#farkle x reader imagine

[purple-imagines]

Send me some requests about old nickelodeon/disney shows. There isn't enough, and I need some goods one, lol. Max Thunderman, Adam Davenport, Josh Willcox, Henry Hart, Ray Manchester, PJ Duncan, Farkle Minkus, etc. My boys deserve some more love.

[oxangejuice]

fluffy mutual pining friends to lovers with farkle please?? any scenario goes, i love your writing!

farkle <3

♯. the romantic way — farkle minkus

warning: none, headcanon lowkey, probably not what you wanted, the uses of the word “women”

you/yours pronouns are used!

friends with farkle since diapers it seemed

primary school friends who never played with the other kids only maya and riley popped into your lives

you and farkle played “house” you both were the parents of riley and maya

the game eventually died down when maya called it stupid

but that did stop farkle and riley from playing the game with you as maya watched from the side

middle school

farkle was born a genius and some of that did rub off on you but if you needed help he would always be down to do it

this is when farkle started to called you, maya, and riley as his “women” and his crush on all three of you grew but no one ever took it seriously because of how dramatic he could be

you didn’t really know if you liked farkle in the way he claimed to feel about you but it didn’t hurt to joke around with him

“my education or my women? my education or my women?”

if you were going farkle would follow behind

lucas friar 👹

lucas joined the group and riley quite literally fell for him. so a date ensued.

maya was more of a spectator because she was “madly in love with uncle josh”

farkle went in to kiss you after seeing riley and lucas kiss (on the lips 🤲) and it’s scared you so you stuck your hand out and he quite literally made out with your hand

after a few awkward days you and farkle chose to pretend it didn’t happen but farkle made sure to tell the entire class about it first

study buddies!

the more time you and farkle spent alone the more you actually started to like him

then donnie came

farkle was voted most likely to be farkle and decided to change his appearances.

it didn’t matter if you liked it or not it wasn’t the farkle you grew up with

got rid of donnie eventually but kept the new clothes

“i think you look good farkle.” you’d smile

“i think you look good to.”

smackle 👹

you weren’t jealous of her but the closeness you had with him seemed to replicate with her and that did sit well with you

“i will always love you. you’re my best friend.” he’d say

that’s when you could differentiate the feelings you had for him and you really really liked him.

middle school graduation

“may high school treat you well.” he’d smile

“as long as you do the same”

he walked you home from riley’s

you kissed his cheek and said nothing else

high school

no smackle and farkle

in fact high school scared everyone and you and farkle stayed joint to the hip freshman year

homecoming dances: you and farkle

science fair: you and farkle

first kiss: you and farkle

the kiss was were and definitely not like the time he made out with your hand or when you kissed his cheek

this was different… a good different

small pda

hand holding, cheek kisses

“are you two dating or what?”

🧍

you had no idea

you two sat at topanga’s one day to talk about it

ultimate decision: the best of friends who decided to date because why not :)

lucy’s notes: bro my wisdom teeth are coming in and this shit is killing me

i think you can tell i was a girl meets world stan at some point 🧍

reminder: my request are currently closed! but will be opened in the next week or two :)

[cantstoptheimagines]

Lost and Found (Core Four | Girl Meets World)

Summary — Your friends are surprised by your hidden talents.

Requested by cokecola4211 — a girl meets world imagine the reader is an artist and the gang finds your sketch book

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Nothing but fluff!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 187. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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When Riley Matthews found a mysterious sketchbook after class one day, she wasn’t sure what to think. There wasn’t a name to let her know who to return it to. And it didn’t have any notable, personal features like stickers.

The artwork inside, however, was beautiful. And Riley, being Riley, immediately showed the book to each of her friends. Maya was the most impressed since she was an artist herself. You, on the other hand, were not. 

��What do you think you’re doing?!” you asked, quickly taking your sketchbook from your friends. 

“Is that yours?” asked Riley.

“Your stuff is really good!” exclaimed Maya.

“How come you never told us you like art?” asked Farkle.

“Yeah,” nodded Lucas, “especially that picture of a sunset!”

You paused for a moment, and then asked, “You really like them?”

Your friends nodded with smiles on their faces. No one had made the effort to acknowledge your artistic skills before. It felt... good.

At last, you smiled as well, taking a seat between Riley and Maya. Each of your friends leaned in, excited to see the other drawings you had created.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Farkle Minkus Masterlist

none yet!

[solarwriting]

#13 (kisses) + farkle. thank you

when the person's face is scrunched up and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead

y/n's eyebrows knitted together as she continued her drawing, the world around her rushing by. she was so focused she must not have noticed farkle who kissed her cheek and, when she looked up, her forehead.

°

farkle was tired, the day seemed to go by as slowly as it could and he was done. he just wanted to curl up and fall asleep to some bad sitcom with his girlfriend. the two of them did just that, of course.

they were curled up on y/n's bed as they rewatch friends for the 100th time. farkle cringed at a joke that didn't age well and y/n took the opportunity to kiss him on the nose.

°

farkle kissed y/n as she grimaced at a cheesy choke he'd made. the two were at topanga's talking instead of studying.

°

y/n pressed her lips to farkle's forehead soothingly as he cried. she hugged him and assured him it would be okay, and that she had him if he needed her.

[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].

[bestfriends-0212]

Trust me!

Friendships part 2

Zay & Riley

Lucas & Maya

Zay & Lucas

Farkle & Maya

Farkle & Lucas

-Kat

[team-free-winchester]

Girl meets world

I have one request left for girl meets world and then I will not be doing it anymore, I still love the show and will reblog stuff from time to time but I just can't seem to write for the characters as well as I'd like and I find it kinda hard to do more "mature" imagimes and fics for them 💜

[trustsalvatorewriting]

Airports Are Depressing - Corey Fogelmanis x Reader

Corey Fogelmanis x Reader

Prompt: “Airports are kind of depressing.”

A/N: I’m not dead. Yay. I think.

'Airports are depressing,' You decided to myself as you sat at an airport cafe at nine in the morning, surrounded by only myself, the barista and some guy that walked in half an hour ago, looking just about as happy as anyone else here. You had decided that after sitting there for a good hour-and-a-half, since your parents insist on getting to the airport two hours before the plane even arrives in the state, and watching people. Watching people constantly bump into each other and then expecting the other person to apologize. Watching people scream at airline workers as if they're solely responsible for each and every airplane that goes through the airport. Watching thousands of people sitting alone, myself being one of them a majority of the time.

     You were well-aware that airports were depressing, and you were sure that the same could be said for everywhere else.

     You knew that I shouldn't have been there. You knew that the only thing that could come from it would be an argument with your brother, though it wasn't anything new. You knew that you should have just let my mother pick him up instead, and that you should have just given up on reconciliation a long time ago instead of going through security and finding a place to sit near his gate, just so he wouldn't have to walk for a long time. You knew that there was a high chance that he would never forgive you, but what could you say? You were an optimist. Or at least, you were trying to be.

     Your mother assured you that he'd forgive me. That it really wasn't that big of a deal, and that he was just being a 'ridiculous teenager.’ But she seemed to have forgotten that you were only two years older than him, and that maybe you were the one being the ridiculous teenager. Not to mention the fact that Sam isn't one to forgive and forget. Then again, it's pretty clear that no one in the family is.

     You glanced over to the boy that walked in half an hour ago. He seemed to be about seventeen or eighteen. His brown hair was a mess, and his olive skin tone made the dark circles under his eyes more obvious than he probably would've liked. Despite the fact that he was obviously exhausted, he kept his eyes trained on the glass in front of him that allowed us to see the rest of the airport. He was waiting for someone. After a moment of consideration, you decided that you would speak to him. You knew that it would probably be best to leave someone like that alone, especially considering the fact that he was tired and would probably snap on me or be rude, but he was a kid, and it seemed like he could use just a little bit of kindness right then.

    Taking my jacket off your lap and setting it down on the counter in front of you, you walked over to him and sat down on the stool next to him. "Hey, Mr. No-Name-Kid," You greeted. He glanced over at you, his expression unchanged. "Look, do you want something to eat or drink? Coffee? Cornbread? Uh..whatever else this menu has?"

     He was quiet for a few moments, as if he was thinking it over. "Yeah," He told you after a moment. "Thanks. Just please don't, like, kill me."

     "No promises," You joked, getting up to order the food. You ordered the first two things I found on the menu that sounded appetizing. It was coffee and a brownie, which was big enough so that you two could share it without arguing. You brought the two mugs back to the counter where he sat. He was still twiddling his thumbs, looking outside. This time, however, his eyes were trained on a girl in the gate next to the two of you. You set your mugs down and went back to grab the brownie before sitting down next to him. He glanced over once he heard the sound of the fork clattering against the counter, his eyes falling upon the food. "I hope you like chocolate."

     "I do," He assured you, taking hold of one of the forks. "Thank you."

     "No problem," You responded, taking a sip of the black coffee. "So who is she?"

     "Who?"

     "The girl," You stated, as if it had been obvious. When he sent me a confused look, you ganced at the girl that he had been staring at. "The one you've been staring at since I got back. The obvious reason that you're here at an airport at nine in the morning with no luggage, looking as if you haven't got any sleep."

     "Well, you're blunt. And honest. It's kind of refreshing," He chuckled. "Her name's Jasmine. She was my girlfriend of nine months or so. Things were good at first, but then work started to get in the way."

    He explained to you how they had a good relationship for a few months. How he would always make her laugh and how they would spend hours together on the phone, just talking about their days and pushing each other's buttons for the sake of making the other one laugh. He told you how he had slowly begun to fall in love with her, and how all he ever wanted to do was spend the rest of his life with her, no matter how it happened. And then he told you how things started getting rocky when he had to go back to work, which required him to work for twelve hours everyday for a week. How he would come home and get on the phone with her and every night, there always seemed to be a fight. That even on the weekends, one of them would lose their temper with the other and they wouldn't be able to talk for a few hours.

     Apparently, it'd always been a jealous relationship. She just hid it in the very beginning, because she was reassured that she wasn't going to lose him when he spent every hour of everyday with her. But things started to get worse, and eventually, she began asking him to stop interacting with certain people and guilt-tripping him to the point where it wouldn't technically be her fault. It would just be a choice he made, and it just so happened that she didn't seem to like that person. Things didn't get much easier when he had started spending more time with his friend Nicole, who Jasmine didn't seem to like from the very beginning. The more they argued and the more that he spent time around Nicole, the more he started to gain feelings for Nicole.

     Eventually Jasmine found out and spent three hours on the phone, screaming at him and trying to figure out whether or not she wanted to break up with him. He begged her not to, and they negotiated that if he couldn't prove that he still loved her, that he deserved her trust and that he wouldn't hurt her anymore within the next three months, she would leave him. He had a mental breakdown the next day trying to figure out how to do all three of those things, and his friends told him that he should break up with her, and that even though he was unfaithful, that didn't give her the right to scream at him. He knew that they were right, so he did, and now, here she was at an airport with her luggage, moving back to Colorado.

     You told him the story of what happened with you and your brother. How when you two were younger, he had been really close with his dad, and they did everything together. You told him about how one day, on your way to school, you turned the corner and found your father kissing another woman and pushing her against her car. You had told your brother, not knowing what to do, and he told you to stay quiet about it. That if you told anyone about it, your mom and dad would break up, and you would be the reason that they would split up. Not wanting to cause any problems in the family, you tried to stay quiet. You would come home every night and sit at the kitchen table, watching your mother bring you hot food that she had spent the entire day cooking just to make sure that your father had good food to eat after coming home from a stressful day at work.

     You couldn’t handle it. About two months later, you spilled the beans to your uncle. You told him about how you saw them by the gas station every morning on your way to school, kissing. He didn’t believe you at first and thought that you were seeing things, so he decided to walk you to school one day. When he caught sight of the affair, he took a picture and immediately rushed you home, telling your mother about what happened. She got angry with him and there was a huge fight, and she waited for him to apologize, but he didn’t care. He didn’t hesitate to leave right then and there, and Sammy volunteered to go with him, blaming you for being the reason that your parents left.

     The two of you continued to exchange stories about the people that hurt you in the past. You shed a few tears, and so did he. At one point, he had put his face in his hands. You had put a hand on his shoulder, doing your best to console him despite the fact that you could do nothing to help him.

     You asked, "She moved here to be with you?"

     "No," He shook his head. "She used to live with her dad and her brothers, here in California. She always wanted to live with her dad in Colorado, and now, I guess she's getting what she wants. You know, since her family takes pity on her now and claims that I cheated on her."

     "Did you?"

     "No! Nicole and I never did anything that friends wouldn't do until after Jasmine and I broke up. I may not be able to control my feelings, but I can control my body. I'm not a monster."

     "Hm," You mumbled, taking a sip of your coffee. There was just one thing that you couldn't grasp: why was he here? It was clear that this girl was terrible to him. Sure, she may love him, but she never really knew how to show it. She was short-tempered, unreasonable and downright abusive. This girl's done more bad to his life than good, and yet he was worried about her. He lost sleep for nights, ran to an airport and sat in an airport coffee shop in the hopes of just being able to see her one last time. "I don't get you. Your relationship is so obviously broken, and yet here you are, explaining your life story to a girl whose name you don't even know, watching a girl who doesn't even belong to you anymore."

     "I love her," He shrugged. "What do you want me to do?"

     You bit my lip, quiet for a moment. You couldn't help but think back to your brother. Think back to how, despite the fact that he screamed at you and shoved you and treated you terribly after everything that happened, you still refused to give up on him. You were still the one sitting in an airport for two hours, waiting for him to arrive so you could drive him home and cook him grilled cheese. You were still the one refusing to give up on him, despite the fact that he had given you so many reasons to do so. You looked at the clock and saw the time-- 9:26.

     "You have four minutes," You told him. His blue eyes flew to mine, confused. "You have four minutes until they're going to start boarding the flight to Colorado. She was terrible, and you don't deserve to be with someone who treats you like that; but at least I know the important of closure. I know that if you don't get your goodbye with her, if you don't go over there and tell her everything that you wanted to say but never did, you're going to regret it for the rest of your life, because you'll never get the chance to do so ever again."

     And with that, you grabbed your phone and walked back over to your previous spot. He slowly got up, as if he wasn't certain he was doing the right thing. Then he grabbed his things and ran over to Jasmine, stopping directly in front of her. He looked down, blabbering something. It was clear that he immediately regretted his decision, but he didn't stop talking until it was time for her to leave. They were both crying. It was clear that this was painful for the both of them, but you couldn’t say that you felt pity for her in the slightest. She didn't deserve it, no matter how much she claimed to love him and he claimed to love her.

     You eventually looked away, giving them their privacy. No one else seemed to want to, though, as a crowd was gathering around the both of them. You couldn’t help but be worried that you would never see him again. After spending such al long time telling each other life stories, you couldn’t help but hope that he would stay. It had been a long time since you had opened yourself up to someone like that, even if it was just for a little while and to a complete stranger. Lucky for you, your phone vibrated twice, making you lose your train of thought. You raised your eyebrows, confused, as you weren’t sure who would text you this early in the morning. You pulled out your phone, checking the message.

Text From: Corey Don't be upset. I kind of put my number in your phone while you weren't looking. I just knew that I wanted to see you again, and I knew that it'd be awkward to ask for your number post-crying. The name's Fogelmanis, by the way. Corey Fogelmanis.

     At any other point in time, you would’ve been angry that someone had gotten into your phone without permission. At that point in time though, you couldn’t help but be happy. You wiped the sticky tears from your cheeks, a smile coming to your face.

     Perhaps airports weren’t as depressing as you thought they were.

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[oxangejuice]

I had an silly idea! Farkle getting jealous when reader became friends with Chase 😂

very interesting indeed :)

♯. you belong with me — farkle minkus x reader x chase davenport

warning: none

slightly chase davenport he’s only mentioned by name

you/yours pronouns are used! fem terms are used!

FARKLE MINKUS had been the best thing about New York. Of course, the friends made along the way helped, but the relationship you had with Farkle meant everything.

You two would talk about anything and everything with each other; which included your pen pal, Chase Davenport.

You and Chase had been pen pals for almost a year ago and he somehow convinced Mr. Donald Davenport to let him come and visit you all the way in New York.

You talked about it for days, even Riley Matthews and Maya Hart were excited to see him.

“Is he cute?” Maya asked.

The group (including Lucas, Zay, and Smackle) all gathered in Topanga’s. Just a hang out of sorts.

“Yeah, is he?” Smackle asked with a smile.

You hands and been interlocked with Farkle as you smiled at your friends.

“I mean, he’s just some guy y’know?” You answered, “Kinda like Lucas.”

“What does that mean?” He asked.

“Look, he’ll be here tomorrow. You’ll all be able to hang out with him when he’s here.”

“How king is he staying?” Farkle asked.

“Though the weekend. My mom is going to take him to the airport on Monday.”

“I call dibs.” Maya said, “No one else can have him.”

“I think you’ll like him. All of you.” You smiled, “He’s super smart and—“

“You can have him Smackle.” Maya said.

You faced Farkle, “I think you two would get along?”

Farkle on the other hand didn’t think so. He hadn’t seen you talk so highly about some that he didn’t know. He didn’t know how to describe how he felt. He had been pretty bad at expressing himself and didn’t really know how to tell you how he actually felt.

“That’s great.” He smiled.

That’s when the day came. Chase Davenport had arrived in New York and all your friends seemed to adore Chase’s presence; even Maya.

But Farkle never showed. The group had all made it to Topanga’s but Farkle never came.

You excused yourself from everyone, apologize to Chase for your sudden departure.

You traveled to the Minkus residence and walked into Farkle’s bedroom, smiling at the train as it made its way around his bed.

There he sat, watching you with careful eyes.

“You never showed up at Topanga’s. I was getting worried.”

“Thought you’d been too busy with Chase to notice.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You held furrowed brows and joined Farkle’s side on the bed, “What are you talking about?”

Farkle sighed, “Is he smarter than me or—“

“Who?”

“Chase.”

The two of you sat in a silence. You had no idea that he’d felt this way nor how long he’d felt that way.

“Why does that matter?”

“You like him don’t you?”

“I like you Farkle. That’s why I’m with you.” You gently grabbed his hand and held a smile, “I left Chase’s side as soon as I realized you weren’t coming.”

“He’s just… you talk so highly about him.”

“I’m always talking to Chase about you.” You reassured, “You were part of the reason he wanted to come.”

“Really?”

“I thought it would be cool if you two talked about all your ideas and cool science stuff.” You smiled.

Farkle sighed, suckling down further into his bed, “I guess I let… my heh— get the best of me.”

“Talk to me next time Farkle.” You stood, “It’s you and me.”

“Wanted to marry you in first grade.”

“You also wanted to marry Maya and Riley.”

“Not anymore.” He smiled.

lucy’s notes: farkle minkus deserved so much more than what he got

reminder: request are open :) check who i write for just to see what i can try and do :)

[cantstoptheimagines]

Secret Santa (Farkle Minkus | Girl Meets World)

Summary — You exchange Secret Santa gifts with Farkle, completely unaware that he had something special just for you. 

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Pure fluff; proposals and mentions of marriage.

Notes ➳ ‘Can’t Stop the Holidays’ Event (1/31) ➳ Word Count is 91. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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“Farkle? Are you being serious right now?”

He smiled at you before looking down at his feet. He shrugged, refusing to answer your question. The ring you were holding in your hand glittered brightly.

“We’re graduating university now, (YOUR NAME),” he said. “We’ve been together for a while. I think I know if I want to marry you or not.” 

“Are you...? Farkle, are you asking me to marry you?” 

“I am,” he answered, “if you’ll have me, of course. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

[solarwriting]

#1 (fluff) with farkle, please.

(Fluff) 1. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."

Y/n didn't tell Farkle where they were going but all he knew was that is was cold. "Where are we even going?"

Y/n quickly shushed him, leading him into a building where they stood in a line, waiting to buy tickets or something of the sort. "You said I could pick what we do for out date, so I picked. And you can't know."

Farkle laughed and the two talked as the line quickly moved and they ended up at the front. They paid for entry, got stamped and waited in a group.

"What are we waiting for, Y/n?" Farkle asked.

"Okay, I'll tell you. It's a haunted house," Y/n explained, cutting Farkle off before he could object, "We already paid, so go with me?"

"Only if you hold my hand." Farkle said.

"Ew, cheesey." Y/n giggled.

The group began moving and just as they entered Farkle said, "Why is there a haunted house in February?" Before a man dressed as a zombie jumped out in front of him, causing him to scream and hold Y/n's hand tighter. Y/n laughed as they continued through the haunted attraction.

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Night Flight

Pairing: Farkle Minkus x Reader

Prompt: Sitting together on a long flight with a nervous flyer.

Warnings: Panic attacks.

Author’s note: I just got this random idea and was in a writing mood so I wrote it. This is also when Farkle is older so maybe like out of high school. This is a long one, be warned!

Part two [here]

Word count: 2812

You had just bought a few snacks from the small shop on the strip of stores at JFK airport in New York City. There was no way you were buying some actual food from a restaurant here, way too expensive. The store was a small one, smaller than the rest of the stores at the airport. It had snacks, souvenirs, magazines, and books. You were out of the store but stopped just before the exit. This is a long ride. I might as well get some things to read, you thought.

Quickly, you bought a magazine and a 400 page book. Just enough to keep me busy the trip. Good thing there’s wifi, now I have more things to do if I finish.

That was when you heard the soft, melodious voice of the woman announcing your flight was boarding. The walk to the entrance to the plane was a fast one but it was also hectic. There was people rushing to the entrance and you still had to pull out your boarding pass that was in your backpack, but you were fine once you got to the man in the front going over your boarding pass.

“It's all looking good. I just need to see your passport, please.” He requested. You blushed in embarrassment. Forgot it, of course. You pulled it out of your backpack and handed to him. “Thank you. Go on ahead.”

You could feel the familiar feeling of butterflies in your chest. That sweat forming on your palms that you had to wipe on your pants were sure signs you were nervous for the flight, but that always happens. You shook it off and told yourself you were just being silly.

Seat 10b was where you were to sit. You moved your way into the plane slowly. The line of people slowly separating to sit in their own seats. Seat 10b was right in sight. It was a window seat. There was only one seat left next to you and you hoped it would be someone nice.

You shuffled through your backpack, pulling out your earphones and phone. You pulled out the table in front of you to set down your things and looked out the window. Soon all you would see would be the clouds, the stars, and the moon. You always preferred night flights, it was always so peaceful.

You heard the compartment on top of your row move open and the slight creak of the seat as someone sat down. You moved your head to face the person to your right. The man next to you had a short cut and a wonderfully sharp jawline. What topped it off was his dark blue eyes. Your eyes met and you quickly looked away, looking through your bag again. The more you thought about it, the more you blushed.

You sat up, deciding not to take anything out. Should I say something, you thought of the possibilities, it would be rude not to. Soon the flight attendants came out and showed the procedures of the plane.

Not long after the pilot was heard overhead, “The flight will take of in 5 minutes.” The belt signal lit up, so you buckled up.

You were starting to freak out a bit. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. You recited that for a minute. “Excuse me,” you moved your head up to meet those dark blue eyes again. “Are you alright? You seem a little nervous.” You shook your head.

“I’m better now. I'm sorry this always happens.” You chucked.

“No need to apologize. I get nervous too. Is there anything I can do to help?” You thought about that.

“I think I'm better now, thank you…” he seemed to see what you were doing.

“Farkle,” he played with the hem of his shirt. “My names Farkle Minkus.” A light pink blush tinted his cheeks as he looked down. You smiled up at him.

“I like it. My name’s (Y/N) (L/N).” You replied. He looked back up and let out a laugh. You wished you could hear that laugh again and again.

“I like your name too,” He made a serious face as he said your name slowly. “(Y/N)...”  He returned to his shy smile. Your eyes widened a bit and you had a small smile. The way he said you name. It was just like his laugh, it wasn't something you could only hear once.

“We will begin takeoff,” the pilot spoke. You took a quick breath. Farkle kept his eyes on you.

“Here, breath with me. Slowly. Make it a deep breath.” We did that for a few moments. “See! Are you better now?” Farkle gave me a closed eyed smile and moved his hand close to mine.

The plane started to move slowly. It turned into the strip we would take of from. Then it started to move again. Then it moved faster. And faster.

Farkle must have sensed my nervousness. He was just about to say something when I grabbed his hand. He fixed his position to make it more comfortable by intertwining our hands together.

The wind was howling around the plane. This was the worst part of the plane ride. Farkle gave a squeeze and you sent one back. The plane rose up to the sky. You looked out of the window to see the ground fall away and the sky getting closer to you. As the plane leveled out you could see the whole city. New York City at its best, from the sky. The lights twinkled while you stared in fascination at the city below you.

You turned back to Farkle who was looking at you already. Both of you exchanged a chuckle and looked at your hands. You pulled away, flustered by your actions. Farkle looked no different but was more red than you. “I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Farkle.” You began.

“You didn't. Not at all,” Farkle immediately said. He glanced at the ground but looked back at you. “It was fine. I'm here.” He finished.

You smiled at him and pulled out a book from your bag.

20 hours left until arrival

You read your book in silence while Farkle did the same. It wasn't weird or awkward like other times you had been on a plane. The plane was under a spell it seemed. The babies were asleep or miraculously quiet, most passengers were asleep too or watching the in flight movie. It seemed to just be Farkle and you, reading, just being with each other.

You were completely into the book, feeling every feeling the main character felt, quietly giggling at a few of the funny moments, and cursing out the most frustrating character in the book in your head.

You reached a point when you thought you could give your eyes a break from reading under dim light. You snuck a peek at Farkle. He was quietly snoring with his book in his lap. You let out a breathy laugh and moved the book from his lap, bookmarked the page, and set it aside. You looked back up at him again.

You thought he looked adorable with his lips slightly apart, which let out his small snores. His hair was slightly messy. You hadn't realized you were staring that long until you heard, “Why are you smiling? Is there something on my face?” You blushed from embarrassment, probably. Farkle rubbed his mouth. “Did I have drool?” He poked my cheek playfully.

“No,” you stuttered out. “I can't look at you or something?” He laughed loudly. You shushed him. “You're going to wake people up!” You scolded. He grinned. You noticed a small dimple on his cheek.

“Still staring?” He joked. You crossed your arms and turned away.

“That's enough,” you huffed. “Jerk.”

18 hours left

The flight attendant came to bring Farkle and you food. It was a ham sandwich with a bag of chips and some classic peanuts.

“Anything you would like to drink?” The flight attendant asked.

“I'll have a coffee.” Farkle asked. The flight attendant started to pour the coffee.

“What about you, hun?”

“I'll have (Y/F/D), please.” The flight attendant handed Farkle his coffee and your drink to you.

“If you need anything, press that button up there.” They pointed to the button with a little stick figure over you. You nodded in thanks.

Farkle unwrapped his sandwich while you went for the bag of chips. You two ate in silence until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You let out a sigh.

“Yes, Farkle?”

“How are you doing?”

“Better now. It's been fun with you.”

Farkle put a hand to his chest. “I'm touched.” You let out a laugh.

“Better be. I don't like most people but you're okay.” You said just to mess around.

Farkle’s jaw dropped. “I'm okay! Just okay!” You laughed again.

“I'm just joking.” You smiled and Farkle returned it.

“Then what am I?” He questioned.

“Amazing.”

15 hours left

The more you talked to Farkle, the more interesting he got. He told you he was in college, majoring in chemistry. He had a wonderful group of close friends at home. He was traveling to relax for vacation since college was stressing him out and he had always wanted to explore. You understood since you wanted to expand your view of the world and not just stay in your small thought of what the world was.

“So were you always interested in science?” You wondered. He nodded.

“In middle school, I was the smartest kid in the school. In high school, I wasn't. So I became the smartest kid. I liked all my classes but I loved science.” He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

“Do you miss it?”

“Of course. It's so weird knowing I'm an adult now. I don't feel like one though.” He leaned into the seat.

“I completely understand. I feel the same way.” You crossed your legs and grabbed your sweater to use it as a blanket. You meet Farkle’s eyes, when he smiles they crinkle at the edges.

“You should sleep. You haven’t slept all flight.” Farkle’s tone changed from a sad one to a concerned one. You nodded and moved into a different position to try and get comfortable.

Each position grew less comfortable. You muttered curses at the plane seat as if it could change. You heard Farkle chuckle. You turned to face him.

“Just come here.” He said. You hesitated, but moved in closer. He reached out to pull you to his chest. Your right cheek leaned on his chest which you didn't mind but you could be more comfortable. You moved to his shoulder to rest your head.

“Sleep tight, (Y/N).” Farkle whispered. You felt yourself nod and then drift off to sleep.

10 hours left

You were the first to wake. The sun was starting to come up the sky. You were going to sit up but you felt an arm wrapped around you. Then you noticed a head resting on yours. Farkle. You didn't want to move. Partly because you didn't want to wake Farkle up and partly because you were warm and cozy with your sweater on you like a blanket and Farkle’s warmth. So, you nuzzled closer to a Farkle, savoring the moment.

“Attention, we will be experiencing some turbulence.” The pilot spoke. Farkle’s head moved up and he opened his eyes groggily. Moment gone, you frowned.

“What did the pilot say?” His voice had a slight raspiness to it. You blushed pink at the sound of his morning voice.

“We might be hitting some turbulence” you answered. You stayed in that position for a while. “I need to stretch.” He removed his hand from your waist.

“Me too,” He said, “I really want to but you looked so comfy.” You grinned at him. “You look less sleepy now.”

“I am less sleepy, I was so tired last night but I was having fun talking to you.” Farkle gave you a lopsided grin.

The plane started to shake a bit as we headed into a cloud. You hated turbulence but not as much as Farkle. He looked so startled. His wide eyes and his grip on the seat. You grabbed his left hand and intertwined your fingers with his. He looked down at you and immediately became calmer. His eyes softened and the grip he had on the chair became less tight.

“Turbulence are just chaotic changes in pressure and flow velocity. Just excessive kinetic energy in fluid flow.” Farkle murmured but you heard it. You thought it was adorable but now was not the time.

“Farkle, it's okay” you gazed up at him. You leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek for comfort. He grinned like a fool. The turbulence stopped and he took a deep breath.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He smiled and moved down, giving you a kiss on your forehead.

5 hours left

“Snacks!!” You gleefully said to Farkle. It was morning now the sun was moving up the sky, making the sky pink. You remembered the snacks you bought at the airport. “Here is some chips and some candy bars” you handed some to Farkle. He took them gratefully.

“Seems like a good treat I'm hungry.” He started to chew one. You unwrapped yours and ate one with him.

“Farkle, I don't want to bring the mood down but what happens when we get to the airport?” You asked. He looked at you with confusion.

“We're going to talk. We're going to hang, right?” He said with worry evident.

“Of course but will we? I love talking to you and being with you but if we do hang out when we get there, what about when we go home?”

“We can think about that later, (Y/N).” He looked at the floor. You grabbed your phone and earphones. You slipped them on and played your music.

You leaned into Farkle. He opened his arms and wrapped them around you, putting his chin on your head. He watched as you played a game.

“Here,” you offered a headphone. “Listen with me.” He took it and you leaned on his shoulder.

5 minutes left

The pilot announced we would land shortly. You still leaned into Farkle. He read his book and you read yours. The plane was slowly moving down.

“Farkle, can you hold my hand?” You moved to look him in his dark blue eyes.

“You don't need to ask,” he took your hand in his and rubbed small circles in your hand. “What's wrong?”

“We’re almost going to land and I just want to hold you hand.” You said staring out the window. Farkle gently grabs your chin moving it to look at him. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. Your eyes do the same. He takes his other hand and cups both his hands around your cheeks.

He leans in slowly, closing his eyes. You do the same until you feel the plane start to move down. You both jump at the change in movement. Was I really into that so much?

“It's okay, I'm here with you.” He whispers.

Landed

You walked hand in hand with Farkle down to the front entrance of the airport. Farkle suggested you stay with him during the trip so that you could sightsee together. You, of course, had to say yes but you two had different hotel reservations, so you would meet up.

You wait for the taxis together, sharing a bag of chips. “I think my number would be helpful.” You joke. You exchange numbers and set up a time to meet tomorrow.

You see you taxi pull up and you grab your things. “I'll see you later, Farkle.” You wave goodbye. Even though you'll see him again you can help but feel sad when you leave him.

Just when you were going to get in the taxi you hear, “Wait, (Y/N)!”.

You turn to see Farkle running to you. “What’s wro-”

Farkle takes your cheeks in his hands and presses his lips to yours. You feel that feeling that you felt when you were going to board the plane. The butterflies in your chest and the feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

Farkle pulls away and puts his forehead on yours. “I had to finish what we started.”

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