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nickuwonu-blog · 6 years

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chick-fil-a [b.a]

“Yeo i think about sitting in Brandons lap and just cuddling him with my face in the crook of his neck so i can place kisses there whenever i feel like it and his hand is running up and down my back anytime he feels like it and like....even better if its after a long ass party and its 2am and everyone is chillen and talking and its not weird or anything cuz Nicks cuddling alexys and Austin is resting his head on fiffanys legs and Edwin is with Tiffany and Zion is sleeping and yah!”

REMEMBER THIS ICONIC LIL THING, SISTERS?? WELL, BASED ON THAT LIL THING I DECIDED TO WRITE MY OWN LIL THING:

can you actually imagine how perfect that setting would be? like it’s two in the morning, and the nine of you are spiraled across the living room of the boys’ house watching re-runs of boy meets world. everyone is tired but not tired enough to actually fall asleep. except for zion who only fell asleep as an ironic way to keep himself entertained.

you’re on the couch sat on brandon’s lap sharing headphones with him, one in his ear and one in yours while one of his many spotify playlists is on. every so often, he’ll remove the earpiece to hear what’s going on in his favorite show before quickly allowing the music to resume in his ear.

nick and alexys are towards the end of the couch, closer to the television. her head is rested on his shoulder as the two of them keep their eyes locked on a young cory and topanga. austin’s head is laying in fiffany’s lap as she’s sitting upright on the couch with her fingers playing in austin’s hair. edwin and tiffany are nowhere to be found as they had finally decided to take their romantic chemistry elsewhere. all the while, zion is laid across the other end of the couch with his head laying comfortable on a pillow.

it had been a long night partying with them, only for it to end with stopping by chick-fil-a then going back to the boys’ house. of course, it was your boyfriend’s idea to stop by and get food on the way home because that boy has in appetite on him. it’s not like anyone was opposed to picking up food, deciding on where to actually get food was the issue.

“edwin, turn the car around.” brandon held on to the head rest of the driver’s seat as he tried to convince his friend to turn around.

“no,” edwin started, “we already passed chick-fil-a so i’m not turning around for shit. plus, mcdonalds is closer to our house. i’ll buy you a mcchicken if you want.”

“yeah,” tiffany chimed in, “and didn’t you see how long the line for chick-fil-a was?” she pulled down the mirror in the passenger seat as she talked, checking to make sure her makeup was correct.

“i would wait my whole life for chick-fil-a if that’s what it takes. c’mon, man, just turn around this one time.” brandon whined.

“yeah, edwin,” zion (who sat to brandon’s right in the backseat of the car) agreed, “i’m in the mood for a spicy deluxe.”

edwin scoffed, “you can barely handle a bag of takis let alone a whole spicy chicken sandwich.”

“that’s not the point,” you spoke up (sitting on brandon’s right, behind edwin), “we all want chick-fil-a and i swear to god i will buy you whatever you want from there if you turn around.”

edwin, being his dramatic self, slammed his hand down on the arm rest before speaking. “fine. but next time it’s late at night and i’m in the mood for in-and-out, one of you fools is taking me. and you’re gonna pay for my meal.”

you laughed into brandon’s neck has the memory that only happened hours ago washed over you. feeling something that wasn’t your lips pressed against his neck, brandon slightly tilted his head in your direction, trying to discover what this new feeling was only to realize that you were just laughing.

“what’s so funny?” brandon whispered while lightly laughing at the same time.

you shook your head, “i was just thinking about the whole chick-fil-a thing and how edwin made me buy him two meals, and breakfast for tomorrow morning.”

“don’t forget about the milkshake,” alexys added once she overheard the conversation. she kept her eyes on the television the entire time she spent talking, only to be surprised her boyfriend fell asleep when she had been momentarily distracted.

“their milkshakes are good, he was smart to make you buy it for him.” austin spoke as he held his hand on fiffany’s thigh.

you laughed once more before resting your head back into the crook of brandon’s neck as a new song started playing from his phone. the beat itself was very calming yet sounded familiar. and the man singing was definitely a voice you had heard before, you just couldn’t quite identify it at the moment.

“what song is this?” you asked brandon.

“it’s called ‘saved’ by khalid.” he picked up his phone to confirm he was correct about the information he had just distributed.

“ooh,” you started, “you guys should collab with khalid. that’d be cool. collab with bazzi and blackbear while you’re at it.”

it was brandon’s turn to chuckle, “i bet you want us to make music with one direction too, huh?”

you shook your head once again, “you guys are unworthy,” you half-joked; causing brandon to laugh before tapping you on your back. “shush,” he replied, leaving his fingertips on the center of your back.

your eyes fluttered shut before you placed your head back into the crook of brandon’s neck, placing a small kiss at the base of it. the all too familiar feeling caused him to began tracing small circles at the bare skin of your back before he started talking once again: “the two of us remind me a lot of cory and topanga.”

“how so?” you questioned, too lazy and tired to open your eyes or switch positions on his lap.

“you know how in love cory is with topanga? that’s how i feel about you.”

basically this is a a really short brandon blurb that no one asked for

also i wanted to keep tiffany out but i decided to keep her in and make her passively aggressive bitchy lmao

#prettymuch #prettymuch imagine #prettymuch preference #brandon arreaga #brandon arreaga imagine #edwin honoret #austin porter #nick mara #zion kuwonu #beanz #boy meets world #cory matthews #topanga lawerence

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xothenewromantics · 6 years

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Tagged by @mxzikeenn ❤️ to list my 10 favorite female characters from different fandoms and tag 10 people.

sooo hereee we go.

1. Jane Villanueva (Jane the Virgin)

2. Monica Geller (Friends)

3. Buffy Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

4. Cristina Yang (Grey’s Anatomy)

5. Gabriella Dawson (Chicago Fire)

6. Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

7. Joyce Byers (Stranger Things)

8. Loreali Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)

9. Haley James Scott (One Tree Hill)

10. Topanga Lawerence Matthews (Boy/Girl Meets World)

I don’t have 10 friends so heres three tags @dreamingincastles @bafflegabandnonsense @angelie25

#you guys should tag me more often #I have no friends but I love being tagged in things

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ddproductionsw77 · 7 years

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There’s a Farkle Under Your Bed (Riarkle Future One-Shot)

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle (Main), Corpanga

Characters: (Main) Riley Matthews, Farkle Minkus, and Cory Matthews, (Supporting) Topanga Lawerence-Matthews and Auggie Matthews

Rating: T for compromising positions and some shirtlessness…? Idk…the making out got a little out of hand, honestly. Lolz.

Description: It turns out Cory Matthews has been chasing the wrong boy out of his daughter’s bay window for years. But, the real threat is now clear… Or at least pretty clearly hiding under the girl’s bed.

Author’s Note: So, technically, this one-shot is a part of my canon future Riarkle one-shot collection. If you want, read the other pieces in that collection, if not… High school Riarkle is still always cute, am I right? Also, there isn’t any sex, but for real, this is an intense make out scene, so be aware because I don’t want to offend!

Riley felt absolutely lightheaded by the time her back connected with her mattress. Had she not already been utterly breathless, the landing might have knocked the air from her lungs.

Reaching up, she frantically pulled the boy hovering over her closer, drawing him in for another kiss between gasps for oxygen. Ironically, her radio, which she'd turned up to cover up any noises that might be made, played Into You by Ariana Grande at near full volume just as her boyfriend ducked his head to begin kissing a trail from her jaw to where her pulse beat erratically on her neck.

She shrieked before peeling into giggles as he nibbled that one spot that he knew damn well was ticklish.

Breaking from her skin to laugh, Farkle hushed her, "Quiet! Remember?"

Riley replied with only a whine, pulling his lips back up to her's. Farkle smirked into the kiss but didn't whisper any more orders, keeping his mouth busy with much more pleasurable activities.

Two months.

They'd only been dating two months and Riley was positive that this was the boy she was going to marry one day.

Because being with Farkle wasn't like being with Lucas. It never had been, not even when she and Farkle were just friends and Lucas was like her brother.

For one, Lucas didn't get her like Farkle.

Lucas was always needing everything spelled out for him. Farkle was the Abigail Adams High School spelling bee champ two years running and he could read Riley like an open book. There was an intimacy between them that Riley couldn’t fathom sharing with Lucas.

And then there was the talking.

Hours of conversation with Farkle passed like seconds when it had drug on for days with Lucas. She felt guilty, knowing the Texas boy really had given it his all but there had always been something so uncomfortable about the attempts. And sure, Lucas had put in an effort but Riley liked that Farkle didn't have to. He was just that at ease with her.

Lastly, was this stuff.

Lucas was cute and had made Riley's stomach twist and her palms sweat but that attraction seemed so childish and immature compared to this fire. Burning and all-consuming, she felt a need for more every time Farkle so much as brushed his hand against hers.

Then again, maybe that fire wasn't exactly good for her either.

It was definitely distracting. She'd figured that out one day in English when she'd snapped out of a daydream to find she'd written a whole page about Farkle's shoulder blades and his jawline at the desk in front of her. Absolutely humiliating.

In the present time, however, with Farkle's tall figure settled on top of her and his lips skimming the skin just underneath her earlobe, Riley couldn't care any less about that. About anything really.

"Up," She ordered, shoving him back.

Sitting back, Farkle gave her a confused look.

She used his shoulders to put herself in a sitting position, gripping the hem of her boyfriend's t-shirt with darkened eyes, "Off."

Swallowing hard, the boy nodded frantically and clumsily raised his arms, nearly clocking himself in the face. In one easy sweep, Riley pulled the shirt detailing the periodic table off and tossed it aside. Jerking her hips to the side, she managed to roll them and leave Farkle staring up at her dumbfounded.

Hair spilling over her shoulder, she smiled down at him with that burning fire in her gaze and ran her hands down his shoulders to his chest.

They had made out a lot in their two months, but admittedly this was the first time any clothing had been removed. Riley just couldn't help it; she wanted more.

And Farkle, who wasn’t even sure he believed in God, was completely certain that she was an angel. Or maybe a goddess herself. A siren?

Leaning down, she pressed a searing kiss to his cheek, then another to the corner of his eye, both of which fluttered shut, and finally to his ear. He might know her best spots but she certainly knew his.

Lightly, she bit his ear. The pit of her stomach scorched in satisfaction as Farkle moaned beneath her, hands coming up to clutch her hips. His fingertips were almost painful against her bones but she welcomed the closeness, feeling the electrical current surge through her from the contact.

More.

Sitting up, Riley grasped the hem of her own long sleeve and battled with the skin tight fabric until it too was tossed aside, leaving her in only the bra with rainbow-colored cats she'd picked out that morning. It was totally not sexy and if she's thought about before she discarded her shirt she probably wouldn't have done it.

Farkle, however, looked up at her with some thrilling mix between complete dedication and blind admiration. Her eyes locked with his, cheeks turning a nervous pink as she weakly smiled, and she had no warning before he was sitting up and kissing her breathless all over again.

His hands slipped up her sides, leaving goosebumps and pure electricity in their wake.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalled a booth in a cafe and a time when Farkle had said he hadn't even realized she or Maya was beautiful. He had loved them then despite looks and now he was making it very clear that, though he may love her differently now, she was still gorgeous to him.

Laying back down together, lips locked, Riley shifted off of her knees to lie completely on top of her boyfriend. So much of him had never been in direct contact with so much of her and Riley imagined that this, this collision of atoms and matter and energy, must have been how the Big Bang went down.

A love to create galaxies... Not that they’d said that aloud quite yet.

Farkle attempted to flip them back over to gain dominance, only to run out of bed and send them both crashing hard into the floorboards below.

Riley, landing on the bottom, giggled up at the ceiling, "Ow?"

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Farkle asked while sitting up and resting a hand on her bare waist, looking her over.

Nodding, the girl continued to grin, finding his worry utterly adorable, "Yeah, I'm-"

"Riley! What was that noise?!" A voice yelled from some distance on the other side of her bedroom door.

Both teenagers froze for a second, staring at each other in horror, before snapping into the action. Farkle rolled across the floor, grabbing Riley's shirt and tossing it to her as she stood and rushed towards the radio to turn it down, "It was nothing, Daddy! I'm fine!"

Catching a glance at the mess her hair had become, she gasped and turned to give her boyfriend a glare, hissing, and pointing, "Seriously?"

Outside, footsteps were coming down the hallway, "Did you fall off the bed again? This is why your mother tells you not to jump on it, ya know?"

"What do I do?" Farkle whispered, looking around frantically for his t-shirt and coming up short.

Riley gave him a look of desperation as she yelled toward the bedroom door, "I know, Dad! I'm out of control!"

'Out of control?' Farkle mouthed, quirking an eyebrow. His girlfriend rolled her eyes and shoved him towards the bed, hissing, "Hide underneath and stay quiet!"

He had just managed to duck beneath when he heard Riley's door fly open without a single knock, classic Cory Matthews Style.

"Dad! I'm seventeen now, you really need to knock!" He heard Riley scold.

Cory scoffed, "I am your father, I'll knock when, if, I wanna," Farkle could only imagine the eye roll Mr. Matthews was getting for that little comeback. "Besides, I was concerned for your safety!"

"Well, like I said, I'm fine! So, you can-"

"Riley?"

"Hmm?"

"Why does there appear to be a person under your bed?"

Farkle's heart dropped. Feet away, he could hear Riley drowning as she tried to recover the situation, "A person? Under my bed?"

"Yes, Riley."

"Well, why on Earth would someone be there?"

Mr. Matthews sounded more panicked now, "That's what I'd like to know!"

"Well, me too!"

Suddenly hands were grasping Farkle's ankles and he was practically nose-to-nose with his girlfriend's father, who also happened to be his History teacher, without a shirt on. He swallowed hard, heart racing so fast he was probably seconds from cardiac arrest.

Over her father's shoulder, Farkle saw Riley fake a gasp, "Farkle! How did you get down-"

Cory, his face turning red, raised a hand to silence his daughter. She choked mid-sentence and looked down at her feet. Desperate to break the tense silence, Farkle spoke up, "Always nice to see you, Sir."

Riley face palmed.

"Farkle," Cory started low and dangerous, "You're in my daughter's room."

The teenage boy nodded slowly, "It would appear that way, Sir."

"You were under her bed."

"Again, a solid observation."

"You're shirtless."

"...It was very warm?"

That was not the right thing to say. Cory stood up, allowing Farkle scramble to his feet as the grown man pointed widely between the two teenagers.

"But-but you're Farkle! You're the one I didn't have to worry about! And it turns out this whole time, you've been sneaking in for one thing!" Cory whiled on Riley, pointing inches from her mortified face. "Sex!"

"Sir, I swear that isn't-" Farkle tried to fumble out some sentence to reassure the older man but he got the feeling that Cory wasn't going to be reassured by anything he had to say.

Luckily, Riley cut him off, exclaiming, "Dad! Oh my god! We weren't even having sex!"

But Cory was beyond listening, throwing his hands over his ears, "In my own house! Under my own roof!"

More footsteps came down the hallway and soon Topanga was in her daughter's doorway, taking in the scene before her, "What is going on?!"

Cory fell to his knees, hugging his wife around the middle and pointing back to the two blushing, humiliated teenagers, "Deflowering our little girl, Topanga! My own house! Shirtless!"

Riley mother looked Farkle over, standing there with no shirt, and then her daughter, with messy hair and a disbelieved shirt of her own, letting things click into place. Petting her husband's hair, she looked down at him, "Cory, get yourself together. We have a situation to deal with, not go into over dramatics over."

Ten minutes later, Riley and Farkle sat at either end of the Matthews' couch. The poor boy had finally recovered his t-shirt but not his pride.

Glancing over at her boyfriend, Riley wondered if this was it for them.

Sure, Farkle knew how crazy Cory was from their long friendship but it was different now. What if he decided she wasn't worth the trouble? If her crazy family really wasn't what he wanted?

Cory paced before them, finishing up his lecture, "And even if you two think it's just sex, sex can lead to babies! And babies are for life!"

She'd said it a million times in the last ten minutes, but again Riley prepared to repeat herself. We weren't even having sex! They'd only been dating two months, for god's sake! And Riley, well, she'd never... The point was they'd never even had sex!

Farkle, however, beat her to it, speaking for the first time since they'd been drug into the living room.

"Excuse me, Mr. Matthews. I understand that you're upset about finding out about me and Riley but you seem to be under the impression that this," he gestured between himself and the brunette, "Is some sort of 'friends with benefits' relationship based on sex."

Clearing his throat and plucking up his courage, he turned to look right at Riley. Their eyes locked and he could see the uncertainty in those melting chocolate spheres. Shaking his head, he continued more softly, "It's not like that."

"Oh yeah? Then, please Farkle, enlighten us!" Cory exclaimed, sweeping his arm around the room to Topanga and a poorly hidden, eavesdropping Auggie.

"I- I, uh," Farkle reached over and took Riley's hand, running a thumb over her knuckles, "I love her, Sir. We're really together and I love her."

He'd said the words before, but this was a declaration in front of someone more than just her. A declaration that meant so much more. It melted her heart and she couldn't help but smile.

Maybe he really did think she was worth the trouble after all...

"Riley?" Her mother's voice drew her back to the planet Earth and the living room.

She turned away from electric blue eyes and looked at Topanga, eyebrows furrowed.

Her mother continued, "Is this true?"

Riley didn't exactly know if her Mom meant the 'really together' part or the 'I love her' bit but either way, she was pretty sure she knew the answer. Slowly, surely, she nodded, "Yes, it's true. And I love him."

She still got grounded for a month and a lifelong ban on boyfriends in the bedroom...

But Farkle loved her and she loved him so it could have been worse.

Pretty such Riarkle is pure sweetness? Everyone agree? Okay, ANYWAY! Check out the other one-shots in this series. They are are based in the future and at canon compliant. AND SEND ME REQUESTS!!! You could just put, like, "Riley telling Farkle she's pregnant for the first time" or "Getting engaged" and I'll write a one-shot of that moment in our favorite pairing possible future lives!!!

Current Coming Soon List (Holy crap this is really getting long...):

Fighting with the Freaking Sun! (A Future Snapshot)

The Lucky Ones Pt. 1 (A Socialite AU)

Missed Moments of Pluto and Mars (A Future Snapshot Collection Companion)

Birthdays, First Times, and Letters from Princeton (A Future Snapshot)

The Electronic Configuration of Hate and Love Pt. 4

We’re Always on the Same Team (A Future Snapshot)

Little Drunk, Lotta Careless (A Future Snapshot)

The Lucky Ones Pt. 2 (A Socialite AU)

Crazy Kids (A Future Snapshot)

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butterflieshurt-ia · 5 years

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Things to Note About Topanga (and some headcanons):

- timeline-wise, she happened during abby’s young adult years, before the horsemen. when she was living on her one. she was born around the time abby was 21.

- danny never joined the eye, the horsemen never happened, well, at least he wasn’t apart of them. he quit full time performing and things to raise topanga. he has a steady paying job and will occasionally do small shows on the side. nothing big though.

- she is named after topanga lawerence-matthews. boy meets world was (is?) abby’s favorite show, and honestly in a world where a significant other wasn’t around to influence any name decisions, it is totally the name abby would give her daughter. not just for the show, but because she did fall in love with the name itself.

- her middle name comes from danny. ‘j’ daniel atlas.

- people can give her as many different nicknames as they want, but one name no one is allowed to call her is ‘tj’. it’s danny’s nickname for her and she doesn’t allow anyone else to use it.

- she has a locket that once belonged to abby. it has a picture of them and a picture of abby and danny, respectively. she wears this nearly all the time.

#❝ unlocking the mystery inside ❞ || HEADCANONS #❝ try to keep a sense of knowing who i am ❞ || TOPANGA ATLAS #(i thought i had more but now i can't think of them. oh well. i will post them if/when i think of them)

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ddproductionsw77 · 7 years

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Summer Plans (Riarkle Future One-Shot)

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle (Main), Corpanga, Stuart x Jennifer, Joshaya (hinting), Zaydora (Cuz, like, why not, honestly?)

Characters: (Main) Riley Matthews and Farkle Minkus, (Supporting) Cory Matthews, Topanga Lawerence-Matthews, Stuart Minkus, Jennifer Bassett-Minkus (Minor/Mentioned) Maya Hart-Hunter, Shawn Hunter, Katy Hunter, Will Hunter(OC), Lucas Friar, Zay Babineaux, Auggie Matthews, Ava Morgenstern, Josh Matthews, Eric Matthews, Morgan Matthews, Amy Matthews, Alan Matthews, and Isadora Smackle

Rating: T

Description: Riley and Farkle are engaged and it’s great… It is! It’s just maybe, a little, not-great that they’re families still don't know? But summer is here and everyone is getting together; the news has to come out one way or another.

Author’s Note: So, technically, this one-shot is a part of my canon future Riarkle one-shot collection. If you want, read the other pieces in that collection, if not… Engaged Riarkle is still always cute, am I right?

“Daddy, it’s only been a week!” Riley Matthews exclaimed over the phone, looking across the kitchen to Farkle with an exasperated expression. “Yes, I’m sure we met for lunch last week.” She paused before her eyes widened, “No, no, I am excited to see you tomorrow! I’m just saying it’s not been that long.”

Farkle laughed as he listened in, moving over to start cutting peppers.

The brunette glared and quickly flipped him the bird before resting her hand over the receiver. Cory Matthews’ rambling could just barely be heard as his daughter mouthed, ‘Kill me now!’ and only made the young genius laugh harder.

“Daddy, I got to go!” Riley finally exclaimed, throwing her hand up. “Yeah, dinner’s almost ready so I will see you, and everyone else, tomorrow. Yes, I promise. I love you, too. Okay, bye, Daddy. Bye. Sleep well, too? Uh, yes, now goodnight, Dad!”

She pulled the phone back, crushing the ‘end’ button.

“Nice chat?” Farkle asked, tipping the cutting board into a pan to begin cooking.

The girl just groaned and tossed the phone aside. Riley then moved across the kitchen, wrapping her arms around the boy’s waist and laying her head against his shoulder blades. “Can we just run away? I don’t wanna go tomorrow.”

“You don’t want to see Maya?” Farkle asked, frying the peppers and glancing over at the cooking rice.

Riley scrunched up her face in his t-shirt, “Maya already knows!”

…That Farkle and Riley were engaged.

In fact, the blonde had actually known about the whole thing before Riley herself. Farkle had wanted to make it perfect and had called on Maya for help. Of course, the actual proposal could not have gone more wrong but Riley had still said yes.

The girl began twisting the ring on her finger around and around. How could she have not?

She’d say it again and again, over and over because of course she and Farkle were going to get married. Riley had always known that to some degree, she just wasn’t so sure her family or his would think the same way she did.

“I know,” He admitted, sighing and turning in her arms to face her. “But our families have to find out eventually.”

“Do they, though?” Riley asked, quirking an eyebrow which Farkle kissed with a chuckle. The brunette sighed heavily, leaning into his touch.

After a moment, Farkle stiffened slightly, “Wait, do you really think your parents will be mad?”

Riley rolled her eyes, bring the hand with her ring up to rest on his cheek, “Love, they got engaged at their high school graduation, there’s not much they can say.” She pulled him down, lightly kissing his lips before speaking against them, “What, uh, about your parents?”

“Furious,” He pecked her lips, “Absolutely livid,” Another quick kiss, “But who cares?”

Riley’s hands dropped to his chest, pushing him softly away from her as she groaned, “Farkle-“

“I want to marry you, Riley.” Farkle quieted her, taking her hands in his and pressing his lips to the ring glittering on her knuckle. The girl smiled softly, a little giggle escaping her lips, “My parents' approval or disapproval isn’t going to change that.”

Looking up at him with that look of utter adoration that she reserved for their special moments like this, Riley slowly nodded, “Always, right?”

Ducking to kiss her one last time before turning back to the food, Farkle nodded, “Always, Babe.”

Topanga’s was in chaos as Riley and Farkle descended the stone stairs together. It was a Sunday and they had all agreed that it would make the most sense to have the family get-together in the small cafe, so Riley’s mother had closed up shop to the public and pushed all the tables together outside in the courtyard.

Maya was in a corner, chatting with Josh, as she curled her blonde hair around and around her finger. All those years and the girl was still crushing hard, Riley knew. Just that morning Maya had texted about how it was totally time for her to take a shot with Josh, considering she was moving back to New York. Riley had just sent back a thumbs-up emoji.

Auggie and Ava had been left the responsibility of keeping two-year-old Will Hunter entertained, something that did not seem to thrill Ava, as the trio played round after round of peek-a-boo. The toddler seemed to be growing impatient as well, gesturing wildly to his older half-sister, who hadn’t yet noticed his distress. Riley knew the second Maya did, however, no one would be able to get the baby boy away from her.

Shawn, Cory, and Alan were bickering over the best way to grill a steak while Katy, Topanga, and Amy watched with bemused expressions. Uncle Eric was standing among the women, eating a large donut and shaking his head. He rested a hand on his mother’s shoulder and sighed, “Men, am I right?”

At the long table, Zay and Lucas were already sitting beside each other, talking. Riley imagined the best friends had a lot to catch up on, with Zay living here with them and Lucas in vet school across the country in Texas. Smackle was beside Zay, their hands intertwined, observing the chaos with mild interest. The pair had started dating just before high school graduation, over two years ago, and had managed to maintain the romance, even with Smackle in Sweden during the school years.

Farkle’s arm around her waist tightened as they both noticed the only party still absent. Riley leaned over, whispering in his ear, “They’ll come.”

“I’m not counting on it,” He muttered back before breaking into a grin and raising his free hand in greeting, “Lucas! It’s been forever, man!”

He left her side, going over to sit with the boys and Smackle, as another presence came up behind her. Riley turned and smiled at her aunt, “Aunt Morgan, I am so glad to see you!”

The blonde laughed and pulled her niece in for a hug, “Yeah, well, I try not to pass up a chance at seeing any of my brothers make fools of themselves.” They parted and Morgan looked Riley over, “You’re looking gorgeous, girl! Thank god you take after Topanga.”

Riley laughed but the sound caught in her throat as she noticed the couple coming down the stairs behind Aunt Morgan. She brushed past her aunt, rushing to greet them, “Mr. Minkus, Mrs. Minkus, you made it!”

“Riley!” Stuart greeted, cordially.

Jennifer gave the girl a nod and blank stare before glancing around, “Where’s my son?”

The brunette flushed, forcing the smile to stay on her lips. You’ve been with Farkle for three and a half years now, you should be used to this! Do not cry, do not cry, do not cry.

“He’s over there with Lucas and-“ She pointed and Jennifer moved past her without another acknowledgment.

Stuart shifted uneasily on his feet before awkwardly patting Riley’s arm, “It smells great!”

“I’ll tell my Dad you said so,” Riley muttered as her fiancé’s father also passed her by.

Jennifer and Stuart hadn’t always disliked Riley Matthews. Before she dated their son, the Minkus’ had loved her. She was a great, honest girl for their child to be friends with. They liked how happy Farkle was whenever he came home from the Matthews’ house, babbling on and on about Maya and Ladies and most of all Riley.

But having their son be friends with a middle-class girl of average intelligence was one thing. Him dating one? Giving up the college of his dreams to move in with one? That was a whole other story.

Stuart had been devastated that Farkle hadn't wanted to follow in his shoes, but over time he’d come to realize that Riley was Farkle’s decision and Columbia in New York was a decent school, too.

Adversely, Jennifer had basically decided that Riley was like an infection, the fever would break eventually. She just had to keep her son from screwing up too bad while still under the witches spell. It was just a phase, after all.

Dear lord, the woman might just poison you once she knows you’re going to marry her precious baby boy… Riley thought darkly, faking a smile to her perplexed aunt.

“Aren’t they the boyfriend’s parents?” Morgan asked, eyebrows raised.

“That they are.” She replied, overly enthusiastic.

Her aunt frowned, “Oh.”

“My baby!” Cory exclaimed from somewhere behind them, pulling his daughter into an overbearing, crushing hug.

Riley sat straight-backed in her chair, staring off into the distance with her brow furrowed.

Down the table, Katy and Maya were both trying to convince Will that mushy green beans were so yummy and the brunette felt a little like that was what it would be like trying to sell the engagement to her fiancé’s mother.

Nervously, Riley went to twist her ring only to find her finger bare.

Her heart dropped for a moment, eyes widening before she remembered that the ring was in her pocket. Couldn’t really wear an engagement ring when no one knew about the engagement.

“So, Riley,” Stuart started across the table from her, making her jump a bit and snap to look at him, “Any plans for this summer?”

From the corner of her eye, she could see her mother and father glance over from their conversation with her grandparents. Clearing her throat and clutching Farkle’s hand under the table, Riley remained calm as she answered, “Actually, yes. I was offered a paid internship at the New York Times.”

“No way, Riley! That’s awesome!” Zay exclaimed from a few seats down.

The brunette blushed and grinned as Jennifer Bassett-Minkus spoke up from her seat beside her husband, “Fetching coffee for writers with real potential? Sounds just about right for you.”

“Mother,” Farkle snapped, protectively. His hand tightened around Riley’s and she caressed his knuckle with her thumb. He glanced over at her, meeting those warm brown eyes. I’m okay, it’s okay, they reassured him. Sighing, he relaxed.

“What about you, Sweetie? What are you doing this summer?” Jennifer asked, emphasizing because obviously, her son should and would have plans separate from his serious, live-in girlfriend.

Looking over at his mother with a blank expression, Farkle answered, “I’m taking some courses in advance.”

“Isadora was just telling me,” The other girl’s head perked up at the mention of her name, looking down the table to listen to Jennifer, “That she was thinking of studying abroad. You should consider going along. Imagine the European countryside in this season.”

“Mom, I’m not studying abroad this summer,” Farkle argued, scoffing a bit.

“Fine, next summer, maybe?” Jennifer pressed.

The young man groaned in frustration, glancing down at his and Riley’s intertwined hands before looking back up into his fiancée’s eyes. His electric blue bore into hers long enough that she raised an eyebrow. Swooping down, he kissed the back of her hand and looked back at his mother.

“Actually, we're probably going to be pretty busy next summer.”

Riley instantly caught on, biting her cheek to stop from smiling. If this was how Farkle wanted to do things, she’d be right there beside him. She kept her eyes on the man she loved more than life as her future mother-in-law scoffed, “Doing what?”

Shifting her gaze to the woman, Riley spoke up, loud and clear, with a blissful smile on her face. “Getting married.”

The whole room fell silent.

Except for baby Will, who chose that exact moment to noisily spit his green beans back out on his plate.

“I did not see that one coming!” Uncle Eric suddenly exclaimed, thumping Cory on the back. “Guess the apple really doesn’t fall far from the… whatever.”

“Eric!” Topanga snapped, raising her hand.

“Wha- Ho- Bu- Wa-“ Cory sputtered, jumping up to run to Farkle and Riley’s seats at the table, gesturing wildly. He reached them, pointing accusingly at the young man, “You!”

“Him?!” Jennifer Minkus, who had been frozen in apparent horror, jumped up as well. “What about your conniving daughter!”

“Conniving?! Our daughter is conniving?!” Topanga howled, barking a humorless laugh, “That’s rich coming from you, Monster!”

“Okay, okay! Let’s all just calm down now!” Uncle Shawn shouted, standing up.

“Shut up, Shawn!” Both mothers yelled, sending the grown man cowering back into his seat.

Farkle and Riley looked at each other, both looking apologetic for the behavior of the other’s family. Leaning forward, she pecked his nose and muttered an I love you. He scrunched up his nose but smiled, mouthing the phrase back to her.

Farkle’s mother’s next shriek of disapproval popped their little bubble, “I just don’t understand! Getting married?! At you age?! Why?!”

Topanga gasped, whirling on her daughter with teary eyes, “Oh my god, Riley, are you pregnant?”

The girl’s mouth fell open as her fiancé yelped, “No!”

He continued to shake his head, “No,”

He glanced over at the girl, “No, right?”

“No!” Riley hissed, giving him an incredulous look before turning to address the whole table, “I’m not pregnant! Farkle asked me to marry him; I said yes! That’s how it works, everyone! We’re thinking about a wedding next summer. You’re all invited,” She turned to give Stuart and Jennifer a hard look, “As long as you actually wish us well.”

There was another long silence as Riley took the ring from her pocket and dropped Farkle’s hand to slide it back into place of her finger.

Finally, after a long, long time it seemed, Stuart cleared his throat, “Well, I’d like to come.”

“Come?” Topanga scoffed, “I’m helping you plan the damn thing and your father’s paying. Obviously, we’re coming.”

“Next summer, you say?” Grandma Amy piped in, brightly.

So, as any who have read my one-shot Just Go To Sleep, Riles knows, Riley and Farkle don’t actually get married until the summer after next, but at this time they didn’t know that, haha. For those of you who haven’t read Just Go To Sleep, Riles GO READ IT!!! And Farkle and Riley hold off the wedding because (oops!) Riley is pregnant at the time they would have had it…

Current Coming Soon List:

There’s a Farkle Under Your Bed (A Riarkle Future Snapshot): Farkle and Riley have been keeping their newfound relationship under wraps... until Cory finds Farkle under Riley’s bed that is Fighting With The Freaking Sun! (A Riarkle Future Snapshot): Even people who are perfect for each other fight and fighting with Riley Matthews is a little like fighting the sun The Lucky Ones (A Riarkle Socialite AU): Farkle Minkus, the young and newly appointed Head of Minkus International, has just married middle-class, all-American Riley Matthews and she’s quite a packaged deal... Can Riley play her new role of perfect, wealthy housewife? The Electronic Configuration of Hate and Love (Part 4): THEY KISSED! What the hell happens now?

I AM STILL TAKING RIARKLE PROMPTS! Honestly, I prefer to write in this universe (the canon compliant, future one) but I will probably take your AUs and such as well! Message me!

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Still That Girl

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle (Main), Charlie x Riley (Technically, not a glamorous potrayal), Smarkle (Past, hinted)

Characters: (Main) Riley Matthews and Farkle Minkus, (Mentioned) Maya Hart, Lucas Friar, Zay Babineaux, Isadora Smackle, Cory Matthews, Topanga Lawerence-Matthews, Auggie Matthews, and Charlie Gardner.

Rating: T

Warnings: Depression, Abusive/Unhealthy/Controlling Domestic Relationship, Underaged Drinking

Prompt from lucasfriarfan: Riley messed up. Big time, and this time, even Farkle can’t quite bring himself to forgive her. He won’t stand by and watch the girl he loves burn herself away, so after graduation, he decides to leave New York to protect his own heart. Riley, not realizing quite how much she felt for the boy, is devastated. She falls even further, dating Charlie, who has become someone no one would even want to know, and cutting herself off from those who love her most.

Charlie is controlling and Riley knows it’s wrong but he’s about all she has left so she can’t just walk away, right? So her family and friends watch as she continuously gives into her boyfriend’s demands and take note of how she never smiles anymore. Well, Maya Hart has had enough. She needs Riley Matthews back and she knows just the boy for the job… But is Riley even still that girl anymore? Can she ever be her again?

Author’s Note: Again, a lot in the prompt so I just worked off of that instead of writing it all.

I’m holding a picture from seven years back. I’m smiling as the memory, it’s smiling right back at me And I see brown hair and bright eyes… A heart full of laughter with nothing to lose, That’s how I remember you…

It had been a long time since Riley had stood in her own bedroom.

Months, maybe? She’d lost track of time, honestly, and had stopped caring even before that.

Dust had collected on the desk against the wall where she’d always done her homework. The bed was made with the same bedspread she’d straighten every morning before leaving for school for four years. The curtains of the bay window were drawn, casting the whole room into a darkness that didn't quite fit all of the memories she had there.

If she closed her eyes and strained her ears, maybe she could even trick herself into believing it was a year ago. Maybe she could go back, for just a moment, and do things differently. Maybe she could be something different, someone different.

But Riley didn’t close her eyes.

She didn’t play pretend, not anymore.

Running her nervous hands down the thighs of her jeans, she took another step into the old bedroom. The empty space where her friendship ring had been for so long still felt naked and sensitive from being uncovered. A flash of something hot and angry blossomed in her chest before stomping itself out.

Charlie didn’t like the ring. Riley didn’t wear the ring.

That was how it was now.

Tucking a long lock of straightened brown hair — Charlie didn’t like her natural curls — behind her ear, Riley ran a finger over one of the photos on her bedside table. The dust collected on the pad of her skin and she took a second to clean the glass with the pillow case closest to her.

It was an old photograph. Freshman year.

Her friends were all in a line, grins on all of their faces and arms wrapped around each other. Zay and Maya were laughing together, leaning on each other as if their knees were about to give out. Lucas was on Maya’s other side, chuckling at the pair. On the farthest right, Smackle was bent over with a rare smile on her pretty face, looking down the line. Her hand was linked with Farkle’s.

Farkle, who was holding Smackle’s hand but wrapped up in the girl at his other side, as always. A younger, softer, kinder Riley Matthews. A girl with bright eyes and a glowing smiling who had a boy with adoring eyes pressing his smiling lips to her temple.

Damn, she really had been blind back then, not to notice.

Maybe if she’d noticed things would have been different.

Setting the photo back down, she sighed and moved back towards the door.

She didn’t even know why’d she’d come back home. If Charlie knew, he wouldn’t be happy. She’d just felt drawn the old bay window and soft sheets of her childhood.

It's been so long since she’d felt anything, she’d decided to follow the instinct. Why not, right?

Riley still had the key to the apartment on her ring. She knew her parents would be at work, Auggie at school. They’d never even know she’d come back. No harm done… no more harm, anyway.

Riley could live with that. She was finding over time that she could live with a lot.

Stepping out of the bedroom, Riley closed the door softly behind her. Her back pressed against the wood, something strong and heavy grounding her feet to the boards under her worn sneakers.

Looking down the hallway, she knew she should be moving. Charlie would be home soon, at her new, real home. If she was gone when that happened…

Besides, her family wouldn’t want her here anymore anyways. Not after everything she’d done and definitely not when she’d been the one to push them away.

Still…

She didn’t want to leave.

A floorboard creaked and her head shot back up, heart jumping to her throat. Breath catching in her throat, she stared wide-eyed at the person now standing at the end of the hall. It felt like forever, it felt like a fraction of a second, but finally, she found her voice.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Farkle answered, stepping closer to her with his hands tucked into his pockets.

“I liv- I used to live here. Last I checked, you didn’t even live in this state anymore, let alone have a key to my family’s apartment.” Riley retorted, one hand still tightly gripping the doorknob of her childhood bedroom.

Something deep and desperate in her soul did not want Farkle to see the her of now side-by-side with the her in that photograph on the bedside table. She didn’t want to see his face with he compared the lifelessness of her once curly hair or when he realized there was no twinkle in her eye now.

Riley might not feel much these days, but she still didn’t want to risk it.

Farkle licked his lips, glancing to the side. Riley took note that he still hadn’t looked her in the eyes. Maybe he couldn’t? Like her, maybe he was too afraid of what he’d find. What he wouldn’t find.

“Maya called me.”

Maya had had his number? For how long? Not that it mattered to Riley because it didn’t.

It couldn’t…

But still Maya wouldn’t have kept that from her, would she have?

Farkle cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable, “She said you weren’t doing too well.”

“I’m fine.” A programmed response, the response everyone expected. The one they all really wanted, right?

“Are you?” He pressed, his voice filled with a genuine concern that rocked Riley to her core.

Because, out of everyone she’d hurt and tossed aside, he was the one who should hate her the most. He should want her to suffer, he knew how much she deserved it. Yet, there he was, really just asking if she was okay.

Riley snorted, “Thank you for the concern, Farkle, really. It’s undeserved, but thanks.”

The young man sighed and ran a hand down his face, “Riley, if this is about what happened-“

“Of course it’s not about-“

“-I forgive you. It’s in the past.”

Riley stopped, looking up into his eyes and noticing he had been slowly approaching her the whole time. Now, their gazes met, all electric blue and chocolate brown.

He… forgave her?

But… how?

How could he forgive her when she couldn’t even forgive herself?

Suddenly, sickeningly, Riley was swept back to that night, over a year ago, when she’d burned him and their friendship to the ground with a smile on her face and a giggle on her lips.

Then your life took a turn, And you fell, And it hurt…

Long Island Iced Tea was all Riley Matthews would drink for the rest of her life, she swore to God. They tasted like sugar, liquor, and something delightfully sinful and she was hooked.

Laughing at the lights dancing across the ceiling, Riley moved to the music pounding through the room. She didn’t even care that some random guy was trying to grab her ass. That was high school, right? Being a teenager? Having fun?

She never had fun anymore.

Always Daddy’s Girl, Maya’s Good Influence, Lucas’ Perfect Princess, Farkle’s Sunshine.

Well, not tonight.

That Riley was gone for now and the one who’d taken her place was feeling a little drunk and a little dangerous and a lot more fun than ever before. A tongue that burned her lips pushed its way into her mouth and she let herself think it was because of raw chemistry and not because the dude had just taken his sixth shot. Damn, it felt good to not care.

“Riley! Come on, let’s just go!”

Farkle’s voice called over the music and just barely touched her brain. She knew she should push the random guy away and listen to her friend but that definitely didn’t sound as fun as staying right where she was.

“Get off her, man!” Suddenly the boy who’d been pushing her into the wall was gone and Farkle was grasping her wrist, pulling her away.

Her buzz, her precious buzz, was wearing with each step and anger flared in her chest as she yanked her arm back, “What the hell, Farkle?”

“Oh, come on, Riley! That guy doesn’t even know your name, let alone care about you!” Farkle threw his hands up.

“He doesn’t have to! That’s the point! I don’t want him to care!” Riley argued, stumbling a little as she tried to turn back towards the party.

Farkle stepped in front of her, eyebrows were drawn, “You don’t want to be with someone who cares?”

“I don’t want to be with someone I’m always having to spare.” She snapped, glaring.

Farkle rolled his eyes, “That’s a little self-centered.”

“You say that like you’re not who I’m talking about.” She whipped back, her words hitting him like a physical blow. Farkle went pale and seemed to stop breathing.

“Wh-what are you-? I don’t-“

“Everyone knows, Farkle!” Riley rolled her eyes, pushing at his shoulder. “Everyone tells me that I should just tell you it’s never gonna happen. Stop leading you on. Well, here goes.”

She rested a hand on each of his shoulders and narrowed her eyes on his wide-eyed, shocked ones. He was looking at her like someone might look at a loaded gun with the power to kill. Maybe she was that lethal.

Leveling their gazes, Riley slurred, “It’s never going to happen, Farkle. I’m never going to be the girl for you, mmkay? So let’s both just move on, hmm?”

Farkle’s lips pursed and his gaze dropped to the ground. Maybe she was so drunk she was seeing things, but it kind of looked like his eyes were watering…

He nodded frantically, wordlessly.

“So you’re gonna leave it alone now?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. “You’ll leave me alone?”

He nodded more and swallowed, looking somewhere over her shoulder. Huh, his eyes were watering. “Yeah, I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t know you-“

“Knew? Yeah, well, I do.” She dropped her hands from his shoulders, clapping them together drunkenly. “Now, I’m going back to the party. You- you should just go home.”

Again with the mindless, numb nodding.

Oh well, who cared? Not her, not tonight.

Riley skipped back off to her random waiting boy and left Farkle behind.

But your story’s not over, It’s still being told, Your sunrise is coming…

Everything had changed after that night.

Farkle couldn’t even look at her. Maya was the angriest with her she’d ever been for hurting their shared best friend. Lucas had even told her that he ‘expected more from her’.

Well, that was the problem, wasn’t it? So many damn expectations.

Charlie hadn’t expected anything, though.

Things were so easy with Charlie at the start when everyone else had stopped talking to her. He didn’t give a shit about what she did. She didn’t learn until later that he didn’t really give a shit about any of her, but at that time it had been attractive.

He was a warm body, a non-judgmental face.

After graduation, when Farkle packed his bags and ran off to Princeton, when Maya flew to Rhode Island, and Lucas to vet school in Texas, Charlie stayed right there. He wasn't much and what he was wasn’t good, but he was something.

And she was weak so she thought something might just be better than nothing.

Coming back to the hallway, now a year older, Riley looked back at her bedroom door, “You shouldn’t.”

“You’re probably right.” Farkle nodded. “But I love you. I have since the first grade and I always will. You’re Riley Matthews.”

“No, I’m not.” She shook her head, echoing his own movements from that night so long ago, “That girl is gone. I can’t be her anymore.”

“Why not? Riley, you're the one who always believed she could be anything, the princess of her middle school class, the first woman on Mars.” Slowly, hesitantly, Farkle reached out and brushed the skin of her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “I miss that girl.”

She watched the goosebumps rise and once again acknowledged the inevitability of her body’s reaction to Farkle Minkus. Odd how even after so long apart her cells still responded to his with such natural ease. She barely even noticed when Charlie touched her but Farkle set her aflame.

Maybe she'd been wrong — of course, she was wrong. Maybe she’d been in love with him back on the night of that party. Maybe she still was. Too afraid then, too afraid now… For everything that had changed, that hadn’t.

“I miss her, too.”

Her vision blurred and she felt a joint of surprise when a tear rolled down her cheek as she blinked. It's been so long since she'd felt enough to cry. Honestly, she’d begun to believe she was now just too numb to produce the tears.

“So, work your way back. Riley, you’re still that girl, the one who could change the world. Maybe you’re a little off course right now but that doesn’t mean you can never find your way back.” He said, gently.

Riley closed her eyes, relishing the words she’d imagined him saying a million times. She wanted to believe it, wanted to trust that newborn flicker in her chest, fall into his reassurance and certainty.

But it was too late for her. Too late for him. For them.

So, when Riley opened her eyes, she forced herself to step back. The distance was for the best, for his own protection. Everything she touched, she broke.

She’d already left him battered and bruised once.

She wouldn’t do it again.

Without another word, she slowly shook her head and pushed past him. Escaping the apartment, she made her way back across town to Charlie and their shithole studio with no bay window. Again, she left Farkle behind.

But that was really for the best, wasn’t it?

But you’re still that girl.

- Still That Girl, Britt Nicole

I purposely left this prompt open-ended... you get to choose your own adventure here, I guess. Maybe Riley comes back? Maybe Farkle chases her? Maybe things end happy? Or maybe they don’t... you get to choose.

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