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katdvs · 4 years

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When Riley Matthews was in high school her life changed, now as a professional dancer she’s got a new challenge when she’s paired with professional football player Lucas Friar on the latest season. Can they win the season, or will their past get in the way?

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Chapter One |

Author Note: Hi, how is everyone? I’m glad to be back. I’m writing this as I go, I know where I want it to go, but let’s hope that’s where we end up. Thanks for all the reviews on the first chapter. XOXO

Chapter Two:

“Eyes on me.” Riley reminded Lucas as she paused the music that they would dance to on live television tomorrow night. This season the network had decided to keep everything secret, except with Pros were returning They figured it would keep people guessing and have them tune in to see who made it.

Lucas nodded, “Okay.” He got into the hold he needed to be in for the dance, following her lead, the cues she had taught him over the last couple of weeks.

Riley felt Lucas lead her around the dance floor, feeling like they were as ready as they could be for the live show. Whatever happened out on the dance floor tomorrow night, live in front of all of America, was what was meant to be.

“We’ve got this Riley.” Lucas told her with a smile as he broke away to grab his water bottle.

“I certainly hope so.” She couldn’t recall the last time she was this nervous before the dress rehearsal. She was just thankful she hadn’t had to do most of the pre-show press that they normally had,

Lucas watched her, amazed he could notice something so subtle, “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

“Yeah I am.” She confessed, feeling the cameras zooming in on her. Never in all her years on the show had she admitted it, no one had called her out on it.

He took a few steps towards her, “We’re going to be fine.” He saw the shadow of something cross her eyes, and he realized what she was more nervous about, once the world knew that he was on the show, that they’re partners, it would take them from the bubble of this studio.

“I’m glad you have confidence.” She went to grab her water bottle.

Lucas stopped her, “I do have confidence because you have confidence. Don’t let it fade. We’re gonna win this.”

Riley cocked an eyebrow at him, “You realize this is more then one night right, we hopefully have weeks of this.”

“I know, and I know that next week we’ll crush it and we will each week, because you’re my teacher, my partner, and I believe in you.”

Damn they made great TV, Riley knew right now the executives watching the feeds and later the dailies would love this stuff. “Grab your stuff, we’ve got to get to the studio for the final dress rehearsal.”

“Whatever you say, you’re the boss.” He smirked.

***

Riley hated the costumes that had been picked for them this week. The song choice had been bad enough, but she was literally here in a cheerleader shirt and top, with fringe. Lucas was in a sparkly varsity jacket, and to make it even worse it just happened to be their high school colors.

She was on the stage right now, the lights out as they crew set up during what would’ve been a commercial break. She could hear the banter between the hosts and then the start of the package. She glanced at the monitor, their was for the whole world to see, her falling into his arms. Then of course clips of them dancing over the last few weeks, teaching him the moves, and what had to be a last-minute edit, the two of them just a few hours ago.

She shook it off as the music swelled and she made her moves towards Lucas as everything started to fall into place on the stage. He kept his eyes on her during the entire dance, though he lost his footing on the final move, and stumbled a little bit.

“It’s only a rehearsal, you got it out of the way.” Riley told him afterwards, as they pretended to get scores from Judges that weren’t present.

As they moved off stage Lucas leaned in close, “Did you suggest these costumes in these colors?”

“Nope, I don’t know why they decided on these, but I’m just going along with it until the waltz next week.” She stood tall as she stopped at the monitor to watch Zay and his partner dance. “That’s what we need to be worried about.”

Lucas watched as Zay danced with Connie Patrick, a sitcom star that Lucas had run into occasionally at charity events. She also came with a major social media following.

“They’re good.” Lucas admitted.

“Yeah, Zay has won several times, he could win again.”

“Not this season, we’re going to win.” He told her and he moved towards the dressing trailers.

“Riley, Lucas!” Sheryl was rushing towards them, “Tomorrow night you’re going on last.”

Riley froze, “What?”

“Yeah, you’ll be our final dancers of the night.” She smiled, “America is going to fall in love with the two of you tomorrow night.”

“Is that good or bad?” Lucas wondered.

Riley looked at her first love, “Well, you won’t be able to go off the grid until after the show ends.”

***

Riley sat on her bed, replaying everything that happened today. She knew the storyline that the show was going for. They saw the chemistry between Riley and Lucas. They would be fools not to play into it.

She would just have to get through the next night, and then at least the first week would be behind them. They would move on to the next dance, the next song. Another week of grueling rehearsals during the day, at night she was plotting the choreography for the next network musical, she had one more number to do and in a few weeks, rehearsals would start for that. When they did, she would be beyond busy if Lucas didn’t get eliminated.

Picking up her phone she began scrolling through social media. A lot of guesses about who her dance partner would be this season, none of them correct. A few of the names were on the show this season, but no one she saw was mentioning Lucas. Probably a good thing.

As she moved through her feed on Instagram she stopped when she saw a picture of Maya, her former best friend. She was showing off a ring. She realized it was a picture that Farkle had posted, and tagged Lucas in.

She felt her stomach sink as she read the caption, “#SheSaidYes to my good buddy @LucasFriar. She’s so excited for their journey together, she insisted I buy her champagne.”

If Lucas were involved with Maya, when did he propose, he’d been here in LA for the last few weeks in the bedroom next to hers.

“My only comment is that I am not engaged to Maya Hart.” Lucas’ voice carried from his balcony, “I’m not dating her. I didn’t propose. What picture are you talking about?”

Riley opened her door and saw him pacing as he spoke on the phone.

“Jerry, you know I’m in LA. The show is tomorrow night. I don’t know what game Maya is playing this time, maybe her sales are slow again, I don’t know.”

Riley attempted to wave to get his attention when he turned around in his pacing, she waved her cell phone at him and he leaned as close as the edge of the balcony would allow.

“I’m calling Farkle and finding out why this is happening, okay. I have no idea where she got that ring, but I didn’t give it to her. I have never dated Maya Hart. I will never date Maya Hart, she can keep trying to make it happen, but it hasn’t worked since middle school, it’s time for a new game.” Lucas growled before ending the call.

“I take it you’re not actually engaged to Maya.” Riley enlarged the photo, something about the ring was familiar, but how different were gaudy giant diamonds from one another?

“I would rather get trampled by a bull.” He sighed as he scrolled through his phone, “She keeps doing this, anytime she can she uses my name to get hers out there. Farkle keeps going along with her on this, I don’t know why, I’m not sure I want to know why.”

Riley pretended to understand, she wasn’t sure she understood the dynamic of her former friends. “I was confused when I saw the post, it’s the kind of thing you probably would’ve mentioned.”

“Yeah, if it were true.” He sighed looking out to the ocean, the moonlight reflecting on the waves. “You two were best friends at one point, but once you and Zay went on tour, she changed. It was like whatever anchored her was gone. But at the same time, no one could ever expect you to spend your entire life being the good angel on her shoulder.”

Riley hadn’t realized just how much she needed to hear that; years of guilt washed away from her. “I’ve always felt like I abandoned her, but Zay and me, we had to do this.” She smiled, “Do I wish somethings had worked out a little differently, maybe, but I love my life, I love my job, I could never really be Riley if I spent my life keeping Maya out of trouble. I lost part of myself doing that once, I couldn’t imagine still doing that now.”

“I’m glad you found something that makes you happy.” Lucas confessed, catching the moonlight reflecting off her messy bun as he looked over to her.

“Are you happy, playing football? I always thought you would be a baseball star.”

Lucas sighed, “Football paid for college, and then I got drafted. I’ve made good money; I get to do stuff for the community. Is it the path I expected to take, not at all? Did I ever expect to be dancing with my first love on national TV, no.”

“Goes for me as well.” She chuckled, “You know once it’s revealed that we’re partners, how long do you think before our past is revealed?”

“Depends on who tweets during the show. If someone who remembers us as together from high school, maybe ten minutes. If not, maybe a day, if we’re lucky.”

“Well hopefully we’re lucky.” Riley breathed in the ocean air one last time, “You, bed.”

“Oh Riley, I thought you’d never ask.” He teased, watching her roll her eyes, “I get it, I need to sleep. I should call Farkle and get the picture taken down.”

“Let it stay up. Maya is probably selling a story about how you proposed right, the date, the restaurant, all of that, when you and I dance together tomorrow night, she’ll be scrambling, and you can get the truth out.”

“You think?”

“Yeah.” Riley told him as she clutched her cell phone in her hand. “Good night Lucas. We’ve got a big day tomorrow. America is either going to love us or hate us.”

“How could America not love you Riley?”

She shrugged as she went back into her room, “sweet dreams.” She called out before looking at the picture again. She pinched it open to enlarge the ring, exactly as she suspected. She looked back to make sure her door was closed before she dialed the number, she’d saved for years but hadn’t used since high school.

“The number you’re calling using a screening service, please say who you are and why you’re calling.”

“Riley Matthews for Farkle Minkus, I was just wondering why Maya was wearing his mothers ring in the photo announcing her engagement to Lucas.” She felt her stomach knot as she waited to see if the call connected, it didn’t.

She turned her ringer off, putting her phone on the charger before she went to take a shower.

***

Farkle Minkus often wondered why he went along with Maya’s schemes, her little teasers to the press. Lucas rarely spoke to him anymore because of them, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t speak to him anytime soon after the latest one.

How had Maya even figured out his Instagram login? Farkle hadn’t used it for anything more then charity promotions in ages. For a genius, he sure could be a dum-dum at times.

He was sitting on the balcony of his New York penthouse, the city alive below him while an odd sense of serenity surrounded him. No stars visible in the night sky, but he knew exactly where certain constellations were at any moment.

He was waiting for Lucas to call, asking for him to take the picture down. At least then he could explain he hadn’t willingly posted it. This was Maya looking for attention.

Lucas had stopped giving into these whims in college, perhaps being across the country had mad it easier. Maybe Farkle gave in because Maya was the only friend, he really had left. Riley and Zay had long gone so many years ago, Lucas became a big football star, Maya held on to him, while Smackle found her way to a new Biodome project in the south west.

When his phone rang from an unknown number, he tapped the screen call option. As the message came in, he couldn’t believe it. He sat in shock, holding his bourbon close to his lips but not drinking it, frozen and missing a chance to take the call.

His eyes scanned the transcription. Riley called him. She reached out because she knew Maya was lying.

Maybe it was possible these games would end. If Riley could tell from an Instagram picture, then the world had to know that Maya and Lucas weren’t a couple. Perhaps there was a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.

He finally took a sip of his drink, starting to feel that perhaps a weight was being lifted off his shoulders he never intended to carry.

***

Lucas was oddly energized as he’d spent the last half an hour pacing in his trailer, waiting to be called to set to be ready to dance live on television. He’d ignored his phone all day after his morning call with his mother, it was the only way he could focus.

He stood backstage now, waiting for the cue, watching Zay dance on the monitor. His friend was amazing, he’d always known that. He had always had an idea that this might just be where Zay ended up, and he’d been right. Lucas had never anticipated Riley would be with him, not until the night he watched them dance at the talent show.

He shook away the memory as he watched Zay and Connie get their scores a six, seven, and another six. Not bad at all for the first night from what Zay had explained to him the other day. Lucas could only hope he and Riley did that well, but he believed they could.

The introduction package played as he and Riley took the stage, the lights down as the video showed their “first meeting” and the pep-talk he’d given her the day before.

“Lucas Friar and Riley!” The announcer declared before the music filled the soundstage, the lights went up and Lucas did every step Riley had taught him as best he could as they moved to the music. Each step she had drilled into him, his eyes on her as they danced to a song about love, while dressed in ridiculous high school themed costumes.

As the dance ended, he didn’t stumble this time, they twirled together before ending with a dip.

The audience applauded, at the very least they had impressed them. That was a good start. His heart was racing as they got feedback from the judges. Riley had told him to expect exactly what they were saying. She knew what his weakness was, and already zeroing in on it.

The scores came in, seven, seven, seven, the highest score of the night. Riley was hugging him as the hosts asked for viewers to cast their votes online.

“You did amazing Lucas, I’m proud of you. Tomorrow, we waltz!” She told him as they made their way off stage.

“Riley Matthews.” Sheryl was right behind them, her tone let Riley knew she had to stop.

“Yes, boss?”

“Why didn’t you tell me the two of you went to high school together?”

“We didn’t think it mattered to the show. We haven’t seen each other since Riley and Zay started touring.” Lucas answered.

“Besides, aren’t surprises more fun?” Riley chewed her lower lip.

Sheryl looked at the two of them, “And you didn’t want me to exploit that you were high school sweethearts, huh?”

“No comment.” Riley told her as they walked towards the dressing trailers, “Hey Sheryl, hope we’ve got good music next week.”

“I make no promises.” Sherly laughed as she watched them walk away, setting her eyes on Zay. If anyone knew the story, it would be him.

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pulpwriterx · 3 years

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THE RISE AND FALL OF KYLO REN (CHAPTER TWO)

Chapter Two: The Punk and the Godfather

Two Years Later

Han Solo had no idea what Snoke’s Number One guy would want with a smuggler like him, but he was about to find out.

The Stormtrooper brought him and Chewie to a conference room.

The big man in a black mask and a black cape sitting at the head of the table brought back some bad memories.

Han was in the presence of another Vader.

He could feel it.

“Take their binders off. Leave us.” The man told the trooper.

The trooper did as he was ordered.

“Come to the head of the table, gentlemen.”

Han sat on one side of the Man in the Black Mask, and Chewie sat on the other.

“Did either of you pirates ever wonder what the Empire did with sixty years of the spoils of Galactic war? I know more than do do. A good chunk of it ended up on this ship. The Finalizer. I asked Master Snoke for this ship. But he wasn’t inclined to give it to me. So, a couple of years ago? I took it. The ship is mine. And so is everything in it. Did you know that before I took this ship, the Galactic black market was completely disorganized? A bunch of small time operators, with no supply chain, and nobody in charge. Untalented amateurs. Now? You can get whatever you want, on any First Order ship, or base. And to some extent , along the Outer Rim. For a price. But that’s not enough for me. It’s so small-time. But then again, Captain Solo? So are you.”

“Look, pal, if you’re going to kill us, kill us. But I’m not going to sit here and listen to shit like that coming from a guy like you!”

“Sure you are. Because there’s money in it for you.”

“Money?” Han asked.

Chewbacca coughed into his hand.

He was trying not to laugh.

“Yes. Money. And something better than money. Did the trooper walk you past the hangar. Did you see the black, streamlined YT-2400? She’s my ship. I called her the Hellfire. You know how I could afford a ship like that? I’m sitting on a gold mine. Imperial gold coins by the chestful, guns and coaxium are just the tip of the iceberg. But I have no Galactic network. No connections, outside the Hutt Syndicate. Not like Han Solo does.”

“You want me to go into business with you?”

The masked man kicked a black chest over to Han.

“That’s one of my chests full of Imperial Gold Coins. I also have a First Order Captain’s Medal for you. And one for your co-pilot. And don’t worry that I’ll make you do all the dirty work. The Hellfire is the fastest ship in the Galaxy. She made the Kessel Run in 11.5 parsecs. I had to fry three engines, put in an experimental space-time hyprerdrive, fry another engine, spend a fortune on streamlining and retractable hoods for my guns. Not to mention I almost got myself killed, several times. To do it, I had to fly the Hellfire sideways through a pocket in space-time while at lightspeed. But I did it. I beat you, you old pirate son of a bitch.”

The truth finally hit Han Solo like a ton of bricks.

“Ben? Ben, holy Mother Force, is that you inside that tin can, kid?”

Kylo Ren released the mechanism that loosened his mask, and took it off.

“Who the fuck else would it be?”

Han had about five faces that he normally made.

He cycled through all of them in less than a minute.

“Am I going into business with you, or with the First Order?”

“Me. They’re convenient for my purposes.”

“Who?”

“The First Order. I’ll use them to finish my grandfather’s work. But there’s only one problem with finishing his journey.”

“There’s no money in it.”

“Not a red farkling cent. I’ve already got my command crew loading up the Falcon. They’re loyal to me. They won’t talk.”

“Because they’re afraid of you?”

“No. Because I’m a good commander, and I never ask them to do anything I won’t do. Because they respect me. And because I cut them all in for a piece of the action. You’re my father, Solo, and I don’t want to kill you. So I hope you take the deal.”

“Listen to him talking tough, Chewie. Kid, I never knew you took the family business so seriously. I just thought you wanted to get away from Jedi School.”

“Well, I did that, didn’t I?”

Kylo Ren smirked.

“Yeah, you did. Of course I’ll take the deal.”

“Good.”

Kylo Ren took his glove off, and extended his hand to his father.

He and Han Solo shook on it.

***

“But you can’t leave me, Kiera! I love you! I freed you and your whole family from slavery! I saved your life! I’ve given you everything you ever asked for. Tell me what more you want? Anything? Anything in the Galaxy? It’s yours. Your family. Do they need a new house? More money? Anything.”

“Kylo, I am grateful to you for your mercy and your generosity. In spite of everything you do, you’re still a good man at heart. And you really are some kind of man. But I can’t live like this, anymore! Your secrets, your moods, your nightmares! You’re…a whole bunch of guys, and some of them? They scare me. I hate to break your heart, I do, because you’ve given me everything. And I know I’ll never find another man like you. But that’s part of the problem. I’m an ordinary woman. You don’t need an ordinary woman. You need somebody like you.”

“You’re leaving me, too! Just like in Jedi School! Why? Why do you all leave me?”

“Your love’s too heavy on the human soul, Kylo. I’ll never forget you. Or what you’ve done for me. But I can’t bear it. You’re going to break me. I can feel it.”

Kylo Ren sighed.

“I understand. I’ll take you back to Tattoine. But not before I buy you that garage you always wanted.”

“You don’t have to do that, Kylo.”

“Yes I do. If you have to leave me? I want to make sure you do it with a solid-gold parachute. Will you still be my mechanic?”

“Yeah. And when you come to get some work done? Don’t feel like you need to stay at an inn.”

***

“Kylo, let me in.”

“Go away, Phasma!”

She let herself in.

“Why do you do this to yourself? Every time, you think this one, this girl’s the one. I love her, and she’ll never kick me in the teeth and take me for everything but the clothes on my back. And every time, you’re wrong!”

“Maybe if you had more than two days a week for me, Phasma?”

“That’s more than enough, Kylo. But maybe we’ll make it three, for a while. Unless we try to kill each other. Now, wouldn’t you like to take a bath, and shave, and brush your teeth? You stink of self-pity and Huttese whiskey.”

***

Kylo Ren's face, behind his mask, was incredulous.

“I’m not following you, Solo. What the fark are you talking about?"

He really wanted a drink.

But he had the mask on.

“Look, Ren, you’re kidding yourself if you think Her Generalship is done with you. And if you think Snoke is going to continue to let me live? It ain’t gonna be money, money, money, and business as usual, forever. She’s going to push from one end and he’s going to push from the other. And eventually? We're going to be in a tight spot where Leia sends me to get you, and Snoke orders you to get me. So we have to make a plan for it.”

Kylo Ren called to the barmaid.

“Bring me a pitcher of Corellian Ale, a bottle of Huttese whiskey, a packet of cigarillos and a double serving of tonight’s special. And whatever Captain Solo wants.”

In the dark, smoky cantina, Kylo Ren took off his mask, and gloves.

In the three years they had been in business, he had never done that.

Ben had a black eye, and a full beard under it, and his hair fell to his shoulders.

Two of the fingers he ran through his hair were taped together, and all of his knuckles were black and blue.

Even in the dark, Han could see that the kid wasn’t at his best.

But that wasn’t all he could see.

“I know. I need a shave, and a haircut, and I look like hell. You were in the Infantry. You know what the Imperial Dirty Work is like. That, and Kiera left me. They always leave me. Where the fuck are my drinks?"

“Everybody is so full of shit! You don’t look like Vader, you look like me!” Han said, proudly.

"Great."

"Don't worry about that girl, kid. You get too serious about these women who are just in it to take what they can get from you. Let it go. She just wasn't the right one for you."

"Who is?"

"You'll know when you meet her. The Thunderbolt will come and knock you right on your ass."

The food and drinks came, and Kylo hid his face from the barmaid.

“How about a cold pack? He’s hiding his face because it looks like it’s been through a machine.” Han asked the barmaid.

“Yeah. I think I look like both of you. You, and my grandfather.” Ben said, after she left.

Kylo drank half off the picture of beer. He also tossed back the slick, viscous, oily Huttese whiskey, right from the bottle. Then, holding the cold pack against his injured eye with one hand, he started shoveling his food into his mouth with the other.

Han was going to ask him if he always drank like that, but it was obvious that the kid was tired, he was in pain, and he probably dragged himself out of bed just to come to the meeting.

“So what’s your plan, Solo?”

“Well, Kylo Skywalker had to come from somewhere, right? Back on Arkanis, he has to have a father. With a name. And papers. And a story. And who could a guy like Kylo Skywalker, AKA Kylo Ren trust to watch his back other than his own father?" Han said.

“You want to join the First Order?"

"No. I want to join my son, and make sure he doesn't die in battle, get assassinated, or drink himself to death."

There was a commotion at the door, and a tall blonde woman in an Imperial uniform pushed her way over to the table.

“What are you doing in this dive, Kylo?”

“Meeting my business partner, Captain.”

“Business partner!”

Phasma looked from one man to the other.

“Business partner! You are so full of religious nerfshit! That’s your father, isn’t it? Don't lie to me, Kylo. It's VERY obvious. Are you trying to impress him? He doesn’t look impressed! He looks worried and sad! Why are you always such a child?” Phasma insisted.

“Don’t talk to me like that, in public, in front of Solo!”

“Solo! What kind of a way is that to talk about your father? If I had treated my father with that kind of disrespect, I would not have lived long enough to learn enough from him to give him a warrior’s death! I didn’t know this meeting was with your own damn father! He would have waited, until you were in presentable shape!"

“Phasma, don't lecture me. I’ll leave with you when we’re done talking! Business doesn't wait until you're at your best."

"In your case, Kylo, that would be never."

Han averted the next phase of what he figured would be a long argument.

“Hold up, Vader Junior. How bad is he, sister?”

“My Lord Ren is supposed to be in bed.”

“I thought so. Well kid, think about it. Next month, we'll iron the whole thing out. Figure out when Han Solo disappears and Papa Kylo turns up.”

Ben pushed the bottle of whiskey across the table.

Han took a drink from it.

Kylo turned to Captain Phasma.

“Sit down. You came for this, Phasma, now you’re in it. But I’m warning you. Don’t try to cross me. Or Solo.”

“Or you'll kill me? You couldn’t.”

“No, but I could, sister. You want me to kill her, now, kid?” Han asked.

Casually.

“That won’t be necessary. Yet.”

“I wouldn’t cross you, Kylo. I can’t cross your son, General Solo. I owe him the debt of my life and my honor.”

“Oh. I see. And that’s all, huh? OK. I’ll play along. So, you get it, Ren?”

“So far. But then what?” Kylo Ren asked.

“Well, you and Captain Blondie have to keep up appearances and back my new identity until the war is over. It won’t be a farkling picnic for me. But it’ll keep the business going, and it’ll keep me alive. I know you don’t think you’d ever feel guilty about killing me, but trust me, Junior. Once I’m dead? You’ll miss me.”

Kylo finished his picture of beer and banged it on the table.

“You were a terrible father, Solo.”

“You hear that, Captain Blondie? I’m a rotten father. I left his mother. I’m in business with him. I meet up with him, in that mask. I never see his face. He calls me Solo. Every time I see him, I risk my life. His mother won’t see him. His uncle abandoned him. They won’t come near him, because of their fucking precious religion. Not now he’s embraced his inner Vader. But I don’t care. He’s my son. Whatever he does, whoever he is? He’s my son. And I’m with him. That’s right, you spoiled farkling brat! I’m a rotten father.”

"Okay, so you're not as bad as you used to be. But I'm worse than ever. Worse every day. Let's face it, Solo. Nobody in this farkling Galaxy gives a damn about me."

“I do. Why the hell do you think I don’t wanna die? Somebody in this family has to know what the fark is going on. You got some brains, alright, kid, but your mother and your Uncle Luke? Their heads are are full of Jedi nerfshit, and they don't know what the fark is going on."

Kylo Ren raised his pitcher.

"I'll drink to that, Solo." He said.

Link to Chapter Three- Tainted Love

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ilya-sorokins · 5 years

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Prompt: cliche as fuck Lucaya break up Lucas moves. Comes back years later to find out Maya has a kid. His kid but he doesn't know. And no one will tell him.

so i think i got this ask in 2017 (tumblr really ought to put dates on these things) HOWEVER i started it like as soon as a got it, and i forgot about it for like a year, and i FINALLY finished it! pls keep in mind that this was written over the course of at least a year and a half and no one proofread it lmao. also lucaya is pretty much dead so i’m not expecting much out of this.

title: everything’s gonna be alrightword count: 7k+ship: lucaya, side riarkleao3

It all starts when Lucas Friar is offered a job. Not just any job, though. A job in Texas. A job that’s approximately 1,743 miles away from New York City. It’s also a job that’s approximately 1,743 miles from Maya Hart.

When he first tells Maya, she laughs, “You’re kidding, right?” But his face says otherwise. “Wait, you aren’t seriously considering accepting the offer, are you?”

“I’ve already accepted, Maya,” he tells her gently, squeezing her hand in his. “One of my former professors recommended me for the position, and the pay is amazing. I couldn’t turn it down.”

“What about me?” she asks, taking her hand from his and crossing her arms. She pinches herself repeatedly, thinking, This is just a dream, you’ll wake up and laugh at such a crazy idea. Lucas isn’t moving to Texas any time soon.

Brows furrowed, Lucas responds, “I assumed you would come with me. We were planning on moving in together soon, anyways.”

He reaches to take her hand again, but she moves away from his touch. Shocked at her reaction, he inches away from the blonde, a chasm beginning to grow between them.

“Lucas, you do realize that I have a life here, right?” she snaps, clenching her fists in her lap. “I have a family, friends, a damn job. I can’t just uproot my life.”

“I know,” he says slowly, thoughts churning in his head, “I just–well, I thought you’d want to come with me. We love each other. I’d planned on spending my life with you.”

The anger inside Maya quickly boils down into sadness and heartbreak. “I do love you, Lucas,” she begins, tears welling in her blue eyes, “but if you actually take this job, if you actually leave, then we’re done. There can’t be an us if you’re halfway across the country.”

“Then I guess we’re over,” he says simply. “I can’t turn down this opportunity. I’d never forgive myself. Maybe one day you’ll understand that, Maya.”

She’s so shocked that she doesn’t even realize he’s left until the door slams. Then the floodgates open and sobs wrack her tiny body. Tears stream down her cheeks, dripping onto her chest.

Maya cries so violently she ends up making herself sick. She runs to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before she vomits.

But the burn in her throat is nothing compared to the pain of her broken heart.

On autopilot, the woman gets up from the floor to brush her teeth. As she looks in the mirror, her disheveled reflection shows her mascara stained cheeks and post-vomit session hair. Normally Maya would fix herself up, make herself look presentable, but she can’t bring herself to do it.

It’s not like she has anyone to impress anymore.

Before she starts crying again, she decides to make a call. She finds her phone and goes to her favorite contacts. Before long, she’s greeted with a chirpy, “Peaches! How’d it go? I’ve been thinking about it all day!”

She takes a deep breathe. “I didn’t get to tell him, Riles. We just broke up.”

“What?!” Riley screeches, her tone dripping in shock. “Why? I thought you all were happy.”

“So did I,” the blonde muses. “He accepted a position in back in Austin without talking to me about it. He just assumed I’d go with him.”

The other woman’s gasp can be heard through the phone. “That’s terrible. I’m so sorry, Maya.”

“I wish I could go with him,” she says honestly. “It’s not like I can. I’ve worked too hard to get my teaching job to just leave.”

“I agree with you, but what about–”

“The baby?” Maya finishes for her. The awkward silence is an answer enough. “He’s not going to find out that I’m pregnant. He doesn’t need to know. When he chose the job over me, he lost his right to know about my life. Plus, I was raised by a single mom, and I turned out okay. At least I think I did. We’ll make do.”

“Peaches, do you want me to come over?” Riley asks, concerned about her friend.

“You don’t need to do that…” she answers, trailing off. “But if you want to, I wouldn’t be opposed to eating ice cream and watching Friends in our pajamas.”

Her best friend laughs and it’s the first time Maya smiles since Lucas told her about the job offer.

“Okay, I’ll grab a few pints of Ben and Jerry’s and head over. Be there in thirty?”

Maya responds, “That works. Thank you, Riles. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

The blonde lets out a breath, “Let’s hope.”

When she ends the call, she drops her hand to her still-flat stomach.

I guess it’s just me and you now, kiddo, she thinks, rubbing small circles. Everything’s gonna be alright.

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On a scorching day in the late spring, Maya gives birth to a beautiful baby girl after an incredibly long labor. She has wisps of dark blonde hair and her mother’s piercing blue eyes. The first person to hold her after her mother is Riley.

“She’s perfect, Maya,” the brunette whispers, holding the newborn in her arms. “Did you pick her name?”

She nods, looking at the sleeping baby in her friends arms, “Lucy Jane Hart. Lucy means light, and this little one is the light of my life.”

Riley says, “I love it. She’s lucky to have such a great mom.”

“I hope you’re right. I really, really hope so.”

While this moment occurs in New York, Lucas is returning to an empty apartment in Texas. He’s had yet another boring day at work, and every part of him misses Maya.

There have been several nights where he’s had a few drinks and almost called her, but even when he’s drunk he can’t forget her words.

If you actually leave, then we’re done.

And Lucas left. He made that decision. With each day that passes, his mistake becomes more and more apparent.

As he opens his first beer of the night, he says to nothing, “I miss Maya,” and wishes she was there with him.

At the same time, Maya holds her daughter and says, “I miss Lucas,” and wishes he was there with her.

But neither knows they’re thinking the same thing, and they go on with their lives. One day at a time.

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Almost six years later, Maya hears the words she never thought she’d hear.

“Lucas is back,” Farkle tells her over the phone. “He’s literally on his way to my apartment as we speak.”

It comes as such a shock to her body that she finds herself doubled over her classroom’s trash can, throwing up her lunch. Luckily it’s after school hours, so she won’t have any curious middle school students asking, “Miss Hart, are you okay?”

(Because her answer would be no, Miss Hart is not okay.)

“Maya,” she hears through her cell. “Maya, are you still there?”

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, picking up her phone to answer him. “I’m still here. I just threw up everything in my stomach.”

“Shit, Maya,” he says with a sigh. “I knew you wouldn’t be excited, but I didn’t think you’d react that badly.”

“Tell me about it,” she mutters. She hadn’t thrown up since her morning sickness days. Maya’s generally a healthy person. Except when she finds out the father of her child is back in town. That easily upsets her stomach. “Is he back for good?”

“Yes. He’s transferring to a vet’s office in the city,” Farkle tells her. “He asked to stay with us for a few nights, he can’t move into his apartment until Monday.”

“Oh, fuck,” Maya curses. “He’s gonna want to see me, isn’t he?”

“He’s already asked about you. He didn’t waste any time.”

A blush spreads across her cheeks and she’s immediately thankful to be alone right now. “Dammit,” she curses again.

“Uh, Maya,” he says, “You do remember what day it is, right?”

The woman’s eyes trail to her desk calendar. Thursday. What’s so special about Thurs– “Fuck, you all have Lucy right now!” she remembers. Riley always watches the five year old at her and Farkle’s place so Maya can stay at the school and finish up some work. “Wait–you said he’s on his way now?!”

“That’s what I said.”

“Shit! He’s gonna know she’s not yours!” she rambles, grabbing her bag. “I’m leaving the school right now. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“You’ll probably get here right before him.”

“Oh, I will be there before him,” Maya promises, exiting the building. She hangs up the phone and books it to the Minkus-Matthews apartment.

When she arrives, she’s drenched in sweat and her feet are on fire. Silently she curses herself for picking style over comfort when it came to today’s shoes. The wedges seemed like a great idea this morning.

Letting herself in, Maya calls out, “Hello?”

Seconds later the pitter-patter of tiny feet can be heard. Lucy crashes into her mother, nearly knocking Maya down, greeting, “Mommy! You’re early!”

“I just missed you so much!” she tells her, stooping down to her level. The little girl beams at her, ecstatic at the surprise.

“I missed you, too, Mommy! I had so much fun at school today!” she tells her, jittering with energy.

Maya laughs, wondering exactly how fun a day of first grade could be. Nonetheless, she replies, “I can’t wait to hear all about it, little bug. Where’s Auntie Riley and Uncle Farkle?”

The girl grabs her hand, leading her through the apartment. In the kitchen she finds the couple, where they are speaking in heated whispers, undoubtedly over Lucas’ impending arrival.

“Peaches!” Riley says, still greeting with the childhood nickname. “How was your day?”

“It was great until I got the news,” she says, letting out a sigh. She looks around to see what Lucy’s doing, but she’s too busy showing Farkle her new book to eavesdrop. “I’m scared, Riley.”

The woman’s face falls. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Maya. Plus, it could be good, you know,” she tells her, then her voice drops to a whisper, “Meeting her dad.”

Maya shakes her head, “I don’t know, Riles. It’s always been us. Lucy’s never even asked about her dad. Anyways, he may not even want her.”

The brunette narrows her eyes, “You know that’s not true. He will do everything for her once he finds out. Plus, Lucy will start asking about him sooner rather than later.”

As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, she knows she’s right. Lucas isn’t the type to abandon his own daughter. If anything, he’ll want to make up for nearly six years of lost time. And Maya also knows that he’s going to be heartbroken that she never told him. But she’ll cross that road when she comes to it.

And just because Lucy isn’t curious about her dad now, doesn’t mean she won’t ever be. Maya knows that from experience.

When the doorbell rings and interrupts her thoughts, she nearly collapses. Oh, god, I’m seeing Lucas Friar for the first time in almost seven years, she thinks, taking a deep breath and exhaling.

“I’ve got it!” Farkle calls out, headed towards the door. A curious Lucy attempts to trail behind him, but Maya quickly gets her attention.

“Lucy, honey, come here!” she calls.

The little girl walks over, “Yes, Mommy?”

“We’re gonna head home soon, do you have all your stuff together?”

She pauses, thinking about the question. She shakes her head, “Nope. I will get all my things.”

The woman smiles. “Thank you, baby girl.”

Quickly Lucy runs off to do as she’s told.

Moments later, a new voice nearly stops her heart. A voice that she hasn’t heard in nearly 7 years, but still causes her knees to weaken, and her cheeks to flush.

“Wow, Shortstack, you’ve barely changed,” Lucas walks into the kitchen, setting his bags down on the tile.

Heart pounding rapidly, Maya replies, “Same goes to you, Ranger Rick.”

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, but Riley swoops in to hug him. She easily distracts the man from his ex-girlfriend. The brunette badgers him with questions about his time in Texas and his new job here.

Maya almost thinks she’ll be able to sneak out without him noticing, but then her lovely daughter barrels into the room, huge backpack engulfing her tiny body as she yells, “Mommy, I’m ready to go!”

Lucas turns around, looking at the child, then up to the blonde, “Maya, you have a daughter?”

“Yes,” she answers, holding her daughter close to her. She bends down, introducing her little girl, “Lucy, this is Lucas. He’s one of Mommy’s… old friends.”

“Hi,” she sticks her hand out, “Nice to meet you, Lucas.”

Stooping down to her level, he smiles and shakes her tiny hand, “Hi, Lucy. Nice to meet you, too. How old are you?”

“I am five–but I am almost six!” she answers, very excited about her upcoming birthday. “I will be six on May 15th!”

“That’s very soon. I can see why you’re excited.” He looks back up to Maya, then says, “She’s beautiful, looks just like you.”

Somehow, her cheeks flush an even brighter red as she says, “Thank you, Lucas.” She grabs Lucy’s hand, “Let’s go, little bug.”

“Okay!” she says, grinning. “Bye, Lucas! Bye, Auntie Riley and Uncle Farkle!”

Before they head out, Lucas comes up to her, “Maya?”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering, um, maybe–if you’re okay with it? Could we, uh, have dinner sometime? Catch up?” he asks. “But only if you want to!”

Maya is slightly taken aback by the offer, but still finds herself saying, “Sure. Shoot me a message–my number’s still the same.”

He smiles, “Great. See you around.”

“Yeah. See you around,” she replies, then shuffles her daughter out the door.

Once they get outside and head towards the subway, Lucy asks, “Mommy, why is your face so red?”

The woman blushes even more. “Just hot, sweetie. Let’s go home.”

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“So why didn’t you all tell me that Maya has a kid?” Lucas asks his friends after she leaves.

Farkle shrugs, “It’s not like it really came up in conversation. You didn’t ask about her until today.”

“Is the–is the father in the picture?” he questions. He didn’t even think about her not being single when he asked her to dinner. (Not that this dinner has to be a date, by any means. But he really, really wants it to be a date.)

“No,” Riley answers quickly. She looks uncomfortable as she goes on, “They broke up before she found out she was pregnant. He never found out…”

“Damn,” Lucas replies, rubbing the back of his neck. Every part of him knew Maya would’ve moved on from him, but he never would’ve imagined that she had a child. Hell, based on the age of her daughter, she must’ve moved on almost immediately.

The brunette adds, “Well, she’s doing great. Maya’s a great mom, and Lucy is a great kid.”

“I can imagine,” he comments. Pasting on a fake smile, he changes the subject, “What about you all? The wedding is soon, yeah?”

The couple launches into details about their impending nuptials, but even seeing the immense happiness on their faces isn’t enough to distract his own thoughts.

When his transfer got approved, his first thought was just Maya. Maya is in New York. He’s back in New York. Lucas hoped that things could back to how they were before. Before he left her for a job that he hated.

But Maya has a daughter, a beautiful little girl that is the center of her life. She won’t drop everything to go back to the man that broke her heart. Besides, she may not want him back anyways.

But I still love her, he thinks. I never stopped loving her.

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“Alright, little bug,” Maya sing songs, brushing out Lucy’s wet hair, “It is definitely bedtime.”

The young girl frowns, “Do I have to?”

“Yes,” she nods, kissing the top of her head, “you have school tomorrow, and Mommy has to work. So, it’s bedtime. Go brush your teeth so I can tuck you in.”

Lucy obliges, running off to the bathroom. While she’s in there, Maya gets a call from an unsaved number.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Maya. Can you talk right now?”

Lucas’ voice comes as a slight shock. She hadn’t expected him to contact her so soon. “Oh, hey, Lucas,” she responds after a moment of silence. “I’m getting ready to tuck Lucy in, can you wait a few minutes?”

“Shit, sorry,” he stammers. “I can call you back or–”

“No, no,” she tells him. “It’ll just take a few minutes. Stay on the call, okay?”

He agrees, and Maya leaves her phone on her bed. When she gets to Lucy’s room, she’s already in her bed, waiting patiently.

“Okay, little bug,” she says, taking her seat on the edge of her bed. The blonde starts tucking the blankets up around her daughter, then plants a kiss on her cheek, “I love you, Lucy. Sleep tight, baby girl.”

“I love you, too, Mommy,” Lucy tells her, snuggling into bed.

Maya picks her favorite teddy off the floor, then hands it to her. She gives her one last kiss, saying, “Good night.”

Before she leaves the room she makes sure the night light is on and switches the rest off. When she gets back to her own bedroom, she picks up her phone and asks, “You still there?”

“Yeah,” Lucas answers. “I wanted to… I wanted to know how you were doing? We didn’t really get to talk earlier… And it’s been a long time.”

“I’m good, I guess,” she says, walking out of her bedroom and to the kitchen. If I’m gonna talk to him, I’m pouring myself a glass of wine, she tells herself, grabbing the bottle from the fridge. “I keep busy. I’m still the art teacher at our old middle school, and being a single mom isn’t exactly easy.”

He laughs, “I can imagine she’s a handful. But she seems wonderful, Maya. I can’t get over how much she looks like you. She’s your twin.”

Taking a big gulp from her glass, she says, “Thank you. She’s perfect. I can’t imagine life without her. I didn’t know my life was missing something until she was placed in my arms.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,” he tells her. “I’ve thought a lot about you.”

Without thinking, she replies, “I’ve thought a lot about you, too, Ranger Rick.”

“Really?” he asks in disbelief. “I figured you hated me.”

Maya takes another sip of her wine. “I could never hate you. You know that.”

Lucas’ deep breath can be heard through the call, “You had every right to.”

“I did,” she agrees, “but I never once hated you.”

It’s not a lie. Even throughout her entire pregnancy, the late night feedings, and the days where she just wanted someone to hold her, Maya never hated Lucas. She couldn’t hate him, he gave her Lucy. But, she had missed him. She would’ve done anything to have him back by her side.

“Do you think we could do dinner this Saturday night?” he asks, “I wasn’t sure if you had a sitter, or if you even wanted to.”

She laughs, “I’d love to. It’ll be nice to have some company that isn’t five years old, or a middle school student, or a stressed couple planning the wedding of the century.”

“They really are going over the top, aren’t they?” Lucas jokes. The Minkus-Matthews’ wedding won’t be one to miss. “So–Saturday at 6? I’ll text you the address.”

“As long as my sitter is free, I’m in,” she says.

“Great. I’ll let you go now,” he responds. “Bye, Maya.”

“Bye, Lucas,” she says, then ends the call. She downs the rest of her wine, then calls her best friend. As soon as Riley answers, Maya greets with, “I think I just agreed to a date with Lucas Friar.”

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“Mommy, why do you look so fancy?” Lucy asks, watching her mother carefully apply her nude lipstick.

“I’m going to a fancy dinner, so I have to look fancy,” Maya answers, pouting her lips in the mirror. Naturally, the girl imitates her, causing the woman to chuckle. “Are you excited to spend the night with Nana?”

“Yeah!” she exclaims, bouncing on her heels. “Nana and I are gonna make sketti and meatballs! Then we’re gonna watch a movie!”

“Wow!” she enthuses, pushing a loose curl out of Lucy’s eyes. “It sounds like you all are gonna have so much fun.”

“We will!”

Maya sends her off to put her shoes on, and she slips her heels on herself. Checking her reflection, she smoothes out her dress and checks her hair one last time. She’s wearing a deep red halter dress that hugs her curves, paired with her trusty black pumps. Once she’s ready, she heads out with Lucy in tow.

After she drops Lucy off at her mom’s place (with the promise of having her in bed by 8:30, but Maya knows Katy is a sucker and will let her grandbaby stay up way past her bedtime), she hails a cab to the upscale Italian restaurant. When she arrives, she immediately spots her date, and her knees go wobbly.

Lucas looks good. He’s wearing a navy blue suit, which is Maya’s absolute weakness. She greets him with, “Well, you still clean up pretty well, Cowboy.”

“Thanks, Shortstack,” He grins, looking her up and down, “You look gorgeous, Maya.”

Her heart feels like it could burst out of her chest, but she tries to ignore the feeling. “Thank you, Lucas.”

Their hands brush together as they walk into the restaurant, but they both pull away quickly, blushing.

(Maya hopes her blush isn’t as bad as she believes it is, because she feels as red as her dress at the moment.)

(Lucas thinks the exact same thing as he gives his name for the reservation.)

They’re taken to a secluded table near the back. “Enjoy your dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Friar,” comments the hostess.

Maya wants to correct her, but she decides to keep her mouth shut. Once she’s out of earshot, she laughs, “Awkward.”

The man chuckles in agreement, grabbing the wine list, “Red or white?”

“Hmm,” she ponders, tapping her chin in thought. “Red.”

When the waiter arrives, he orders a whole bottle of Cabernet for the two of them– the price nearly makes her faint, but he doesn’t seem phased. Before the wine even makes it to the table, Lucas apologizes, “Can I just go ahead and say I’m sorry? Because I am so sorry.”

“For what, exactly?” she responds, busying her hands with the dinner napkin in her lap. She can only imagine where this conversation will go.

He lets out a deep sigh, “For being so stupid all those years ago. I never should’ve accepted the job offer without talking to you first.”

The blonde says, “It’s okay, Lucas. The past is the past. It’s not like we can go back and change it. I’ve gotten over it.” No I haven’t, she thinks.

“I wish I could,” he admits, rubbing his hands together. “You know, I ended up hating that job. Biggest regret of my life.”

Sensing his distress, Maya reaches across the table to grab his hand. Instantly, she feels him relax. She tells him, “We’ve all made mistakes, even me. We’re only human.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think your mistakes led to losing the love of your life,” he comments, rubbing his thumb across her hand.

My mistake led to our daughter growing up without a father, she thinks, but doesn’t voice. There’s a time and place for that conversation, and it’s definitely not right here, right now. “Well,” she starts, “I’m here now, right?”

He nods, “Yes.”

“So you didn’t completely lose me,” she points out. “I could’ve turned down this offer. I have lots of shows I could be catching up on right now. There are plenty of medical dramas waiting for me to binge.”

Lucas laughs a true laugh. It’s a sound she’s missed so much, something she’s wanted to hear again. “Thank you for coming, then.”

“You’re welcome,” she responds. “Okay, so it’s been almost seven years. A lot can happen in that much time…”

“Yeah, like you having a daughter. I can’t believe you have a kid,” he teases, then quickly adds, “Not that it’s a bad thing, by any means. She’s adorable, I’m just still shocked, to be honest.”

Maya fakes a chuckle. If only you knew she was yours, she thinks. “She’s wonderful. I may be biased, but she’s the smartest almost six year old I’ve ever met. I put her into kindergarten when she was four–even though everyone told me she was too young–and her teacher said she’s ahead of most of her classmates. So they’re pretty sure she’ll be offered a spot in the accelerated program in few years, but there’s no guarantee–” then she stops and throws her hands up, saying, “Oh god, I’m rambling about my kid. I’m being the worst date right now.”

This time, Lucas grabs her hand to calm her down. “It’s fine,” he laughs. “At least you have something to talk about. I have nothing.”

“I’m sure you did something interesting in the past seven years.”

“Nope. Nothing.”

“Seriously?” she asks, “No crazy vet stories? Crazy farm stories? Crazy date stories?”

He chuckles at the last question. “I had a woman bring me her duck that was actually a chicken. I didn’t live on a farm, my apartment was downtown. Definitely no memorable dates.”

The wine arrives and the server takes their order. Once he leaves, Maya takes a sip of her wine and says, “So no dates, huh?”

Shaking his head, he replies, “There were dates, but nothing special. No one made it past the third date.”

“Hmm,” she hums, taking another drink.

“Have you dated anyone?” he asks, then realizes his mistake. “Shit–you have a kid. I’m an idiot.”

Yes, Lucas, you are an idiot because you haven’t even realized that she’s yours! she thinks. You went to school for eight years to become a veterinarian yet you can’t do the math to realize you’re the father!

“I’ve done the same as you, really,” she says, and it’s the truth. There were a few men, and one woman, but nothing worked out. “I’ve always been focused on Lucy, so I haven’t worried much about dating.”

He takes a moment to refill her empty wine glass, then says, “If you don’t mind me asking, why isn’t Lucy’s dad in the picture?”

“I never told him I was pregnant,” she answers too quickly.

“Riley told me that much, but why didn’t you tell him?” he quizzes curiously, sipping from his own glass.

Avoiding eye contact, she says, “I–Uh, can we not talk about that right now?” Immediately, he goes in for the apology, but she interrupts him, “Don’t be sorry, it’s just not my favorite thing to talk about.”

“Understandably so,” he agrees. The Texan turns the conversation around, “Tell me about your job. I know you’re at our old school…”

The rest of their date goes by without a hitch. They talk without asking the wrong questions, enjoy a great meal, and leave together–nearly drunk after purchasing a second bottle of wine.

(“The amount of money you spent on this meal would make my bank account cry,” she comments as he signs the bill.

He just waves it off, tipping the server substantially for dealing with them.)

“Come back to my place with me,” she offers, stumbling against him as he attempts to hail a cab. “Lucy is with my mom. Staying all night.”

He takes a moment to respond, making her think he’s going to say no. However, he eventually agrees, “Okay,” leading her into the cab.

The entire ride to her place Maya stays pressed against his side, while Lucas keeps a hand on her thigh. The touch is enough to bring goosebumps to her skin and heat up her cheeks.

Once they arrive to their destination, she leads him up to her apartment. Before she can even get her key, he has her pressed against the door and they’re kissing.

It’s hot and heavy, as if years of being apart has built up to this very moment. Perched on her tiptoes to reach, her fingers find their way to his hair. He tastes like red wine, and still smells the same as he did seven years ago.

Breaking apart to breathe, they rest their foreheads against each other. The first to break the silence is Lucas. “I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you in that dress,” he discloses, caressing her cheek. “You look so fuckin’ hot in it. But, you know what?”

“What?” she says, breathing heavily.

“It’d look better on the floor,” he says, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“That’s the most god awful thing you’ve ever said,” she says, unlocking the door. “But it was kinda hot.” Dragging him by the tie, she takes him to her bedroom. She turns around, “Unzip me.”

“Gladly,” he obliges, taking his sweet time and admiring the view, running his knuckles down her spine. While she slips her dress and heels off, Lucas sheds his suit jacket and shirt.

“You still have way too much clothes on,” she comments, reaching for his belt. She removes it, throwing it carelessly. As she goes to unbutton his slacks, he stops her.

“Are you sure we should be moving this fast?” he asks seriously. “We had a really messy break up and I don’t want to fuck up our relationship aga–“

“Lucas, I want you to fuck me,” she states, “Right now.”

He crashes his lips onto hers, then says, “I’m more than happy to oblige.”

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The next morning Maya wakes up with a terrible headache and a worse feeling in her heart. She had sex with Lucas last night (absolutely amazing sex, but that’s beside the point), but she still hasn’t told him about Lucy. The guilt is tearing her up inside as she watches Lucas sleep, snoring quietly.

I’m about to ruin everything, she muses. Once the truth is out, he’ll never forgive me.

Maya rests her head against his bare chest, aimlessly running her fingers up and down his torso. Slowly he stirs, wrapping his arm around her to hold her close.

“G’morning,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her hair. When she doesn’t respond, he asks, “You okay, Maya?”

“Yeah–well, no, not really.” She sighs, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What’s up?” he asks, nonchalant. His fingers are threaded through her hair, playing with the golden strands. Just like he would all those years ago.

“Have you thought about how old Lucy is?” she asks.

“Five but almost six,” he answers, quoting the child, “Her birthday is coming up, May 15th, yeah?”

“Right. Now, when did you move to Austin?”

“September will mark seven years. But, Maya, what does that have to do–” then he stops. His fingers still in her hair, and that’s how she knows he’s figured it out. “Wait, is she, y’know, mine? I’m her…”

Nodding slowly, Maya finishes his thought for him, “Yeah, you’re her father, Lucas.”

For a few moments, they lay there. No one says anything, they just think. When he finally breaks the silence, Lucas sits up in bed and asks, “Did you find out you were pregnant before or after I left?”

“Before. I thought I may have been for about a week before you left, and I took six pregnancy tests to confirm it. I’d bought a little yellow onesie that said I love Daddy! to surprise you with. I was so excited, Lucas. My life was finally falling together. I had a good job, great friends, an amazing boyfriend, and as crazy as it sounds, I was so happy to find out I was pregnant. Yeah, she wasn’t planned, we weren’t married, hell, we weren’t even engaged. It was okay, though, because we were happy. So happy. Except everything changed when you came over and dropped a bomb on me.” Maya pauses to breathe, wiping away a tear that’s threatening to escape.

As she continues, her voice begins to falter, “I didn’t tell you, then you left. I went through the entire pregnancy alone, save for my mom and Riley. Morning sickness, weird cravings, the first kicks, and swollen ankles. All of it, by myself. It was so difficult. There were days that I just stayed home and cried my bed all day, wishing you were there with me. God, I just wanted you to come back. There were nights that I was going to call, but then I remembered what I said. ‘If you actually leave, then we’re done.’ And you left me. I wanted to hate you, but I couldn’t. I never could, because I loved you too much.”

Once the words leave her mouth, she feels as if a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders. She’s waiting for Lucas to scream and yell at her. She’s preparing herself for him to blow up, but that’s not what he does.

The first thing he says is, “God, Maya, I wish you would’ve told me. There is no job in the entire world that is more important that you and our daughter.” He pauses, then repeats himself. “Our daughter. We have a daughter…”

“Yeah, Lucas, we have a daughter. She’s perfect, so smart, and the most important thing to me,” Maya says, tears dripping down her face. “I wish I wasn’t so stupid. I should have told you sooner. You missed almost six years.”

He replies, “If I would’ve known, I would have dropped that job in a heartbeat. Being a father is so much more important than some job. I would have loved to watch Lucy grow up. And I would’ve been there for you, Maya. Every craving, doctor’s appointment, anytime you cried. I could’ve been there if you would have just told me.” He takes her hand back into his, softly rubbing circles on it.

“I know,” she admits. “It was selfish of me to keep this from you. Lucy deserves to know her dad, and you deserve to know your daughter.”

“Can I, then? Get to know her?” Lucas asks, a hopeful gleam in his green eyes.

The woman gives him a small smile, “Of course you can. I won’t keep her from you anymore, promise.”

“Thank you,” he says, squeezing her hand. “Can you tell me more about what I missed? Like, when she was a baby?”

Grinning, Maya starts, “She was such a good baby. She was always super happy, but had to be held at all times. If you put her down, you’d get an earful. I had to put her in a sling on my chest in order to get anything done…”

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Minutes turn into hours as Maya catches Lucas up on his daughter’s life. He’s full of questions, and she’s (mostly) full of answers. He learns about all the firsts in Lucy’s life.

(“First word?”

“No. Also her favorite word.”

“First Halloween?”

“A pumpkin. She spit up all over the costume.”)

When stories aren’t enough, Maya shows him pictures. She shows him her favorites, Lucy dressed up on her first Christmas with a bow wrapped around her little head, her first finger painting experience, and her first day of Kindergarten. With each missed memory, Lucas laughs, smiles, even cries a bit.

After seeing pictures of Lucy over the years, he asks, “When can we tell her?”

Maya pauses, “That you’re her dad? We could tell her soon…”

“How about… tonight?” Lucas proposes, “I’ve already missed enough time, Maya. I really want to be in my daughter’s life.”

The suggestion doesn’t come as much of a shock. Maya knew he’d want to tell Lucy soon, but she didn’t expect tonight. “Well…”

“I can take you all out tonight,” he suggests. “Dinner, on me. We could tell her after?”

She ponders on his offer. Though it’s sooner than she’d anticipate, it wouldn’t be a bad idea. “Okay,” she answers, then adds, “but you have to let me take the lead. I don’t want to shock her too much.”

“Deal.” Lucas grins, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you so much, Maya, for letting me become involved in her life. You really have no reason to let me in after what I did to you.”

She smiles, then pecks him on the lips. “It’s the least I can do. She’s just as much yours as she is mine. You have every right to be in her life. I’m sorry I kept you away before.”

“Stop apologizing, the past is the past. I’m ready to focus on the future,” he tells her, taking her hands into his. “Speaking of the future, what about our future?”

“What about it?”

“C’mon, Maya, you know what I mean. Last night was amazing.”

“It was,” she agrees. “But it doesn’t have to mean anything. We’d been drinking.”

He sighs, then replies, “But it did mean something to me, Maya. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I stepped off the plane into New York. If–if you want to, I want to be with you. Again.”

She knew this would come eventually. But it came sooner than she expected. “Lucas…” she trails off, thinking. “I don’t know.”

“We can try,” he offers, squeezing her hand in his. “We can try to have a relationship, and if it doesn’t work, then we’ll just be friends.”

Maya stays quiet for a moment, thinking. She wants to be with him, she really does. However, Lucas left her once before, he could surely do it again.

But at the same time, he knows about Lucy now. He seems so excited to be a dad, and be there for them. And, God, did she miss him. So many times, she has wished to be in his arms again, feel his kiss, hold his hand. Now she’s being given that opportunity again. That’s why she says: “Okay, let’s do it.”

Lucas grins, then dives in to kiss her. “You won’t regret this, I promise,” he says, holding her close.

Maya smiles, feeling happier than she has in a long, long time.

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Later that night, Maya finds herself shaking as she attempts to braid Lucy’s hair into two plaits. It’s about an hour before they plan to meet Lucas for dinner, and she hasn’t felt this nervous to do something since she was in labor, about to give birth and change her life forever.

“Ow!” Lucy shrieks when Maya accidentally tugs her hair too hard. “You hurt my head, Mommy.”

She kisses the little girl’s head, apologizing, “Sorry, baby, but we’re all done now.” She puts the finishing touches on Lucy’s hair, adding tiny bows to the end of each plait.

Lucy hops out of the kitchen chair, twirling in her dress. “Do I look pretty, Mommy?” she asks, batting her long eyelashes.

“You look beautiful, little bug,” Maya answers. Since it’s a special occasion, she let her wear her favorite pink dress. It was a gift from Riley, and cost more than someone should spend on a dress that’s somehow going to get paint and dirt on it within an hour. It never fails to amaze Maya how fast an outfit can get destroyed by a five year old.

Just as she finishes getting ready herself, Maya hears a knock at her apartment door. She goes to let Lucas in, and even in just jeans and polo, he looks good. “Hi, cowboy,” she greets, pecking him on the cheek before Lucy can see.

“Shortstack, long time no see,” he jokes, stepping into the small apartment. It’d only been a few hours since he’d left, just enough time for Maya to pick up Lucy from her mom’s apartment and get her ready.

“Ha-hur,” she teases with a wink. She calls for her daughter, “Lucy! Are you ready to go?”

The tiny blonde comes barreling into the room, knocking into her mother like usual. “Hi, Lucas,” she says, waving.

“Hi, Miss Lucy,” he tells her, stooping down to her level. “Are you excited for us to go to dinner?” She aggressively nods her head, beaming at him. “Well, we better head out!”

Quickly, Maya grabs her bag, and they head out to hail a cab, Lucas giving directions to the kid-friendly restaurant he picked out for dinner.

The whole ride there, Lucy talks up a storm. She tells Lucas all about her first grade teacher, friends, and even about the class goldfish.

(“His name is Rocko,” Lucy tells him, grinning widely. “I helped pick his name!”)

Once they enter the restaurant and get seated and order their food, Maya gives Lucas the look. Go time.

“Lucy, hon,” Maya starts, getting her daughter’s attention. “Mommy wants to talk to you, can you listen for a few minutes?”

The little girl immediately pauses her coloring on the kid’s menu. “Okay, Mommy.”

Maya takes a deep breath, and then feels Lucas grab her hand beneath the table. She smiles briefly at him, then says, “You know how your friends have a Mommy and a Daddy?”

“Not all my friends,” Lucy replies smartly, “Jamie has two mommies!”

The two adults laugh. “Yes,” Maya replies, “some people have a Mommy and a Daddy, or two Mommies or two Daddies.”

“But I only have a Mommy,” she says. “You always said I don’t have a Daddy.”

Maya’s heart breaks a little. “Well, Lucy, you actually do have a Daddy…” her voice starts to shake as she finally gets the words out, “you see, honey, Lucas is your Daddy.”

“Really?” Lucy asks, eyes lighting up. “I have a Daddy? Can I call you Daddy?”

She catches Lucas wiping away a stray tear before grinning, answering, “I would love it if you called me Daddy, Lucy, Only if you want to.”

The little girl beams, “Okay, Daddy. I want to.”

When Lucy was born, Maya never would have imagined that she would hear her daughter call Lucas her dad. She thought it would never happen after the way she left things with Lucas. However, years later, she’s hearing just that, and it is music to her ears.

“Lucy, I do have a question for you,” Lucas says, and Maya is unsure of what is to follow. “If it is okay with you, I want to spend more time with you and your Mommy. Would you like that?”

“Hmmm,” Lucy thinks, “I would like that. May I please color now?”

Maya snorts, only her daughter would be more concerned with drawing than finding out about her father. Typical five year old. “Yes, Lucy. You can color.”

While their daughter turns back to her art, Lucas turns to her, “Well, that went well.”

“As well as we could expect,” Maya answers, leaning her head onto Lucas’ shoulder. “You know, you’re a parent now. Your life is about to change forever.”

“Correct, Shortstack: We’re parents. Bring it on.”

“Challenge accepted, Huckleberry.”

#my writing #lucaya #girl meets world #lucaya fanfic #lucaya fanfiction #lucas friar #maya hart #wow this took forever #but i liked writing it even tho it took over a year

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mab2184 · 5 years

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Valentine’s Day- Joshaya Fanfic Chapter 1

Josh woke up suddenly with the familiar ringing of his alarm reverberating in his subconscious. It took him a couple of seconds however to notice that the song that usually woke him up- "It's a beautiful day," by U2 was NOT what was ringing in his ears. It was an obnoxiously loud and terribly sung birthday song. The tone was off-key and the voice sounded like one of those munchkin videos. Who the hell was singing like that?

He sat up on his bed and spun around towards the direction of the singing to notice none other than his college best friend, Andrew Watkins. Andrew was excitedly jumping up and down in the middle of Josh's dorm room as he bellowed out the birthday song at the top of his lungs and threw a bunch of confetti in the air, thereby littering Josh's impeccably clean dorm room. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST JOSHIEEEE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU! YAYYYY!"

"HOLY CRAP! ENOUGH DREW!" Josh yelled as he felt his ear drums close to bursting from his friend's terrible voice. "I got it. It's my birthday. Please, if you care about me, just stop!"

"HOW OLD ARE YOU NOW?! HOW OLD ARE YOU NOW?!" Andrew continued singing even more loudly.

"OH MY GOD, DREW! IM GOING TO KILL YOU NOW!" Josh leapt off his bed and charged towards Andrew, ready to pummel him.

"OK! OK! I'M DONE!" Andrew held up his hands in surrender, and backed off from a clearly annoyed (and still sleepy) Josh. "Dude, chill. It's your birthday. Why would you want to start off with the murder of your adorable friend?" Andrew gave him a wide, toothy grin.

Josh just shook his head in disbelief at his friend's antics and took a look at his room which was now all covered in pink confetti. "Holy crap. Dude, you cleaning this up right?" Josh felt he was going to have a heart attack. He wasn't necessarily a neat freak but he had just spent a good part of his Saturday a few days ago cleaning up his room. And now, all of his hard work had been completely destroyed.

"Dude, nah, I can't, I got an exam in like two minutes. I shouldn't have even come here." Andrew responded as he checked the time on his phone and dropped something that looked like a cake box on Josh's desk. "This is from Jas." He said, pointing to the cake. "She said it's your favorite. Although, I didn't know you had a favorite cake? You like never eat cake. You eat veggies like all the time. When did you and Jas talk about this?"

"Dude, so you're seriously not cleaning this up?" Josh glared at Andrew in disbelief.

"Noo-ppe. Love you though man. Happy birthday! Jas and I will see you for lunch? We're treating you. Sounds good?"

Josh didn't respond. He kept staring at Andrew with a sour look on his face, and already thinking of ways to get revenge on his friend for trashing his room on his birthday of all days and just running off.

"O...kay. Silence means consent. Lunch it is! See you later, bud. Bye!" Andrew quickly ran off, sensing from the look on Josh's face that he had sufficiently angered the birthday boy.

Josh ran his hand through his hair and sighed loudly in frustration. "I'm going to kill him." He muttered to himself as he glanced around at his room once more. His attention finally settled on the cake on his desk. With a slight smile on his face, he walked towards it and opened the box, curious to see if Jasmine, Andrew's current girlfriend and Josh's friend as well, had really remembered his favorite cake flavor. He couldn't even remember having that conversation with her. He opened it up to see a scrumptious red velvet cake and his smile grew even wider. He would make sure to say a big thank you to Jasmine, after he killed her boyfriend.

He picked up the cake and was about to put it in his little dorm fridge when he heard his phone ringing. Quickly setting the cake down, he rushed to his bed and fumbled through his bed covers until he found his phone buried underneath. Glancing at the caller ID, he felt his smile grow a thousand times wider and his heart skip a beat as he quickly answered the phone. "Maya?" He whispered her name softly.

"BOING!" Maya responded enthusiastically. Josh grinned from ear to ear at the sound of her voice. He could almost picture the look of pure happiness on her face as she yelled out her favorite nickname for him, and he couldn't help but feel his heart expanding with euphoria.

"Boy, aren't you cheery this morning. To what do I owe this awfully excited and sugary cheery Maya?" He teased lightly.

"To your BIRTHDAY, you old man you!" Maya exclaimed and immediately commenced to sing the birthday song. Josh almost dropped the phone in shock as he listened to her angelic rendition of the song which his best friend had butchered just a few minutes before. He had heard of Maya being a good singer but he had never actually heard her sing by herself. The rare occasions in the past that he had witnessed her singing was during Matthews Christmas family gatherings. But even then, they were all singing traditional carols together as a group so he hadn't noticed anything particularly special about the beautiful blonde's voice...until now. My God, I could listen to this all day, he thought dreamily to himself as he felt himself completely entranced the more Maya sang.

"Happy birthday Josh! Wishing you lots of happiness today!" Maya exclaimed joyfully after she finished singing. Josh was literally tingling with euphoria as Maya's voice still echoed in his ears. He laid down on his bed, pressed the phone gently to his ear, and took a few seconds to consider his next words before he spoke.

"First of, my God, Maya, you have an amazing voice. I mean, I'm speechless right now. I'm pretty sure that was the best birthday song that I've ever heard in my 18 years of life. Please don't tell my parents or Cory that. Especially, Cory. He might be devastated." Maya burst out laughing at this comment, the sound of which filled him with a soothing warmth. That's another sound that I could listen to all day, he thought to himself. "Secondly, thanks for calling. You've definitely made my day after it was almost ruined by my soon to be ex-best-friend."

"Oh no! What did Andrew do?"

"Oh you know- woke me up with a birthday song that wanted me to kill him and then also kill myself and scattered my entire room with pink confetti- which by the way- he's not cleaning up. So yeah, I was pretty pissed before your call."

"Shoot! Why didn't I think of that?" Maya exclaimed amidst laughter.

"Uh no. You would have been on my naughty list if you had done that. You're on my good list now. Don't ruin it kiddo."

"Yes sir! Anywho what are your plans today birthday boy?"

"Hmmm," Josh thought as he took a quick look at the time- 9:30am. He had to go to class in an hour. Maya had called him at the perfect time. And then it hit him. Why was she calling at that time? Didn't she have school? It was a Wednesday morning.

"Hold on. As much as I'm enjoying this convo, don't you have school right now? How are you able to talk on the phone?"

There was a short pause where Josh could almost hear the wheels in her head turning trying to come up with a credible excuse for why she wasn't sitting in a classroom in that moment.

"Um, well I AM in school." She finally spoke. "Just not in a classroom..."

Josh burst out laughing, already anticipating where this was going.

"So you're cutting class- to call me." He responded, shaking his head slightly. It was classic Maya.

"Well, not exactly," Maya responded. "I might have asked your brother if I could go to the bathroom and I kinda haven't returned yet. It's been ten minutes now I think? I should probably get going before Riles organizes a search party to come looking for me." This comment made Josh burst again into laughter as he imagined his niece recruiting a search party which would probably comprise of Lucas, Zay, Farkle and Smackle- their friend group- roaming through the halls of Abigail Adams high school looking for Maya who was probably hiding in a bathroom stall. He laughed so hard he started to feel tears at the corner of his eyes.

"This is hilarious." He responded as he wiped the tears off. "Yeah you should probably get going because my adorable- but slightly overprotective niece- will definitely do that. She kinda takes after her father don't you think?"

"Oh my God, they're practically twins!" Maya quickly agreed as Josh smiled warmly. He absolutely adored his family and was even more grateful that Maya was practically a part of it. One of his favorite conversation topics with her whenever they ran into each other at family gatherings was poking fun at his family's crazy antics.

"Alright, Maya, I'm going to let you go before you get caught. Thanks again for calling."

"Wait, not so fast!" She yelled. "You still haven't told me your plans! It is Valentine's Day after all, and your birthday. I assume you are busy?"

Josh grinned- not exactly sure where she was going with this. Was she trying to ask him out? He decided to entertain her for now by giving her the details of his day as he currently had planned.

"Well no. I'm actually not too busy today. I have class, a lunch with Andrew and Jasmine- though that might probably turn into a funeral so stay tuned-" he heard Maya giggling at this, which made him feel warm inside- "and then more class, and that's about it. I got lots of homework to catch up on though. But in terms of birthday stuff- I'm coming over to Cor's on Saturday for dinner. I assume you will be there?"

"Um yeah duh. I practically live there." Josh laughed.

"Good point."

"So what I'm hearing is that Boing Matthews doesn't have a romantic dinner date planned on this beautiful day of luvvv?"

Josh chuckled- sensing exactly where the conversation was going. "Um no, I do not actually. Shocking, I know. Not sure what it is about NYU girls- I seem to be invisible to them apparently." That last part was a lie. Since starting his Freshman year of college, he had probably been asked out like 3 times which made him quickly realize that girls were a lot bolder in college than they were in high school where the norm was to wait for the guy to make the first move. One girl- Emily- he had actually gone on a date with. She was in his Spanish class, the first semester, a pretty blonde from Canada. They had shared a love of Spanish language and culture. One of Josh's dreams was to study abroad in Spain at some point in his college career. One date with Emily though was enough for him to realize that they would be better off as friends, so he quickly made sure things didn't progress any further.

And then came the weekend he would never forget, just over a month ago, when he accompanied Cory's class as a chaperone to their annual ski trip and ended up finally admitting (and accepting) his growing feelings for his niece's best friend. His affection for Maya had slowly developed over the years with every encounter he had shared with her. He wasn't sure when that affection evolved into something more but it probably started after she barged into NYU last Spring and started spilling her feelings out to Josh, Andrew, Jasmine and Charlotte during their small hangout party.

After that moment, Josh never forgot the intensity of Maya's gaze, the conviction with which she declared her feelings for him and the reasons she felt that way. His heart was racing as he listened in shock to every observation that Maya made about him. He couldn't believe that she had been paying that much attention to him- that she found him so worthy of her attention despite everything that was going on in her life.

When Maya was done speaking, it immediately occurred to him that he had never met a girl like her before- fearless, persistent, and extremely protective of those she cared about. In that moment, he was no longer able to dismiss Maya's feelings as an adolescent crush. They were genuine- he could feel them. Maya was a lot more mature than he had given her credit for and he couldn't help but be speechless as he gazed at her in silent awe. He had promised Maya at the end of that encounter that he would start seeing her differently. And he had kept that promise, especially in the quiet moments when her gaze, her mischievous smile and her words would invade his daydreams. I like you Josh. I'm in it for the long game. For a whole summer last year, she was all he could think about. And even though he was still bothered by her age, he could feel his walls getting weaker until they completely crumbled near the warm fireplace at the ski lodge when she gazed at him with utter adoration and declared yet again with utmost confidence- "I like you, Josh. It's you I like." He couldn't deny the effect she had on him anymore- his rapidly beating heart, the butterflies in his stomach, the elation on his face when he realized that she still liked him, and definitely not the cowboy.

Long story short, they were now playing the long game. Friends, until they could be something more at the appropriate time. And so far, he was satisfied with the way their relationship was progressing in their one month of playing the long game- frequent texts, occasional calls and of course the goofing off and flirtation whenever he would stop by the Matthews to do his laundry. There was a small part of him however that worried that Maya would be so focused on the long game and on someday that she would miss out on her high school experience. Zay raised this concern when he had first visited the Matthews after the ski lodge trip, and it had bothered him ever since.

As far as he knew, Maya was quite innocent when it came to relationships. She had never dated before and Josh was her first serious love interest. As much as Josh hated to think about it, he didn't want Maya shutting herself off from the possibility of other relationships or interests because of him. After all, who knew if he was the right person for her? Anything could happen in the future. He didn't want Maya putting her life on hold for a future that was far from certain. But he also couldn't imagine a future without her in it, and if she did seriously pursue other love interests, then perhaps someday might never be...

Needless to say, he felt conflicted about whether he had been selfish in promising her a someday and a long game which sounded nice in theory but in practice was probably extremely confusing and complicated for a 15 year old girl in high school. Was he ultimately hurting Maya, especially if they continued to grow closer and things didn't work out the way they both desired? It was a question that lurked in the back of his mind and haunted him in the moments when he felt their bond growing stronger- like now, on the phone, laughing and flirting with each other, neither one particularly ready to let the other go although they were both running out of time.

#joshaya #girl meets world #gmw fandom #gmw #mayahart #joshuamatthews #joshmatthews #sabrina carpenter #uriah shelton #riley #boy meets world #bmw #josh and maya #maya and josh #disney channel #girl meets world fanfiction

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rainyrowan · 5 years

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Sunkissed - Chapter 1

description: Wedding of the century rolls around as the previous college clique, along with the rest of their family members, stay in preparation for it. During this time, Riley meets Lucas, a gorgeous, green-eyed wallflower who happens to be immediately taken by her. Little did she know, he has a deep secret. One that will either change her views on him forever or make her feel closer to his world.

word count: 2,626

pairings: riley x lucas

Song: Annabelle’s Homework by Alec Benjamin

chapter one; riley

Sparkley Farkley: Did you know that the slowest marathon time ever is 54 years, eight months, six days, eight hours, 32 minutes, and 20.3 seconds? Yeah, in 1912, an Olympic marathoner from Japan supposedly disappeared during the middle of a race. Some say that he stopped to get a drink from an outdoor party, but ended up staying longer than he should have. Risque, if you ask me. Anyways, he was too embarrassed to finish the race, so he flew back to Japan instead. Years later, he decided to finish what he started by running the whole marathon himself. What I'm trying to say is WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? Riley, you're seriously taking much longer to get to the boardwalk than this Japanese marathon guy. Hurry!!

I looked at the horrifically long paragraph Farkle had sent me and sighed. Being best friends with him also meant being best friends with your very own encyclopedia, which can be extremely useful at times. Although, it really isn't when your phone is constantly being bombarded with numerous texts about everything and nothing.

Gentle reminder that I live farther from the beach than you do. I'll be there soon! Don't miss me too much :)

I quickly text back. I gripped onto my camera strap, which is draped over my shoulder, as I start quickening my pace.

When we became closer over the years, Farkle and I both created a tradition of spending almost every Saturday down at the boardwalk. In regards to this, the main rule that we've agreed upon would be that if one of us couldn't make it, we would have to have an extremely valid excuse. Me being the more "laid back" friend, I've been pretty lenient on Farkle if he couldn't make it. Wish I could say the same about him, though.

Last night, I had to stay up till two in the morning helping my mother out at the flower shop. Arranging flowers isn't as easy as one may think. In result, I woke up later than usual, causing me to be about 30 minutes late. So far, I've received a fact text from him for every minute I ran late. It truly amazes me how he could just drop these facts off the top of his head.

I'm practically already running when I see Farkle by the entrance, arms crossed.

"I'm sorry!" I pant. I take a second to breathe before I continue speaking. "I.. I woke.. Wow, I'm not cut out to be.. an athlete, huh?" I joke.

He rolls his eyes as a grin forms on his face. "Where were you?"

"I was up all night helping my mom with the flowers. I woke up super late. I'm so sorry."

He nods in approval of my excuse. "That's okay. However, I don't think we could go to the diner now. Brooklyn and her minions are there. Seated in our spots too!"

The thought of Brooklyn made me sick to my stomach. Brooklyn was the Regina George of Harbor High School, and basically all of Santa Cruz. Like your typical teen cliche, she was the popular girl who also the prettiest. Brooklyn also had her own entourage, as she always had two minions following her. With her bitchy personality, you may say that it's surprising that she gets all the guys. With her body, though, it really isn't. It's probably how she had my crush of four years and counting, Charlie Gardner, falling for her.

"Well, I guess we would have to postpone our meal then," I say, linking my arms with his. We enter the boardwalk and head straight for the arcade. We're surrounded by all the games you could never ever get tired of. From Dance Dance Revolution to laser tag to racing games, the Santa Cruz Boardwalk Casino Arcade has you covered. Farkle and I have our common favorite, air hockey.

He let go of my arm, dashing straight to the air hockey table. "You ready to get your ass beat?"

He asks, slipping in a token. We love each other very much, but when it comes to air hockey, it's like we're two different people.

"You should be asking yourself that, Minkus." As air starts to shoot through the tiny holes from the table, we both grabbed our paddles. Suddenly, the puck falls through my pocket instead of Farkle's. "Well, that's a first! I guess I'm starting."

I hit the puck as hard as I can towards his goal. Hoping that this time my first hit would make it, he blocks the puck in a swift move and smiles. "Not today." This goes on for quite a bit. I concentrate on the puck as it glides across the table back and forth. That is, until a distraction came my way. Charlie.

I offer him a double take before actually realizing that it was him. He probably didn't even notice me, which was a good thing on my part. I didn't want him to know that I was here. Out of impulsive thinking, I ducked down to hide behind my side of the table. This wasn't really the best decision, though. Farkle managed to make a goal and yell on behalf of his victory. I don't even have to see what's happening to know that attention was surely brought towards us.

"Farkle!" I call out in a whisper. He walks around the table and takes a seat next to me.

"So, explain to me why we're hiding behind- "

"Riley!" Charlie exclaims. Mortified, I lift my head up to find him standing right in front of us.

"Hi, Charlie." I saw awkwardly. Thankfully, Farkle gets up off the ground and pulls me up, as I was too scared to even move.

Farkle clenches is jaw subtly enough that no one could notice, except for me. It's safe to say that he never liked Charlie. I don't blame him. Most of the time, he can be a total jackass.

I'm not too sure how or why I've liked him for so long, and still currently do. I like to think it's because of the fact that I'm always seeking the best in people. I don't necessarily like making assumptions out of people based on looks or first encounters. For Charlie, I realized how much of a good person he is, deep down, whilst working on a school project with him in the public library. My father, who so happened to be my teacher, assigned both of us as partners for a project that we had to turn in a matter of three days. Within those three days, we'd head to the library at night to work, but we were never productive. All we did was talk. Well, all Charlie did was talk. About himself, of course. I would just sit and listen. It was kind of odd not taking part in the conversation, but I mostly did not mind. As a matter of fact, I remember feeling like it was for the best since I would most likely say something stupid. Plus, I got to learn more about him and who he truly was. The downside of it was that I had to take our project home and finish it myself, but I thought that it was worth it. From that moment on, I couldn't help but keep thinking about him, about us.

Charlie extends his hand out to Farkle, expecting a shake, but he steps back. "I'll wait for you outside." He tells me. No, no. Please don't leave me alone with him.

"Well, that was awkward." He laughs. "But anyways, I am so glad I caught you. I was wondering if you're free like right now? I was hoping that you could help me out with something."

Crap. As much as I would love to help him, I promised Farke that I would spend the day with him. However, as I was looking up at Charlie's mesmerizing brown eyes, I seem to have ignored that fact. "Um, sure." I squeaked. I clear my throat and try again. "What would I be helping you with exactly?"

"You see, we're doing headshots in drama, and you're kind of known to be a really talented photographer," I blush as he says so. Along with the fact that his words make me swoon, another thing about Charlie that I liked was the fact that he is a performing arts fanatic. I'm presuming that it's something that he would like to achieve in the future. He's actually really talented if I'm being honest.

"So, would it be alright if you got a couple of portrait shots of me by the beach?" Charlie asks.

"Maybe in return, I can buy you a milkshake afterward."

Farkle is so going to kill me after this. "Er, okay."

"Great! C'mon, let's go." He starts heading towards the exit as I trail behind him. Hoping that he was the gentleman I thought he'd be, I expected him to open the door for me. Instead, he ends up leaving it to close behind him. I sigh, disappointed for getting ahead with my thoughts. Once I've exited the arcade, I immediately scan my surroundings in search for Farkle.

"I'm here." He calls out from behind me. I turn to find him leaning against a wall.

"You're going to hate me," I confess.

A smirk creeps up on his face. "Not gonna lie, I was already kind of assuming."

"You're not mad?"

"No," Farkle says softly. "I still hate that bastard, though. But I mean if you like him that much-"

I pull him into a hug. "Thank you," I whisper.

"Yeah, okay." He wraps his arms around my back and chuckles lightly.

"Riley?" Charlie yells.

I pull away from Farkle and adjust my outfit. This would technically be the first time I get to hang out with Charlie alone, so I obviously want to look presentable. However, that's clearly not the case since I'm currently in my maroon Harvard sweater that Farkle had actually bought me from when he visited last year, along with a pair of faded ripped jeans.

"Do I look okay?" I ask.

He holds two thumbs up. "Can't say no to a girl in Ivy League gear."

"I love you, and thanks a bunch!" I plant a quick kiss on his cheek before running towards Charlie.

Once I've caught up to him, we both head to the beach together.

I truly do love the beach. I love the ambiance of waves crashing against the shore, along with the wailing of seagulls as they soar across the sky. Not to mention, the smell of the ocean beach as well. Everything about the beach is so captivating and peaceful, especially since it's a little early and not a lot of people are here. The afternoon is the absolute worst time to visit the beach. The fact that there are so many people who usually come on a day to day basis, makes me a little anxious to go.

Charlie leads me to where the dock is located. Farkle and I would usually come to take pictures underneath the dock. This area is quite aesthetically pleasing.

"I think this is a great spot." He says, placing his bag down as I begin to adjust the settings of my camera. I let him know that I'm ready once everything's all set. Charlie then runs towards the shoreline and starts posing of a shot. Since I'll be capturing portrait shots, I made sure that my camera is set so all my photos can have a shallow depth of field. This way, Charlie will be in focus as the background will be a bit blurry. After taking a few photos here and there, I stop to look at them. Charlie was perfectly centered, the lighting was on point, and all shots have great composition. Perfect. I think to myself. However, Charlie apparently doesn't exactly think so when he sees them.

"Yeah, this situation just isn't working for me. Let's try something different." He looks around for a moment. "Here, why don't you get some bird-eye shots of me laying on the sand."

I was a little offended that he didn't like the photos I originally took. I spoke out, irritated. "I thought we were taking portraits?"

"I'm just trying to think outside of the box here, Riles. Maybe the photos will turn out better." I scoff at what he had just said. What difference does it make? You're just going to be lying down. And I thought all headshots were portraits. There he goes acting like a douche, but here I am, still taking interest in him.

Charlie lies down on the sand and places his hand behind his head. From the looks of it, he could pass for a Hollister or Abercombie & Fitch model. I stand directly on top of him to get good shots. If I'm being honest, this isn't the ideal position I'd want to be in. It's a little uncomfortable and weird, really.

Suddenly, water hits the shore and Charlie attempts to save his khaki pants by jerking straight up. Instead, jerking straight up somehow caused me to tumble forward, allowing both of us to fall back down. I also end up dropping my camera on the sand. Water continues to run beneath Charlie, which caused his whole outfit to be soaked. "Shit!"

The water still kept going around us. I panic as I watch it slowly ooze towards my camera. Miraculously, the water stopped before it could reach it. I graciously let out a sigh of relief. "Will you get the fuck off of me now?!" He yells in annoyance. I flinched when he does so and realize that what was happening: I was on top of Charlie Gardener. Because I was on top of him, I didn't get hit by the water at all. I quickly scurried to my feet and grabbed my camera. I turned to Charlie, who was still really angry that he was drenched. He got up from the ground and gathered his stuff. "Thanks to you," He snaps. "I am soaking wet, and I have rehearsals for the musical after this!"

I feel a familiar tightness gripping my throat. As Charlie continues to curse at me, a burning heat rushes through my body and I can hardly breathe. The DJ over by the boardwalk starts blasting music that seems to be ten times louder than usual. My surroundings then become too horrifically bright. My hands become clammy as I start to lose control of my body. My vision starts to get blurry and my heartbeat begins to speed up to the point where I could hear it.

Once Charlie finishes grabbing his stuff, he walks over to me. He stops and takes a deep breath. "Just email me the photos whenever you can." And with that, he walks away. When I've lost sight of him, I walk towards the pebbles near the ocean. I stare out to sea, trying to take big breaths. I stay until I've finally coaxed my heartbeat back to normal.

#gmw #rucas #riley matthews #lucas friar #my fics #girl meets world #well here she is! my lil project that ive been ingacnito with #hope you enjoy!#chapter 2 is linked to my wattpad #so feel free to check it out:))

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parkersharthook · 6 years

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Girl Meets Descendants

(Lucas Friar x Maya Hart) (Riley Matthews x Farkle Minkus) (Mal Bertha x Ben Florian)

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, child abuse, neglect

6k+ words

CHAPTER TWO

The characters of Girl Meets World thrown into the Descendants Universe. So what happens when Maya (maleficient’s daughter) and Farkle (dr. facilier’s son) are stuggling between their feelings for certain Auradonian kids and the mission they were sent to accomplish. [descendants 1 storyline with more characters]

Character Descriptions/Background

“Get up you worthless children!” Maleficent’s shrieks rang through their small room jostling Mal awake. She groaned and sat up slowly, stretching her back. Just as Maya had predicted, there Mal was sitting at the foot of the bed while Maya continued to sleep. Mal stood up and lightly kicked Maya causing her eyes to flutter open.

“Get up dickwad. We have to get ready to go to Auradon.” Mal said with a small chuckle as she headed to the tiny bathroom.

“Yeah thanks, assface.” Maya quipped back immediately as she pushed herself to a standing position. They weren’t actually insulting each other, for your information. That’s just how they communicated and it was all in love. “What time are we being picked up?”

“Three.”

“What time is it?”

“Eleven.” Mal responded. “You think the others are up?

“Probably.” Maya said as she changed into her last outfit that wasn’t packed away. “I mean we usually start roaming the streets and scaring the kids at like nine.”

Mal poked her head out of the bathroom, “Are we not doing that today?”

Maya shrugged as she folded up her ratty pajamas, “I don’t know. It’s our last day on the isle for probably a while, maybe we should do something else.”

“Like what?”

Maya dropped the half folded clothes into her duffel and zipped it up, “I don’t know.”

Mal came out, her face now covered in perfectly done makeup. “You sound sad. Think of all the havoc we’re gonna wreak there.”

Maya sighed, “Yeah I know and that’s gonna be great but this is home.”

“A pretty crappy home.” Mal muttered before standing back in front of a cracked mirror to apply her dark purple lipstick. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

Maya glanced down to her clothes: ripped purple jeans, cropped knit olive green top, leather jacket, and her favorite over the knee boots with a chunky heel. “I always wear something like this.”

“I know.” Maya frowned at her sister, “At least do something with your hair.”

“I’m just gonna put it up in a bun. What are you wearing, princess?”

“Bitch, I ain’t no princess. I’m just wearing what I can put together.”

“So some form of ripped jeans with a tshirt and your purple leather jacket and combat boots?” Mal smiled and nodded at her sister’s words, “Then why are you getting angry at my clothes?”

“Because mine are actually cute. Plus, this hair… unbeatable.” Maya couldn’t lie about that, Mal’s hair was such a gorgeous statement piece. It sat just above her shoulders and rested in flawless natural waves. The deep purple played a beautiful contrast against her pale skin and the silver highlights made her green eyes pop.

“Damn you right. But I promise you that my makeup will be better.”

“Of course it will you’re a fucking artist.” Maya just shrugged and went into the bathroom as it was her turn to not only use the mirror but also the shared collection of makeup. Maya swiped on black eyeliner in a fierce wing and applied some dark purple lipstick that almost could be classified as red. She threw her long green hair up in a messy bun, allowing two strands to frame her face. She may not believe it, but she was fucking gorgeous.

A small bell started ringing below the girls’ window and Mal poked her head outside and looked down. Beneath the window on the street was Evie, with her hip cocked to the side, and Jay who was leaning against the side of the building.

“Get down here, we got shit to do.” Evie called up. Maya was out the window in a flash grabbing onto the rope and swinging down the two story apartment. “You don’t even hesitate anymore do you?”

Maya laughed slightly as she watched her sister come down a lot slower, “Nope. Been doing that since I was four, that’s a lot of years to rid me of my hesitation.” She glanced to her sister once more, “Mal has always preferred the stairs.” Mal finally put her heeled feet on the ground and stood up to face her friends.

“What do we need to do?” Mal asked as the four headed down the street.

“Well first we need to pick up Farkle and Carlos.” Jay stated as we walked up to a red door and knocked loudly.

Evie gasped and grabbed his arm, “What if Cruella’s in there? You’re gonna get him killed.”

Jay just waved her off, “She’s at her fur factory from 6 to 12. Always is, always will be.” Carlos appeared at the door a moment later, shirtless and damp.

“What do you guys want?” he asked somewhat bitterly, “This is the first time in days I’ve been able to sleep-in.” He opened the door wider and let his friends into his apartment as he had done numerous times before. They passed the living room which was covered in furs and walked up the familiar steps to his small bedroom.

“You weren’t even asleep, you just took a shower.” Evie said as she lightly slapped his chest. He winced from the sharp ring on her finger and walked over to the discarded shirt on his bed.

“You don’t by any chance have hot water do you?” Mal asked uncharacteristically sweetly. He bent over the edge of his bed to pick up the shirt and the group of friends couldn’t help but notice the long claw marks running down the length of his back. You could see the remnants of old ones and some fresh ones that were just barely scabbed over.

Carlos’s head popped through the shirt opening and stared at her, “of course not.” Evie walked over to the window and turned on the purple lantern. That was how they contacted one another. They all had a set of five lanterns, each of them a different color, in their windows so they could let each other know when they were needed.

Farkle’s color was purple, Jay’s was orange, Carlos’s was red, Evie’s was blue, and Mal and Maya’s was green. They saw a small purple light blink twice before staying on for five seconds and then turning off across the isle. They knew Farkle got the signal.

He arrived a few minutes later, letting himself in and up to Carlos’s room. He found his friends scattered about the room talking. “What are we doing?’

“Waiting for you.” Maya snipped back quickly earning a glare from Farkle, “We were thinking about showing the isle what they’ll be missing.”

“What do you have in mind?” Maya just smirked and shared mischievous glances with her other friends, “Oh come on guys just tell me!”

Maya laughed and rolled to her feet, helping Mal up behind her. “Don’t worry just follow us.” Farkle groaned but followed his friends out of the apartment down the street. They slowly sauntered through the muddy streets making their way to the town square. They picked up little snacks and knick-knacks on their way there, not bothering to pay the merchants. They reached the town square quickly, a cracked, mossy fountain sitting in the middle of it with buildings and merchant carts all around it. They all followed Mal and Evie to a white building that faced the town square and stopped. Jay pulled off his backpack and tossed a can of spray paint to each person.

“Get to work!” Evie said cheerfully.

“We’re just spray painting? Isn’t that kind of boring?” Farkle asked in a whiney tone.

“We’re gonna spray paint this entire wall before we leave so that any time someone comes to here they’ll be reminded of us, the baddest of them all.” Maya explained as she started painting large strokes. It took them two hours to cover the entire wall of the building but when they finished and stepped back, it was a masterpiece. You could never say exactly what is was, filled with multiple designs and pictures all by people with different styles. Dark purples, blues, and greens filled the wall predominantly but you could still see the splashed of red and orange, curtesy of Carlos and Jay. And then at the very top of the wall was a large dripping crown, almost an insult to royalty, and inside were the words printed in an intimidating bold Long Live Evil. All of them were satisfied with the turn out and wandered back through the growing crowd of angry civilians. They all ran and laughed as they dodged the flying rotten food being thrown their way. Maya stopped suddenly though and with a wicked smile she murmured a small chant and waved her finger causing all of the merchant carts to be turned over and ruined. She quickly escaped back into the dark alleyways to catch up to her friends as they all made their way back to the apartments.

Farkle and Jay were the first to part ways as they had to gather their stuff and meet back at the hideout. Evie was next and then it was just Mal, Maya, and Carlos. They reached the street in front of both of their apartments and hesitated for a moment. “Carlos, can I talk to you?” Maya asked suddenly. He just nodded and led the two into his apartment while Mal went the other way. They went up to his room and flopped onto the floor next to each other.

“I just wanted to get some things straight.” Maya almost whispered. Carlos scooted a little closer and linked their fingers together.

“You’re nervous about going to Auradon.” Carlos suddenly said. Maya just nodded. The two had always been like this, being the youngest of the group. They had always been close and had always shared their innermost thoughts.

“Is that stupid?” She asked, her voice trembling.

“No. I’m nervous too. I don’t think we’re gonna be very liked over there.” He said with a small laugh.

“When have we ever been liked?”

Carlos snorted, “That’s true. We just need to remember our roots, we can’t let them change us.”

“I don’t think they will.” Maya leaned her head on his shoulder, “I’m nervous to leave my mom.”

“Why?”

“She’s all I’ve ever known. Sure she isn’t great and she abuses me but she’s still my mom. You gonna miss your mom?”

“No.” his answer was quick, “Not at all. She’s just done so much to me that I will never be able to forget. I’m honestly kind of excited to leave.”

“You know what I’m definitely not excited about?”

“What?”

“Not being able to see you anymore.” It was true. Maya and Carlos had a fling going for some time now. It was nothing serious, no feelings involved. Just two friends using each other for pleasure.

“We can still see each other, we just have to be careful.”

Maya shook her head, “Auradon Prep is a boarding school as in all the girls share a room and all the boys share a room. There’s no way I’m having sex with you with Jay and Farkle in the room.”

Carlos squeezed her hand, “Okay true. But that doesn’t mean we can never do it.” He leaned in close to her ear, “we can probably find a bathroom somewhere.” He pressed a light kiss to her earlobe causing Maya to giggle. He trailed down some kisses to her jawline before finally reaching her lips. He gently pushed her back onto the floor and hovered above her. Maya’s hair was falling out of her bun and was now splayed around her head like a rotten green halo. Carlos wasted no time in pressing his lips hungrily against hers causing her to moan slightly. He kept their fingers intertwined and brought her hands above her head.

“Maya!” Mal’s voice rang out across the street and Maya sighed from underneath Carlos. She gently pushed him off while he ran his hand through his hair. She fixed her hair as she walked over to the window and looked towards Mal. “They’re gonna be here in thirty minutes! You need to get your stuff together!”

“I’m in the middle of a conversation, give me fifteen minutes.” Mal nodded and turned back to whatever she was doing. Maya made her way back to Carlos and sat back on the ground, “This is the last time, you got fifteen minutes.” Carlos smiled wickedly and instantly attached his lips to her neck. Yeah, he was gonna miss the Isle.

The peasants and villains of the isle watched as the pristine black limo slowly inched through the crowded streets. The quiet horn honked every minute or so to move the people out of the way before it stopped in front of Mal and Maya’s apartment. The driver stayed where he was as another man dressed in a sharp suit stepped out of the car and went to the door. He firmly knocked twice before Maleficent swung the door open. She had a wicked smile on her face and stepped out of the doorway, a trail of villains following her. She walked to the middle of the street, her hands folded in front of her body. Jafar, Cruella, Dr. Facilier, and The Evil Queen followed her out of the house.

The man cleared his throat slightly, “I have come from Auradon to pick up the new students of Auradon Prep.” He unfolded a large piece of paper, “Maleficent’s daughters Mal and Maya, The Evil Queen’s daughter Evie, Jafar’s son Jay, Cruella de Vil’s son Carlos, and Dr. Facilier’s son Farkle.”

“Kids!” Maleficent suddenly shrieked without warning causing everyone to cringe at the high pitched voice. The children came through the door a minute later, each carrying their bin of their belongings and their backpacks slung over their shoulders.

The man ushered them to the back of the limo and opened the trunk. Each child put their bin and backpack in the trunk and stood next to it awkwardly.

“Do you need help with your other bags?” The man spoke, his voice almost robotic.

The kids glanced to each other before Evie spoke up, “That’s all of our stuff. We don’t have any more bags.” They noticed the man’s eyes widen slightly before he just nodded and went to the door.

“It is time to say goodbye, we are on a tight schedule to get back to Auradon.” He opened the door for the kids as they slowly stepped forward to their parents.

Jafar stepped forward first and harshly patted his son’s back causing Jay to wince and hiss in pain. “Steal good things and bring them home for me boy.” He turned away and called back, “don’t disappoint me!” Jay shook his head and got into the limo as Dr. Facilier stepped forward next.

He leaned in close to his son and whispered harshly, “I need all the magic you can get. Make whatever potions you can and bring them back to me. Voodoo for life?”

Farkle nodded and looked into his father’s purple eyes, “voodoo for life.” His response was meek but satisfied his father and with that Farkle ducked into the car.

The Evil Queen stepped forward and quickly pinched her daughter’s cheeks. Evie whimpered slightly but kept her posture straight. “Get a husband and find a castle with a mother-in-law wing. That’s all you need in life. A man, a castle, and a crown. Understand?” Evie just smiled into her cheeks and nodded, eagerly moving away from her mom to join her friends in the car.

Cruella was next as she grabbed Carlos’s arm to pull him into a rough hug. She hugged him bone crushingly tight and moved them back and forth. Carlos didn’t reciprocate the hug and just let him mother work though the supposedly affectionate action. “Stay away from the dogs but bring me the furs!” She squealed as she pushed Carlos towards the open door. Carlos grimaced and practically dove into the car. Maleficent waited for the other adults to head back upstairs and take their place on the balcony before approaching her daughters.

She stood in front of both of them with her arms crossed, “You know your mission. Don’t fail me.” And with that she whipped around and strutted away. Maya let out a huff before stepping into the fancy car with Mal in tow. The kids all marveled at the limo. The lights rapidly changed colors to match the beat of the music playing. There were jars of candy lined up in a cabinet and a tall bottle of champagne stood next to them. Maya quickly grabbed the bottle of alcohol and popped it open without a sound, a trick she learned when half-empty champagne bottles were sent their way on special occasions. She quickly took a sip from the bottle and passed it to Jay who had an outreached hand and was stuffing his face with chocolate. He grabbed the bottle and took a large gulp before glancing out the window. He dropped the bottle and gasped causing everyone to follow his eyesight. They all began to scream as they saw the edge of the isle nearing closer and closer.

“It’s a trap!” Carlos yelled and quickly latched onto Jay. Everyone closed their eyes and clenched their jaws, ready for their impending doom. But a minute later when they were still happily driving along they all started slowly peeking through their lids to discover the glittering, golden bridge. Maya’s mouth literally dropped as she watched the gorgeous bridge appear as they drove across it.

The car soon drove off the bridge and back onto land and within the minute they pulled up in front of the large regal school. Jay and Carlos had stuffed their face with more chocolate while Farkle was inspecting all the weird alcohol that was in the mini fridge. He pocketed a few bottles quickly as the limo slowly came to a stop. The driver put it in park and quickly got out of the car to open the door for the villain kids who came tumbling out.

Jay and Carlos were the first to hit the floor in a tangled ball of limbs as they fought over something trivial they found in the limo. Farkle’s long legs exited first as he quickly left the car and pulled the two apart. Evie looked ethereal as she made her way out of the limo. Her fishnet clad leg slowly moved through the opening and the rest of her body followed elegantly once her heeled boot touched down on the ground. The wind blew her hair from her face as if she was in a slow motion movie. She kicked Jay’s foot with her heel and gave him a look that instantly silence him. She had that power over him. Mal was the next one out and she was as casually cool as ever. The metal buckles on her boots clanked together as she stomped onto the hard pavement and stood with her hip cocked and her arms folded. Finally, there was Maya. She was a mix of Evie and Mal per se. Her over the knee heels caught everyone’s attention but she wasn’t trying to and soon stood next to her sister in what could only be called a power pose. But not of course before blowing the extra strands of hair out of her eyes.

The six of them looked like an explosion of a dark shaded rainbow and suddenly they were surrounded by pastel blues and yellows and pinks. In front of them stood a middle aged woman with short brown hair and a tight knit smile. She firmly held a clipboard in her hand and eyed the new kids. Next to her was a gorgeous woman who couldn’t look older than 30, with golden brown braided hair and a flowy yellow dress. Her smile was also tight but less judgmental but her eyes were filled with worry. Then came a tall broad shouldered man who kept his hands clasped in front of his body and oozed the essence of power. The last two were a couple of teenagers. One a young male with kind eyes and a genuine smile and the other a young girl who had a grimace on her lips and more evil in her eyes then some people on the isle.

The older woman stepped forward, “Welcome children to Auradon, the most magical place on earth!” She twirled her arm in the air slightly causing both Mal and Maya to go wide eyed. “I am the fairy godmother, granter of all things happy and wonderful.” She did a small curtesy and Maya could feel the smirk playing on her lips. “This is Queen Belle and King Adam.”

“Welcome to Auradon, we are so happy to have you. My husband and I would love to personally show you around the campus of Auradon Prep but unfortunately we have many meetings. So my son, Ben, has offered to take our place.” Her voice was sweet. Mal thought it was almost too sweet.

“Hi guys, I’m Ben—“

“Prince Ben.” The girl with long brunette hair chipped in.

Ben awkwardly nodded, “I’m a senior this year and I’m here to show you guys around. So Fairy godmother, mom, dad… I will, uh, take it from here.” The three adults nodded and walked towards a large stone castle. “So this is Auradon Prep. It’s a pretty basic campus set up. Right now we’re in the foyer or entrance, this leads directly to the dorms which are set up in a large circle around the quad. That’s where you can sit and eat lunch or study or do whatever. On the other side there is a tourney field and in between are the classrooms. I’ll officially show you guys where to go but for now let’s check out the dormitories.”

Ben began to walk forward when the girl next to him forcefully linked arms with him. She stepped lightly next to him before turning around to face the kids, stopping the whole group in the process. “I’m Audrey. Ben’s girlfriend and daughter of Queen Aurora.”

Mal and Maya heard Carlos choke in the background but the two just had identical smirks on their faces. Mal spoke up, “Daughter of Aurora huh? Like poke your finger on a spindle and sleep Aurora?”

Audrey nodded with a thin smile, “Uh-huh. And you would be?”

Maya spoke up this time, “I’m Maya and this is Mal, we’re the daughters of Maleficent.” Audrey’s eyes narrowed and she stared at the two.

“Well then no hard feelings right? Like I totally don’t blame your mom for ruining my mom’s life.” She said sarcastically.

Mal let out a fake, small laugh, “Yeah and I totally don’t blame your grandmother for inviting everyone to the coronation except for my mother.” The two laughed awkwardly before sighing in unison. Maya just bit her tongue and watched the exchange.

Ben laughed slightly trying to break the awkward tension, “Okay… let’s get going shall we.” The group came upon a large stone statue of King Adam, “This is my father. He founded Auradon many years ago when he believed that all of our kingdoms were too divided. It was mainly a place built just for this school so all of us kids to grow up together but it expanded over time and more and more people moved in. He was soon elected King after it was made by his subjects.” He clapped his hands twice and the statue morphed into a beastly figure.

Carlos jumped back with a small fright while Farkle marveled at the magic, “so that was magic?” His interest spoke in his voice.

“Yeah, my father wanted the statue to transform so all of the people that come here know that looks don’t mean everything. He was given a second chance, which is something I strongly believe in.” He quickly made eye contact with Mal before coughing slightly and diverting his gaze.

Mal looked at the statue unimpressed, “Does he shed a lot?”

Ben chuckled, “Yeah… he’s not allowed on the couch.” Mal fought the smile that was trying to find its way onto her lips. “We should keep going.” They finished their walked down the stone pathway and into a large building. “These are the dormitories you will be staying in. We have the 3 girls in one and the 3 boys in the other.”

Audrey tugged on his arm slightly, “Bennie-boo we gotta get going.” She batted her eyelashes at him. He quickly glanced at his watch and then nodded.

“Uh… yes I hate to leave you guys this early on in the tour but I do have some business to attend to. But I am leaving you in the trusty hands of-” He looked around before motioning to two completely different looking people. “Lucas! Doug!” The two men turned around to look at the prince and then glanced at each other. “Guys this is Lucas and Doug and they will continue the tour. I have to run but introduce yourselves!”

Lucas, who stood tall above the other boy, had his strong tanned arms crossed in front of him. His shaggy dirty blonde hair fell clean above his bright green eyes. “Uh I’m Lucas. I’m captain of the tourney team and I’m a senior. Take it away Doug.” He patted the thinner boy on the back before walking away without a word. Maya who stood at the back of her group, watched him leave and caught his eye as he glanced backwards.

Doug swallowed loudly, “Uh… I’m Dopey son of Doug. Wait no, I’m Doug son of Dopey. Uh I’m in the band and yeah…” He stuttered slightly as he stood intimidated by the villain kids in front of him. “Um I’m also head of the student registration so I have your schedules here. You have two classes in the morning and then a few hours for personal interests and then another three classes in the afternoon.” His shaky hands handed each kid their own schedule.

“Remedial goodness?” Jay asked with frown.

Doug nodded nervously, “it was just added. Um… so because we don’t know what your previous education was like we would like for you guys to take a placement test so we know what classes we know where to place you guys.” A loud scoff was heard from Maya causing everyone to face her.

She stepped forward intimidatingly, “So coming from the isle where no good schools were thanks to your king you expect us to immediately take a test so you know that we don’t know anything?” Her tone was harsh, “How about you actually try to better our lives for once and just put us where people are age will go and we’ll take it from there.”

Doug lowered his clipboard and tried to hold his ground, kind of. “Well that’s not really how it typically works-”

“Well you also don’t typically have villains transferring into your classes do you?” Maya asked taking another step forward, “So why don’t you just say that we all placed where we should be for our age and we can just move on? That way we don’t have to cause any….” She pretended to think for a moment before shrugging, “trouble. You wouldn’t want any of that, now would you?”

Doug gulped again and shook his head furiously. “Of course not. Look at that, you all passed. I’ll get those schedules printed out for you right away then. Why don’t I show you to your rooms?” Maya smiled cheekily and motioned to her fellow VKs who all had a wicked smile on their face. They followed the smaller man up the grand staircase to a long hallway filled with golden doors. Students stood in doorways in awe as they watched the darkly colored new kids saunter down the hall. Doug opened the door to one of the rooms. It was a large room with two beds against the left wall and two desk against the right wall. There was a large TV on the wall directly in front of the doorway with a small couch and a chair set up in front of it. There were also two dressers on the same wall as the doorway and an attached bathroom.

“There are only two beds?” Carlos asked pointing to the beds. “Ben said there would be three.”

Doug shook his head quickly, “uh that was a mistake in paperwork because that’s against fire code. So in this room we have Jay and Carlos. On the other side, the girl side, we have Evie and Mal’s room and then a few doors down this hallway is Maya and Farkle’s.”

Maya wrinkled her nose in disgust, “So I have to be surrounded by a bunch of sweaty boys?”

Evie snickered and lightly shoved her shoulder, “You already gone soft on us?” Maya glared at the girl behind her before straightening back up to face Doug. “Isn’t co-living kind of against your policy here?”

Doug nodded and gulped fearful of what he had to explain next, “yes but we thought it would be best for you… uh… new kids to room together until you got settled. Then once you’re comfortable being here, we can pair you up with some Auradon children.”

Jay scoffed and blew his hair out of his face, “You mean once you’re comfortable with us being here.” Doug didn’t respond so Jay just pushed into his room. The rest of the group followed, eager to see what it looked like. Carlos instantly flopped onto a bed and sighed.

“It’s so comfy.” Carlos smiled. Jay walked over to the TV and eyed it before running his hands along the back of the couch.

His faced showed indifference but his eyes showed happiness, “it’ll do.”

Doug nodded, not trusting his voice. “Why don’t I show you guys Farkle and Maya’s…” He walked down the hall and opened the door. The room was decorated just like the guys except it was rearranged.

“Thank Hades that it’s not pink and fuzzy.” Maya said with an obnoxious gag as she lightly fingered the grey silk drapes that hung by the windows, “But it’s so bright.” With a flourish of her hand, the drapes in the room closed and the sunlight was instantly dulled.

Doug squealed at the sudden use of the unexpected magic. “Yo- you have magic?”

Maya just smirked and snapped her fingers causing Doug’s band hat to jump off his head and into her hand, “yep.” He was frozen in shock as the VK’s laughed and walked back into the hall. Maya placed the hat back on his head and dragged him into the hall. “The last room?”

Doug weakly agreed and swiftly moved down the hall, through a common area, to the other corridor. He came to the last door and opened it causing everyone to burst out laughing while Mal just looked horrified. Everything was pink and frilly.

Evie fought the smile that was coming onto her lips. While she wasn’t a fan of pink, the sunlight made her glow.

Mal frowned, “This is disgusting.” She followed her sister’s lead and closed the drapes to help dull the princess feel of the room.

Doug finally found his voice again, “okay so I will let you guys get settled in your rooms. I have band practice so I can’t show you around but feel free to explore the campus but no one is allowed off the school grounds during the weekdays. Classes start tomorrow and if you need anything you can ask me or Ben or even Lucas if you can find him. Your bags should be brought to your room soon enough.” With that he scurried off, eager to get away from the villain kids.

Evie huffed as she sat down on the edge of her bed, “That was welcoming.”

“It’s Thursday right?” Mal said with an inquisitive eye. Carlos hummed and nodded. “So with tomorrow being our only school day… we can plan tomorrow night and then steal the wand over the weekend.”

Everyone began to smile wickedly as their parents’ plan came to life. After the VKs talked a little bit more, they split off to unpack their stuff. Maya appreciated the lack of pink on the boys’ side but already had to send a few hateful glares to some guys who looked at her wrong. She huffed as she shoved one of her last tshirts into a drawer.

“This sucks.” Maya groaned as Farkle came out of his large closet chewing some gum left for them on the pillow… ugh princes and princesses.

“It’s not that bad.” Maya glared at him but he just continued on, unintimidated of his friend. “Hey keep the evil eye to yourself… it could be a lot worse. At least we have nice beds, spacious closets, warm water… working plumbing.” Maya couldn’t help but nod at her lifelong friend.

“Yeah the plumbing and hot water is kind of nice.” Maya relented, “Okay so it could be worse but don’t go all soft on me Farkley. We have a mission, one that I intend to keep.”

Farkle held up his hands in defense, “Don’t worry mini maleficent, we’ll get the wand. But who knows how long we’ll be stuck here so might as well enjoy it.” He turned to see Maya still deeply frowning, “Come on! We have a break from our parents for at least a night. That deserves some kind of relaxing.”

Maya sighed and sat down on her bed, “Yeah I guess you’re right. I’m just kind of nervous.” Farkle leveled her a small smile.

“Don’t be. We’ve got this. You know why… cause we’re rotten,”

Maya smiled at him and finished the statement, “To the core.”

“Exactly! Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to take a nice long hot shower.” Farkle got up from his chair and walked into the large bathroom. He shut the door and locked it with a click.

Maya laid back on her bed and inhaled slightly. She closed her eyes and felt a single tear escape her lids, but she didn’t know whether it was a sad or happy tear. A knock came at the door so Maya quickly wiped her eye and stood up. She swung the door open with her hip cocked and came face to chest with a tall handsome man.

She lifted her eyes to meet his, “can I help you?” Her voice unimpressed but her eyes were scanning his broad shoulders and strong arms.

“Doug wanted me to give you this.” He handed her a copy to her schedule, “And one for the scrawny dude wherever he is.” Maya took Farkle’s schedule from his hand and quickly flicked her rest, sending it towards his bed. “Okay… well I’m Lucas. I was told to tell you that if you have questions to ask me.”

“Where’s your room?” Maya asked with a hint of a flirtatious tone to her voice as she leaned against the doorframe. This was how she got her way, no one can resist her charm.

She felt his eyes rack up and down her body, “lucky for you I’m right across the hall.”

She snickered, “seems more like an unfortunate event really.”

He smirked at her seemingly hostile banter, “well I can guarantee that almost every girl from Auradon would love to be in your position.”

Maya rolled her eyes, “Well I’m not from Auradon am I? Plus, those pink princesses are boring and…” She looked over him once again, “tasteless.”

Lucas’s tongue poked his cheek, “Tread carefully…”

“Maya.” She finished for him, “Or else? You’re going to tell on me?” She batted her eyelashes him, “Oh darling. I’ve seen two year olds scarier than you. But I appreciate the effort.”

Lucas snorted, “God this is going to be hell having you here.”

Maya frowned at him, “Well then welcome to hell buddy. We’ve been waiting for you to join us.” Before Lucas could get another word in Maya turned and slammed her bedroom door closed. Lucas clicked his tongue and walked into his own room, god was this going to be hard.

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wellhellsbelles · 6 years

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stay the night

this is a little number i like to call “i didn’t want to study for a test so i wrote this instead”, so here’s a request from @littleblue5mcdork!

enjoy!

Farkle comforts Riley after she and Lucas breakup.

Riley’s college experiences had been filled with ups and downs since she started. She had to deal with less than desirable grades, endless nights studying for stupidly hard tests, writing papers with six hours to spare. She thought she’d dealt with it all, because that’s what it truly felt like. But then she was hit with a complete curveball, and she didn’t know what to do about it.

Lucas broke up with her.

To be honest, she saw it coming. She and Lucas had been drifting for a long while now, their relationship becoming more lackluster over the four years it subsisted. After her move scare in the ninth grade, their relationship persisted more out of obligation than anything.

She just wished they’d realized it sooner.

Four years. Four years of her life washed away because she was weak and couldn’t make it work. Riley had a feeling it had also been because his feelings had swayed once again towards someone of the blonde persuasion (she wouldn’t hold it against Maya; they really were a perfect match for each other).

It still hurt, though.

She felt like someone’s rope they had drug along just because they had it, and it made her feel truly inferior to Maya. It was like she had become someone’s last, easy choice, a bottom-of-the-barrel girl.

Riley felt so worthless.

After her breakup, she crashed in her dorm room sans Maya; she was working on an art project late at night and Riley had yet to let her know that she had split from Lucas. She collapsed on her bed in a huff with the half-eaten tub of ice cream her and Maya had bought from the campus store. She put on her favorite romantic comedy, When Harry Met Sally, and proceeded to cry her heart out for the next hour.

In the middle of the movie, a knock erupted from her door, and she had no clue who it could be.

“Coming!” Riley announced, setting her now-empty ice cream container to the side, rubbing furiously at her tear-stained cheeks before opening the door, praying that it wasn’t noticeable that she had been crying. Unfortunately for her, the person waiting at the door had been Farkle, and right as he saw her, his resolve crumbled.

“Can I come in?” he asked, holding up the bags in his hands, “I have food.” Riley half-sobbed half-laughed, inviting him inside. He took his shoes off by the door like he always had growing up in that tower of a home he had, turning to Riley to hand her the plastic bags so that he could shrug off his coat. Riley set the bags on her bed, waiting for Farkle to say something, anything once he was ready. Instead, he pulled her in for a tight hug, knowing it was what Riley needed most.

She did always love his knack for being able to figure out what she really needed or was feeling.

“I shouldn’t be upset over it. He was really nice about it, and we had been drifting,” Riley told him, burying her nose into Farkle’s shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter. A breakup is a breakup. Isa-Smackle and I were amicable, but it still hurt for me. She had been a big part of my life, and Lucas was a big part of yours. Don’t feel bad about it,” he told her, standing back to get a look at her. He offered her a sympathetic smile as he brushed a stray tear from her face.

“I think he has feelings for Maya,” Riley sighed. “I always kind of figured, but it just makes me feel like I was a placeholder for something better to come along.”

“Hey, cut that out. You’re no one’s placeholder,” Farkle said sternly. “You’re Riley Matthews, sweetest, kindest, crazy, unique, most gorgeous girl to grace this earth. If Lucas didn’t see that, then he didn’t deserve you.”

Riley nodded, but she didn’t want to return to her crying fits again, even if the crying would’ve been caused more by Farkle’s kind words than her feeling crappy over the end of a four-year relationship. Instead, she looked up into his steel-gray eyes.

“Can you stay the night? I just want someone here to keep me company and watch movies with me,” Riley pleaded. Farkle’s brow furrowed.

“Of course,” he agreed, and suddenly he was tugged across the room to where Riley’s bed was as she urged him to sit. He did so, allowing her to situate herself next to him before he pressed a little further.

“Where’s Maya? Did you tell her?” Riley shook her head.

“She doesn’t know. I didn’t tell anyone yet, to be honest. I thought I just wanted to be alone.”

“Well, I hope you don’t mind, but Lucas told me. He knew that you would want company,” Farkle explained.

“I’m mad that he’s right,” Riley sunk in her place. Farkle leaned his head over to rest it on Riley’s, grabbing her hand to lace his fingers with hers.

“I’m happy he let me know, otherwise you would’ve forced yourself to suffer the entire night. So now I’ll stay as long as you want me to, and I’ll even skip classes tomorrow with you if you just want to watch romantic comedies all day long,” he offered. Riley beamed, her heart soaring. She didn’t deserve a guy like Farkle in her life, not at all.

“I would love it if you did, but I’m not about to let Farkle Minkus, boy genius, skip his classes because of my stupid emotional problems.”

“Quit it. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t. You matter a lot to me, Riley Matthews, and I will only leave when you really want me to. Got that?” Riley blushed.

“Okay,” she said quietly. She was used to Farkle’s fierce loyalty, but it always caught her off-guard when he displayed it, especially now. Riley wasn’t sure why it affected her the way it did this time around, but she decided not to question it and instead just enjoy his presence as they watched movies together.

Farkle Minkus was her rock, and she appreciated that more than he would ever know.

#riarkle #riarkle fanfiction #bella writes #request #riley x farkle

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yuniesan · 6 years

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Girl Meets Season 6 - Episode Two – Girl Meets Roommate

Synopsis: The Journey from High School and into College will test everything Riley knew about her life, her friendships and her love. What life lessons will she learn in her first year of college?

Previous Episodes [1]

A/N: School is kicking my butt, but yay I finished this part!!!!!!

Episode Two – Girl Meets Roommate

Riley and Lucas had returned from Texas only to have to finish packing and getting ready for the move to school in a few days. In those days her father had become unbearable because his fear of her leaving was heavy on his mind. Every time she thought about leaving the house just to see her friends or to see Lucas her father would follow her to the door and then give her something else to do instead.

“Mom,” she called out once she arrived at the café. “Dad’s becoming crazier as the days go by,” she sighed as she draped herself over the counter.

“Sorry Riley,” her mother said before pulling her up. “He’s afraid of losing you, even though I told him that you weren’t going to be faraway.”

“Why is he different with Auggie?” she asked knowing that her brother wasn’t at fault for her father’s behavior.

“Father’s are more protective of their daughters, also I’m pretty sure that he’s crazy and I should have him committed,” her mother gave her a wide smile as she said the words. She knew that her mother was joking but somedays she wished that her father would learn to let go just a little. “Riley, you’re still seventeen, he’s just worried.”

“I know, it’s just that I wish he wouldn’t worry so much, it’s not like I picked a school across the country, the school is within driving distance.”

“I sometimes wish you had picked a school on the other side of the country, because that way he wouldn’t have the chance to annoy you so much,” her mother sighed, and Riley knew that this had something to do with her giving something up a long time ago, something in California, but her parents loved each other and they would follow one another to the ends of the world.

“Hey Riley,” someone said from behind her and when Riley turned around she saw her friends smiling at her.

“I may have made a call,” her mother said before turning around and getting back to work. “You’re welcome,” she said from the other side of the room.

“Thanks mom,” Riley called out before walking over to where everyone was sitting, the only people missing were Josh, Zay and Cassie.

“Your dad’s becoming a monster, or at least that’s what your mother was saying,” Maya said as Riley sat down in between her best friend and her boyfriend.

“Yeah well apparently me leaving, even when I left for Texas was too much for him,” Riley said before burying her face in Lucas’s shoulder and taking in the smell of Lucas. She wished some days that she could bottle it up and keep it close because it felt comforting to know that he was around even in spirit.

“Well Shawn’s the same way,” Maya said slumping over on the couch. “He actually kicked Josh out of the house a few days ago, and I haven’t seen him since.”

“He went to see my grandparents so he should be back before the new semester starts,” she said as she took her best friend’s hand and held it close, Maya leaned into Riley’s side and stayed there. “By the way where’s Zay and Cassie, I feel like I haven’t seen either of them.”

“No one knows,” Lucas said looking around to see if anyone would say anything but everyone just shrugged. They had all been busy buying things for school, but Zay had still sent them messages until he had stopped completely the day before Riley and Lucas had gotten back from Texas.

Riley was hoping that her two friends were just spending time with their families, and that nothing was wrong. She made a mental note to call both Cassie and Zay when she got home and find out where the two of them had gone off too. The rest of the afternoon the group spent inside the café talking about school and their trip up that Friday for when they would have to move into the dorms.

“Smackle and I are roommates,” Maya said to Riley and she knew that Maya had wanted them to be roommates but somehow felt that for Maya, getting to know Smackle like this would be a big leap.

“Lucas, Zay and I are together, but our dorm is on the other side of the campus,” Farkle added, smiling at Smackle as he said it. “They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“I will endeavor to miss you as well beloved,” Smackle said smiling at Farkle, and Riley couldn’t help but think that they had actually become cuter over the years.

“My dorm is in between the guys and Maya and Smackle’s dorm,” Riley said wishing that she had at least gotten the chance to be in the same dorm as Maya but that hadn’t happened.

“We’re actually going to be separated Riles,” Maya said her face sad for a moment. “We’ve never been this far apart before.”

Riley couldn’t help but laugh at those words, “New experiences, plus you heard Farkle absence makes the heart grow fonder,” she said before smiling up at Lucas who kissed her on her head as a way of saying that he understood as well.

“Is Cassie your roommate?” Maya asked her after a moment had passed and Riley just shook her head.

“Nope,” she said thinking about having to meet someone new on the first day. “Her name is Samaira, apparently she went to Einstein Academy, and she lives here in the city as well but I keep wondering if I’ve ever met her.”

“I know her, she is a comparable person to myself, she’s studying to become a cardiovascular physician, but whereas I left Einstein Academy she stayed there and continued her studies among other intellectuals,” Smackle said to them.

“We love you too Smackle,” Maya said.

“Did I say something wrong?” Smackle asked looking over at Maya who slumped over into Riley’s side.

“I don’t know if I’m going to survive living with Smackle,” Maya said into her arm and Riley rubbed her back.

“You need someone with that kind of honesty in your life Maya,” Riley said to her before turning to Smackle. “Do you think we would get along?”

“I believe so, you two have similar outlooks on life, you believe in the best in people even when some others don’t believe it, and she’s incredibly kind to others,” Smackle said smiling at Riley in her own awkward way.

When move in day arrived, Riley had almost screamed out the car window, her father had worn a special shirt with her face on it, and then put stickers on the car announcing it to the world that she was going to college. Luckily her mother pulled the stickers off before they left but the man hadn’t let up, he was going to annoy her to the end of time.

“Daddy, please don’t wear that shirt,” she begged but her father just looked at her and got into his car and closed the door.

“Let him have his fun Riley,” her mother said kissing her on the cheek. “We’re taking you to college, when will we see you again?”

“Apparently every week until the end of time,” she said to her mother before mumbling to herself, “maybe I should have gone to California.”

Her mother smiled at her and gave her a hug, “It’ll be fine, I’ll keep him busy so that he doesn’t do anything rash like try to get a job at your school.”

“Seriously why isn’t he like this with Auggie? I need to know,” she asked but her mother just shrugged.

“I think it’s a guy thing I’m not sure, but trust me the moment we put everything in your dorm I’ll try my best to drag him out.”

“Good luck with that,” her father said from the driver’s seat.

Auggie was with Ava for the day while they drove up but Riley had hugged her brother after breakfast, promising that they would talk as much as possible, they had even opened up a special messenger app for them to talk through. Auggie still didn’t have his own phone, but he had a tablet and that was going to be the only way they were going to be able to talk until their parents gave him his own phone.

The drive up to the school was filled with her father telling them stories about Riley growing up, and then him sobbing as he drove saying things like, “I should have cherished those moments more,” or “Why does she have to leave me.” Her mother was laughing the whole time but after putting her things in her room Riley knew that she was going to miss her parents as well.

“I love you guys,” she said hugging them close. “Thank you for being my parents.”

“I love you too Riley,” her mother said as she rubbed her back.

“I don’t want you to stay,” her father protested. “I don’t want you to grow up, I want you to be that little girl in the bay window forever just singing to yourself.”

“Cory,” her mother said trying to pry her father off of her but he just held on tighter. “Come on Cory, we’ll come up for parents’ weekend and spend the whole time up here with her. I ever booked a hotel room for us for that weekend so that we wouldn’t leave until Sunday.”

“Fine Topanga, but don’t come crying to me when our daughter gets in trouble, or when she starts saying that she wants to come home.”

It took her mother another twenty minutes before her father let go of her and they had finally left, her room was filled with boxes of her stuff, and she stood there wondering which side of the room she could take. Her roommate hadn’t arrived just yet and Riley was truly alone, Maya hadn’t driven up just yet because Shawn had made them have a family lunch together before packing up the car. Lucas had to wait until later this afternoon to leave because he was waiting for Zay who Riley still hadn’t had the chance to talk to. He was avoiding her, and she didn’t know why, on top of that Cassie’s phone had been disconnected which only worried her even more.

Riley decided on taking the bed closest to the window, because it would remind her of the bay window in her bedroom and how the light came into the room in the mornings. She started unpacking when the door opened and a man walked in holding a large box. Riley quickly went to the door and held it open.

“Thank you,” he said before walking to the empty side of the room and setting the box down. When he turned around he saw a familiar head of brown hair, and the face of someone she hadn’t seen in a long time, not since sophomore year of high school.

“Mr. Bradford,” she squeaked out, her heart jumping. “What are you doing here?”

“Riley,” he said smiling at her for a moment. “My step-daughter Sam is your roommate, this is a small world after all.”

“Yes, it is,” a familiar voice said from behind her making Riley want to run out of the room. She remembered Missy, she remembered the last time they had seen each other, right before she had been expelled from Abigail Addams for bullying Riley and getting caught.

“Missy be nice,” Mr. Bradford said before pulling her out of the room shortly after another girl walked in, her hair was long and black, but her smile made Riley pause for a moment. This person wasn’t like Missy, she seemed nicer, and if what Smackle had said was right she was a smart person who wanted to be a doctor.

“Hi,” a woman said from the door, her features similar to the younger woman, this was her mother. “You must be Riley.”

“Yes, I’m Riley,” she answered her heart was calming down after the confrontation with Missy.

“I’m Arya, this is my daughter Samaira,” she said pointing out the girl who was going to be Riley’s roommate for the year. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Riley said holding out her hand to greet the woman.

“Mom go help dad with the rest of my things please,” the other girl said before her mother nodded and smiled at the two of them.

“Okay Sam, I understand that you don’t want your overbearing mother around,” Arya said before walking off leaving the two girls behind.

“So,” Riley said looking down at her feet.

“I know about your history with Missy,” Samaira said before turning to Riley. “I’m sorry for anything she has done to you but please don’t think that I’m the same.”

“I don’t even know you, so I won’t pass judgement,” Riley answered before looking up at her new roommate. “Let’s start over, wipe the slate clean.”

“Okay,” she said turning to Riley. “Hi, my name is Sam, I’m your roommate.”

“Hi, I’m Riley,” she said and the two of them laughed for a moment breaking the tension that had built up from the moment Mr. Bradford had walked in through the door. “I picked the bed near the window, I hope that’s okay with you.”

“Yes, because I’m not a big morning person so the wall can prevent the sun from hitting me in the eye,” Sam said smiling at Riley. “I’m not joking either, I turn into a she beast when I don’t have coffee first thing in the morning.”

“I feel like I should have brought a coffee maker with me,” Riley said.

“Don’t worry, I brought mine with me, so I hope you like cappuccinos.”

“Like them I used to make them,” Riley said before sitting down on her bed. “I used to help out at my mother’s café, it’s called Topanga’s.”

“I’ve been there before, they had the best pastries in the world.”

Riley pulled out a bag that her mother had given her and handed it to Sam, “My mother gave me this before I left, she called it a little bit of home, so we can share it if you want.”

“This is great Riley,” Sam said opening the bag and sniffing its contents. “We’re going to be good friends I know it.”

“And all I needed was a bag full of pastries,” Riley said smiling before she heard a groan from the door making her jump.

“Could you help us?” Missy said as she walked in with a box in her hands. “The fast we get this over with the faster I can go to my school and get away from you all.”

“I’m just going to help them bring my things in,” Sam said gesturing towards the door before walking out with Missy.

Riley just stood there for a moment and looked at her room trying to find a place to start, after a minute there was a knock on the door and Riley was afraid to turn around. She slowly turned towards the door to see a familiar pair of eyes and rowdy hair, she couldn’t help but smile as Zay walked in through the door but she could feel a hint of something in him.

“I asked Lucas to let me come see you before he rushed over to proclaim his undying love for you,�� Zay said as he walked into the room. “I figured we could talk.”

“I’ve been wondering why you’ve been avoiding me,” Riley said to him. The two of them had gotten closer over the years and if felt as if this past summer they had grown apart even though it wasn’t possible.

“I sort of was,” he said before settling on her bed. “Cassie and I broke up over the summer.”

Riley couldn’t help but gasp as the words came out of his mouth, she felt responsible for his heartbreak, she had been the one to introduce them. For a moment she didn’t know what to do, they had been so happy she couldn’t figure out what had happened.

“I know that face, and Riley it’s not your fault,” he said looking up at her. “Cassie’s mom got sick again and her doctors told her that it would be better if she lived somewhere calmer and less polluted, Cassie loves her family so when they said that they were moving to Florida she decided to go with them.”

“You broke up because you were going to be apart, but what if she wanted to come back?”

“That the thing, we don’t know what the future holds, but she wanted me to have the chance to be happy even if it wasn’t with her,” he said before the tears began to fall. “It just hurts so much to not have her here with me some days.”

Riley walked over to him and pulled him into her arms, it was the only thing she could do, because he had lost someone he loved, and it was going to hurt him for a while. They stayed quiet for a moment before the sound of her roommate and her family reminded her of her current situation, one that she didn’t want Zay to have to deal with.

“My roommate is coming, if you want to meet her you can stay,” she said and he nodded.

“I’ll stay,” he said smiling at her. “I need a friend, one that knows what’s going on.”

“You don’t want the others to know?”

“Not right now,” he said trying to clean his face so that the tear marks wouldn’t show. “If that’s alright with you?”

“Well if you want a distraction you’re about to get a big one,” she said with a sigh. “My roommate is Missy Bradford’s step-sister.”

“What,” Zay said looking at her with shock. “She’s not like Missy, is she?”

“I don’t think so, according to Smackle she’s a nice person, but for some reason a lot of things are clicking in place from what happened in middle school.”

“Riley,” Sam said from the door. “I brought the coffee machine… oh you have someone here.”

“Yeah, um… Sam this is my friend Zay,” she said introducing the two of them. “Oh, and I brought a mini fridge but it’s still in the box, so I hope you didn’t get one too.”

“No, actually now that I think about it I should have thought of that too.”

“Should I go,” Zay said but Riley shook her head.

“You can help us unpack,” she said to him before leaning towards him. “And help me get through this moment because I don’t think I’m ready for a faceoff with Missy.”

“You got it sugar,” he said smiling at the two of them. “Just tell me where to move things and I’ll help you.”

Riley and Zay had been quiet when the rest of the Bradford’s had come into the room, Sam’s mom was kind to them, but Riley could see Missy scowling at her. When her parents left Missy turned her attention to Zay and Riley and sneered.

“I guess Lucas didn’t stay after all if you’re with this one,” Missy said but before Riley or Zay could say something Lucas came in and towered over Missy.

“I stayed, we’re still together, and if you ever say anything to Riley, or Zay that would piss me off I won’t hesitate to punch you,” he said but Riley moved faster than she thought she could, pulling Lucas away from Missy and settling him next to Zay.

“Missy I don’t want any problems,” Sam said from the other side of the room.

“She started it,” Missy retorted but they all knew that that wasn’t true. “Whatever, you have your stuff now we can leave.”

“Okay,” Sam said before following Missy out. “I’m so sorry about all of that,” she said before closing the door.

Riley turned towards Lucas and put her hand on his face, “It’s fine she wouldn’t do anything around her father.”

“She shouldn’t have been here in the first place,” he said before pulling her close. Too many memories filled the air, the fear of everything that had happened to them over the years because of Missy, and her friends.

“I think I understand now,” Zay said and Riley looked up to him. “I’m guessing around the time she started bullying you in middle school was the same time her father had remarried, because that woman was not Missy’s mother.”

“I was thinking the same thing, and she lashed out at me because of who I was, and what I had,” Riley said with a sigh. “I was an easy target.”

The three of them stayed silent for a moment before Sam walked back into the room sighing, “I love my mother and my step-father, but I sometimes wish that Missy was a better person.”

“We all wish that,” Zay said giving Sam a smile and Riley knew that Sam was about to become a part of their little group of friends.

“I know about your history together, I hadn’t known when they had given me my roommate assignment that you were the same person, but I knew who you were, and trust me I’m nothing like my step-sister.”

“I know, I knew from the moment we spoke that you were a kind person,” Riley said with a smile. “Come on let’s unpack and then we can go to the freshman orientation and you can meet my friends.”

“Sure,” Sam said with a smile.

Riley understood at that moment that her whole life was going to change, because if she could see someone who tormented her over the years and still come out happy then she could survive college. It was going to be hard but she had her friends, her little family, her new roommate and she had Lucas who was willing to fight for her no matter what.

#Girl Meets Season 6 #girl meets world fanfic #rucas #rucas fanfic #slight #Smarkle #Zay Babineaux #my poor little baby #Maya Hart #Cory Matthews is an overprotective father

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pulpwriterx · 4 years

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A STAR-CROSSED DYAD, PART 2: A SIMPLE TWIST OF FATE

PART 2: A SIMPLE TWIST OF FATE

Luke Skywalker busied himself by his fire, with the teakettle.

It had been a very interesting week, having an untrained, unexpected, half-savage young student.

Who was quite invested in Kylo Ren.

So much so that when he told her that Luke had tried to kill him?

Rey had tried to kill Luke.

He sighed.

Well, he had tried to kill Ben.

The question was?

Why did Rey care?

The answer was obvious, but Luke wanted to know to what degree whatever had happened between his nephew and his new student had progressed.

The fact that they could communicate across space and time was not promising.

Luke waited for Rey to explain herself.

“Master Luke? I suppose you want to know why I reacted so violently.”

Luke continued making tea.

He acted as if it was not important.

“Is it because the very thought of anyone harming Ben makes you murderously enraged?”

“It is. But I have to tell you why.”

“I have my suspicions, Rey.”

“You won’t be angry with me?”

Luke sighed.

“Now you sound like Ben. Before he was about to tell me something that would infuriate me? He’d ask me that. I’ll tell you the same thing I used to tell him. I might be angry with you, Rey. But I will try to understand.”

“I think you have us wrong. Ben is a Skywalker. He had the light and the darkness in him. Like his grandfather, before him. But me? I think there’s more darkness than light inside me. I attacked Ben, in a rage, and disfigured his face. I’m sure he could have killed me. But he didn’t. And…I seduced him. Earlier that same day? When he was interrogating me? I seduced him.”

She seduced him.

That’s Ben for you. If a woman told him that she wanted him to wear a rubber glove on his head and crow like a rooster while they were in bed, he’d do it.

Luke was glad Rey couldn’t see the look on his face.

He was unsure if he was going to laugh, scream, or cry.

“Master Luke?”

“I’m sorry, Rey. I’m just not understanding how this could happen.”

“Well, he didn’t want to. I mean, he did, but not, you know, in the interrogation room, with me in restraints on the table.”

“I’m not surprised. And I’m waiting for you ti explain yourself.”

“Oh. Well, I made him free one of my legs and I told him to rip a hole in my leggings.”

Luke dropped a teacup and caught it using the Force.

“I don’t need details, Rey. I just want to know if you seduced him, or if you were coerced.”

“Actually, Master Luke. I think I coerced Ben. I know it sounds stupid, but that’s the way I was. I seduced him. I goaded him into doing it. He kept telling me no, and I pretty much told him that if he didn’t do it, he wasn’t much of a man. Ben even said he wanted to unlock me, and take me to his quarters, but I just got…I got carried away. I seduced him. But it wasn’t just, you know, for purely physical reasons. I feel like we are bound by the Force. Like I have been waiting for him, all my life. Like I have always known him. Like we are two minds, two hearts, two souls, two bodies that were once as one. But he’s Kylo farkling Ren! That’s why I got so angry. I’m angry at everyone, now. Especially myself.”

Luke poured them some tea.

“All this, at first sight?”

“Master Luke. You’re not getting it. I know Ben. Kylo. As well as you do. He’s my old man, and I'm his girl. I met him on Jakku, a few years ago.”

Suddenly?

Everything made a little more sense.

But Luke was close to speechless.

“What? How?” he managed to ask.

This time, however he did not drop the teacup.

“In the cantina at Niima Outpost. I was the Galactic Age of Consent, don’t get upset. He was dressed in a First Order officer’s flight suit. The most Imperial man in the Galaxy. Ben told me he was a pilot and an officer and his name was Kylo Skywalker. We fell in love. He hired a flat for me. He’d come back and visit me. Once a month, if he could. He’d stay for about a week. Sometimes we’d go off world. He used to tell me, when the war was over, we’d fly away on his ship, and go wherever we wanted to. That he would be free. Then, last year? Ben finally told me all about who he really was. Ben Solo. Kylo Ren. Everything. I was so upset, I moved out of the flat and quit seeing him. It was horrible for me. But I couldn’t live with it. That I was in love with Kylo farkling Ren. Almost a year went by before fate brought us back together on Takodana. Fate will always bring us back together. Now do you understand?”

“A simple twist of fate.”

“What?” Rey asked.

“It was a simple twist of fate, Rey. How old are you, now? 19? So you would have been 16, the age of consent, three years ago. And Ben was 26. That was when Kylo Ren appeared on the Galactoc scene. There you both were. At the beginning of a long run down to bad and ruin, in a place that had long been run down. And both of you just couldn’t wait to get started on destroying yourselves, utterly? But then comes the simple twist of fate. You meet. You fall in love. And everything changes. Your lives. My life. The fate of the Galaxy. All because a boy in an Imperial flyboy uniform swaggered into a cantina where a girl came to meet an Imperial flyboy. And you met the most Imperial flyboy of them all. You know, Han went to the Imperial Academy. He was an Imperial pilot, for a little while. He was an Imperial flyboy, too. And I wanted to go to the Imperial Academy. If it hadn’t been for Ben Kenobi? I would have. Simple twists of fate, Rey. How immense the Galaxy is, and how small we all are. Including me.”

Rey looked at her Master’s face, in the firelight.

He was smiling.

He was still smiling, when he handed Rey her tea.

“It’s all clear to me now. Now? I understand. The Jedi Order was finished. It was time for something new. The Empire was also finished. That’s why the First Order needed Ben. Without him, without his strength, his power, what he symbolizses? They will crumble. I should have started something new. Maybe, if we all live to see the end of this? Maybe I will. Because it is time for something else, Rey. Something completely different.”

He sipped his tea.

“Like some terrible, irresponsible, but very good advice. Make no mistake, this is terrible advice. Terrible for the Galaxy. Terrible coming from me. But you and Ben? You should run away, together. On his ship. Run far. Run fast. And never come back.”

“Now, Master Luke?”

“Well, ideally? You should kill Snoke, first. After he’s dead, Ben’s mind will be free. He won’t realise that right away. His mind has never been free. You’re not strong enough to use the Force to overpower him. So, if he won’t immediately go with you? Take a blaster. Set it to stun. Wear it in a secret holster. If he gives you any trouble? Stun him, grab him under the arms, drag him to my father’s Imperial TIE Fighter and run away.”

“Where?”

“The Outer Rim. Tattoine. Or Arkanis. When Ben used to run off with his father. That’s where they did most of their business. I’m sure Ben still knows people, there. Maybe he still does business on the Outer Rim. Keep him there. Like Han wanted. Han was right. I was wrong. Leia was wrong. But my father, and Han? They were right.”

“But this is madness, Master Luke!” Rey protested.

“Rey, all of this, everything that’s happened since the Jedi Order failed Anakin Skywalker? It’s all madness. It’s the same madness, too. The Jedi Order failed Anakin Skywalker. Darth Vader failed my sister and I. My sister and I failed Ben. At least Han tried. And now? You have to break the cycle of failures. Trust your feelings. Let your emotions, your passions guide you. But don’t let your anger allow your darkness to overtake you. I do believe that I am talking Grey Jedi, here. Yes. I am. But that’s not important. Go save Ben. He’s what’s important. His life. Your life.”

Luke stood up.

“I’m going to go to the cave where I meditate. And meditate on whether I’ve just given you brave advice, good advice, or the worst advice of the last sixty years.”

***

“Rey?”

“I thought I'd find answers here. I was wrong. I've never felt so alone.”

“You're not alone.”

“Neither are you.”

Ben took off his glove and reached for Rey’s hand.

She reached for his hand, too.

Their fingers touched, and then entwined.

“How is this possible?” Rey asked.

“I don’t know. Can I stay here with you, tonight?”

“I’d like you to. But what if Master Luke comes back?”

“What’s he going to do? Kill us both?”

“No. He said that I should run away with you.”

“Did he? Maybe he’s starting to see what I see. I don’t know if that’s very good, or very bad.”

Ben got up and Rey could see him moving around in his quarters, looking for something.

Then he was back with her, again.

He unrolled a camping mat and put a sleeping bag on top of it.

“It’s not much. But it’s better than just lying on the ground. Or, as your Imperial Lord and Master, do I assume too much?”

Rey blushed.

“I did say that out loud, didn’t I? You must think I’m a horrible pervert.”

“No, I think it’s like I said. You need my darkness. I need your light. And I can’t say I didn’t like it. Also? I’m the guy who fucks you, remember? I know you love the Imperial Act.”

“What will I do if I turn you from the Dark Side?” Rey said, trying to laugh it off.

“I’ll always be the most Imperial man in the Galaxy. And I will keep, at the very least, my spare uniform.”

“Ben I…I cried so hard, that night. It seems like years ago. I can’t believe it was only a month or so. I’m sorry I gave you that scar. But it’s a very…interesting scar.”

“I treasure it. It’s proof you love me.”

“It is? How?”

“You didn’t cut my head off.”

Rey laughed, a little.

She realised that she had her head on Ben’s shoulder and he had his arm around her.

“This is nice. Being so close to you. Ben, I'm sorry about the insanity of our last meeting. I don’t understand what possessed me. To attack you. Either time.”

“I thought it was all very romantic. The thunderbolt hit us, all over again, and we went mad with desire. Remember, Rey. Under an authoritarian system, like the ones that control both of us? Sex is an act of rebellion. Love is revolutionary. And it’s only normal to feel angry when you are a slave to a destiny that you neither asked for nor do you understand.”

“But I’m with the Resistance.”

“And? The First Order is the Iron Fist. The Resistance is the Iron Fist, but in a velvet glove. We’re both still ground under the Iron Heel. Of course Master Luke wanst to see us get away. The Iron Heel ground him down to nothing.”

“Well, we'll both be free, soon. There’s only one man standing between us and freedom.”

“Snoke.”

“Yes. Snoke.”

They were both quiet for a little while.

“This is nice. Holding you in my arms. Talking. It’s like when we used to have the flat, on Jakku. I miss the time we used to spend, together. Maybe you and I can meet, somewhere, once a month.”

Rey didn’t say no.

She snuggled against Ben.

“Ben, I won’t try to leave you again. I’m sorry I ran away from you.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you for so long. I’ll never do it again.”

Rey turned her face up to Ben’s, for a kiss.

“Are you done talking, already, Rey?”

“We can talk, later.”

***

Master Luke did come back, to get his sleeping bag, to take up to his cave.

He made sure that Rey and Ben did not perceive his presence.

Ben had folded his clothes and put them on a chair; Rey had thrown hers around.

The black sleeping bag had a black pile interior, and a sort of pillow at the top, where Ben’s head lay.

Rey was curled up against Ben’s chest.

He snored, loudly and contentedly, and the sound apparently didn’t bother Rey.

Luke had come to believe that his father was right; love would save the Galaxy.

After all, hate and war had not.

He got his sleeping bag, a nasty, threadbare old thing, and on impulse, sent a message into his nephew’s dream.

Ben, how about leaving a poor, crazy old man a decent sleeping bag and mat? I’ll get over the First Order insignia, somehow.

Then he turned around.

Uncle Luke?

Luke Skywalker stopped walking.

You don’t have to rot away here and die, crushed by the Iron Fist, ground under the Iron Heel. Come with us. I understand you, now. I forgive you. Take your own advice. Come with us.

Master Skywalker smiled, slowly.

“Perhaps I will, Ben.” He replied.

#dyad in the force #reylo #reylo daily #luke skywalker jedi master #save ben solo #reylo canonverse au #grey jedi ben solo #kylo ren grey jedi #rey grey jedi

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pineaberry · 6 years

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Productivity

Part 1:Efficiency|Part 2:Productivity|Part 3: Competency

Efficiency is doing more with less.

Productivity is doing more with the same.

His name was Archiban Frodrick Kimble.

The man pondered this fact as he stepped out of the makeshift hospital’s refresher. He stared at the mirror grimly noting how the water hadn’t gotten warm enough to even begin to fog the glass.

He’d always been of the opinion that names were a sure way to tell how much a parent hated a kid. He considered it sound logic as he recalled how insufferable his own parents had been. If it had been up to them he’d never have left Coruscant after his studies. They would have him plan out his life like erecting a cage. It would have been a comfortable prison to be sure, but a cage nonetheless.

“Frodrick,” he scoffed.

It was the Frodrick what got to him the most.

Frodrick sounded like a man who enjoyed shuffling paperwork and hemming over ‘the economy’ and the ‘apprehensive state of things’ from behind the comfort of a borl wood desk. Frodrick would have stayed in Coruscant and ascended the echelons of high government while watching the galaxy tear itself apart from one of the planet’s copious ivory towers.

Frodrick was a ponce. Farkle that guy. He’d take Doc any day. A shiver cut off his thoughts.

“But I bet Frodrick has hot water,” he sighed before ruffling his damp hair with a towel and finishing his morning routine.

He usually didn’t mind his spartan surroundings, after all, helping those in need and five star accommodations were rarely part of the same packaged deal. However, after the fifth week without reliable plumbing, his living situation was starting to grate on him.

“Just remember, it’s for the greater good,” he muttered to himself as he gave his hair a final inspection.

It occurred to him that he did a lot of unpleasant things for the sake of the greater good. His willingness to dive into the muck to save lives had gotten him involved with crime lords, Hutts, spice traders, and more than his share of gang enforcers. There were still places in Nar Shadaa he couldn’t show his face without running the risk of getting it blasted all over the walls… and those were people he could still consider friends.

People called him reckless. Women would call him impulsive. (A significant size of said demographic would also call him a series of insults that would make a Hutt blush.) None of them really understood his motives. He went where he was needed simple as that. Be it in a rickety hovel on Rodia, or infiltrating the Imperial Medical Corps on Sullust, he sought the action because where there was fighting the inevitable civilian cost of it followed. It was why he was now on Balmorra juggling between feigned deference to the Imperials and pretending to care about whatever pointless cause the Resistance was championing this week.

Imperials allowed his unsanctioned medical outpost in the far edge of the Markaran Plains because it was convenient. Scouting parties often ran out of supplies this far away from their outposts and he was more than happy to sell them subpar medpacs or ‘gently’ expired rations. The Balmorrans allowed it because after a firefight, there was always a need for an isolated place to hole up. Doc was a practical man and he knew the moment one side decided he was expendable, it would all go up in flames. Considering how both sides seemed to be on a hair trigger, neutrality was becoming more dangerous by the day.

A cursory glance at his medical equipment revealed the sad state of affairs. His resupply was late. What little presence the Republic spared locally was holed up in Bugtown and unfortunately it also meant that the safest drop point had to be in the middle of a colicoid nest. Any number of things could have gone wrong. Speaking of which...

A handful of Balmorran Resistance fighters came barging in carrying wounded two of which, Doc knew, were already as good as dead.

“Colicoids! Imps they… they were herding them! Took the whole camp, couldn’t even sound the alarm...” stammered a young fighter looking white as a sheet, “tried to retreat and we-we ran into shock troops!”

“It was a tiny camp, not even on the maps or nothin’,” said another as they helped place a wounded man down on the medical bed.

“Imps never come this far west!”

“You only ever saw scouts around these parts!”

“They don’t have the manpower to hold the plains. They can’t!”

Doc didn’t comment as he worked on the wounded. His mind slipped into his medic mode as he categorized the patients: three critically injured, four stable, two terminal. He activated an old pair of medical droids that were being held together by hopes and wishes. The jittery contraptions were only good for working on the lighter injuries but they would ease some of the load.

Something about this bothered him. An unexpected coordinated attack had befallen a tiny camp that had until now, seemed to be too insignificant for notice. As he grappled with returning someone’s insides back into their proper place he glanced at one of the fighters.

“How many were in the camp?” he asked as he grabbed the last pack of Kolto and applied it where it would do the most good.

“Twenty… maybe thirty… we’re all that’s left. It was overkill. There was no need...”

“Okay kid, I’d love to hold your hand right now but I’m elbow deep in your buddy here. So if you don’t mind, help me out and put some pressure there… yes right there. Okay you don’t have to look but don’t let go,” Doc cut him off and recruited him as a nurse. Poor bastard was going to have to cope with some serious PTSD after this. They were too young and they seemed to get younger every time.

The kid was right, though, colicoids and shock troopers were a bit much for a camp that didn’t reach forty people. Usually when Imps tried to send a message they simply slaughtered the designated unfortunate bastards and left the bodies behind to serve as a warning. Survivors were rare unless… Doc’s eyes widened in realization.

“CLOSE THE BLAST DOORS!” he bellowed at the shell-shocked fighters near the entrance. One off them, a teenager thin as a rail rushed to the lock.

Almost on cue, an imperial probe droid zipped into view and shot the boy before destroying the locks. Like swarming insects, Imperial troopers flowed into the makeshift hospital. Their weapons were trained on the hapless resistance fighters. These weren’t the easily bribed dregs of the Empire that washed up at Doc’s door. These were regiment troops from Sobrik. No doubt fresh off a starship if their nearly spotless armor was any indication.

“So, it's going to be that kind of day…” he said as he tugged off his bloodied gloves in annoyance.

Doc’s experience with Imperials was that they skewed towards being rigid, hierarchical, militants with a superiority complex. If he wanted to find the leader of this little brigade, he’d just have to find the biggest most condescending asshole of the bunch.

“Seal the structure, no one enters or leaves this compound without my authorization,” an sharp voice echoed through the room.

“The elusive asshole shows himself,” he muttered as he saw troopers point their rifles at the medical beds. In a surge of anger he turned to the nearest soldier and scowled. “Hey! Point those things away from my patients!”

He was answered by a swift strike to the face with the side of a rifle. Doc stumbled back holding his nose and he had to hand it to his opponent, that was quite the eloquent counterpoint.

“Lieutenant Quinn. The bunker is secured, sir,” the soldier reported before raising his rifle to strike Doc again.

“Enough. Are you the doctor running this illicit facility?” Quinn asked somehow managing to sound both annoyed and utterly bored.

Doc blinked away enough stars from his gaze to focus on the man questioning him. He wore the usual drab gray uniform with a lieutenant insignia on his chest. He had black hair, cold blue eyes, and perfectly symmetrical features that betrayed the extensive eugenics treatment his DNA had gotten. Save for the speck of black under his left eye he could have been mistaken for a stock photo. Here he was, an Imperial Officer traipsing through the backwaters of Balmorra and the bastard had the audacity to not have a single hair out of place.

Oh yeah, he was in charge, and he knew it.

“This is an independent medical facility,” Doc said enunciating each word as though he were clarifying it to a child. The Imperial officer’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly as he sized up Doc’s form.

“Very well. Then in accordance with the Treaty of Coruscant article five section three, you are under arrest for harboring and enabling terrorist activity,” he replied before glancing at a stormtrooper, “corporal, arrest the doctor and execute the traitors.”

Doc felt his stomach plummet at the words.

“What? No wait a minute! Waitaminute! WAIT!” he yelled stepping in the line of fire between the soldiers and the wounded. “Lieutenant Quinn, right? Sir, wait, please. They’re just kids. They’re stupid kids who wanted to play the Balmorran hero and got themselves mixed up in all this. Don’t… don’t kill them, there’s no honor in killing them.”

“Do not presume to tell me what is or is not honorable,” Quinn snapped with thinly veiled disgust, “I know what you are. You and your ilk enable this pitiful insurgency in clear violation of the ceasefire. You provoke the locals into revolting against Balmorra’s lawful annexation to the Empire and continue to draw out this conflict. Their blood is on your hands. Not that I would expect Republic scum to understand the basic concept of social responsibility and consequences.”

Doc bristled at the accusations but bit his tongue in the interest of saving lives.

“Alright… okay… maybe I deserved that, but don’t kill them. They’re no threat to you or the Empire. Listen, I’m a damn good doctor, I’ll go with you, hell I’ll even work off any trouble I’ve put you through after making you come all the way out here,” Doc’s mouth was running faster than his mind could keep up. There had to be something he could offer this slab of ice.

“You are wasting my time. Corporal, you have your orders,” Quinn said dismissively before turning his back on the entire scene and walking away. The soldiers locked onto the resistance fighters.

“There’s a shipment of medical supplies!” Doc blurted and Quinn suddenly stopped. The stormtroopers seemed to hesitate and looked to Quinn for guidance. Sensing the lieutenant’s interest Doc decided to work that angle. “I know you guys are running dry. I’ve a contact, Lt. Leeral at the outpost. She’s been pressing me for med kits and I’ve got them delivered this week. An entire month’s supply maybe more if you ration it right: Trauma packs, medpacks, fresh kolto, the works. Enough for a whole regiment.”

Lt. Quinn looked thoughtful and he raised his hand stopping the soldiers’ advance. Resources on the battlefield were scarce and they were indeed running on fumes. Additional supplies would be a godsend to the frontlines, but of course the man could be lying through his teeth to preserve his allies.

“You spare them and it’s all yours. I’ll take you to the drop point myself,” Doc said raising his hands as though attempting to appease a rampaging bantha. “Everyone gets what they want, nobody has to die”

Lt. Quinn pinned Doc with an ice-blue stare that chilled him to the bone. He could have handled a glare, or disdain, or even sadistic glee from the Imperial, but cold calculating nothingness? How was he supposed to read that?! It was reptilian and devoid of humanity, like looking a Krayt Dragon in the eye, or an armed droid calculating whether or not it should disembowel you.

“Corporal, take the prisoners to the outpost for processing and hold them there. I want a team of four to accompany me,” Quinn ordered before jabbing a finger at Doc, “and you. If your information proves to be worthless you will regret having lied to me.”

“Me? Lie? C’mon Lieutenant, how can you call a face this handsome a liar?” Doc retorted with a brash smile.

“I want cuffs on this idiot, right now.”

Doc sat in a holding pen that reminded him of an oversized pet carrier. His wrists were bound with durasteel cuffs, quite unnecessarily considering how he was already in a cage. Sobrik was every bit the cold, fascist place he’d imagined it to be. Though the Lieutenant had requested a map of the supplies’ location, Doc had adamantly refused to divulge any information save for the fact that it was located somewhere in the Jacent Valley. There was no point in revealing everything he knew, after all, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t take the intel and shoot him on the spot. Lt. Quinn had managed to look offended at the thought.

And so here he was, in a holding pen with nothing but his thoughts and the lock picks tucked into the inside of his boot. Doc leaned back against the bars and stared at the grated ceiling up above.

“What is a man to do?” he grinned before he deftly slipped out of his cuffs. It took only slightly more skill to open his cell door and sneak past the inexperienced guard.

Impersonating someone required confidence. If you didn’t project confidence, then no disguise could shield you.

Take Imperials for instance. Impersonating an Imp was all about stance. They walked, talked and breathed like they were bred to crush inferior beings under foot. Doc smoothed his hair back so as to streamline his look before squaring his shoulders and taking a steadying breath. He then began to storm down the streets of Sobrik as though he were being summoned for a pointless meeting and someone was going to pay dearly for wasting his precious time.

It worked…

…Right up until he took a wrong turn and ended up in a dead end surrounded by military personnel. He’d obviously stumbled into the officers’ quarters but rather than backtrack and raise suspicion, he marched himself right up to a door with only a young guard posted.

“Halt. Identification papers please.”

“Young man do you think a random stranger would simply barge into the middle of Sobrik if he didn’t have pressing business?” he snapped hoping his accent didn’t push through. “I didn’t rise through the ranks to become a major just to be questioned by a snot nosed brat!”

“I… that is… apologies sir. It’s just… your see... Lt. Quinn is very specific about protocol, sir.”

“Ah yes, the man can be an utter bore. He wouldn’t sneeze without the proper paperwork,” Doc huffed as he clasped his hands behind his back and stood at parade rest.

“And he’d submit it it triplicate,” the soldier echoed mournfully only to realize who he was addressing, “that is to say… er… sir… Lt. Quinn is not in his quarters at this time. If you leave your name I can… ah… let him know you stopped by.”

Doc raised an eyebrow. So that’s who this building belonged to. Well this was going to be more fun than he expected.

“I am well aware of Lt. Quinn’s location. I’ve only just arrive from cleaning up the mess in Marakan Plains! I wouldn’t come here donning civilian clothes if my business with him was not of the utmost secrecy,” he replied in his best emulation of Quinn’s condescending tone, “now step aside soldier unless you’d prefer to do your next assignment patrolling Bugtown!”

The young corporal looked conflicted before finally opting for the lesser of two evils and letting him through. “Yes sir. I’m sorry sir.”

Once more bravado and bold face lying won out. Doc marched inside leaving a flummoxed guard in his wake. He looked around curiously before making a beeline for the terminal. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the good Lieutenant to keep his end of the bargain, but he needed to make sure the people he was risking his life to save had made it out alive.

“Encrypted... ” Doc growled in frustration. He couldn't say he was surprised but that didn't mean it made the situation any less annoying.

He mulled over all of his known Imperial security keys but he found that the data was too well protected. A message flagged as important piqued his interest but it resisted all of his attempts to crack it. After a valiant but ultimately futile attempt, he could get no more information save for the fact that it arrived last night and it was delivered via an off-planet data courier. He’d almost be impressed by Lt. Quinn’s foresight and skill if it wasn’t such a huge pain in his ass. Without his trusty slicing gear he was left with few options. It was not an entire loss, he’d managed to skim enough data from the remaining messages to deduce his patients were still alive and being kept somewhere as collateral.

“Kriffing imps must really be hurting for supplies if they go through all this trouble just for lil ol’ me,” he muttered under his breath.

So like it or not, he was stuck here, at least until he could devise a way to ensure his patients’ safety. Doc leaned back on the chair as he mulled over the new information before catching a glimpse of Lt. Quinn’s sleeping quarters. The entire place was unnaturally spotless and pristine. Idly Doc wondered if the Imperial was actually a new form of humanoid droid.

“Well if you can’t beat them...” he sighed before springing to his feet and walking towards Quinn’s closet.

“You had one job, Jillins! One!” Quinn’s voice all but trembled with rage. “How is it you bungled such a simple straightforward task!”

“It’s not my fault, sir! He said he was a major and had a classified mission.”

“If I hear another excuse spilling out of your mouth, I will march you off the edge of Gorinth Canyon!” he snapped as he searched through his datafiles for signs of slicing.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t… I’m sorry...” Jillins stammered.

Quinn clenched his jaw as he worked furiously to identify and stem any damage or security leaks that might have sprung. Not only had his security detail allowed a Republic prisoner to escape custody, but now said prisoner was wandering around Sobrik in full military attire.

“Shall we sound the alarm, sir?” Jillins asked and it took all of Malavai’s strength not to throw a paperweight at his thick skull.

Yes of course, sound an alarm. Tell the entire city what complete and utter jackass you are. And by proxy, what an incompetent jackass I am for believing you could handle something so simple!

“He can’t have gone far...” the corporal said in an attempt to be helpful.

Quinn pinned his subordinate with an acrid glare that successfully cowed him into silence.

I am surrounded by idiots.

This was the last thing he needed. Lord Baras’ newest apprentice would be arriving any day now. Standard hyperspace flight times from Dromund Kaas to Balmorra could be anywhere from 4-7 days barring any major skirmishes. Lord Baras had given him a week’s notice, but from what he had gleaned, the Sith cared very little for accuracy or feasibility in his proposed deadlines. One week could very easily become 24 hours and he simply wasn’t ready! With his best men on the field gathering intel for Lord Baras, Quinn was having to rely on raw brawn and nitwits like Jillins.

The excursion through Markaran Plains was supposed have been simple: Locate the hospital patching up resistance members and seize any medical assets. With Imperial medical shipments three months overdue, this had been a had been a last ditch effort to restock their dwindling supplies. Planetary Command’s solution to an increasing loss of personnel was to send more troops but this level of death was unsustainable. Without reliable medical support, the Empire would never be able to cement their hold on Balmorra.

Regardless, his mission had ended up being nothing more than a costly expenditure of resources. The supposed hospital had been nothing but a sad collection of medical beds and a single bleeding-heart medic. Now more than ever they needed to not only find the medic, but the promised medical supplies. Should he fail to deliver either, the Balmorran commanders would have his hide long before Darth Baras ever lay a finger on him.

He ran a hand over his face feeling the pressure mounting behind his eyes. Not enough sleep in days, too much cheap caff and lack of a decent meal was making him irritable. He was bound to end up with an ulcer before the week was out.

Focus. Failure is not an option. Analyze the situation and act.

“I want you to go to the shuttle area and question the droid for information on anyone matching the prisoner’s appearance,” he finally said in a tone that was far calmer than he felt. Unfortunately this made Corporal Jillins hesitate and Quinn’s restraint finally snapped. “GO. NOW.”

Jillins flinched and hurried away as though he’d been scalded. It wasn’t as satisfying to Quinn as it should have been. He ran his fingers through his dark hair only as though to tear it out by the fistful in frustration. His holo communicator rang cutting through the silence and his gaze flickered with annoyance. Malavai recognized that frequency.

Enter another in a long parade of people wasting my time...

“Kent, I’ve told you, we are not going to be allocating resources to your facility for the foreseeable future,” he cut off the man before he had a chance to speak.

“I am aware. I got your ten page report on it,” Kent stated dryly, “though a simple no would have sufficed.”

“Then why do you insist on calling.”

“One of my boys just came back from Sobrik. I just thought you’d like to know there’s a Major at the Cantina regaling the place with stories and running up your tab,” the portly man on the holo replied looking utterly pleased with himself.

“What? That’s preposterous, I don’t have a tab-” Quinn froze and his expression turned positively livid before snatching up his blaster. “I’m going to kill him.”

He stormed out of his quarters with Kent’s amused laughter ringing in his ears. The outrage within him bubbled over and stifled that tiny voice that insisted they needed to take the prisoner alive.

“So there we was pinned down, easily fifty to a man. Blaster shots whizzing by our heads, and down to our last two snipers. When BOOM! Another concussion grenade and there went our snipers! There were so many dead troopers sprawled everywhere we piled them up and made barricades. Then there was another blast and I got it straight in the face. Death was callin’. So I turned to my mate Quinn and I says, ‘Quinny my lad, if I don’t make it out alive you toss my carcass on that barricade so I can keep kriffing up Pubs in the otherworld.’” Doc’s voice was tinted with his most convincing imperial accent as it echoed through the small crowd of cantina girls and soldiers.

Wars came and went but if there was one constant in the universe it was that nothing beat a good Cantina. Hell even Imperials became downright likeable once they had a few pints in them. Toss in a good story and soon Doc had quite the audience. The Sunken Sarlacc Cantina was no different than the Republic Cantinas off-world, granted there was a distinct lack of non-human faces on THIS side of the counter.

“You’re so brave,” a cute little Twi’lek cooed as she snuggled closer to Doc and brought him a fresh drink.

“I am, aren’t I? Heart of gold, you girls have. That goes double, in your case, beautiful,” he grinned nodding at a zabrak dancer with dark crimson skin. “Gotta tell you, luvs, after a long day protecting the Empire, it’s nice to come back and be reminded wot we’re fighting for.”

He’d settled in a private lounge usually reserved for visiting dignitaries which had not been cheap, but thankfully Lt. Quinn had excellent credit and a clear tab to boot. If Doc were a sensible man he would not be pressing his luck, then again no one could ever accuse Doc of being anything resembling sensible.

“Well then after that scrap, Quinn and I were thick as thieves we was,” he grinned as he looped an arm around the dancer and smirked, “got a scar from that and I just might show you if you play your cards right.”

The lounge door slammed open an enraged lieutenant on the warpath loomed in the doorway.

“YOU.”

“Ah! There he is now! Quinny m’lad, grab a pint! Ladies, make him feel welcome!” Doc chirped happily and raised his glass.

The gathered soldiers cheered his arrival and follow suit, some even clapped Quinn on the shoulder as they stumbled out and back to their barracks for the night. A few more mumbled things along the line of ‘you’re alright Quinn’ followed invariably by ‘no matter what everybody says’.

Quinn blinked in confusion as their reactions threw him for a loop. Despite a decade of service on Balmorra, he was not well-known and those who did know him were more likely to raise their glasses to throw their contents in his direction rather than… well whatever this was.

He scowled as he pushed away a scantily dressed alien female as though he were being confronted by walking sewage. He reacted as though the very idea of her existence to be an affront to decency itself. Quinn then approached the medic and seized his arm in an iron grip before pinning him with an angry glare.

“You are coming with me this instant,” he hissed under his breath.

“Aw, Quinny mate, you just got here,” Doc whined as he was dragged to his feet. He rolled his eyes at his captor. “Oh alright, if I can’t tempt you with pretty girls I suppose I can let you have your way with me. Take me to your dungeon!”

Quinn sputtered as though horrified beyond words as the cantina dancers tittered gleefully.

“You’re so pretty when you blush...” Doc smirked only to be confronted by the full brunt of Quinn’s closed fist. The medic stumbled back stunned but not entirely surprised.

“Don’t make me shoot you. No, better still, please do. Please give me an excuse to upgrade the decor with your splattered brains,” Quinn snapped as his grip grew tighter with each word.

Doc flexed his jaw a bit before answering.

“Okay, first: Wow, you are high strung. If anyone needed some downtime it’s you. Second: You are cutting off the circulation to my-OW OKAY! OKAY! I’M UP! I’M WALKING!” Doc yelped as he was pulled along like an errant child caught playing hooky. Once they were out of the cantina Quinn slammed him against the nearest wall and cuffed his hands behind his back.

“I cannot believe you had the gall to impersonate an imperial officer,” Quinn seethed.

“Oof, I didn’t like the accomodations you provided.”

“Obviously I made a mistake. I’ll make sure to find a suitable ditch to dispose of your body this time,” Quinn all but growled as he forced Doc to face him.

“Aw, don’t be like that. You know I hate it when we fight.”

“Am I going to have to gag you to get you to shut up?!” Quinn snarled in Doc’s face as he slammed him back against the wall.

“You know, I love it when we roleplay, honey, but maybe wait until we’re in private?” Doc’s head tilted to one side and he made a show of staring at someone behind Quinn.

Malavai turned to see a soldier patrolling the street staring at the both of them. He knew exactly how it looked: two officers stumbling out of the Cantina early in the evening... one of them pinning the other against the wall… the other spewing smutty nonsense...

Emperor preserve me.

“Stop gawking and do your job,” he snapped at the soldier before turning to Doc who was stifling his laughter. “I hope you enjoyed your little excursion because you won’t be setting foot outside in a very long time.”

“Oh Lieutenant, I’ve been so baaaad...”

Malavai clenched his jaw and all but dragged the drunken prisoner through the streets of Sobrik. That had to be it. He was definitely drunk. That was why threats were not working. That had to be the reason.

“I should have just shot you and saved myself the trouble,” Quinn muttered under his breath.

“You keep saying that but something tells me that if you could have, you would have,” Doc replied with a smirk, “seems to me like you need me alive. Either that or you’re just REALLY incompetent.”

“Would you care to test that theory?” Quinn asked as he drew his blaster.

“See, there you go again being rude to me. I respond to positive reinforcement and all these threats are doing nothing for my nervous disposition. You haven’t even asked my name!” Doc accused him as he stared defiantly down the barrel of the blaster.

“If it made any difference-” Quinn’s retort was cut off by the wail of sirens.

“What is it? What are those sirens?” Doc asked as he saw his captor look around warily before checking his ammo clip.

Quinn cast his talking burden with a grim look before sparing him a single word as explanation.

“Colicoids.”

“What? In here? But isn’t this an Imperial City?” Doc asked as he was shoved towards the nearest building emblazoned with an Imperial crest, “Don’t you have those huge guns? And a force shield!”

“If you’re that insistent on it, you’re welcome to explain to them when they catch us now walk faster!”

As the sirens continued to wail, Quinn’s security clearance got them into the building which turned out to be an vacated hangar. There were off-duty soldiers there already forming a battle plan in the upper levels. Quinn noticed an empty cargo container no doubt used for shipping fragile items. With a smirk and promptly shoved his prisoner into it.

“Hey! HEY! You can’t just lock me up in a box! IT DOESN’T EVEN HAVE AIR-HOLES!”

“Sit down, shut up, and maybe you won’t use up all your oxygen,” Quinn snapped before slamming the lid closed and locking it tight.

“Quinn! C’mon man! Don’t leave me in here! It stinks like an old mattress! I can’t even stand up! Quinn! Quinn! ARGH! YOU ARE THE WORST KIDNAPPER EVER!”

Now that had been properly satisfying. If it weren’t for their imminent doom, Malavai might have even laughed. He climbed up the staircase to the second level and joined the soldiers. They, like him, were preparing to defend the hangar should it become necessary or to join the fight should they receive a direct order to do so. Hopefully the breach would be contained before it got to that.

I loathe Balmorra.

#Malavai Quinn #Doc #Archiban Frodrick Kimble #F: Productivity #SWTOR #Balmorra

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 6 years

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listen... i miss gmw. gimme a lil something something bout the kids' college graduations?? maybe baby penny is sick all over Farkle's diploma and it's ruined for framing and Jennifer can't BELIEVE the AUDACITY of this infant CHILD and maybe joshaya are running late late late late bc whoops impromptu trip to denmark on smthg and the plane was delayed but FSCK WE GOTTA GRADUATE or something. idk. what i do know is that i love ur blog and riarkle, in that order xxxx

You sent this in like maybe a week or so ago and I’ve been ignoring it in fear of becoming Trash once more but I just realized that it’s Riley’s birthday and life is a nightmare so the Trash Is Unleashed™

Okay so Maya stayed in New York for college as we know, but Riley and Farkle fucked off away to some Ivy League out of state

You readers can put them wherever your pretty little hearts desire, I personally like the thought of them in Boston (and I feel like it’d be a nice little circle since Feeny’s from Boston let me live)

But anyway, they’ve stayed as close as ever!!! Time and distance have no power over them!!! We know this!!!

Like we’re talking facetiming, constant texting, a group chat with memes they can’t explain to anyone else, phone calls, they all know what’s up with each other constantly

For the record they are still in touch with Zay, Smackle and Lucas but it’s just like. not CONSTANT communication you know. Like they’re group chat still lives but it’s college + Riley and Farkle have a kid so they’re all busy

But anyway

So Riley’s got her astrophysics and journalism courses aced, Farkle’s fully set to go into politics, and Maya’s art major is done with.

And you know. Our fav ot3 has been together most of their lives. They graduated middle school and high school together and they couldn’t wait to see each other graduate college

But…they were blindsided

No one had ever suspected their colleges would have the audacity to schedule their graduations on the same day

Does Riley pull a Topanga and try to fight her schools dean??? Absolutely

Does it work? Absolutely not

So now the ENTIRE family is stressed, because most of the Matthews consider Maya part of the family, so does Minkus, Shawn can’t see his goddaughter graduate and Josh is left with the delima of “Girlfriend vs Niece”. They’re all freaking out like holy shit

Riley and Maya are just….in Full Dramatics about this

We’re talking waxing Shakespearean sonnets about the Universe™ trying to tear them apart. They make their way back to all that Sun and the Moon symbolism bullshit

After a literal week of this Farkle is TIRED

Wakes up to his four year old telling him “Mommy’s wearing a lot of eyeliner and said the world is a dark and spiteful place that doesn’t want her and Auntie Maya together and that every moment they share is in blatant defiance of fate. What’s that mean?” and this poor guy is just like,,,,,,for fucks sake,

Like obviously he wants to see Maya graduate too!!! They’re best friends!!! But these girls are EXAHUSTING him lmao

So he has a Plan, but he also knows how his Plans usually go, so he just gives tf in and calls his dad to handle it lmao

Meanwhile: Joshua

Who has just been….literally screaming nonstop since this drama unfolded

Riley’s his BLOOD, even though they’re uncle-niece they have more of a close sibling relationship

But he literally has a ring ready and waiting for Maya!!!

And the boy is a fucking Matthews so of course HE’S in dramatic throws about this predicament

He calls Cory for advice and Cory is like “You’re going to Maya’s because you love her and I’m not paying for your fucking flight to Boston” lmao

So it ends up with like. Katy, Shawn, Turner, Josh (+ his four bandmates), and Zay (bc he’s in the city and Broke), and Ava end up going to Maya’s ceremony

With Cory, Topanga, Stuart, Amy, Alan, Eric, Auggie, Smackle and Feeny going to Riley and Farkle’s ceremony

Jack couldn’t get off work and Doesn’t Super Care and Morgan’s in Europe for work so they’re unfortunately off the list

They forgot to invite Lucas didnt want anymore choosing between the girls bullshit couldn’t make the trip because of work lol

So anyway: Farkle’s Plan that was funded by Stuart?

Absolutely got remote controlled robots so they could keep up a video call for both ceremonies

You know damn well what I mean

Cory thinks this is absolutely the funniest fucking thing he’s ever heard of

Eric thinks this is a sign of the impending Robot Wars™

The girls are still massively upset and think Farkle’s a fucking dork but they’re very touched and love him yadayada so this calms them down a bit

But anyway like, we get to the big graduation day and like….disasters, disasters all around

Josh’s Stoner Friend™ keeps knocking into the damn robot and almost breaks it like thirty times in an hour

Eric is giving the robot at Riley and Farkle’s site a wide berth with suspicious eyes

Auggie, Cory and Penny are all suspiciously sick but are trying to power through the ceremony

All the other students and people attending these graduations…..you know these whackjobs are getting looks. Some assholes in the crowd keep throwing stuff at the robots

Shawn and Katy are making a HUGE SCENE crying hysterically we all know they would

Jennifer makes a surprise, dramatic appearance at Farkle’s graduation

We’re talking pulling up in a limo, emerging in slow motion, wearing a glittering black evening gown, elbow length black satin gloves, stilettos and a huge hat with peacock feathers on it, making a show of searching the crowds before spotting him (standing directly in front of her) before throwing out her arms and screeching “My baby-!”

Farkle’s like ‘We literally have not spoken in at least six years will you please get the fuck out of here’

She does not, in fact, get the fuck out of there so Topanga is now on duty to make sure she and Stuart don’t get into a fight and ruin this for the kids asdfgj

Feeny keeps fucking falling asleep bc he’s old and doesn’t care about the guest speakers but he SNORES WORRINGLY LOUDLY

Students aren’t technically allowed to have devices™ out during the ceremonies so Riley and Farkle and Maya are trying so hard to be discrete as the watch the feed from each other’s graduations

They literally end up paying more attention to each other’s graduations than their own lmao

Josh’s bandmates and Zay are all being the rowdiest fucking audience members possible like they’re all those assholes that bring noise makers and scream and clap at random intervals

Stuart and Jen keep shooting each other withering glares and trading insults as Topanga shushes them

Penny, Auggie, and Cory are just feeling more and more like Literal Death the longer this drags on

Maya finally goes up to get her diploma and Katy literally faints

Riley and Farkle start cheering bc yay Maya!!! Until they remember they’re at their own ceremony and there is LITERALLY A SPEECH HAPPENING SO THEY’RE SCREAMING INTO THE QUIET AND INTERRUPTING EVERYTHING

Get glared back into submission but Maya’s laughing at them

Maya’s graduation ends soonish after that but the other one is DRAGGING ON STILL so everyone is like crowed around trying to watch on Maya’s tiny screen lol

When the speech finally ends Smackle’s muttering about how everything said was factually incorrect

Stuart and Jen are still antagonizing each other

Amy and Alan are taking enough pictures to blind people with the flash

So Riley gets called up for her diploma first right

Trips

Hard enough to fall off the fucking stage

Had to be helped back up by memebers of the band

Gets back on stage and gets her diploma

Falls again coming down

Amy and Topanga are s c re a m i ng and Maya is literally crying from the effort it takes to not laugh

Jen’s making obnoxious comments about who her son was ‘trapped’ by and Penny wants to know what that means and Stuart is prepared to stab Jen if she bothers to answer

Riley’s literally off to the side getting looked at by a medic when Farkle goes up for his diploma

He gets it fine enough but coming downstage he’s overcome with the urge to do ‘thank you I am farkle’

he didn’t realize the student that was called up after him was right behind him

punches this kid in the face, he falls

the person behind them falls

a fcucking domino effect of ivy league graduates

Eric is literally crying from laughter watching this. So are his fucking bodyguards like they broke character bc this scene was Too Much

Feeny is back to snoring

The New York crowd is loosing their fucking minds

Farkle’s rushing back to his seat and Jen stands up to get his attention to Yell at him for being embarrassing and

Penny just fucking projectile vomits all over her

She’s SCREAMING

Cory opens his mouth to apologize and explain that she’s been sick and HE PUKES. WHICH SETS AUGGIE OFF

EVERYONES SCREAMING

Listen it was a huge crowd but three people projectile vomiting is gonna cause a STIR

People are rushing away and it’s a whole mess of a scene

The nyc crowd is Alive watching this all unfold

Eventually the ceremony ends and Riley and Farkle lowkey lock theirselves in their apartment for the rest of the night

Everyone thinks they’re just embarrassed but they’re fucking cracking up hysterically like it took two hours to give Penny a bath because they couldn’t catch their breath

At some point they settle down a bit and call Maya and the three of them spend the rest of their night drowning in nostalgia

This is messy as fuck but I’m out of practice anyway

^ me when I think about gmw these days

#gmw #riarkle #maya hart #riley matthews #farkle minkus #asks #molly mumbles #this is So Bad I'm sorry #I had to rush it #bc food #but hope someone enjoyed #lol

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tobeornottotc · 6 years

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GMW FUTURE CAREER ANALYSIS of Core 4

Was looking through my feed and saw this post by @bmgmw

Link here:http://bmgmw.tumblr.com/post/169820823604/what-do-you-think-the-maya-riley-farkle-lucas

Here is my analysis on this and why I will continue to love this show:

Analysis of the guy's path

Mj is fantastic and knows how to develop characters so well. From the start, we have watched these characters grow and change so much that seeing and hoping that this is how they are going to end up makes me smile.

Lucas

The moral compass who wanted to be part of something as amazing as giving birth to a beautiful (blonde beauty) Palomino just so he can be part of something heroic. This makes him want to be a vet at a young age when in reality he’s not meant to be.

Reasons why:

First, there was the repetition of how he doesn’t understand animals properly

Like ep 1 with the pony rat, and Ginger (but that was Riley)

Plus I feel like he doesn’t even understand the stresses of becoming a vet or perhaps will be too bored as well as he begins the study.

But with Lucas all we’ve seen him do and there I say love is the fight for moral rights, I thought he was actually going to become a lawyer. But that still does not come full circle with his character arc.

Because we’re still waiting for him to embrace who he really is, what he’s running away from which is The bad side of Texas Lucas and his anger management issues and is not perfect.

The good thing:

Well, one being a police officer embraces who he is.

He has the perfect profile for Mr. Friar who is obsessed with westerns (his fave movie is about outlaws who go on the run and meet their end and that’s Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid) and those movies are about guns and fighting and violence.

He hates bullies, and would fight to protect anyone who he feels is in “danger” GM Flaws, Riley town, Highschool

He hates anything morally seen as wrong and goes crazy when it comes to calling them out, How ironic is it that the girl he falls in love with is always linked to all these scandals. Like cheating or graffiti, or stealing.

He believes in fighting for the people who are not ok.

He’s assertive, resilient, responsible and I think with both influence from Riley and Maya he can be calm(maybe also after embracing who he is) in dangerous situations and good at negotiating

His look in GM Hollywood with the police officer had a look of admiration

The way this completely rounds up his character growth because I actually almost choked up thinking about everything mapped for his character in GM 1961. His great-grandfather ended up isolating himself and ended up on the wrong side and went to jail, and he ends up changing that story by becoming a police officer, that’s full circle

And a job that includes running, moving, saving people and stopping evil definitely is a perfect career for Lucas Friar.

Farkle

My Farkle who not only used to ruin the “play”, or wasn’t part of the “story” is now going to end up fulfilling His Pippin role and takes over the play by directing it. Also, this goes back to Wizard of oz theory about baby being the wizard.

Farkle’s arc is that he’s meant to also be taking the picture of the story (GM 1961) but he’s been told he’s meant to study science and become a great leader. And that sounds amazing as well, but as he grows we start to see Farkle change as well, especially since his focus is that not only science dictates everything but feelings matter as well, (Science vs Feelings)

So how crazy is it that the Farkle who was once seen as devoid of emotion/feelings is now creative and good at directing stories.

Also, I think this makes Smackle giving him a theremin extra special as well,

Likewise in GM Flaws his fears about being nothing, when in the future he will be known just like Sarah’s Father is amazing and knowing Farkle he’d be better and authentic.

I am emotional thinking about this, When you think these two, the jobs fit them perfectly, it includes using their flaws in a way that comes out with good result, for Farkle creativity comes out from his love of science and technology, but also For Lucas protection and justice comes out of his Texan background and his anger/fighting that he’s trying to hide and shelter can be put to good use.

Romantic Thoughts

Lucaya: I just think how amazing is it that Lucas becomes a police officer, he gets to help people like Maya who were broken, and that’s so damn romantic. If they end up together, she will watch him do things that will make her emotional because knowing him, he will strive to save a lot of people just because it's him and he happens to love someone who used to be like the people he will eventually protect. In a way “I want Maya to be happy” ends up staying until the end don’t ya think?

Riarkle: I also thought about how interesting this was for them, then I rewatched GM Newyork, and I just thought it was adorable. In a way when Farkle is mentioning all about his heritage, and he talks about Christain rescuers (social workers) had come to the aid of his family back then, I started to sob because likewise Riley being a social worker also is sweet and cute. Also, Riley’s love for creativity and imagination makes me feel warm that she ends up with a movie director. Imagine everything she would see from that p.o.v with Farkle by her side. I love it so much and think they are perfect for each other. And imagine him making a movie about Pluto or directing it. Sigh...

MJ’s characters, stories still end up making me think about characters who found each other and were meant for each other.Again the show makes me dream about that idea of loving your self, finding your self, and meeting the one for you.

Will I ever get another show like this?

#tags

#gmw #lucaya #riarkle #girl meets world #riley matthews #farkle minkus #maya hart #lucas friar

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Abaddon

n. a place of destruction; the depths of hell.

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AU: Ever since he broke up with his girlfriend, Lucas Friar has been stuck in a perpetual state of purgatory. One night, he shows up outside of her apartment, desperate to escape the emotional paralysis that’s held his soul hostage for over a year. What he discovers eventually sends him on an emotional journey through Dante’s Nine Circles of Hell as depicted in The Divine Comedy.

Pairing(s): Rucas centric, but Joshaya are dating in this AU.

Rating: M - there is nothing graphic, but there is some language and some adult situations, so I’d rather play it safe. If it were a movie, it’d be rated R due to the fact that fuck is said more than once. This is an angsty/dark fic, but there are dashes of fluff, too.

Flashbacks are in italics. Quotes from The Inferno are sprinkled in and notated.

Chapter Word Count: 6,862

Tagging: @naelacy @iwantyoutochooseme @madelinecoffee@fireawayniall @katherinefrays if you want to be tagged, let me know

“There is no greater sorrow than to recall our times of joy in wretchedness.” - Dante, The Inferno

Chapter One: Limbo

‘When I had journeyed half of our life’s way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray. Ah, it is hard to speak of what it was, that savage forest, dense and difficult, which even in recall renews my fear: so bitter – death is hardly more severe! But to retell the good discovered there, I’ll also tell the other things I saw. I cannot clearly say how I had entered the wood; I was so full of sleep just at the point where I abandoned the true path.’ (Inf. I. 1-12)

The last 24 hours felt nothing short of surreal for Lucas Friar. It still didn’t feel real, even after he boarded the afternoon bus to Connecticut. Maybe it was because at this particular point in this life, nothing seemed to surprise him. Maybe it was because over the course of the last year, he found it hard to care about anything at all. And, he learned, if you didn’t really care about anything, you couldn’t ever really be surprised.

So, he pondered as the bus pulled out of the station, if he no longer possessed the ability to care about anything, why was he on a bus to Connecticut—to Farkle’s parents’ ski cabin? Sure, he used to enjoy snowboarding, but why did he have the sudden urge to spend the next several days gliding down the slopes? He hadn’t had any desire to do anything evenly remotely considered fun in over a year. Why now?

Because he knew that it had nothing to do with snowboarding and everything to do with who else would be there that weekend.

She was going to be there, and after the previous night, he knew that he had to be there too.

The same she that he swore to himself he’d stay away from. The same she that invaded every single one of his senses the moment she fell onto his lap on the subway when they were in 7th grade. The same she who had occupied every ridiculous dream he had ever envisioned for himself. The same she that he left behind on her 21st birthday.

Lucas pressed his forehead against the slightly frosted window as the New York City skyline slowly faded away. Had it only been a year since that dreadful night? It felt like a lifetime ago. He was a completely different person back then. That Lucas had hope for the future. That Lucas had goals he wanted to achieve, and was well on the way to making all of those dreams a reality. That Lucas had a clear direction for his life.

Above all else, that Lucas could feel. Back then, he was capable of experiencing every human emotion under the sun: joy, sorrow, anger, pain, but above all, he knew what being in love felt like. And God, he loved her more than he ever loved himself.

And yet, it was that version of himself who broke her heart. He broke up with her hours after she turned 21. Even now, a year after the fact, whenever he closed his eyes, he could picture her standing in the middle of her bedroom while he told her that he wanted to end their six year relationship. Over the course of the last twelve months, he had become haunted by the anguish that shown in her beautiful brown eyes. He could also pinpoint the precise second when her heart broke, because that was the exact moment his did the same.

Seeing her crumble right in front of his eyes—and knowing that he was the one who caused it—had to be one of the most gut-wrenching moments he would ever experience. Almost immediately, he tried to take it all back. He didn’t want to break-up. He never wanted to break-up. He only wanted everything to be better. He wanted her to be happy. The moment he saw the first tear slide down her cheek, he knew that he had made a horrible mistake. He desperately tried to take it back, to fix everything he had just done, but it was already too late. She promptly kicked him out of her apartment and out of her life.

The moment his legs carried him away from her apartment, every incredible feeling he had ever felt with her faded away. The pain that had overtaken every nerve in his body intensified with every step he took away from her apartment. When it all became too much—when the weight of his actions and his own heartache became unbearable—a new sensation overpowered him: numbness. When he realized that he no longer felt suffocated by what he had done, a tidal wave of relief washed over him. In the back of his mind, he knew that it wasn’t right—that pushing down all of this self-inflicted pain would only be detrimental in the end—but he didn’t care.

That was the entire point.

He simply didn’t care about anything anymore.

Until last night.

Lucas wasn’t sure how long he paced outside of her door.

He wasn’t even sure what he was doing there.

He hadn’t heard a word from her in over a year. She refused to speak to him. She refused to see him. Even though he found an alternative way of handling the pain of the break-up, he still wanted to try explain the situation to her, perhaps even salvage their relationship, but apparently, he was the only one. She ignored every single gesture he made the month following their split. When winter break drew to a close, he knew he had to leave. Even though he transferred to Cornell, even though he was now in the same state as she was, he realized that he had to give her what she wanted.

After all, it was the least he could do.

He wanted to fight like hell for her—for them—but the fact that she wouldn’t even talk to him sent a very clear message to the stoic Texan: leave her alone. The fact that he now felt completely numb to the entire world around him made that choice a much easier one to make. The old Lucas wouldn’t have given up so easily, but this new Lucas realized that she deserved something much more than what he had been able to offer her for the last three years.

With that in mind, he ceased all attempts at communicating with her. He didn’t call, didn’t text, and deactivated all of his social media accounts. She knew nothing about his life just has he knew nothing about hers.

So, why did he end up outside of her apartment—the one place he swore he’d never return to?

Because it had been over a year since that horrific night and he still couldn’t feel anything. He had become completely detached to the world around him. Logically, he knew that it was no way to live—that he had somehow detached himself from his emotions in order to cope with what he had done—but he couldn’t help but to wonder if this coping mechanism had become permanent? Maybe his brain was still trying to protect his heart from facing the emotional consequences of what he had done. Maybe it was because he had not idea how she was doing. Every time he talked to Zay or Farkle, he was tempted to ask about her, to see how she was, but he never did. He knew he lost the right to know anything about her life a long time ago.

And yet, here he was—about to disrupt her life just to get a glimpse of the woman he had foolishly left behind that frigid night. Maybe if he saw her, maybe if he knew that she was ok, that she had moved on, he’d be able to feel something again.

He had been selfish with her once before. It was how he ended up exactly where he was now. He knew that if she wanted to talk to him, she would have reached out by now. He knew that he had absolutely no right to barge in on her life anymore.

He knew that he was being selfish once again, but her apartment was the first stop he made when he got back to the city. It wasn’t even a conscious decision. Somewhere between leaving his apartment in Ithaca and arriving in New York, he shifted into autopilot, but instead of ending up at his parents’ place, he ended up outside of her apartment. That had to mean something, right? Maybe it meant that enough time had finally passed. Maybe it meant that they could act like adults and finally sit down and talk this whole thing out. He had no expectation that anything would return to normal or that they would even part as friends, but he also knew that he couldn’t even begin to repair himself until he saw her—until he knew that she was ok.

Maybe somewhere deep down, she felt the same way.

Before he could second-guess himself for the tenth time since he arrived at the building, he knocked on the door.

As Riley loaded her bags into Farkle’s SUV, she was hit with an incredible sense of dread about the weekend ahead. She groaned as she tried to squeeze her bag in with the other luggage and groceries piled underneath it. She wasn’t sure why she was suddenly feeling so anxious about the trip. It was ridiculous. They had planned this little vacation for nearly a month now, not to mention the fact that being able to escape the city for a few days was the only thing that pushed her through finals.

It was going to be fun.

It had to be fun.

She knit her eyebrows together as she continued to wrestle with her luggage. She knew that it would also be the first time she had gone back to the mountains since the breakup.

Maybe her sudden bout of anxiety was just a side effect from seeing him the previous night? She paused as a flash of him outside of her door came to mind. She shook her head as she tried to quickly chase the mental image away. No. That wasn’t it. That couldn’t be it. Lucas Friar no longer had a hold on her. He broke up with her over a year ago. He dumped her on her 21st birthday. That was it. That was the end of their story.

So, if that were true, then why had she thought of little else since she saw him through her peephole last night? An even bigger question she had for herself was why she let him come inside in the first place? Why did she pretend that everything was perfectly fine when she felt anything but fine? Why did every single feeling she had spent the better part of last year trying to free herself from come charging back at her the moment she looked into those brilliant green eyes again? Why did her legs quake when the right corner of his lips turned up into that charming little half smile? Why did her heart race at the sound of his voice?

But why, above everything else, did she ask him to stay?

“Need help with that,” Farkle chuckled from behind her.

Riley spun around as she faced one of her best friends. Her frown deepened when she noticed that he looked completely bemused at her frustration. ‘If you only knew,’ she thought to herself as she handed him her bag. She said nothing else as she walked toward the passenger side door.

She mentally chastised herself as she opened the door and climbed into the black SUV. As soon as she buckled her seatbelt, she leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes.

She should have never answered that stupid door.

Riley groaned as she leaned her head back. She rubbed her aching neck as she looked back down at the chemistry book that sat on her coffee table. “I hate you,” she muttered. She had always been pretty good in her science classes until she came face to face with an organic chemistry class the fall semester of her senior year of college. She glanced at her phone. ‘12:35am.’

She yawned as she slowly stood up and made her way to the kitchen. It was going to be another all-nighter. She needed coffee—tons of it. As soon as she put a K-cup in the Keurig, she heard a knock on her door. She frowned at the sound, and briefly considered ignoring it all together, but her curiosity quickly got the better of her. Maya was spending the night with Josh, so unless something catastrophic had happened, she knew it couldn’t be her roommate. Besides, Maya had a key. She wouldn’t knock on her own apartment door.

Riley frowned as she peered into the peephole. No. This couldn’t possibly be real. Her mouth ran dry as she closed her eyes and leaned forward in order to rest her forehead against the door. It was the last person she’d ever expect to see outside her door in the middle of the night. She had no idea what he was doing here, but she knew that she couldn’t see him right now. Not only was it the first time she had seen him since that night, but also, she was in the middle of preparing for a hellacious exam that she had to take in seven and a half hours. Maybe she could just walk away and pretend that no one was home? Maybe she could force herself to forget all about the guy who stood on the other side of the door?

She leaned away from the door, fully prepared to turn around and walk away from him just as he did to their relationship, but instead, she found herself unlocking the door. She shook her head at her own weakness as she opened it. Even in the middle of the night, even when she looked like a complete mess and was stressed beyond belief, some small part of her demanded that she face the past.

As her tired chocolate eyes met his shiny emerald ones, it felt as if she were teleported back to when they first met that fateful morning on the subway ten years ago. Despite the fact that she could hear her heart pulsate in her ears and could feel her legs quiver at the mere sight of him, she tried to act casual. She knew she had to. She couldn’t let on that he had any sort of physical affect on her.

In order to mask her quaking form, she leaned against the doorframe as she crossed her arms over her chest in a protective stance. God. She hated her body. She hated how it always seemed to betray her in situations like this. She cleared her throat as she forced herself to focus on the fact that her ex-boyfriend had showed up outside of her apartment in the middle of the night. “Lucas? What are you…when did you,” she took a deep breath in order to steady her rapidly unraveling nerves, “It’s after midnight…what do you want?”

Lucas had rehearsed what he was going to say the moment he realized where he was, but as soon as he laid eyes on her, his entire speech went out the window. He couldn’t help but to take in the spectacular picture that had always been Riley Matthews. The girl of his dreams, the one who got away, the one who still haunted his every dream, even a year after their painful breakup.

The corner of his right lip lifted into a smirk—his first attempt at a smile since the breakup. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

Riley looked down at her apparel. She wore a blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The denim shorts she wore could barely be seen underneath the oversized shirt. Her long brunette tresses were piled on top of her head in a messy bun with a pen to hold it all in place. “I-I don’t know,” she lied, “I can’t remember where I got it from.”

The truth was that she could recall every detail of the moment that he gave her that shirt, but she wasn’t about to let herself go down that road. It was another lifetime ago. They were different people then. She hadn’t spoken to him in a year. She didn’t know anything about the guy who stood in front of her. He was nothing more than a stranger to her now, and while at one point, the thought of Lucas Friar becoming a stranger seemed impossible, Riley refused to allow herself one second of remembering him as anything else.

It was easier that way.

Before the silence that hung in the air between them completely took control of the situation, Lucas knew he had to just come out and ask for the impossible. “Can I come in?”

Even though she was surprised to see him outside of her apartment, she was floored when he asked to come in. “I-I don’t know,” she stammered as she crossed her arms over her chest once more. “Why are you here?” She knew that she wasn’t mentally prepared to handle the situation that was beginning to unfold in front of her. She hadn’t seen him, let alone talked to him, since their breakup. Even if she didn’t have that final in a few short hours, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to see him—or even if she’d ever be ready to see him again.

“I know it’s late,” he began as he began to fidget with his fingers, “but I just got into town and I…well, I…I know it’s late, it’s just that…I…um…” He eyed her from head to toe once more. His memories of her did not do her a shred justice. She was still completely and utterly hypnotic. “I had to see you.” Before he could stop himself, before he could back peddle and accept the fact that he had caught her at a bad time and leave, he told her the one urge he forced himself to bury for the last year. He needed to see her the moment he left her apartment that night. Every day, every hour, every minute since then he had to stop himself from doing exactly what he had just done. He thought that after being away for a year, after accepting the fact that he was no longer of capable of feeling anything, that it would be easier to see her—to know that he made the right decision that night, but now, as he stood in front of her, he wasn’t sure how he had ever managed to utter those words to her. It was the biggest lie he had ever told anyone, and he said it to the one person he swore he’d always be honest with.

She swallowed under the scrutiny of his gaze as she tried to ignore the slight pang in her heart at his words. Why did he need to see her? Did he want a first hand look at the ruins he left behind? Was this some sort of ploy to placate a guilty conscience? Riley didn’t want to know. She had learned over the last year that, perhaps, some things were better left unsaid. “I…um…I have a final in the morning.”

He nodded slowly as a wave of disappointment flashed across his features. He should have known that she was busy, not to mention the fact that it was late. If she weren’t in the middle of something important, then she’d most likely be asleep. He should have been more aware of the time. He should have talked himself out of this whole thing long before he ever reached her door. He had been able to do it every day for over a year now. What made tonight so different? “Oh. Well, I…um…you don’t have to…you probably don’t want to, but is there any way I can see you sometime over break…maybe this weekend?”

She bit her lower lip as she considered her options. This whole thing was completely unexpected and to say she was thrown by it would be a complete understatement. She had no idea what he wanted to say, and quite honestly, Riley wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear it. She wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to engage in any sort of conversation with him ever again. She knew that if she did, that night would inevitably come up, and she had no desire to relive a single second of it. “I’m going to Connecticut this weekend.”

“Connecticut?”

She looked down at the ground next to his feet. “Farkle’s parents’ cabin.”

He nodded. “Oh.” How could he be such an idiot? Zay had mentioned something about going to the cabin a few weeks ago, but much like most of his thoughts, that little piece of information completely vanished the moment he saw her.

“Yeah. I mean…with everything going on…graduating in a few months and everything, Farkle wanted to go…and I need to…” She took a deep breath as she tried to control her chaotic thoughts. “I need to get out of my head for a little bit.” She turned her head to the side as she looked back in the apartment. Her gaze immediately landed on the bane of her existence, which taunted her from its position on the coffee table. She wanted nothing more than to throw the book and all of her notes out the window. When she turned back to Lucas, a completely insane and desperate idea came to her. “You aced organic chemistry when you took it sophomore year, right?”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but chuckled at her question nonetheless. “Yeah. I took an advanced course last spring, too.”

Why was she even entertaining this notion? She was absolutely certain that this was a terrible idea, one in which she would question during the following days, but right now she was desperate, and once upon a time, before everything got complicated and they completely imploded, they were friends. And friends helped one another, right? “I know it’s late, but if you aren’t doing anything and aren’t jet lagged or something…would you mind helping me study? I’ve been struggling with it all semester and the final is half of my grade…and it’s in seven hours.”

He never thought that she’d even open the door to him, let alone ask for his help with something. Desperate to spend any amount of time with her that he could, he gave her a small smile. “Of course. You know I’d do anything for you.”

Riley opened her eyes when she heard the driver’s side door open. She reached for her purse as Farkle slid into the driver’s seat. ‘Yeah. You did everything but stay,’ she thought as she put on her sunglasses. She knew she had to get out of this funk before they reached the cabin. If Maya suspected that Riley even saw Lucas last night, let alone the fact that she spent a few hours with him, Maya wouldn’t ever let her hear the end of it. She didn’t want the whole weekend to be focused on every single detail of the few hours she spent with her ex-boyfriend. Despite what had happened the previous night, Riley believed that their romantic relationship was exactly where it belonged—in the past.

Farkle frowned as he looked over at one of his best friends. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” she lied as she leaned her head back against the headrest. “I guess I’m just burned out from finals, you know? It’s…been a very long semester.”

Farkle nodded. It had definitely been a rough couple of months. He had spent the better part of it interning at Minkus International. Between that and his classwork, he barely had any time left to see his friends. He was hopeful that this weekend would somehow reconnect everyone before they scattered for good after graduation in the spring. “At least it’s over now though, right?”

“Yeah,” she sighed as he pulled away from the curb in front of her apartment building. “Yeah, I’m sure I’ll be more like myself once we get there, you know?” More like herself? What did that even mean? Riley was fairly certain that she hadn’t been ‘herself’ in years. She wasn’t sure where that bubbly little optimist was anymore. She lost bubbly somewhere in the middle of freshman year and her optimistic nature had slowly diminished the older she got. Now, she was just stressed-out-exhausted-and-way-too-busy-to-allow-herself-to-think-about-much-of-anything-else-Riley. Maybe this weekend would offer her something that the last year hadn’t—a moment of peace. She looked over at one of her best friends in the world and gave him a small smile. “Let’s get some music going and I’m sure I’ll decompress on the way there.”

When Riley reached forward to turn up the volume on the radio, Farkle’s frown deepened. He had known her for seventeen years. He knew when she was stressed out. He knew when she was upset. He also knew when her mind was focused on something, rather someone, else. “Are you sure it’s not anything else?”

“I’m sure,” she easily lied before she changed the radio station. “So, where’s Zay? I thought he was riding with us.”

Farkle knew when to take a not-so-subtle hint. He learned a long time ago that just because he knew she was hiding something from him, he didn’t necessarily have the right to call her out on it. She had changed the subject and he knew that he needed to respect her desire to talk about something else. “Finishing up his last final. His stuff is already loaded up. We just need to swing by one of the performing arts buildings to pick him up. After that, we’ll be on the way.”

‘And just as he who unwills what he wills and shifts what he intends to seek new ends so that he’s drawn from what he had begun, so was I in the midst of that dark land, because, with all my thinking, I annulled the task I had so quickly undertaken.’ (Inf. II, 37-42)

The two-hour trip to Connecticut felt more like ten hours to Lucas. While he still felt emotionally disconnected to pretty much everything around him, the time he spent with Riley the prior evening had revealed several cracks in his emotionless foundation. For the first time in a very long time, he felt something—perhaps a twinge of nervousness—at the prospect of seeing her again. He wasn’t sure if she knew that he was coming. He had no clue if Zay had warned her or if she was going to be completely surprised by his presence.

He spent the majority of the previous night with her as he helped her study for her exam. For the most part, they kept it strictly about the material, but his thoughts couldn’t help but to drift back to her as the wall he had built around his heart began to crumble. In the few hours they spent together, he was reminded of every single reason why he fell in love with her in the first place. She was easily the most captivating person he had ever met. By simply being in her orbit, he felt lighter. At one point, he even felt something akin to actual happiness. Even though they spent most of the time studying, her mere presence had more of an affect on his emotional state than anything else in the prior year had.

He told himself all along that if he showed up and she seemed ok—that it appeared as if she had moved on from their relationship—then he would force himself to finally let her go. He would attempt to shuffle through the rest of his life and be content enough with the knowledge that somewhere out there, she was happy.

But somewhere in the midst of studying for organic chemistry, he realized that she didn’t seem to be happy. It was late at night and they were studying what had to be her least favorite subject in the world, (not to mention the fact that her least favorite person was helping her), but even with taking all of that into account, she still didn’t seem quite like the girl he fell in love with. Melancholy and despondency clung to her in much the same way that it did to him.

As he approached the bus station, he began to think that perhaps he was wrong in his assessment—that maybe he only saw what he wanted to see. He knew that if he saw only a slight hint of sadness in her eyes, it would push him to do the one thing he should have done a year ago—fight like hell to keep her.

It was nearly 2am before Riley’s fourth cup of coffee that night began to wear off. She and Lucas had been going over the material for well over an hour by the time first yawn escaped her exhausted lips. She squeezed her eyes closed in an attempt to offer them a brief moment to recharge. She knew she couldn’t stop and go to sleep now. It finally felt like she was getting somewhere.

When she opened her eyes, she looked over at Lucas, who seemed—amused?—by her sudden drowsiness. “I think I need another cup of coffee,” she admitted.

“I think you probably need to get some sleep,” he commented when she yawned once more. As much as he wanted to spend more time with her—even if it was just to help her study for her final—he also knew that at some point, she either knew the material or she didn’t. Riley seemed completely exhausted. All of this studying wouldn’t do her any good if she fell asleep during the exam.

“I’ll be fine,” she grumbled as she stood up. “Do you want some?”

Lucas was too captivated by her simple movement to fully comprehend the fact that she asked him a question. He couldn’t help it. It had been a year since he had seen her. In that year, he had forced himself to forget how he felt by simply being in the same room as her. Even though he could tell that she had changed in much the same way that he had, she still had this uncanny ability to make him forget about everything that existed outside of the space they shared.

It scared the shit out of him.

He thought that he was so far gone that even Riley Matthews wouldn’t be able to infiltrate his stone cold heart, but there she stood, completely unaware of the fact that she was threatening to dismantle the walls he subconsciously constructed the moment he left her apartment that horrible night.

“Lucas,” she curiously asked as she slightly tilted her head to the side.

“Hmm,” he answered as the sound of his name on her lips slowly brought him back to reality.

“Do you want some coffee?”

“Oh, s-sure,” he stammered. When she disappeared into the kitchen, he turned his attention back to the book in front of him. He began to fidget with the pencil she gave him earlier as he looked back down at the book in front of him. He slowly inhaled as he forced himself to remember what happened the last time he was in this apartment.

No matter how she made him feel, he knew that he had no say in whatever path their relationship would take—or even if they would have any kind of relationship after tonight. He was well aware of the fact that they weren’t even friends right now. They were barely acquaintances, strangers more precisely, although he knew he would never be able to classify Riley Matthews as a stranger, no matter how much distance was between them.

When she reemerged into the living room, two steaming cups of coffee in hand, he could feel the distance between them as a result of the selfish decisions he had made in the name of love and for the sake of the utopian future he had always dreamt of with her. The irony wasn’t lost on him. He did what he did in order to preserve the wide-eyed optimistic brunette who flew into his arms one fateful day on the subway, but instead, his actions had forced both of them to grow up and grow cold.

When she offered him one of the mugs, she gave him a small smile. Most people wouldn’t think twice about it, but Lucas immediately noticed the significant amount of effort she put into that forced little smile. He could always distinguish her genuine smiles from her fake ones, and this was no different.

At least she tried.

It was more than what he had been able to offer anyone in the last year.

When he reached for the mug she held out to him, their fingers brushed against one another—the first time they made physical contact with one another since the night of their breakup. He swallowed as he felt a dull pang deep inside of his chest. It felt more like a thump than anything else. Still, the sensation was more than anything else he had felt in a very long time.

Judging by the way Riley’s eyes immediately fell to their still slightly interlaced fingertips, he could have sworn that she felt the same sense of longing that threatened to demolish the emotional barrier that guarded his tortured soul. If she looked back up at him, if those gorgeous brown eyes met his, he knew that everything he had tried to protect himself from would immediately flood him. A year of suppressing every painful second of that horrific night and a year of self-hatred—mixed in with the consequences of spending a year without her—would completely engulf him, and while he wasn’t sure exactly what would happen next, he knew that at the very least, he’d crumble to his feet in front of her.

He never got the chance to find out, because instead of shifting her downcast eyes up toward his desperate gaze, Riley flinched as she pulled her hand back and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her gaze fell to the floor behind her as she turned away from him.

Neither breathed a word about it. Neither acknowledged the way their hearts jumped at the sensation. Neither wanted to admit the truth that threatened to suffocate them.

They’d both prefer to choke on their respective heartaches than to admit what the absence of the other had done to them over the course of the last 12 months.

Besides, they both reasoned as they edged back into studying, they hadn’t spoken to one another in so long. Neither knew what the other’s life held—or even if there would be room for them in it—and what, if any, role they would play.

Lucas gripped the mug as he sipped the piping hot contents. As the dark liquid burned the inside of his mouth, he slowly fell back to earth. This was his reality. He chose to become a spectator, and until she indicated otherwise, he knew he had to respect that.

Right?

Riley was grateful that neither one of the guys seemed overly enthusiastic to maintain any sort of conversation as they made their way up to the mountains. If her mind had been a little less foggy, then maybe she would have noticed how uncharacteristic it was for Zay to not be fully immersed in the stereotypical high-energy road trip spirit. Riley was too preoccupied with being grateful for the fact that she had a couple of hours to think, to try to find a way to get that surprise encounter with Lucas out of her mind. Whenever she found herself analyzing any part of their interaction, she quickly reminded herself of what he did to her on her birthday. The guy she knew—the guy she once loved—would have never done that. He would have fought for her. He wouldn’t have shattered her heart, especially in the manner that he did.

When they reached the cabin, the trio unpacked the car in silence for the most part. Riley was grateful for the fact that Maya and Josh had apparently left the cabin in order to do something somewhere else. She knew that would buy her a little time to unwind from the drive and from the last several chaotic hours of her life.

She busied herself with unpacking her clothes while the guys took a quick trip into town in order to pick up a few last minute items from the grocery store. The mundane task of putting her clothes away became cathartic as her mind slowly drifted away from Lucas and toward the excitement of the upcoming days. Riley knew she’d analyze every millisecond she spent with him at some point, but for now, she was on vacation. She needed to get out of the city and get out of her own head for a while. Being in the mountains always offered her peace. She wanted to spend the next several days completely immersed in the moments that surrounded her. She wanted to create lifelong memories with her best friends and not dwell on one interaction she had with her ex-boyfriend.

Still, she was also well aware of the fact that this was the first time she had ever gone to the cabin without Lucas. When she first caught sight of the house that held so many memories for them, she briefly thought that this whole trip would be one huge mistake. How could she possibly not think about Lucas if everywhere she turned, she’d come face to face with a memory of him?

Surprisingly, and gratefully, Farkle switched up room assignments, so instead of staying in the room that they shared during the last few trips, Riley’s new bedroom was located on the opposite side of the cabin.

Perhaps that was why Riley was able to have a few moments to pull herself back together. She knew that she could do this. She could enjoy a long weekend in the mountains with her friends and not think about her ex-boyfriend. After all, she had been doing just fine for the last few months.

When she heard someone knock on the door, she half-expected it to be Maya and Josh. As her fingers gripped the doorknob, she failed to remember that Farkle had given the couple a key to cabin a few days earlier as Maya and Josh arrived earlier that morning. So when Riley opened the door and recognized who stood on the other side, her grip on the doorknob instantly tightened as her knees nearly gave out from underneath her.

She opened her mouth and closed it twice while her brain tried to reconcile what was happening. Was this some sort of dream?

Standing in front of her, with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, was the one person she was desperately trying to forget about this weekend.

Riley blinked several times as she gripped the doorknob even tighter. Her chest constricted as she felt the onset of a cold sweat forming across her entire body. This couldn’t possibly be real. Was he actually here right now? “Lucas?”

He gave her a small smile as he adjusted the weight of the bag on his back. He wasn’t expecting her to answer the door. He wasn’t even sure if anyone was there as there were no vehicles parked in the driveway. He only knocked as a courtesy before he grabbed the spare key, which resided underneath a flowerpot placed on the side of the house. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she automatically answered without even thinking about it. She didn’t possess the ability to focus on the fact that she had slid back into their old greeting. She was too floored by his presence to comprehend anything else.

“Hey,” he easily replied with a pang of nostalgia. It was the way they used to greet one another in middle school, back when they thought things couldn’t possibly get more complicated between them, and yet, here they were—eight years later and they couldn’t possibly be any more estranged from one another.

“Why are you…w-what are you doing here?”

‘Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric mov’d: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon ye who enter here.’ (Inf. III, 1-9)

#ouat2011 fic #celluloiddreams fic #abaddon #rucas #rucas fic #liley #liley fic #riley x lucas #riley and lucas #i know the quotes i pulled were from the beginning and not the limbo stage of hell #but i thought it fit better #they will align moving forward #please let me know what you think

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Binge Night

a/n: Hi I’m garbage and really loved the first season of Stranger Things and Nancy and Steve really fucked me up, so here’s rucas watching the beauty and purity of season one Nancy x Steve

Riley and the gang are set to binge the first season of Stranger Things at her house, but the plans get changed when the majority of the group can’t make it.

Riley still couldn’t believe her parents agreed to let all of her friends sleep over. She was a junior in high school and was about to have a boy/girl sleep over. She had known everyone for a long time, so her parents figured no funny business would occur. Riley blew up an air mattress and placed right under her bay window. She threw some pillows and blankets on it so everyone could get really comfy.

Tonight was a big night. Everyone was coming over to binge watch the first season of Stranger Things. Anybody who’s anybody had already seen it, but the friends all wanted to watch it together. So they picked a Saturday night to get together at Riley’s. They knew they’d want to binge watch the whole things, so they knew a sleep over was the best way to go.

Riley popped some popcorn, and brought some sodas to her room. She came back to find a text from Maya.

Maya: Hey Riles, I’m so sorry, but I can’t come over tonight. I caught some type of stomach bug. I’m so sorry. I’ll watch from my place and text you the whole time!

Riley: Oh no! I hope you feel better. Do you need anything?

Maya: Nope, my mom has everything covered, thanks.

Riley: Oh gosh, I’m gonna be the only girl.

Maya: Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Have fun!

At around 7pm, Riley got cozy on the air mattress, set up her laptop, turned off the lights, turned on the white chsitmas lights she kept up, and waited for the guys to show up. At about 7:15, Lucas came in through the window with a bag of homemade cookies.

“Hey Riley. Wow, sweet set up.” He plops down next to her, almost causing her to bounce off.

“Thanks.” She says looking him over. “Nice pajama pants”. She says with a slight giggle. “Um, where are Farkle and Zay?”

“Didn’t they tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“They both bailed. Well, Farkle has an excuse he said he got sick. Zay said he didn’t want to watch the show with us for some reason. He says he likes to binge alone. Where’s Maya?”

“She’s also sick. Oh my gosh!”

“What?”

“I bet they planned this…” Riley looks down at her phone, and he jaw drops. “Look at this, the three of them are at Farkle’s and she said ‘have fun, don’t hate us’.”

“What do you wanna do, crash their party or stay here?”

“Stay here I guess. Is that okay?”

“Perfectly fine with me. Now I have this whole bed to myself. My mom baked these.” He hands Riley the cookies.

“Thanks, they look yummy. Ready to start?”

“Yeah, let’s do this.”

The two friends sit next to each other, sharing a few blankets, munching on popcorn, as they watch the first few minutes of the show. After a while, Riley’s back starts to hurt from trying to sit up straight.

“Lucas?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind if I leaned on your shoulder?”

“Not at all.”

Lucas smiles at her. Instead of Riley just simply leaning her head on his shoulder, Lucas throws an arm around the brunette, and pulls her in.

“Comfortable?” He asks.

“Yes, very.”

Anytime Nancy and Steve shared a moment, Riley would sigh quietly, and almost tear up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah...they’re just so cute and innocent.”

“I wouldn’t call sneaking into her room innocent.”

“No, I mean it’s just so pure, it’s new and exciting...for them. They remind me a little bit of when Scott and Allison first met on Teen Wolf.”

“Ah, I see.”

They got to the part where everyone goes to Steve’s house when his parents are away. Lucas and Riley watch as Nancy takes her shirt off for Steve.

“Ugh, see this is how you know this is a written TV show.” She says.

“Oh, and the creature lurking, taking people away didn’t make you realize this?” Lucas chuckles.

“Well obviously. I mean this would never happen. They make it look so easy. I mean think about. They’ve only made out a few times, and they’re about to do it! It just doesn’t happen that fast.”

“Well it could, everything depends on the person, and what they actually want to do. Steve didn’t pressure Nancy, she just made a choice because she wants to be with him.”

The two watch as Nancy and Steve make out on Steve’s bed. Riley looks up at Lucas. He looks down at her.

“Why can’t it be that easy for us?” She whispers.

“It can be.” He whispers back.

Lucas leans in to kiss Riley, just as their lips touch, there’s a knock on her door. Riley shudders for second, she pauses the show, and gets up to answer the door. She only opens it a little so whoever it is won’t be able to see that it’s just her and Lucas.

“Hi mom.”

“Hi sweety, sorry to interupt your show, dad and I were gonna order you kids some pizza, and wanted to know how many and what you want on them.”

“Um, just cheese and pepperoni is fine, thanks.”

“Really? I thought Zay liked a bunch of toppings?”

“Oh...he does, but he actually had pizza for lunch so-”

“Alright, I’ll tell your dad. I’ll let you know when it’s here.”

“Thanks mom.”

She closes the door and turns back around. Lucas is right there eye to eye with her. He puts a hand on her cheek gently. He leans in slowly and kisses her. Riley throws her arms around him, and kisses Lucas back. The two had liked each other for a long time, but had never done anything about it. As they kiss, things start to heat up, and they fumble to Riley’s bed. The two share passionate kisses and touches.

“Lucas?” Riley says out of breath.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to move too fast.”

“Okay. Do you want to get cozy again and keep watching the show?”

“Yeah...kiss me again.”

He does as she says. He kisses her as if he’s never going to be able to kiss her again. The two go back over to the viewing set up.

“I don’t really want to dive in to what all this means.” She says.

“Me either...let’s continue the binge, and we can figure some stuff out later, okay?”

“Okay.” She kisses him on the cheek and presses play.

The two finish the season around 3am, and immediately pass out. Lucas wakes up around 9am, and sees Riley asleep on him. She looks so beautiful and peaceful, even with her a mess, and drool dripping from her mouth. Riley slowly wakes up. It takes her a second to realize where she was when she saw Lucas.

“Good morning princess.”

“Good morning.”

“I’m gonna get going, but would you want to grab something for breakfast in a little bit at the bakery?”

“Yeah, that sounds great. Wanna say 10:30?”

“Perfect.”

Lucas kisses her on the top of her head, grabs his stuff, and leaves out the window. Riley cleans up her room, and takes a shower. She goes out to the living room before leaving.

“Hey, where is everyone?” Her dad asks.

“Oh, everyone left this morning. We’re all meeting at the bakery for breakfast.”

“How was the show?”

“It was really good.”

“Full of surprises like everyone’s been saying?”

“Oh yeah, lots of surprises. A lot of stuff happened that I never thought would happen.”

Riley was beaming as she walked to the bakery. When she walked in she saw Lucas already there with a couple of drinks and two breakfast sandwiches.

“Someone’s hungry.” Riley says jokingly. “You didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Grab a seat.”

Riley sits down next to Lucas, and dives into her sandwich.

“Mmm, this is so good, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Last night was a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I keep thinking about the show, I think I even dreamt about it.”

“The part where we kissed was fun too....I kinda wanted to talk about that. I mean, how are you feeling about that whole thing?”

“I really liked it, and I’d like to do it again.”

“Great, same here, glad we’re on the same page. I know we both like each other, but-”

“But we’ve never really talked about it. I wouldn’t mind seeing where being more than friends would take us.”

“I wouldn’t mind either.”

“Good.”

Riley reaches her hand across the table, and gives Lucas’ hand a little squeeze.

“Look at these fools, already gazing into each other’s eyes, what did I tell you? I knew that would work!” Says Zay as him, Maya, and Farkle all walk into the bakery.

“So, did the three of you have fun watching at Farkle’s?” Riley asks.

“Yeah it was great, we finished at like 3am.” Says Maya.

“Same here.”

“So...what else did you guys do?”

Lucas and Riley look at each other, then back at their friends, not really sure what information they want to disclose.

“Guys, why don’t we give them some time, they’ll tell us what they want to tell us when they’re ready. I’m starving let’s order some food.” Says Farkle, dragging Maya and Zay to the counter.

“Thank God for Farkle.” Riley says with a chuckle.

“Yeah. So...where did we land on? Oh yeah, more than friends.”

“Did you want to put a specific label on it or…”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know. I want to be with you, but boyfriend and girlfriend just sounds so serious. I mean can’t we go out and call it dating?”

“How about if anyone asks, we just say we’re together. And when you and I ready to really define what it is we’re feeling we can define it.”

“That sounds good to me. Together, I like that a lot.”

Lucas puts his hand on Riley’s and gives it a squeeze. Neither of them really knew where this new chapter would take them, but both we excited for the journey ahead.

#rucas #rucas fanfic #liley #liley fanfic #gmw #girl meets world #riley x lucas #lucas x riley #riley and lucas #lucas and riley #stranger things #nancy x steve #steve x nancy #i'm really fucked up #i'm halfway through season 2 and I'M PISSED

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