riley the stuff i do for you

Planned Parenthood is fucking amazing, y’all. I haven’t been there yet…but just talking to their HRT line on the phone…

They used my respected name right off the bat. Called me Riley all the way through. Used he/him pronouns. Didn’t slip up once. Asked me and “What’s your legal name? I’m sorry I have to ask that.”

Then asked me “Now is it okay if I send things with Riley Roswell to your home?” not wanting to out me accidentally and then “Is it okay if I send stuff with planned parenthood labels on them or do you want me to be discreet about it?” knowing there are people who could get in trouble with family or partners or others for going there.








anonymous asked:

you know one of my favorite things of Life is strange is the soundtrack, i love that kind of music! can you recommend me a playlist or a fanmix please? btw your art is fantastic!

I love that kind of music too, anon. ^^ There are some great LiS inspired musicians like Koethe and Riley Hawke, if you haven’t heard their stuff before. (Also Max’s voice actress Hannah Telle released an album last year!)

Might not be exactly what you’re looking for, but I do keep a list of songs I’ve listened to to whilst drawing LiS fanart.. because everything I draw ends up with one specific song I’ve overplayed whilst working on it. So here’s a weird little playlist of those (b-but if anyone else has proper mix recs..?)

Message to Bears - You are a memory
Fink - Too Late
Wolf Larsen - If I Be Wrong
Julien Baker - Go Home
Sleeping at Last - Saturn
Lucius - Two of Us On The Run
Connor Youngblood - The Birds of Finland
Vancouver Sleep Clinic - Someone to Stay
The Irrepressibles - In This Shirt
Lights & Motion - As The World Goes Away
Blackbear - idfc
The National - Without Permission
Cigarettes After Sex - Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby
Nothing But Thieves - If I Get High 
Arcade Fire - Dimensions
José González - Stay Alive
Angus & Julia Stone - Wherever You Are 
The Antlers - Putting the Dog to Sleep 
Hammock - Tornado Warning
Emmy The Great- Where is My Mind
SOKO - We Might Be Dead By Tomorrow

Reggie Mantle x Reader PART TWO: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

I cant believe people actually liked this, I honestly thought nobody would like it, but I got 84 notes as of now. I really want to thank you guys for liking it and rebloging it. I am currently writing part three so hopefully, you guys like where this is going.

Words: 1585

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Summary: Dinner b/w The Mantles and (Y/L/N) with a bit of a twist at the end. 

Spoilers: Cute, fluff flashback b/w Reggie and the Reader.

A/N: I had fun writing this so hopefully you guys like it! 

Part One

You arrived home practically speeding home, since for business dinners, your father wants everything at its best. But before arriving you stopped by the flower shop to get tulips for Reggie’s sister Riley (I made this character up) and Pink Roses for his mom Vicky (this is his moms name in the comics). Hoping these were still there favorite type of flowers.

Mom! Dad! I’m home!” You shouted opening the door to your home.

“(Y/N) you’re a bit late, now go on and start getting ready” your father answers you.

“Sorry dad, I stopped at the flower shop as quickly as I could to get flowers for Riley and Mrs. Mantle.” You spoke up and your mother gives you a smile

“Well that’s sweet, now go on take a shower and start getting ready, do you want to give them like that or should I find a vase for them?” your mother asks

“No just like this, I think, you don’t want my help getting the stuff ready?” You question them.

“No honey” your parents answer in sync

“Okay” You nodded and went up the stairs to start getting ready. Wondering why they were acting strange about you looking nice since they usually didn’t care as long as you tried.

You turned on your music and got in the shower, then If we were a Movie by Hannah Montana started playing on shuffle, and you couldn’t help but smile and start singing along to the song that brought a great memory to you.


If we were a movie
You’d be the right guy
And I’d be the best friend
That you’d fall in love with in the end

You and Reggie were watching TV at his house, both 9 years old. You persuaded him to let you watch Hannah Montana with him. His parents were away with Riley at the clinic.  He would pretend he wasn’t enjoying it, but you’d catch him smiling every now and then. You sang along to those lyrics dancing around the living room.

Wish I could tell you there’s a kiss
Like something more than in my mind
I see it could be amazing

Then Reggie got up from the couch and started to walk away, when you grabbed him and made him dance with you. He squirmed to get away, but defeated he did what he knew would get him off your grip. He pretended to start slow dancing with you, so his hands reached your waist and he started to tickle you. You ended up on the floor laughing/screaming “Please! Reg! Stop! Its hurts!”  until you ran out breath to speak. He removed himself and brought water for your dry mouth.

That day was great for you because you and Reggie were growing up and your little group was growing and sometimes you just wanted to spend time with him. You were both about to turn 10 and your parents promised to take you two camping.

Turning off the shower, you grabbed your towel and started to get ready for the dinner. You dried off your hair so you could curl it. A smile plastered on your face to the memory that was now flooding your brain. You could not get yourself to think about anything else, and thought nothing about the fact you could not get Reggie of your mind, you simply pushed that away by lying to yourself that maybe it was better this way since you would have to deal with him and his parents.

You ignored the fact that the memory made you think so much about the old Reggie, Oh the old Reggie was so charming, caring, and you were the only girl in his universe until his sister showed up in your lives when you both were 7 and throughout the years you started drifting apart, not because of her, but the fact that growing up meant changing and you both were no longer into the same things anymore.

It was now 6:50pm as you applied red chapstick, since you weren’t a big fan of makeup, you kept it simple with a bit of black eyeliner to match your dress as well since that’s all you could do.

Your heart sunk the moment you realized you had no dressy shoes, mentally preparing yourself for your mothers’ wrath. You recently bought new converse, and you decided to pair them with “fancy” looking black socks.

It was now 7:00pm when you heard the doorbell ring. And you heard you parents call you, so you made your way out of your room and down the stairs.

You couldn’t help, but smile at Reggie.

He looked amazing in that maroon blazer, white shirt, and black pants. You were glancing at him until your mom took you out of your trance.

“Well well” your mother spoke up “look how handsome you have turned out” She directed a smile at Reggie

You were reaching the last steps and you felt Reggie’s eyes on you.

Man, she looks so beautiful Reggie thought

“(Y/N) you look amazing” was what came out of his mouth as he reached his hand towards you, and you grabbed it and finally made to the last step.

“Um, these are for you (Y/F/Flowers), hopefully they’re still your favorite” you nodded at him as you took the flowers in your hands and you were both staring at each other until Riley broke it by hugging you.

“I missed you sooo much (Y/N)!” The brown haired girl with a huge smile on her face spoke.

“I missed you so much too! Look I got you flowers too” you grabbed her hand leading her to the kitchen island where her and Mrs. Mantle’s bouquets resided. Your dad led the family to the dining room.

“I got you flowers too Mrs. Mantle” you declared when you walked in the dining room with Riley and she took the seat across yours.

“Oh that’s so sweet, but please hold them for now” you nodded “And please call me Vicky” she added on and you smiled placing her bouquet on a small table in the dining room.

As you were about to take your seat, Reggie got up grabbed your chair, so you could sit in it and pushed you in, and took the seat next to you and you both couldn’t help but smile at each other. The parents were on their own side of the table as our mothers brought in the food.

“So what business are you guys doing together?” you spoke looking directly at your father and Mr. Mantle after a few minutes.

“I am going to start a practice at the hospital” your father spoke up taking a drink of his merlot.

“I am going to pitch in some money, to help your father out start the practice” Mr. Mantle added on.

There was a bit of shift in the mood of the dinner now and you somewhat regretted that you asked.

“This Garlic, Basil Chicken is great Mrs. (Y/L/N) the tomato butter sauce really makes it pop” Reggie spoke up to get rid of the awkward silence that you started and you smiled at him and he returned it.

“Why, thank you so much Reggie” your mother spoke up while your father and Reggie’s father glanced at each other.

You and Reggie started to talk, as your parents held up their own conversation and Riley was playing games on her tablet with headphones plugged into her ears you would turn to see the 10 year old, so into her little world.

“Well” Mr. Mantle spoke up “I hope you can keep your end of the bargain” and the dining room went silent, so silent you could even hear the crickets outside chirping.

“(Y/N) do you like Reggie?” Mrs. Mantle broke the silence and you choked on the water you were drinking.

“I really hope you do because your parents and I would love for you guys to date, right?” She kept going and you were so confused as to what was going on and all the parents smiled.

You looked at Reggie who was staring down at his plate with a somber look on his face.

“Um, what is going on?” You finally spoke up and Mr. Mantle and your dad handed you a small stack of papers.

“This is a contract your father has signed in our partnership in the practice, in return I would like for you to date Reggie, during any events we have since he is not popular for his attitude and with you we could have an advantage to these fundraising events” Mr. Mantle spoke up “See honey you are sweetheart, compared to Reggie” he added on.

“You would make it look like he was changing his ways” Your father spoke up and your mother and Mrs. Mantle were just smiling.

You were speechless, you couldn’t get a word out, you could not believe your ears as to how Reggie’s parents were talking about him or your parents who didn’t seem to care about you to agree to such a thing in exchange for money. Instead your body took over and you stood up from your chair and walked out.

Reggie’s POV:

I couldn’t believe the way my parents did that, we had agreed that I would ask her out like a normal teenager. We were 16, and throughout the days I made it my mission to start changing, I know she noticed; but now that plan was out and I had to go out and look for her.

Tags: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz 

Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

What’s With the Beard?

BUCKY BARNES x Plus Size Reader

A slice of life with bearded Bucky based on these two looks. 

Content: Fluff, very slight sexual mention

You haven’t seen Bucky in a week when he suddenly knocks on your door at four in the morning. You let him in, of course, because he is your boyfriend and you haven’t been able to spend time with him due to conflicting schedules. You’ve been talking, of course, but you missed having him around. So, when he takes your hand and practically drags you to your bedroom and immediately cuddles into you to fall asleep, you’re not paying much mind to the new look. But when you wake up… Wow.

Bucky’s had his hair cut since you two started dating a few months before, and he’s kept it short since then. He hasn’t been cleanshaven by any means (you’re honestly sure you’ve never seen his bare chin), but he’s never had this much facial hair before. Until right now, when his cheek is pressed against your chest and you can feel the scratch of the hair lightly through your thin t-shirt. You had woken up groggily around noon, with your eyes refusing to open all the way and chapped lips, and the first thing you had done was look down to the man clinging to your body. 

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Riley: Ever since the day after Cultural Day, when you found out you might have a new ancestry, I started reading about it. Because I love you. And I would always want to know who you are. Merry Christmas, Farkle. Happy Hannekuh. Happy everything.

Smackle: Ever since I’ve known you, you’ve never stopped trying to put yourself back together. I wanted to get you something to let you know that you’ve done a great job, and it’s okay to work on something else.

Zay: “A young lady speaks in a gentle tone and never raises her voice.” Your voice is my favorite thing about you—that’s why i crossed all these things out. That’s why I changed them to the funny things you do that I like. Because I know you’re working on stuff. But I never want you to forget who you are. What makes you wonderful.

Auggie: You gave Maya back to her family. Even though it was hard for you, and you wanted to keep her for yourself. You gave her the gift that would make her truly happy. I don’t have to [tell her]. She already knows.


unresolved questions about gmw

i was going through some stuff i had on my computer and found a bunch of theories, spoilers and predictions i wrote down last year before and during season 3 of girl meets world. 

some things i found still didn’t make complete sense and if you can answer any of these questions, please do.

  • In the #WorldMeetsGirl Twitter Q&A (from July 2nd 2016 I believe), MJ said that someone in the group (other than Riley) has a sibling. Correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t remember anyone else in the group having a sibling in season 3.
  • Not a question but they said the seniors would be in more episodes and they weren’t. They could have had some good conversations in GM Goodbye in my opinion. 
  • The whole ‘two couples happen and a third couple happens because of the two couples’ thing still doesn’t make much sense. We know that Rucas became official in Ski Lodge Part 2 but what about the other two couples? Even though Joshaya never officially got together you could count them as one because of the whole ‘long game’ thing, but what was the last couple? Some people are saying it was Zaya but they were never a couple. As much as I want Zaya to be real, from my understanding it was two friends being there for each other because they didn’t want to feel left out when their best friends went on dates. Someone please give me the answer to this one.
  • What was the clue that MJ was going on about for ages that started in the pilot and then continued in GM Yearbook (I think that’s what episode he said but I’m not completely sure) and then continues in GM New Year. What was this clue that was supposed to reveal the endgame of the show? I think it could be to do with just Riley and Maya’s friendship being the main theme of the show but many people have been saying this is to do with ships and I’m not sure.
  • What would have happened in GM the New Year if Uriah hadn’t been in that accident and Josh wasn’t written out of it? I don’t think any of you guys have the answer to that but it’s something I really want to know being a Joshaya shipper myself.
  • Literally 99% of the triangle didn’t make sense to me (mainly just because I’m a biased Lucaya shipper but whatever) but the whole thing of Maya’s identity crisis needs many questions answered. If Maya became Riley in GM Yearbook, does that mean at the campfire Maya was not being herself, but being Riley?
  • And what about the whole storyline about Maya making the discovery while being Riley that Rucas were more like brother and sister? What happened to that? I know in Texas 3 we see that Riley like-likes Lucas but that doesn’t make sense then. Why would Maya have found out that Riley and Lucas were like brother and sister in that episode if it was not true?
  • Just about the show in general, all the times someone posted on tumblr about theories and foreshadowing and all that stuff, were those things coincidences or did the writers purposely make sure all these things were that way?

I have so many more questions about GMW that I still want answers to but those are just some of them. Again, if you have answers, please do tell me. I know it’s been like half a year since the show ended but I still and probably will always love this show. 


Hey guys, this is my first venture into any sort of fan fic. I’m not a writer by any means (just the research papers I’ve been writing for the past eight years of my life, which is a bit different than fiction lol), so don’t judge too harshly. Also, I just kinda wrote it out in one sitting so there’s that too. Anyway, the fic takes place fall of their sophomore year (so when S4 would’ve hypothetically taken place) and is sort of like a GM Semi Formal high school edition. Probably going to be 3 or 4 chapters, nothing crazy. Okay, here ya go :) Here’s chapter 1

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Canada-Australia. *Shawn Mendes*

You were sitting on the couch beside Shawn. The reporter was enthusiastically introducing the football game.


Shawn was emptying a bowl of crisps while you were casually throwing popcorn in your mouth.

“If we win, you’ll cook dinner for me tomorrow.”

“If we win, you’ll bake me blueberry muffins tomorrow.”

He was drop-dead serious and so were you. “Deal.”

You shook hands and looked back at the television. Shawn was wearing a Canadian football jersey whereas you were wearing the Australian one. Red and white versus green and yellow.

You had drawn a red and white line on his cheeks and drawn a yellow and green heart on yours.

“We’re so going to beat you,” you added, repeatedly poking his side to annoy him a little.

He rolled his eyes and took your hand in his. He put it on his thigh, his hand on top of yours, and looked at you.

“Oh, please. It’s Canada we’re talking about. We’re going to crush those Aussies.”

A loud gasp left your mouth as you drew your hand away from his thigh. You felt offended.

“This is on, Mendes.”

A small smirk crawled onto his face and this time you rolled your eyes.

“Do you know that we once beat American Samoa? 31-0.”

Shawn chuckled softly before shaking his head at you. “How the hell do you even know that? Besides, does that really exist? American Samoa?”

“Of course it exists and I know that because I obviously am the biggest fan ever.”

He smiled softly and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “True, I bet you’re also Riley McGree’s biggest fan?”


“A no-of-course-not,-you’re-the-only-one-I-like-to-watch-when-running-around-on-a-field,-being-all-sweaty-and-that-kind-of-stuff would have been nice.”

You chuckle at how annoyed he looks and peck his cheek. You ignore the now slightly blurred red and white lines and lean your head on his shoulder. “I love you, you know that right?”

The annoyed facial expression changes into a happy one and he steals some popcorn, being satisfied with what you just said.

“I love you too, baby. Now, let’s focus on the game. Oh, and you better start making those muffins already.”

  • Lucas: Where is Maya?
  • Farkle: Doing stuff...
  • Lucas: And Riley?
  • Farkle: Trying to stop Maya from doing the stuff.
  • Lucas: Zay?
  • Farkle: He's trying to stop Riley from stopping Maya from doing the stuff.
  • Lucas: Oh boy... and what are you doing here then?
  • Farkle: I'm supposed to stop you from trying to stop Zay from trying to stop Riley from stopping Maya from doing the stuff.

Sims Tag Yourself Meme Challenge

by @itsoceansecret

I’m Sweet & Sour and sometimes Spicy Nuggetz! This was really fun to do btw ;-;

Challenge rules: Tag your challenge with #simstagyourself and make a meme based on the tag yourself memes that fits the characters (must be your sims) you used. Tag other 5 people. 

Gonna do more than 5 but.. I tag @plumb-barb@simtasia, @simgallery, @sims3hasstoppedworking, @literallywhothe, @obsimmian, @cakenoodles, @freckled-pixels, @touchmypixels, @pixelddump, @simovee, @riley-annette, @baehaved, @fanaskher, @spladoum, @buckleysims, @remysims & whoever wants to do this! 

People want to know what Maya got Lucas for Christmas

But consider this…

It probably wasn’t that great. If she even got anything for him in the first place.

Unlike Riley getting Farkle a girlfriend-y gift, this would mean something. Maya’s been very careful about her relationship with Lucas since the triangle ended. 

She’s been avoiding eye contact, refusing to banter with him (except maybe in SS), and her jabs have a bit more bite than sass (”You think you are [important], but no”). Whether or not she’s fully considered why it’s necessary for her to do all those things, the fact remains that she’s intentionally creating distance between them. 

Enter Secret Santa. Lucas didn’t want to do it. He went all the way to Texas, presumably so he wouldn’t have to. Maya already assumed the whole production would be stupid and awful. He’s practically given permission for everyone to leave him out of Secret Santa…so where’s her motivation to send something all the way to Texas?

Afterward, this becomes even more true. The thoughtful gifts brought each pair closer. MUCH closer. And as far as she knows, Lucas didn’t send Riley anything. (Even if we put in the deleted scene, okay, Lucas gave a poor girl a gift on Riley’s behalf. Cute and all, but not as personal as the others.)

That means, as much as she might want to, as much as she might have had a great idea for something that would melt his heart and show him how well she knows him, she. wouldn’t. do. it. Jumping back into a triangle-like situation after the whole thing’s been “resolved” would most definitely not be as innocent as the first time Maya got dragged in, and she wouldn’t risk hurting Riley like that.

So for all the fanfiction stories I’ve seen of legitimately adorable presents Maya gave Lucas on the down low, consider this: How much more likely was something like this?

[Gang at Topanga’s, hanging out]

Farkle: Okay, Zay, you’ve finished your homework. Can we go now? I’m just about to cut you off from all the supplies you need to survive.

Zay: I know the whole point of your nerd game was for me to spend more time with you and Smackle, Farkle, but can I just…I don’t know, resign or something? We’ve been playing for like a week, and I need my beauty sleep!

Smackle: When Farkle and I rule the world, you’ll be playing this game a lot more, so get moving!

[Zay, Farkle, and Smackle exit]

Riley: You know, Zay can complain all he wants, but he’s gotten closer to them since Christmas. [Looks pointedly at Maya]

Maya: Yes, Riley. You’re a Secret Santa genius. Happy?

Riley: Yes.

Lucas: Hey, who got me?

Riley: You didn’t…? Let’s see, there was me and Farkle, Zay and Smackle, Smackle and…

[Maya looking innocently off in the distance]

Riley: Maya! Did you not do Secret Santa? Lucas even did Secret Santa, and he was in Texas!

Maya: Do you have any idea how long it would have taken me to go to the store, find a gift, then go to the post office? And then, you know, there’s the issue with priority box! padded envelope! normal envelope! Honestly, my present should just be me still being alive after thinking of all the stuff I would have had to do. 

Riley: [Stubbornly] You could have just given it to him when he got back.

Maya: [Looks lazily around her and the homework spread out on the table. Picks up her calculator.] Merry Christmas, Lucas. [Hands him calculator, then pretends to get back to homework.]

There’s a beat, then Maya snatches the calculator back.

Maya: Actually, can I borrow your Christmas present? I don’t have enough fingers for this problem.

Girl Meets The Jellyfish Pact
  • This scene is inspired by another episode of friends.
  • Location: Minkus Family Beach House.
  • The gang just arrived at Farkle's family beach house for the weekend. Everyone takes their suitcases to their rooms except Maya who crashes on the couch and falls asleep. Everyone arrives back to the living room.
  • Riley: What's everybody's plan today?
  • Farkle: I'm going to the beach.
  • Zay: Me too.
  • Riley: Can I come?
  • Farkle: Of course.
  • Riley: (looks at Lucas, Smackle, and Maya) How about you guys?
  • Smackle: I'm going to stay here and read.
  • Lucas: I'll just walk around.
  • Riley: Maya?
  • Maya is snoring loudly.
  • Farkle: See you guys later.
  • Everyone leaves.
  • Location: Beach.
  • Riley is laying on a towel. Farkle is sitting in a beach chair while Zay is digging a hole in the sand.
  • Farkle: There's a Zombie Apocalypse, I'm the only man left, would you date me?
  • Riley: If you were the only man left, maybe.
  • Zay: Hey, guys look at my hole.
  • Farkle: Wow, what a waste of time.
  • Riley: Don't listen to him Zay, it's a nice hole.
  • Zay: Thank you Riley.
  • Zay sticks his tongue out at Farkle.
  • Farkle: You know the Tide's just going to fill it up with water.
  • Zay: That's not going to happen. I made sure that we were far enough away from the ocean before I started digging.
  • The tide brings the water to the beach filling up the hole Zay made.
  • Zay: Damn.
  • Riley jumps up.
  • Riley: Ow! Ow! Ow!
  • Zay: Are you in pain?
  • Riley: No, I always say ow for no reason.
  • Farkle: What happened?
  • Riley: I think I got stung by a jellyfish.
  • Farkle: We should get you back to the house.
  • Riley: It hurts too much to walk.
  • Zay: And I'm tired from digging that hole.
  • Farkle: Then what should we do?
  • Zay: I was watching Discovery channel and-
  • Farkle: Wait, you watch the Discovery channel?
  • Zay: It was by accident.
  • Riley: Is there a point to the story? I'm going to pass out from the pain.
  • Zay: The point, before I was rudely interrupted, was you have to pee on the jellyfish sting.
  • Riley: What?
  • Farkle: He's right. The ammonia is supposed to kill the pain.
  • Riley: I'm not peeing on myself. I rather just deal with the pain.
  • Riley starts walking back to the house and stops.
  • Riley: Ow! Ow!
  • Riley turns around to face Farkle and Zay.
  • Riley: Fine. I'll do it. But you can't watch.
  • Farkle holds up a blanket to cover Riley. Riley tries multiple positions so she can pee on the sting.
  • Riley: Um, guys, I can't do it. I can't bend that way.
  • Farkle: What are we going to do?
  • Riley: One of you have to do it.
  • Farkle: Not it.
  • Zay looks at Riley and Farkle.
  • Zay: Aw man.
  • Location: Beach House.
  • Maya, Lucas, and Smackle are playing cards. Riley, Farkle and Zay rushed in.
  • Riley: I'm going to take a shower and stay in there forever.
  • Riley leaves.
  • Maya: What happened?
  • Farkle: (talking fast) Nothing happened. Why would you asked that? Who told you stuff happened? Stop giving me the third degree.
  • Farkle leaves.
  • Maya looks at Zay.
  • Zay: I got nothing.
  • Zay walks away.
  • The next day.
  • Riley, Farkle, and Zay are eating breakfast. They won't look each other in the eyes.
  • Maya, Lucas and Smackle walk in.
  • Maya: This is ridiculous. You guys won't even look at each other. Something happened on that beach and we demand to know what it is now.
  • Farkle: We made a pact to never talk about it.
  • Riley: It stays in the past.
  • Zay: It's buried in the hole I digged.
  • They get up and try to leave but Maya, Lucas, and Smackle blocks the doors.
  • Lucas: No one is leaving until you tell us what happened.
  • Riley looks at Farkle and Zay. They nod.
  • Riley: Fine, we'll tell you.
  • Maya: Start from the beginning.
  • Zay: It started on a stormy Sunday afternoon.
  • Maya: What?
  • Zay: You said start from the beginning. I'm telling you about the day I was born.
  • Maya: I meant about what happened on the beach, you maroon.
  • Zay: Oh.
  • Riley: We were on the beach.
  • Zay: I was digging a hole. It was the biggest hole I ever dug.
  • Farkle: He was so proud of himself.
  • Zay: (smiling) I was.
  • Riley: Then the tide came.
  • Zay: And it destroyed my hole.
  • Riley: And a jellyfish stung me.
  • Farkle: Riley was in too much pain to walk. So Zay remembered something he watched on tv.
  • Zay: I was watching the Discovery channel-
  • Lucas: You were watching the Discovery channel? Were you watching channels by accident again?
  • Zay: Yeah.
  • Smackle: I saw the same show. They said...
  • Smackle pauses and looks at Riley.
  • Smackle: Ewww!!!
  • Maya and Lucas: What?
  • Smackle: She peed on herself.
  • Maya and Lucas: Ewww!!!!
  • Riley: I tried and failed. I couldn't bend that way. So I asked Farkle and Zay to pee on me.
  • Farkle: And I said no.
  • Maya, Lucas, and Smackle looks at Zay.
  • Zay: That's right. I stepped up to the plate. I took one for the team. I peed on Riley. I would peed on everybody.
  • Riley: How did you take one for the team? I was the one being peed on. And you didn't even peed on me.
  • Smackle: You didn't?
  • Zay: (looks down) No, I'm a fraud. It was too much pressure. Performance anxiety.
  • Maya: Then who peed on Riley?
  • Farkle raises his hand.
  • Farkle: I did. I kept aiming everywhere but the foot.
  • Everyone laughs.
  • Riley: It wasn't funny. Starting now, we'll never speak of this again. We're taking this to our grave.
  • Everyone: Agreed.
  • The next day.
  • Location: Topanga's.
  • Farkle: About that Zombie Apocalypse.
  • Riley: Dude, never going to happen. You will always be the idiot that peed on me.
  • Farkle: Fair enough.
  • The end.
Don’t Forget

I saw him so happy, it hurts. I saw him with her, the woman I always wish to be. I was at the mall trying to distract myself with things that are happening around me. From heart aches, school, and a lot more.

‘Y/N!’ Shawn shouted. The voice that I don’t want to hear right now.

‘Oh, hey!’ I said. Trying to smile, and trying to hide the pain.

‘How come you’re not at the surprise party?’ He asked.

And I was confuse by that. Ian didn’t call me. Brian didn’t call me as well. Matt didn’t call me.

‘I didn’t-‘ I got cut off by the love of his love.

‘Hey!’ Lauren said.

‘Hi, Laur!’

‘What are you guys talking about?’ Lauren asked.

‘Oh, the surprise party. She wasn’t there I was asking-‘ He got cut off.

‘I forgot to tell her about that. Sorry, Y/N.’ Lauren said. She’s trying to be nice again.

‘No, it’s fine.’ I said while trying to smile.

‘Hey, are you okay?’ Shawn asked worriedly.

No. I want to tell me that I wasn’t okay, that I’ve never been okay.

‘Yes, of course!’ I said. I guess I’m good at hiding my feelings and pain.

‘Hey, babe. I think we should go.’ Lauren said.

‘You want to ride with us?’ Shawn asked.

Lauren looked at me like as if she’s saying ‘No, don’t!’

‘No, I’m fine. I got my dad’s jeep.’ I said.

‘Okay. Bye!’ Shawn said and waved at me. Lauren just smiled.


‘Hey there lady!’ Brian said.

‘Don’t hey me right now I’m not in the mood.’ I said.

‘Whoa! Okay, sorry.’

‘So there’s a surprise party without me?’ I asked them. All of them looked shocked by my statement. Brian, Matt and Ian are pointing each other on who’s going to explain it to me.

‘Okay, look. Lauren arranged it for Shawn-‘ I cut Brian off.

‘Nope, it’s fine.’ I said. There’s tears in my eyes already.

‘Hey, you’re going to be fine.’ Matt said and he went beside me to comfort me.

I just cried as the three boys comfort me. They were the people who knew about my feelings to Shawn since we were kids. I have always admire him, I always have a crush on him. I remember I was so excited for prom because I thought he’ll ask me to be his date but no, he didn’t. I remember how I decided not to go to prom instead because I wouldn’t do anything there. Of course Matt, Ian and Brian have dates and I don’t want to be their seventh wheel even though they’re forcing me to come. I remember how badly I want to go to Shawn’s concerts but I can’t because according to Shawn he promised Lauren that he will bring her at every place he’ll go and they’re both going to see it together and Lauren wanted to be just the both of them. It hurts to know that to him, I was just his clingy best friend.

‘Why don’t you join us tonight?’ Ian said trying to make my mood into a good one.

‘No, thank you. I’ll just stay here.’ I said.

‘But it’ll be lit. Ya know, we’ll be losers without you!’ Matt said.

‘I know!’ I said finally flashing a smile.

I’m thankful to have these three with me through thick and thin.

When the boys left I decided to put some make-up on and go hang out with my best friend, Janina. Since she’s been pushing me to go shopping at the newly opened store and pushing me to go get some ice cream with her.

‘So he’s back.’ Janina said.

‘Yeah.’ I sigh.

‘You know what, you should find a guy who will love you. I mean the love that you deserve.’ Janina said while comparing the two dresses that she pick.

‘this one’s more good.’ I said. ‘I don’t know. I mean for now, I’m trying to convince myself to move on you know?’ I said.

‘Yeah, but you know don’t push yourself to him way too hard.’ Janina said.

‘What about this one?’ I asked as I showed her the stripes shirt.

‘That looks good!’ Janina said.

‘I don’t know, I mean I’m going to NYU so I guess that’s a great excuse for me to forget him.’ I said as I put the shirt in the basket.

Janina and I had a great time having a girl time. I always hang out with the boys because I always wanted to be with Shawn and it’s great to do some girly stuffs with a real girl. I mean, everytime I’m with Shawn, Matt, Ian, and Brian we always do guy stuffs. We went home early because Janina have a task to pick up her little sister at her ballet class. I got home and saw Shawn playing with my little brother, Riley.

‘Hey!’ Shawn said as he shifts he’s attention to me while holding the uno cards that he and my 15-year-old brother are playing.

‘Oh, hey!’ I said.

‘You didn’t tell me that he’s back!’ Riley said.

‘I forgot.’ I said.

Shawn just smiled.

‘Okay, I gotta go upstairs and clean my room.’ Riley said.

‘yeah, and after please help me set up the table.’ I shouted at Riley while he’s running upstairs.

‘OKAYYY’ he shouted back.

‘So, how are you? it’s been so long.’ Shawn said.

‘Yeah, I’ve been great. I mean scholarship at my dream school it was great.’ I tried to sound excited and not awkward.

‘You’re going to New york?’ He asked. I can see the sadness in his eyes but what the fuck he cares.

‘yeah. You know, it has been my dream.’ I said.

‘You didn’t tell me.’ Shawn kind of raised his voice.

‘Why? Why do I have to tell you?’ I asked him raising my voice.


‘Because what? You’re my best friend?’ I cut him off.

‘Yes, I am your best friend that’s why I should know what’s happening in your life!’ Shawn said raising his voice again. ‘You make me feel like shit!’ Shawn added.

‘Oh, wow! So you’re still my best friend now huh?’ I said. ‘For fucking 10 years, I always care about you, I always care about your feelings. I almost forgot how to live because of you. Because I’m fucking in love with you but no, you always ignore me. Like I was just your best friend. The best friend who will do everything for you, when you and Laur fight I’m the one who’s fixing it because I want you to be happy and I feel shit everytime I see you wasted everytime you and Laur fight.’ I said shouting while crying. I don’t care if Riley was listening but all I care right now was I’m so done feeling like shit.

‘I didn’t know-‘ I cut him off again.

‘Of course you didn’t know! Because all you care about was yourself.’ I said still crying. ‘Please get out!’ I shouted.

He didn’t do anything but he gets out of that door, looking down.

Few weeks had passed and I got no calls from Shawn. Matt, Ian, Brian, and Janina are the people who’s been cheering me up. And they all decided to gather all my closest friends because in less than few days I’ll be leaving to go to New York.

We were at this round table with my closest friends, Matt, Ian, Brian, Janina, Claudia and Hannah who’s also our classmates in high school.

‘Okay, people! We will give a message to Y/N one by one alright!’ Janina said. ‘I’ll go first!’ She said.

‘Okay, so I want you to know that even if you were miles away from me, I want you to know that I always got your back. You can call me if you have problems just like what we always do and trust me I will fly to New York to go shopping with you just to make you feel better.’ She said and I smiled. ‘I love you, Y/N. And you deserve everything in this world.’ She said and she hugged me so tight.

‘Okay, I’m next!’ Matt announced. ‘To my future girlfriend because if she still doesn’t have a boyfriend when she’s like 30 years old I’m gonna marry her.’ Matt said and everybody laughs.

‘But since you’re a chick boy you’ll have a girlfriend!’ Claudia said and everybody laughs.

‘That’s easy I’ll break up with her!’ Matt said and everybody said ‘awww’ ‘Okay, could you guys please stop ruining my moment. Here it goes. I will always be here for you no matter what you’re the best girl I know in this planet, of course next to my mom. But really always know that I always got you!’ Matt said and hugged me and gave me my favorite hoodie of him.

‘Aw. Matt, you finally gave this to me!’ I said and hugged him back.

All of them gave their own touching messages to me and I cried a lot. At least this time I cried because of happiness and because of the love that my friends that are giving to me. They all went home and minutes later as I was putting my pyjamas on someone knocked on my window. And of course there’s only one person who does that. Shawn.

I opened it and let him come inside even though I’m mad at him I still want to see him.

‘Hi.’ He said.

I just smiled.

‘Look I know I fucked up but I want you to know that I love you. I love you more than as my best friend. Everything you do for me I appreciate it so much, Y/N trust me I love you even before but I was so scared to admit it to you. I don’t want to lose you. Y/N please, give me another shot. I will prove everything to you.’ Shawn said begging me to forgive him.

‘Shawn, you can’t just break someone’s heart because your best friend admitted something to you. Laur has always been your dream girl and I don’t want to take that away from you. You deserve to be happy and I deserve to be happy as well. But I think it’s not you, I guess it’s not your job to make me happy.’ I said while there’s tears falling down my face. ‘Trust me when I say I love you I meant it. But Shawn these past few days I realized that I should move on, I should live.’ I said.

‘Y/N I love you.’ He said again.

‘Shawn, listen to me. I want you to be happy, I want you to remember all the happy memories we have because hey, I still remember those and those moments makes me so happy. We gather memories together and I’m thankful for that. Your dreams, I want you to continue to do the things that makes you happy. I don’t want you to love me because I confess my love for you, think about it Shawn.’ I said.

‘But Y/N this has been messing up my mind and I don’t want to lose you!’ Shawn said and still begging me to give him a shot.

‘Shawn, you won’t lose me. And you never will.’ I said. ‘Please don’t forget that. Please don’t forget the dreams that we built. We will going to reach it together.’ I said.

‘But for now, let’s give each other some time.’ I said.

A/N: This is so long than I expected it to be. I started listening to Demi Lovato’s song and got an idea to write something. So I hope you guys like this! P.S. Oh, and sorry if there’s some bad words. Feedbacks will always be appreciated! :)

Girl Meets Season 4 - Episode 1

Girl Meets Season 4 - The Continuing Saga of Riley and her friends as they tackle their Sophomore year in High School. The ups, the downs, and everything in between. What will their sophomore year be like? Read and find out.

A/N: I’m writing this fic for 2 reason, well these are the main reasons, the first is that Disney cancelled the show and didn’t give it a real chance, the second is that I want them to keep growing. All of the chapters are titled as episodes, as the fic goes along there will be some serious topics, as well as my ships because I love them and I won’t let them go.

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Somewhere Else pt.1 - The Airport

[Summary: All of the what ifs of Drake & Riley meeting somewhere else, in any other way.]

This scene drove me insane, so naturally, I wrote something.

“If we’d met somewhere else…anywhere else. At a club in New York or in an airport, or at a party…If you hadn’t been our waitress that night, and I hadn’t been sitting next to Liam…Do you think all of this…do you think it could’ve been different…between us?”

“Last call for boarding Flight 847 to Detroit, last call for boarding.”

Riley could just make out the flight attendant’s calm and professional voice over the usual hubub of the airport as she shifted her carry-on bag and set off towards the baggage claim.

JFK airport was almost always loud, a melting pot of sounds and people that reflected the city it was surrounded by. And Riley loved it. New York City, dubbed the “City That Never Sleeps,” was a cultural hub that Riley hoped would provide her with the adventure and excitement her hometown lacked to satisfy her travel bug for the time being.

Already, in her short trip from Gate 14 to baggage claim, she’d heard at least ten different languages, and just as many distinct accents from countries all across the globe. She’d jump at the chance to see them all, if her bank account could afford it. Riley had been saving up for years to travel the world, but her dead end job waitressing could only get her so far. For now, New York was her closest bet.

Just the very thought of how much this emergency trip back to her hometown cost her had Riley anxiously working her lip and her fingers itching to pull out her phone and text her coworkers for any shifts to pick up.

A sigh escaped Riley’s lips as she slumped against a pillar adjacent to her baggage carousel and watched suitcases go by with bored eyes and folded arms.

Before long, her eyes strayed to observe her surroundings. All around her, people moved about, some moving sluggishly, others rushing like their lives depended on it. To her right was a fierce looking woman in a pinstriped pantsuit, tersely talking on the phone while making agitated movements. To her left knelt a weary man before a crying young boy of his likeness, desperately searching through his duffle bag for something to console his son. All the while, he spoke quickly and despairingly in what Riley assumed was Italian until, at long last, he triumphantly pulled out a rather sad looking blanket out of the bag and held it up to the young boy like an offering.

Amidst the cacophony, Riley tuned into a clipped and frustrated voice, a blend of harsh staccatos with a faint and rather unrecognizable accent underneath. She turned her head as her eyes scanned the crowd for the owner of that voice, her interest now piqued. There was something familiar about that voice, although Riley was certain she’d never heard it before. It was as if her fingers were dancing across the worn ivory keys of a poorly-tuned piano to play a long-forgotten song, and she was trying to figure out the key.

Not far from where she stood by her baggage carousel, at the check-in counter of some airline she’d never heard of, Riley found him.

He had messy brown hair that curled over his shirt collar just below the nape of his neck and was dressed in jeans and a denim shirt that was haphazardly buttoned over a white T-shirt. Although she couldn’t see his face from her angle, the employee’s stressed expression and the way his back muscles strained against his shirt made it quite obvious he wasn’t happy.

Without thinking, Riley drew closer to get within earshot. She didn’t know what it was that compelled her to do so, maybe it was innocent curiosity or the fact that conflict is always interesting to watch. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way this stranger was so oddly familiar. The way she knew that voice, in every tone it came in, without ever having heard it before.

“Listen, lady, I need to be on the next flight back to Cordonia,” the man said as he placed his hands on the counter and leaned forward, pleading with the airline employee. “I’m not supposed to be here, I -”

“But you bought a plane ticket to New York?”

“Well, yeah,” he grumbled, pushing his hands through his dark hair. “I came here for someone, but they aren’t…they aren’t here and I’ve got someone back home who needs me now. I’ve got the money -”

“Sir, I’m sorry, but if you bought your ticket here to New York City on your own, we aren’t responsible for your being here and cannot prioritize you over other customers,” the employee shook her head as she looked down at her computer screen. “If you want to be on the next flight to Cordonia, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning. I’d be more than happy to assist you in purchasing your ticket for that flight, but otherwise -”

“But tomorrow morning isn’t good enough!” the man groaned, hands fisting in his hair before falling to his side. “It says right there that there’s a flight leaving in forty-five minutes!” he said, pointing at the screen on the wall behind her that displayed the flight schedules.

“A flight we no longer sell tickets for,” the employee stated wearily, as if they’d already gone over this before. “Plane tickets are no longer sold two hours prior to departure, and we ask that all guests check in at least an hour before take off. The soonest we can get you in the air is tomorrow morning at eight.”

“Well, then what the hell am I supposed to do until tomorrow morning?” he snapped before slamming his hand down on the counter in frustration, capturing the attention of quite a few people nearby.

Sir,” the woman said, stern and slightly startled by his sudden action. Her eyes scanned the area around them, worried that he would start to draw too much attention.

As if only just realizing he was in public, the man stepped back and turned in a half circle to see the small audience he had begun to draw in. For the first time, Riley was finally able to get a good view of the man’s face. He had a strong jaw, a nose that looked as if it had been chiseled out of marble for the bust of Julius Caesar, dark eyes, and a brooding expression to match.

Before she could even think to look away, his eyes swiftly swept over the mass of people before landing directly on hers.

Riley sucked in a breath between her teeth, a jolt going through her body and awakening every nerve as she felt the full force of his stare. Glare? Oh, if he wasn’t before, he was definitely glaring now. His lips twisted into a scowl and Riley quickly turned, busying herself with the search for her suitcase once again as she felt her face flush.

The second she found the old, beat up, black suitcase she’d taken on nearly every trip since middle school, Riley peeled out of there as fast as possible, the rickety wheels wobbling with every step she took. Even as she approached the automatic sliding doors, she could still feel his eyes on her, burning into the back of her skull. When she stepped outside, Riley hesitated, filled with the odd and nonsensical need to turn around.

She kept going.

“Right, Kismet at eight,” Riley repeated, her phone wedged between her cheek and her shoulder as she hastily scribbled the words down on a coffee-stained napkin she found in her bag. “Damn pen,” she muttered under her breath as ink bled into her fingers and smudged onto the napkin. Shifting everything around again, she wedged the clean end of the pen between her teeth, shoved the napkin into her back pocket, switched her phone to her other hand, and checked her watch. Six thirty. She took the pen out of her mouth and tapped it against her hip. “I can do that.”

An hour and a half. That was just enough time for Riley catch the bus home, unload her stuff, take a quick shower, and head over to Kismet, the hottest club in town to potentially pick up a friend of a friend’s shift, assuming they still needed the help.

“Uh huh,” she nodded, pacing around the shelter next to the bus stop as she spoke on the phone. “Of course, it’s no problem…No, not at all…Money is money after all…Alright, cool, thanks…Yeah, you too…Okay, bye.”

Satisfied, Riley hung up with a relieved smile. Due to a series of calls, she was able to find someone through a mutual friend who needed somebody to cover for her at a popular club while she went on a date. It was only for one night and the pay wasn’t nearly enough to make up for her last trip, but it was good enough.

Riley dropped her phone into her bag and plopped down on the bench, leaning back and rubbing her tired eyes. She wondered how many cups of coffee it’d take to get through the night.

“Does this mean you’re done pacing now? It was really starting to get on my nerves.”

Ryli Riley e shot up in her seat, eyes fluttering open. To her left sat the same man from earlier in the airport, with the cool expression and the brooding eyes. A duffle bag sat at his feet.

“I didn’t realize…” Riley shook her head and scooted backwards, putting some space between her and the stranger. She’d been so wrapped up in her phone call, she must not have noticed when he arrived. As her eyes took in his impassive expression and she remembered his irritated tone, her brows furrowed and she pursed her lips. Any timorous feelings she had under his gaze before had completely disappeared. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough,” he shrugged, folding his arms across his chest and letting his legs stretch out. “What’s Kismet?”

“It’s a club,” she answered curtly. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that it’s rude to listen into other people’s conversations?” And then, wilting slightly under his inquisitive but intense eyes, she added, “And to stare?”

The man raised an eyebrow and the corner of his lip just barely quirked up. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you?”

Riley felt her face go hot again and she quickly looked away, mumbling under her breath. “That was different.”

“Oh really? How?” he scoffed. “Pray tell.”

Riley scowled and sent him a scalding look as she crossed her arms as well. “Maybe if you hadn’t made such a big scene, I wouldn’t have paid any attention.”

“And I’m just supposed to ignore you pacing all around the bus station in front of me?”

“That’d be much appreciated.” Riley quipped, turning slightly away from him so she didn’t have to see his irritating smirk and longer than she had to.

“Is everyone in this town so hypocritical?” he muttered bitterly.

“City.” Riley corrected him.


She glanced over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow before looking away again. “This a city. You know, New York City…The City That Never Sleeps…”

”Fine, fine. Is everyone in the city this annoying?” the man groaned, covering his face with his hands before pushing them back through his hair.  Then, he dropped his hands to rest his arms on his knees and looked up at Riley, his expression growing smug. “Or is it just you?”

Heat flared up in Riley’s stomach and in her cheeks. She whipped her head in his direction, eyes narrowed into a glare. “Don’t get pissy with me just because you bought a ticket to a city you don’t even want to be in. I mean, who does that? And it’s not my fault that you can’t go home today, so leave me out of your little mope fest.”

For a split, incredibly satisfying, second, the man’s expression fell and his brows raised in surprise at her sudden outburst. But just as quickly as it came, his shock melted away. His brows pulled together, a deep crease forming in the middle, and his lips twisted into a scowl very similar to the one he gave her earlier, but with so much more intensity.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he snapped, eyes flashing. “I didn’t have a choice. I had to come here.”

Riley studied him for a few moments, pensive. He didn’t look the business type. He had only a duffle bag at his feet - no briefcase - so his venture out here couldn’t have been work related. He wasn’t a tourist, he made that much clear. And he clearly wasn’t from around here - any of the states, probably -  given how out of place he looked here. There was also the fact that whatever place he was talking about earlier with the airline employee certainly didn’t sound like any place in America. What was it again? Cordonia?

“Why are you here?” she questioned, her tone no longer harsh but simply curious.

The man’s expression slightly softened as well. “I…” he trailed off, looking crestfallen. His dark eyes took on a hazy appearance and as if he was suddenly miles away. A few moments passed before he abruptly shook his head, coming out of whatever trance he seemed to have been in. He met Riley’s gaze once more, expression guarded yet again. “Forget it,” he mumbled under his breath and looked away. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Not sure how to reply to that, Riley stayed quiet and let the cars around them fill the awkward silence between them.

When her bus finally came, Riley was surprised to see the man stand as well and walk over to the curb for boarding. She wondered if he even knew where he was going. Or what he was doing.

Her questions answered themselves as she stood on the step behind him, waiting as he searched his pockets fruitlessly for any spare change to pay the bus driver. In the end, the best he could procure were a few foreign-looking coins and his wallet.

“I don’t suppose you take credit cards, do you?” he asked, no hope in his voice as he flipped open his wallet.

The bus driver shook her head.

Shoulders sagging, he turned to get off of the bus. His arm brushed against Riley’s as he passed.

She turned to watch him go, so defeated, and before she could think twice about it…


Riley pulled a few extra dollars from her bag and held them out to the driver along with her own bus fare as the man halted in his tracks and turned to look at her, brows furrowed.

“I’ve got him covered.”

She could feel his eyes on her as the driver took the cash and she took off down the aisle without waiting to see if he got on or not. Riley made her way towards the back of the bus and tried to sort out her reasoning for helping the gruff stranger out. By the time she had rationalized that she simply felt bad for him and she was a good person, she heard him mumble a low thank you to the driver and the doors slid shut.

As the bus lurched forward, Riley sat down in an empty row by the window with her suitcase at her feet and immediately pulled out her phone to text her family that she arrived safely and her friends that she was back home.

Someone sat down beside her, and without having to even look, Riley knew it was the stranger from the airport again.

Minutes passed in silence, Riley scrolling through her feed as the man sat there, occasionally glancing over at her and opening his mouth to say something, but ultimately deciding against it.

Finally, he spoke up.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” he said softly. “Pay for me, I mean.”

Riley didn’t say anything for a while and the man looked away, accepting her lack of response as a response.

“I know.”

At the sound of her voice, he turned his head towards her again. She still hadn’t looked up from scrolling on her phone.

“So…why’d you do it?”

His simple question caused her thumb to stall over the phone screen. He watched as she bit the inside of her cheek and shrugged. “I don’t know. I felt bad, I guess.”

“But,” he shook his head, dumbfounded. “I was a jerk to you.”

Riley let out a small laugh and locked her phone before letting it drop into her lap. “Yeah. You were,” she said, looking out the window. “But you seemed to be having a rough day. And being alone in a big city…I guess I can see why it’d suck.”

He studied her, thoughtfully and with a slight twinge of guilt about the way he’d acted towards her earlier. He’d have to apologize for that later, make it up if he could. He wondered vaguely if she liked whiskey.

“What’s your name?” he asked. The question was innocent enough.

It got her to finally turn towards him brows raised. “Riley,” she said. “Riley Cole.”

“Drake.” He held out his hand to her, feeling obliged to introduce himself to this stranger after she’d helped and put up with him. Riley examined his hand briefly before grasping it, her smaller hand easily fitting into his.

Letting go of his hand, she faced forward in her seat again. “So, Drake… Do you even know what you’re doing on this bus?”

He startled her with a short laugh, a low rumble in his throat. “Not a clue,” Drake admitted. “I figured that if I rode around long enough, I’d find a bar or something.”

Riley looked at him incredulously. “Seriously?”


“You come all the way to New York City, and you just want to spend the night in a bar?” Riley couldn’t imagine choosing a bar over the New York night life. Sure, she could appreciate a good drink with good company, but was he actually serious? She worked in a bar and there was nothing glorious about it.

Drake shrugged. “You got a better plan, Cole?”

“Only about a million…” she muttered, shaking her head.

Suddenly, an idea began to form. A ridiculous, stupid, and not-thought-out-at-all idea at that. But when Riley looked up at him, she couldn’t imagine just leaving him to spend the night in some bar. And as the familiar street signs and buildings came into view around her, she realized her stop was coming up. It was now or never.

“Look,” Riley said, standing up and adjusting her jacket before grabbing her suitcase. “Why don’t you let me show you around?”

“Wait, what?” Drake’s eyebrows shot up, mouth slightly agape as he swung his legs out into the aisle to let her through. “Really? Why?”

“Apparently, I’m not done pitying you,” she muttered, not quite able to believe she was doing this either. “I might be picking up a shift tonight, but afterwards… Well, it’d be a damn shame if you came all this way and never got to see the good parts of the city.”

“I couldn’t ask…Cole, are you sure about this?” Drake asked as the bus came to a halt. Suddenly, many of the other passengers came to life, standing and pushing their way towards the front or rear bus exits.

“As sure as I can be,” she told him over her shoulder as she fell in step with the crowd. “Just meet me after I’m done and I promise, you won’t hate the city as much as you do now.”

“I – wait!” Drake abruptly stood up and called after her as she stepped off the last stair and onto the curb. “How am I supposed to…?”

His voice got lost in the city sounds, people talking, dogs barking, and cars honking. Desperately, he tried to push his way closer to a window she could hear him out of, but it was no use.

It wasn’t until the doors sealed shut and the bus’s engine sputtered off that she realized.

He had no idea where to find her, no way to contact her.

Riley whirled around, lips calling after the bus to wait but it was already lumbering down the block. She groaned, slapping her palm against her forehead and cursing her own stupidity. After checking her watch and weighing her options, Riley’s shoulders slumped and she turned away to go up the stairs to her apartment building. Even if she went after him and, by some miracle, actually found him, she’d probably never make it to Kismet on time.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, even though he was long gone. Guilt gnawed away at the insides of her stomach and she could have sworn her feet felt just a little heavier than they had before.

Back on the bus, Drake ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends as he stared through the window where he’d last seen Cole. Despite his yelling, she hadn’t heard him. And he was pretty sure the universe was just playing one big joke on him as she stopped and turned, the realization dawning on her face, after the bus pulled away.

“Of course,” he muttered, shaking his head as he went back to his seat. Of course, this happened to him. It was just his luck that he’d wind up alone in one of the busiest cities in the world and the only person who finally started to help him just slipped away.

As Drake sat back, he sighed out heavily and glanced over at the seat Riley had occupied less than a minute ago. He let his hands drop into his lap and was about to face forward again when something else caught his eye.

A scribbled-on napkin with an inky thumbprint smudged on the corner.

Kismet. 8 PM.

Drake read it and reread it a few times, his thumb brushing over the hasty scrawl and then settling his larger thumb over the smaller print. A faint smile just barely etched its way onto his face as he pocketed the napkin and pulled out his phone, looking up directions.

(so how about that for a first story? tagging @thedrakeside )

(((Tiny little Thunderblink fanfic. Takes place a day or so after s1ep2.)))

You can read it on Ao3 if you want ^_^

John is indestructible, but he’s not invulnerable.

Clarice doesn’t think he notices, but she’s watching him when one of the Underground kids comes running into the infirmary, her knee all skinned up and tears streaming down her face. The kid can’t be more than five, but she’s like Blink, a mutant who can’t blend in, not with her violet skin, striped pink hair, and blue cat’s eyes. Massive butterfly wings flutter against her back as she dashes right up to John, colliding with his legs.

“I’m bleedin’,” she says with a little Southern accent, sticking her leg out like John can’t tell on his own which knee she tore up. Clarice can see her trying to suck in the tears and steady her wobbling lower lip. “I need a bandaid, can I have one?”

John picks her up, careful of the wings, and sets her down on a table. “What happened, Riley?”

“Me and Ty were playing down…inside…and I fell.”

“Mhmm.” Something that’s a mix between disapproval and amusement crosses John’s face. “Your pants legs are wet, and you smell like the creek. Are you sure you were inside?”

“Maybe not.” The kid, Riley, winces when John dabs a wet cloth against her leg.

“You know you’re not supposed to play down at the water unless someone’s with you,” he says, firm but gentle. Clarice has noticed he does that sometimes, the gentle but firm thing. She sort of likes it.

“We can’t play in the clubhouse cause it got portalized,” she says, and suddenly she sneaks a look over at Clarice. Before they make eye contact, Clarice closes her eyes, feigning sleep.

“You’re not mad at her, right?” John’s voice asks, “You know she didn’t mean to.”

“Nah,” Riley says, “I know. I do stuff on accident too.”

“And on purpose.”

A giggle splits the air, and Clarice squints one eye open to see John tickle the kid again. She resists the urge to smile because man, he’s not nearly as intimating as he seems at first.

He holds up two band-aids. “Important question. Pokémon or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”

“Where’s the Hello Kitty ones?”

“You used them up last week.”


John sticks a couple band-aids on the scraped knee and then raises an eyebrow at Riley. “Stay away from the creek, got it? I’ll take you and Ty down there tomorrow if you behave.”

The kid grins. “Okay!”

John sets her back on the ground and ruffles her hair before giving her a little push toward the door.

Yeah, see, John’s practically indestructible but he’s not invulnerable. His weakness is the people he loves and how much he does actually care about them. His vulnerabilities are ones that Clarice can hardly understand, she’s been on her own so long. She doesn’t have people. Not people like that, not anymore.

She feels eyes on her, and she knows who is looking at her even before she turns toward him. He smirks and nods to her before heading out, following Riley.

She doesn’t want that vulnerability. She’s fine the way she is.

It’s better to be invulnerable than indestructible.

The Story of Us

Prologue || 

✮ Chapter One: The Weekend ✮

Word Count: 3055

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Friday evening 

If there was any part of Riley that thought her parents were using the ‘sending her away’ argument as an empty threat again that’s certainly not the case anymore as Riley sulks at the back of a bus as it leaves the airport she just arrived at.

The worst part about it was that Riley was packed and sent off in a matter of days. Part of the punishment was that Riley wasn’t even allowed to see her friends before she left.

With her head resting against the glass window Riley stares out and watches as the view fades from city to country and if she wasn’t so bitter about the forced lifestyle change then she might of actually enjoyed the scenic drive.

The bus pulls into the station - if you could call an old wooden bench with a sign that reads ‘bus station’ a station. Riley gets off the bus with her duffle bag slung over her shoulder. When her feet hit the dirt road beneath her Riley sees nothing but trees and wide open fields. Awkwardly she stands there not knowing what to do but once the bus pulls away Riley spots a hardened looking man resting again a car just up the road. With a heavy sigh she treks over to him.

“Riley,” He nods once she approaches.

Grandpa,” Riley says in a mock excited voice.

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Fighting with the Freaking Sun! (Riarkle Future One-Shot)

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle

Characters: Riley Matthews and Farkle Minkus

Rating: T but only for some suggestive kissing, so if that doesn’t bother you…

Description: Even people who are perfect for each other fight. Fighting with Riley Matthews is a little like fighting with the sun… But Farkle would probably die without her warmth and in the end, they are always.

Author’s Note: Riarkle’s first fight as a couple! Aww! Lolz, funny how a fighting prompt is actually romantic? Gets kinda angsty too, but I mean, come on! It’s a fight and mean things are said without thinking.

Farkle didn’t know where it all went wrong.

He’d thought he was just doing what Riley wanted! He was just trying to make her happy, right? So, how exactly had the attempt ended in her telling him to leave with tears in her eyes? How had he managed to hurt her so badly when all he ever watched was to make her smile?

It started as a typical Saturday night for them. Or least a typical Saturday night since they’d started dating a few weeks ago.

Farkle had snuck into her room through the open bay window, finding her sitting cross-legged on the floor with textbooks scattered about. He didn’t really know why, but Riley’d been on a studying kick the last few weeks and hell, who was he to tell her to calm down?

Taking up his usual spot beside her, he leaned over and greeted her with a quick, distracted on her part, kiss. “What are we reading up on tonight, Babe?”

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