riley chuckled. 

“Yes I do, and to answer your question, there’s nothing to talk about, Lucas and I are friends, with the exception of Smarkle, we are all friends,” Riley said and directed Maya into Party City. 

“You two were always more than just friends,” Maya said as Riley dragged her towards balloons. 

“Why are we getting party supplies again?” Maya groaned. 

“Well while we are just becoming seniors, Farkle and Izzy are graduating. I thought it would be nice to have something like a little congratulations thing during our reunion,” Riley said as she perused gold and silver balloons. 

“Do we have to get gifts?” Maya asked. 

“I’m getting them cards, and I got them each something small, just a congrats thing. You don't have to, you know how I feel about gift-giving,” Riley said with a smile. 

“You love it you fruit loop, I guess I’ll look for something here,” Maya sighed and followed Riley down the aisles. 

As the girls scoured the store for supplies, they kept the conversation light about their friends. Catching one another up on information to prepare for the annual reunion. Maya laughed as she picked up small party favors and found two keychains for her friends. 

“Look one for each of them, the dollar sign for Farkle, and the brain for Izzy,” Maya said as she jingled them. 

Riley playfully rolled her eyes and smiled at her best friend. However, she knew the two would love Maya’s gift and treasure it because that is what friends do. 

“I have a special order to pick up,” Riley said as she walked towards the counter. 

“Special? Oh, Riles, what did you do?” Maya asked as Riley talked to the cashier. 

Riley emptied her basket of balloons, candy, and streamers. She smiled as the cashier revealed a bag with Stanford University decorations. 

“Of course,” Maya said. 

“It's going to be so much fun,” Riley said as the cashier rang up her things. 

“Fruit Loop, look I am going to the other cashier to pay for this, don't get any more supplies,” Maya chastised as she walked away. 

Riley playfully rolled her eyes once more and smiled as the Cashier scanned the items. Riley’s eyes caught a glimmer of gold and she saw a gaudy gold plastic necklace with a horseshoe. She bit her bottom lip in complementation and took the plunge. 

“Could I get that too?” Riley said as she pointed to the necklace. 

The cashier rang it up and gave her the total. Riley swiped her card with no hesitation and smiled as she was handed the bags. Maya had sauntered over with her small bag and raised her eyebrows. 

“Got everything?” Maya asked as Riley nodded. 

Riley sat at her desk as she edited her final paper for class. One click and she would officially be done with her junior year. However, she couldn't stop herself from continuously changing the ending. Something felt off, and she didn't know what it was. She glanced at the clock and saw it was well past 11:00 PM, and she was exhausted. She rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn. 

Her phone vibrated and she glanced at it. It was a text but who it was, surprised her. She didn't know why he would text her so late but he had to have a reason. Sure they chatted outside the group chat but it was mundane, and not so late. 

Lucas: Hey you up?

Riley: Unfortunately, is everything ok?

Lucas: Yeah can I call?

Riley hesitated but ultimately confirmed that he could. Before she knew it, her phone was ringing in her hands. As she took a deep breath she picked up the call. 

“Hey,” She whispered.

“Hey,” Lucas responded. 

“Hey,” She repeated. 

“I thought we grew out of that,” He chuckled. 

“I thought so too,” Riley said as she leaned back in her seat. 

“Sorry to call so late it's almost midnight over there right?” He asked. 

“Yeah but it's fine I was up, I was working on my final paper,” Riley said as she scrolled through the document. 

“Riley Matthews hasn’t finished her homework, oh no the world is ending,” He joked. 

“Oh stop it, I have till tomorrow midnight to submit it but I wanted it done before … the reunion,” Riley said. 

“That's the Riley I know, am I interrupting? Do you want to finish it?” Lucas asked as he cleared his throat. 

Riley paused and leaned back in her chair. A part of her did want to finish the paper, but the other part of her wanted to know why he called, especially this late. 

“I think my brain is fried, I know something is wrong, I just can't put my finger on it, I can talk. What's up?” Riley said as she tried to make her voice sound light. 

“I kind of wanted to hear your voice,” Lucas said, his voice deepening. 

“My voice?” Riley questioned. 

“Yeah … I just needed to hear it. Talking to you has always been easy Riley, and I thought I would call one of my best friends,” Lucas said. 

Riley could tell something was wrong, but just like her paper, she couldn't put her finger on it. She twirled some hair around her finger and listened to him. 

“What did you want to talk about? Tomorrow?” Riley asked. 

“I’m excited to come home,” Lucas said and Riley could feel her heart race slightly. 

“Texas isn't home?” Riley asked. 

“No it isn't, not when everything I love is back in New York,” Lucas said 

“Like your friends,” Riley said. 

“Yeah but a particular one in mind. Plus I wouldn't feel so lost, and I think … I need to be found” Lucas said his voice lofty and Riley bit her lip. 

“Are you okay Lucas, you sound … off,” Riley asked as he chuckled. 

“You definitely know me the best, yeah I’m good, I had a drink and I think … it's getting to me. Don't mind me, I’m sorry for interrupting. Goodnight Riley,” Lucas said and hung up the call before Riley could say anything. 

Riley looked at the phone puzzled at what just happened. She thought about waking Maya but she decided against it. Instead, she crafted a long but well-intended text to the Texan. She needed him to know she wasn't judging him and that she was there for him. 

Riley: Hey, you sounded off. I know you said you drank but, it didn't seem like that was what was going on? You know you can talk to me always if you want to call back we can talk about what's bothering you. I hope you're okay Lucas, I’m always here for you. 

Riley sent the message and returned to her paper. She glanced at her phone every few seconds and waited to hear it vibrate back but it didn't. She sighed and started to type up her conclusion, so she could finally finish her paper. As she saved the document and uploaded it to her college portal, she checked her phone. Still nothing. As she submitted the paper, she got up from her seat and went to the bathroom to do her bedtime routine. 

Lucas crossed her mind with each task, and she wondered if tomorrow it would be easier to talk. She hoped all was alright, and she wished he would have told her what's wrong. As she finished her routine she bounded for her room. She flicked her light off and crawled into bed exhausted from the day. She grabbed her phone to plug it in to charge when she saw a new alert. She swiped through to see a response from Lucas.

Lucas: I love you. 

[thezestywalru]

@couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name would love to hear any ideas or criticism. Our plan is to write up a chapter as an episode and create a book for each season! Anyone who has the link can comment. 

[gmwfanfics]

I love Zay Babineaux and he deserves the entire world

[loser-and-lover]

We would never make it. i was sure. Life had told me many times alredy we were not going to choose each other. No matter how close it seemed, we would not do it.

I will always say that Lucaya is real, I love this couple, even though we saw little of them. Although I also enjoy the rucas.

[wellhellsbelles]

would you like to ever do a riarkle enemies to lovers fic? because i've seen only like 2 enemies to lovers riarkle fics and i think it'd be really cool to see them in a different dynamic

oh WOULD I 

yes i would and i loved every minute of writing this. it’s based VERY LOOSELY on my experience as a hostess in the popular chain italian restaurant we all know and love

anyway, enjoy!!

ao3 link or read below

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Riley doesn’t intend on making any enemies when she starts working at the restaurant.

 It just sort of . . . happens.

She’d like to think she has the supposed “Big Five” personality traits on lockdown—she’s a very agreeable person, incredibly open with others, positively extroverted, astute in conscientiousness, and her neuroticism . . .

Well, she could maybe stand to work on it a bit, but can she be calm? Absolutely.

There’s just something about Farkle Minkus that makes her want to drive a spork into her leg, though.

It’s a weird sort of dichotomy they form together, despite not being too different from one another. They hold the same sort of power in the restaurant—she’s a host, he’s a busser, and they both get paid minimum wage. While she guides the guests around the restaurant, he cleans up tables and spills, and there should be no reason for the animosity that they harbor for another.

If you ask Riley, she’d chalk it up to her first busy night at the restaurant. The night had bogged her down as she ran around the restaurant, seating guests and refilling anything they needed if she happened to be passing by them. At one point, she’d been asked to help bus tables—something she knew she’d be awful at—and he’d strolled up to her while she was trying to pick up plates, taking them from her grasp forcefully.

“Look, if you’re going to help, then actually do something useful. You’re moving about as slow as a turtle and it’s infuriating,” he had grumbled to her. “Why don’t you go be a good host and greet people with a fake smile and annoying personality?”

Yeah, that’d cinch the nail in the coffin for anyone, she assumes.

How dare he say she had an annoying personality! She was a freakin’ charm to have around, and most of the people working at the restaurant already got along with her. Why was it so hard for him to accept that fact?

Riley didn’t wish to dwell on it, so she didn’t. But she did make enemies with Farkle that night, point blank.

 //

 “Hey Minkus, mind bussing those tables I asked you to bus twenty minutes ago?” Riley calls into the headset. She’d been fed up with another busy night, and Farkle’s attitude was not cutting it for her. She nearly startled when he rounded the corner, though, his permanent look of disdain greeting her.

“You know, bussers don’t just clean tables. In fact, they actually have to listen when managers ask them to do other tasks around the restaurant,” he says, adjusting the sleeves of his black button-up that he had pushed up his forearms.

“And you know I need tables, yeah? We’re on a wait,” Riley argues back. He gives her one last glare before disappearing back into the dining rooms, and Riley hears someone whistle behind her back.

“You know you egg him on just as much as he does you, right?” Maya, one of the servers who’s quickly become her best friend at the restaurant, tells her, leaning against the host stand. Riley shakes her head.

“Not true. He started it, anyway!”

“And you can’t let bygones be bygones?”

“Why on earth should I do that?” Riley asks, incredulous. Maya shrugs.

“I dunno. Besides the fact that the two of you have undeniable chemistry? Or similar personalities? Or the same friend groups around here?”

“What do you mean ‘undeniable chemistry’? We hate each other!” Riley exclaims.

“We often harbor love under the guise of hatred,” Maya states, earning her a disgusted expression from Riley.

“Don’t you have tables to serve?”

“After your boyfriend cleans them up, yeah.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!!” Riley shouts after her friend as she leaves, the sound of chuckling fading off around the corner.

 //

 “So Zay calls out and you’re the only person who can fill his role as a host tonight?” Riley asks Farkle, exasperated. It’s a little strange to see him sans apron, standing at the host stand like he’s the same level as her.

He’s not.

“Imagine, being ungrateful that someone was able to pick up his shift so you wouldn’t be on your own. Are you always this disagreeable in the morning or is that just how you are normally?” he counters.

Riley moves to continue their argument, but guests wander up to the host stand, so she drops it for the sake of doing the job she’s being paid for. She insists on seating them in the system and then guiding them to their table, sure that Farkle will mess it up somehow. When she returns, he’s got a smug grin on his face that causes her blood to boil.

“What’s the face for?” she prods.

“Well, if I didn’t have one it’d be quite disturbing, frankly,” he snarks back. Riley would throw things at him, if she didn’t have to keep her cool for the sake of the job.

“What’s the face for?” she tries again, this time more forcefully.

“I like that you won’t let me do anything. I could make your job ten times easier by seating tables for you, but you insist on taking care of everything. Are you really that stubborn?”

“Kettle meet pot,” she huffs, turning away from him with arms crossed and nose stuck high in the air. He simply laughs and the two of them return to silence soon after, refusing to engage any further in conversation for the rest of their shifts.

 //

 The restaurant holds a potluck for Thanksgiving two days before the actual holiday. It’s a tradition set by the general manager that a lot of people enjoy engaging in, and after further convincing from Maya, Riley decides to attend. Besides, Lucas is going to be there, and she may have the smallest, tiniest of crushes on him.

Whatever. Doesn’t matter.

Riley does prepare a dish at the behest of Maya (Maya could probably goad her into anything at this point, really). She wants to do macaroni and cheese, but when she hears that Darby is going to she attempts to figure something else out, but Maya reassures her.

“Darby makes it from the box,” she explains, “And it’s always the worst. I love her, but she finds a way to ruin even the simplest of foods.”

“So it’s really okay if I make macaroni and cheese? My grandma really does have an awesome recipe for it . . .”

“Riley,” Maya says, stern, “I think I speak for everyone when I say please, for the love of god make that mac. We need quality mac this year for once.”

She doesn’t work that day, so Maya tells her she’ll pick her up right before the potluck. Riley sleeps in and then spends the rest of her hours preparing the macaroni and cheese fresh, spending a little bit of the extra time for showering, dressing, and maybe putting on a little bit of makeup.

Riley pulls the dish out of the oven with a minute to spare, grabbing a box to hold it in so it doesn’t burn her and the rest of her things, heading out the door when she receives a message from Maya telling her that she’s waiting outside. She pulls together all her things and makes a mad dash for the door, joining her friend inside the car so that they can drive off to their workplace.

Riley has to admit she’s a bit nervous—she’s been working there only a couple of months, and while she does get along with everyone, she knows she’s still new, still not quite a perfect fit in this little carefully constructed family. She hopes that this will aid to ease her anxiety and make her feel a little more solidified in their group and that she’ll just have a good time in general. This job . . . she’s grown to care for it, more than she’d care to admit.

They pull up outside the restaurant and Riley jumps out once they’ve parked, grabbing her macaroni and cheese and tailing behind Maya once she’s retrieved her own dessert from the back seat of the car. The doors click as they lock and the two of them walk inside, Maya with confidence and Riley a tad skittish behind her. They greet the two hosts manning the front, having to miss out on the celebration for a moment, and then head towards the back dining room where their party is taking place.

“Maya! Riley! Glad you two could join us,” their general manager Jon greets them. “You two can go ahead and set your food down at the tables over there and we’ll get ready to eat in a few minutes.”

They nod and do as they’re told, Riley splitting off from Maya to set her food on the table closest to her while Maya sets her dish down on the dessert table. She waits to take cue from Maya, embarrassed to be tailing her like a dog, but shakes the feeling as Maya takes a seat at one of the booths. Riley joins her, realizing one moment too late that Maya’s chatting up Farkle Minkus of all people.

“You bring anything for us, Minkus?” Maya asks, engaging him in conversation. Farkle snorts.

“God no. The last thing we need is me exploding a kitchen from my poor cooking skills. There’s a reason I’m a busser and not on the line.”

“Don’t you have a cook or something rich people can afford who can do things for you?” Maya snarks.

“Would you laugh if I say yes?” Farkle sighs, earning him a cackle from Maya.

Riley tries to restrain her curiosity, but it’s already been piqued—if Farkle is rich, then why is he working as a busser at a chain restaurant?

Whatever. Riley doesn’t care.

She spends the rest of Maya and Farkle’s conversation on the outside listening in, not really wanting to participate in conversation with Farkle because he’s, well, Farkle. Maya seems to respect her feelings, not pestering her to join, and for that Riley is thankful. She just waits in her seat patiently, ready for the eating portion of their get-together to start. Unfortunately, she has to wait another fifteen minutes for that, but half-way through she gets distracted because of Lucas’ appearance, trying her best to work up the courage to talk to him. He’s still in his work uniform—black button-up and black work pants, the sleeves rolled up mid-forearm—and it shouldn’t work for him but it does.

Right as she finally rises from her seat, deciding that she will talk to him, their general manager announces that it’s time for them to eat. He pulls them all into a quick little prayer before allowing people to start grabbing food, and by then Lucas is caught up in his own conversation with the people he’s friends with at work. Riley sighs, giving up as she joins Maya and Farkle at the buffet line their manager put together. She piles the food on her plate and then sits back down at their little booth, uncharacteristically quiet as Maya and Farkle sit back down.

“Okay, I swear to you that Yogi’s changed the recipe for this green bean casserole. It actually tastes good this year,” Maya says.

“I’ll take your word for it. I don’t do mushrooms,” Farkle tells her, wrinkling his nose at it.

“Do you not like mushrooms either, Riley?” Maya asks her, finally inviting her in to start talking. Riley shakes her head.

“No, I just don’t really like green bean casserole.”

“Holy shit,” Farkle interjects through a mouthful of food, “Darby’s really stepped it up with the macaroni and cheese. This stuff tastes like heaven.”

Riley stops, her mouth dropping open in surprise at his words. Maya’s mouth turns upwards into a brilliant, shit-eating grin that Riley just wants to wipe off her face but knows she can’t. It’s too late; the damage is done.

“That’s because Darby didn’t make it,” Maya tells him, the excitement unrestrained in her voice, “Riley did.”

Farkle registers her words, his chewing slowing down as realization dawns on his face. She half-expects him to spit it out, to retract his statement or do something else drastic, but he doesn’t. He swallows the mouthful of macaroni and cheese, sets his fork down, and meeting Riley’s gaze says, “This is really, really fantastic macaroni and cheese, Riley. Some of the best I’ve ever had. Good job.”

Riley will admit, she didn’t think Farkle would be the one to extend the olive branch between the two of them, but he does it all the same. She recognizes that her response to him will make or break the situation, but she’s not one to drop a compliment, especially one that has her blushing furiously. She can’t control it, not really, and she definitely can’t control the bashful smile that graces her face, so what the hell.

“Thanks, Farkle. I’m glad you enjoy it,” she tells him sincerely, her words startling him, too. But then he beams a grin back and Riley knows she can no longer be mad at him, not after that.

 Damnit.

 //

Friendship with Farkle after Thanksgiving is practically flawless. Riley doesn’t want to tell Maya she’s right because Maya will hold it over her for the rest of forever, but Riley and Farkle really do have a lot in common. He makes it easy to be his friend, so much so that she forgets she was ever mad at him and that she didn’t like him at all. They spend a good portion of their day complaining about someone or something from work and when they aren’t talking about that, they’re talking about outer space or their favorite tv shows or just anything.

It’s kind of ridiculous, but then again, Riley absolutely loves it. It makes working at least ten times easier now that they get along, but if anyone notices it, they don’t mention it aloud. The restaurant moves on with its day as if nothing has changed, but Riley is privy to the shift.

Regardless, their friendship is still brand new, still hanging on by a tumultuous thread. It’s something Riley can’t quite define, but it feels like the foundations are still shaky, like there’s something else that rests in the air between them when their conversations reach a lull during a slow day.

Maya voices her opinion on the subject after Riley mentions it while they’re getting ready for a costume party Sarah’s holding (“Halloween in December,” Sarah tells Riley, “It’s kinda my thing.”) Maya’s finished putting on her sexy ringmaster costume and has moved onto applying her makeup while Riley tries to wrangle and curl her hair into submission.

“It’s because you like him,” Maya tells her, working on her winged eyeliner with Bobby Fisher-like intensity.

“What? No I don’t,” Riley insists. “Farkle and I just became friends.”

“And this is supposed to deter my opinion on that? I already told you before that you had undeniable chemistry. But now you two actually get along, so now you can’t hide it.”

Riley has half a mind to make Maya mess up her eyeliner, but she’s not cruel. She’ll just remain disgruntled about the matter for the rest of the night.

Maya helps Riley with the rest of her angel costume after her hair is curled completely, and once they’ve pulled Riley’s wings on, they grab their things and leave Maya’s house. Maya drives them to the party and when they pull up, Riley has to admit that while she knew a lot of people were going to attend the party, she didn’t know this many people would be here. Cars line the empty space around Sarah’s place and partygoers are already hanging out on the lawn, enjoying themselves as the music blasts from inside the house.

Riley feels a nervous energy course within her as they walk up the sidewalk to the house. She’s excited for the party, she really is, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t anxious about it, too. All of that washes away the moment she and Maya step inside, their friends greeting them happily and complimenting their costumes.

“Oh my god, you guys finally made it!” Zay exclaims, a wide grin on his face. “Those costumes are dope as hell!”

“Thanks, of course they are,” Maya says, winking at him slyly. “But what are you supposed to be?”

Zay flashes his teeth, revealing a set of pointed fangs on the top and bottom.

“Teen Wolf!”

“That is both lame and fantastic,” Maya laughs, then turns to search the room. “Farkle here yet?”

“Yeah, last I saw he was playing beer pong with Lucas and couple of others. Why don’t you two get some drinks and then we’ll head that way,” he suggests. Maya nods and they follow him to what Riley supposes is the kitchen. He mixes them up a couple of drinks and hands them off to them, chuckling when Riley sniffs hers and scrunches her nose in disgust.

“Jeez, how much alcohol did you put in this, Zay?” she asks.

“Enough. Now drink up and let’s go, Matthews!”

She sighs and gives in, stealing a sip as they make their way to where Farkle and Lucas are. She almost gags at the pungent liquor smell again but drinks it anyway. It’s a good thing, too, because when they find the supposed beer pong tournament, it’s not Lucas who has her heart racing.

“Maya,” Farkle greets her when he spots her, but when his gaze lands on Riley, he practically beams. “Riley! I’m so glad you could make it!”

Words seem to fail Riley right now. She’s not sure why she’s feeling so off but seeing Farkle dressed as gladiator has sent her off-kilter. He looks so damn good in his costume and she starts debating whether or not she should abandon the drink Zay gave her altogether if it’s making her act like this.

“Hey, Farkle, good to see you, too,” she finally manages awkwardly, huffing in embarrassment before backing her drink like there’s no tomorrow. So much for abandoning it.

“Whoa,” Maya gasps, rushing over to Riley’s side, “What are you doing?! I thought you told me earlier you were going to take it easy.”

“I lied. Wanna make me another drink? I’m gonna need it,” she insists, ushering Maya back to the kitchen. As soon as they’ve made it, Maya shakes Riley off of her, glaring at her.

“What the hell was that about?!” she yells. Riley opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it again as she goes through the five stages of grief in her mind. After a moment of silence and Maya waving her hand sporadically in Riley’s face to bring her back to earth, she says,

“I couldn’t be there anymore. I need more alcohol if I’m going to get through this night.”

“I don’t get why you’re acting like this? You were fine until we—” Maya pauses, then realization dawns on her face, “Oh!”

“Maya—”

“Holy shit, you don’t wanna go back there because you think Farkle looks hot in his costume. This is hilarious.”

“No it’s not! I don’t have feelings for him, I just think he looks . . . really good,” Riley tries, but Maya’s already grinning like an idiot.

“Now we have to get back there. I’m going to try so hard to set the two of you up it’s not even funny.”

“I don’t need your help! I don’t wanna be set up!” Riley exclaims, but it’s too late. Her decision has been made.

“I’ll make you a drink and then I’m gonna get you alone with Farkle. It’s gonna be fantastic.”

Riley groans, knowing she’s fighting a losing battle.

She does loosen up a bit after she’s finished off the second drink, but that doesn’t mean she’s gonna give into her friend’s plan.

And Maya does follow up on her promise despite Riley’s every effort to make it hard for them to be alone—after many failed attempts, she forces them in a spin the bottle circle. Riley only agrees to it because she’s borderline drunk and doesn’t care about a quick kiss with anyone, but when she finds out that whoever the bottle lands on is sent to the closet for seven minutes in heaven, she tries to run.

But it’s too late.

Maya’s spinning skills are off the charts, the bottle ends landing between Riley and Farkle. Everyone whoops and hollers at them except for Riley and Farkle themselves, but they still go follow the rules begrudgingly, allowing themselves to be shoved into a closet for everyone else’s entertainment.

“Go get ‘em, tiger!” Maya’s muffled yell erupts from beyond the closed door. Riley sighs.

“You know we don’t have to do anything in here, right?” Farkle tells her. “I’m not gonna force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“Really?” Riley asks, spinning to turn and look at him, but that ends up being a mistake. She’d misjudged just how small the closet was, and she ends up pressed against him, his arms gripping her biceps when she stumbles a bit from the alcohol.

Whatever words Farkle wanted to say have since died on his lips, if his comically large eyes were anything to go by. Riley knows she’s gone though when she finds herself lost in the stormy gray irises of his, her brain actually entertaining the thought of kissing him.

It wouldn’t be so bad if I did, right? her brain asks her.

Right, her heart agrees.

Testing a theory, Riley’s hands rise to rest gently against Farkle’s cheeks. His breath stutters as soon as her fingers grace his skin, and she knows there’s no going back when she glances at his mouth before leaning in.

This is such a bad idea, she tells herself, But I don’t think I care enough to stop it.

Right when mouth is only centimeters away from Farkle’s, close enough that she can feel his breath ghosting her lips, the closet door swings open. Farkle and Riley jump apart, and whatever spell befell her has washed away, leaving confusion in its wake.

“Alright you two, get out so the rest of us can have some fun!” someone shouts. Riley nods and ditches Farkle, grabbing Maya by the arm and tugging her outside urgently.

“What the hell, Riley?” Maya grumbles as soon as they stop in what Riley deems is a quiet area.

“I think I have a crush on Farkle. I have a crush on Farkle, don’t I?” Riley asks.

“No shit,” Maya says, rolling her eyes, “You kind of made that abundantly clear tonight. But after all that hard work I went through you didn’t even follow through!”

“How can you tell?” Riley frowns.

“Because your lipstick is still perfectly fine, red as can be. If you kissed him, it’d be smudged and all over his mouth. Plus, I don’t really think Farkle would’ve survived it. I think he’d probably need to sit down for the next century in order to process it all.”

“You’re the worst,” Riley whines. Maya pats her shoulders sympathetically.

“I know, Sunshine. I know.”

 //

 Riley’s never been one to know how to act around crushes, but her crush on Farkle has rendered her absolutely neurotic. She still talks to him, of course, but she has a harder time starting conversations. What would he even want to talk about? Does he even want to talk with her?

It’s Riley’s favorite pastime, going into the land of overthinking. She excels at it a little too well.

After two weeks of utter turmoil and downright awkward interactions with Farkle, she thinks that maybe she’s just eternally hopeless. Whatever she might feel for Farkle doesn’t matter, because she can’t even figure out how to just be around him. She may as well just quit while she’s ahead and just give up on the hopes of ever being near him again.

Unfortunately, she doesn’t get that option.

Her manager suggests one morning that Farkle help her unload the boxes of wine they just got in, and when Farkle asks if she wants help, she says yes. Normally, she’s used to unloading it all on her own, but the thought of spending quality time with him is just too tempting to pass up and her brain is just dumb dumb dumb.

The restaurant is quiet as they unload each case of wine, save for the never-ending music selection on repeat with eight versions of the same five songs. But it’s nice, sharing a moment with him where they don’t have to talk about anything, just stock wine in the coolers.

Nice, of course, up until their fingers brush up against one another’s, sending electricity coursing straight through Riley’s system. She wonders if he feels it, too, but she doesn’t have to worry any longer when his gaze finally meets hers, the shock apparent on his face. They endure a long moment of silence until Riley can bear it no more, the words falling out of her mouth unbidden.

“Farkle, I really really like you. As in like like you,” Riley blurts.

“Oh thank god,” he breathes before pulling her in for a kiss.

It shouldn’t be great kiss, by all means—they’re both kneeling behind the host stand, the cooler doors open and bottles of wine still waiting to be stocked while a jazzy version of Wonderwall plays in the background. But that doesn’t matter to Riley; she’s with Farkle and they’re kissing and she never wants this moment to end.

It does, though.

“Ahem,” a voice clears their throat, causing Riley and Farkle to split. She has an oh shit moment when she thinks it might be their manager who’s caught them kissing while on the clock, but then it’s even worse when Riley realizes who it is.

“Oh. Hey, Maya,” Farkle greets her sheepishly, earning him a cackle from Maya.

“This is fantastic! I love being right!” she shouts.

Riley buries her head in Farkle’s shoulder in embarrassment, but she smiles secretly—

She loves that Maya was right, too.

[gmwproblems]

we’re live people

[literally-peaches-blog]

Night flight 2: The Ocean Calls

Pairing: Farkle Minkus x Reader

Prompt: a requested continuation of night flight. The last day of vacation spent at the beach. You and Farkle sort out your relationship and how it will change back in New York.

Warnings: none.

Author’s note: I hope you enjoy this, I had lots of schoolwork and homework to do so I hope this is good.

Part one [Here]

Word count: 1195

You closed your eyes as the wind blew passed you. You put your arms up with a giggle rising up your throat. “This is great!” You yelled out. You heard a laugh next to you. You opened your eyes and turned to look at Farkle. He was driving on the mountainside road. The two of you had rented a jeep without a top to feel the nice breeze as you drove.

You saw Farkle look at you with a smile and turn back to the road. You looked out the car to gaze at the endless blue crashing on the rocks below you. After a few days of sightseeing, this day was for some fun at the beach. The water was a clear blue transitioning to a darker blue the deeper in.

You adjusted your hat and played with the hem of the long thin sweater you were wearing to cover your swimsuit. “Hey, Farkle,” you sang, “Are we almost there?”

“Almost. The parking is right around the corner.” And it was. There was 3 cars parked, so there was plenty of space to park. Once the car was parked, you practically jumped out. Farkle got your supplies from the back of the car and you took both of your backpacks.

You met with Farkle in the front of the car. “Ready?” Farkle asked. You chuckled.

“Of course.”

He grabbed your hand and gently pulled you along with him. You let out a laugh as he made his way over to the sand. He let go of your hand as soon as he found a good spot. You laid out a towel as Farkle set up an umbrella. The cooler of water and snacks was set between the two towels you had put down and under the umbrella.

“Come on!” You tilted your head to the water. You take off the sweater to reveal your swimsuit. You walked closer to Farkle to grab his hand. You look up at him, “The ocean calls.”

He squeezes your hand as he places a quick kiss on your cheek. “Then we answer.” The both of you walk to the edge of the water. You wiggle your toes in the sand as the water rises to your ankles. “Do you think the tide will get closer to us. We’re close to the water.” Farkle questions.

“We’ll have to find out right.” You walk closer and look down at your feet. The water was to your shins. “I think we should make something…” you trail off in thought of what to do.

“Sandcastle!” You say. You go back to the sand and sit on the ground. Farkle takes a seat next to you. “We should make a moat, then the castle in the middle of course.” You begin to dig a big circle. Farkle starts with the castle.

The making of the castle was a bit challenging but it was fun and so was the conversation with Farkle. He was naming facts of kings and queens. You listened with interest and with a smile as Farkle kept talking about history with a twinkle in his eyes.

The sun was setting making the sky light up with the familiar oranges and pinks. The waves themselves reflected the changes. You were on the beach towel that you and Farkle had set up but only one was being used. Farkle kept on saying how he was so far away even though you could touch his hand without even stretching your hand all the way out.

He joined you on your towel without too much protest from you. You had your head on his chest and he had his chin on your head. “You know (Y/N), you’ve been the best thing to happen to me this vacation.” Farkle’s heartbeat quickened as he said that. You could hear it, but he couldn’t hear how your heartbeat did too. You pull away to look up at those dark blue eyes you’ve grown to become a fond of. The depth captured in them, it set your brain to mush.

“You are too. The best part of this vacation,” You agreed. You bit your lip and broke your gaze from Farkle. “But I keep thinking of after.” He took you chin with his fingers, it was like a feather, soft and light, and lifted it so you could meet his eyes.

“I don’t want for you to just be a part of this vacation (Y/N),” He moved his thumb in a circular motion, Up your jaw then back down to the start of your jaw then again. The touch sent some sort of tingling feeling where ever he touched you. “I want you to be the best part of my life.”

“What do you mean?” You blushed at his comment. You could see his blush as he looked away for a moment then back at you.

“I mean, I want you to be with me in New York. I want you to go on dates with me and meet my friends. I want to be there for you and help you through your hard times,” he pauses to take in a shaky breath. “Will you be with me in New York and be my girlfriend?”

You pull Farkle by his shoulders into a hug. “I would love to.”  He hugs you around your waist and sent those tingles around your waist. You pull back and lean in. You feel Farkle’s lips brush against yours. Once your lips meet it becomes pure bliss. He pulls you closer to him to deepen the kiss. You run your hands through his hair. He pulls away and kisses your nose.

You pull him in for another kiss. This one was just as tingly as the last. It made you melt into the kiss. You felt something touch the tip of your foot, then to your ankle. It was cold and wet. You pull away from the kiss and look down at your foot. The tide was high and coming up fast.

“Uh oh.” Farkle said as he stood up to take the towels off the ground he put them on top of the cooler. You scrambled to your feet before the water got you anymore wet. Farkle had gotten everything off the sand and turned to look at you. The both of you burst of laughing.

“We got a little caught up didn’t we.” You said in between laughter. Farkle just nodded because he was laughing. The two of you calmed down just as the waves moved back into a good distance away from your spot.

“You have a cute laugh.” Farkle commented.

“Shut up.” You said as you blushed. You picked up the backpacks. Farkle picked up the cooler and the umbrella. “I think it’s a good time to leave.”

The jeep the both of you came in was the only car in the parking lot. You put everything in the back and hopped in. Farkle took the driver’s seat.

With a smile, Farkle took your hand and drove from the beach. Today was the last day of vacation but not the last day of you and Farkle.

request here [x].

[writeroffandom93]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Girl Meets World Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Farkle Minkus & Original Female Character(s), Maya Hart/Riley Matthews, Josh Matthews (Girl Meets World)/Original Female Character(s), Topanga Lawrence-Matthews/Cory Matthews, Katy Hart/Shawn Hunter, August "Auggie" Matthews/Ava Morgenstern, Lucas Friar/Original Female Character(s), Isaiah "Zay" Babineaux/Original Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Farkle Minkus, Cory Matthews, Topanga Lawrence-Matthews, Riley Matthews, Maya Hart, Katy Hart, Shawn Hunter, Isaiah "Zay" Babineaux, Isadora Smackle, Original Female Human Character(s) Additional Tags: Love, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Family Summary:

A girl name Kaylee is best friends with Maya, Riley, and Farkle, ever since a child, now in their first relationship they must figure it all out together especially life, love, and family she and the gang take on the world together to figure it out.

Meanwhile, Farkle's older sister Ida teaches and watches over her brother for their parents, learning things with Josh who she had a crush on since ever meeting him as they are the same age.

Maya and Riley always had loved each other since childhood and now on their first day, they figure out they love each other more than just friends.

The gang Riley, Maya, Kaylee, Farkle, Lucas, Zay, and Ida take on life's challenges and begin to figure out who they are before it's time to grow up but right now the first five gang figure out middle school still as we will see a bunch of friendship, love, and family wrapped in one.

[huckleberrysclutterbucket]

Maya: Finally

Riley: What happened?

Maya: You know... there’s a time in every girl’s life that separates a before and after in her life. I’ve finaly reached mine.

Farkle: You got your period?

Riley: Farkle! This is not about periods. Why do guys always asume that?

Farkle: I’m sorry. I just thought that it was a big deal... is when your body starts functioning different and hormons change the way you feel and see life forever.

Riley: Yeah... but still. It could be anything else.

Maya: No, he’s right. I got my period.

[nhsflickerx]

I might be working on a Riarkle fanfiction 🤫 Get ready, it’s almost done.