Funky Lil Lookism Headcanons
Random list of headcannons I have collected over time in my notes app. Most of these were from last year💀.
If he's not out there literally stopping illegal organizations, Daniel watches anime during his free time.
Zack can actually speak English decently. (Mira ONCE told him that she couldn't understand this English song and he just started learning English just so he could translate everything to her).We love a Bisexual and Bilingual king.
Mira was REAALY interested in Psychology when she was like 13-15 and Zack would be trying to impress her saying "Johan is crying. I know that something is wrong because I am an empath😌" while Johan is literally having a breakdown on the side of the room because of the bullying
Jay and Joy both collect coins/ paper bills from any country they could get their hands on.
The girls would have a monthly girl's night out where they splurge and be the girlbosses they are.
Mira had an astrology phase and would base everyone on their zodiac sign.
Sally has a secret stash of BL under her bed hhh. YOU SAW HOW SHE REACTED WHEN JAKE AND ELI ACCIDENTALLY KISSED WHILE FIGHTING. MY GIRL HAD AN AWAKENING
Zack listens Ricky Montgomery.
Eli definetly exploits the fact that he's an attractive Asian and would post shit on tiktok like "Pick your Asian🤪" or "I'm just a lonely Asian. Who wants to keep me company🥺🥺"
Warren has a tiktok account where he does pranks on hostel members(and sometimes Big Deal if he sharpened up his Jeet Kune Do skills cause boy-) but he doesn't know that the comments are laughing AT him not WITH him.
Hostel probably share one whole tiktok account where they post family stuff.
Sally, Natalie and Amy, and Derek and Max would also duet Eli and Warren's cringey tiktoks.
Zoe DEFINETLY had that acrylic painting on calculators phase and now every single person in the classroom has painted calculators by yours truly.
Johan gets cold really easily.
Jasmine probably runs an online shops where she sells cute children's clothes and other accessories and she's actually a decent mother figure to the kids.
Zoe thinks the prettiest features of a person is their smile and she finds irregular/toothy smiles really cute.
Joy is a really popular editor on Instagram and would even edit her friends.
Zack's type is definetly brown hair and puppy-like visuals.
Jay teaches Joy simple self defense moves.
Jace would tell Vasco little fun facts throughout the day and Vasco absolutely loves them.
Workers/Big Deal/Choi group
Jake would color in his tattoos when stressed.
Everyone in Big Deal is gifted handmade scarves and lip balms by the girls from the street.
Samuel used to have a Gabpryong Kim stan account
Vivi used to secretly bring food from the mansion to Xiaolong. Xiaolong always refuses to take it.
Sinu can do a perfect Joker impression down from the mannerisms to the voice.
I have no idea how but Jerry and Johan would've been friends and Jerry would've called themselves "the pretty boy duo😎" 💀💀
Kouji likes grape Fanta and thrives off that drink.
Goo gives new suits to his secret friends every month. He always makes sure to give Samuel's clothes a size too small.
Samuel would rather get beat up by Jake than admit the fact he cried during Encanto.
Lineman would make really bad metaphors and would have to explain what it means.
Gun and Goo watch survival shows together. They loooveee the Produce series.
Gun and Goo used to post the cringiest unfunniest shit on Vine. Goo still thinks it's top-tier humor.
Kouji made one of those "cringefest vine compilations"on YouTube which was 90% of their videos.
I firmly believe Jake is still stuck on his musically phase and taught Johan 2016 slang while they were doing their shift as bouncers. You do not understand how mortified Zack was to hear Johan use 2016 slang.
Gun actually just tells everyone he meets who's at least decent at fighting that they're "wOrThy tO bE mY suCcEsSor" just to inflate their ego.
Every time Big Deal wants to recruit someone into their gang, they just chase them down until they get a yes.
And those are some of my Lookism headcannons! If you guys want some more of a specific character you can just ask me! I'm not particularly good at romance headcannons though so...maybe someone more talented can help you with that💀💀.
finally watched the roller coaster safety tutorial so here were my thoughts throughout
~OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS FOR RIDE THE CYCLONE IF YOU HAVENT SEEN IT BUT I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT~
- VIRGIL. HE PLAYS BASS. I LOVE HIM.
(its a bit of a mess so bear with me)
- how the hell did they make Jane look headless in the intro, thats so cool
- the expressions on everyone's faces when Jane is introduced is hilarious
- OCEAN AND HER WHITE GIRL DANCE MOVES
- i hate that they got rid of Ocean's riff at the end of What The World Needs
- Karnak is the expert of giving information just a little too late
- "your cousin was in grade 4, he had to get his stomach pumped" is unironically funny
- GIVE JANE A HUG ISTG SHE HAS HER ARMS HELD OUT AND EVERYTHING
- i think Noel might be a masochist, just saying-
- Noel's life is honestly really sad. I feel so bad for him
- NOT HIM CALLING OCEAN A SUCCUBUS LMAO
- ngl he makes the dress work
- MISCHA??? HELLO??? THATS KINDA FRUITY
- that chair is a paid actor bc its been through so much in just this number alone
- HELP CONSTANCE TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM JANE IS SO FUNNY
- "not in my Bible, baby. BONSOIR" I am struggling so hard to keep my composure while typing
- THE HIP THRUST WHEN OCEAN SAYS "teen sex KILLS"
- THE PORN MUSIC. HELP ME IM DYING OUT HERE
- "im not mad at you, im just frequently disappointed" you know what I felt that
- I dont agree with them saying Mischa as the angriest boy in town, he was just mistreated and had a hard life :( he has so many nice moments with the other kids
- OCEAN AND HER FAN THAT ISNT EVEN TURNED ON-
- seeing Mischa talk abt Talia makes me so sad
- Talia is such an underrated song, this makes me wanna sob
- idk why but Ocean touching Mischa's cheek at the start of Talia did something to me I cannot explain
- the projections are making this so emotionally distressing to watch
- THEN THE FUCKING UPBEAT POP SECTION
- CONSTANCE'S GUILTY LOOK AT THE VIRGIN LINE
- oh god here comes Space Age Bachelor Man
- DID RICKY STICK HIS FINGER IN OCEAN'S MOUTH????
- what the hell i am so uncomfortable
- I hate those cat masks so much
- "it gets weird" ITS BEEN WEIRD WHAT
- WHAT IS HE WEARING. im not even gonna talk abt the fake abs.
- this choreography is so sexually charged and im so confused
- Jane makes me so unbelievably sad why cant they treat her better
- no comments, just The Ballad of Jane Doe.
- ok one comment, the ACTING. the VOCALS. ITS ALL PERFECT.
- THE BIRTHDAY SCENE IS SO SWEET LIKE THEY ARE TRYING TO MAKE JANE FEEL BETTER
- the new birthday song 🥺
- Jane's little sway aww
- BORTHDAY PT 2
- Savannah with the greenest eyes 😭
- THE BOOB PUNCH. "you just punched me!! in the freakin boob!!"
- Constance's favorite ride was the one that killed her :(
- IM SORRY CONSTANCE DID WHAT?
- THE TATTOO WAS WHAT????
- oh no this is so sad
- the impromptu dance moves during sugar cloud bc they arent being controlled by Karnak are so cute
-Ocean's white girl dance moves pt 2
- RECORDER SOLO WOOHOO
- OCEAN SOUNDS SO BROKEN WHEN KARNAK TELLS HER ITS HER DECISION TO MAKE THE FINAL VOTE
- "you knew all along I couldn't do it" "what?" "choose myself" IM DYING OUT HERE HELP
- "id gladly take my seventeen years over nothing" WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME
- the sad little "democracy rocks"
- is the video meant to show Jane's life as she crosses over? or is it just showing imagery of life overall bc of the theme of this show
- It's Just a Ride after everything I just witnessed is like a punch in the gut
- they seem so happy :,)
- im in physical pain over this show.
RTC kids going to a school dance (prom, hoco, whatever) as a group :)
Yes I though of this while shopping for hoco dresses what about it.
It started with them all lamenting that they didn’t have dates for the school dance
Penny was like “I wish I could just take all of you!”
Ocean went up to Noel afterwards and said that she needed his help with a promposal for the entire choir and he immediately said yes because he has a flair for the dramatics
He made the whole sparkly sign and wrote everyone’s names in cursive but left out his cause he just assumed Ocean wouldn’t want to take him to prom
She had to very sloppily add his name on after he left
Penny almost broke her bones in a hug when she saw it
Noel was complaining about her ruining his beautiful work (but was secretly very happy)
Constance also almost broke her bones in a hug
Ricky was absolutely beaming
Mischa nodded silently but was practically vibrating with joy when he got home
Noel bought everyone’s outfit because he’s the “only one with a sense of style in the group for gods sake”
And he was right they all looked GORGEOUS
Ocean cannot walk in heels
She takes one step and almost breaks her ankle so she wore flats
She also just straight up cannot dance
She will break every joke in her body and probably someone else’s if she tries
Noel drags Mischa out onto the dance floor and it goes surprisingly well
Penny tries to spike the punch
Ricky sits with Ocean and talks (well, signs) with her the whole time
Penny and Mischa did the Dirty Dancing lift with both Noel and Ocean
Noel went along with it while Ocean just started flailing around
Constance filmed it each time
Ricky figured out a way to dance using his crutches
Penny will have dirt on her dress by the time the dance is over
She likes climbing trees
She manspreads so much in her dress and every time the teachers tried to reprimand her for doing it she pointed out that A. She had shorts on and B. Why were they looking up her dress in the first place?
Some boy would not leave Ocean alone once so Mischa dumped the punch bowl on him
Constance loves to dance
Her and Noel plan out full on routines every single time and they always getting a round of applause
Ocean is very proud of herself because she once managed to dance with a pretty girl and not fall on her face! Not even once!
Said pretty girl later became her girlfriend
Yes I’m pushing my lesbian ace Ocean agenda what about it
Noel almost convinced the entire choir (including the guys) to come in dresses but the school said no
That did not stop Ricky though
The schools too afraid of their image to kick him out so he gets to stay and he got so many compliments
Noel and Penny run their own little salon before the dance where Penny does makeup and Noel does hair
Ocean gets an infinity braid like the one Anna has in Frozen 2
Constance gets the purple dye in her hair swapped out for whatever color goes best with the theme
Penny braids her hair like Elsa so she can match Ocean
They all end up helping with the dance in some way
Constance’s family always cater
Mischa helps with decorations because he’s tall
Noel designs all the banners and stuff
Penny carries everything
Ricky helps with the lights and speakers and stuff
Ocean is obviously the planner of the group
Some pricks tried to ask Ocean to the dance once as a joke and Mischa chased them down the hallway
Noel likes riding on Mischa’s shoulders
luck be a (leading) lady | part 3.
Summary: Y/N has always been a background character. That’s just life for some folks isn’t it? But what if she’s determined to not just be another member in the ensemble? What if someone helps her step into the spotlight in her own special way?
Warnings for the Series: a teeny bit of angst but mainly fluff
Pairing: ricky bowen x black!reader
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: I am not even sorry for starting a third series. I just finished season three of hsmtms and I’m obsessed. Also spoiler now, EJ and Gina are staying as an endgame couple. I’m gonna try to plant those seeds early if I can.
Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)
“These are amazing!” Ricky complimented your sister on the steak tacos.
Your sister thanked him and immediately started to ask him all sorts of questions. Of course your family was excited. You had clung to your sister and her friends until Kiana came around. And after that, Kiana was the only person they ever saw come over. They wanted to know everything about your new “friend”. Ricky didn’t mind the questions. He actually found comfort in being distracted and then found more comfort in some of your parents’ advice on how to deal with his own parents’ divorcing.
“Hey, if it’s not too much trouble, I actually think I’m gonna head home instead of sleeping over. I think I should talk with them.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
“You came in my car.”
“Oh, no, you’re already home. I can just skateboard, your house is actually really close. I’m literally at the end of the street.”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. If you knew that one of your classmates had lived on your street then you would have gone with Kiana all those times she wanted to sell her Girl Scout cookies in your neighborhood. Maybe you would have gotten to know someone quicker. You walked Ricky to the door and then stood outside as he skated away just to make sure that he actually did make it to his house. The boy gave you a small wave before heading into his own home.
A grin spread on your face when you went to your locker during morning break at school the next day. Ricky, who had been talking to Big Red whose locker was two down from yours, stuck a hand up to greet you. You quickly held your hand up and lowered it before going back to taking out and putting up books in your locker. You could hear Ricky groan at whatever Big Red must have suggested before you had walked up.
“I’m just saying it’s your chance.”
“Dude, the last thing I should do is ask Nini to homecoming on the day of the dance. She’s hardcore friend-zoned me.”
“She’s single and ready to mingle.”
“It’s a bad idea, trust me.”
If it wasn’t for the fact that you loved dressing up, you could have forgotten it was homecoming. You didn’t have a date because of course you didn’t. Kiana would have come but she had practice and you told her that her team and potential scholarships were more important than one little dance. She made you promise to post all the pictures on Instagram. Laughing to yourself, you agreed to post for your four rabid followers to like and comment.
You were sat at table ten with all the other theatre kids when you got to the dance. You were positive they organized that on purpose but it didn’t matter. Sitting quietly amongst people you kind of knew was better than strangers. The big shocker was Gina and EJ coming to the dance together. Everyone got the Instagram notification at the same time, turning your heads to see that they were in fact taking pictures in the photo booth. Ricky threw back his cup of punch.
“Unbelievable, he steals my girlfriend and eight seconds after their breakup he’s already playing the field.”
“Dude,” Big Red said. “That’s what you should be doing, too.”
“Are you actually defending him?”
“No, I’m just saying. You made that pact with your dad to put yourself out there again.”
“That was so he’d stop sleeping on the couch, it’s been a week.”
“Well, it was still a good idea and now is the best time to do it. It’s a dance! Dance with someone.”
Ricky just shook his head. He didn’t vibe with the idea at all. You all tried not to look suspicious as Gina and EJ arrived at the table. It was still kind of a surprise— the two of them being together. Maybe they weren’t together but Gina was holding his arm the entire time and EJ didn’t seem to mind. Those were for sure signs of dating, right? That was confirmed when Gina asked EJ to get them some punch, making sure to add the word babe at the end of the request. Ricky immediately slid into EJ’s empty chair.
“Advice, I probably wouldn’t go with a guy like him. Not exactly good news.”
“You’re not really one to give relationship advice, are you? If I want your opinion, I’ll ask.”
“Well, I’m giving it anyway because I thought you were classier than this. But maybe you’re just what people say you are.”
Everyone at the table got silent.
“And that is?”
Big Red tried to stop Ricky but he kept going. “A little too ambitious for your own good.”
You watched Gina grit her teeth before standing up to go find EJ. You were pretty sure that was a lie as she started to make her way more to the gym doors than the punch table.
“That was mean, Ricky,” you said as you stood up to try and go find the girl. “And you all might think that but you could try to understand her better.”
“G-Gina, Gina wait!” You chased after her.
She turned around with a vengeance. “What?! What do any of you want?”
You stopped in your tracks. Confrontation and dealing with it wasn’t a strong suit of yours. Your feet stuttered backwards a little bit. You didn’t exactly know what you were going to do after finding Gina but you didn’t expect her to raise her voice. You heard your own voice waiver as you tried to say something. A hand landed on your shoulder and a somewhat deep voice came from behind you.
“Don’t be mad at her, I was the one who said something stupid in the first place. I’m actually really sorry about what I said, Gina. It wasn’t cool at all.”
“You were just saying what everyone thinks.”
“Not me,” you piped up.
Gina gave you a smile.
“It still wasn’t cool for me to say that. And it’s not cool for us to think that either.”
“Well, thanks. Seriously.”
“Where are you going?”
“I think I’ve had enough of the dance for tonight.”
“Do you need someone to drop you home? I actually have my car tonight… Do you want to come too, Y/N? Since we’re neighbors?”
You nodded and moved with the other two. While you and Ricky might have been neighbors, Gina lived a bit away. You sat in the back so she could give directions as Ricky drove. Gina began telling you guys all about her home life. It was obvious why theatre was so important to her. With the way she had to move around a lot because of her mom’s job, it was the only place she could even begin to make temporary friends in such a short amount of time. She actually laughed at your joke about how she was doing better than you. Gina turned around in the front seat after Ricky pulled into her driveway.
“You just need an extrovert to adopt you.”
“That’s exactly what my friend Kiana said to me.”
“Then it’s settled. We’re besties now… you can tag along too, Richard.”
He held a hand to his chest in fake offense while you and Gina laughed as she got out of the car. Slipping into the passenger’s seat, you and Ricky waited for the young girl to get inside before pulling out the driveway. Ricky looked at you from the corner of his eye. You were focused on the world outside, looking straight ahead.
“I think I’ll take Gina up on tagging along.”
“We’re besties now. I mean you’re behind Big Red but it’s a pretty close second.”
“Okay, besties,” you said more to yourself than to him while getting more comfortable in your seat.
Ricky took the moment that the car was stopped at a red light to fully look at your face. You were smiling as you kept looking outside. You were happy to have not just one but two friends. Ricky thought you were pretty cool. He saw the way you interacted with your family at dinner. Once you got past the social shyness, the person you were was a rather pleasant one.
He also found himself liking your silence and calmness. He had never meant to blurt out to you that his parents were getting a divorce. But you just seemed like no one else would know until he was ready for them to know. Ricky loved Big Red but he always ended up saying something on accident. And not only was he no longer close with Nini but everything Nini knew, Kourtney knew. It was partly selfish when Ricky told you because he knew you had no one to tell. But he was finding himself glad he made the decision after just observing you a little more.
“You know the McDonald’s by our houses is now open twenty-four seven. Want to get some and then go to the park?”
“Sure, I already texted my parents that you were going to drop me back home anyway.”
The park late at night wasn’t a regular occurrence for you. But it wasn’t a bad time— it was actually made funnier by the fact that you and Ricky were in fancy dance attire. You two sat on the swings eating and talking. Well, Ricky did most of the talking. He was starting to realize that you didn’t like to speak unless you really had something to say. It wasn’t just about being introverted and shy.
“So I didn’t get into the skating compet— did you just dip your fries in that milkshake?”
Ricky grabbed your cup from you and looked down at it before meeting your eyes again. “In a vanilla milkshake? That’s basically admitting you’re an alien.”
“Because of vanilla?”
“Everyone knows you dip your fries in the strawberry flavor.” He did just that to emphasize his point.
Your face scrunched up. “I think you’re the alien. That’s so gross.”
“Nuh uh, try it… Come on, try it.”
He stabbed a french fry towards you a couple times until you reluctantly ate it. The boy waited in anticipation that ended in laughter when it became clear that you absolutely hated the taste. You shook your head in a very animated fashion.
“Ricky, your taste buds are broken. You’ve got to be the only one that likes that.”
“Big Red agrees.”
“Okay, taste buds are definitely broken,” you said before shivering.
“Are you cold?” Ricky asked while taking off his suit jacket and placing it around you.
“But won’t you be cold now?”
“Eh, I’ve got long sleeves,” he said as he sat back down on the other swing. “So, what do you like to do? I mean aside from this whole musical thing.”
“I kind of just do this musical thing and plays and improv shows but those always scare me. I also do puppet shows sometimes when Larry gets sick.”
“We have improv shows?”
“Not at school. I’m in a company outside. The Saltwater Company at the Fine Arts Museum, I’m in the Orca Troupe.”
Both of Ricky’s eyebrows raised up. “So this is basically your life.”
He listened as you agreed with him and went on to explain more. You were always doing shows. It was the fall musical at school then the winter play and the annual nutcracker production. Then the improv show that brings in the new year. Then back to school for the Spring musical. And back to the The Saltwater Company for their Spring musical, the late spring play, the Shakespeare in the park and then finally ending it all with a summer musical at Camp Shallow Lake. Of course, the occasional puppet show was in there because for some reason kids like you and you sort of became Larry’s automatic understudy.
“Wow. That’s serious dedication. That’s really cool actually.”
“Thanks. Oh! I like making coffee and raising butterflies.”
“You can do that?”
“Yeah, especially monarchs. They’re endangered so it actually helps up their numbers. You raise the caterpillars and then when they become butterflies, they fly away to populate other places. The monarchs tend to flock to Mexico.”
“Do any ever stay?”
“A couple of them do each time for a few weeks or so.”
“You ever name them?”
“Maybe… Oh, you gotta tell me.”
“My most recent group? Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Ton—”
“I was really into the movies at the time.”
You gently pushed at Ricky’s knees after he looked like he was going to laugh. After a few more conversations that were prompted by him asking questions, you guys finished your food and made your way back to the car. You could see why Ricky was pretty well-liked by everyone at school. He was easy to talk to and always seemed to try and be engaged with whoever he was talking with. You could almost feel like he had been friends with you for years. The car pulled up right in front of your house.
“Thanks for the ride and the food.”
“No problem. See you at rehearsal on Monday.”
“Pro tip, it’s costume day so only wear tight nude or black underwear. Trust me. You’ll want an undershirt too.”
“Noted.” Ricky waited for you to close your front door before going the very short distance to his own home.
You were surprised to hear your doorbell ring so early in the morning. Quickly finishing up brushing your teeth, you headed downstairs still in your pajamas with a clay mask over your nose to go answer the door. Your sister had gone back to New York for work and your parents always left early to head to their offices so it just left you. Opening the door, you blinked at seeing your down-the-street neighbor.
“Hi, I totally meant to get your phone number yesterday. Somehow no one has it but anyway, we’re neighbors so I figured we could carpool.”
“Okay… um, there’s still an hour and a half before school starts.”
“I wasn’t sure when you left for school. You know Nini used to get there at exactly seven ten every morning.”
“Wow. Well we aren’t leaving till seven twenty… do you want breakfast?”
Ricky stepped inside so you could close the door. He sat at the kitchen island and watched you go to a very fancy looking machine. That’s right, you did mention the other day that you liked to make coffee. He didn’t know it was like legit. You pulled out three jars from the cabinet above the fancy machine.
“Light, medium, or dark roast?”
“I’m not really a coffee drinker, whatever’s good.”
“I love a newbie. Hot or cold drink?”
“One warm cappuccino coming up.”
Ricky stood up from his seat after you grabbed something from the fridge. “You know I’m a professional pancake master. I can do that.”
“Are you sure?”
You handed over the pancake mix. Ricky got to work at the stove while you kept going with the coffees. You set the drinks on the table before stating that you’d be back after you finished getting ready for school. Coming back down, you saw a nice stack of pancakes on a plate and the skillet already put in the dishwasher. Ricky gave you a smile.
“Told you I was a pro.”
The two of you finished eating and headed for school. The twenty minute drive consisted of you helping Ricky run all his lines and playing all the songs from the musical. He was starting to enjoy this whole musical thing more and more. It had only started as a way to get Nini back but he was really finding friends and family amongst the cast. While you guys didn’t have any classes together, Ricky did wave every time you passed each other in the hallway or walked by classrooms. You ended up eating lunch with him, Big Red, and Gina.
“So I was thinking we could get our nails done before the show,” Gina said.
“That sounds great.”
“Oh, no offense, Big Red, this was kind of a me and Y/N thing. Girls’ day.”
“What if Ricky and I just happen to be there.”
“Well played. Anyway, Y/N?”
You agreed right away. Besides, everyone knew that while not needed it helped one get more in character if you did your nails the way that they would. Gina was happy to have actually made a friend. East High felt different than all her other schools and she was really wanting to stay. Even though Ricky was out of line when he said what he did at the dance, the two of them sincerely made up. Gina liked sitting with you, him, and Big Red. Your little group of four was definitely a weird one but you guys were enjoying it all the same.
You were enjoying it even more when Gina joined in on everyone making fun of Ricky’s wig at rehearsal. Sure he didn’t have straight hair like Troy but the wig’s current state was absolutely horrendous. Ricky rolled his eyes at all the teasing but even he ended up laughing at the ugly hairpiece. You all were eager to change out of the costumes and get back to rehearsal in the drama room.
“Where’s Ms. Jenn?” Nini asked.
“Coming, coming. Her car broke down so she had to take it to the mechanic,” Carlos said quickly.
“How’d she get it there if it broke down?”
“Let’s just get started.”
The rest of the cast gave each other looks. Something was definitely up. Ms. Jenn never missed a practice. You were actually starting to believe that she lived in her office. Nini moved to stand where Carlos said. Her Gabriella solo was supposed to be worked and then the show was practically over.
“Um, Carlos, why am I dancing with four boys?”
“Because as the ballad builds, you’re going to be walking through a forest of boys.”
“What does that even mean?” Nini looked at the rest of the cast and all the girls nodded in assurance that you guys were also confused.
“Gabriella’s heart has just been shattered by Troy and now she’s remembering everything about him.”
“Ew, what? Troy just broke my heart by selling me out to his teammates.”
Ashlyn nodded. “She’s kind of got a point. He is kind of irredeemable at this point until he shows up for the musical. A Troy forest is probably the last thing anyone would want.”
“She could cut down the forest,” Natalie, the stage manager, suggested.
Kourtney raised her hand. “Or be surrounded by a forest of her loving sisters.”
You all snapped your fingers at that idea. Ricky chimed in.
“Is it better if she sings an acoustic version of the ballad… or not.”
“Absolutely not, just start the ballad!”
“Woah, Carlos, it’s not that big a deal. We were just suggesting stuff. We can always just ask Ms. Jenn when she gets back.”
“She might’ve been fired!” Carlos blurted out before covering his mouth.
Everyone stood up from the floor. “What?!”
“They’re saying she lied on her resume application and there’s a school board meeting tomorrow to talk about.”
“Is this about not being a featured dancer in any of the High School Musicals?” you asked.
“I’ve had the cheerleader dance in What time is it memorized since it came out. The blonde girl looks a lot like her but the credits say a totally different name. Jenn is short for Jennifer not Jenelle.”
“And you never said anything?”
“Don’t all actors lie? I once said I was five ten so I’d be considered for an audition.”
“Really?” Ricky turned to you. “That’s such a bad lie.”
“I got the part.”
Carlos clapped his hands. “Um, hello, Ms. Jenn getting fired?”
“What are we supposed to do about it?”
Natalie stood up. “We don’t have a show without a teacher. Guess we’re done, see you guys later.”
You and some of the others looked around in shock and confusion as almost the entire cast left the room. Even Nini and EJ ended up walking away. Carlos gave you a look before running out the room to try and chase after some of the cast. You sat back down in a chair.
Ricky sighed. “There’s got to be a way to save her job.”
“I’m sure we’ll figure it out. But can we not think about that right now?”
“Sure… You want to hear my acoustic song idea for the ballad?”
Ricky went to take his guitar out of the case.
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Ok I have hAD IT there is not enough content for rtc so I’m putting my hcs out here now with all the chaotic energy I have in me! This will def have more than one part. ￼
also yes I will be talking about them as if they lived because somehow my brain will not let me think they died.
-Ocean’s motivation for joining the choir was glee. She liked it I’m middle school and joined the choir from there and yes she does probably love Rachel Berry
-If the story took/takes place around now I swear that Jane would be a Phoebe Bridgers fan there’s no reasoning for this except a playlist.
-Ricky would be a total anime and video game lover, now you may be like wow just because of space age bachelor man. No there is no way you can convince me that this man would not dig anime, or video games I just know he would like something like Subnautica with the space elements. Oh god I feel like he’d love markiplier.
-Mischa and Noel having movie nights yessir!! 100% Mischa listening to Noel talk about his favorite movies and plays and being never judgmental.
-On the other end Noel letting Mischa chill with him while his parents are particularly mean>>> They support eachother ur honor.
-I like to keep it ambiguous in my head on whether Talia exists or not but ya know that’s up for interpretation.
-Picture Jane having to ask Constance or Ocean about some of the genuine tomfoolery the boys get into. I have choir kid stories and the boys are hectic take it from an alto who sat by the tenors. Yes there has been prop fights change my mind.
-Mischa somehow knowing what Ricky wants to say..has this gotten him in trouble possibly more than once because ya know Ricky did t say it but Mischa just knows. He also happens to know everything about the school via Ocean.
-Yep Ocean is a gossip I’m sorry someone had to say it it’s true and I’m not taking criticism send tweet.
-Constance and her family putting pride flags outside their cafe so it’s inclusive to all unknowing that this meant a lot to a certain Noel.
-At one point Mischa tried to teach Ocean to swear and not only did it not work but there’s a jar in the choir room full of a certain boy’s quarters. Yes Mischa swears like a sailor I know this because I am Slavic and I know Slavic boys and how sometimes creatively they swear.
-Jane, Ocean and Ricky are neurodivergent i don’t make the rules.
-Oh yeah did I mention everyone’s not straight?
another rtc eurovision post (i'm so sorry for my brainrot y'all) with me associating a song for each character
fair warning, this is *LONG*, so i'd suggest scrolling past if you don't really like long posts :)
i don't think that anyone pre-canon would've watched it but, you know, post-canon everyone lives au, afterlife, take your pick either works!!!
mischa: as previously stated, stefania by kalush orchestra (ukraine 2022) is his top of all time. wikipedia describes its genre as "alternative hip hop and folk" which is basically this song is awesome/talia. it being a tribute to the frontman's mother also deeply resonates with him, missing his own mother. other favourites include soldi (italy 2019), dark side (finland 2021), lie to me (czech republic 2018) and kuula (estonia 2012) because... in addition he loves everything ukraine's sent (aside from 2012. imagine being able to have pride and audience support for practically every entry from your country). he just finds so much enjoyment and nostalgia in it (ie me projecting onto my fave). he was so surprised when noel knew about it and that he had a buddy in this uranium hellhole to chat about it. has a crush on alexander rybak (norway 2009) and chanel (spain 2022). he still does not realise he is bisexual. he starts a betting pool with the choir for each new contest (and all the ones only he and noel have seen. the two get sad at first that they can't participate with those ones, but then decide to fuck with them)
noel: his winner of 2022 was in corpore sano (serbia) for The Drama and The Art, but he also supported fulenn because france (the man was so disappointed when they got second last). his all time favourite is l'enfer et moi (france 2013), because frenchwoman singing about how she would make her ex's life hell meant that he could graft on his dreams to that. because he's canadian i don't think he grew up with it like mischa, i think that he went down a youtube rabbithole when the march he turned 14 somehow or other and fell in love. he loves all the songs like n'oubliez pas (france 2015), voila (france 2019), tout l'univers (switzerland 2019), and bonds with mischa over zitti e buoni (italy 2021 who am i kidding everyone knows måneskin, thanks to @curious-georg for that idea!!!). sometimes he puts on playlists of the earlier competitions while he's studying to imagine a morning in france. has a crush on half the male entrants.
i haven't thought through how the rest of the choir gets exposed to it because it's pretty much a "after canon once they're friends, wherever they are, au or not i don't know". but basically i have a feeling that one time on movie night it's mischa's turn and he brings along the 2021 contest (because it's one of the best of the most recent and the hosts are so good) and noel goes BATSHIT and everyone else is just like "hey... what?? this is four hours long" and then it starts and they end up really enjoying it, with them going through all the contests (sometimes on mischa's night, sometimes on noel's, a couple for constance's too) and watching them live (because i said so)
ricky: they love the entries that are just a lil quirky. a lil different. their favourite from 2022 was eat your salad (latvia), mainly because the audience *screamed* out "PUSSY" to fight the censors (eurovision is a family friendly competition). the peak songs for them were at the start of semi 1 and then it all went downhill from there. and their goat? space (montenegro 2017). if you haven't seen that video, bestie, you should. they really do watch it for the memes, epic sax guy (run away aka moldova 2010), anti-crisis girl (ukraine 2009), "but in the end, they didn't" (the 2019 host talking to that year's cypriot contestant about cyprus coming in second in 2018).
constance: her 2022 winners were not the same (australia) and i am what i am (malta) because she loves the expression of the internal self and hearing peoples' emotions through the melodies. her all time favourites are monsters (finland 2018) and cry no more (netherlands 2017) because of how both are personal, one is upbeat in its self-empowerment, while the other is about familial love and support. she relates to and desires both. otherwise, anything with a gay kiss. she screamed at the full-on makeout session that occurred during this time (lithuania 2015). and marry me (finland 2013) made her VERY happy for that kiss at the end. even then, it takes her a while to realise she is Not Straight.
ocean: her 2022 winner was hold me closer (sweden), then river (poland) because it genuinely moved her, then die together (greece). she hates I.M (israel) with a burning passion, and everyone except her sees the irony in that. from other years she loves last dance (greece 2021), only teardrops (denmark 2013), popular (sweden 2011), lipstick (ireland 2011) and euphoria (sweden 2012). she has a spreadsheet ranking her placements for each year they watch, as well as the rest of the choir, and uses that to predict the results of the betting pool mischa started. sweden and greece are in her top five every year. she put if i were sorry as her first place when they were watching the 2016 edition and mischa refuses to talk to her for the rest of the night (this one actually isn't me projecting i just think it'd be funny).
penny/jane: because this idea isn't super-solidified, and her character isn't either, it's hard to know. i think that she's a menace and loves the voice cracks and mistakes (i feel bad if i direct people to certain entries for that!!! but if you know, you Know). the best guess i have is that her favourite 2022 entry is miss you (belgium) because of the religious allegory and shifting genres (like in the ballad of jane doe), but i will take suggestions!!
this was a really long post, thanks for sticking around if you got this far!
live reaction 3x08 part 2
“Why don’t you take a long five” thank you! I love that corbin actually seemed to realise all the kids are talented while he was watching the musical and was actually into it
WHAT TEAM AHHH
Everything is over and the good stuff is gone (sorry to be overdramatic but im hurt)
This is my hsmtmts theatre fam
EJ signing as Elton ahh
Why did Ricky feed EJ the marshmallow why is there always Caswen content do they know what they’re doing
I really wish Nini could have been there for all this
HE GOT A CARD FROM NINI I will sob
She remembered the lottery tickets of course she did she’s his best friend im going to throw up
The way Gina is looking at Ricky because of the card…this is why it’s Ricky that needs to be doing the work here. He needs to make his feelings clear. He needs to be the active one, not Gina. Gina’s done that before and Ricky made her feel like crap so it’s his turn to try if Rina is going to happen
Ricky hugging Big Red because it’s something that still hurts a little and him and Nini are so close I cant I cant I hhhhh
Also where was the Gini interaction why were we robbed
I just wish we could have had Nini interacting with the whole cast before she left
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT WAS IN NINI’S LETTER THOUGH WHAT DID SHE SAY
Kourtney!! She looks INCREDIBLE OH MY STARS LIKE SO SO GOOD
GINA!!!!!!!!!! SHE’S GORGEOUS SHE’S EVERYTHING OH MY STARS
Carlos!! Maddox and Jet!! Everyone looks great!
Ricky I love you
Ash and Maddox oh my stars
Big Red is canonically bi!! We all knew it!!
Ricky you’re bi too and we know it
Ash is excited to call Big Red because she’s like SAME BESTIE
The thing about Corbin Bleu is like he was the one wanting this drama so you can’t act like you’re on their side now lol
Frick. Frick. Frick. Gina’s feelings for EJ were nowhere near a maybe last season or the beginning of this season this doesn’t even make sense.
They have really good chemistry. Like I really could see Rina. That’s what makes all this so frustrating. I WANT to like Rina. I really, really do. The show is just going about it so horribly
Pls pls pls I know it’s been forever but my brain is on hyperactive mode just let me talk.
There’s this amazing beautiful musical that has changed my life for the better I think. It’s called Ride the Cyclone and the characters made me think of this and now I can’t stop thinking about this and I’m freakin out man!!!
Let’s start with my personal favorite character, Jane Doe.
Jane Doe is a character who has lost her entire identity because the coroners were never able to find her head. She wears a little too porcelain doll head and carries around a beheaded doll. Her story is traumatic and her song is all about mourning her lost, unknown life.
Who am I gonna relate this character to? The DA obviously. The DA who was murdered, put in a mirror, came out of the mirror and didn’t remember their past life. If you listen to the song it has recalling of her life and the desperation to just know a little bit about her old self. It’s also very old timey, having a Ballad/Opera feel to it. Makes sense right? YEAH!!
My second Fav Character, Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg. A girl who has always had the thirst for success and pushes others down to get her way until the end of the show. Watch it to find out what I mean. A girl whose entire song is about how her life means more and obviously she should be the one at the chance of life because she has so much to do!
Actor Mark. Duh. The thirst for success. The putting others down. The thought that he’s the hero and everyone else’s life means less than his!!!! UGH.
Constance Blackwood is “The Nicest Girl In Town” whose entire song is about how nothing good ever happened to her accept for in the town she lived in with all her friends. At first she hated her small town but then everything changed when she died. She sings about how lovely her life is and how much she loved being alive and will never let go of that.
Damien. He was probably the nicest kid in town in his day and was the mayor who cares deeply about people. He probably hated something deep down but in the end I think he really loved his life.
Noel Gruber is the most romantic boy in town who had a fantasy that he was a hooker in post-war France. He dreams of a life he can be himself and be accepted for what he wanted to be. He’s eccentric, funny, and knows how to get what he wants in his life……. He also calls Ocean a horrible succubus…
William. He’s eccentric and wants a life where he can be himself and no one else. Also… him calling Actor Mark a horrible succubus…….
Mischa Bachinski was the angriest boy in town that masked all of his love for this girl named Talia with anger and his uh…. Rapping career or something… he was truly hiding his secret online relationship with a girl named Talia that he fell in love with when he was still in Ukraine and they had planned to get married before he moved away.
Abe. Abe had somebody, actually many people he truly loved and now that they were all gone he covered that part of him up with anger and hate for something that in the long run doesn’t matter.
Ricky Potts is the most imaginative boy in town who, after an accident, was left mute and on crutches. He dreamed of a better life for himself which is one of the most awkward songs on the album so I’ll just say uh… space cats. But he’s very in-touch with everyone else in the choir especially Jane Doe and seems to have a huge heart that just wants to have fun and not be in the same place forever.
Celine. Celine truly seemed like a good person to people that she loved and cared about (like Ricky with Jane Doe) and like Ricky she wanted to escape to a better place for herself.
Karnak is the talking fortune telling machine that has orchestrated all of this. He wants to give the kids a chance at being alive again. He wants them to have a better life. But he can only bring one of them back. He’s also sassy and sometimes mean to the “contestants” lmao.
The house entity. While not as kind-hearted as Karnak it orchestrated everything that happened in the house and brought them all together like Karnak did.
I AM GOING INSANE HELP
REDACTED verse - A quiet Sunday
Pairing: Sweetheart/Milo Greer
Summary: The Greers focus on the next chapter of their life, raising a family. To which Milo and Sweetheart take it one step at a time.
I actually wrote this during the week my inbox was filled with baby wolves and tender, family moments from the Shaw Pack. I, uh, kinda forgot about it when work starts getting hectic again.
Just a heads up, I purposely left it vague as to how the Cubs came into Sweetheart and Milo's lives. I'll leave that up to the readers' imaginations.
But anyway, I hope ya'll enjoy this oneshot. I'm going to bed now; have a good night or morning/afternoon, everyone!
Soft pillows and fluffy blankets pile on the couch. A few spare clothes on the coffee table. A toy chest in the corner. Bottles of milk in the fridge - it’s basically a regular Sunday afternoon in Greer’s household.
Except for today, Sweetheart is called into work due to an emergency instead of relaxing at home with their family like they’re supposed to.
Typical of the Department.
“You sure none of your colleagues can take over just for today?” Milo asks, watching as his Mate gets ready to leave their house. They pulled a David and Angel and bought themselves a landed house a year after getting married. The Alpha was a huge help when the two surveyed properties around the city. “Some favours that you could cash in?”
Sweetheart checks their work bag one last time; wallet, ID tags, a small can of lemon candies and a packet of bandaids. Good, they have everything. “I’m very sorry, Milo. I’d rather not cash them in unless I have to. Besides, it’s just some paperwork issue that they need to process before Monday. I should be back before evening.” They promise and sling the bag over one shoulder. They’re as annoyed as Milo when their phone starts blowing up after breakfast, but the Stealth knew better than to ignore it.
The Senior Investigators get testy when their Juniors ‘speaks out of turn’.
But anyway, after Sweetheart crosses over the living room to kiss Milo, they peer at the wooden crib where the Wolf Shifter is leaning against. Their four sons are napping soundly, tiny bodies huddling close. The sight never fails to melt the young parents’ hearts. In fact, Milo made sure to snap a few pictures after the two finally managed to rock the quadruplets to sleep once they had their fill during mealtime.
“You alright taking care of the kids alone?” Sweetheart whispers, making sure not to disturb their babies. They caress each of the boy’s cheeks, smiling softly when Ricky - their son in the purple onesie - unconsciously lean against their touch.
“Asher and his Mate offer to come over today. I’ll be sure to give them a call if I need help.” Milo assures them. While everyone in the Pack was excited when Milo and his Mate announced that they’d be having quadruplets, Asher was the one that looked forward to being an uncle the most. His enthusiasm and offers of babysitting duties are very much appreciated.
Sweetheart coo when one of their sons stirs and tucked the blanket tighter around him. The little one quickly returns to dreamland soon after. “Urgh, they look so cute like this! I wish I could just nap with our kids all day.”
“You want me to send a strongly worded e-mail to the Department for taking my Mate away from their Cubs on the weekend?” Milo asks half-teasingly. “Tell them to get their shit together in a professional tone?”
That earns a snort from the Stealth. That would be a pretty sight, seeing their husband verbally tear the higher-ups of D.U.M.P. on their behalf. Sweetheart entertains the thought for a while longer before they kiss Milo again. “As much as love to see that, I like my job when the Department manages to get their heads out of their collective asses once in a while. I’ll come home soon as I can, OK?”
And with that, Sweetheart bid goodbye to their family and left.
Now it’s just Milo, Aggro and his Cubs. Speaking of Aggro…
Milo smiles when the old cat struts into the living room to demand some head pets by brushing his tail around his ankles. He readily obliges like a good servant he is. “Hey, buddy, planning to keep us company?”
Aggro chirps in confirmation before he decides that he has enough pets. The cat then slinks away to make himself comfortable underneath the crib.
The house is quiet and pleasantly warm as Milo unwinds on the couch with a laptop. Since the Cubs won’t be waking up for another half an hour (hopefully), he decides to check his work schedule and some cooking channels on Youtube to pass the time. With the arrival of their children, parenthood came with wonderful perspectives and life lessons to Milo and his Mate.
For Milo, he desires to learn to be a better cook. It’s becoming a sort of tradition that the Greers would visit their Alpha’s home on Saturday for breakfast and a cookout. David and Angel enjoy having them and the babies around while Milo and Sweetheart nurture a strong bond between the children and their Alpha.
For Sweetheart, it’s the protective instinct that they previously had for Milo now extends to their children. God, it’s hot how his Mate would glare at the nosy Karens whenever the family went to the park.
Halfway through a baking video, one of the Cubs starts to whimper. Milo immediately pushed away his laptop and got up.
A sweet, chubby baby in a red onesie tearfully stares at Milo. At the sight of his father, the baby settles somewhat.
“I’m here, Riley. Daddy’s got you,” Milo assured his son in a soft tone. He gently brings the baby into his arms and rocks him to soothe his whimpers. “Daddy’s here, so no more bad dreams, OK? There we go… it’s alright. Everything’s alright.” Once Milo is sure that his son is nice and calm, he settles him on the carpeted floor and scatters some toys so Riley can amuse himself.
Milo watches as Riley blinks, somewhat dazed, as he looks around. He grabs a bunny plushie and just… stares at it. He and Sweetheart have noticed Riley’s odd habit of spacing out lately. Instead of playing or eating, their son would suddenly stop whatever he was doing and become unresponsive. The first time it happened, Sweetheart burst into tears while Milo was already calling his Ma to come over as quickly as possible. It was a frightening experience for everyone involved.
Except for Riley. Because apparently, they might have a Seer instead of a Wolf Shifter in their hands, judging from what Marie found through her connections.
“OK, so there’s no need to panic. Riley’s perfectly fine and healthy,” Marie said after ending the call with one of her Seer friends. Milo had a sleepy Riley pressed close to his chest while Sweetheart paced around the room during the tensed call. The rest of their babies are on the couch, watching the drama in fascination. “Apparently, Seers start developing their Magic at a very young age. When they’re staring off dramatically into the distance, that means they’re trying to see something in the future. Someone as young as Riley would be spacing out for only 4 to 5 minutes per day, and then he’ll be back in the present.”
Ever since that day, Milo and Sweetheart make sure to keep a closer eye on Riley whenever nothing seems to interest their son.
Milo crouches down to Riley’s eye level. His son’s blank stare met his.
He remembered Morgan. He remembered how a happy life isn’t a luxury that a Seer could have once they know how and when they would kick the bucket. How coveted they are because of their abilities. Will Riley be the same?
“I wonder what you’re seeing right now, hmm?” Milo murmurs, he’ll fight tooth and nail for his Cubs. He’ll make sure that Riley will look forward to the future instead of dreading it.
His gentle voice manages to coax his son out of his magical stupor. Riley blinks, and Milo’s heart soars when his son gives him a cute, gummy smile. He giggles when Milo quickly pecks his forehead and lets the boy bounce his plushie in peace while he attends to the rest of his rousing sons.
Milo loves scooping his children up in his arms - feeling their warmth and scent of milk washing over him. So soft and precious. He cuddles them a little longer before setting the three in front of Riley.
The one in a blue onesie, Ryan, lights up when he sees the toys around Riley. As the most bubbly of the bunch, he immediately crawls to play with his brother. The other two, Ricky and Ray, start babbling to one another, seemingly in a deep discussion of some sort. Ricky is a lot more animated, swinging his tiny fists around as if to emphasise a point while Ray, the grumpiest among his brothers, just grunts.
Milo and Sweetheart’s sons are only shy of two years old, but they are already very expressive of their personalities. The cheerful Ryan, the quiet Riley, the social Ricky and the moody Ray - the next generations of the Greer family.
While Milo putters around the kitchen to get ready for lunchtime, he keeps an eye on his sons playing in the living room. The moment Ricky tries to balance himself up by gripping onto the safely padded corners of the coffee table, Aggro is immediately on his paws. His son shrieks in delight when the cat leans his body against the baby to support the wobbling boy; Aggro is protective of the Cubs as his owners are. Meanwhile, Ryan, Riley and Ray are content to watch their brother attempts at walking.
“Bah!” Ricky cried when he fell. It startles the poor thing, but instead of bawling, Ricky shrieks in laughter. More so when Aggro begins licking his head. Riley and Ray exchange a glance while Ryan claps his hands in excitement as if applauding for his brother’s effort. All is well whenever the Cubs are together.
The day passes by without a hiccup and is filled with joy. It’s after Milo ushers his sons to play in the backyard once the sun begins to dip below did he receives a text from Sweetheart.
“Hey, Milo. Finally finished with the paperwork; how are you and the kids?”
Milo was just about to reply when he spotted Ryan and Ricky having a crawling competition around the backyard, shrieking and giggling all the way while Riley and Ray are staring at the swaying dandelions.
“Be careful, boys!” Milo calls out. He takes a quick picture of the scene and replies to his partner.
“Riley’s Magic acted up for a quick second when he woke, but it’s all good now. We just had lunch, and I took them out to the backyard to play.” He sends the text along with the picture.
Sweetheart answers back in less than ten minutes.
“Aww, they look so cute! Do you need me to pick anything up before coming home?”
“Nah. Just drive back safely, alright, Sweetheart? We can start on dinner together with the boys once you’re back.”
The amazing and beautiful Moon_Bee🌙 over at Discord actually drew the Greer Cubs as teenagers! Where would I be without you, Sweetheart? Anyway, it was fun discussing their headcanons with her!
NCT DREAM—and little things they’d do as your boyfriend
MARK would be the type of boyfriend to help you with your homework, be it maths, physics or chemistry. He’d be the first person to call you and ask how your presentation went and bring you out to celebrate on the days you ace your tests. Mark would definitely boast about how his s/o was the smartest out of the two of you in the relationship.
His leo pride might not allow him to express that out loud (especially to someone like donghuck) but with you he feels like it’s worth his pride and a lot more
When you catch a cold, RENJUN somehow knows. It’s like a psychic thing, except less magic-y and more of a, as he likes to call it, a soulmate thing. Renjun goes full on Nanny McPhee mode when he realises you feel even the slightest bit under the weather. You want hot soup? Got it. Feel like lighting the candles? On it too. Need to get groceries for the week? Consider it done
He’s got a knack for taking care of you to the point where you’ve got to tell the man to relax. I doubt he’ll listen, but it’s worth the try (>_>)
JENO and his love for your thighs are unmatched. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was adamant on getting his drivers license just because you once said it was cute how guys rest their hand on their girlfriends thigh while driving. On normals days, wherever you guys are, he’s got his hand on your thigh. Chenle’s called jeno out during their night out with the guys, realisation dawning upon him. “I do that? Me? Jeno Lee? Are you sure though…”
If anything, it becomes a more noticeable occurrence after that revelation. You’ve got chenle to thank for that by the way(^_-)‼︎
HAECHAN always always always makes a playlist for your trips together. And they’re oddly specific too! It varies from “Saturday morning run with the loml” to “songs for when I want to imagine a future where her and I wake up Christmas morning to the sound of Ricky Nelson playing in the background and our kids and Doberman puppy are waiting to open their presents,”. Like I said, incredibly oddly specific.
He’d never tell you this, but once when he was making a playlist for when the two of you wanted to repaint the dorm door, he got a storage limitation warning. He had to unfortunately delete videos from his ‘Renjun blackmailing material’ album. It’s okay though! You humming to the music he picked is enough compensation for it╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
JAEMIN and his infatuation with your hair is at times…. Concerning. No matter what you’re doing, if you’re at arms reach, you bet his finger is curled around one strand of your hair. He’s even made an initiative to learn more braids. Because to him, “the basic braid doesn’t do justice to your hair!(・Д・)ノ”
You couldn’t lie though, his fingers could work wonders. The pressure he put into soothing your scalp after a long day of classes did more to ease your body than any herbal tea or mediation technique. You’d sometimes joke about how he might’ve been a hairdresser in his past life to which he replied with a simple chuckle and a shake of the head. “I’m doing it as practice for when we have a daughter,” he wants to say, but he stops himself. You’ll know one day.
Everyone paints CHENLE as this very materialistic guy, but to me I feel like he’d be the type to view sentimental value above all else when it comes to his significant other. That is, if he’s comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you. One way of doing this, as odd as it sounds, is sending you memes and adding a text saying “us” or “u lol” under it. Don’t be fooled though! It’s not cliche stock photo couple memes.
He views you as his best friend. So of course he’s gonna consistently send you posts he finds on instagram. Though the frequency of these posts have increased tenfold, he blames it on everything conveniently reminding him of you. Who’s gonna tell him….
At the beginning of your relationship, JISUNG was always a nervous wreck. This would result in his hands getting all clammy and wet. It frustrated him to no end. He had finally built up the courage to hold hands with you but somehow god just found a way to intervene. So instead, he made a bold move to place his hand on your shoulder.
This made it all the more easier for him to steer you into the further part of the walkway from the road. He sees you as someone he has to protect. So naturally, he finds himself subconsciously placing his arms over your shoulder, no matter where you guys are.
Just like momma | Arvin Russell fic
Summary: The Russell boy with the bad reputation is completely smitten with the girl who’s just as angel-like as everyone remembers his momma to be.
Word count - 3,435
Warnings - language
“Arvin, stop being silly,” you huffed. He’d been going on the entire car ride about how if you didn’t like the food his Grandma was cooking then all you had to do was say. He’d already made the offer of taking you to a diner after you left to give you a ‘nicer’ meal. “I love Emma’s food, a lot of people do. There’s nothing better than a home cooked meal.”
The car finally came to a stop, Arvin leaping out and rushing around to your side so he could be a gentleman before you could even put your hand on the car door.
He threw his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple with a lingering smirk on his lips.
“I could name a few things,” he muttered in response to your earlier comment. You slapped his chest scoldingly, telling him not to be so mean to the woman that raised him. “‘m just kidding, baby.”
You rolled your eyes, letting him pull you closer to his chest to press kisses onto the top of your head. You wouldn’t admit it to him but you did enjoy being engulfed in his intoxicating scent.
“I guess I should say g’bye now,” he said, pulling you out of your daze. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking up at your boyfriend. He motioned with his hand to the small redhead who was running over to you, already beaming at the sight of her older brother’s girlfriend who she adored.
“Y/N!” the girl yelled, taking your hand and already stealing you away from her brother. Arvin huffed playfully, catching your eye as you were pulled over to the group of girls playing on the patch of grass opposite the Russell’s lawn.
He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders at you as you mouthed the words help me. This happened more or less every time you came over to Arvin’s home.
It’s not that you didn’t adore the eight year old, you did, but you came to spend time with all of Arvin’s family for a change.
The boy now had to go find something else to do to entertain himself while you were immersed in the world of pretend with a group of eight year olds.
He headed inside the house to the kitchen where he could already smell his grandma’s cooking, emerging in the room with a wave to his Uncle. He placed a kiss on Emma’s head as a greeting. “Hey, Grandma.”
“Hi, sweetheart.” Barely even a minute inside and she already had him setting the table for the five of them for dinner, Earskell laughing at the boy who almost had a pouty face.
He laid down the plates in the seats you all normally sat in, moving next to take the cutlery off of his Grandma.
“Where’s that pretty lady of yours?” his Uncle asked, noticing Arvin’s solo entrance that was usually accompanied by you.
“Nora’s got her again.” He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head like he didn’t expect any less from the child. Just like Arvin was used to it, so were all of the Russells, Lenora barely let an hour go by without bringing you up at least once in the house, especially if she hadn’t seen you for a while.
He kept sending longing looks out of the windows, looking at you and the way your skirt flowed in the wind as you chased Lenora around the grass.
Emma noticed, laughing quietly to herself.
“Go on,” she sighed, shooing him out of the door to go and save you from his minx of a sister. He did just that, rushing outside until he was by the steps of the porch. Arvin didn’t want to interrupt yet, wanting to spend a few minutes admiring you as you laughed with the group of girls. He thought you looked so pretty when you laughed, especially with the way the sunlight beamed onto your face, and the way the wind blew your hair away from your face to give him a better view, almost like it was doing it for him.
He didn’t know how long he was just there watching you with that same dumb, crooked smile on his face the entire time, but it was long enough for his Grandma to come outside with an update on dinner.
“She’s just like your momma,” Emma whispered, leaning against the doorframe, a little way behind Arvin. His big brown eyes, the ones that still resembled that little boy she remembers like yesterday, stared at her so softly.
“Really?” he asked. “I don’t really remember her.”
He sounded so sad, and it made Emma’s heart ache. She walked towards him, holding her arms out to engulf the boy in a hug. He was happy to let her, her head resting on his shoulder lovingly.
“She’s so kind, so pure.” The male couldn’t help but smile a little bit, holding the older woman’s hand against his heart while he watched you play with his younger sister.
Arvin wasn’t shy when it came to admiring you, every chance he could get his eyes on you he would. Emma found it so heartwarming to see, the boy so outwardly showing you this love and affection that had been built up inside of him since he was a child himself.
“I like her Arvy. Think she’s the perfect girl for you.”
Hearing those words from one of the most important people in his life felt like everything fell into place for him. You truly were the woman he was in love with, and he may be young but he couldn’t picture ever loving anyone as much as he did you.
His Grandma placed a kiss on his cheek, patting his arm as she turned to walk away. “Dinner’s in ten, make sure you get them both inside on time, mister.” Emma left him alone after that, heading back inside to continue her cooking.
Arvin still hadn’t taken his eyes off of you, and he wasn’t even sure he could wipe that lovesick smile off of his face.
You could feel his gaze basically burning holes into the side of your head, turning your face away from the sun to lock eyes with the pretty boy.
You flashed him a smile that made his knees weak, a blush blossoming on the apples of his cheeks.
You excused yourself from the group of girls for just a few minutes to go and see what your boyfriend wanted, jogging up the path until you were almost in his reach.
“Hi,” you mumbled, pecking his lips cheerfully. His hands drifted to the middle of your back, holding you near him so you couldn’t run away too quickly, he just wanted to hold you for a little while.
“Grandma says dinner’s in ten. Should probably start heading inside, get cleaned up,” he said. You hummed, resting your head on his chest. His large hand rubbed up and down your back, his lips finding refuge on your forehead.
“You get Lenora, I’ll help Emma?” you bargained, feeling as though you’d only get roped back into playing with the girls if you went back there.
“What if I say no?” he hummed, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a teasing smirk. You scoffed, pulling back from his warm chest to look into those even warmer eyes.
“I mean, I could always go have dinner at Gene Dinw-“ Arvin cut you off by pressing his lips onto yours before you could even finish the guys name. You laughed into the kiss, the lovely sound making Arvin break into a grin himself.
“I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” he rambled, giving you one last kiss before he walked past you and over to his sister. After the first few times she ignored his calls he gave up trying, choosing instead to throw her over his shoulder and carry her inside himself.
You rolled your eyes at how immature he was, heading inside with an amused smile. You greeted Emma with a hug and Arvin’s Uncle with a smile, helping to dish out her cooking onto everyone’s plates.
“Arvin! Put me down,” Lenora whined, kicking her legs frantically. There was a chorus of laughs as Arvin made a rather grand entrance with the girl wiggling around on his shoulder. Your heart soared at the warm smile on his face that he always refused to show.
He let the girl back down onto her feet, receiving a scolding hit from her in response. You giggled as you watched catching your boyfriend’s eye.
“What are you giggling at, pretty girl?” You squealed as his hands grabbed your hips, pulling your back into his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his lips meeting your cheek once before he pulled away and took his seat at the table. You pulled the cap from his head, placing it beside him on the table so he looked more presentable, messing up his hair while you were at it.
He grabbed your hand to stop you, planting a kiss onto your palm as you sat down in the seat beside him.
“Now, who wants to say the Lord’s prayer?” Emma asked. You saw Arvin roll his eyes, but a swift kick to the shin underneath the table was enough to have him quietly apologising.
“I think Arvin would,” you said, grinning widely at the boy who looked at you as if you’d just stabbed him in the back.
“I’ll get you back for that.”
Emma gave you all a break between dinner and dessert, shooing you out of the kitchen so she could focus without Arvin constantly trying to pick at her cake mixture.
“Will you two get outta here,” she said, slapping away Arvin’s greedy hand once again. You chuckled, tugging your boyfriend away from his poor Grandma, letting her cook in peace.
“D’you wanna dance with me, darlin’,” he asked, motioning to the old, beat up record player they had. You didn’t know why Arvin was suddenly in such a good mood but you weren’t complaining. You pretended to think about it for a second, trying to hold back the smile that wanted to take over your face.
“I should really be helpin’ Emma.” He didn’t listen at all. He fiddled with one of the records, hiding it with his body so you couldn’t see the name, letting it be a surprise to you.
The sweet sounds of Lonesome Town played through the record player, filling the room with the soft voice of Ricky Nelson. Arvin looked over his shoulder with an inviting smirk settled on his lips, holding his hands out to you with a teasing shake of his hips to the beat.
You snorted, shaking your head at his sudden goofy persona. “C’mere pretty darlin’, dance with me.”
There was no way you could resist, slipping your hands into Arvin’s much larger ones. The boy pulled you into his chest, his hands laying respectively on your waist while your own snaked around his neck and weaved into the mess of hair at the nape of his neck.
Neither of you really knew how to dance, so you took to simply swaying in time to the music, your foreheads resting against each other. You could hear Arvin faintly singing along under his breath, your heart swelling at this vulnerability he was showing you.
“You ready?” he asked. You furrowed your eyebrows, your question answered before you could even ask.
You let out a loud squeal as he dipped you, holding onto you tightly so you knew he wouldn’t drop you. He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips before helping you back up to your previous stance, noses almost brushing from your close proximity.
“Almost gave a damn heart attack, Arv,” you scolded. He still had that boyish grin on his face that you wanted to wipe off. With a few pokes of his fingers to your ribs though you were laughing along with him, rolling your eyes at your immature boyfriend.
The song finished too quickly for your liking, leaving the sounds of your laughter to fill the room instead.
This was your favourite kind of moment to share with your boyfriend, those romantic gestures that no one would ever expect from the towns ‘bad boy’ Russell boy. They were the ones you held closest to your heart.
Emma’s heart was warm as she watched you both dance in her living room from where she was cleaning up in the kitchen. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen her Grandson this happy.
“What’re you two doin’?” you heard Lenora’s curious voice before you saw her, seeing the small red haired girl peak her head out from behind her older brother.
You grinned, thinking this could be your opportunity to escape Arvin and go help Emma for a little bit, feeling bad that she’d been doing everything on her own.
“Why don’ you dance with Arvin, hunny?” you asked. He shot you a look, a small frown on his lips as the boy had the idea he was going to get to keep dancing with you, just to another song.
“Y/N,” he tried. You shook your head, watching as Lenora picked out one of the few records on the counter. He sucked it up rather than throwing a tantrum that was unnecessary.
“Arvin I, I don’t know how to dance,” she admitted, looking at her brother shyly. He still smiled down at her, guiding her feet to stand on his shoes, showing that he was going to guide her.
“That boy is completely smitten with you,” Emma whispered, flashing you a smile when she saw the way you got all shy, trying to deny her obvious statement. “And by the looks of it, it’s a two way thing.”
“Crap, look at the time,” you whined, glancing at the clock that rested in the living room. It was much too late for you to be out away from home, your parents were going to kill you. “I should be headin’ home.”
The tired Arvin who you’d been leaning on beside you let out a grunt of protest, pulling you impossibly closer to his body. His grip tightened and you were sure he wouldn’t be letting you go anywhere tonight.
“Jus’ stay, your folks won’t mind.”
It was deeply tempting, his fingers running through your hair and his warm body cuddling yours, you didn’t really want to move at all.
You hummed. “I can’t, not again.”
“Yes you can.”
It was clear that Arvin wasn’t going to budge, so you gave in, accepting that you’d get yelled at by your momma tomorrow. The couch beneath you was growing uncomfortable though, so you were about to insist if you stay, you’re staying in his bed with him.
“Arvin?” you asked, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. He whispered a tired ‘yeah’, prompting you to continue. “Can we at least head to bed?”
He sighed, practically forcing his eyes open. The boy took a few minutes to regain himself and his surroundings before he actually gave you an answer to your question. “Yeah, come on.”
Like the gentleman that he is, he helped you up from your comfy position, making sure you were stable on your feet before he let go of you in any way.
His eyes landed on his younger sister who was pretty much passed out not too far away. You chuckled to yourself, noting how peaceful she looked, something you rarely got a lot of in Knockemstiff.
“You head on in, I've got her,” he promised, carefully lifting the child into his arms. You nodded your head, placing a kiss on top of Lenora’s head. “Goodnight sweetheart.”
You were off to Arvin’s room without another word, your tired body craving the boy’s soft, warm bed. It might not have been the biggest bed in the world but that meant you two had to cuddle even closer together to fit, and you loved it.
Lenora’s room was the closest to the living room so within minutes Arvin was tucking her into her bed. He sat down beside her on the bed when he noticed her eyes fluttering open, knowing the girl was gonna need at least some conversation for her to fall back to sleep.
“Arvy?” He hummed quietly, nuzzling his nose against the side of her head affectionately. “I wanna be like Y/N when I grow up.”
He felt his heart swell, looking at the girl like she’d just given him the world. It truly did mean the world to him that she loved you so much, because he completely adored you.
“Then you’ll be a great woman, Nora.” He could gush about you any day of the week, choosing to keep it short this time for the sake of the sleepy girl.
“She’s gonna be a good momma some day.” Her words managed to catch him off guard, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “What d’you mean by that?” She yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.
“If you two ever have any babies, she’s gonna be such a good momma, just like your momma.” Arvin’s heart ached at the words coming out of his sister’s mouth. How did she know anything about Arvin’s mom? But he also blushed a little at the mention of the two of you having babies together.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before, but picturing a tiny you and him made him feel all giddy and nervous inside.
“Like my momma?” he questioned.
“Grandma talks about her all the time, she sounds perfect,” she explained. He smiled softly, short images of the bits of his old family he could remember.
“Yeah, she was,” he trailed off. He knew he’d get emotional if he continued on talking about her, so he decided to quickly put a stop to it and let Lenora head to sleep.
“Get some sleep,” he said, placing a kiss on top of her head. He made sure the blankets were tucked right underneath her chin so she wouldn’t get cold before he turned off her lamp.
“G’night Nora.” He pushed himself up off of her bed and started heading to the door. “Goodnight Arvin.”
On his way to his room he did one check on his Grandma, making sure she didn’t need anything, before he headed straight for you.
He could see you already tucked up comfortably in his bed, assuming you’d taken the liberty to change into some of his clothes before you did so.
“What took you so long?” you whined, missing your boyfriend’s warmth. He grinned to himself, pulling his shirt off of his body.
“Was jus’ talkin’ to Nora for a little bit,” he said, slipping on a plain white shirt in place of his other one. You hummed, watching as he walked around the small room doing various things. It felt as though he was trying to avoid getting in his bed and you were growing impatient.
“Well hurry, I miss you.”
He chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully as he pulled back the covers. “You just saw me, darlin’.” You groaned, burying your head in his chest when you could, your arms snaking around his torso to hold him as close as possible to you.
“‘s not very nice.” This time it was you rolling your eyes. The idea of sleep began to seem more and more appealing to you, letting your eyes flutter shut as any chatter between you and Arvin died down.
It was quiet for a little while, the whole was dead quiet, and Arvin didn’t know if you were asleep or awake as he traced small circles and patterns on your hip with his thumb.
“I love you, Y/N, so damn much. D’you know that?” Your head was tucked under his chin, allowing you to press a chaste kiss to the skin of his neck, a sign that you were still awake; but barely.
“I do,” you said, breath fanning over his warm skin. You felt his hand glide up until his fingers were threading through your hair, the boy planting a kiss on your hairline. “I love you too, Arvin.”
He waited for you to fall asleep after that, he always waited for you to fall asleep. There was something about knowing you were completely calm and safe that relaxed him.
He felt how your breathing was much more even and your body basically melted into him, all signs that you were out for the night. “Sweet dreams, darlin’.”
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rocks at your window - ricky bowen x reader
disclaimer: as with all nsfw/smutty/steamy works, all characters are aged up to 18+ (ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year)
!! fic and warnings contain spoilers for s1e4 of hsmtmts!!
genre: angst to comfort, fluffy smut
pairing: ricky bowen x (fem anatomy reader)
au: sorta kinda friends with benefits??? idk man just comfort sex
word count: 3k
warnings: uh m/f sex, fingering, affectionate use of the word groping, mentions of divorce, mentions of a mom leaving, mentions of a dad having left a while ago and being a douche, light swearing, brief mentions of almost backsliding to an ex, hooking up (consentually) during an emotional crisis sort of, a condom is used, reader has been through some shit and is good in an emotional crisis, reader has stuffed animals on their bed, discussions of healthy coping mechanisms, a vaporwave mix is mentioned, few uses of the word clit, I think that's it???
description: After the shittiest day ever, Ricky just needs some comfort. Stability. Somewhere cozy and comfortable and nonjudgemental with someone who makes his heart race. He finds solace in your bedroom in the middle of the night.
a/n: a couple things: I couldn't find a good fake text app and the only functional one I found was for fake facebook messanger posts so we're all going to politely pretend it's imessage
also it didn't come up but I imagine reader is playing sharpay
reader is also adhd coded but that's optional lmao
also,, the whole symphony/orchestra thing at the end is a metaphor for his feelios @ you
A few minutes after you send Ricky your address, he texts you again, letting you know he’s here. Normally, you wouldn’t invite someone over to your house in the middle of the night, but after how weird he was at rehearsal and how cryptic he’s been today, you’re kind of worried about him. You know tone is hard to convey through text, but he didn’t sound like himself when he texted you.
You usher him in, locking the door behind you.
“Hey,” you say quietly, hoping to gauge how he’s doing.
“Hi.” he sets his skateboard and helmet down in the foyer, and you bring him upstairs to your room. Sitting backwards on your desk chair, spinning gently from side to side, you pick at some gummy candies.
“So, what’s up?” you ask, careful of your tone. You’ve been through some shit before, and the worst feeling is when people can’t be normal around you. It doesn’t matter what’s going on with Ricky, you’re not going to let him feel like that.
“Uh,” he starts, looking around and scratching the back of his neck, “so…” He paces around a little, struggling to get the words out.
“Bad day?” you prompt, hoping to make it a little easier for him to start talking.
“Yeah. You’re probably wondering why I’ve been…” He trails off again.
“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, dude.” he looks up at you, a little surprised, and you continue, “We can talk if you want to talk, we can watch a show or something if you want to be distracted, or you can just hang here for a while. If you need to stay here tonight, you can - no questions asked.”
He processes what you said, and seems comforted. You’re relieved what you said had the intended effect.
“Oh,” you stand up, walking toward your closet, “I have some pajamas if you want to borrow.” you pull out some clothes, laying them in front of him on your bed.
“Sweatpants… loose tees… hoodies, and… fuzzy socks. You can grab whatever looks comfy.”
You swivel around to your desk, putting away supplies from a project you’d been working on earlier.
“...Thanks. I can just sleep on the floor,” he trails off, clearly starting to feel worse.
“Oh yeah, you can crash wherever.” you motion to the piles of pillows, blankets, and various stuffed animals on your bed, “On the bed, floor, or- oh!”
You stand up, walking across the room.
“I’ve never shown anyone this, but…” you throw open both of your closet doors and point inside, “I have a nap hole in my closet. It’s really cozy.”
He lets out one of those teary laughs you only have when something really bad has happened.
“Thanks,” he says again. You notice he has some clothes in his hands, and you point to another door.
“My bathroom’s over there if you want to change.” He enters, and you turn on your star projector lamp, and the fairy lights around your bed for some comfy, soft lighting.
By the time he comes back out, you’re sitting curled up in bed under heavy blankets, scrolling through netflix. He hesitantly sits next to you, and you pull some blankets over for him.
“Thanks for letting me stay here.”
“Of course dude,” you say, “it’s been way too long since I had a sleepover.” You both laugh a little.
“Oh, snacks, capri suns, and those starbucks coffee bottles are over there if you’re hungry.” You point to your snack drawers, a four pack of starbucks bottles sitting on top.
He thanks you again, and a title on the screen catches your eye.
“Oh my god! They have Back at the Barnyard on here?”
“Yeah, do you remember that? I thought that whole thing was a fever dream…” You scroll through the episodes, laughing at the nostalgia and summaries.
“I remember that one,” Ricky says.
“Oh that one was so funny,” you agree, playing it. You watch in comfortable silence together, and throughout the course of the episode, you can feel him relax more. You’re glad he seems to be feeling better. Half way through the next episode, he starts to talk.
“I… tried to kiss Nini again.”
“Oh, yeah?” you ask, slight worry in your voice. You know a little about their history - everyone at school does at this point.
“I don’t know, I just… I needed something to be normal, and I thought we were having a moment, so I leaned in and she turned away, then I ran away for like, the third time in one night.”
“Christ,” you muse in sympathy.
“I know! I left Nini’s, I left Big Red’s… I didn’t know where I was going to stay tonight. Third time’s the charm, I guess.”
You agree, and he continues a moment later.
“I just don’t want to do anymore big emotional talks today. Miss Jen pulled me aside after rehearsal and told me about how her parents split up when she was a kid, trying to relate to me because my parents are splitting up; like, for real this time. And I thought - I stupidly thought - that my mom had flown home to tell us we were all moving to chicago or something, and they just ambushed me right before rehearsal and fed me all this bullshit about how nothing’s going to change, and they still love me, but everything’s already changed! Everything feels different already, and…”
His throat is tight. He tries to catch his breath before continuing, tears starting to spill.
“I’m… so scared. I’m really scared, and I feel like I can’t talk to them, because my dad lost his wife, and my mom left her husband, and… I don’t know where I fit into all this. I don’t know how I’m supposed to process this.”
Somewhere along the line he had leaned into you, your arm around him, lightly rubbing soothing circles on his back. His head is on your shoulder, tears darkening your shirt.
“I mean…” you start, “You’re allowed to feel lost. Everything you know has just shifted really drastically, you need some time to adjust. When my dad left - granted, it was a different situation, he was a huge douche - for the first little while all I could do was watch friends, and drink cold brew, and listen to this one vaporwave mix. It didn’t magically fix my problems, but having a routine - just a small one that made me feel better in the short term - got me through that first wave.”
Your voice is so soothing, and he can smell your body spray - mango and pineapples and some kind of flower. He never realized what a comforting presence you have, but now he feels like he could melt into your soft frame and warm bed. Your hands run through his hair, and you continue.
“I think, at least for the time being, you should just give yourself permission to do whatever makes you feel better. As long as it’s not like, self destructive, you know?” Your voice tapers off, losing focus as he presses his lips to your skin. You tilt your head, giving him access to your neck. He kisses up your neck, hand moving to your waist. Gaining momentum, he climbs on top of you, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
He’s looking at you so intensely, eyes somehow simultaneously laser focused and clouded with lust. His face is so close to yours, eyes fluttering half shut.
“Is… does this count as self destructive?” he murmurs softly, heart beating hard in his chest. You shake your head.
“No,” you breathe, “it doesn’t.”
You bring your lips closer to his, almost brushing, and let him close the distance. Needing more of your touch, his hands trail all over you, and you’re suddenly very aware of your body. Your skin seems to light up wherever he touches, an electric, tingling heat consuming your core. He deepens the kiss, tongue sliding past your lips, and your hands seem to float up to his back. He centers himself between your legs, and you feel him harden against your soft heat.
Your nails trace up and down his back, catching the hem of his shirt, fingertips slipping below the fabric. He gently starts to roll his hips into yours, kisses feverish and open mouthed, and you roll yours to match. He moans into your mouth, hips pushing into yours firmly and perfectly. You bite back a moan.
He pushes himself off of you, and a stab of panic courses through you until you see him pull off his shirt, then dive back in, lips on yours again in moments. Every roll of your hips, every cute little sigh, every gentle tug on his hair gets him more invested in you. Everything you do makes him want to make you do it more. His free hand comes up past your head, pinning you softly to your bed.
His hand slips below the waistband of your bottoms, rubbing slow, firm circles into your hip, inching towards your core. He traces the lacey texture of your underwear and you silently thank your past self for choosing a cute pair today.
He traces up your pelvic bone, fingertips feather light over the junction of your hip and thigh, sending a shiver up your spine. He smiles into the kiss, moving back down to your neck.
He finds the spot on your neck that makes your eyes flutter closed, and simultaneously starts licking and sucking your neck, and slips his hands past the lacy fabric, now tracing those gentle circles over your clit.
You feel like your brain is going haywire trying to focus fully on every sensation at once. This feeling amplifies as you feel his hand trace down, slipping a finger into your entrance.
“Oh,” you breathe, smiling, one hand holding him firmly and the other playing idly with his hair. His pace is slow - motivated and intentional.
Subconsciously rocking along to the pace of his hand, and hips rutting against your thigh, you begin to get lost in the rhythm. He slips in another finger, the stretch and sensation amplifying. You feel more amazing than he could have imagined; wet textured walls taking firm hold of his fingers.
Shortly after, you start to tug at the waistband of his pants. He pulls out of you, shimmying out of his sweatpants and boxers. You take the opportunity to pull off your top, and remove your pj bottoms the rest of the way. He looks back down at you, and stills, taking in your form.
“Woah,” he breathes. You fight back a flustered giggle, looking away embarrassed.
He watches you as you roll over, reaching for something in the back of your nightstand drawer. You fumble with the little foil packet, unable to rip it open. A smile starts at the corners of his mouth as he stares, enamored with you. He’s never looked at anyone like that before.
“Let me try,” he says quietly, both of you giggling. He finally rips open the weirdly strong foil wrapper.
You reach forward, pinching the air out of the bubbled tip, and put it on him. Another wave of that strange, warm feeling he’s never felt before tonight floods his chest and stomach. He’s a little surprised, pleasantly so, at the closeness of the gesture.
He’s brought back from the feeling when you reposition yourself, leaning back, ready for him. He climbs on top of you, propped up with one arm, lining himself up with the other. He gently slips in the tip and you sigh, burying your face in his neck.
Right here, like this with you, Ricky feels way better than he has in a long time. Like, a really long time. You hold him tighter as he inches in with gentle thrusts. Soon he’s found a good rhythm, face buried in your neck, hand gripping your thigh. You’re clamped down on him, textured walls squeezing his length perfectly. The blissful friction floods your nervous systems, lighting you up like New York city. The solidity of his thrusts gives a heavy resistance that feels like it moves all of your insides. You suddenly have a newfound appreciation for the phrase ‘getting your guts rearranged’.
One of his hands makes its way to your chest, adamantly groping you, and he groans into your neck. Your nails drag down his back, just enough for him to feel it. He lets out a breathy “fuck,” as he hits the perfect spot and you clamp tighter around him. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, sprinkling warm kisses up to his ear. You softly mutter things you’re really glad only he can hear. He lets out a muffled moan, pace speeding up slightly in confirmation that what you said was effective.
Soon, his hand is back on your clit, tracing those same circles more firmly than ever. He finds the spot that makes your hips jerk, and focuses his attention right there. You feel it seconds before it happens; sensations build up, and you’re blinded by solid euphoria. You convulse involuntarily, trying not to bite his shoulder too hard to drown out the inevitable moans spilling from your throat.
One sentiment is repeating continuously in Ricky’s mind: that was so fucking hot. He tries to convey this to you, but before he can, it’s his turn to bite your shoulder to muffle his moans. His hips rut and spasm into your sensitive clit, pulsing walls amplifying the sensation. The same solid pleasure reaches every corner of his head and body, eventually fizzling out like a sparkler.
He pants, nerves still kinetic, heart beating hard. You scooch into a sitting position as he ties off the condom, handing him a couple tissues to throw it away in.
“One sec,” you whisper, getting up and walking carefully over to the wet wipes you keep with your makeup. You hand him a couple to clean up, then do the same yourself. He watches you pull your shirt and underwear back on, realizing he should do the same. You grab a couple water bottles and hand him one.
He’s still looking at you.
He lets out a breathy laugh.
“Oh yeah,” you agree, once again too flustered for eye contact, “very.”
The notes you’ve played on his heartstrings start to play again. This time, instead of individual, sporadic notes, they begin to play closer and closer together.
“Uh, no I wasn’t. But thanks for checking, Netflix,” you remark in response to the ‘are you still watching’ pop up. You start playing one of those relaxing british cooking shows, then sit next to him on your bed. You pull back your hair, still warm from before.
“I dunno about you, but I’m wiped,” you muse, flopping backwards, voice groggy. You turn your head to him, and continue, “do you want to go to bed yet?”
Go to bed. With you. Cuddle up next to you, hold you close to him for the rest of the night. He blinks a couple times, both tired and surprised at how much he does want that.
“Yeah,” he says, “I do.”
You lift up the blankets. He gets settled down, stretching his arm out. His chest swells when you scooch closer, resting your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you, not really wanting to fall asleep in spite of how tired he is. He doesn’t want to sleep through this.
He realizes those notes you had struck that were beginning to build up and overlap have now become a symphony, an orchestra so loud he can feel the vibrations and layers of the music through the floorboards. It’s complicated and enthralling and beautiful, and he doesn’t ever want it to stop. He doesn’t want it to change.
He doesn’t want morning to come.
Realizing you fell asleep because you find yourself waking up at a completely different time can be frustrating, to say the least.
Ricky slept so deep and so heavy, he doesn’t have any sense of reality or context for a few moments. It’s a nice few moments. You stir in his arms, and his eyes fly open, blinking.
It’s not a dream. Not some vivid fantasy he’d constructed in his mind. He blinks a few times, still waking up. He looks down at you before he can brace himself.
You’re still asleep, backlit by the early morning sunlight streaming through your curtains, giving you an ethereal glow. He doesn’t move, not wanting to wake you up. Panicky nerves start to flare up in his chest and stomach, but as he slowly wakes up, taking in every detail of your sleeping form, that symphony from last night begins to play again. Note by note, it all comes together.
A little while later you roll over, finally waking up. You flip onto your back and check your phone for the time. You look over at him.
“Hi,” you say sleepily.
“Hey,” he says, and you smile at how groggy he sounds. You scowl at the time, then look back at him.
“We have rehearsal today,” you say, disgruntled, and curl up into his side. “Can’t we just sleep more?” you ask, knowing the answer. Your hand on his stomach, face nuzzled into his chest, neither of you want to move ever again. Everything you do makes the orchestra play louder and louder.
Yeah, no. This feeling isn’t going anywhere.
So I just noticed something with the 1.06 (fight on stage) and 2.10 (risotto date plans) Portwell parallel and I need to fangirl some more over them (what's new?🙄🤣) 🤷🏽♀️
First off, I'm never getting over the fact EJ asked Gina out in the exact same spot they had their last fight (and the very fact the writers even chose to parallel that 😭🥰). Now, let me draw your attention to what I noticed:
See the background in both scenes? In 1.06, when EJ goes to confront Gina about “what changed” b/t HoCo and picture day (and why she’s backing outta their Wonderstudies plan), behind EJ, you can see the curtains partially drawn, somewhat covering the stage. Behind Gina in that scene, you can see a ladder, which I think is meant to signify her working on herself b/c in that very moment she admits “everything” had changed for her b/c she and Ricky are becoming friends and Gina’s allowing the other Wildcats to become her friends too. 😊 Gina’s starting to open up to the possibility of making friends in 1.06, so the ladder sorta marks her progress for the start of her growth. For EJ in that same scene, the curtain being partially drawn shows he’s not quite prepared to open up to everyone just yet. He still thinks he needs to “play to win” and that feeling like he had to get something was the same thing as wanting it. Interestingly, in the wide shot of Gina and EJ in the 1.06 gif (when they turn to Carlos) you can see exposed beams and the other workings of constructing the set. That very much seems to me that in the moment, both Gina and EJ are a work in progress! 😙
In 2.10, while EJ is asking Gina out for their risotto date, I noticed it seems to be an open stage, with the curtains drawn back (or at least not clearly in sight)🧐. Gina and EJ are being completely vulnerable with each other in this moment and are taking a chance, at the risk of getting hurt, b/c it’s worth it for them. For EJ, she was worth the risk of “getting rejected” again. For Gina, he was worth the risk of “misreading the signs” again. I think the open stage in 2.10, that seems mostly bare, as opposed to the 1.06 scene, signifies Portwell baring their hearts to each other. Plus, they even have purple stage lights set in the background to add to the vulnerability and softness (and romantic setting) of that scene! 🥰💜
They coulda had both scenes play out in any setting (esp having EJ ask Gina out. Could've happened anywhere) but the show chose to have the PW fight and asking out scene happen on-stage. 🤔 Given Gina and EJ are theater kids who are used to playing the lead/being the center of attention, I get the feeling they've spent most of their lives living for the stage, metaphorically and literally. What I mean is, usually they're used to playing a role when on stage or keeping up a certain image, but this time they are just genuinely themselves, more so in the 2.10 scene. 🤗 One last thing, as is the case with many Portwell parallels, I love that these scenes highlight a significant change and positive progress for both EJ's and Gina's characters, and their relationship. 😭💖💜💙
Could you give me some happy headcanons or whatnot about you d2 victors if you can please? I had surgery not too long ago and I desperately need something to cheer me up.
Petra had never successfully made a snowman before coming to the VV (her brothers were the “smash everything gleefully” type, and the centre didn’t exactly have the time); when Devon finds out about this he takes her out. They don’t make snow victors (Petra hasn’t loosened up enough for that) but they do make a snow fort in the yard and hang out. Brutus joins them even though it itches a weird, buried memory in the back of his mind he’s not going to chase
Nero uses Calli's cats as a weighted blanket, he will lie down on the couch and they pile on top of him because he's warm and solid (obviously Calli is their favourite but she does not have enough surface area for all of them). This is good therapy on bad days. Misha loves the cats but she can't sit still long enough, so she is the playtime buddy, not the cuddle buddy
after the war when Selene (eventually) reconnects with her family she brings Claudius with her, and Kit gloms onto him because he's SO COOL. Claudius is very weirded out about this because ... well, he killed kids, didn't he? that was kind of a very significant thing that happened, and he spent a lot of time being reminded of that. the kids in detox don't care but Kit's a civilian, his parents are civilians, Selene's mother opposed her going into the program, doesn't she have a problem with it???? Finally it bugs him enough to bring it up with Julia. Julia: .... do you intend on killing my son? Claudius: What? No! Julia: Well then :) Kit: CLAUDIUS I WANT A PIGGYBACK RIDE (Claudius has no idea how this weird prickly family seems to be the only people in the country who think he's cute and cuddly but .......... ok??????? Eibhlin thinks they have taste)
in case I never mentioned it, Brin does not die after being captured, though she and her squad were tortured and one of them didn't make it out. She escapes during the war, hides out, and afterward and she and Marius eventually reconnect, awkwardly. He brings them around the VV one time (why not, everyone should get the privilege) and Adessa sees the spooked kid and exhausted leader and decides actually, I'm taking these ones. so Brin and Ricky get a bizarre fairy godmother who makes them food and bullies them into sleeping and also, eventually, convinces Marius that Brin is not so broken by the war that telling her how he feels would do irreparable damage. (xanify wrote this and it's very cute)
Claudius has a fan club, which baffles him greatly. He mostly steers clear of it (TOO WEIRD) except in the Victor Selene AU where he brings her out to a meeting (in disguise) to cheer her up once when she's having a bad day. It most definitely works. I don't think he ever tells Eibhlin about it in divergence AU but that would be very dangerous information, so someone absolutely should
once Misha, on one of the nights where she gets just drunk enough to be a little bit angry and a little bit confrontational, tells Emory she should do something for herself for once. not making food for other people, not making dolls for orphans, herself, because she fucking deserves it. what is she going to do when she dies one day, have a funeral where everyone talks about themselves and all the things she's done for them and nothing about her, who she is? that's fucking depressing, they didn't survive the Arena for this. Emory takes her drink away, carries her to bed, tucks her in, and says nothing. but the next day she calls up the owner of the only horse ranch left in D2 and tells them she wants to learn to ride
Ronan is undefeated at beer pong
Off topic: my cat trapping me for a good half hour this morning
luck be a (leading) lady | part 12.
Summary: Y/N has always been a background character. That’s just life for some folks isn’t it? But what if she’s determined to not just be another member in the ensemble? What if someone helps her step into the spotlight in her own special way?
Warnings for the Series: a teeny bit of angst but mainly fluff
Pairing: ricky bowen x black!reader
Word Count: 4.6k
A/N: one more part after this
Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)
The obnoxious sound of an air horn coming from Yurt Locker’s cabin woke up all the girls in Honeycomb. Kourtney hopped out of bed to go see the problem while the rest of you tried to get to your senses. She came seconds later announcing Corbin Bleu had lost his mind. That got you guys to come to your senses alright. What was he doing here this early in the morning? You thought they weren’t even filming today.
“We’re doing something called a Color War. Did you pack any blue or yellow?”
Reluctantly, you looked at your clothes. Corbin and Channing woke you up for a color war? All because it would make good television. Camp Shallow Lake stopped doing them years ago. Color War had been replaced with Cabin War— the winning cabin got snacks, pick of movie night, two nights of phone usage, and free time at the pool for just them and a plus two. Honeycomb had won twice. Well, a color war wouldn’t be so bad.
As everyone did the little activities to earn small points for their teams, Ricky decided to see if there were Caprisuns in the coolers by the barn area. The coolers at the pool only had Sprite. He saw Jett sitting on the grass and messing with a soccer ball.
“Hey, dude, last night was kinda intense.”
“Do you really think I’m not that bad? Even after all the stuff Maddie yelled about yesterday?”
“I am in no place to judge, man, I’ve done more than a few things I’m ashamed of.”
“I wasn’t even trying to out her. I thought those texts came from a guy, I was just trying to make a point that I should be allowed to date if she was.”
“Does Maddox know that?”
“Not sure she’d even hear me. We used to sing together all the time and now we barely talk. If Y/N’s not there, we don’t even stay in the same room for very long.”
“So, I once knew this girl who was pretty mad at me, I deserved it. But I found that what helps is throwing myself into something that she’s into. Like, I joined the show and worked really hard.”
“Is everything about theater to theater kids? I swear every other word to come out Y/N’s mouth is ballet.”
Ricky chuckled. “Look, Maddox loves camp. It’s Color War so try to win for her.”
“Ricky! Are you speaking to the enemy?” You came skipping up.
Jett rolled his eyes. “I’m the enemy?”
“You’re in yellow, Jett. Until Team Blue wins, I can’t speak to you today.”
Your cousin just smiled as he muttered a whatever and left to go find Maddox or someone else from Team Yellow. Without a thought, you grabbed Ricky’s hand and led him to one of the first events. It was basketball. With EJ on the team you guys were sure to win. Only you didn’t see EJ when you made it to the small court. Gina didn’t know either. He had kind of been avoiding her since she talked to him about the break. You assured her that she did the right thing for herself and everything would work out in the end whether that meant she was with EJ or not.
“Well, how are we supposed to win without him?”
Ricky picked up one of the blue basketballs. “It can’t be that hard. Just aim and…”
You and Gina snorted when the ball bounced off the backboard. Gina stood there with a hand on her hip.
“Didn’t you literally play Troy?”
“Okay, one I was in a harness literally dangling from the ceiling. That’s different.”
“Mmm hmm, okay, Ricky.”
“Well… Why don’t we ask Corbin? I bet he’s got some moves.”
You both turned to see him pointing at Channing and Corbin. While Gina seemed excited, you rolled your eyes and went to the other side of the court. Ricky tossed the ball to Gina before going to sit with you. You both were content to let other people on Team Blue play instead of you. Besides, you didn’t need people to see how uncoordinated you were with anything that wasn’t dance. So you rested your head on Ricky’s shoulder and decided to cheer Gina on. You looked up a bit to speak to Ricky.
“We’re supposed to practice the Kristoff and Snow dance tomorrow.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“How quickly can you learn basic ballet? Like really basic ballet.”
“That sounds… like you have more faith in me than my abilities, Prima.”
“So I take that as a yes, you’re a quick learner.”
Ricky’s mouth hung open for a bit. “I totally didn’t say that, Y/N.”
You ignored his comment and went back to watching the game. Ricky fiddled with the bottom of his shirt. There wasn’t a good time to tell you about Channing catching his confession on camera. Even if he found a good time, he wasn’t sure he had worked up the courage to tell you. The game ended with Team Blue winning. Ricky let you take his hand as you followed everyone else to move to the next game.
He did that all day, held your hand as you guys moved from place to place. Even when EJ surprised you guys with Ms. Jenn, you two held hands. He was sure that you had only let go when you were trying to cheer Kourtney on about climbing a rock wall— even though her fear of heights stopped her in the end. And when you went to stand next to Ricky again, his fingers were laced through yours once more. Kourtney and Gina raised eyebrows at that. You didn’t notice but Ricky blushed under their scrutiny.
“Hey, tomorrow, Dewey gave me permission to use my phone because of auditions,” you told Ricky as you walked to the bonfire area for the last event. “Will you help me film it so I can send it in?”
He agreed right away to help. You both were up bright and early to film. Stopping by the food hall to get some breakfast to go, you talked about the ballet as you walked down the pier to the large deck that overlooked the lake. Ricky talked through the different roles with you and you decided to take a chance and dance the audition piece for Lucy. You also decided to go see one of his skate competitions.
“You’re always coming to my stuff,” you said as you started to stretch. “When does anyone ever see about your interests outside of theater? I want to come watch you.”
The corners of Ricky’s lips curled upwards at that. He started your phone camera, staying deathly still so he could get a good shot for you. It was so different seeing you like this. Ricky had only ever seen your ballet when you were all done up in makeup and tutus. You looked just as graceful and pretty in a basic leotard and tights, long sleeve shrug, wrap skirt, and leg warmers. Shyly, you asked to take a few more videos just so you could check which one was perfect. Ricky assured you that he didn’t mind. You finally sat down to check the videos and eat your breakfast that had cooled.
“Are you sure you want me to pick?” Ricky asked when you showed him the videos.
“Just, which do you think looks good? It’ll help me narrow down the videos.”
He picked two of them. Ricky never noticed before but your nose scrunched up when you concentrated. Eventually, you picked the one you thought was best and sent it in. Ricky jumped in surprise when you suddenly threw your phone in his lap. You couldn’t check your email yourself. Even though Dewey only approved phone use for your audition, you just had to know what the Berklee scouts said— if they even said anything. Ricky couldn’t help but chuckle as you squeezed your eyes shut to brace for the news. He took his time scrolling through your inbox.
“Stop teasing, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Okay, okay… I’m sorry Y/N, it looks like you’ll have double work to do in college and you might have to see my face on campus.”
You popped one eye open. “What?”
“Dear, Y/N,” Ricky started to read. “After thorough review of your past performances, as well as your current school grades, we at Berklee would like to extend an invitation to join our student body after your graduation next year. The invitation extends to our dance and acting programs. You will be given a scholarship in accordance to your family’s financial status that should prevent you from having to take out any student loans. The amount will be reviewed before each year to account for changes in income. We look forward to hearing a response on your decision in the upcoming weeks. Signed, The Board. Furthermore, after assessing the grades of your colleague and taking into account the performances we saw, we gladly request for you to send the information of Ricky Bowen in your reply if possible.”
You took the phone back from your friend. “That’s one hundred percent a scouting if I’ve ever heard one. Do you want me to send them your email? Are you thinking about taking it?”
Ricky took his time to think through his decision as your thumbs blazed through your keyboard to type your response. He decided to give it a shot. Besides, he could always choose to pull his acceptance if he found a college he thought was better. You wouldn’t say it but you hoped that Ricky would choose to go. You would never force any of your friends to stay with you just because you had major anxiety flare ups in new places. But you would love it if somehow they just managed to be with you. So secretly, you were hoping Ricky would accept the offer and come to Berklee.
“Okay, let me return the phone to Dewey and then you and I have a dance to practice before prom tonight!”
“So why do we have a prom here? And why is it 70s themed?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “Susan Fine loved dancing or something. And Dewey just really likes disco music. It’s going to be extra fun this year.”
“Why? Is there another celebrity guest besides Corbin Bleu?”
“No but Dewey said Corbin and Channing are coming back today to show everyone the trailers for the docuseries. They’re gonna show it before the last dance at prom, it’s airing internationally at the same time. Everyone gets to see us be reality tv famous with the dumb roles Carlos, Val, and EJ assigned us.”
You stood up to leave. “I’m pretty sure Channing caught my panic attack on camera and I wish I was acting. At least Gina throwing a drink at Kourtney will be entertaining. And Maddox trying to act. I still can’t believe they made her the crier. She has dry eye syndrome, it’s a real condition.”
Ricky just froze as you walked away to turn your phone back in to Dewey. They were airing trailers tonight? There was no way they’d put his confession in the preview, right? Everyone knew that the juicy bits were saved for the actual show. Ricky wasn’t sure how much he could convince himself of that but it was all he had to go on. Paranoid, he looked around for Channing or just a camera. He only got back into focus when you came back. You grabbed both of Ricky’s hands and helped pull him up.
“So I was thinking a simple pas de deux starting with a pas de chat. And then I interact with EJ at the end because it’d be cute if the reindeer actually was annoyed by snow. Then I’ll run off and we go back to the rest of your song. Sound good?”
“If you explain what a pas de chat is. I know pas de deux is basically just fancy for duet.”
“It’s French, not fancy. And you know that term?”
“I do remember some stuff you say.”
You tried not to laugh too much as you taught Ricky the dance. Some moves you had to change in the moment because it was obvious that they wouldn’t look good in time for the show. Still, the dance was going to look amazing. Especially since most of the advanced and flashy moves didn’t rely on Ricky. You didn’t even put many lifts in there. It had taken your usual partner at Saltwater a solid six months of training and dancing together to lift you consecutively without faltering. You genuinely didn’t know Ricky’s strength and didn’t want to risk finding out.
He held onto your waist as you showed him how you would turn. You felt Ricky’s fingers tighten slightly. You stopped turning to look at Ricky who pointed at something in the distance. Back on the shore, you could see Channing and the camera. Of course he couldn’t take a day of rest when there was footage to be found. Immediately, Ricky’s hands left your waist.
“We aren’t going to act for your little show, today! We have real work on the musical, go find someone else to cause drama or deal with boring footage!” You yelled at Channing.
He didn’t seem to move so you went back to focusing on Ricky and teaching him the dance. Channing would leave eventually when he realized you were serious about not acting for the camera. It was imperative that Ricky learned the dance. The fake docuseries could wait. Besides, Maddox had told you last night about how she and Jett were starting to make up. They even agreed to play it up for Channing to film. Certainly, that would make for better footage.
When you and Ricky were finished, you saw that Channing was nowhere to be found. That didn’t bother you one bit. You started to take off your pointe shoes that were already ruined from practicing on the deck. That was why you brought this pair though. You always had a relatively cheaper set for outdoor dance. It hurt less the cheaper they were when you saw them ruined by grass or concrete. You set your shoes aside and grabbed some stuff out of your bag to massage your feet.
“You do this all the time after musical rehearsal, does it help the pain a lot?” Ricky asked as he messed with the ribbons on your pointe shoes.
You laughed. “It’s not for pain. Some dancers might be okay with ugly feet but I refuse, Richard. That’s why I stuff my pointe shoes. The calluses, I guess I’ll allow but that doesn’t mean the rest of my foot has to look disgusting.”
You finished massaging your feet and rubbing the lotion in before applying two layers of socks. Ricky helped you up after you tied the shoelaces on your sneakers. He still had your pointe shoes in his hands after you picked up your dance bag. You laced your fingers through his.
“Time to get ready for prom. Oh and don’t feel forced to do any prom traditions even if EJ seems really enthused about it.”
“Prom traditions?” Rick asked as you guys stopped outside Honeycomb’s cabin.
“The boys and ice water. The point? Don’t know but it happens every year. I’m sure EJ will tell you all about it if he gets the chance. Well, thank you for escorting back, Mr. Bowen. I will see you at the dance.”
He gave you a little two finger salute before walking to Yurt Locker. The dance wasn’t until tonight but he already knew that you would be with the rest of the girls until it was time. His little guess turned out to be correct because you were all hyping Gina up for the dance. She wasn’t exactly excited about going solo. EJ didn’t take the break very well. Gina still wanted to see if they had a chance together but it was obvious the separation was needed to figure out life. She was finally on board and was immediately moved to the front of the line at Kourtney’s beauty salon.
Camp prom was always kind of silly but you loved hanging out with the girls beforehand. Getting ready was almost always better than the actual dance. You all chatted while doing each other’s hair and makeup. Everyone gave style advice on the seventies’ outfits. You and Maddox were once again in matching outfits. There was only one year that you didn’t match. This time you were wearing tight denim rompers with long sleeves— like the legs on a mechanic’s uniform got cut off— and ankle-length gogo boots.
The Barn was decorated to fit the Flower Power theme. Your cabin was fashionably late, the music was already playing nice and loud. Linking hands with the girls, you all gave each other one last nod before walking in like you owned the place.
Ricky and Carlos were at the punch bowl. The 70s theme was different but fun. Fun except for EJ trying to make everyone run lines. He only put the binder down when Carlos reminded him that maybe that was why Gina wanted a break. EJ nodded. He could relax, not let the pressure of his dad get to him that much. At least for one dance. Ricky took a sip of his punch.
“I feel like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever.”
Carlos looked at him with a grimace. “I feel like John Travola in Hairspray.”
The gasp and dropped jaw from Carlos garnered the other boys’ attention. They looked over towards the saloon doors to see the girls walking through them. Nearly choking on his drink, Ricky watched you walk in. You were the one to spot them all at the punch table. Breaking apart from the group, you told them you would catch up in a minute.
“Hello boys… Okay, my makeup skills aren’t that bad.”
“You look amazing!” Carlos made you twirl once for the full outfit effect.
“Thank you, are you guys da—”
“Y/N, there’s a photo wall!” Ashlyn came back over to grab your arm. “We’re stealing her. Bye!”
You laughed as you took pictures with the girls. The photo wall had some of the strangest props, including fake mustaches that you thought everyone agreed to leave back in 2013. While you always went to the camp prom, you actually enjoyed it this year. With more than just Maddox around, you felt comfortable enough to just be there and be yourself amongst your little circle. The only time you weren’t taking pictures or dancing with the girls was when everyone went to the bathroom but you and Ashlyn— and then Carlos proceeded to steal Ashlyn to give her a little coming out gift. The music slowed down a bit. Everyone was looking around to grab partners. Ricky was about to approach you when Kourtney grabbed your arm.
“Can we talk?”
You motioned to the edge of the stage for you two to sit down.
“How do you deal with… with anx… an—”
“Anxiety?” you asked gently.
Kourtney nodded. “We don’t have much longer until the show and I feel like I keep forgetting my lines and I’ve never been away from my mom before with being able to call her. I feel like I’m flailing.”
“I completely understand. Firstly, I got a therapist— well, my parents did but same difference. Second, the feeling never goes away, Kourt. Not completely. It’s just something we learn to handle. You’ve seen me fall apart more than once.”
“How do you get through it each time?”
“You know, I don’t know how well I do. My friends help me through it, I do what I’ve learned with my therapist. And I focus on what I really love. You enjoy singing, right, Kourt?”
“Almost more than fashion.”
“Then don’t let the stage become another place of anxiety. I use it as a comfort. You aren’t Kourtney when you’re up there. You’re Elsa and no one knows you as anything other than Elsa.”
“That was actually really helpful. Do you think you can show me those breathing exercises some time?”
“Totally. But I will warn you that my success rate without help is about sixty percent.”
“Sixty is better than nothing.”
The two of you laughed as you stood up again. The dj was about to announce the start to a soul train line when Corbin and Channing busted through the doors. While you were less enthused than others, you were still curious about what the trailer for the docuseries looked like. Channing was obviously pleased with everyone’s acting and it was clear he had the skills to edit out mistakes. You just wondered how believable the entire thing would look.
A thought ran through your brain as you sat on the floor. If the acting was bad would the Berklee majors take away your acceptance to the acting program? You had to laugh at yourself for how ridiculous you were being. Gina and Ashlyn squeezed your hands in anticipation. You were sure that no one listened to Corbin’s speech before the trailer started. You still couldn’t believe that you guys were seeing it just as it aired all over the world.
It started normal enough. Basic B roll of everyone at camp. Very quickly, the reality show aspect showed itself. You couldn’t say that you were surprised that it started with Kourtney’s judgy line bit. Even though Gina did throw a drink at Kourtney, you were all a bit shocked to see the angle was that they were jealous of each other as leads. Would the audience really buy that when they were playing Anna and Elsa? It would have been an easier sell if it was Ashlyn or you against one of them. Maybe it was just the trailer’s angle and the doc would show a different story.
A lot of glances were shown between Maddox and Ashlyn, mainly from Maddox’s end. That wasn’t surprising. Most of the footage didn’t seem that bad when edited together. The cast pulled it off better than anyone thought. Even things that seemed way too far fetched at the time ended up looking decent when put together. You and Maddox nearly screamed when Jett’s part came up.
“I’m in love with the girl playing Elsa and it’s eating me inside.”
It didn’t matter that it was acting. You knew that was the whole scenario that Carlos envisioned but neither one of you was going to let him live this down. He didn’t even show a lot of emotion when he said it. Your eyes went wide when you saw you and Gina walking together through the camp. When was that filmed? You weren’t acting then.
“Maybe,” you started to suggest very carefully. “You need a break.”
“I’m saying go explore other options. You know what you want, G.”
Your mouth dropped open. That wasn’t what you said at all. That was the complete opposite of the advice you gave Gina. EJ’s nostrils flared as he looked over at you.
“Other options? You’re the reason we broke up?!”
You clutched at the belt on your romper, trying to control your breathing. You didn’t do well with being yelled at. Gina patted your knee in reassurance. The trailer wasn’t over yet although you didn’t focus too much on the others. You only paid close attention again when you were shown once more. Your head was on Ricky’s shoulder during the first read-through then it showed you holding his hand and him watching you dance. Your eyebrows scrunched up. What narrative was this? You thought Carlos scrapped your romantic subplot when he realized that his straightdar was so off course for trying to pair you and Jett together. Another scene popped up with Carlos and Ricky sitting at a log bench. Ricky’s entire body tensed up as he saw the scene. Figures they would put it in the trailer. He braced himself to hear his confession played for everyone. You watched the Ricky on screen scratch the back of his head.
“I think I more than like her. Is that crazy? I couldn’t even say it to Nini but with Y/N… I think I love her, Carlos.”
You and the girls blinked. You felt your head shaking back and forth before you truly registered it. Ricky was sitting two rows behind you just waiting for your reaction. He didn’t expect the tears when you met his eyes. Ricky immediately got up after you when you ran out the barn. You felt like you couldn’t get out of there fast enough. You just wanted to go back to your cabin and cry into a pillow the entire night.
“Y/N, wait. Wait!” Ricky caught up to you, grabbing your hand. “Y/N, please.”
“Why would you do that? Why would you and Carlos even think that was okay? Why…”
Ricky moved to place his hands on both of your shoulders. “Woah, breathe. Take a deep breath with me. Come on.”
You felt yourself get pulled into a bear hug after hitting at your chest a few times. Ricky kept telling you to breathe. He tried to slow his own breathing down to help you better. You felt like you had enough control to speak.
“You should have asked before you did something like that. I don’t even like the idea of blasting my panic attacks on air but I agreed. This was too far. You didn’t have to act like you had a crush on me to add drama. I hate that.”
Ricky pulled away slightly. “What?”
“I get it, I’m the pitiful character but I’d at least like to know why the audience feels for me so I don’t look like an idiot. And I know we’re friends but I did have feelings for you at one point. It was more than a stupid crush like I said and I feel like you and Carlos just made fun of that.”
“No! No, I wasn’t making fun of you. It wasn’t an act. I never meant for Channing to pick up on that. I thought Carlos and I were alone.”
“If it’s not an act then…”
“I can’t stop seeing you the way I do. I haven’t been able to see you as a friend since that day we had to come up with a new transformation for the beast mask. I think it was before that, really, but I didn’t realize it until we got back from New York.”
“Since New York? But why didn’t you just tell me?”
“You said you had a crush on me and got over it. Was I supposed to tell you after that? It felt like I’d be forcing you to like me again. I never meant for you to find out, it was always meant to stay between me and Carlos.”
“You didn’t just say you liked me… That video, you think you…”
“Yeah,” Ricky said with a weak chuckle. He just looked at you for a moment. “I love you… Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” you said barely above a whisper.
Ricky’s hands moved from your shoulders to cup your face. His lips gently pressed against yours. Your hands that were pressed between the two of you went to clutch the fabric of his suit. His thumb brushed your cheek as he tried to deepen the kiss. You both pulled apart slowly, laughing, before going in for another kiss.
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Everyone's talking about their OC's so lemme just tell you all about mine real quick.
Firstly - I cannot draw! But I can use artbreeder.
Name: Darius Radner.
Age: 41 (Born 7th November 1980).
Build: Stocky muscles.
Hair: Brown, greying.
Job: Ex-detective, now a carpenter.
Darius, the oldest child in a nuclear family, had a pretty normal childhood. His mother stayed at home while his father worked away on an oil rig, regularly sending money back to support his family. His younger brother was annoying, as sibling tend to be, but not an evil menace.
He did well in school, and was not popular, but managed to be well liked enough. He even acquired a girlfriend, a young woman by the name of Molly. They fell head over heels for each other, and by 19 had tied the knot.
After graduating school, Darius headed straight into the police force. He had always been fascinated by crime, and wanted nothing more than to live the lives of his story-book heroes. This led to him becoming completely focused on becoming a detective.
His obsession over his work put a strain on the marriage, as well as his insistence on Molly being just as his mother had. A stay at home wife. You see, Darius had unfortunately inherited some rather misogynistic views from his father and mother's dynamic, and would often try to force Molly into compliance.
These weren't the only strains on their relationship. Molly wanted a baby. And after five years of trying, she urged Darius to come with her to the doctor's, where it was revealed that Darius had a low sperm count in his semen. While he found this lucky, as he wouldn't want a kid just yet, Molly was devastated. She tried to convince him to do IVF, he resisted.
After finally landing his Detective rank, Darius would come home to find his wife gone, along with all of her important things and the majority of her clothes. A long note left on their bed told of her frustration with Darius choosing how they lived. How he controlled every detail and never let her be her own person. So she'd left.
They divorced through contact with a solicitor, a clean break with no alimony. She wanted to move on and begin her life anew.
Darius also felt numb about the divorce. He had to sit and question if he'd ever really loved Molly, or simply wanted someone to take care of him when he got home at night. He certainly wasn't bothered by her lack of presence. Nor did he remember important details, like her mother's birthday. No, he just felt annoyed that he had to make his own lunch.
His opinion on women only got worse with the knowledge that Molly had been unfaithful before leaving: something he found years later. He rarely dated again, instead preferring to hire escorts that would complain about his roughness. The few dates he did go on found him to be too stand-offish and insensitive.
But at least he had his job, right? The one he'd been so determined to keep?
He did, for eleven years. His partner and best friend Ricky was his rock, his daughter Amy like his very own niece. So when news got out about their Captain having raped her? He'd went ballistic. Captain Williams went to sleep that night with his face bandaged up in the ER. And with no evidence, Darius lost his job, and poor Ricky had to keep his mouth shut to keep his family fed.
Full of rage and bitterness, Darius sold his suburban house and downsized to a smaller home on the edge of a rural town. He just wanted to get away from everything - ironically just like Molly years prior. There, he picked up a carpenter job. Carpentry had always been his hobby, when he was able to settle down for a few hours. He still struggles with a drinking problem that he's had since he got fired. Not to mention his short temper and dislike for other's company.
Even with his jaded view of the world, he still finds himself rather lonely. And the family that just moved in the next house over has a very attractive eldest.
Can I request a Karl x Alex x Nick x Reader fic in which the reader is a teacher and they bring their boyfriends in for career day? I just thought it’d be so cute to see them interact with little kids.
sapnap x karl x quackity x reader
trigger warnings: none
premise: pretty much everything from the ask, although I know nothing about children so..., sorry lol
requested by the person above as well as @eliasxxk who asked for more karlnapity x reader
(y/n/n)- your nickname
(y/l/n)- your last name
“Career day?” Nick asked.
You nodded, quickly packing up the last of the assignments you had finished grading and tucking them into your bag, “Yeah, remember how I was planning the different stations and stuff for the kids?”
“Oh yeah, I thought you had all that stuff sorted?” Karl handed you your laptop from across the table.
“We did,” You sighed, “But someone backed out and now we have a slot to fill. So, one of you, all of you, I don’t care, we still need someone to do it.”
Alex frowned, “What would we have to do for that?”
You ran a hand through your hair, “Make a presentation on what you do? We were looking for a broad spectrum and the guy who backed out was someone’s cousin who did like, animation or something.”
As you gathered the rest of your things you explained that one group or person would be set up in each classroom, and that kids would rotate through, not just the fifth graders you taught, but the whole of the elementary school.
Karl grinned, “What time would we have to be there?”
“The welcome thing for the speakers is it 9 ish on Friday, so I can bring back the forms you’d need to fill out today to get them in on time.”
Your boyfriends agreed, and with a smile you pecked them all on the lips, “Alright, I gotta go. I’ll see you later.”
“Love you!” Karl called as you started out the door.
“Love you too!”
After practically zooming through your first three units, ELA, Math and History, and sending your kids off to PE, you headed down to the admin offices to make copies and grab the forms.
“Hey Sadie!” You greeted cheerfully.
The secretary smiled, “Hey mx. (y/l/n).”
You moved over to the copier, starting your copies, “Do you have any of those forms? For the people giving the presentations on career day?”
“You found someone?” Adam, the sixth grade teacher who had been organizing the career day asked as he entered the office.
“Three someones actually,” You smiled, “Alex, Karl and Nick said they could.”
“Oh, that’ll be interesting.” Sadie laughed.
“Minecraft youtubers,” Adam mused unenthusiastically, “I’m sure the kids will love to hear about people without real jobs.”
You rolled your eyes, “They pull just as much if not more than me every year, plus Nicky and Alex are still in college.”
Adam cocked an eyebrow as you grabbed your copies, and then the forms from Sadie, “Well at least I can’t complain, your saving my ass.”
“Damn right I am,” You scoffed starting out of the office, “You owe me.”
Heading back down the hall and then up the stairs to the fifth grade hallway you pulled out your phone, sending a text to the ‘loves <3′ group chat, ‘the files have been secured’
Back in your classroom you began to set out the Novels your class had been reading, and set up the last of the things you would need for the mini science lab that would happen later in the after noon.
The next few days passed quickly, and soon you were pointing your boyfriends in the direction of the library, where the volunteers were supposed to be meeting before heading up to your classroom, greeting the kids who were already inside.
“Hey guys! Are you excited for today?”
A few kids nodded.
“Which presentation are you most excited to see?”
“Probably the actor!” Damien exclaimed.
“The actor? Any reason why or you just think they’d be cool?”
“I wanna be an actor.” He said.
“Yeah?” You chuckled, “What about you Sam?”
The girl through for a moment, tapping at her desk absently, “Probably the firefighter, I want to save people like them some day.”
You nodded, “Calum? Any your excited for?”
“Well I was excited to Ricky, he’s my cousin and an animator but he couldn’t come.” The boy pouted.
“Aw, well I’m sorry about that, but I’m sure there’ll be plenty of interesting people for you to see.” You looked over the schedule again, answering a messege from Adam, willingly surrendering yourself to running around and helping wherever needed during the day, instead of watching the presentations with your kids.
The morning announcements came and went, and the teaching aid who would be taking your place, touring the kids around came in, “Alright guys! We’r~~e going down to the auditorium so that the principal and Mr. Alderton can explain the plan for today, and so that the people who are going to be in these rooms have time to set up!”
She herded the kids out of the room, smiling at you as you grabbed your phone, following them out, but turning down a different hall to the library.
Adam breathed a sigh of relief as soon as you got inside, “Oh thank god! Okay, I need you to get these lovely people to there rooms, Adda is already going around to set up projectors.”
You nodded, taking the papers from him, “Okay people! If you’d follow me, we’ll get you into these classrooms on time!”
The group of various adults followed you out of the library as you started calling out names at each floor, in between the intersection of grade level hallways, pointing out room numbers.
By the time you had made it to the cross roads between the fifth and sixth grade, Adam was already frantically messaging you about being late so quickly you called out the last of the room numbers, pointing various directions and telling the people to let themselves in.
You turned to your boyfriends, “Right you guys are in my room, it’s at the end of the hall, my computer should be unlocked.”
“You’re not like, staying to hang out or anything?” Karl asked.
“I’ve been roped into over seeing this thing. I might be in and out at various times through out the day,” You pressed a kiss to each of there cheeks before starting back towards the stairs, “Have fun!”
You spent your day running around, delivering different things to various classrooms and basically doing Adam’s bidding.
A little way into the last rotation of kids around the building you finally got the chance to take a break and head back up to your room, slipping in and sitting in the back as Karl tried his best to explain streaming to a group of kindergarteners.
They may not have fully understood what he was talking about, but they sure did find him funny.
You watched quietly as your boyfriends interacted with the kids, opening up for questions sooner than they had with the older kids, and patently answering each one.
“What are you going to college to learn how to do?” A young girl asked.
Alex smiled, “Well I’m going to get real smart to be a lawyer, and Mr. Sapnap here is learning about computers.”
“What’s a lawyer?” Another kid asked.
“My uncle’s a lawyer,” someone two desks away offered, “My mom says it’s someone who works in a court!”
Alex chuckled, “You are absolutely right Big Man, lawyers defend people who go to court.”
“If you and you are goin to college,” A boy near the front pointed at Nick and then Alex, “Then what’s he learning at college?” He pointed at Karl.
“Karl isn’t in college anymore.” Nick said simply.
“Not honking smart enough.” Karl grinned as kids laughed at his use of the word honk.
They continued to joke around for a while, until the pa crackled that it was time for everyone to head back to there normal classrooms, and you moved back to the front of the room, “That was entertaining.”
“(y/n/n)! This was awesome!” Karl exclaimed.
You nodded, glancing at the clock as you began to re arrange your desk, “Theres like, maybe ten minutes to the bell, you guys want to hang out in here?”
“Sure.” Your class began to file back in as Alex spoke.
“Mx. (y/l/n)! Why didn’t you tell us you were dating famous youtubers?” Damien asked.
You groaned, looking at a shrugging Nick, “Why have you done this?”
You class laughed at your displeasure, and you were about to start asking everyone how there days had gone when Karl beat you too it.
“Who was your favorite?”
“It better have been us!” Alex stage whispered.
The kids laughed, and you sat back, content to watch your boyfriends entertain the class.