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dancing-in-the-fridge-light · 7 years ago

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Sweet Disposition: Riarkle AU

Because it’s December, here’s a sad Riarkle AU but with a lovely Christmas memory for all the broken-hearted shippers out there. I know that we still exist, and that this fandom isn’t dead.

“I walked through the door with you the air was cold, but something about it felt like home somehow and I left my scarf there at your sister’s house and you’ve still got it in your drawer even now.” —Taylor Swift, All Too Well

Winter, sometime in Mid-December, 2017

“Welcome back to my humble home, Riley Matthews,” the blue-eyed boy smiled kindly at the brunette, and her face light up like the coloured christmas lights draped in and out of his house. The air from outside was bitter and cold, for they could still hear the roar of the December wind swaying the trees and rustling the leaves even when the front door was barely ajar. Farkle closed the door behind her to prevent any more snow from coming in, exhaling a small cloud of cold air at the same time, followed by the removal of additional winter attire— a cream coloured pair of gloves that he had worn for the past four winters , a grandmother-knitted-esque wool scarf with threads hanging from both ends, and a pale blue bobble hat with snowflake designs on it’s hem.

Riley smiled back at him, as warm golden lights from the christmas lights hanging around the interior wall’s perimeter reflected back in her marbled brown eyes. The fire place, a short distance away on the other side of the room, was on, and three stockings dangled above it; one for himself, his older sister, and little brother. The girl looked around the room with awe in her eyes at the effort given to organise this whole place in time for the holidays. The Minkus children never failed to go all out during this time of the year. Seasonal candles flickered from the coffee table, and of course the large christmas tree, like an elephant in the corner of the room, towered over the pair of them— adorned with multicoloured baubles and tinsel. It was comforting and cozy here.

Riley dusted her coat from the snowflakes that now melted on the fabric, and rubbed the soles of her boots on the small carpet. She had been to this house many times in the months they’d built their friendship, but this was the first time she had been here during holiday season.

“Glad someone is appreciating my decorating skills,” a female’s voice said, entering the room and snapping the brunette out of her state of admiration. The voice belonged to Farkle’s older sister by five years, Margo, who was twenty-two years old and finishing studies in Columbia University. She was the spitting image of her mother Jennifer Minkus, with the same blonde hair and piercing ocean eyes. Riley liked to think they were blessed with such beautiful genes.

She approached the freezing duo and greeted Riley with a warm hug, kissing her cheek welcomingly. “Good to see you again, Riles, I feel like it’s been forever!” Margo, who also seemed like Riley’s older sister, chirped excitedly.

“Me too!” Riley exclaimed, warming up her hands by rubbing them together. Farkle invited her that day to simply laze around and watch movies because she hadn’t been over in only two weeks.

“And my little brother,” Margo rolled her eyes childishly, acknowledging

the boy as she ruffled his milk chocolate brown hat-hair. “It’s actually my humble home so I don’t know why he keeps on saying that.” Riley chuckled.

“I live here, and so does Olly. It’s my house, too,” Farkle explained, rolling his eyes back at her. The Minkus kids moved out of the penthouse years ago when Margo graduated high-school. The penthouse was located on the other side of New York City to her choice of college, so Jennifer and Stuart decided to purchase a temporary house for her in the area until she finished. A fourteen-year-old Farkle and an eleven-year-old Olly joined her at her home a year later due to the convenience of location.

“But who pays the bills, cleans, and is basically the backbone of this household? Me!” She told him before turning back at the shivering girl beside him. “You must be freezing! Come, sit by the fireplace and I’ll make some hot coco. I didn’t realise you were coming over so I didn’t prepare anything,” Margo frowned, leading the brunette to a rather comfortable couch chair with two knitted cushions.

“Oh, you don’t need to prepare anything. Farkle and I were just going to order take-out and have it upstairs,” the girl replied kindly, shaking her head. Margo was also like a mother to her as well as sister. The tall blonde looked at Farkle, who was also sat on a couch opposite her, and narrowed her eyes.

“Real classy!” She mocked and he raised a middle finger up at her in response. The girl faced the brunette once again. “Okay, I’ll get back to finishing that thesis then. Let me know if you need anything because my trashbag of a brother isn’t at all that helpful!” Riley laughed as she left the room.

___

“So, Christmas movie marathon?” He winked one of his charming blue eyes of his as he switched on the warm light of his bedroom. He quickly rumaged through the top shelf of his closet for a wool knitted blanket and gave it to the ray of sunshine standing before him.

“Thank you,” she said softly. Farkle nodded and began spinning a vinyl on his record player, a sweet tune playing lightly on the speakers. “It’s snowing hard out there,” she said, eyes widening. They rushed to the largest of his bedroom windows, the one at the front of the house, pulling the curtain back and peeking through the blinds that were cold to the touch.

Outside, the streets of New York City were covered inches deep with thick, crisp white snow. Their footprints from earlier were completely gone and replaced by falling snowflakes, and it seemed almost impossible to see anything else besides leafless trees and the neighbours houses. In the distance, because the land the house was on was elevated, they could see the city’s sky scraper’s in the distance, through foggy mist and grey clouds. The golden glow of the city lights were hazy in the distant horizon, blending in with the pale orange streaks that the sun setting over their home created. Together, they stood there, foreheads pressed against cold glass, watching as the snow fell continuously down on their corner of the universe, covering cracked pavements, near empty streets, rooftops, and the tops of cars and trees in fluffy ivory crystals.

“It’s beautiful,” Riley whispered in delight, clutching the blanket around her thrifted christmas sweater. She glanced at the biy beside her to see his reaction, but he was already marvelling at her.

“I know,” he told her. Her rosy cheeks couldn’t become any more crimson than they already were. Farkle Minkus gave her a smile that would have melted her on the spot had it not been freezing at that moment. “Come on.” She quirked an eyebrow, giving him a confused smile. “Dance with me.”

He stretched a hand out for her and she took it, quickly unwrapping her scarf from around her neck and laying it on top of his nightstand before moving closer to his chest and intertwining both of their hands. The sky was now shifting into indigo— like most of the winter nights, but it wasn’t the same like last night and the other nights before this one. Riley rested her head against his shoulder as their bodies, no inches apart, danced closely together to Isaac Gracie’s Reverie.

___

“This is my favourite Christmas movie, of all time. Honestly,” Riley chirped, biting into another slice of pizza with her head resting his shoulder. It was the fifth movie of the night. The final scenes of Love, Actually played on the wall through a projector he’d received for his birthday earlier on in the year, and the room now had a weird scent of peperoni pizza and cinammon scented candles.

“I’ve seen this about fifteen times and I won’t get tired of it,” Farkle chuckled.

“You and I are the same,” she giggled, her laugh a soft sound escaping her lips, and he thought it was beautiful. Their chemistry was just something no one could have described. Sure her best friend had been Maya for just as many years, but she was positive Farkle was her soulmate.

Present Day

“Fark!” The tall blonde exclaims in surprise, throwing her arms around her little brother as soon as the front door opens. The brown-haired boy squeezes her tightly.

“You act as if it’s been six months. I saw you at the groceries two weeks ago,” he laughs, fixing his messy hair from the embrace. The twenty-year-old enters the house, which he hasn’t stepped foot in since he had to pick up Olly for their flight to Italy in celebration of his little brother’s seventeenth birthday, which was four months ago. Farkle stops the second he enters, looking at the fireplace, the comfy couch chair, the couch opposite of it for the last time, and sighing deeply at the sight of them halfway through the process of packaging.

“Say your goodbyes to this place, kid. Your home from the beginning of freshman year to the end of senior year,” Margo says, putting an arm around him as a way of consoling him. After staying in the house for a couple of years overdue, it’s finally Margo’s time to leave. Olly‘s graduating high school soon, Farkle’s been living in the college dorms as of two years ago and Margo is starting training as an astrophysicist at Nasa, in Houston.

He stares at the fading paint on the walls, which are now bare due to all of the photo frames in shipping boxes. The colours aren’t as vibrant as they always were— they are now dull, with flakes from chipping. The floorboards creak more often than they used to. Margo’s been living there for seven years, and he’d lived there for four. His high school years have become invisible murals on the walls— of the parties he’d throw, the christmas lights they’d hang, and the sleepovers he’d have with Zay and Lucas. Most of those memories, almost gone. It was heartbreaking.

“When you’re done staring at packaging peanuts, your old room’s waiting for you upstairs,” Margo says, snapping him out of deep thought before disappearing into the kitchen.

The boy makes his way up the creaky stairs and turns to the first door on the right— which has remained untouched since he finished high school two years ago. However, the same scent of lavender and old books remain constant. Of course he couldn’t bring the entire contents of this room into a dorm, so the majority of mathletes competition trophies, vinyl records, and posters couldn’t go with him. As he scans through old possessions, he finds himself reminiscing of a certain winter night in December, where he watched the snow fall over the city beside a girl he had once known.

Farkle manages to pack everything that is still there, to return it to the penthouse for a more permanent storage place. Sunlight peaks through non-existent blinds, golden rays of light casting his shadow on the bedroom floor. He leans against a nightstand— his old nightstand— and checks the drawers for the first time in years.

He rubs his eyes as if it’s a hallucination. It’s still there. He’d sworn he didn’t have anything of the girl’s possessions anymore, yet a wool scarf remaining untouched after hundreds of days proves otherwise. How had he forgotten about it?

The memory of the night, when the golden glow of the city lights, hazy in the distant horizon as they blended in with the orange streaks of a winter sunset, remains at the back of his mind. Suddenly, Farkle’s taken aback— almost a full bore out-of-body experience. He sees himself, but it isn’t him. The boy in front of him nearly ghost-like, at the middle of the room, was younger. And the room isn’t what it is now, it’s furnished. Moment’s later it’s now snowing, there’s music, and he’s dancing with someone. It plays out before him, like a movie, watching empty floorboards as he imagines two people— like ghosts, swaying to a song he hasn’t heard in forever.

It is as if it were only yesterday. It is as if time hadn’t passed. It is as if he were seventeen again and his only problem was graduating. Farkle Minkus snaps out of the absurd trance and he frowns at the thought of time’s passing. He realises it’s moving too quickly,

because it’s been almost three years since that night.

#riarkle #riley matthews #farkle minkus #riley #farkle #girl meets world #riarkle au #riarkle fic #riarkle fanfic #gmw #bmw #boy meets world #lucaya #rowan blanchard #corey fogelmanis #cowan #christmas

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rileycommittee · 8 years ago

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sign my yearbook?

riley’s been hiding her feelings for farkle for far too long. it’s the end of senior year and everyone is signing yearbooks. it’s now or never, riley.

riley matthews sat in front of the bright computer screen in the uncomfortable but familiar desk chair. she was putting the final touches on the last yearbook she’d ever work on. it was satisfying and saddening all at once.

as she clicked through the pages, she felt like high school was gone faster than riley could count to ten. she could still recall the first day of her freshman year, and how the halls felt so much bigger then. riley and her friends were seniors now. soon, they’d be moving on and closing this crazy but wonderful chapter of their lives.

she was lost in thought, reminiscing about the last four years of her life when the classroom door opened and broke her daydream.

“hey, riley. sorry i’m late. the math club meeting ran longer than i thought it would. what are you doing and how can i help?” farkle asked with a smile.

“i’m just looking over the last few pages and thinking about the last few years of our lives.”

“i can help with both of those things!” he said as he sat beside her. “we’ve had some good times, haven’t we?”

“yes, yes we have,” she grinned.

“so, after proofing these pages we’re done?”

“i think so. i don’t see anything else that needs changing but i’ve been looking at the pages too long, can you check before we finalize it?”

farkle nodded his head and went to work. his brow furrowed as he concentrated and riley caught herself staring at him. he ran a hand through his hair. he straightened his back. she traced his profile with her gaze, his face illuminated with the white light of the screen in front of them. she looked at his hands on the wooden desk. she thought about holding them for the millionth time. how long was she going to keep her feelings from him?

“can you hand me that folder over there?” he asked pointing to riley’s left and breaking the silence.

“here you go.” she handed it to him.

their hands touched and lingered for moment before farkle shuffled through the papers inside the folder. that alone was enough to send a kaleidoscope of butterflies to her stomach. riley bit her lip and looked down, in case her face gave away what she was going on inside. did he feel electricity in his fingers the way she did?

“thanks. you know what i just realized? this is the last time we’ll ever be sitting here after school.”

“i know! before you got here, i was just thinking ‘this is the last time farkle will be late to a yearbook meeting!’ and i thought about how great it’ll be to not have to wait on you,” she teased, quickly putting aside her feelings. she was used to it by now.

“hey! i have a lot of things to do! and i’m not always late! and even if am late, i’m always here! riley, have i ever not been here for you when you need me?” he put his hand on her knee.

“no. you’re always here, farkle,” she said, trying to ignore her rapid heartbeat. “always.”

the yearbooks were being distributed and riley couldn’t help but feel a little emotional. she loved being editor and part of her didn’t ever want that to end. she looked around as the students passed their yearbooks to one another, pulling out pens and markers to sign them. they flipped through the pages and looked for themselves and their friends. she saw farkle walking towards her, yearbook in hand.

“hey, riley. sign my yearbook? you’re the last person i need a signature from."

"of course! but, i’m going to need some time. this is, you know, the last time i will ever sign a yearbook for you and a simple 'see ya later! have a great summer!’ won’t do. do you mind if i keep it for the rest of the day?"

"take as long as you need,” he said.

“coincidentally, you’re also the last person i need a signature from."

"well, if that’s the case, i’d like to take your yearbook for the day, as well, if it’s alright with you."

"it most definitely is.”

farkle, we’ve been friends since… no, too predictable.

i want to thank you for being my friend… no, too formal.

let’s always stay in touch… yikes.

dearest farkley,… okay, no. you cannot start telling him you love him by calling him farkley. just speak from the heart, matthews. come on. you can do it.

farkle, your presence in my life has meant the world to me. i know you’ve loved me since the first grade. and you know i love you, but it’s time you know how. i’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out, even sorrier it took me this long to let you know. i love you with no restrictions, limits, or restraints. in turtlenecks and in black hoodies. on earth, pluto, mars, or any other planet in every other galaxy. i never want you not in my life. my mom told me once that love is a choice. it’s choosing someone over and over. well, if that’s true, then you’re the only choice. no contest. you make everything better and brighter. i love you. i’m in love with you. always, riley

she put her pen down and sighed. what was done was done. she wrote it down and there was no going back now.

riley dreaded the next day at school. she walked into the building and saw her friends standing by her dad’s classroom. she locked eyes with farkle and swore she couldn’t feel her legs anymore. by the end of the day, he’d know how she felt.

“hey, here you go.” he handed over the yearbook. "are you done writing yet? i’m really looking forward to reading what you wrote me.“

"i am, but can you promise me something?"

"anything."

"don’t read it until you get home.”

“is everything okay?"

"everything’s fine. just promise me, please?"

"i promise.”

she gave him his yearbook and the matter was officially out of her hands.

“he’s probably already read it, maya,” riley declared.

the pair were sitting in the bay window, with riley’s head in maya’s lap.

“no, he hasn’t. he’s farkle. he promised. and we know he’s not home yet, so he hasn’t read it."

"he read it and he doesn’t feel the same and he feels weird and i ruined our friendship and everyone’s plans for the summer and nothing will ever be the same ever again and it’s all my fault and–"

"breathe, riles! i’m sure only one of those things is true."

"which one?"

"nothing will ever be the same, but for the better. trust me."

"maya, i need farkle in my life. what if he doesn’t need me?” she asked quietly.

“farkle needs you just as much, maybe more,” she assured her.

“i gotta get going, honey. i’ll be back tomorrow morning. call me if you need anything.”

“thanks, peaches. be safe.”

maya climbed out the window and disappeared from view. riley took her yearbook out of her backpack and sat on her bed. she flipped through the pages for the millionth time. when riley had first read farkle’s note in her yearbook, she found it hard not to be upset. what he’d written was lovely, but far from the declaration of love she’d hoped he’d write to match her own.

she leaned back and stared at the ceiling. there was nothing riley could do but wait.

after a while, she heard her window open.

“you’re back already, maya?” she asked without looking.

“umm… no,” he said.

“farkle. hi,” she said as she sat up.

“hi,” he said. he took a seat next to her and said nothing else.

riley couldn’t wait for him to break the silence anymore. “listen, i know i shouldn’t have written all that. we’ve been friends for years and i don’t want that to change and if—"

"riley!"

"yes?”

“can i talk?"

"okay."

"we’ve been friends for a very long time. we’ve grown up together. and as we’ve grown, a lot of things have changed. we’ve all learned and evolved and had all these experiences, but there’s one thing that hasn’t ever changed. i don’t think i realized it until recently, but maybe part of me has always known. i never said anything because after all this time i never thought you’d feel the same, but i have been in love with you since the first grade, riley. i always will be."

"really?” was all riley could say. her eyes were bright.

“really.” he smiled and held her hand.

“so, where do we go from here? i mean, we graduate in a few weeks. we have the summer, and then what?"

"i don’t know. but for now? you and me? that sounds perfect."

"you and me,” she confirmed, “and maya."

that made him laugh. "yes, of course, and maya.”

#riarkle #riarkle fanfiction #riarkle fanfic #riarkle ff #riarkle fic #farkle x riley #riley x farkle #minkthews #I MISS THEM OKAY #I also have a lucaya fic in the works if anyone wants to read that

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randomestfandoms · 7 years ago

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If You Asked Me If I Loved Him Chapter 7 Sneak Peak

No it’s not done yet, I’m sorry, I’m the worst

Chapter Seven- A Heart of Steel Starts to Grow

Summary:

It’s a day of rest for the couples, and our liars are in for quite the surprise thanks to their friends! Can they get through it? Probably. Can they get through it without turning permanently red? Doubt it. Will today be the day that they finally have The Conversation? Maybe. Well, good luck liars!

Preview:

The first thing that Riley registered when she woke up was the solid chest under her head. Almost immediately after, she noticed the Beauty and the Beast menu music was still playing, and so she reached over Farkle to grab the remote.

“Hngn?” Farkle mumbled, feeling her weight shift.

“Sorry Farkley, just turning off the TV,” she whispered.

“No, we should get up soon, don’t want to waste our entire time away from the others.” Riley nodded and grabbed her phone.

“Um, Farkle? I’m not sure how much of an escape we’re getting,” she told him, showing him a text from Maya.

Previous chapters here

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pleasepleaseeplease · 8 years ago

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The Accidental Kiss part 1

Riley and Farkle are standing by their lockers.

Riley: So, will you help me study for the biology test?

Farkle: Sure. When?

Riley: Tonight, around 7, at Topanga's.

Farkle: Sounds like a plan.

Riley: Thanks.

Farkle: No problem.

The bell rings.

Farkle: I have to go. I don't want to be late again.

Farkle hugs Riley. Then he gives her a quick peck on the lips and walks to his class. Riley stands there in disbelief. Farkle arrives in his science class and sits down. He takes out his work and then it hits him.

Farkle: (screams) What have I done?

The whole class stares at him.

Meanwhile Riley is still standing in the hallway. The bell rings again. Maya walks up to Riley. She waves her hand in front of her face. Riley doesn't blink.

Maya: Honey, what's wrong?

Riley snaps out of it.

Riley: I think Farkle just kissed me.

Maya: You think? You don't know.

Riley: It happened so fast. He definitely caught me by surprise.

Maya: I know I'm going to regret asking this, but was the kiss good?

Riley: (smiles) That's the thing. The kiss was great.

Maya: Then, what's the problem?

Riley: I don't know where we stand. Was it a one time kiss? Are we dating? Are we friends who kiss? What are we? I want to know.

Maya: You and Farkle need to talk about this.

Riley: Why is life complicated?

Maya: I don't know honey. Let's go to class.

They walk to their classroom.

Cafeteria.

Farkle, Lucas, and Zay are sitting together. Lucas and Zay are talking. Farkle is distracted. Lucas notices.

Lucas: What's wrong?

Farkle: Nothing.

Zay: Something's off. Tell us.

Farkle: It's complicated.

Meanwhile Riley and Maya walk in the cafeteria. Riley sees Farkle.

Maya: Talk to him.

Riley: I don't know if I can. Can't I pretend the kiss didn't happen?

Maya: No.

Riley: You talk to him for me.

Maya: No.

Riley: I forgot. I have to talk to my dad about history homework.

Maya: We have no homework.

Riley: It's a different kind of homework.

Maya pushes Riley to Farkle's table. Farkle tenses up when he sees Riley.

Maya: Look Riley, it's Farkle. Isn't there something you wanted to say to him?

Riley nods her head.

Maya: Then say it.

Riley: (To Farkle) Hi.

Farkle: (To Riley) Hi.

Riley: (To Lucas) Hi.

Lucas: (To Riley) Hi.

Riley: (To Zay) Hi.

Zay: (To Riley) Hi.

Farkle: (To Maya) Hi.

Maya: Not doing it.

Riley: Gotta go.

Riley starts leaving when Maya grabs her.

Maya: No. You sit down and talk to Farkle. Lucas, Zay, and I will eat lunch at a different table. I'm watching you two. You are not leaving until you talk about this kiss.

Zay: What?

Maya: I'll tell you about it later. (Looks at Riley and Farkle) Talk.

Maya, Lucas and Zay leave the table. Riley and Farkle stare at each other.

Riley: So....

Farkle: So...

Riley: I have to go to the thing with the thing.

Farkle: So do I.

Riley: I'm glad we talked.

Farkle: Me too.

Riley: Bye.

Farkle: Bye.

They take off.

Maya: You got to be kidding me!

Lucas: What do we do now?

Maya: It's time for us to intervene.

Zay: How?

Maya: I have a idea.

To be continued...

#gmw #riarkle #Riley Matthews #farkle minkus #maya hart #lucas friar #zay babineaux #riarkle fanfiction #riarkle ff #riarkle fic #useramberlee #userharley #userclaire #isadorasrileys

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sammyjo16 · 4 years ago

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Boots & Bedrooms

Part 1 to my, “Sam’s 30th Bday Fic-a-thon,” where I write at least 1 fic for every fandom/pairing I’ve written for. First up, #Riarkle.

❤

Shawn: Why didn’t you like me?

Jedidiah: Because of that one time I caught you making out with Topanaga in the basement.

Cory: What?

Jedidiah: Relax, Cory. It was always you in the basement.

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It started long before she even realized it was happening.

Late night study sessions when he’d help her with Spanish, that few months when she was on a ukulele kick — and even Maya didn’t want to hear her practice.

Sometimes she’d just listen to music, with her headphones on, while he sat at the floor of the bay window writing whatever brilliant paper he was working on.

(She’ll start humming along by accident, and eventually he’ll just put his computer down and say, “okay, let’s hear it,” with a pretend exasperated sigh and she’ll play her newest favorite song for him).

But no matter how it started, more often than not, Farkle’s been alone with her in her bedroom a couple nights a week for… she’s not even sure how long.

And her parents — more importantly her father — have said nothing.

It only dawns on her one particular night after they’ve finished watching an episode of the show they’d been binging and as he’s picking up his backpack, about to leave, her dad knocks and steps into the room.

“It’s ten o’clock, guys.”

“Just heading out, Mr. Mathews,” Farkle answers with a mock salute and her dad just laughs.

“Have a good night, Farkle.” He turns to her. “Not too much later, kid — we’re heading to your grandparents early in the morning.”

And that’s it.

It keeps her up half the night, because none of it makes any sense to her…

The next morning while her mother is getting Auggie ready, she walks into the kitchen as her dad’s making coffee for the road.

“Hey, dad,” she starts, quietly.

He barely looks up from the mugs with a simple, “yes, Darlin’?”

“Do you got a second before we go?”

“Of course, Darlin’,” he answers, closing off the lids to the mugs.

“Okay, can….we sit?”

“Sure, Darl-“

“Dad,” she cuts him off.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs and pulls up a chair at the kitchen table and motions her to sit down. “What’s on your mind? Everything okay?”

“No - well - yes,” she stops, trying to formulate her thoughts. How is even supposed to ask this?

“Why are you okay with Farkle being alone in my room?!” she finally blurts out.

He tilts his head. “What do you mean?”

She sighs. “I mean, you still have boots of Lucas’ that you still haven’t given back — and no one I’ve been on dates with since has ever been allowed in my room without anyone else there. And I mean, Farkle and I have been hanging out in my room since like,Freshman year? And you don’t care at all!”

“Mhmm. Okay,” he says, thoughtfully. “Do you…want me to care?”

She buries her face in her hands. “What is even happening right now?”

“Riles, Sweetheart, why do you think I chased those other boys out of your room?”

“We’re not going to have the birds and the bees talk again, are we?” she answers groaning.

He shakes his head. “Oh, God no. That traumatized both of us…,My point is, well — they were guys you liked, and I was being protective of my daughter. I was worrying.”

And it suddenly starts to click. Why this all bothered her so much.

“Oh.”

“Riles?” he says, gently, and there’s this knowing tone to his voice, that she’s trying not to be annoyed by. “Do, you want me to worry about Farkle?”

She blinks. “I…I don’t know.”

He stands up with a smile, and kisses the top her head. “Think on it. But in the meanwhile, go grab your jacket, it’s time to head out.”

She nods, still not sure what just happened. “Kay.”

There are way too many questions floating around her head now, and something in the pit of her stomach that she really doesn’t feel ready to unpack.

But she knows one thing —

“Hey, Dad?”

He turns his head. “Darlin?’

“You…wouldn’t have to worry either way.”

He just smiles at her and offers her a nod.

❤

Cory meets his wife at the entrance of Auggie’s room with a smile and her mug of coffee.

“Thanks, Babe,” she says taking the cup. “Little Man’s just using the bathroom then we’re good to go.”

“Great. And uh…I don’t think Farkle’s gonna be allowed in Riley’s room alone anymore.”

Topanaga looks up at him in surprise, before it dawns on her. “Hmm,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around him. "Took her long enough, huh?”

#Girl Meets World #GMW #GMW fic #Riarkle #My Words

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sy5starplaty · 2 years ago

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Fire in the Water (Chapter 24)

Story Notes:

Focal ship: Lucas/Maya (slow burn ish)

Rating: Mature/Teen & Up

24: Light the Blue Touch Paper (Riley POV)

Someone needed to diffuse the situation. Normally Riley would look to Lucas to take control, but it was true what Maya said about him. There was no hint of the hero she’d fallen for; not even a glimpse of the knight he mentioned in his letter.

She couldn’t feel sorry for him. She couldn’t find any words to lift him up. There wasn’t any courage on display at all. He was a coward. He’d taken the easy way out, just like Maya said. He’d not shown up, not talked to her; he hadn’t faced her to give her the letter. He couldn’t even look at her that morning.

He just kept trying to explain himself to Maya.

Or, read from the beginning…

#Girl Meets World #lucaya #Riley Matthews #riarkle #GMW fic #userbriana #beholdmysparkle #starlightsweetheart #WIP: FitW #5*p writes sometimes #COMMENTS (at AO3 preferably) please and thank you #if the story hasn't hurt you yet... well... be prepared.#I understand if the word count has hurt you.#Sorry.#The outline was supposed to keep the plot in place but it didn't account for character input.

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farklesdarling · 8 years ago

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I wanna start working on my Riarkle Royalty AU fic again; would anyone be interested in reading it?

#it was pretty popular when I was still actively working on it #if anyone wants me to write it again I will!!!#I'll just need some time to outline it since I didn't do it the last time #jas talks #girl meets world #gmw #riarkle #riarkle fanfic #riarkle fanfiction #riarkle fic #royally engaged

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plutomeetsgenius · 8 years ago

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A Kiss Goodbye

A drabble written for a sweet little nonnie who’s having a bad week. I’m sorry about any ensuing feels.

Rated: G

Pairing: Riarkle

“So I hear things are leaning toward London.”

Riley lifted her head from the random spot she’d chosen to stare at to see a somber Farkle Minkus. “That’s what it looks like.”

He gestured to the spot next to her, “May I?” She nodded and he sat down beside her, looking like he had a million things to say, but nothing came out of his mouth. “Farkle, you know I never wanted this, but if my mom thinks it’s best -”

Farkle shook his head, “Riles, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I know… I know how it feels.” At her questioning stare, he went on. “A few years ago… actually quite some time ago, in 6th grade, my father was considering something similar.”

Riley’s eyebrows shot up. “Why didn’t you ever tell me, us?”

“I didn’t want to burden you. I never… in the end it didn’t matter. Dad decided that it was in the best interests of the company to stay in New York… and that’s all she wrote.” His eyes were heavy with the beginning of tears. She wanted nothing more than to wave a wand and make them all disappear… but she knew from experience that there was value in crying. It’s the tears you never shed that mess you up.

“Why are you only telling me this now?”

He looked at her with guilt in his eyes. “I realized that I was being an ass.”

Riley cocked her head to the side. “Farkle, you could never -”

“I realized that I had had two options, and both of them could have hurt you, so I decided not to burden you with the depths of my feelings.” He sat and stared at his hands, unwilling to go on without prompting, so she took one of them in hers. “I love you, so much Riley Matthews.”

A small smile found its way onto her face, “And I love you, too, Farkle.”

“Let me… I maybe more than like Smackle… but I know I’ve always loved you. I think I might have loved you a full 7, 8 years before I could have possibly known what love meant. I’m still not sure that I know what love means.”

Riley stared at him, agape. If she’d known… or maybe she had. Maybe she didn’t want to know.

“That’s a lie, Riles. Love means home. Love means you.” After a pause, he smiled ruefully, “I haven’t really been fair to anyone, have I?”

She shook her head with a dry gulp. “You haven’t been fair to yourself either.”

“I stepped aside… but I didn’t. I was cowardly. You deserved to know.”

Riley grimaced. “I wouldn’t have known how to feel even if I did know. I still… You mean home to me, too, Farkle. And maybe more.”

At that, the tears actually fell from his eyes. “I think I would have preferred not to know. Now I get to know exactly what could have happened… I’m so sorry, Riles.”

She brought her hand up to brush away a tear, leaving it to cup his cheek. “I should have known, Farkle. I’m pretty good at pretending that I don’t know things deep down, if you haven’t noticed.”

He let out a broken chuckle at that, and brought a hand of his own up to hold hers against his cheek. “You will always be my first love, Riley Matthews. And forever my best friend.”

Riley didn’t quite know what to say to that and opted for an absence of words, leaning closer to bring her forehead to his.

Farkle opened his mouth to say something, but she closed the distance between their lips before he could.

When they pulled away, he grimaced and said, “At least I got a kiss goodbye.”

She gave a grimace of her own at that, but it melted into a genuine smile, albeit a sad one. “Parting is such sweet sorrow… that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”

He grinned and gave her a light kiss on the lips. “Just remember that this is Romeo and Juliet and Farkle. I don’t think the play is over.”

#riarkle fanfiction #riarkle #riley matthews #farkle minkus #girl meets goodbye #riarkle fan fiction #riarkle fanfic #riarkle fic #riarkle fan fic #gmg #gm goodbye #london

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softboyholland · 8 years ago

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so in love omfg

#riarkle #riley and farkle #riley x farkle #cowan #cowan gmw #riarkle fic #riarkle fanfiction #savegmw #gmw season 4 #hulu save gmw

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speedxcold · 8 years ago

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Check out my riarkle story on wattpad! :) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/RGHoK86hqB

#riarkle fic #riarkle fanfiction #gmw #girl meets world #riarkle #wattpad #riley matthews #rowan blanchard #farkle minkus #corey fogelmanis #gmw fic #gmw fanfiction #lucaya #zayadora #maya hart #lucas friar #zay babineaux #isadora smackle

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dancing-in-the-fridge-light · 7 years ago

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Ephemeral (Riarkle) — Chapter 1

I originally wrote this fic on my wattpad but I decided to put it on here too! If this does well I’ll post the next chapters :)) I’m on mobile at the moment so I apologise if there are any errors. Also, I wrote this chapter as a really cringey 12-year-old which is why it’s a bit awful!!

P L A Y L I S T

Words: 1,950

Trigger Warnings: None

— a fic in which two childhood friends who drifted apart in middle and high school reconcile at a birthday party during junior year and end up getting closer than they thought, but it was never their fate to stay that way.

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RILEY MATTHEWS

AUGGIE TURNED TEN TODAY, the special double digits.

"Mom, I get it. You don't need to stress. The fun park is closed today, I understand," my brother was telling my mom. She had felt so upset telling Auggie that the theme park we were going to for his birthday was not available. If you couldn't tell, she seemed much more upset than him.

"Oh, Auggie. I'm sorry it isn't what you had in mind," she sulked. I was sat on the couch, reading a book.

"This birthday is already one of the best! I got a huge helicopter from Riley, a planetarium from dad, and an iPad! Forget about the rides!" Auggie then got up from the dining table and ran to his room. Mom chuckled softly. I smiled. He was such a big sweetheart. I didn't want him to grow up at all.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked once he'd left, putting the book down on the coffee table. I made my way towards the dining area and sat across from her, she poured iced tea into an empty glass.

"Well, I'm glad I had a back up one. A surprise party. It was supposed to be for tomorrow," she said.

"Surprise party? You got that planned ahead?" I asked her.

"That's Topanga Matthews for you." She winked at me and I laughed.

"Who's coming?"

"I've already phoned all of his friends' parents. They're available. Of course family's going to be there , too. And a few family friends. But the most important guest..." Her voice became noteably quieter in that last part. She looked around to check Auggie wasn't there.

"Who?”

"Ava," she whispered. Like the whisper where you really have to mouth the word for emphasis so the person understands the importance without you having to yell.

My eyes widened, Ava had moved to California almost ten months ago. Auggie was seriously heartbroken when she had to leave. It broke my heart, too, seeing them say goodbye to each other. Friendships are important; people don't realise that enough.

"How did you get Ava to come here? That's amazing, mom," I told her. I couldn't wait to see his reaction. He would be ecstatic at the sight of her.

"Ava's uncle and grandmother still live in New York. The grandmother was too sick to go with the rest of the family, and I assume her uncle was there to take care of her. They went to pay her a visit last week, I didn't even know they were in the city until Mrs Morgenstern told me."

"I can just imagine his face when he sees her," I say softly, sipping the chilled drink.

"Me too. The poor little guy missed his best friend so much. I was not about to make his tenth birthday the first birthday he would have without her. Next year, probably, he'd cope better. But this time? Not gonna happen."

The party started at 7PM, the time Auggie came back from a local carnival with my dad. Our house was decorated like a goddamn Christmas tree! It was crazy what measures my mom was willing to go to just to make up for something that wasn't her fault in the first place. I wore a onesie, but like, my best onesie. What? I wanted to be comfortable.

Auggie was delighted, his face lit up like the moon. The first thing he did was greet his school friends, but only ten minutes after the party had begun, the doorbell rang.

My mom and I knew exactly who that was. When she heard it, she told me to go through the shelf pretending to look for something whilst she pretended to frost the completely finished cake.

"Auggie, dear, can you get the door? Mommy and Riley are pretty busy at the moment. Dad's catching up with Shawn," she yelled from the kitchen.

"Sure!" As he strided onwards to the front door, my mom and I ran quickly behind him, excited. He twisted the handle and the door flew open.

"Ava!" he shouted in joy. Just like that he flung his arms around the little girl and gave her the biggest bear hug ever.

"Miss me, Auggie?" Ava teased, squeezing him back.

"Of course, how was California?"

"It was pretty good..."

I watched the both of them walk over to where his friends were whilst my mom talked to Avas'. All of them began having fun, and greeting this girl who returned from the other side of the country.

I wish I had a real friend like that. High school is just full of liars and fake people. Maya and I used to be the best of friends, but now she's literally my least favorite person on earth. Her and Lucas— despite how cute he is. As for Smackle and Zay, well, this isn't middle school, you don't stick together forever. Smackle moved state and Zay was just like Lucas, distanced.

The five of us, once best friends in middle school where we met each other, were no longer the same. Before middle school, I had one childhood friend like Ava. I don't know why we stopped talking. He was such a nice kid. I sighed. I wish I had a friendship like Ava and Auggie's.

It was soon 9:09PM when I glanced at the living room clock. Everyone was having such a good time, but parties tire me out, even if I'm not doing anything.

"Mom, I'm gonna head up to my room for a bit and get some rest. I'll be down in 15 to help around," I told my mother as I turned the corner.

"That's alright. Thank you for helping me put this together so quickly. I love you, sweetie," she told me and kissed my forehead.

"Love you too."

I underestimated how tired I was. I didn't think I'd be so exhausted just from putting up decorations. However, it was just my mom and I preparing, so that was understandable. I fell asleep reading The Alchemist and when I woke up, it was five minutes to ten. I gasped.

“Shit!" The party would end at midnight. Yeah, I guess it was a late party but Auggie begged for no curfew. I jumped out of bed and fixed myself, ran out of the room and went downstairs.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, mom. I fell asleep," I apologised. She gave me a face of understanding, smiling at me dearly.

"Oh, it's okay, Riley! You're in time. I want you to say hello to the Minkuses. We haven't had them around in ages!" Mom said, gesturing towards three people who looked like they just got here.

Farkle Minkus, I thought. He hadn't been to this house since we were eleven years old.

Farkle was my best friend as a little kid. Our parents were friends, and we would go on road trips together and everything. I missed him. Middle school came around, and that was when I met other friends. I'm not sure who distanced themselves from the other first, but all I knew was that we were no longer friends.

Unfortunately, my new middle school friendships didn't last either, because Hello ninth grade. Hello freshman year. Hello high school.

I saw him around, but he was so quiet, almost invisible at school. We had a few classes, too. At one point I forgot we were friends. It was crazy, I felt like a whole new person.

Seeing him at my house was refreshing. I hadn't talked to him since middle school either. Not even in high school. He saw me staring at him and I glanced away.

My mom and I walked over to them, where my dad was already shaking their hands.

"Sorry we're so late. That meeting took ages," Mr Minkus told him apologetically. My dad nodded.

"Well it's been awhile since you've visited. Maybe we could all catch up after the party ends too? What do you say? Movie night? I can get the blow-up mattresses and pillows out!" Dad said enthusiastically. He was so excited I couldn't tell if he was being serious. He was acting like he was younger than Auggie.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea!We have nothing scheduled for tomorrow!" Mrs Minkus said. Oh dear, that meant that they were staying the night. That meant Farkle was staying the night.

"Topanga! There you are!" the woman said, giving her a big hug.

"Jennifer! Stuart! It's been awhile! We just get so busy we drift apart!" My mom shook hands with them, and so did I. She cupped Farkle's face like he was Auggie's age.

"Farkle! I haven't seen you around in the longest time. Years fly by. How are you?" She asked, and I watched awkwardly.

"I'm great. Good to see your family again, Mrs Matthews," Farkle said. I never noticed how tall he got, taller than my father. Mr Minkus and dad went over to Shawn, who was pouring them drinks.

I would have heard more of Farkle and my mom's conversation but Mrs Minkus happily took both my hands and held them in hers.

"Riley, dear. I've seen you a few times but never got the opportunity to say hello. You look very beautiful and all grown up!" she sweetly exclaimed. I smiled.

"Thank you so much. Time really does fly.”

"It sure does."

After that, my mom linked arms with Mrs Minkus and they walked over to the kitchen, most likely to catch up. That meant me and Farkle were left, standing awkwardly there.

I didn't notice it before either but I somehow found his milk chocolate brown hair nice. It looked cool, all ruffled up and messy like a puppy.

"Hi," I said shyly, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Hey," he said back. His voice was lower than I thought but there was some familiarity to it. He gave me a small smile and I returned the gesture. That was the first word he'd said to me since middle school.

For the first time, I was up close with him. His face had matured, no longer chubby cheeks. His cheekbones were defined and his jawline was sharp. His blue eyes looked into mine.

"Well, it's been a while, hasn't it?" I whispered. He gave me a look that agreed.

"Yeah. You're really popular now," he said. I didn't know how I was supposed to react. He was right. I knew that I changed. My friends were rude to him. I just felt bad.

"Uh, yeah... How about we talk for a bit? You know, to catch up?" I told him, almost too enthusiatically.

To be honest with you, I was excited to talk to him. I wanted him to be my friend again. I wanted a real friend. No, I didn't want a boyfriend. They would never stay. And I've had my share of friendships that didn't last but maybe this one could. Maybe he could be my Ava again.

"Sure. Where?" He said, not noticing how excited I was.

"The roof? It's my favorite place to go, now that we're old enough to go on it," I chuckle. As children we wanted to climb the roof but our parents thought it was dangerous.

"Alright, let's go." And for a moment, I saw him smile again. It was faint, but it was comforting and nostalgic. I missed my best friend.

He stepped aside and opened the front door for me, holding it open. We climbed onto the fire escape.

"So... where do you wanna start?"

#riarkle #riarkle fic #riarkle fanfic #riley matthews #farkle minkus #girl meets world #gmw #disney #lucaya #corey fogelmanis #rowan blanchard #lucas friar #maya hart #isadora smackle #isaiah babineaux #boy meets world #riley x farkle #farkle x riley #filey

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