in which a snarky, rebellious girl comes to school in the snow with holes in her sweater, and a surprisingly sweet boy slips one into her backpack. ↠ markle au ↠ grammar nazis will be pleased, i'm only using lowercase for the description ↠ will include the other characters of gmw, but they may be altered ↠ i d...
" so baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your rover. " "I've missed you, Maya. I honestly wish you hadn't left." The blonde bit her bottom lip, "I-I know. I said it was a mistake. Add that to my laundry list of regrets and call it a night, why don't you? He scooted in closer to her. It was the smallest gesture May...
** WINNER OF "BEST MARKLE ONE-SHOT IN THE GMW CHOICE AWARDS 2016 ** He found himself staring up at the blank white ceiling of his dorm room wondering what went wrong. He remembered the party, the days they spent together that quickly turned to nights, and lastly that night where the sky seemed to have an eerie lilac t...
"use your hands and my spare time. we've got one thing in common, it's this tongue of mine. she said she's got a boyfriend anyway". --- "Fuck you, you're just jealous." It honestly took Farkle a moment to process what she had said. He knew that was the honest truth. He'd known it from the moment he made his grand anno...
I didn't know when I met her she would become everything to me.
He sat down, letting out a prolonged sigh. How he got here was beyond him. Well, he knew what caused him to get to this point, but the feeling of sitting on this couch that he hadn't sat on in a while caused his head to swim. He glanced at his watch. Four hours ago wasn't when his life lost normalcy. That happened rou...
❝farkle, you're my brothers bestfriend.❞ I whisper lightly, trying to contain the blush that's powdering on my cheeks, from the kiss we just shared. ❝and now you're my girlfriend.❞ his words come out strong and possessive as I stare wide eyed at him, ❝mine, and only mine.❞ he growls, tightening his grip on my wai...
{a short markle drabble} She nodded, "No, it's fine. I just woke up a few minutes ago. I'm sorry I woke you up...because you definitely need the downtime, but...I just hate storms." She took a pause, "I always have." "I love you, Maya." he said, "You're the only person I'd wake up from a dead sleep for."
"Not bad, Farkle." She couldn't say her sentiment had changed much. At 13, his kiss wasn't bad. At 18, his kisses were actually good. His lips were moving skillfully against hers with the same amount of fervor that he'd given her on the train years back, but with a control that she'd have to thank Isadora Smackle for...
She was letting her hair out of the messy ponytail she'd tied it up in before they'd fallen asleep the night before. He lay mesmerized as her blonde tresses fell against her bare back. Today was one of those nothing at all mornings. Maya Hart may be an artist, but to Farkle Minkus, she's the masterpiece.
