#maya friar

[cherrylucaya]

Riley: I'm cold

Farkle: here's my jacket

Maya: I'm cold too

Lucas: what? *takes off coat and puts it on maya* I've told you a million times *takes off shirt and puts it on her as well* that you're supposed to wear extra layers *takes random guy's winter hat and puts in on her* because you get cold so easily *takes Farkle's coat off of riley* and you don't want to be getting sick now do you

[bellarkesbarchie]

Clique Six - Parenting Edition

[cherrylucaya]

Can we just take a moment to picture Lucas and Maya dating & Maya calling him honey which makes Lucas grin like an idiot

[cherrylucaya]

Lucas and Maya, casually hanging as friends

Lucas: hey Maya have u seen that movie where the guy holds the boom box out of the girl's window as like a romantic gesture

Maya: omg yeah that was so cheesy I hated it

Lucas: hahahhhahaha me too ugh who likes romance ew

Lucas, moments later texting Zay from a bathroom stall: RED ALERT RED ALERT CANCEL THE BOOMBOX RENTAL

[cherrylucaya]

Lucaya from a 9 year old's perspective

Auggie loved when Maya babysat him. She was his parents’ go to when Riley was busy, and she was like his other sister. She was a very nonchalant sitter, too, only taking a break from looking at her phone to make Auggie top ramen or just throwing a lunchable at him from the fridge. This made it so that Auggie just sat on the couch and played Pokémon on his DS. He was very into Maya being his babysitter.

And he loved it almost even more when Lucas and Zay were over to babysit. Auggie’s parents decided that Lucas + Zay = one responsible teenager. Still, they would end up feeding him kraft mac-n-cheese and corrupting him with violent shooter games.

Maya was his paid babysitter for this particular evening, since Riley was off on a movie date with Farkle, and his parents were having dinner with some friends.

And naturally, Auggie was ecstatic when Maya texted Lucas, who was her new boyfriend, to come babysit with her.

Auggie thought it was brilliant that Lucas and Maya were dating. They were his two favorites of Riley’s friends.

So having his two favorite sitters at once, it would be awesome, right?

Wrong.

The first hour was nice. Maya turned on Auggie’s favorite Cartoon Network show while he did a puzzle on the coffee table, her and Lucas talking and laughing while they cuddled on the couch.

So this went on for awhile, until Lucas and Maya got up to make dinner.

Auggie was too absorbed into his show to notice how it started, but he suddenly heard Maya’s voice getting louder.

“Lucas, you’re being paranoid. I wasn’t flirting with him, we were just talking. He’s in chem with me.” Maya rolls her eyes, calmly leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Maya, you were laughing all cute and you playfully shoved his arm. And now you respond to his snapchats? How would I not be even slightly pissed about that?” Lucas says angrily, Maya’s brows furrowing.

“Because I didn’t do anything wrong. The second he actually suggested anything, I’d turn him down. But he hasn’t. So you have no right to be angry!” Maya chuckles.

“But this is the thing Maya, it’s not just him. You’re like this with so many guys. Like Josh, you still hint to him and shit.” Lucas says frustratedly, Maya becoming less calm and more angry.

“First if all, language,” Maya starts, nodding to Auggie, “and second, no I fucking don’t. I’m friendly with him, and all of those other guys. That just translates to flirtation in your mind apparently.” Maya says, Lucas scoffing at Maya’s hypocrisy.

Auggie is young, but he’s old enough to realize that this argument is about to be something he doesn’t want to awkwardly sit through. So he gets up from the coffee table, walking to the bathroom beside the kitchen.

He hears muffled yelling, so he presses his ear against the door.

“You think those guys are just being friendly? They’re looking for one thing, sex. I mean look at you. How could they not be?” Lucas replies frustratedly, Maya scoffing.

Auggie grimaces as Lucas mentions s-e-x.

“It doesn’t matter what they’re trying at, because I won’t reciprocate it! You’re the only one who actually gets to have sex with me. I only have eyes for you, you idiot. What will it take for me to convince you of that?” Maya says, sounding legitimately hurt.

There’s a brief silence, and Auggie knows Lucas is starting to feel bad.

Auggie has known Lucas for four years, and he knows that Lucas hates seeing Maya hurt. Even when they weren’t dating, he always cared for her deeply.

“Look, Maya, when you talk like that with them they take it as flirting. Whether you’re trying to seem that way or not, it’s how they receive it.” Lucas says more calmly now.

Auggie notices how they’re almost too quiet to hear, so he grabs a cup from the sink counter and puts it between his ear and the door.

“And so what, you’re jealous of them now?” Maya says, her tone still quiet and wavering.

Auggie knows enough to know that Lucas won’t admit to that. He’s too stubborn, he has too much pride.

“Yeah, Maya. I am.”

Or not.

“I love when you act all sexy and flirty with me, and I like to think that it’s reserved for me. But when you laugh with those guys, it just makes me feel like it’s not just for me. And I want you to myself, as selfish as that is.” Lucas says, his voice hardly audible for Auggie, even through the cup.

And then there’s silence.

He put the cup back and waits a moment, assuming that they’ve made up at this point. That’s what his parents do after a fight, they kiss briefly and go back to the normally scheduled programming.

So Auggie flushes the toilet so that they’re not suspicious, leaving the bathroom and heading to the coffee table.

But as he walks to the living room, he’s stopped in his tracks with the realization that Maya and Lucas aren’t a “regularly scheduled programming” kind of couple.

He’s appalled as he sees Lucas, with Maya sat up on the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist. They’re kissing heatedly, Maya’s hands in Lucas’s hair as her legs pull him as close to her as possible.

He puts his hands under Maya’s shirt, his hands on her bare waist.

They seem almost frantic, hungry for each other as their lips connect repeatedly.

Auggie closes his mouth once he notices that it was hanging open in disgust. He suddenly sees Maya begin to play with Lucas’s belt buckle, and runs up the stairs. He’s had more than enough scarring for one day.

He runs into his room and shuts the door, falling face first onto his mattress. He grabs his pillow and holds it over his ears, blocking out Maya’s very audible gasps and moans from downstairs.

Scarred. Scarred is what he is.

[cherrylucaya]

Lucaya au based off of a headcanon I found

“Maya, I’m not that drunk. I just wanna dance..” Riley says, attempting to pull herself out of my grip.

“Riles, you took the slice of pineapple off of your cocktail and were yelling at it trying to get spongebob to come out.” I say, grabbing her shoulders and looking her in the eyes.

“Well I wanted to eat the pineapple, but I didn’t want to eat spongebob! I was trying to save his life!” Riley says practically hysterically, yelling over the club’s music.

“There’s no spongebob! I’m taking you to the bathroom, and then we’re leaving.” I say, pulling Riley to the girls bathroom.

“I can go myself.” Riley says, pulling herself out of Maya’s grip and taking off her stilettos before walking into the bathroom.

I scoff at the door that Riley slammed shut, before I lean my back against the wall. Might as well wait here.

I hear a vomiting noise coming from inside, and I sigh.

“You okay Riles?” I yell through the locked door, wondering why the hell a club would have single bathrooms.

“Yup. I feel better now. I’m ready to dance.” Riley replies, and I rest my back on the door, stopping her efforts of leaving.

“Hey!” She yells at the door not budging.

“You’re not leaving yet, boozy.”

“You’re no fun.” She huffs, a vomiting noise following.

I chuckle to myself, until my attention is drawn away from Riley’s gagging noises.

“This is my song! You can’t make me leave now.”

“Zay, you’re wasted. And you just threw up on the bartender.”

“That never happened. I literally had like one beer.” Zay says, holding up two fingers.

“Yeah, okay bud. You’re gonna go throw up your problems.” Zay’s friend says, pushing him into the men’s bathroom.

The guy leans against the door in a similar manner as me, only about a foot away.

I look at him while he’s rubbing his eyes for a moment, and blush at his looks.

He’s like six feet tall, with dirty blonde hair that’s messy in a really attractive way, a sharp jawline, and broad shoulders. When he takes hand away, I feel my stomach tie in a knot at his incredibly handsome, long lashed green eyes.

His head turns to me quickly as he notices me staring, and I advert my eyes to my high-heeled shoes.

I see him smile slightly in the corner of my eye as I look up slightly, and hear another gag coming from Riley.

“Oh, there’s the pineapple! Oh god.. I think I ate spongebob. Maya, help! I’m a murderer!” Riley says hysterically, and I hear Lucas laugh from beside me.

“I promise spongebob is okay.” I say, holding back laughter.

“Did you see him?”

“Yeah, he’s at the bar. I swear he’s fine.”

“Phew, I thought I was going to jail for murder for a sec.”

I chuckle and turn back to the guy, who’s smiling at me in a “what the fuck did I just hear” kind of way.

“Friend who likes to party a little too hard?” He chuckles.

“How did you know?” I say, pretending to be in awe.

“Lucas, they have air freshener in here!” I hear Zay yell from behind the door, until a spraying noise follows. “Ah fuck, it smells like flowery bullshit!”

I suddenly hear a vomiting noise.

“That’s how.” Lucas says, before turning to the door. “It’s okay buddy, get it out!” Lucas laughs, me laughing hysterically.

“So, Lucas, was it?” I ask between laughs, noticing how nice his smile is.

“Yeah. Maya?” He asks, and I nod.

“I’d ask to buy you a drink, but I haven’t been drinking tonight, and I assume you haven’t either. Unless you have some insane tolerance to alcohol.” Lucas says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, you’re out of luck.” I chuckle.

“Shit, now I have to just tell you that I think you’re really hot instead of getting you wasted enough to make out with me. Drat.” Lucas sighs, and I let out a laugh.

“Yeah, well maybe if you’re lucky and Riley gets under control, I won’t need to be wasted.” I smirk, and Lucas smiles slightly, his cheeks going red.

“Aw, he’s blushing. What are you, 16?” I laugh.

“22, actually. But internally, probably like 12.” Lucas says and I laugh.

“Ah. And I’m 21. It’s Riley here’s 21st birthday, so she felt it was her obligation to get completely intoxicated. Only on fruity cocktails, of course. She gags on plain tequila.” I say, and Lucas nods.

“And you’re not drinking because?”

“Designated driver.”

“Same.”

“So has tonight been fun for you? I mean, it is her birthday after all.” Lucas asks after a brief silence.

“Yeah, I guess. It could be better.” I shrug.

“How much better?” He asks with a chuckle.

I open my mouth but no words come out, and I look at Lucas for a moment before moving over and kissing him harshly.

I still hear the bass of the music pounding, matching the rush of adrenaline brought by Lucas’s lips.

He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer to him, my hands tugging on his dirty blonde hair.

He moves his hands down to my ass and moves his kisses down to my neck, pushing me against the wall.

When I kiss Lucas I feel like the rest of the world isn’t there, like it’s just me and him. Just us. The loud music is practically muted, all I can feel is his hands on my body, his lips on mine.

I pull his head away and kiss him roughly, before I see something that pulls me out of this trance.

Riley, making out with Zay in the men’s bathroom, the door wide open.

“What the fuck, Riley! How did you-” I start.

“No worries peaches, he’s friendly.” Riley says, before moving back to Zay’s lips.

“Hey, get off. We’re going back to the dorm.” Lucas says, walking in and pulling Zay off of her.

“Boo.” Riley pouts, me pulling her away too.

“Come on Lucas, you get to make out with the tiny blonde chick. I want some fun too.” Zay slurs.

“Yeah, but me and the tiny blonde chick aren’t one beer away from unconsciousness.”

I begin to walk away from Lucas, smiling at him slightly.

“Hey Maya, wait!” I hear Lucas and I turn around.

“Call me.” He says, handing me a slip of paper.

I smile and look down at the phone number, before using my Riley-free hand to pull him by his shirt into a kiss.

I break apart and wink at him as I begin to walk away, him beaming.

“Ooh, he’s hot! Not boo!” Riley squeals as I pull her away.

[cherrylucaya]

I write this whole thing and tumblr deleted it so I'm mad and I have to write it again

Lucas has never been very fond of he rain, nor the thunder. But he'd willingly driving through a thunderstorm to get to Maya Hart, the girl of his dreams. The girl who is fearless, except when it comes to thunder. Maya isn't dating Lucas, but Lucas just broke up with Riley when he realized that she was in love with Farkle. Shocker, right? Lucas, meanwhile, has been wildly in love with the fierce little blonde since the eighth grade, and finally is getting a chance with her for the first time now that they're juniors. Maya is home alone this weekend, and the thought of her alone clutching her comforter in fear of the thunder is practically torture to Lucas. So here he is in his car, speeding down Maya's road at 8 pm in a thunderstorm, pouring rain pattering down on his windshield. He pulls into Maya's driveway, turning off his car's engine. He steps out of his car and is immediately drenched, pulling up his hood and walking quickly to Maya's doorstep. He knocks on her door, and it opens after a few moments. Maya is standing there, in a hoodie and shorts, her eyes looking red and puffy from tears. There's quiet music playing in the background, for Maya has told Lucas that she believes life should have a soundtrack. She almost always has headphones on, blasting music that corresponds with her mood. Right now, there is slow piano music playing. "Lucas, what're you doing here?" She asks, her eyes widening, letting Lucas inside. "I felt bad, I know you're scared of thunder. I thought I could help you." Lucas says, taking off his raincoat and hanging it up, leaving his in jeans and one of his numerous blue v-necks. "Oh, well.. thanks." Maya says, looking to her feet for a moment. "Hey.." Lucas says sympathetically after a moment of staring into Maya's bloodshot eyes, pulling her into a hug. "Thanks for coming, Lucas." Maya says, nuzzling her head into his chest, for that's how high up she is, being only 5'0. "Hey, it was no problem. You doing okay?" Lucas asks, Maya pulling away from the hug, Lucas putting his hands on Maya's shoulders. "Yeah, I'm fine." She nods, wiping the dried tear stains on her cheeks. Maya suddenly takes Lucas's hand in hers, pulling him into the living room. She sits down on the couch, Lucas sitting beside her. "Have I ever told you why I'm afraid of thunder?" Maya asks, Lucas shaking his head. "When I was five, before my dad left, there was this huge ass thunderstorm. Kinda like this one, probably worse. I had no clue what was going on, I thought that the world was on fire. I was crying under my covers, and my dad came in. He told me that everything was gonna be okay, that as long as he was there, I was safe. That he would protect me from the storm. I believed that, and I slept fine that night. But when he left a few months later, I guess I felt like nobody was there to protect me. I guess I still feel like that, as dumb as it is." Maya chuckles, and Lucas smiles at her warmly. But then all of a sudden, there's a crash of thunder. All of the lights in the house flicker out, Maya jumping and hugging a blanket. The only light in the room is the pale moonlight flooding in the window. Lucas scoots over to Maya, putting his arm around her. "Hey, you're okay. We're fine, it's just a power outage." Lucas says calmly, Maya hugging Lucas tightly around the waist. "I'll put some candles on, okay?" Lucas says. "There's some candles I have ready on the coffee table." Maya says, letting go of Lucas and hugging her blanket. Lucas lights a match and lights three candles, placing them around the room. A warm orange light illuminates the space, lighting up Maya's beauty breathtakingly. Lucas sits back down and takes Maya's hands in his. "You're not dumb. You're many things Maya, but you're not dumb. You've never been dumb." Lucas says as he looks into her eyes. "I know. It's just people that are dumb. It's the world that's dumb." Maya chuckles, looking to her hands as she fiddles with the hem of her shirt. Lucas stands up, pulling Maya up with him. "Then how about you pretend the world doesn't exist, and dance with me." Lucas says, putting a hand on the small of her back, the other hand staying interlaced with hers. Maya giggles at the gesture, the two beginning to sway to the music. Lucas finds himself falling deeper and deeper for Maya as they dance, drowning deeply and willingly into the oceans that her blue eyes seem to hold. Lucas starts to lean forwards, Maya doing the same until their lips meet. Lucas feels bliss spread through his whole body, Mayas's kisses soft yet extremely passionate. He kisses back deeply, running his fingers through her sweet smelling hair. Kissing Maya is a blissful oblivion, and Lucas feels that asking for anything else in his lifetime would make him a greedy man, for Maya is all that he could ever need. As they break apart, Maya smiles faintly. Another crash of thunder sounds, but she doesn't even flinch. For she knows that everything is gonna be okay. For as long as Lucas is there, she's safe.

[cherrylucaya]

Lucaya child au because there aren't enough of those

I wake up yet again to the sound of my infant daughter wailing, moonlight still pouring in the window.

I sit up and rub my eyes, my blonde hair in a knotted mess on the back of my head.

I get out of bed and look at my clock as I walk by, seeing that it’s still two am.

Two am, also too early for a 17 year old like myself to be waking up. Too early for a teenager to be waking up during the summer.

I walk into the nursery and pick up the crying Amber, rocking her in my arms.

“Hey, baby. Don’t cry, momma’s here.” I coo quietly to the crying infant, the room’s only light from the moon peeking through the window.

Her crying becomes more calm, slowing to a stop as her squinted eyes become wider.

“There’s my girl.” I whisper, turning so that her face is in the moonlight.

The pale light illuminates her and her beauty, her short blonde locks, her full little lips, and her little button nose. All attributes that make her seem identical to me, but the one thing that is different, are her eyes.

Her piercing green eyes, with long eyelashes and an unexplainable warmth emitting from them.

I’ve done everything I can to forget her father, to forget the boy who doesn’t know Amber exists. The boy who moved to Texas before I knew I was pregnant.

But I can’t forget him, not when I see him every time I look into Amber’s beautiful green eyes.

The beautiful green eyes that belong to Lucas Friar.

“How’s she doing?” I hear my mother’s voice from behind me, standing in the doorway.

“She’s just falling asleep again.” I whisper, my mother standing beside me.

“She’s so beautiful.” My mother whispers, and I can practically hear her beaming.

“Yeah.” I say simply.

“I know it seems like a strange time to tell you this, since it’s so early and all, but I just found out before bed last night, and I think you should know.” My mother sighs as I gently set down Amber in her crib.

“What’s up?” I whisper.

“Lucas is moving back.”

My heart drops as these words leave her lips.

“What?” I say breathily.

“He called our house, and I picked up. He said he’s really excited to see you, that he wants to talk about your relationship.” My mother says, and I sit down.

I’ll get to see him again.

But he has no idea that I have a baby, let alone his daughter.

“When’s he gonna be here?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

I get butterflies at the thought of seeing him again, seeing those breathtaking green eyes on the person who gave them to my daughter.

He’s going to hate me if he finds out.

•

The next day around noon, I look like a mess.

I have a crying Amber on my hip, shaking different toys at her to get her to stop.

My hair is a wind-blown looking mess, and I’m still in my pajamas.

We ran out of diapers with the one that Amber is wearing now, but I have no time to go out to get them, so I ordered them from the market. They better get here soon, because Amber doesn’t seem to have much longer until she spoils the one she has on.

“Come on baby, what do you want? You want your monkey?” I say, picking up and shaking her stuffed monkey.

Amber hits it out of my hands and continues to wail.

“I don’t understand. I fed you, I changed you, I gave you a bottle, you don’t have gas, what do you want?” I whine, feeling like the world’s greatest mom.

She continues to cry, and the doorbell rings.

“This better be the diapers.” I mutter to myself, opening the door while bouncing Amber on my hip.

I see the box of diapers in someone’s hands at the door, and I grab them.

“Yeah thanks.” I say, looking at the box.

“Maya.” Lucas laughs, stopping me from slamming the door.

I look up at him and my heart skips a beat, his green eyes piercing my soul.

“Lucas.” I say breathily, seeing that he’s gotten even more handsome, and even taller.

“Who’s baby is this? She’s adorable.” Lucas smiles.

“Uh.. mine, actually.” I laugh, and Lucas’s face goes straight.

“Oh, wow. Well, she’s beautiful. Looks so much like you.” Lucas chuckles, and I’m glad that he didn’t ask any more questions.

“Could I hold her? I’m pretty good with babies.” Lucas smiles at the crying Amber, and I chuckle.

“Sure.” I shrug, handing her to him.

“What’s her name?” Lucas asks, bouncing her in his arms.

“Amber.”

“Hi Amber, how’s it going?” He coos, smiling at her kindly.

She looks at Lucas and suddenly quiets down, grabbing at his face.

“There you are, pretty girl.” He smiles at her, and I feel an intense warmth.

“Ah, that’s my hair.” Lucas laughs as Amber giggles and tugs his dirty blonde hair.

“She loves you.” I laugh, Amber releasing her grip and looking at Lucas.

He smiles down at her warmly, and then our eyes meet.

He looks at me, that sort of twinkle in his eyes, and I feel my stomach fill with butterflies.

“She’s beautiful. Really. If you ever need a babysitter, just call me.” Lucas says, handing her back to me.

I nod at Lucas, and he heads to the door.

“Oh, did you want to talk about something? My mom said you did.” I say as Lucas walks to the door.

“Nah, it can wait. You seem busy.” Lucas smiles.

•

Two weeks later, Lucas has been visiting a lot. He’s the designated baby sitter, as awkward as it seems.

Amber loves him, and stops crying the second she’s put in his arms.

He’s growing more attached to her as well, and loves visiting her.

Not only has Lucas spent time with Amber, but me too.

We’ve been to the movies a few times when my mom was watching Amber, but it’s bittersweet. I’ve had to back away from Lucas trying to kiss me twice now.

It’s been torture, seeing his face after I back away. I want nothing more than to be with him, but he wouldn’t want to get involved. He has such a bright future, imagine the toll that a daughter would have on him.

I sit in the living room, playing with a calm Amber.

I suddenly hear a knock on the door, so I get up to open it.

“Coming.” I say as I open it to see Lucas.

“Hey, what’s up?” I smile at him, the two of us walking in.

“I have to ask you something.” He says, and I feel my stomach drop.

“Okay, shoot.”

“This might sound crazy, but I just have to make sure… is Amber, like, my daughter?” Lucas asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“Because I just realized that she’s six months old, and it’s been like a year and a half since we.. you know. And I don’t know, I just feel this connection with her, I can’t explain it. She’s perfect, and it probably sounds crazy, I just have this feeling-”

“She is. She’s yours.” I say, Lucas’s face going blank.

“She’s mine?”

“Yes.”

There’s a brief silence where Lucas looks between me and Amber.

He walks to her and picks her up, an adorable giggle coming from her as she looks at him.

“Hey, baby.” He smiles, and I see tears form in his eyes.

“She’s really my daughter?” He looks to me, tears still in his eyes.

I nod, feeling myself start to cry.

He kisses her forehead, running his thumb along her cheek.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, turning to me.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a shitty thing to do, I just thought that a daughter isn’t what you need right now, you know? You’re doing so well in school, I didn’t want to hold you back.. I know it’s wrong, and I’m sorry.” I start to ramble, and Lucas puts down Amber.

“Maya, you were always more important to me than anything else. Moving to Texas killed me, and that’s all I wanted to tell you. But I saw that you had Amber, I thought you had other things to worry about.” Lucas says, walking to me and putting his hands on either side of my face. “I love you, Maya Hart, and I always have. I want to be with you, and I want to raise Amber with you. It’s all I could ever want.” He smiles, and I stand on my tip toes and kiss him. The warmth I feel when I see him spreads through my entire body, his hands in my blonde hair.

“I love you too.” I smile, hugging him tightly, knowing that I won’t let him go again.

I’ll never let him go.