#larkle's thoughts

[larkle00]

stop saying neurodivergent when youre specifically and exclusively referring to autism. "autistic" is not a bad word i promise.

[rainswhenyouregone]

girl meets world was gay and SO AM I

[farklelucas]

Larkle hcs as parents?

you came to the RIGHT PLACE

farkle is always the anxious dad, constantly calling home to check up on the babysitter or installing nanny cams, it is very extra and lucas thinks it’s adorable.

that being said farkle is also the frazzled parent, so he’ll just call lucas up for the dumbest shit

farkle, on his fifth phone call of the day and his twelfth cup of coffee, in hysterical tears: LUCAS I LOST THE BABY

lucas, calmly: have you checked the crib

farkle, who has not checked the crib:

lucas is the kind of dad who will stop you in the street, take out his wallet full of pictures, and tell you about his children for hours. he cannot be stopped. run while you still can.

they both go to their kids’ soccer games/plays/debate tournaments/whatever with an embarrassing amount of support.

their kids, at some point, probably: okay you can give a standing ovation just promise not to bring the confetti canon this time

lucas, fake appalled: we would NEVER

farkle, kicking the confetti canon back under the bed: YEAH WE W-

lucas takes the whole family on yearly trips back to texas to see the farms and pappy joe and the animals and texas life. he loves new york but he also loves those moments with his family.

farkle, of course, takes the opportunity for Drama and goes all out and dresses like a cowboy every moment of every trip. the children are endlessly embarrassed. lucas is high key thrilled.

all of their friends are their kids’ “aunts and uncles,” and they try their best to keep aunt riley from spoiling the hell out of the children, aunt maya from being a bad influence, aunt smackle from disestablishing their world view, uncle charlie from drilling fantasies into their heads, and uncle zay… well he’s never done anything wrong in his life ever so actually he’s cool.

lucas always wants to name their kids something unique, like farkle’s name, but farkle said fuck that and all the kids get normal first names (the middle names though are always super weird).

farkle makes sure all of his children are smart while not putting the pressure on them that he faced as a child. like they’re multilingual from the moment they can speak but he makes sure they know that getting a c on a test is not the worst thing that can happen

lucas does the same thing with athleticism; he encourages that they take up sports, but doesn’t force them to do anything they don’t want to do.

anyway. they’re super in love and make wonderful parents.

[ambitionsource]

Pappy joe! Bridgette! Missy! Chai! rl! zc! larkle! rilaya! jack and eric! Omg i missed my kids so so much and i loved the way we got to see different relationships and friendship and all of them together as a group. Also it was so great to see them actually happy and this episode was literally hilarious and so fun!! Thank you my queens, can’t wait for the next one!!!

ahhh you are so welcome!! you definitely hit on a lot of the things we loved right there at the top haha, and we were so excited to share it with you! that’s definitely a sentiment we’re getting a lot this premiere, that it felt fun and like the perfect reunion with our kiddos, which we’re very grateful for. i’ll tell y’all, when i started writing them again this episode... it really felt like coming home. we’re so happy that you all love and cherish them just as much as we do. <3

but yes, i’m happy to report that a lot of the season feels like this in terms of the dynamics! obviously we give plenty of time to the relationships who are more... core to the characters, but one thing we loved about writing this season was playing with the wider range of dynamics at our disposal since the characters are now at emotional places where they can do that. and on the flip side, you have character’s in charlie’s world, who are going to gain more focus because that is charlie’s circle now (since he’s lowkey isolating himself from aaa). but we’re very pumped about that cast of characters as well, and can’t wait to show y’all more.

and then pappy joe... yes!! that was a somewhat later addition as i knew we needed to define the manager role as he started appearing more in episodes with these asides, and i just thought... you know... this could be fun... because manager joe is another semi-mentor role in his life and i didn’t want him to just be this undefined one-off character. and it makes sense, since chubbies will be a much more focal location this season.

so pleased with your response and that you had so much fun (and thanks for the comment on our comedy skills 🤪lol). can’t wait for next week!!

-- Maggie

[waterstribe]

YES QUEEEN... look this is why I love them so much they’re are my favorite girls literally I’ve always loved Riley always will and then Isa came in with her self and I was YES QUEEN then in that last episode where they hugged I was like is this love like I can just see an Au where rucas and SMARKLE aren’t really dating each other but they’re covering up smiley and larkel like yessss like those are the only ships I will ship if RUCAS AND SMARKLE aren’t together :3 UWU

YOUR MIND 💆🏻‍♀️ that concept is amazing like rl and sf being bffs still and being each other’s beards bc the world isn’t ready for the power that is smiley and larkle??? iconic

I personally don’t ship Lucas with anyone but riles (but totally respect those who ship larkle like that’s a super valid ship) so it’s hard for me to have an au where rl aren’t together bc like.... they’re right there, but I always try to at least get platonic smiley in there in some way bc like the international implications that their dynamic has???? absolutely incredible

also ok I also ship smaya so like an au with poly smilaya??? sign me tf up, pls lmk your thoughts on that bc your judgement on these sort of things is clearly excellent ✨

[star-veil]

Desert Creature

By Nellie Evergreen, an original piece

Content warnings: Body horror, vague but descriptive violence in the form of murder, self-hatred/vanity

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The flat expanse seems to stretch on for miles and miles, not a single dune or ruin to be seen as far as the horizon will allow me to. One gloved hand shades the sun from the hollow pits of my eye-holes, preventing the light from glancing off of bleached cheekbones and into my sensitive lenses. I can feel, as sure as the sun burning lasers into my faded raincoat, the hopeful watch of my friends, hoping for any good news on our path.

I turn and shake my head- telling them there are no structures in sight. They are quiet, and I am thankful I can’t see their dismayed expressions. Just dark eye-holes and the whistle of wind picking up sand and pelting it at our bodies.

“Then let’s keep going,” Nadia says out of the quiet, stepping to the front to lead the way down the hill. “That just means we’ve got a long walk ahead, so let’s start now.” Everyone follows suit, shuffling over the peak of the dune and down, down, down onto the flat.

We travel quietly and nobody speaks. There is the crinkle of coats crusted in sand, the wind and the crunch of soft dust underfoot, and sometimes gentle breaths of friends who need an extra gulp of air. It is hot. I don’t blame them.

Just ahead of me are Snap and Button, holding hands gently. I admire their affection, and I smile. They have each other. It’s rather darling. They were together when Nadia found them, frail and dying under the feeble tarp of a tent. They are together now, happier and safer in the group. Snap pulls away for a second to stretch his fingers. The tough leather of his gloves crack and crease before he grasps Button’s hand again. I can feel her happiness. I wonder how Snap ever fell in love with her; how one could fall in love with a bony mask and a hidden body. Maybe they knew each other before.

Snap caressing Button’s golden locks, her hands running down his tanned chest.

We keep walking.

The sun is moving down toward the horizon. Another hour? Two? I pull my hood down further to block out the light. I look down at my boots, which had split at the toe. I curse myself for letting that happen.

“Ah!” We all perk up, eyes front and scanning for what had caused the exclamation. “There!” It’s Crook, waving their arm like a flag. “Ahaha!” They made breathy noises like a lost ewe. “Look!”

We notice, and a collective sigh of relief releases from our lungs. In the distance, just at the edge of what could have been possible to walk for the night, is a frail but standing building beckoning us in with promises of safety and a good night’s rest.

-

The house is stable and for that we are thankful. We decide to stay for the night, and I split off to step into the bathroom while nobody is looking.

It’s nothing much. The toilet hasn’t been serviced in a long while. There’s a dank pit in the ground where the bathtub should be. Instead of a sink, there’s a bowl of packed dirt with some seedlings sprouting out. They won’t fare well without sunlight.

I’m chewing on my lip as I scan the room, and settle on the mirror. Shattered, only jagged fragments hanging on at the edges- sharp enough to slice skin. I draw blood with my teeth and suck it up, coppery and slick.

It’s alright. I reach into my pocket and feel for the familiar smoothness tucked away by my thigh. I run my thumb over the surface- knowing every bump and dent like the back of my hand. Touching it brings out a little sigh of pleasure. It is my illicit safety.

I pull it out with care and hold it in both hands. It’s shiny and pink. The plastic lettering on the front has chipped a little, gold paint flaking away to reveal white. I run my finger along the curved edge until I reach the hinges. Then I open it, this is the most exciting part and I forget to pace myself- heart skipping a beat as I tilt open the handheld compact. Yes… this is it.

A beast. Reflect where I should be is a creature with a mask of bone. It’s jacket is torn and tattered and it’s hidden itself under layers of protective clothing. I seeth at it. I grind my teeth and let out a guttural growl. It’s a predator, it’s an enemy, it’s something to be hunted and destroyed.

I rip away my hood and tear off the bone on my face. It clatters on the countertop as I drop it. I rip off my gloves while balancing the compact and let it all fall to the ground.

In the mirror I see nothing. I’m exposed, I’m pure, but I’m disgusting. I pull at my hair. Mousy, brown, messed from being underneath the hood for so long. I grunt and drawl and drag my fingernails down my cheek leavin red trails. I scratch away at my jaw and snag my ears. I want it gone. Eradicated, erased, burned away to nothing. Crushed to ash and mixed with sand. Torn into pieces and thrown into the sky. I want it gone. I want it gone. I want it gone.

-

I walk by Ram and Nadia on my way out from the bathroom. I avoid eye contact. Ram doesn’t call out to me and I am glad.

I settle down in the room behind the entrance hall. The absence of furniture leaves ghost marks on the ground. Lighter patches where things should be. Scratches and glass fragments, bits of fabric and piles of dust. Signs of life, but life very long ago. Flower is laying in the corner and using her arm as a pillow. I don’t know if she is asleep, so I didn’t bother her. I sit beneath a window closed up with withering tarp so the draft would go right over my head. This is time for me to think. To be alone with my thoughts and let them resonate in my head, let them take over my very conscious being. Just for now, I allow myself to fall back into deep thought.

Misery. Fear. Hopelessness. Sympathy. Pity. Hatred. Indifference. All of the emotions that bounce in my heart throughout the day.

I don’t count the days or years of time gone by, couldn’t count how many granules of sand dug scars into my flesh. I couldn’t count the losses and the gains and the problems and the fixes because it all happens so often that it blurs together. Every day is the same and eventually it becomes one great sandstorm that mars my complexion and warps me into a desert creature.

When I do fall asleep, I dream of this.

I am a hunter. I’m running through dark woods and leaping over fallen logs and boulders. My legs are strong and carry me swiftly. My nose twitches, a blood red trail of scent leading the way. Yes- I can taste it now. I lick my teeth- sharp and jagged like glass, and draw blood on my tongue. It tastes like victory. I will keep running.

I take a sharp turn and leap over a small creek. The water is still and murky. Under the cover of brambles and bush I drop to my stomach and crawl, digging my hands into the dirt to pull me closer.

But something moves in the distance- and I shoot up, ears swiveling and throat rumbling. I can feel eyes all around me- someone is stalking me. Watching me. My heart is pounding and my vision turns a sickly yellow as I feel pits of fear sinking deep.

It leaps, and we scramble-!

Claws on flesh and teeth on bone, I heard crunches and cracks and liquid coats my face.

Dank dirt nearly sucks us up and mud mixes with crimson.

I am pinned suddenly and sharp claws pierce my skin.

I look up, and my hunter smiles down with a sickly maw. Bone juts out of uneven facial structure like crystalline growths. Rot leaks out of every crevice and hole, and through its eyes I can see it’s organs and heart, trapped in a cage of thorny branches. It snarls and spits it’s acidic saliva. It’s ribcage is split open to reveal a moss-covered stomach just yearning to swallow me whole.

“NO!” I cry, and slash up with all the strength I can muster-!

The creature yowls and falls back. I’ve split it down the stomach, and sand pours out of the wound. It’s flying and kicking up and covering me, burying me until it covers my nose. The creature is screaming as sand falls from its body. It’s decomposing. Becoming glass and crystal. It disappears into sand and swirls down my throat.

I choke on the sharp granules, it’s tearing me apart and sucking the air from me- the more I try to breath in the more sand I heave in. I can’t breathe. Blood and sand fill my veins and choke out my life, dying, rotting, becoming nothing but sand-

I wake up and I’m sitting under the window again, and Flower is snoring in the corner, and I’m breaking out in a cold sweat that makes me shiver despite the warm air that’s pouring in above me. Morning light is peering out of holes in the tarp and is creating a pretty design in front of me that I take a moment to stare at before standing. It’s morning now and knowing everyone is asleep, I feel an impulsive pang to run into the bathroom and hide.

I go through the hall, step into the kitchen- Ram and Nadia are gone, but Crook and Tetra are still asleep on the floor. In the next room over, Larkling is curled close with Fen. I leave them be. I do wonder where Ram and Nadia have gone, but it doesn’t worry me as I poke my head into another room in which Snap has fallen asleep across from Siddie. I think they were playing cards, I can see some scattered around. I almost stop to pick up the cards, but I turn away and continue down the hall toward the bathroom.

My hand sneaks into my pocket almost involuntarily and circles across the compact. It’s hidden power excites me. I want to see myself clearly. I want to-

“I thought I’d find you here,” Ram says.

I spin around. My other hand was on the bathroom door handle and releases almost instantly. My heart races. I feel sweat sticking to my mask.

“I want to talk,” he steps forward and I weigh my options. I want to go feral, maybe I can punch that mask away and bite him in the cheek. That’ll scare him.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” He knows why. An instinctive growl grows in my chest. He makes a move to reach out to me and I panic, letting the animalistic snarl loose and turning to bolt down the hall. I don’t turn to see if he’s running after me because I am too focused on reaching the door, my feet moving faster than I can comprehend and my hand stretching out to turn the knob-

As soon as my boots crunch into the sand I freeze. There is no light. A shadow swallows me, and my stomach turns to ice.

I hear a choked gasp behind me- Ram- and my head tilts up slowly like a wind-up toy about to spring.

She is a monument of death himself. Crucified like an ancient savior, torn apart like a carcass by vultures. I don’t fixate on the gore spilling from her seams but the peak of the totem- something that could, one day long ago, have been a head. She is a Queen standing before subjects with a crown of bone. She is a statue crafted by artisan hands smiling down with unsettling love. Her face is sculpted and chiseled, and her mask is her frame- shattered to expose her raw expression Her jacket has been torn away to showcase the work of art and I find that the more I look upon her murdered body, the more I realize I had forgotten about my own. Deft fingers, long and pale. Brown locks, mussed only by the wind. Even her back although split open to create the horrific statue was something out of old paintings. Immaculate and unstained in every way. A flash of envy- she is beautiful, I realize.

Ram grabs my shoulder. “What the fuck?!” He cries, spinning me around.

I look at him with a vacant stare. She is beautiful, I want to tell him.

He screams and shakes me, but doesn’t hurt me. He knows I couldn’t have done this, and he releases my shoulder to fall to his knees and let out shuddering sobs. I turn back to her to look at her corpse again. Nadia was a masterpiece. I felt disgust. I felt adoration. I wanted it to be gone. I wanted everyone in the world to see it.

-

Inside me there is a creature. It is rotting and made of glass ground up underneath my boots. It smiles wickedly and pulls my strings like a puppeteer. It drives my every movement and it controls the words that spill from my jaw. Inside me it simmers and waits, waits, waits- to strike.

As I walk across the desert flat I can feel the compact in my pocket. It’s smooth against my thumb. The creature rumbles, I am pleased like a dragon hoarding gemstones. We are alone but there is crusted blood on my hands to keep me company. I don’t quite remember when it got there, but it flakes off in chunks to join the sand below. I think, briefly, that I do not miss anyone. There is no one to look at me in all my grotesque wonder. There is no bone to hide my smile.

The creature rumbles.

We walk.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Crunch.

[mbavs]

for a fic prompt can you write larkle on their first date?

Lucas had the first date location picking down to a science.

It wasn't that he'd done this often, just that he thought about it more than was probably healthy. No picnics, because Farkle would get sneezy and he practically hates the outdoors anyway. No movies, because they already do that; it's just not special enough. Not just dinner, because that's too basic and doesn't take up enough of their Friday night.

The aquarium, though, is perfect. It means listening to Farkle's rambling on all the facts he knows about the different fish, and sure Lucas is totally going to spend all of his money in the gift shop but it will be worth it. The aquarium means he'll get to take sneaky pictures of Farkle against the pretty fish tank lights.

So yeah, he'd thought about it a lot.

Farkle had mentioned wanting Chinese food earlier, so that's where they go for dinner. Lucas steals his egg rolls and somehow they eat between all or the talking and laughing.

(The fifty dollars Lucas ends up spending after it's all said and done is worth it for the way Farkle's eyes light up when they get to the aquarium.)

i'm taking prompts!

[friar-minkus]

Thoughts and/or Action  ⇒  Larkle College AU (WIP)

Lucas Friar was a man of action, instinctual, always had been, and it had gotten him into trouble at more than one high school on more than one occasion.

Farkle Minkus was a thinker, an analyst, for as long as he could remember, if he ever thought of doing something he could usually talk himself out of it. 

Was college supposed to be this complicated outside of class?

“Say it again.” “No, you heard me! There’s no way you didn’t hear me.” “Well, I need to hear you say it again!” “No. ... No, it’s your turn.” “What-?” “Do something.” “Like wh-?” “Like show me how you feel! For once in your damn life, Farkle... Don’t think; do something.”

[mikeshanlon]

who do you think was bulling Riley in Rileytown? I always thought it would be Missy in the end of the episode

hmm i mean that makes sense! maybe it was back of the class brenda as she was getting in the way of her otp aka larkle

[this-is-the-dawn-blog]

Larkle: Satisfied

Pairing: Larkle/Rucas

Fandom: Girl Meets World/Hamilton

Characters: Riley as Eliza, Lucas as Alexander, Farkle as Angelica

Warnings: Angst, maybe? Italic is Farkle’s thoughts and Italic/Bold is the past/when Farkle and Lucas met and when Lucas and Riley met

“A toast to the groom; to the bride.” Farkle says through joking chants, raising his glass of champagne to both of his best friends, the newly engaged couple grinning back at him, ignoring the echoes said by Maya, Smackle, Zay, Cory, and Topanga. “From one of your best friends.” Farkle starts, hesitating before finishing his sentence.

“Who is always by your side,” He finishes.

“To your union, and the hope that you provide.” Farkle whispers through gritted teeth, not able to continue this mental torment as he watched the couple.

“May you always.. always..” Farkle stutters, not being able to find a world. Chugging his glass, he bites his lip. “Be satisfied.” He stops, before jumping off the platform and walking to a secluded part of the engagement shower venue.

If only I could rewind, Farkle thinks bitterly as he lets the bartender pour more into his glass. Riley was so helpless.. Farkle was a Minkus, one of the most wealthy families.. That night... His mind was all over the place, mentally pacing back and forth with his footsteps only leading him back to 2 years ago.

And that is when the memories, the memories of Farkle and Lucas, and their conversations, and the look in Riley's eyes all came back to him, vivid as a newly dried painting.

"I remember that night.. I just might remember that night for the rest of my days."  Farkle whispered sadly into his glass. "I remember those Einstein girls tripping over themselves to win my praise." Farkle's mind flashs to an awkward Isadora, letting a small, wry grin taking control of Farkle's face.

"I'll never forget the first time I saw Lucas' face." Farkle thinks, pondering about how Lucas' smile made him feel warm inside, even to this day. "I've never been the same. His eyes.. his bright blue eyes, complete with his muscular frame made him instantly attracted to him." Farkle whispered quietly, his voice below an octave.

And Lucas said Hi so awkwardly, as if I were a famous person. Farkle thought, grinning, before he replaced it with a frown. I am - or was - a famous person. That's exactly why I couldn't be in a relationship with him. I forgot my fame entirely; I was just drawn in by his eyes.

"You strike me as a man who's never been satisfied." Lucas says, raising an eyebrow as he walked over to where Farkle was standing.

"I'm afraid you're drunk. Or you're forgetting yourself in the heat of the moment.” Farkle responds, nervously chuckling as he shied away from the blonde.

"That's not what I meant. What I meant to say was - are you satisfied, currently? Or have you ever been? I haven't." Lucas clarified his earlier statement, grinning at Farkle.

"Is that right?" Farkle asks, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he took a sip of his drink.

"I've never been satisfied." Lucas repeats, nodding his head in response at the shorter male.

"My name's Farkle Minkus." Farkle greets, although his brain was telling him to simply get away from the man; because he already felt a shaking pit of butterflies in his stomach.

"Lucas Friar." The blonde bows, and kisses the Minkus descendant's hand instead of shaking it. Farkle's cheeks flush a bright red.

"Where's your family from?" Farkle asks, fascinated by Lucas already.

"Unimportant, but there's a million things I haven't done." Lucas hesitates, looking for a better phrase. "Just you wait." He continues.

That was it felt like to match wits; Lucas was at my level, and every moment he talked to me on that day it felt like freedom at last. It felt electric.

The conversation had lasted only a few minutes, maybe 2 or 3: but everything we said was in total agreement. It was dream-like, even uplifting as we danced with each other. It felt awkward at first, only walking circles around each other. But when Lucas rested his hand on my waist, I simply melted in his touch. I don't know why.

"You're handsome." Farkle stutters, smiling. "And you have peach fuzz." Farkle finished.

Lucas blushes. "I know the last part of your sentence is true, anyways." He replies, grinning down at Farkle.

"Would you like to get away from this -" Farkle says before stopping in the middle of his question. He dropped his grip on Lucas as he watched Riley's numerous glances at Lucas' eyes. She was helpless; she was begging Farkle to introduce her to Lucas.

That's when I realized three horrible truths at the exact same time. Farkle chuckles bitterly, biting his lip as he grimaced.

"Where are you taking me?" Lucas asks, raising his eyebrows as Farkle wraps his arms around Lucas' arm.

"I'm about to change your life." Farkle simply replies, dragging him closer to where Riley was standing in the venue.

"Then by all means.." Lucas hesitates for a fraction of a second, before nodding. "Lead the way." Lucas finishes.

Number one reason why I couldn't marry Lucas? Farkle whispers sarcastically, purposely knocking his head against the wall. I'm the Minkus heir; I'm a man in a world in which my only job is to keep my family wealthy. My father has no girls, so I have to social climb in order for us stay in the limelight. I'm the only, and I'm witty, and I'm apparently handsome.. Farkle giggles bitterly. And I'm gay. The gossip in New York City is awful, is terrible.. And Lucas was probably penniless at that time.

It didn't mean you wanted him any less, Farkle counters.

"Riley Matthews." Riley introduces, giving her hand to Lucas she grins at Farkle.

"Matthews?" Lucas asks, furrowing his eyebrows as he turned to Farkle.

"One of my best friends." Farkle simply replies.

Number two reason I couldn't marry Lucas: He was after me because I'm a Minkus. That elevates his status, and I would've been gullible just to set that aside.

Maybe that's why I introduced him to Riley, Farkle thinks, taking another sip of the alcoholic beverage. But now that's his fiance. He was right, Farkle. You would never be satisfied.

"Thank you for all this conversation." Riley says, blushing.

"If it took being here for us to meet, I would've done it a million times." Lucas responds, kissing Riley's fingers.

"I'll leave you to it." Farkle interrupts, feeling awkward as he gulps and walks away from the blossoming couple.

Number three reason I couldn't marry Lucas: I knew; I know Riley like I know my own mind. You would never find anyone like her. Anyone as trusting, kind or loyal. If I had told her that I loved him, she'd be silent. She wouldn't go after him. She'd be resigned. And most importantly, he would've been mine. And when she would say I'm fine, she'd be completely lying.

But now, when I fantasize at night, it's Lucas' eyes. And I think; I romanticize about would've been if I hadn't introduced him to Riley.

But at least it's Riley that's going to be his wife - because I don't know what I would've done if his eyes couldn't have been in my life.

"To the groom!"  Maya chants as she stands on the pedestal, snapping Farkle out of his reverie. "To the bride!"

"From your best friend; who is always by your side." Maya says, simply repeating what Farkle said earlier. "To your union - and that hope that you provide." Farkle joined along with her at this point, one of the many voices in the chorus of them in the crowd.

"May you always be satisfied." Farkle and Maya both said, grinning as they raised their glass to the engaged couple.

He'll never be satisfied. Farkle thinks, dropping the facade of being happy for the couple. I will never be satisfied. He finishes, before drowning his glass.

[typicallyriarkle]

Eminence - High School Popularity AU(Larkle)

Read Part Two Here

Word Count: 4,653

read alternatively on AO3

AN: Hey guys! So if you didn't know Larkle is my favourite crack ship, probably ever so it was kind of inevitable I would end up posting a fic about them one day. This fic will be chaptered and will hopefully be updated frequently, I hope you like it.

P.S. I love Isadora Smackle with all my heart but she will not be in this fic very much. Not because I don’t love and respect her character but because I just have so much trouble writing her character and I really don't wanna do her character any injustice. Anyway just thought i’d clear that up, happy reading :)

Lucas Friar, home coming king, captain of the baseball team and basketball team and as well as vice president of student government . He has good grades, great friends, a beautiful girlfriend and his parents are proud of him, he has everything he could ever want.

Farkle Minkus, photographer for the school year book, vice president of the debate club, he starred in nearly every school play and always hosted the best parties. Farkle was cool and collected and the biggest flirt in the school, his nerdy qualities only made him more likeable and despite being terrible at sports the football team loved him. 

What happens when the two most popular boys in the high school social class fall in love?

Or

After unexpectedly hooking up at a party Lucas and Farkle have to learn how to come to terms with their new found feelings for each other as well as their sexualities. 

The music is thumping through the large penthouse apartment so loud, Lucas feels it through his entire body. The apartment is filled with teenagers, every body who is anybody in the junior and senior classes is there. Mid-terms are over and its time to celebrate.

Lucas Friar is an important part of the high school social class. Home coming king, captain of the baseball team and basketball team and as well as vice president of student government and as long as the debate club president and hottie Isadora Smackle didn’t beat him, he’d be president in his senior year. He has good grades, great friends, a beautiful girlfriend and his parents are proud of him, he has everything he could ever want. He should be happy.

Riley Matthews is clinging to his side, his arm slung around her shoulder bringing her close as they kiss in front of all their classmates. He kisses her and kisses her and kisses her. They have been dating for so long it almost feels like nothing.

Riley Matthews friend of five years, girlfriend of three, home coming queen, editor of the year book and school news paper. She controlled everything. Everyone wanted to be on Riley’s good side, and Lucas being her boyfriend put him in the good books of a whole group of people that he would’ve never reached as solely ‘Lucas Friar the Jock’. Riley rounded out Lucas in all the ways he needed.

The song playing throughout the room then transitions from a recent trap song to a nineties pop and Lucas feels Riley jump up slightly against him in excitement, accidentally biting his lip. “I love this song,” she shouts over the music pulling away from her boyfriend, Lucas laughs bringing a hand up to his mouth to soothe his now throbbing lip. “Come dance with me!”

“You dance. I’m going to get us more drinks,” he tells her, nudging her to the dance floor. Perfectly eradicating himself from a situation of potential embarrassment. Lucas Friar was good at a lot of things. Dancing was not one of them and sure he wanted his girlfriend to be happy but embarrassing himself in front of everyone they know was not worth a simple smile from a drunk Riley. No matter how nice of a smile she had.

She sticks her tongue out at him as she walks to a clump of people dancing to the beat. He shakes his head at his adorable girlfriend before looking around the room. His eyes land on Farkle Minkus, Cassidy Jacobs head cheerleader,  on his arm. The two are taking shots with a group of football jocks all gathered around a table full of expensive alcohol. Farkle Minkus host of the night’s festivities, widely popular and widely loved. He should be a nerd. When they were in middle school Lucas was sure Farkle was going to have his work cut out for him entering high school but the boy was doing just fine, more than fine. Farkle was the photographer for the school yearbook, he was vice president of the debate club, he starred in nearly every school play, he always hosted the best parties and Lucas could admit, the boy was hot. Farkle was cool and collected and the biggest flirt in the school, his nerdy qualities only made him more likable and despite being terrible at sports the football team loved him. No one ever had anything bad to say about Farkle, his only ‘flaw’ was his inability to form romantic relationships with the constant array of girls around him. Lucas didn’t really see that as a flaw though, Farkle was popular enough, he didn’t need a string of cheerleader ex-girlfriends holding him back.

Farkle catches him staring with a look of amusement on his face, Lucas simply nods across the room at his friend. Lucas could remember a time when he and Farkle were best friends. Lucas had never had a friend like Farkle before. They were so close and open to each other, they told each other everything and Lucas knew he could always count on Farkle back then just like Farkle could count on him. Once the entered high school though, things changed, at first only a little, they stopped having time to do home work together and then Farkle stopped coming over for dinner like he usually did and the next thing they knew the two never had any time to hang out with each other one on one. The still saw each other a lot with their group of friends but it wasn’t the same as being alone. They would go on double dates together in the ninth grade, when Lucas and Riley had first started dating and Farkle was still dating Isadora Smackle. But then Farkle and Smackle broke up and Farkle started distancing himself from Lucas. Lucas thought he was pushing everyone away, but it turned out Farkle was still close with the rest of their friends. He tried not to think about that part of the story.

Now in the middle of junior year Lucas still thinks of Farkle as a close friend and maybe if they never went through that period of extreme friendship things wouldn’t be so strained now, nevertheless, they’re still friends and with the craziness of high school and the struggle of popularity Lucas is glad he has good friends like Farkle. Even if their friendship had a little bit of tension Farkle was a better friend then the whole baseball team put together.

Farkle winks at Lucas across the room before turning to the cheerleader beside him and whispering in her hear. Lucas watches her giggle at whatever Farkle had said before leaning in to kiss him. Farkle offers her a peck but quickly turns away before she can take things any further. Lucas watches Farkle lead on one of the hottest girls he’s ever seen and he shakes his head. Farkle was the definition of a fuck boy.

“Lucas Friar!” Zay yells walking towards him with Maya trailing behind him, taking Lucas’ attention away from the boy across the room.

“Hey,” Lucas says offering his fist to his two friends as they come up beside him.

Isaiah “Zay” Babineaux, childhood best friend, cross country star, star pitcher of the varsity baseball team. Maya Hart friend of five years, girlfriend of Zay Babineaux, and best friend of Riley Matthews. Maya liked to stay under the radar at Abigail Adams but Lucas happened to know she was an incredible dancer and artist with the singing voice of a bird too match her beautiful face.  

“What you doing all by your lonesome, Huckleberry?” Maya asks hitting his fist with hers, Zay doing the same after her.

“I was just watching Riley dance,” Lucas tells them, lying straight through his teeth.

“I saw you watching Farkle and Cassidy, no need to lie dude, Cassidy is fucking hot,” Zay says placing his arm over Maya’s shoulders. Maya in turn punching her boyfriend in the ribs. “What was that for?” He groans, rubbing his hands over the newly forming bruise.

“I’m standing right here,” Maya practically yells, pushing Zay’s arm off her shoulders. Lucas would be lying if he said he didn’t see this coming. Every time Maya drank she seemed to itch to argue, even over things that didn’t typically bother her.

“I’m sorry, Cassidy is hot. What? You want me to lie like Lucas?” Zay asks speaking with his hands.

“Hey don’t bring me into this,” Lucas pleads lifting his hands up in surrender.

“Shut it, Sundance,” Maya threatens, pushing her closed fist in his face. She turns back to Zay her arms crossed over her chest as she speaks. “I don’t like when you call other girls hot right in front of me. Do it on your own time.”

“Aw, Maya, Don’t worry. You’re hot too,” Lucas practically coos, hugging Maya from behind. Half comforting and half making fun of his friend.

“You had your chance, Ranger Rick,” Maya drawls, pushing her body back into his to get him to let go. He laughs at her use of his favourite nickname and the reference to their brief fling back in middle school.

“Maya, babe-“

“Don’t call me babe when I’m mad at you,” she growls cutting him off. Geez for someone so small she sure was terrifying, Lucas thinks for probably the hundredth time since he met the fiery blonde.

“Babe, you love me, I love you, me calling a cheerleader hot doesn’t make a difference. Kill me for having eyes.”

“You’re not helping yourself,” Lucas warned running his fingers slowly threw his hair, making sure everything was in place.

“No, Lucas,” Maya stops him holding her hand up. “I wanna see where he goes with this.”

“Thank you. Now as I was saying, me understanding that Cassidy Jacobs is a hot piece of ass does not in any way diminish my appreciation for you, as my hot piece of ass. Just like understanding that our buddy Lucas over here is a hot piece of ass as well,” Zay explains himself, pointing at Lucas as he talks about him.

“Gee thanks,” Lucas laughs, bringing his hand to the left side of his chest, clutching his heart. Usually if any one else were around, Lucas would be expected to just give a simple nod of his head in acknowledgement or act appauled at a compliment from his male friend. But now with only Zay and Maya watching he can react however he wants to. He can actually act like a goof without fear of rejection because these friends, they love him for who he really is, not who everyone else saw him as. His friends were what kept him going when everything got to be too much.

“You’re so goddamn stupid,” Maya growls, moving closer to Zay repeatedly hitting him on his chest starting off hard but ending up just being taps as she starts to laugh.

“You love me,” Zay laughs gripping her wrists to stop her decreasingly rough punches.

“Maybe,” she shrugs hugging his side. Lucas watches his friends in amusement. If you would’ve told him back in middle school that Zay and Maya would end up being the cutest couple in their junior class Lucas would’ve laughed his head off in response but looking at them now its hard to ever imagine them as anything else.

“So bud, what ya drinking?” Zay asks pointing to Lucas’ empty hands.

Before Lucas has a chance to answer though Riley is running up to him grabbing his hand in hers. “Lucas, you never came to dance with me,” she pouts tugging on his arm.

“Give him a break Riles, we all know Lucas can’t dance to save his life,” Maya says with a shrug. 

“Lucas is a great dancer,” Riley argues and Lucas has to fight the urge he has to laugh at his very supportive but very wrong girlfriend. Zay and Maya apparently don’t fight it and erupt in a fit of laughter at the statement. “GUYS!” Riley scolds.

“It’s okay, I know I’m a bad dancer I can live with it.”

The night goes on like nights like these always do. Maya and Riley drink too much. Lucas and Zay take care of them. Some guy pukes in a plant. Farkle does his rounds, makes sure everyone is having fun. Seniors John Charman and Peter Barduga win yet another beer pong tournament. They get a noise complaint and people start to file out.

The apartment is mostly empty by 3am and that’s the way Farkle likes it. He’s fine hosting every month but he does not want to be dealing with loud teenagers up until the sunrise.

Lucas, Zay and Maya are lounging on the finally empty couch while Farkle walks his friends from the year book committee out. Riley is on the couch opposite them with Cassidy Jacobs, asking her how it feels to be held at the top of the cheerleading pyramid. Lucas knows that Cassidy must think that after the rest of them leave her and Farkle would be hooking up. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her how wrong her assumptions are. If Lucas knows anything about Farkle its that he never hooks up at parties he’s hosting. Ever. After hosting a party all Farkle wants to do is sleep.

“Guys, I just realized we’ve never played spin the bottle,” Riley announces to the group, slightly louder than needed. “We gotta play, it’s like an integral part of being a teenager.”

“Riles,” Maya groans, hiding her face in Zay’s shoulder.

“Are you sure about this?” Lucas asks his girlfriend with a raise of his brow. He can’t see why she would want to kiss anyone of their friends, especially after a night of drinking morning breath inducing liquor but then again to Riley it wasn’t about the kissing it was about the experience.  

“Sure about what?” Farkle asks re-entering the room looking to Lucas for an explanation.

“Riley wants to play spin the bottle.”

“That sounds fun,” Farkle says with a shrug.

“Yeah, that sounds fun” Cassidy pipes up from her spot beside Riley. Figures she wouldn’t have any input on the situation until Farkle stated his opinion. God Lucas was so sick of bone head cheerleaders only out for one thing. This is why Farkle needed a girlfriend, so girls couldn’t use him for his reputation and sex. Farkle was great and none of the girls he was ever with ever appreciated what made him so likable in the first place all they saw was his looks. It made Lucas sick. Sure Lucas could be a dick sometimes but using people for sex drew a line he wasn't willing to cross.

“Yay,” Riley exclaims jumping off the couch to sit cross legged on the ground.

“Lucas pass me that bottle,” Farkle asks pointing his hand to the floor beside Lucas’ feet where a quarter filled vodka bottle sits. Lucas throws it to him and watches as he tilts his head back exposing his neck and chugs the remainder of the liquid without so much as a wince. It hurts Lucas to even watch.

“Okay everybody, get in a circle,” Riley nearly demands from her spot on the ground.

“What are we twelve?” Maya asks with a raise of her brow as she drags herself and Zay to the floor to sit with Riley. Maya yawned as the couple sat against the dark leather couch, Lucas smiled at his sleepy friends. Maya always got like this after drinking, it was kind of adorable to see the tiger about to go to sleep.

“Those are the rules of the game, Peaches.”

Once they are situated into somewhat of a circle Riley grabs the vodka bottle from Farkle and places it in the middle of their configuration. “Okay, I’ll go first.” Riley spins the bottle and everyone waits as it spins for almost 15 seconds, seeming like forever when all the majority of them want to do is sleep.  It finally stops, landing on Maya. “C’mere Peaches,” Riley laughs crawling closer to her best friend dropping a quick peck upon her lips as if they’ve done it a million times before. Which they probably have.

They go along like that.

Maya’s spin lands on Zay. Lucky Zay.

Zay’s spin lands on Cassidy. Not so lucky Zay.

Cassidy’s spin lands on Maya. Lucky Zay. Not so lucky Maya.

Maya’s spin lands on Zay. Again. Lucas is beginning to think this whole game was rigged in Zay’s favour.

Zay’s spin lands on Lucas. Oh shit.

Lucas turns pale as he stares at the empty bottle staring directly at him. “Really?” he asks no one in particular.

“Don’t even pretend you don’t want this,” Zay laughs as he grabs Lucas’ neck bringing him closer. Lucas closes his eyes bracing himself for the worst. This wouldn’t really be a big deal if Cassidy weren’t there. Him and Zay kiss. Neither of them remember it in the morning. End of story. But with Cassidy there, Lucas knows, he just knows that this will be all over the school by Monday and he could kiss everything he had worked so hard for goodbye.

“I love you, dude,” Zay says before placing a peck on his forehead. Lucas opens his eyes to see Zay back in his spot beside Maya, the two of them laughing.

“God Huckleberry, don’t be so damn homophobic,” Maya says with a shake of her head.

“I’m not homophobic,” Lucas defends, casting his gaze to look at Cassidy and see her reaction but she’s too busy looking at Farkle to even notice Lucas’ reddening cheeks.

“Whatever, just spin,” Maya shrugs, clearly not in the right mind set to argue.

Lucas’ spin lands on Farkle and his stomach drops to the ground. He see’s Farkle rolls his eyes at the empty bottle in front of him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lucas groans running his hands through his hair. There was no way Cassidy was going to miss this one. Her eyes hadn't left Farkle the entire night for christ sakes. Lucas slowly begins crawling over to Farkle. Really. Really not wanting to do this.

“God Huckleberry, don’t be so homophobic,” Farkle says as Lucas gets closer, repeating Maya’s words. Before Lucas has a chance to respond Farkle is leaning upwards placing the quickest peck on his dry lips. And Lucas is frozen in place. His whole social life going up in flames around him. He can just see it now, all over twitter. ‘Lucas Friar is Gay’, no more class president for Lucas.

But Farkle is smart, before he’s even sat down completely from kissing Lucas he’s pulling Cassidy to him, kissing her deeply his hand in her hair, his tongue in her mouth. Lucas feels a shiver roll down his spine at the site of Farkle’s tongue entering her mouth. Farkle is a genius.

“Excuse me, Genius. Can we get on with the game? Some of us have cranky girlfriends that need to sleep,” Zay shouts, trying to get Farkle to stop kissing Cassidy to spin the bottle.

“Yeah, Farkle I’m not leaving until someone lands on me,” Riley says from her spot beside him hitting his arm.

“Geez okay,” Farkle groans pulling away from Cassidy as she blushes as if she doesn’t love the attention.

Farkle’s spin lands on Riley.

“Yay,” they all shout in unison.

“Buckle up Farkley,” Riley says pulling him by the neck closer to her. His lips meet hers far more perfectly than either of them have the right to in their drunken states. Her hands moving all over his chest and as he cups the sides of her face to get a better angle Lucas feels himself turn green.

Watching the two kiss, far longer than necessary, stirs something in Lucas. He is almost unable to control his jealousy even after they have separated. He and Riley have been together so long and he never expected to care this much about her kissing someone else but as he watches them it hits him hard. So much harder than he would’ve ever expected.

By the time everyone has their coats on, ready to leave it’s 4am. Maya is practically sleep walking as Zay pushes her through the spacious apartment to the elevator. Lucas envies Maya as she rests her head against her boyfriends shoulder. Every time Farkle hosts a party one of the four friends always stays behind to help Farkle clean up the garbage filtered around the apartment. Today was Lucas’ turn and normally he didn’t really mind because it meant bonding time with his friend he never really got to see all that much anymore but today for some reason all he wants to do is sleep. Cassidy seems to think she’s going to be spending the night as she hangs back with Farkle and Lucas as Riley, Maya and Zay entered the elevator. Lucas hears Farkle whisper that he has work in the morning but he’ll call her after he’s done. Lucas almost chokes out a laugh as he listens to Farkle bullshit the girl. Farkle doesn’t even have a job and Lucas is pretty certain the two have never exchanged numbers. Riley blows Lucas a kiss from her spot in the elevator and the gang goes home.

The clean up doesn’t take very long, Farkle has had so many parties since high school started he has developed a fool proof system. Farkle always left at least a day between his parties and his parents return from whatever business related trip they were on that particular week so he would have time to get cleaning ladies in to handle anything major, that Farkle really didn't have the energy for. All the boys had to worry about was picking up garbage and empty bottles.

They had cleaned all the rooms in the large apartment and all that was left was Farkle’s bedroom.

“I don’t understand. This place is so big, why do people feel the need to come and hang out in my room?” Farkle asks, not expecting an answer as grabs a beer bottle off his desk tripping over his own feet slightly as he moves over to his coffee table in front of his TV.

“They probably don’t even realize it’s a bedroom,” Lucas supplies as he grabs empty cups off the floor and into the trash bag he’s been trekking around with him.

The two boys fall into a silence as they clean up his room, thankfully the bed is still in perfect condition. Lucas doesn’t even want to imagine what cleaning up a ‘slept in’ bed would be like.

“So you kissed Riley tonight?” Lucas asks attempting to make conversation. The last time he checked Farkle was in love with Riley.

“Yeah. Whatever, I also kissed you,” Farkle says with a shrug of his shoulder throwing the almost full garbage bag he was holding to the ground.

“But it’s Riley.”

“You’re not mad are you?” Farkle asks taking a seat at one of his chair stationed in front of his television set while Lucas looks down at him.

“No, not at all,” Lucas reassures him quickly making it clear he wasn’t trying to start a fight. Farkle had a temper when drunk and pairing that with Lucas’ twenty-four hour temper never went well.

“Jealous?” Farkle asks raising his eyebrow.

“No.”

“You sure?” he asks standing up from his spot in the chair, moving into Lucas’ personal space.

“Yes, I am sure,” Lucas groans growing frustrated with his drunk friend.

“Well, that’s good because she should get at least some love, I mean with you as a boyfriend I can’t imagine she gets much satisfaction,” Farkle spits out walking away from Lucas but Lucas follows not able to contain his anger anymore.

“Farkle, what the fuck?” He almost yells pushing him back at the shoulders.

“You know I’m right, pretty boy,” Farkle yells back, pushing him the exact same way

“Farkle,” Lucas breathes trying to regain any sort of calmness, not wanting to fight with one of his only true friends.

“Nothing to say?” Farkle pushes, not giving up.

“Shut up, Farkle,” Lucas threatens, bringing his hands up to press unto either side of his head applying pressure on his throbbing temples, attempting to not lose his uncontrollable temper.

“I’ll shut up when you learn how to keep your girlfriend fucking happy.”

“Farkle, you’re drunk,” Lucas reasons with Farkle as well as himself as he paces the room.

“And you’re a pussy,” Farkle says with as much malace as Lucas has ever heard and that’s when everything turns white and before he knows it he’s using his fore arm to push Farkle up against the wall.

“Take that back,” he threatens raising his fist inches from Farkle’s face.

“You gonna hit me, Lucas? Do it, do it, I dare you,” Farkle shouts, a clear challenge in his voice.

“Take it back,” he repeats not lowering his fist. He knows how fast he can end this, one swing and Farkle is unconsious and the chances of him remembering any of this are slim to none. But Lucas doesn’t want to be that guy anymore, he’s going to remain in control.

“Make me.”

With those final words he feels himself lose the semblance of control he had left, unable to keep his anger at bay anymore. Lucas closes  his eyes the feeling of release washing over him as he gives in to the anger. It feels like every other time he’s done so but not. He feels relief and shame and something else, something completely foreign.  

Lucas doesn’t even realize what he’s doing as he removes his arm from Farkle’s chest and pulls him in by the neck with both hands, smashing their lips together with a neediness Lucas didn't even know he possessed. Farkle freezes against him and Lucas almost recoils as he feels the rejection about to engulf him but he doesn’t have the chance because then Farkle is kissing him back with just as much fever,  pushing his tongue delicatley through Lucas’ lips and into his mouth, sliding across Lucas’ own.

And then everything clicks. For so long Lucas had been lost. He had become a person he didn't even recognize, hiding behind a persona. He wore a mask every day of his life, and each day he wore it he moved farther away from who he truly was. Farkle was always the one that reminded Lucas of who he really was and as they grew apart Lucas had lost himself. But being there kissing Farkle, he’s never felt more like himself. A new version of himself, a better version, the guy he wants to be.  

Farkle holds all the answers he’s been looking for, he’s dangling them right within his grasp teasing him.  But he doesn’t have to reach, they’re right in front of him, setting him on fire as their lips crash against his. Farkle is the answer. 

 He realizes now it was Farkle who he wanted. Not Riley or Maya or any other girl. He just wanted him. 

He nearly explodes with everything he’s feeling as Farkle’s hands caress his back leaving shivers all over his body. This is nothing like their kiss from before, it’s everything that kiss wasn’t. This kiss leaves nothing to be desired,it isn't rushed and they aren't hiding, for once in his life Lucas isn't hiding.  

He runs his hand through the younger boys hair, gripping the back and he wants to shout and yell and tell every one he knows that it is Farkle Minkus who is making him feel something, for once in his life he feels something. 

He’d listen to Zay go on and on about how kissing Maya and being with her was everything he could’ve ever dreamed of, how it was the ultimate form of intimacy and Lucas never understood any of what he was saying but he nodded along anyway. But now he get’s it, get’s how one kiss can unlock everything and change how you feel completely.

Lucas lets Farkle guide him towards his bed, never breaking the kiss. At first their kisses were  rough and demanding and rushed but now, now Farkle is cupping his face in his hands so gently, holding him there, controlling  him as he places his lips over his long and slow, tortuously long and slow, over and over. Lucas groans into Farkle’s opened mouth, agonizing over the want he feels deep within his gut. 

“Shh,” Farkle urges against the other boys lips, stroking his cheek, angling his head in the way he wants, overpowering him as his tongue brushes across his lips and Lucas let’s him, let him take control.  Farkle moves lower then, breaking their kiss, slowly pecking along his jaw and his neck and his collar bones setting Lucas on fire every place he touches. Farkle is breaking him apart piece by piece, only to put him back together after the torture.

Then Farkle is stepping away completely leaving Lucas floating unanchored in the middle of the large room struggling not to whine at the loss. When Farkle is touching him he feels all his worries shrink, the nagging voices and pressures turn into a silence that Lucas always longed for. When Farkle is touching him it all goes away. “Come ba-“ he begins but feels the words get caught in his throat as Farkle swiftly removes his shirt revealing his never ending torso. Looking at Farkle shirtless is nothing like looking at Riley, his long torso going on for miles, v lines leading down to his even longer legs. Riley is all soft and smooth but Farkle, god Farkle is nothing like Riley in all the best ways. He’s all hard edges and firm skin and everything and Lucas reaches out subconsciously, brushing his fingers across the milky skin of his hip bone, marvelling at the feel of the boys skin beneath his finger tips.

‘Stop that,” Farkle almost giggles, grabbing Lucas’ hand lacing their fingers together in an attempt to stop the insistent stroking of his finger. Lucas looks down at their intertwined hands, an uncontrollable blush creeping it’s way to his cheeks, his heart beating fast against his rib cage.  Lucas sighs at the feeling Farkle’s hand in his keeping him grounded there. This is exactly what Lucas needed, Farkle holding his hand, keeping him there, keeping him from getting lost in the never ending noise in his head. Lucas thinks if he can hold Farkle hand for the rest of eternity everything will somehow be okay. 

Farkle then tries to lift his hand from Lucas’ grasps, attempting to bring it upwards to stroke the older boys cheek, but Lucas tightens his grip and shakes his head firmly. Farkle raises his eyebrow at him with a questioning glance, “Lucas-” Farkle begins to say but Lucas is leaning into him pressing his lips firmly against the other boys not wanting to talk. He knows if they start talking the won't stop and Lucas will be brought out of his bubble and he’ll have to face all his thoughts and face the realities of the situation. He isn't ready to do that. Lucas distracts himself, fumbling with Farkle’s zipper of his pants, struggling with only one hand but not willing to let go of Farkle’s for anything.

“Lucas, are you sure about this?” Farkle asks, breaking the kiss they were sharing, leaning his forehead against the slightly shorter boys. 

“Yes, i’m sure. Of course I'm sure,” Lucas breathes out pushing his forehead firmer against Farkle’s. Farkle’s eyes are all he see’s, his line of vision a sea of blue, and his heart clenches as he closes his eyes tight, unable to handle the intimacy as Farkle becomes his entire world momentarily. 

Farkle once more attempts to remove his hand from Lucas’ but Lucas will not let him, squeezing his hand even tighter. Farkle looks at the boy in front of him and down at their intertwined hands and laughs. High and melodic and beautiful it sounds like a song. He’s laughing so hard he begins to lose his breath and balance, having to grab Lucas’ side with his free hand. He lays his forehead down against Lucas’ shoulder unable to keep his head up as his laughs turn silent. Lucas feels the vibrations of the silent laughter as the boy attempts to catch his breath. “Have you never held someone’s hand before?” Farkle chokes out looking up at the incredulous boy in front of him. 

“I’ve held hands before,” Lucas confirms averting his eyes as Farkle looks at him with an amused smile. He doesn’t know how to explain to Farkle the way his hand in his feels like a buoy in the middle of the atlantic ocean, or how his thumb brushing across the back of his hand stroking his veins feels like rain in the desert. He can’t put it into words. He hopes Farkle will understand that. Hopes he won't let go. 

“You have to let me go or I can’t take your shirt off,” Farkle says pressing his lips against his in a warm but fleeting kiss, his free hand stroking Lucas’ bare skin just under the hem of the fabric of his t-shirt. Lucas reluctantly releases the younger boys hand, giving him a pointed look, waiting. Farkle wastes no time, taking a small step away before lifting Lucas shirt quickly over his head, tossing it to the ground. Farkle stares at the boy in front on him in awe, biting at his already swollen lower lip. Lucas doesn’t mind being looked at, he would let Farkle stare at him for hours, but can’t he hold his hand and stare at the same time?

“Give it back,” Lucas demands, but it comes out scratchy and quiet in the over sized room sounding more like a whisper.

“How is this even fair?” Farkle groans, reaching downward to Lucas’ out stretched hand lacing their fingers together once again not taking his eyes off the other boys broad shoulders and muscular chest. 

Lucas is knocked out of his dazed state at Farkle’s self depreciating words, fighting the urge to let go of his hand and grab him on either of his shoulder to shake him and knock some much needed sense it him. “And you call me an idiot. Have you ever looked in a mirror?” Lucas asks pulling the boy closer by their intertwined hands. 

“Unfortunately,” Farkle says with the shake of his head, allowing himself to be pulled closer as Lucas wraps his arm around his waist. 

“You’re hot, Genius,” Lucas whispers, softly nudging Farkle’s nose with his own. 

“Shut up,” Farkle breathes, bringing his free hand upward stroke along Lucas’ cheek causing Lucas to shiver at the touch. 

“Make me,” he all but begs waiting for Farkle to close the small gap between them. He leans in the small distance kissing him again and again their lips meeting in what feels like a fucking harmony. 

They kiss breathlessly, like if they didn't grab unto the other in that very instant they would be gone, never to be seen again. 

They undress each other like the clothes are nothing but an obstacle, attempting to keep them apart. Thrown on the the ground in spite.

They have sex like its love, meeting intimacy in ways neither have before, greeted with a storm and a flood and something like peace.

[larkle00]

i was barely ever aware of james somerton but in the aftermath of The James Somerton Downfall Of 2023 ive just thought about this one person i encountered who was fighting tooth and nail to argue that mlm are more oppressed than wlw and wlw have it easy. and im like "ohhhh so THATS where they got it from!"

[chuckclayton]

Girl meets world!

the character i least understand: those seniors from s3 who put the clique six in that hole thing

interactions i enjoyed the most: zay and everyone, rilaya, lucaya, smarkle, markle, larkle, corpanga, shawngela, maya and all the parents and teachers, auggie and topanga, auggie and riley, auggie and maya, clique six... i really did love the dynamics on this shows.

the character who scares me the most: none lmao

the character who is mostly like me: maya and zay

hottest looking character: maya, shawn, zay, wonderbread friar

one thing i dislike about my fave character: that she was used to disappointment (maya); he was lonely even though he had friends (zay)

one thing i like about my hated character: i don’t have a character that i actually hate

a quote or scene that haunts me: “the storm happened but you didn’t.”; “your job was to stay. you didn’t think i had it in me to allow my father to grow? i’m happy i wrote to you and heard what you had to say and it makes me feel better knowing i had nothing to do with what you did. i always thought that this was my fault somehow, but it’s not. i didn’t do anything.”; “ever since i’ve known you, you’ve never stopped trying to put yourself back together.”; zay watching the core four from the door in secret of life; everything from forgiveness, bay window, and i am farkle; auggie reacting to the polish lady’s death; zarkle in gm great lady of new york; hive five in gm money; honestly so many more... it was a light show with lots of heavy scene

a death that left me indifferent: that lady who gave topanga topanga’s (i don’t know how to spell her name and i don’t want to butcher it 

a character i wish died but didn’t: n/a

my ship that never sailed: ZALEY !!! LUCAYA !!!

send me a fandom

[farklelucas]

“why didn’t you just call me?” for larkle

It’s 3:42 AM. Lucas can tell because the clock is the only thing he can see; the bright green light is nearly burning his retinas in the dark. But he still focuses on it, because he doesn’t know where else to look.

He can’t look at Farkle. He feels like he lost that right.

Even though he isn’t looking, he can see the scene playing out in his head. While Lucas sits on the edge of his bed, Farkle stands above him. His hair is mussed from his pillow, his jacket has been thrown quickly and hastily over his pajamas, and Lucas is fairly sure he has on two different shoes. His arms are crossed and his mouth is drawn tightly into a frown, and though he looks angry at first glance, there are little things that could tip you off to something else. His hands fidget nervously along his sides, and his foot taps to something no one else can hear. Though he looks angry at first glance, it’s obvious that he’s just as scared and upset as Lucas is.

“Why didn’t you just call me?” he whispers.

It’s the first thing that either of them has said in almost an hour, and what a question it is. The answer eludes him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought about it. The amount of times he sat down on the sidewalk and pulled out his phone, his fingers hovering over the call button, were astronomical. Eventually, though, it just wasn’t worth it. Making the trek across the neighborhood to Farkle’s house seemed like nothing at that point in the night.

Instead of explaining, he asks, “Would you have picked up?”

The clock reads 3:43. Farkle shuffles forward and sits down next to him, the bed creaking with his weight. “Of course I would have,” he says, but to Lucas it sounds hollow. How could he say that? How could he have totally torn his friend’s heart to shreds, and still count him as a friend? He opens his mouth to say something and then Farkle says, “You’re my best friend.”

And god, that fucking hurts.

His heart shatters then, and he doesn’t understand what he did to deserve such a friend. The words they said last time they saw each other haunt him. Farkle said something so small, three little words, that changed so much, but only because Lucas had let it change them. He’d turned him down, he’d pushed him away, he’d torn a rift open where there hadn’t been one. All for what? All to tell his parents he thought he might be in love with a boy, with the same boy they’d known and loved to be his best friend, to be kicked out onto the sidewalk? How can he tell him that?

So instead he says, “Can I stay here tonight? With you?”

Farkle huffs a laugh. “I thought that was already decided. Stay here, I’ll get you some clothes.”

He gets up, the bed shifts with him, and Lucas sighs. The clock reads 3:44.

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send me a tv series and I’ll tell you:

my all-time ultimate fave character:  Maya Hart n Zay Babineaux n Isadora Smackle

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: 

a character I used to like but now don’t: Riley for the most part lol n farkle (they have their moments… but got annoying) . Also Cory, Shawn, n Topanga bc they were better n nicer in the 90s lol

a character I’m indifferent about: ummm Lucas not bc I don’t hate him but mostly bc he was never a good character so I just ignore him lol

a character who deserved better: SMACKLE N ZAY THEY NEEDE MORE STORYLINES ABT THEM, INSTEAD OF BEING THE COMIC RELIEF. MAYA N KATY BC THE HUNTER PLOT LINE N MAKING IT SEEM LIKE SHE NEEDS A DAD/ KATY NEEDING A HUSBAND TO BE HAPPY IS ANNOYING. UMM LUCAS IN A CERTAIN WAY BC HE DEF WENT THRU TOXIC MASC N HAD ANGER ISSUES N THEY SHOULD’VE WENT DEEPER INTO THAT INSTEAD OF TRYING TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE ALL HE IS A LOVE INTERESt

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: rucucs , Katy n Shawn

a ship I’ve never been able to get over:Rilaya, Smiley, Zayadora, Smarkle, larkle (mostly in season 1 for larkle )

a cute, low-key ship:  umm Lupaya tbh, Zaya n Zaley,

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it:I ENDED UP LOVING ZUCAS BC OF GM GOODBYE OR SIXTEEN (?) WHERE THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT HOW ZAY USED TO PULL HIM IN A WAGON WHE THEY WERE KIDS , n smiley, larkle,

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: rucucus should’ve just never went back out after first date bc it would’ve been the whole lesson that the 1st crush u have on a boy won’t last forever n it would have less stress on Riley n friends to try to be like Cory n Topanga

my favourite storyline/moment: MAYBE HOPES NOT FOR SUCKERS AFTER ALL, YOU ARE MY EXTRAORDINARY RELATIONSHIP MAYA, I’M YOUR SAFE PLACE N YOU ARE MINE, TIME AND DISTANCE HAVE NO POWEROVER US

 storyline that never should have been written: THE TRIANGLE, Josh wanting to date a minor n for some reason Cory and Topanga being okay w it n thinking it’s cute????/! katy n shawn getting married n the fact that they ignore Angela’s importance to Shawn n rest of the bmw ppl, the cultural appropration ep was done so bad n the cultural ep, the communist ep bc wtf

my first thoughts on the show: cheesy but in a good way, not 2 be fake deep but was the only thing that made me happy n positive, bmw is cool n the whole premise of the spinoff being Cory n topanga’s child growing up in her “own world’ different from them in the 90s sounded iconic, riley and maya were gay since the pilot, every character is so gay

my thoughts now: why did they make the pure kid show so stressful, why make josh n lucas sound like they r good n healthy love interests to have when they’re not, why was farkle insecure abt Smackle flirting with Lucas when he did the same but worse since he flirte d with maya n riley whilst dating her, every character is still so gay esp. riley n maya