#rileyxfarkle

[mombiedearest]

I’m still so mad that they cancelled gmw before riarkle & lucaya were able to thrive... the disappointment

[bowrrito-blog]

farkle: why don't you have a boyfriend?

riley: i have strict parents. why don't you have a girlfriend?

farkle: you have strict parents

[girlmeetsworlddrabbles]

Hurricane

This is random and started as something that wasn’t GMW. I think I got all of it switched, but if I missed something I apologize. 

Summary: AU where the clique six weren’t the clique six. Lucas wasn't the best friend. He and Riley never dated, but he and Maya have something back in high school. What happens when they meet up at a wedding years later?

You hit me category five With your smile Blew me away And girl, it ain't but midnight You done killed the lights Bent my heart back to your bedside

She wasn't sure why she decided to come to that dastardly get together. Her best friend had all but begged her to make an appearance at the party the was being held after her rehearsal dinner. As maid of honor—it would look bad if she didn't show up to everything that involved the wedding. It didn't matter she needed to be up at the crack of the dawn to get Riley ready for her wedding. So there she sat, at the hotel bar chewing on the stirrer that came with her fruity drink that she couldn't remember the name of. It wasn't from having one too many, but all of the names blended together. It had peaches and strawberries in it and it didn't burn her throat as it went down and that was all that mattered to her.

“Do you want another one?” The bartender asked who looked creepily like her math teacher senior year even down to the kind smile that exuded his unshaven face.

She gave a polite smile—the same she reserved for her student’s parents. “Just a water please.”

She hears a throat clearing and she turns to see two boys from high school standing in front of her.

Curse her best friend for marrying her high school crush. They had ran into each other when he came in with a bad burn he had gained during a lab practical. Riley was the nurse on duty and by the end of the visit, he was asking her out for coffee.

“Maya, right?”

She squinted her eyes, reminding herself to be kind to Billy. It didn't matter that they had had classes together since first grade when he moved to their town. It didn't matter she was his tutor for a year their junior year of high school.

He was annoying then and it seemed like he was going to be annoying now. He was using the classic, I think I know your name and you are going to feel great when I remembered correctly. But they both knew he remembered her name just as well as she knew his. 

“Mhmm” She settled with the nicest thing she could think of. She wasn't the same girl as she was in high school.

High school Maya was crass and rude. She was angry and spent more time glaring than grinning. She had a reputation she wasn't proud of and if she was going to have to spend this whole weekend with Abigail Adams High Alumni, she wasn't going to be that hateful girl.

“What are you doing sitting by yourself?”

At this point, Maya had completely ignored the body standing next to Billy. She wasn't ready to look at him and see how much better looking he had gotten since graduation. She kept her eyes trained on the annoying tool talking to her.

She continued to chew the stirrer which had flattened considerably since she began—but hey it calmed her and stopped her from biting her nails and picking at her intricate hair style. Riley had put way too much time in the intricate crown braid and making Maya’s thick blonde hair into a messy bun with curls falling out of it and framing her face “perfectly” as Riley gushed. 

She shrugged hating how incredibly awkward she could be. “I don't like crowds.”

“Billy, just get your drink and leave Maya alone.”

She looks at him then. His voice too much like home for her not to. His voice pulls her in like she is wrapped around cord that turns to wherever he is. His hair is shorter than it was in high school. No longer so long that he keeps it in a messy bun most days, but buzzed on the sides and longer on top—long enough for him to still run his hands through it to keep it standing up.

He is in a suit that looked like it is tailored to fit him and the charcoal eyes makes his green eyes pierce her once she finally looks into them.

“You know Maya?” Leave it to Billy to start the conversation acting like he had no idea who she was and ending it as though they are old friends.

Billy wasn't a mean guy, he never was. Just perpetually stuck in high school and thinking who you were then meant who you were now. 

She has lost all focus of Billy. Too stuck staring at Lucas—their history flashing through each others eyes. Both thinking of how to answer that question.

With the truth?That it started with just staring at each other—though neither knew why that every time the other entered a class, they couldn't stop staring.

They ended up purposely sitting in spots they could make eye contact—once again, you wouldn't get them to admit it. Then, when we they passed each other in the hallway, they found each other getting closer and closer to the middle of the hallway—the outskirts of who they were walking with—for the chance they might just graze each other. 

His eyes searched hers as he thought of the times he refused to follow after her when she was upset with him because he said something hurtful.  Neither willing to have a relationship, but not being able to get enough of each other. He would corner her in a bathroom, she would find him in the locker room. They would get so close, close to being more than just a few kisses before inevitably one would walk away.

Admit when he got a girlfriend, neither stopped following after each other, though neither broke the cheating code of pulling each other in like they both so badly wanted to do.

Own up to the fact that months of toeing around each other ended with a night of debauchery after junior prom. Where he pulled her into his hotel room and she didn't stop him. But that would mean they would have to admit that she left before he woke up and he was back with his girlfriend a week later.

The class jock and the rebellious artist didn't make sense. They both knew that and so they never spoke about it. The following year, when of course they had four classes together, they sat as far away as possible and she never looked at him. Not until she had nowhere else to look their senior prom and once again—maybe it was the heightened adrenaline or being dressed up for dance—or maybe it gave them excuse to be near each other one more time before they graduated— he was pushing her against a wall and ruining her make up.

She told herself to stop and leave because it was going to just end with her hurt, but she was the opening her room that Riley’s parents had gotten incase they got too drunk and one Riley had no intention using (she had her own date’s room), and the next morning, she kicked him out and blamed it on the alcohol— alcohol that neither had drank.

“Just had a few classes together.” She can't look away from him. Years of forcing herself to not think about him, to not miss him,  crumbles at the sight of him standing there— so close it was almost painful.

“Hmm, so what are you up to tonight?” Billy grinned and Maya sighs finally bringing her attention back to the other man there.

“I’m going to bed.” Billy is about to open his mouth and she almost can hear his crude pick up line, “No I don't need help.”

She  pulls a twenty out of her sparkly clutch and slides it to the bartender who takes it graciously knowing her five dollar drink didn't warrant a fifteen dollar tip, but he wasn't about to question it. She gives him a kind smile and pulls herself off the stool gracefully.

Her pale pink dress falls heavily around her, swishing as the lace falls into place. Her pink suede Mary Jane's click onto the tile and Maya pats her backside to rid of any wrinkles. She feels the fan induced chilly air hit her backside and she curses her past self for wearing the open back scalloped dress because though it kept her from overheating while they ran through the wedding at the church that had no air on, in the hotel bar it chilled her a little too much.

She could easily walk around them—pushing through Billy and making her way up to the room, but her feet have other ideas. She is stepping passed Lucas and she stops breathing when his hand inconspicuously caresses her forearm. He doesn't grip her thin wrist, but it was as though he just needed some reason to feel her. She closes her eyes until she is out of reach and she feels like she can finally breathe again. 

She leaves the bar, clicks her way through the lobby and into the elevator. Once the doors close, she lets out a heavy breath and reaches for the bar to hold her upright. Well that was unexpected to say the least.

She should have figured he’d be here. Farkle and Lucas were friends in high school, not as close as Farkle was to Zay, but close enough to be on the guest list. It wouldn't be like Riley would have asked for her permission since no one knew of the escapades that happened through out her last years of high school. She's nearing her hotel room, so close for the night being over and when she is right at door, she drops her keycard and the elevator bell dings.  She is begging God for it not to be Lucas getting off that elevator, but he must have sick sense of humor because once she stands back at up, she chances a glance at the open doors to find him stepping off.

Of course their rooms are the same floor. 

She looks up at the ceiling. “You are not nice.” She whispers and she wouldn't be surprised if God and her grandmother are sitting together laughing at her misfortune.

He has stopped from his end of the hall, shocked to see her, and she could easily slip into the room, but they have both seen each other at this point, and it would lead to bigger issues if she coward her way out of this.

So she steps near him as he inches closer. 

“I’m sorry about Billy.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure he won’t remember in the morning.” 

He smiles at her and all those times Riley said Farkle made her weak in the knees makes sense because she is pretty sure she just wobbled. She is twenty two for God Sakes. She shouldn't be this affected by a boy from when she was seventeen.

He stops in front of her, but not too close. Actually the space between is that awkward not close enough, but not too far. He can’t see her goosebumps and she can’t reach for him,  but close enough she can smell his cologne. 

Her heart is racing, pounding at an alarming rate and she feels with each breath she is gaining less and less air. 

“It’s been a while.”

It is so painfully awkward that she feels like her anxiety is clawing to come out, but she punches it away. “Five years.”

“What are you up to?”

She crinkles her nose at the question, finding the whole moment so odd and surreal: “I’m a Kindergarten teacher.”

He smiles such a proud smile that she almost preens. “That makes sense.”

“Yeah? Everyone else just looks on in confusion when I tell them.”

He steps closer now and she almost steps back, but she tells herself she is strong and so she stays firmly planted in her spot. 

“We aren't the people we were in high school.” She knows he is talking about the fact people base their confused looks of intimidating Maya on being a Kindergarten teacher. She knows it has nothing to do with them—the decisions they made that led them to once again standing in a hotel hallway.

“What do you do?” She asks trying her hardest not breathe him in.

“I actually am a veterinarian.”

She grins because she has to. There is no other option after hearing he was doing something he loved. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He smiles because he can’t help it. She is smiling at him and it is just as beautiful as it was before.

But then it is over because she can’t stand being so close to him even though it is irrational (because it is so irrational) and they both have taken turns in breaking the other down.

“I should probably be getting to bed.” She looks over her shoulder at the door to her room.

He nods stepping back from her and she has the mental image of reaching out to him. “Of course. Long day tomorrow.”

She nods and they stare for a few moments longer wondering if the other had anything else to say or do. 

But neither say a word and she nods and steps to turn. She makes it two steps before he calls her and her name flows out of his mouth so easily that she feels like her insides might burst.

She turns to him. “You bringing anyone tomorrow?”

She is so floored by the question that she doesn't even have time to think about the weight of what he was asking. “No. You?”

“No.”

She nods and sighs a heavy oh before believing the conversation is over. She once again inches towards the door and before she can even comprehend it—his hand is wrapping around her arm once again, but this time gripping tightly and pulling her around into him.

Their lips find each other with ease and she stumbles only slightly into him—his right arm wrapping around her waist to steady her, his left tangling into her hair and effectively ruining her updo.

It felt just like it did before. Overwhelming and heart wrenching and the feeling of falling through the air. Him kissing her was like she had never been touched before and he is holding so tightly as though he is afraid at any moment, she would disappear just like she always seems to.

Her back finds a wall and she pulls at his shirt trying anyway she possibly can to pull him closer. His tongue battling with her and his hands holding her face tightly.He pulls away and she whimpers at the loss, opening her eyes to him staring down at her. Even in four inch heels, he towers over her.

“It is irrational to have missed you so much.” She whispers out of breath and he nods, trying to catch his and planting his hands on either side of her head. “It shouldn't still feel like this to be near you.” She continues and again—he nods.

“You hurt me so much last time.” It pains him to hear it and he closes his eyes to not see her broken features. It pained him to think of the stupid things he did when he was a teenager. His adult self cursed his teenage self for walking away from her all those times. For allowing her to kick him out the morning after prom. “And I hurt you.”

“We aren’t the same people we were in high school.” He whispers and it is her time to nod. 

Her body was battling with itself. She shouldn't rush into this. All of these feelings could subside by morning and then she is left feeling broken just like she did last time. 

But she had gotten through it before—and now they were adults. And the way he was acting and the things he was saying and the way his heart was racing just as fast as hers had her heart begging her brain to not walk away from him again.

“I won’t leave this time.” She finally says, looking into his dark eyes.

“I won’t let you.” He responded pulling her back up to meet his lips and she sighs against him.

It doesn't take long for her to be pulled down the hall and into his room. For him to shed her dress and her to throw his tie across the room. For her to hold tight as he picks her up and settle her gently on the bed. It isn't fast like it was back then when both were too afraid the other was going to realize how ridiculous it all was.

Instead, he takes his time kissing up and down her body. He slowly brings her to the edge with his tongue and fingers before she is clawing at him to bring his face back into contact hers. He enters her at such a lingering pace that she has to slam her eyes shut before he is whispering at her to look at him.

“I missed you.” He whispers and he stares into her eyes and she feels like she could spontaneously combust on the spot. She tries to respond but her body has other thoughts in mind as it pushes her over and she breathily and quietly cries out his name, he not far behind her.

And for the first time, they don't rush to pull away from each other or push the other away. Instead he watches her for moments and moments and when he finally rolls off her, he pulls her into his side and she wraps her arms around his middle.

They fall asleep that way and when they wake up in the morning, he grins at her still sleeping form and rouses her awake once again.

She doesn't blame what they did on anything other than the feelings she somehow still felt for him. She tells him to save her a dance and he doesn’t hesitate to agree.    

[webbythyme]

Another glorious moment from my brother:

My nineteen year old brother getting mad about Girl Meets World and then subsequently acting like it doesn't bother him is one of the funniest things.

Case in point:

Farkle talking about how he would step out of the way if Smackle liked Lucas.

Caleb goes “Not important, but it could mean he is talking about Riley. And if that is the case--Step to the side Mr. Friar.

But again, I don't care. I just watch it to make fun of it.”

[stillbejewelled]

Hi guys, so I have a youtube channel and I mostly just post Riarkle videos but I’ve done a couple Lucaya videos and a Rilaya one too. This is one of my favourites that I’ve uploaded :) 

[lucayahopehart-blog]

For some reason this video has been getting views real fast idk why but if u love sad riarkle edits THIS IS THE ONE FOR YOU!!

[graycetm]

Riarkle Headcanon

Farkle explains the whole 'Riley loves Pluto so much and would kiss it on the face and I really love her and want her happy so please...' conversation to his father and they somehow pay NASA to put up news footage that Pluto will be a planet again and the news airs on Riley's birthday

[nonewurls]

I just noticed something

When Riley said "Like 'em" or "Love 'em" about the shoes. All the shoes Riley said that she likes were orange. They were orange. Orange. Orange turtlenecks. Orange turtlenecks? FARKLE.