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ricksbowen · 4 years

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one more time | pt. 1

IN WHICH: y/n realizes she had a one night stand with the one person she didn’t expect.

INSPIRATION: feel good inc. — gorillaz, babylon — 5 seconds of summer

WARNING: this whole series is gonna be pretty sexual. i’m making ricky and everyone in the crew a year up, so everyone’s in their senior year and 18+. there’s also implications of sex so read with caution. there’s also underage drinking

A/N: since simply utterly is coming to an end, i’m posting a friends with benefits au cause everyone who reads my stuff probably noticed how much i love clichés

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

You had been best friends with Ricky Bowen since the 3rd grade.

It was unconventional, the way you both met each other. Ricky had accidentally tossed a football right into your eye, and to make it up to you, he let you give him one back by punching him in the eye. You both had to see the principal that day, with your matching black eyes as the principal threatened to call your parents.

Since then, you had been inseparable. You stuck with Ricky through thick and thin; from when his parents started having problems to when Nini Salazar-Roberts broke up with him right before junior year, you were there. You were there to read lines out for High School Musical: the Musical with him. You were always there, with your window wide open and the rope ladder already hanging out for him to climb up to your room.

In the same way, he was there for you. From when the boy you had a crush on for years rejected you to when you got asked out on your first date and needed outfit advice, he was there. When your boyfriend broke up with you in the middle of junior year, he was there with movies and blankets. He had pictures of you hung up in his room, his favorite being the one from third grade. You, with the glasses that were a side too big for your face and him, with his two front teeth missing, smiling at the camera with matching black eyes.

You both knew each other’s secrets. The fears of love you both attained in your lives, the overwhelming dislike of growing up— you looked to each other for a way to escape.

Your friendship has always been that way: strong, unbreakable.

You rubbed your eyes groggily, forcing yourself up off the bed. Immediately, you noticed the lack of clothes you had and the body next to yours. Letting out a small groan, you cursed yourself for yet another guy you had to let down with a note.

That fear of love always stayed.

You shut your eyes, rubbing your temples to try and remember what had happened last night.

Ej’s college acception party. Winning beer pong with Ricky against Seb and Carlos. Drinking an alarming amount of alcohol and skinny dipping in the pool. Kissing someone hard while you pushed them up against the door.

What a party.

You stood up, making sure whoever was next to you in bed was fast asleep. His head was hidden under the blankets, and soft snores escaped his huddled form. You let out a small sigh, reaching down for the haphazardly thrown clothes around the room.

You passed an absurdly patterned red blue and white shirt as you reached for your bra, eyes lingering on the item of clothing for just a second too long.

You’ve seen that shirt before.

You shook your head to rid of your thought, ignoring the striking pain that followed from your hangover. You trudged around the room, picking up the dress you wore that night. You then found your underwear, and as you walked closer to it to reach it, your eyes landed on another piece of clothing.

A white inside shirt. To anyone else, that would’ve meant nothing. But to you, it meant something that made your heart drop.

“What are you wearing?” you laughed out the minute Ricky opened his door.

“I think it’s pretty snazzy for a college acceptance party,” Ricky grinned, giving you a twirl and letting oddly patterned shirt lift up as he did. He wore an oddly patterned button-up that was unbuttoned with a white tank top underneath and black pants.

You could hear Big Red snort next to you, and you rolled your eyes with a grin, crossing your arms over your chest.

“C’mon, lover boy, Ej’s been spamming me with texts since we’re five minutes late.”

Ricky walked up to the both of you, slinging his arms over both of your shoulders lazily. “Are we planning on getting shitfaced while we’re there?”

“What else are we supposed to do?” Big Red grinned, and you all cheered in response as you made your way to your car.

“Y/N?”

You whipped around, letting out a scream and immediately covering yourself up. Ricky slapped a hand over his eyes, yelling ‘Oh my God!’ over and over while you covered yourself with the clothes you had in your hands.

“What the fuck, Ricky?” you yelled, Ricky shaking his head rapidly and pointing blindly towards you with his free hand.

“Don’t you ‘what the fuck me!’” he fired back, his voice two octaves higher. “I don’t know what happened either!”

“You— We—“ you groaned, slipping on your underwear and looking between your underwear and Ricky’s patterned shirt. You put your bra on and slipped his shirt over your shoulders, blaming your choice on the fact that your dress would’ve taken more time.

“We fucked!” Ricky sputtered, removing his eyes and looking at you. His face bloomed red at the sight of you in nothing but his shirt and undergarments, but there were more pressing matters to deal with.

“Shut up!” you hissed, pressing a finger to your lips and looking around at the room you both were in.

This wasn’t your house or Ricky’s.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, running a hand through your hair and making your way to the door. You opened it slowly, peeking out in the hall while Ricky climbed out of bed and pulled his boxers and pants on. The smell of breakfast wafted down the hall, and you cursed under your breath as you shut the door slowly. “We never left Ej’s house.”

“Are we just ignoring the fact that we most likely had sex?” Ricky asked, head pounding with confusion as he walked over to you.

“We’re just gonna skip over that part,” you stated, glaring at him. You leaned back against the closed door, closing your eyes and trying to let the memories come back to you.

“Holy shit!”

You cheered as you made the last cup in, Seb and Carlos groaning in defeat and the crowd of people you barely knew yelling in victory around you. You pulled Ricky into a hug, his arms around your waist as he lifted you up and spun you around drunkenly.

“We are gods!” Ricky hollered, making you laugh as your arms went around his neck. His eyes lingered on you for just a second too long before he put you back down, swaying slightly as he did.

You looked at him, an unspoken agreement between both of you as the sounds of the party became white noise. Your hand reached for his, intertwining with his fingers as you pulled him away from everyone else.

You led him down the hall, ignoring the other people talking and making out as you opened a random door and pulled him inside with a laugh.

You shut the door and pressed him up against it, his hands reached down to your cheeks and bringing your lips to his. The kiss was fast, needy, and you found yourself wanting more as you tugged his button-up shirt off and he started undoing your dress.

“We can’t tell anyone about this,” you stated, opening your eyes to look at him. He was biting his lip, eyebrows furrowed as he nodded in instant agreement.

“You’re right. Besides, it meant nothing, right?” Ricky asked as if he was reassuring himself more than you.

You nodded your head rapidly, letting out a breath. “You’re right! It was just..”

“Sex,” Ricky finished, and you sighed, buttoning the middle button on his shirt as a way to cover yourself up just a bit more.

You opened the door, peeking your head out and stepping out of the room. You heard voices from the kitchen, and your heartbeat sped up when you realized you had to explain your situation to the people there. Your fingers started nervously tapping on the door, the habit immediately catching Ricky’s eye.

“Chill out— you’re tapping your fingers again,” Ricky murmured behind you, and you sent him a look before you started walking down the hall to the kitchen.

“Ah, look who’s awake!” Big Red grinned teasingly, leaning against the countertop as he ate his pancakes. Carlos was seated on the counter, his smile almost as big as Big Red’s as he ate his own pile of pancakes. There were two other plates on the countertop, ready for you and Ricky.

“Don’t,” you grumbled, sitting next to Carlos and cutting a piece of the pancake you had.

“Where’s Ej? And why are you two still here?” Ricky asked, trying to ignore Big Red’s eyes on him as he started eating his pancakes nonchalantly.

“Work or something. Honestly, I have no idea— he just had to leave in a hurry,” Big Red explained with a growing smile. “We both passed out from last night so we just slept on the couches.”

“Seb was here too. He had to leave since his mom called,” Carlos added. “Ej and Seb don’t know that you two fucked, so you’re in the clear,” Carlos spoke indifferently, as if he was talking about the weather.

“Carlos—“ you glared, making him shrug nonchalantly and shove another piece of pancake into his mouth.

“Now, don’t ignore our questions because we do deserve an explanation,” Carlos stated, pointing his fork between you and Ricky. You were staying on opposite sides of the kitchen, Ricky with Big Red and You with Carlos.

“We may have been passed out drunk last night, but you two were loud enough that we heard,” Big Red snickered, grabbing his glass of orange juice as he started making sounds that sounded similar to a bed creaking. Ricky slapped the side of his bicep, making Big Red snigger again.

“I wish we know how it happened,” you said with a slight frown.

“So, you aren’t even together?” Big Red asked.

“Nope,” Ricky replied, popping the ‘p’ as he finished his pancakes.

“That’s some cliche shit right there,” Carlos commented, making you roll your eyes. “What? I’m just saying you,” he pointed his fork to Ricky, “and you,” he pointed his fork to you, “have been best friends for how long now? And you had sex on a drunken night?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Talk about a WattPad fanfic coming to life.”

“How do you even know about what that WattPad stuff?” Big Red asked with a raised brow, Carlos hiding his smile behind his glass of water.

“Harry Styles is a beaut,” Carlos stated, making you chuckle while Big Red shook his head. “But back to the point. What’re you two gonna do now?”

Ricky shrugged, looking down at the mess of syrup on his plate as he thought. “It was just one time. It won’t happen again.”

“Yep,” you added. “We promised that it was just meaningless sex.”

“Mhm,” Carlos hummed, sharing a look with Big Red as he listened. “Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent,” you replied with a reassuring smile.

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Ricky grabbed your thighs, wrapping it around his waist as he kissed down your neck. He pressed you up against the wall, his lips descending down your neck and leaving marks in its wake.

You let out a breathy moan, feeling him nip playfully before he pulled your shirt off and threw it somewhere in his room.

It was supposed to be a study date. You were paired up on a project, and you both only lasted an hour before you got to where you were now; making out and stripping each other against the wall.

You tugged his hair roughly, the low groan he let out hitting you in more ways that one as you pulled his shirt off and throw it behind him. You pulled him back to your lips with need, lips locking with urgency as everything went into overdrive.

“You gotta be quiet, hun,” he breathed against your neck, trying to pull his pants down while you nodded frantically. You threw your head back against the door, letting out a whimper when you felt him grind against you hard. He moaned into your neck, breath hot against your skin while you managed a smirk.

“You too, lover boy,” you groaned when you felt him buck up against you, hands gripping him as if your life depended on it. “We — shit — promised it wouldn’t happen again,” you managed between moans, feeling him move. Each thrust sent up up the wall and back down, and your legs wrapped harder around him.

“I know, but,” he bit his lip, trying to keep in the sounds that threatened to come out “Just one more time,” Ricky murmured breathlessly, kissing under your ear while you nodded.

“Yeah. One more time.”

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between-two-fandoms · 3 years

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Random Ricky & Big Red Headcanons:

They met in second grade because Ricky was already labeled as a "rebel kid" and Big Red was decently behaved so their teacher put them together with the hope that Big Red would get Ricky to actually pay attention but Ricky is a chaotic force of his own and ended up distracting Big Red more often than not.

Big Red's family adores Ricky and always welcome him over - they both have a key to each other's houses.

Bet your ass Ricky was in the front row at all of Big Red's dance recitals growing up. High key I hc Big Red knows Ballet too idk why he has a vibe.

Ricky tried hip hop, fell flat on his face, and vowed to never try dance again. (Until EJ tricks him into ballroom dancing.)

They were both obsessed with Hannah Montana.

Ricky knows how to ride a horse.

Big Red and Ricky try to be there for each other for everything because their parents can't always make it. (Either by choice or because the parents work too often i.e. Big Red's running the pizza shop).

They would communicate via walkie talkies when they were kids. They had secret codes for everything and still use them sometimes to this day. (I literally did this with my bff for years until I got a og Verizon Razor. Even then I still did it after I got the phone).

They probably had a poorly made treehouse or fort somewhere.

I had more but now I forgot them so I guess this is another headcanon series rip me. #ricky&big red brotep.

#hsmtmts #ricky bowen #headcanons #big red #ricky & big red brotep #random headcanons #disney+#crack #fluff #angst #childhoos headcanons #ren rambles #ren's headcannons

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ricksbowen · 4 years

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this is totally out of character but like imagine angry kisses with joshua. him and reader get really mad at each other for some reason but then he slams her into a wall and they just make out aggressively gripping and tugging I love that

goddess | j.b

IN WHICH: joshua’s jealousy gets a hold of him, but y/n doesn’t mind.

INSPIRATION: maneater (slowed vers.) — nelly furtado, she — harry styles

WARNING: this is the closest thing to smut i’ve written, i think. please read with caution.

A/N: idek if this was a request, but as you could tell i got a little bit carried away lmao. i’m trying to get used to writing more sexual scenes, so fee free to request more sexual stuff so i can practice :))

pt. 1, pt. 2

You had never seen him angrier.

His jaw was clenched, thick brows furrowed as he avoided looking at you. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, a million thoughts racing through his mind as he drove you both home.

It was one night out. One moment where you spoke with a guy, oblivious to the moves he was making on you. You were oblivious to the way his eyes hungrily took in your form, drinking in your beauty as if you were the most refreshing drink. You were oblivious to his stares, the way his eyes lingered a little bit too long on your ass when you walked away.

You were oblivious to Joshua’s glares from across the room as he stood with Matt and Olivia, their hands patting his back as they tried to calm him down.

A part of him felt guilty for being so jealous. But the other guy was staring at you as if you were a piece of meat; he couldn’t help but be mad.

“How was I supposed to know?” you spat out, equally as pissed off as he was. You were mad at yourself for being so blind towards social cues, mad at the guy for even thinking he had the right to make a move on you while you were taken, and mad at Joshua for being so bothered. Your mind was a jumbled mess of anger and tension, your words sharp and curt when you took a jab at Joshua like he was a tiger in a cage.

“The way he was looking at you? His words? Fuck, Y/N, if you couldn’t see it, just how blind are you?” Joshua said, anger dripping with every curt word as he pulled into the parking lot of your shared apartment building.

You stepped out first, slamming the car door loudly behind you as you made your way to the apartment lobby. It was hard stomping away from him in heels, but you made it work as you walked into the lobby and sent a small smile to the security guard that always sat nearby.

You could hear him walking behind you. You pressed the elevator button, eyes never looking away from ahead of you as the elevator doors opened. The ride up was painstakingly long, the tension almost suffocating as you crossed your arms over your chest. The only sound between you both was the elevator gears working outside of the elevator box.

“It wasn’t my fault that I didn’t know.” You took another jab at him, eyes snapping to his face. Joshua’s jaw was sharp, his teeth gritting and muscles tensing at your words.

“You can’t look me in the eye and tell me that he wasn’t all over you,” Joshua scowled, sending you a side glare. The elevator bell rang, and the doors opened. You took the first step out, not wanting to hear more bullshit come out of Joshua’s mouth as you walked to your apartment and took your key out of your purse. You stuck the key in furiously, turning it quickly and opening the door.

You threw your purse onto the couch, letting the black leather jacket — Joshua’s black leather jacket — slip off your shoulders and onto the floor. It revealed the silky red slip-on dress you wore, your skin perfect against the crimson. You kicked your black heels off, feeling your feet relax almost immediately.

You knew he was watching you. You wanted him to watch you.

“I didn’t know he was looking at me like that,” you stated, turning behind you. He was staring at you. Good.

“Who wouldn’t look at you? Have you seen yourself?” It was almost funny how pissed off Joshua sounded while he carelessly complimented you, but that didn’t stop you from firing back with more fervor.

“But it’s not my fault that he was all over me! You know how blind I am to shit like that!” You walked up to him, looking at him with a challenging look as the tension thickened ( if that was possible ). “Besides,” you huffed out, your voice laced with something that felt so impure it was almost sinful. “You know only you can look at me like that.”

That was all it took.

Joshua’s lips slammed against yours, your lips locking in a mix of teeth and tongue as he backed you up against a wall. Lips never separating, his hands gripped your thighs as he lifted you up against the wall effortlessly. You could feel his tongue against yours, as if they were dancing a crude dance between you both. Your hands ran through his hair, tugging it harshly and making him moan obscenely into your mouth.

It was you who pulled away, your teeth catching his bottom lip as you did. You knew it drove Joshua crazy.

Your neck as nudged up, his lips connecting to your neck in a lewd play of teeth and delicious pain. You let out a small moan at the feeling of him biting down on your neck, the pain bringing you nothing but pleasure as you felt him lick over it to soothe the pain.

“Damn right I’m the only one who can look at you like that,” Joshua practically growled, his words so out of character but making you whimper as one of his hands trailed up your dress. Usually, it was you taking charge in the bedroom, always bossing him around and smirking when he begged to touch you, or when his puppy-dog eyes looked at you through his eyelashes as he did sinful things to you. Usually, it was you staring at him with a lustful look, drinking in how submissive he looked with your hand around his throat and pressing down, restricting his airway in a way that made him buck up into you.

This was new. You didn’t mind it.

Joshua’s fingers lightly trailed over your crimson red panties, teasing and slow as his lips sucked a mark right above your breast. Your hand gripped his hair, you hold hard but affecting him in more ways than one.

“Stop teasing,” you scowled, your usually dominating role jumping out of you as you looked him in the eyes. Joshua only smirked, hazel eyes clouded with lust as his fingers pressed against you, making you squirm.

“I’m in charge tonight. Not you, baby girl,” Joshua stated, face close to yours as he started to circle his fingers over you, your panties a barrier between your skin and his fingertips.

“What if I don’t want that?” you managed, your head tilting back and a low moan leaving you when you felt his fingers move tauntingly close to the side of your panties.

“How about,” Joshua began, his fingers pushing your panties aside and making you shiver. “Whoever comes first subs in round 2?” It was almost comical how you had been arguing only moments before.

You sent him a devilish grin, rose red lips curling upwards at his proposition.

“You’re on, baby boy.”

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A/N: should i make a part 2 that’s just all smut? let me know :) ( update: i made a part two )

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ricksbowen · 4 years

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a learning experience

IN WHICH: y/n needs ricky’s help with pressing matters, and things get out of hand.

INSPIRATION: my kind of woman — mac demarco, like real people do — hozier

WARNING: the whole thing is just ricky teaching the reader how to make out.

pt. 1, pt. 2

i’m coming over. no exceptions.

That was the only warning you gave Ricky before you snuck out of your house. He knew the drill; he had gotten used to your spontaneity ages ago.

The familiar rustling outside his window made him look up from his guitar, a small smile making its way onto his lips. He heard a small bang, which was followed by a small, “Ow,” that made him put his guitar down and walk to his window. Shoving the window open, he looked down.

There you were, dressed in a white tank top, black zip up hoodie, and red plaid pajamas as you grinned up at him. You were climbing on an old garden wall that looked like it was gonna give out at any minute. Ricky always told you to just go through the front door, for the chance of you falling was too high for his liking. You always replied with a, “Well, where’s the fun in that?”

“Help me up, Juliet?” you joked, raising a hand his way as he rolled his eyes with feigned annoyance.

“You’re lucky I like you, Romeo,” Ricky murmured, hiding his growing smile as he helped you up through his window sill.

You fell inside, rubbing your head with a small groan as he closed his window. “Speaking of liking people,” you began, catching his attention almost immediately. “I need your help with, uh, a pressing matter.”

“You like someone?” Ricky blurted, eyebrows raised as he sat on his bed. He could feel the familiar green monster bubble up in his chest, but he pushed it away as you nodded with a sigh.

“Unfortunately,” you grumbled. “It’s some guy from my AP Lang class. But look,” you ignored the look Ricky gave you, “We have a date in like, two days. Can you believe it?!” Your bright smile immediately lit up your face, but it quickly fell when you saw Ricky’s mouth twitch into a small frown.

“Y/N, where are you going with this?” He questioned, his mood deflating at the mere mention of whoever you were interested in. He didn’t like how he felt every time you were interested in someone or when someone was obviously interested in you. It made him feel selfish — you weren’t his to own.

You stood up abruptly, walking next to Ricky and plopping yourself down next to him. You took his larger hand into yours, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as you looked him deep into his eyes.

God, Ricky swore you were trying to give him a heart attack.

“Ricky Bowen,” you started, trying not to burst out laughing at your own dramatic tone, “I need you to teach me how to make out with someone.”

“What— How to— What?” Ricky stammered, a million emotions running through his head as he tried to steady his heartbeat. “Why me?” he managed, swallowing thickly as you tore his hands from yours.

You ran a hand through your hair, oblivious to Ricky’s reddening face as you tried to explain yourself. “Ri, I’ve never had this much of a chance with a guy! I need your help just in case.. y’know..” you trailed off, biting your bottom lip as you looked at Ricky. “Please? And don’t say you don’t know how,” your voice quieted. “I’ve seen you and Nini.”

Ricky furrowed his brows, looking down at his lap. He didn’t want to help you get this guy. “Y/N...”

“Please, Ricky.”

The desperation in your eyes was enough to make him give in with a sigh. “Fine. Scoot closer to me.”

Without a word, you scoot closer to him, moving your legs onto his bed. Your knees were touching his as he followed your movements. You were looking at him intently, and Ricky could feel his heart melt.

Did you not know what you did to him?

“With kissing, you just.. move your lips agains theirs. No tongue yet; we can get to that, uh, later.” Ricky coughed, his heart practically beating out of his chest as he gently placed his hand on one side of your face. “If this guy is really as nice as you say,” the look you gave him made him chuckle softly, “he should be gentle with you. He should treat you like.. like you’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” he mumbled.

Your heartbeat quickened as Ricky moved closer. Oh God, not now.

“Your head should be tilted a little. And you gotta go with the flow. Go at your own pace.” Ricky’s thumb swiped over your cheek, his eyes sincere and heart unsure as he swallowed thickly. “You ready?”

You nodded, moving closer to him. Your foreheads were touching, breaths fanning over each other’s mouths. Nerves flooded your veins, the usual excitement that usually took over your body now replaced with nervousness.

Ricky put his lips on yours. Immediately, your eyes closed, moved moving slowly as you kissed him softly. It felt natural in a way that you couldn’t explain. To the both of you, fireworks erupted in your stomachs and made your insides feel warm.

It was over as soon as it started. You pulled away from each other, foreheads still touching as your eyes met.

“Holy shit,” you both said in unison, smiles gracing your faces as you both laughed. Something changed in your relationship then. You couldn’t pin-point it, but there seemed to be a mutual understanding between the both of you. The laughter soon died out, however, when a sudden surge of need ran through both of your bodies. Teenage hormones.

Ricky pulled you closer to him, planting his lips onto yours and kissing you with a passion that you matched. You felt him back you up against his headboard, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled gently, making a small groan leave his lips.

Pulling away, out of breath and his hair disheveled, Ricky offered you a shy smile as he murmured a small, “Wanna learn about hickeys?” that made you smile cheekily.

“Why not? A girl’s gotta learn somehow,” you replied wittily, making him chuckle and shake his head.

“Did you know your neck has thousands of nerves?” Ricky asked, nudging your neck up as his breath fanned over your skin.

“Mmm, really?” You bit your lip, feeling him kiss a spot below your ear.

“Mhm,” Ricky hummed, kissing along your collarbone. It sent shivers up and down your spine. “For a hickey, you just gotta suck until you leave a mark. Kinda like a bruise, but better.”

You whimpered in response, biting your lip as you felt him leave a mark along your collarbone.

The sound alone made Ricky let out a shaky exhale. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured under his breath, the sudden heat of it all hitting you both like a truck.

You laughed breathlessly, all thoughts about the boy from AP Lang now gone, replaced by your own best friend. You tugged his hair, pulling him away from your neck and pausing to look at him. You brought him back up to your lips, leading the kiss as you threw your leg over his side and straddled him in one quick move.

He looked up at you, chest heaving as you grinned mischievously down at him.

“My turn.”

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a/n: highkey tempted to make a pt. 2. lemme know what ya’ll think ;)

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ricksbowen · 4 years

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one more time | pt. 6

IN WHICH: y/n goes out with ej, ricky’s feelings are too much to bear, y/n goes back to the root of her fear of love.

INSPIRATION: everything has changed — taylor swift ft. ed sheeran, atlantis — seafret

WARNING: this has implications of sex. this series is usually heated, but this part has no smut in it. but i will say that everyone here is 18+ and in their senior year.

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

i need help asap. come over

You sent Ricky that text an hour ago. Usually, he’d be at your house the moment he read it, willing to help out with whatever you needed help with. Usually, he read your texts with a hint of a smile gracing his lips, replying back with some stupid reaction meme he screenshotted off of Instagram.

But when Ricky read your text, his heart plummeted and his mood deflated.

He knew what you needed help with. You had told him everything about your date with Ej, from the time to the places he was bringing you. Dinner, then the movies, then to some of the rarest views in Utah. It sounded like a date that would’ve fallen out of a coming-of-age movie, and Ricky felt like the teenager who got screwed over in every corner.

He didn’t respond for an hour. Ricky kept his mind off of you by writing lyrics in his notebook, guitar in hand as he tried to sort his emotions out. He didn’t want to know what he was feeling, but he wasn’t stupid. Ricky wasn’t blind to the way his heart rate picked up when you laughed, or how an unstoppable smile lifted his lips when you told a terrible joke.

He wasn’t blind to the way he looked at you in a new way when you laid in front of him. You didn’t see it, thank God, but Ricky knew you were going to figure him out at some point.

Ricky prayed that when that day came around, you wouldn’t cut him out of your life.

It took an hour for him to finally drop his things and grab his skateboard. You didn’t live next door, but you lived in the same neighborhood as him. It was helpful for times like these, when one of you needed the other in times of toil ( though this was probably the opposite ).

Ricky walked up to your door, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He raised his fist, knocking at your door twice. He heard you cursing from inside, your footsteps loud at you practically tripped down the stairs. You threw open the door, and Ricky suddenly couldn’t breathe.

The black slip-on dress you wore fit you perfectly, gleaming against the setting sun from outside. Your hair was clipped back with two red clips, and the dangling earrings you wore matched the two necklaces that adorned your neck. Your face was only half done, the powder white against your cheeks as you gaped at him.

“Holy shit, what took you so long?” you asked with an exasperated look, unaware of his lovestruck expression. You reached for his hand, the simple action sending lightning running up and down his arms, and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him.

“I needed help with what I was gonna wear,” you explained nonchalantly, walking up your stairs. The lack of Ricky’s footsteps following yours made you turn to look at him with a frown. “Are you coming?” you asked, worry glazing over your eyes. “You’re being weird.”

The worried tone in your voice made him snap back into reality. He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he quickly kicked his shoes off and leaned his skateboard against the wall. “Right.” Ricky followed you up to your room, regret filling his stomach for even coming over in the first place.

“Anyway, I needed your help for what to wear,” you repeated, sitting in your chair and leaning forward to continue your makeup. Your room was a mess, with your clothes strewn every which way and shoes scattered on the colorful mess.

“Obviously,” Ricky murmured, observing the mess and making you snort.

“I found what I was gonna wear though,” you continued on, occasionally looking at him from your mirror. “But since I like you, lover boy, I’m letting you stay.” You grinned at him through the mirror, smile dropping at the disappointed look he had as he sat on your bed. Something was up; normally, he’d respond with his nickname for you, paired with a witty remark. But Ricky Bowen was being quiet, seemingly deep in thought as he stared at your floor.

“What you said that night when I called helped me out a lot.” Nothing. That didn’t get him to respond. “My parents don’t know I’m going out, so this night may be my last.” Nothing. “A girl asked me if you were single today and I said yes.”

Ricky frowned. But the girl wasn’t you.

You resorted to silence, your theories running wild in your head as you finished your makeup. You stood up, brushing off your dress and walking up to Ricky. Wordlessly, you took his hands into yours and held them. “Whatever is happening to you,” you started, making him look up at you. If you didn’t look beautiful before, you looked like a goddess now. “I hope you know that I love you. A whole fuckin’ lot.”

Not in the way he wanted you to.

“Really?” Ricky forced out past the dryness in his throat, the beaming smile you made making him turn into a puddle of feelings.

“Really. And you know I don’t like saying that, so,” you shrugged. “You must be pretty special.”

Ricky couldn’t help but chuckle at that, shaking his head to himself as he stood up. Your hands still held his, his warm ones clashing with your cold ones. “You’re something else, L/N.”

You shrugged yet again, the cheeky smile on your glossed lips bright. “I try. Hey—“

Your doorbell rang. You and Ricky sucked in a breath, both for terribly different reasons, and you pulled your hands away from his.

“Oh, God he’s here.” You rushed for your jean jacket, throwing it over your shoulders. “Fuck, I was so confident until I realized this is actually happening— can you get the door, please?” you asked, not looking up at you rummaged through your closet for your handbag.

The walk to your door felt like a walk straight into death, and Ricky found himself silently encouraging himself before he opened your door. Ej stood outside, a bouquet of crimson roses ( Ricky knew you preferred white ones ) in his hands and dressed in a simple white button-up and black jeans.

“You’re not Y/N,” Ej stated, making Ricky grin and shrug his shoulders

“No shit,” Ricky remarked, reluctantly opening the door wider for Ej. “She’s upstairs,” he said curtly, words short and cold as he let Ej in. Ricky shut the door behind him, pressing his back against it with a small sigh.

The sound of your bedroom door closing made both of the boys look up to your stairs. A grin appeared on Ej’s face at the sight of you walking down. Ricky only stared, mouth slightly agape. He saw you while you were getting ready, sure, but you still made him breathless. You had never radiated so much beauty, nerves, and excitement in your life.

“Wow,” Ej said, making you smile sheepishly as you pressed a small kiss to his lips. His arms snaked around your waist despite the flowers he had in his hands, smiling against your lips.

That hurt Ricky on a whole new level.

“Not too bad yourself,” you murmured, hiding your nervousness behind your confident comments. You looked at Ricky, smiling gratefully at him, yet not getting one back.

“I gotta go,” Ricky mumbled, words quick as he pulled his shoes on.

“Why?” you asked, still in Ej’s arms as you looked at him. “Ri, are you—“

“I’m fine,” Ricky snapped, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he grabbed his board. He saw the way your excited look dropped into hurt, but Ricky shoved off the guilt and opened your door. “Have a good time,” he forced out, slamming the door behind him.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧⠀.

The sight of your profile picture asking for FaceTime yet again made him gulp nervously.

Ricky knew his outburst would raise your suspicions. He regretted it the moment he left, the image of you kissing Ej replaying over and over in his head like a movie. He knew he had to pick up the phone; not picking up would only make you question him more.

He pressed the green button, running a hand through his hair as he looked at the screen. Your face came up, your makeup still on your face and your dress replaced by a sweater and sweatpants. The usual smile didn’t appear on your face like it usually did; you were staring at him with worry.

“Are you okay?” you asked, gazing at him through the screen. “You kinda left in a hurry, and I thought—“

“I’m fine,” Ricky interrupted, knowing fully well that he was the opposite. He couldn’t let you know. He knew the way you’d react, how you’d cut all ties with him in fear of getting hurt yet again. “How was the date?”

“Pretty good! It felt good being out there with him,” you said with a slight smile, and Ricky immediately knew what came next.

“But?”

“But,” you drawled, shaking your head to yourself. “We both agreed that we were better off as friends. It felt weird,” you scrunched your nose in slight disgust. “Like, we were siblings. It just felt wrong.”

It was almost ridiculous how regretful Ricky felt for feeling relieved.

“I guess I’m a little happy. I mean, if it went somewhere it’d probably just end up broken,” you rambled, eyes set on the sleeve of your sweater as you picked at it.

Ricky frowned. Was this how you thought of every relationship? He never saw you as the pessimistic type ( in his opinion, you were more of a realist ), yet hearing you say that every relationship went downhill surprised him. “You can’t think of every relationship as that.”

“I’m not wrong,” you protested, eyes snapping up to him. “It always goes that way. Someone either falls out of love, break up, or they..” your voice trailed off, eyes blanking out for a second as you went into a ‘stare.’

“Cheat?” Ricky finished softly, making you tune back into reality and nod.

“Yeah. Cheat.”

“Luka! I got take out!” You set the food on his kitchen counter, looking down at your phone and laughing softly at the texts from the theatre group chat that you were added to ( despite the fact that you didn’t join the musical ). Luke gave you a key to his house ‘just in case,’ and while you normally didn’t use it, you only used it for surprises like this one.

The silence that followed after your yell made you furrow your brows. Normally, he’d come down the stairs at your voice, saying something along the lines of, ‘Wow, I love you,’ that would make you blush like a schoolgirl. But there was nothing that followed, and you found yourself walking up the steps of his stairs to try and find him.

“Luka?” your voice was hesitant as you peeked into the rooms leading up to his. But as you neared his door with each step, you heard a sound that made your face contort in confusion.

Moaning.

“Dear God, if he’s watching porn,” you muttered to yourself, walking up to his room and slowly opening it. You expected better, the belief of Luka being the perfect boyfriend strong in your mind as you opened his door.

The sight of Luka kissing another girl, her blond hair splayed all over his pillow as his hips moved from under the sheets sent your idea of him crashing down. He didn’t even see you, too engrossed in the beautiful girl he was hovering over as his speed picked up. Her perfectly manicured hand ran through his black hair, the action making you feel sick to your stomach as you watched. You couldn’t tear your eyes away, disbelief, shame, sadness, and anger washing over you in hard waves.

Luka saw you when you gulped. The girl below him let out a loud yelp, her hands rushing at his sheets to cover herself while Luka stared at you.

Tears were rolling down your cheeks, your hands making no effort in trying to wipe them off. You didn’t even realize you were crying, your eyes dead set on Luka’s shirtless form. He didn’t even try and protest.

“I,” you forced out, swallowing down the lump in your throat as tears pressed hard against your eyes. It was all too much, the want to cry and scream and hit him too much to bear, yet there you stood. Frozen like a deer in the headlights. “I wish you the best,” you muttered past your tears, turning away from them and slamming the door behind you.

You drove to Ricky’s that night. You were sobbing, tears falling down your face like a never-ending stream. You hit your hand on your steering wheel angrily, the realization that he never loved you back hitting you over and over. It had to be a joke to him. The days you spent in bed with him and out, laughing and kissing and playing around as if you were both the perfect couple. Everyone else thought you were.

If only they could see you now.

You rang Ricky’s doorbell, the wind blowing hard against you as you stood outside. The sun had already set, 11 PM hitting the clock as Ricky opened the door. His smile dropped at your tearful eyes.

“Y/N?”

You didn’t say anything, only falling into his arms and letting out a sob. You were a mess of tears and cries, your face buried into Ricky’s shirt as you let your emotions out. Ricky brought you up to his room, laying down on his bed and letting you move into his side, your head on his chest and his hands running through your hair.

It was 12 when you calmed down, the tears still falling yet no sound leaving you other than your sniffles.

“He cheated,” you mumbled, sniffing yet again and feeling Ricky tense up. “I saw them and— and heard their moans and I can’t get them out of my head,” you whispered, voice breaking as you spoke. Your arms were wrapped around him, holding him close to you as if your life depended on it.

“What’d you do?” Ricky murmured, silently scheming a revenge plan in his head. He looked down at you, heart breaking at the hiccups and sniffled you emitted.

“Wished them the best,” you replied. “Trash belongs with trash.” You felt a chuckle rumble up in his chest, the sound making a ghost of a smile appear on your lips. Silence washed over you both, the only sound being your small sniffles until you broke the silence. “Is this what love is?”

You sounded so innocent, so heartbroken asking the question, and Ricky quickly shook his head as he leaned down to press a kiss onto your head. “No. Love doesn’t leave you like this.” He sounded so sure of himself despite his past, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to believe him.

You gazed ahead of you, sniffing again.

You changed that night. Your mindset on relationships, on feeling, on love changed that night with one broken relationship, and a new fear bloomed. You were never the same after that night.

Ricky knew that.

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ricksbowen · 4 years

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Could you write an imagine where Ricky and y/n “hate each other” but actually have feelings for each other and it comes out because at a cast party they’re playing truth or dare or 7 minutes in heaven or something? Sorry if that’s confusing 😂

few more minutes | r.b

IN WHICH: ricky and y/n’s minutes in heaven needs a bit more than seven minutes.

INSPIRATION: feel good inc. — gorillaz

WARNING: this is pretty heated and there’s underage drinking.

A/N: trust me babe, your request wasn’t annoying at all <3 also, idk if i’m even allowed to write smut for ricky so i just wrote a make-out scene.

“Truth or dare? What are we, 12?”

“Apparently,” you heard Gina hum from beside you, leaning back on her elbows as she eyed the others situate themselves in a circle.

“It’ll be fun! Promise,” Carlos encouraged, clapping his hands excitedly as he placed an empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle.

“Yeah, stop being so pessimistic, bubbles,” Ricky remarked from across you, the scowl that appeared on your face enough to make him grin.

It was both your’s and Ricky’s fault why the whole cast was together on a Saturday night with alcohol, karaoke, and movies.

Miss Jenn’s suggestion of ‘hanging out to get to know each other better’ didn’t go as innocent as she might’ve thought. You were the designer for all of the sets, for Miss Jenn had found you walking out of detention for spray painting a mural in one of East High’s many empty staircases.

She made you her artist, as long as you promised her to never vandalize the school again — and you made that promise.

Already, you were known as a trouble maker. You didn’t fit in with any of the ‘theatre nerds’ ( a name you gave them before you fully knew them ) at first, but you all got along.

The only person that was never fond of you was Ricky Bowen.

You had met him due to your job in the play, and it was obvious since the beginning that you both couldn’t stand each other. You went out of your way to piss him off, whether it was by saying little remarks or giving him stupidly lovey-dovey nicknames that made him flush red. Whether it was with anger or surprise, you didn’t know, but he did the same thing to you. His favorite nickname for you was ‘bubbles,’ for he had caught you getting sidetracked from painting by blowing bubbles.

“Carlos, hurry and spin it before Y/N and Ricky start making out,” Ej commented with a laugh, his arm around Nini as she smiled at his joke from behind her red solo cup.

“Fuck off,” you groaned, the group erupting in laughs at your words. They always teased you and Ricky about the sexual tension that was almost suffocating at this point.

“Okay, I’m spinning!” Carlos announced, reaching towards the bottle and spinning it with one flick.

In a span of twenty minutes, Carlos had given you a lap dance, Ej’s hair was tied into little buns on top of his head, Big Red had done a handstand for five minutes straight, Ricky had to kiss Ej for specifically 23 seconds, and you had pulled your bra out from under your shirt and put it back on in a quick move. You were all giggly at this point, just a group of teens laughing at each other as they drank.

Big Red grinned as his spin landed on you— he had something up his sleeve. “Y/N!” Big Red sing-songed, making you roll your eyes with a smile. “Your turn! Truth or dare?” he asked dramatically, leaning back and nearly falling over as he did.

“Better give me something good, Redonovich.” You smirked, bringing the beer bottle back up to your lips and taking a swig. “Give me a dare, Reddie.”

Seb clapped excitedly, motioning for Big Red to move closer to him. “Oh my God! Big Red—“ His words were cut off as he whispered into Big Red’s ear, everyone else leaning in to try and listen. Seb moved away from Big Red, a crazy grin on his face that Big Red matched.

Clearing his throat dramatically ( he was a dramatic drunk ), Big Red pointed between you and Ricky, who had been quiet ever since you pulled the bra trick in front of him. “You and Ricky. Seven minutes in heaven in Ej’s room.”

“Wait— What?” Ej protested, Gina shushing him. Even she couldn’t help the growing smile on her face.

“Are you serious?” you asked with a laugh, looking at Big Red to see if there was a hint of teasing or joking in his face. Nothing; he was dead serious.

“Are you chickening out, Y/N?” Ricky snarked, making you glare at him as you cocked a brow.

Gina nudged you gently. “If you don’t wanna do it, we’re not forcing you.”

You looked at her for a moment, muttering a small, ‘fuck it,’ under you breath before nodding. You had nothing to lose, and life was too short.

Cheers of agreement rang through the group as you stood up, walking up to Ricky and offering a hand. He took it with an annoyed sigh, and you tightened your grip on his hand as a way to tell him, ‘stop being a dick.’

The both of you walked to Ej’s room, grumbles of, ‘This is stupid,’ and ‘If you breathe near me, I swear,’ being shared between you both. The group followed you, Ej’s strict rules of, ‘Don’t do anything on my bed or I swear—“

“Seven minutes in the room, babes! Unless you need more later,” Carlos said with a laugh, leaning against Ej’s door as you both stepped in.

“Don’t forget to pull out!” Was the last thing you heard before they closed the door on you, their laughs and remarks muffled by the door.

“This is bullshit.” You sat next to the door, legs criss-crossed as you ran a hand through your hair.

“You’re telling me. I’d rather be with anyone other than,” Ricky scrunched his nose for extra effect, “you.” He sat on Ej’s bed, letting himself fall back onto the neatly made bed.

“Holy shit,” you laughed humorlessly to yourself, standing up and walking closer to him. “Why do you hate me so much? I haven’t done shit to you!”

“Says you!” Ricky used his elbows to prop himself up, glaring at you as he did. “Ever since the day we met, you’ve been on my ass for every little thing! It’s just, ‘Wow Ricky, sing better!’ or ‘Holy shit, your dance moves suck!’”

“You’re not any better! How many times have you purposely scared me while I was painting so that I could mess up? Or those stupid little nicknames you gave me— what’s up with that?” you questioned, watching as he stood up from the bed with a scowl.

“Shut up.”

“Or what?” you challenged, chest touching his as you looked at him. Your eyebrow cocked up, a mocking smirk on your mouth “Aw, did I strike a—“

Ricky pressed his mouth to yours, his hands holding the sides of your face. You kissed back with the same amount of fervor, lips moving quick against his as all the sexual frustration you had towards him was let out. You moved closer, leading him backwards until he fell back onto the bed.

Ricky’s chest heaved, and you straddled him with a triumphant smile. You leaned back down, kissing him gently ( which totally caught him off guard ) before trailing kisses down his neck and leaving marks.

“Never thought you’d be the dominant type.”

“Shut up, Ricky.”

Ricky let out a breathless laugh that immediately stopped when he felt you grind down, his teeth catching his bottom lip to stop the moan that threatened to escape.

“What— cat got your tongue?” you remarked, moving down harder against him to try and get a reaction out, to no avail. He was keeping his noises back, trying to avoid giving you the satisfaction of hearing him.

So that was the game he wanted to play.

Before you could continue to be on top, you felt him pull you down, switching the positions in an instant as he hovered over you. His lips met yours once again, and you tugged at the bottom of his shirt to remove it. The clothing was soon thrown somewhere in the room, long forgotten and quickly joined by your own shirt.

Ricky swore he forgot to breathe when he saw you toss your shirt over your shoulder.

“Ricky?” you asked, suddenly nervous as you looked up at him. He shook his head, pressing his lips to yours quickly.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Your cheeks bloomed red, making Ricky grin sheepishly as he brought your lips back up to his. Ricky’s lips trailed down, down, down, leaving a mark right above your breast and listening to the panting moan you let out before he moved back up to your face.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked softly.

“Never been more sure,” you replied, looking him in the eyes before kissing him again.

Your hands reached down to his jeans, the need taking over the both of you as you tried to get his clothes off. You giggled softly when he cursed his jeans, his hands reaching down to try and pull them off of him until—

“Do you guys need extra minutes?”

Big Red’s voice broke you both apart for just a second, chests heaving and breaths fanning over each other as Ricky gave you a wide-eyed look.

“Give us like, an hour!” you replied, hearing Ricky snort and try not to let out a laugh. From behind the door, you heard the groans of your cast.

“Pay up, Seb,” said Gina’s voice, victory evident in her voice. “I told you that they were gonna need more time.”

“I can’t believe they’re gonna have sex on my bed,” followed Ej’s voice.

“I’m gonna need new sheets.”

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ricksbowen · 4 years

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one more time | pt. 3

IN WHICH: y/n’s parents are too much, the library’s a perfect opportunity, and ej confesses something in private.

INSPIRATION: best part — daniel caeser, hey there delilah — plain white tees

WARNING: this series will have smut in it and is pretty sexual all around ( read with caution ). there are implications of sex right off the bat, and everyone is 18+ and in their senior year. there’s also family problems mentioned.

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

“Thanks,” you murmured, eyes never leaving your textbook as you took the coffee cup from Ricky.

Five hours of studying in the library. In any other circumstance, you and Ricky would’ve opted to study at either your house or his. But after the new step in your friendship, concentrating was harder. One minute, you’d be listening to Ricky’s thoughts on the subject at hand,

the next you’d be making out on his bed, lips needy and moving quickly.

At least you couldn’t jump onto each other in the library.

You raised the coffee cup to your lips, feeling the hot steam on your skin before you took a sip. Peering past your book, your eyes landed on Ricky’s disheveled form. His hair, wild and completely messed up, was tucked under a dark green beanie you had given to him on his birthday. His black hoodie was pulled over his head, hoodie strings falling loosely down as he wrote in his notebook.

“I got another set at the diner downtown.” You commented, eyes darting back to your book. You could hear him sit up, his chair creaking at every little movement he made.

“You serious?”

“Yeah. Apparently, they liked me so much they wanted me back,” you explained with a crooked smile.

“They’d be stupid not to,” Ricky hummed, his comment making your smile wider as you looked down at your textbook.

The words all felt jumbled up, mixed in a blender to the point where you couldn’t even read them. It was probably the exhaustion getting to you.

Usually, your study dates went like this. You and Ricky, reading in comfortable silence while a few scattered conversations occurred. To you, it was important to have comfortable silences with friends.

“Are your parents letting you go to Juilliard?” Ricky asked, breaking the silence in two and changing your mood almost immediately.

You bit your lip, shaking your head firmly. Your parents were conservative and strict and had always set your sights towards med school or law school since you were born. But sometimes the most rebellious people come from the strictest parents. You wanted to pursue music — you had told them multiple times — but you knew you couldn’t. Not with them breathing down your neck.

“What’re you doing?”

The sharp voice of your mom made you freeze, all hope of going into the school now lost as you turned to her. Your dad stood behind her, his look almost as murderous as your mom’s.

They had always been on the more conservative side.

You shut your laptop quickly. “College applications,” you croaked out despite the feeling of sandpaper in your throat. “Gonna apply for Colombia. Just like I said,” you smiled forcefully, praying that your terrible lie would suffice against their looming look.

“Give me the laptop,” your dad stated, walking into your room and holding his hand out expectingly. You stared up at him, eyes wide as you slowly shook your head. “Don’t make me take it from you.”

“But,” you stammered, eyebrows furrowing and heartbeat picking up. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

Forcefully, your dad took the laptop out of your hands with one swift move. He opened it, the page not locked and protected by your password. He scrolled up, your impending doom hovering over you like an anvil waiting to fall. Then, he stopped.

“Juilliard? The art school?” he questioned, voice hard as his eyes snapped to you. Your mom walked up behind him, peering at the screen. You could see the anger dawn over her face.

You were in for it now.

“They caught me writing my application,” you mumbled, flipping the page absentmindedly. “They yelled at me for hours; nothing new.”

Ricky sucked in a breath, knowing fully well how much your parent’s words affected you. They were ruthless when it came to you. As an only child, you were their sole focus. But that came with consequences and blows to your self-esteem and your mind.

You stood up, letting out a loud sigh and turning to the shelves of books around you. The need for a yet another book pissed you off, and you cursed quietly under your breath as your scanned for a book you needed. Your fingers toyed with the spines of the various books you passed, and you paused when you came to the shelves that most likely had your book.

Hands crept around your waist, and almost immediately it sparked warmth on your skin. You could feel him kiss down your neck, and you automatically leaned your head back against his chest to allow him more access.

Light as a feather, Ricky’s kisses went down to your collarbone before climbing back up to your ear, where his breath fanned against your skin. “You need a break,” he mumbled, gently kissing at the skin under your ear.

You let out a shaky breath, feeling his hands under your shirt. You turned around, not even blinking before your lips met his. His hands picked you up, gripping your thighs and pushing you up against the tall shelves of the library.

“No one’s in the library,” you breathed, a light moan leaving your lips when you felt Ricky bite down.

“And that means?” Ricky asked, his voice sounding so sinfully innocent as he raised his face back up to yours.

“It means,” you drawled, tugging the beanie off of his head and throwing it behind him. “We can be as loud as we want,” you whispered, the feeling of your lips against his ear sending chills up and down his body.

“Or,” Ricky drawled on, grinding against you and watching you throw your head back in ecstasy. “Whoever makes a noise first,” he continued, helping you tug your shirt over your head. He took a second, mouth slightly agape as he looked you up and down. “Loses.”

You hummed in agreement, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and letting it fall behind him. You kissed him passionately, locking lips as if your life depended on it. You took his bottom lip between your teeth, playfully pulling it as you pulled away. You let go, taking in the needy gleam in his eyes as you smirked. “I’m down.”

—

Sometimes it shocked Ricky how passionate you were about singing.

You had been singing for as long as he could remember. Your love for music was once a secret, hidden behind other hobbies like climbing trees or riding bikes up and down the neighborhood streets. It wasn’t until the seventh grade, when Ricky caught you singing in your treehouse with your guitar, did he realize just how talented you were.

You had come a long way. From having Big Red and Ricky practically push you towards talent show tryouts to singing nervously in front of the whole middle school with a guitar that was a tad too big for your arms.

You had stage fright then. The oh-so-bold and courageous Y/N was always rendered into a sputtering mess in front of crowds. You couldn’t perform in front of them, for you much rather loved watching Big Red and Ricky on stage.

But as Ricky watched you play guitar for a small diner with people crowding in to see you, Y/N L/N, sing. He couldn’t help but beam at you from one of the closest tables from the stage.

Alongside him sat all your friends: Carlos and Seb, Big Red and Ashlyn, Gina, and even Ej. He found time in his busy schedule to see you sing.

“You know, I never knew she could sing. Or play guitar,” Gina commented amongst all the commotion in their table, waves of agreement rippling through the group.

“She had stage fright before,” Ricky explained, stirring his drink with his straw, Big Red nodding his head rapidly.

“We basically peer pressured her into joining,” Big Red added with a grin, making everyone laugh.

“She sang at the talent show in like, the eighth grade,” Ej added, his eyes set on you on the stage. Your eyes met his, a nervous smile on your face that you hid behind a thumbs up his way. Ej sent you one back with more confidence, and in a way it calmed you down.

“Y’know, haven’t heard her sing since then,” Ashlyn commented, chin on the palm of her hand as she looked at you adjust your microphone with shaky hands.

“Shush! It’s starting!” Carlos hissed, excitement evident as he scooted his chair in closer to the table and focused on you. Various shushes went through the group, along with childish lines of, ‘You suck at whispering,’ and ‘Shut up!’

“Hey, I’m, uh, Y/N L/N,” you began, listening to the cheers scatter around you, the loudest coming from your group of friends. You beamed at them, their confident smiles settling your nerves as you let out a shaky breath. “I usually sing originals, but I’ve been procrastinating lately,” scattered laughs erupted from your crowd. “Here’s Best Part.”

You cleared your throat, before plucking the strings on your guitar and beginning to sing. Your voice was soft, resonating in the diner like an echo.

Ricky could see the nerves fade away as you began to play, your eyes shutting in content at the ecstasy singing gave you. It was odd, how much music affected your emotions in a positive way.

“If she doesn’t get a record deal in the future I’m gonna be pissed,” Seb murmured loud enough for the group to hear, scattered sounds of agreement coming from them all as their eyes stayed on you.

How could they tear their eyes away? You looked so simple, in a black long-sleeved shirt and a skirt that made your legs look amazing. That, paired with your guitar, made you a singing enigma for anyone who didn’t know you.

As the song came to an end, claps and cheers echoed through the crowd. You beamed, smile brighter than the stars. You almost let out a laugh at how loud your friends were, their cheers trumping over everyone and their claps loud.

“How she doesn’t have all the guys after her is beyond me,” Ashlyn tutted, shaking her head to herself as she sipped her drink.

“Speaking of guys,” Ej murmured, voice low as a conversation began between them all. His voice was only audible to Ricky, who sat behind him and turned to him with a confused frown.

“What?”

“Is Y/N, you know,” Ej motioned with his hands, trying to signal subtly to Ricky. It took only a second for Ricky to understand, his eyebrows going up in realization.

Since when did Ej like you? It surprised Ricky, but as he looked back on it, Ej always did have a soft spot for you. Not that he cared much; Ej was a good guy.

“Seeing anyone?” Ricky finished with a cocked eyebrow. Since when was Ej interested in you? In retrospect, it made more sense; you had always been pretty close to him. “No, not that I know of,” Ricky answered, keeping the unholy thought of you in his bed literally two nights ago to himself. “Why?”

“I dunno,” Ej mumbled, looking down sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck. “Just wondering. I mean after Luka, of course she decided to stay single.” His last sentences were quiet, more for himself than Ricky, but Ricky heard nonetheless.

After your performance, you bowed one last bow to the crowd before you jumped off the small stage, making your way to your friends and letting out a laugh at their exclaims.

“You’re telling me that you’ve had that voice this whole time and you still didn’t try out for High School Musical: The Musical?” Carlos scoffed, feigning hurt while you only hugged him tightly.

“My stage fright would’ve gotten the best of me,” you remarked, the smile of your face never ceasing. You hugged Ricky tightly, his smile almost as wide as yours. He opened his mouth to compliment you before Ej shyly tapped you on the shoulder.

“I was, uh, wondering if we can talk,” Ej said, his voice making the sides of your mouth turn down into a worried frown.

“Sure.” You followed him to the side of the diner, away from the crowds and from your friends. You were unaware of your friends’ eyes on you and Ej, theories already popping up in their minds.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Big Red asked, nodding towards you and Ej conversing quickly. He seemed happy; you looked unsure.

“Either relationship advice or actual problems,” Gina responded, sipping her drink as she spoke.

“Or something else,” Seb added, eyeing the conversation as if it was a dramatic movie playing out in front of him.

Ricky only watched on, curiosity bubbling in his chest as he watched you smile hesitantly and nod your head. Ej’s glowing smile grew, and he nodded to himself. You gave him another smile before turning to the group, smile falling when you saw their eyes on you.

You both walked over to them, your movements hesitant and your eyebrows furrowed while Ej wore a satisfied smile.

You all gave each other another goodbye, your hug with Ej lasting a second longer than usual before you walked out of the diner with Ricky by your side. He was always your ride when it came to your performances.

“What was that all about?” Ricky questioned nonchalantly, breathing in the fresh night air as you walked to his car.

“He wanted to tell me he liked me. He said he had liked me for a while,” you mumbled, voice blatant as you walked. You knew Ricky was looking at you, gauging for any kind of reaction, but you only kept your eyes ahead of you. “It was just something he wanted to get off his chest,” you shook your head. “I dunno.”

“Well,” Ricky cleared his throat, unlocking his car and helping you out your guitar in the back seat. “Do you like him?”

“I haven’t liked someone in that way since Luka.” You shut the door, opening the door to the front seat and climbing in. Ricky went into the driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel yet not moving.

“I thought you got over him.”

“I did,” you said, glancing at him. “It’s just,” your voice trailed off, the memories you blocked out of your own head coming back in waves. You sank into the seat of his car. “I’m not over what he did to me. How much he hurt me.”

Nodding to himself, Ricky started up his car. Hey There Delilah started to play through his speakers, and you looked outside the car window as he backed out of the parking space. Your mood always deflated when it came to talking about relationships. Luka left you scarred in more ways than one.

Ricky knew the friends with benefits agreement allowed you both to see other people. But what you didn’t cover was what would happen if you met the right one while having the agreement with Ricky.

“Are you gonna go out with him?” Ricky found himself asking, eyes never leaving the road for fear of seeing you glare at him. But you didn’t glare like you usually did. You only shrugged, watching the buildings pass by. It was odd to feel so down when you felt like you were on top of the world not even 30 minutes ago.

“I don’t think so,” you said, words unsure and hesitant. “I love Ej — I really do — but I don’t wanna ruin what we have. I know it’ll end badly.” You turned away from the side window, opting to watch the dark road ahead illuminated by the headlights.

“You say that every time someone shows interest in you.”

“You say the same thing,” you fired back, turning to him with a cocked brow as if you were challenging him to continue.

Ricky shrugged sheepishly, eyes snapping to look at you for just a second before returning to the road. “Good point. But if he actually asks you to go out...” Ricky trailed off suggestively, making you snort in amusement and sink deeper into your chair.

“That’ll be a problem if it actually happens. But for now,” you looked at him, managing a smile. “I have nothing to worry about.”

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simply, utterly | pt. 1

IN WHICH: ricky and y/n have hated each other for years. but what happens when a musical forces them together?

INSPIRATION: freaking out the neighborhood — mac demarco, everybody talks — neon trees

A/N: i’ve been writing too many cliches, and i couldn’t help myself.

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7

“Hello, Y/N.”

“Go away, Rick,” you retorted, rolling your eyes as him as you walked down the halls of East High. You could feel his arm go around you, and you glared at him in annoyance, yet did nothing to shove him off.

You had hated Ricky Bowen since the day he cut your hair in kindergarten and made fun of you for being adopted in the 5th grade. In return, Ricky had despised you since you ruined his tie-dye shirt in the third grade and one-upped him at skateboarding in eighth grade. And when he found out you were smartass EJ Caswell’s adopted younger sister? His dislike for you only grew.

Your rivalry had been going on for years. The rebellious Caswell and the skater rat — who would’ve thought that you’d have so much history?

“C’mon, Caswell,” he snarked, grinning at the obvious annoyance in your face as he followed you to your locker. It was a daily routine, annoying you until you felt like punching him in the gut. Ricky took great pride in it — until you decided to punch him in the gut. “You know I hate that nickname.” He smirked, his arm falling to his side as you stopped at your locker.

“Fuck off, Rick,” you stated, giving him a side eye as you opened you locker and shoved your things inside. “What do you want, anyway?” you huffed, slamming your locker shut and turning to Ricky.

Leaning against the locker next to yours, Ricky shrugged nonchalantly as he fixed the straps of his bag. “I just thought that you should know that Carlos put up the cast list.”

“He what?” The only thing you shared with your older brother? Your unfortunate love of musicals. You had auditioned to East High’s production of High School Musical: the Musical purely because of your brother. He was the one in theatre club, not you, but after he heard you sing in your room after he came home earlier than expected, he begged you to audition. In your eyes, your audition went well — until you realized that Ricky Bowen was trying out for the same play.

“Nice job out there,” Ricky commented, his voice sincere for once as he watched you walk away from the stage. He had listened to you act and sing the parts — you were good. Really good.

You didn’t pick up on the odd sincere tone in his voice, opting to roll your eyes and shove it off as sarcasm. “Whatever, Richard.”

You wove through the East High students, mumbling small ‘excuse mes’ under your breath as you made your way to the cast list. Ashlyn was there, staring at the list with a beaming smile on her face.

“How long was this up for?” You asked, squinting at the cast list and looking for Taylor McKessie.

“Not long,” Ashlyn hummed, radiating excitement as she watched your face drop. Your name wasn’t next to Tayler McKessie. You didn’t get cast. “Y/N, hun, look up,” she urged, turning to Ricky with a large smile.

If he were to be honest, Ricky didn’t get a chance to look at the cast list either. He just wanted to mess with you ( as usual ). But as his and your eyes looked higher up on the cast list, you felt the sudden urge to curse out the world and beyond.

“Y/N Caswell as Gabriella Montez,” you read, hearing Ashlyn’s squeal from next to you. But what made you even more sick to your stomach was the casted name below. Your fists clenched at the sight.

“Ricky Bowen as Troy Bolton.”

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A/N: yes, i know i already posted a story today but i’m procrastinating by writing stories lmao

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one more time | pt. 2

IN WHICH: ricky and y/n make a deal, and a promise that they swear to abide by.

INSPIRATION: easily — bruno major, sorry — halsey

WARNING: this series will have smut in it and is pretty sexual all around ( read with caution ). there’s implications of sex right off the bat, and everyone is 18+ and in their senior year.

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

Ricky let out a breath, his sweaty chest against yours as he hovered over you.

You shuddered, fingers gripping his bare back as if your life depended on it. You felt him roll next to you, chest heaving in time with yours.

One time turned into three more times in the same day.

You gazed up at his ceiling, the smell of sex strong in the room and making you dizzy while you turned to your side. His eyes were closed in content, the want to sleep strong, but his eyes opened again to meet yours.

Ricky’s hair was matted to his forehead, curls sticking out every which way due to your study break. A trail of lovebites trailed down from his neck, the marks fresh and red against his skin.

In a way, you were admiring him ( as much as you didn’t want to ). His fingers trailed over your arm, little steps with his fingertips sending shivers down your spine.

“What now?” you murmured, feeling the small steps turn into light sweeping touched over your arm. You didn’t want a relationship; your fear of love got in the way every time you tried, so why bother? You knew he didn’t want one too; after his dilemma with Nini, he wanted a long break from a relationship. You knew because he told you.

“I don’t know,” Ricky mumbled back, propping his elbow up and putting his head in his palm. His hand rested between the two of you, and you found yourself taking it in yours and twiddling with it.

“We don’t like each other,” you stated, eyes darting up to look at him. “Romantically, I mean.”

“We just had round three, Y/N.”

“And that means nothing.” You looked at him, some kind of fear set in your eyes that Ricky could read instantly.

You didn’t like talking about feelings, nor did you like having them for someone. Ricky knew that, for he was the exact same.

“Okay, so that’s all it is,” Ricky concluded, putting his elbow down and laying next to you on his bed. His free arm was over his chest, his other hand being held by you. “Nothing,” he breathed, and the word sparked an idea in your head.

“Friends with benefits,” you said, making him turn his head to you. You could see the frown tugging at the sides of his lips at your proposition. “Think about it; we don’t need to be in love, nor do we have to like each other in that way.”

“But it never works,” Ricky pointed out, eyebrows furrowing.

“We’ll make it work. We’ll stay our old, stupid selves while we,” you shrugged, turning to look up at his ceiling yet again. “Y’know. Have sex without the strings,” Your head turned to look at him, his eyes still set on you while you smiled a cheeky smile. “So? Fuck buddies forever?” you asked jokingly, reaching your pinky finger out to him.

Ricky snorted, rolling his eyes at your antics. You jabbed your pinky farther his way, a small motion for him to go through with the promise. His pinky wrapped around yours, and he grinned at your beaming smile.

“No strings, no feelings?” he asked, for reassurance, and you nodded firmly.

“No strings. No feelings,” you echoed.

The grin you both shared was enough of an agreement.

You didn’t know how many hours had passed.

You pulled yourself up from the bed, stretching your arms over your head and letting out a small sigh at the immediate comfort it brought. You read the clock on the side table: 9:37 PM.

“What’re you doing?” Ricky asked groggily, head still stuffed into his pillow and hair still a bird’s. next as he not-so-subtly checked you out when you stood up.

“Your dad’s gonna be home soon.” You reached down, grabbing your shirt off the floor and slipping it over your naked body. You turned around, Ricky’s eyes quickly averting from you and staring up his ceiling. “Smooth,” you remarked with a smirk, walking past his bed and grabbing your pants and underwear.

“Usually it’s me leaving first,” Ricky commented, his voice laced with guilt. He knew you knew of the one night stands he had during parties. You knew of the girls who fell for him and how he felt the same until his fear of love and being hurt got in the way.

You knew because that was how you felt when you were leaving first.

To you, it was a repeated process of one night stands and half heartened notes left behind. You’d write it on sticky notes and stick it onto their table, always leaving a heart at the end of a message that never meant anything. They were just hastily written messages you pulled out of rom-coms that you could only wish were real.

Those one night stands were a getaway from reality, a small piece of ecstasy that left you guilty. Dates were a rarity that always ended in you smiling guiltily towards people that you believed you had a connection with as you said words that broke their hearts in two. It was harsh, and you cursed yourself for having such a fear of connecting to someone in a way that was romantic, but you couldn’t help it.

Not after last time. Never again.

“Hey, Ri?” You didn’t look at him, focused on making yourself look as presentable as you did before you left. You looked at your wrinkled clothes in his mirror, watching him sit up in bed from his reflection. “Promise me something.”

“Anything,” Ricky responded a second too quick, looking at you through his mirror.

“We won’t ever fall in love with each other throughout this whole thing. I don’t want any other love that wasn’t already there.” Rarely did you ever have a serious tone when you spoke to Ricky. It was saved for the unholy hours of the night, when he ranted to you or when you ranted to him. You were serious, your eyes boring into his through the reflection, searching for the same firmness back.

Ricky nodded, settling back on his headboard. “I promise.”

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one more time | pt. 4

IN WHICH: a nighttime visit turns into a whole other session.

INSPIRATION: she — harry styles, the less i know the better — tame impala

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

The sound of his doorbell going off terrified Ricky in more ways than he wanted to admit.

He had spent five minutes getting ready to answer the door. The metal bat in his hand and the comical hockey helmet he put on were only precautions; who would ring at 12:16 AM? It only had to be a serial killer, and Ricky Bowen wasn’t going to be one of the stupid teens in every horror movie ever.

He was smart. He’d beat them up.

“Okay, Ricky. Just open the door.” Ricky jumped on the balls of his feet, his eyes trailing up to the peephole on his door. He nodded to himself, turning his head to crack it as he continued to hype himself up. “Peephole. Right— peepholes are great,” Ricky muttered, peering through the small hole.

You were standing outside. The rain that was pouring outside didn’t seem to phase you as you stared at the red rain boots you wore.

Ricky’s shoulders slumped ( he totally wasn’t excited for a serial killer to be at his door ) at the sight of you, relief coursing through his veins as he opened the door. Leaning cooly against his doorframe, Ricky managed a smirk past the hockey helmet over his head. “You look glum.”

“And you look stupid— who did you think was at the door?” You retorted, an eyebrow raising in question.

“Freddie Krueger. Jason Voorhees,” Ricky counted the names on his fingers, and even your sadness couldn’t stop the smile that crept on your face. “Hannibal Lector, the live-action Cat in the Hat—“

“You were scared of that movie?” you asked, cocking a brow in amusement. “I should’ve known you were a pussy,” you remarked, laughing softly at the ‘hey!’ he let out. You ducked under his arm, entering his house and shaking the rain from your hair like a wet dog.

“Umbrellas are a great invention.”

“Shut up, Bowen.” You shrugged off your coat, hanging it up alongside the other coats. You knew he was looking at you; rarely did you ever come to his house without a warning. “Stop staring.”

“I’m not,” Ricky retorted, averting his eyes to anything that wasn’t you. He pulled the hockey helmet off his face, shaking the mess of hair he had on his head. He watched you from his peripheral vision, your actions less lively than usual as you made your way to his kitchen. “I’m guessing you didn’t sneak out just for the hell of it.”

“Usually I do,” you answered, eyes darting up and down his pantry for anything edible. You knew you left some chips from the last time you were here. “My parents were arguing again. They were too loud, so,” you reached up for the familiar bag of chips. “I came here.” You didn’t want to get into the details of your parents’ problems. Ricky already knew most of them, from the growing rumors of an affair to your mom’s want to leave both you and your dad. “The only time they can get along is when they’re yelling at me,” you added quietly, almost inaudible.

“Stay as long as you want,” Ricky hummed, coming up behind you and reaching for a box of cereal. You always ranted to him because you knew he understood what you were going through. After everything that happened between his parents in his junior year, how could he not? “I can put on a movie or something.”

“Horror?”

“Sure. We can pick it apart like we always do,” Ricky said with a crooked grin, one that made you smile back. “We are still allowed to do stuff like that, right?”

“Like what?” you asked, making your way to his couch and flopping down on it.

“Normal friend stuff. I mean, we’ve had sex,” Ricky paused, staring up at his ceiling in thought. “Multiple times, In a lot of places,” he turned to the couch where you sat, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Your point?”

“Wouldn’t it be weird?”

“It hasn’t been weird,” you stated, sending him a puzzled look. “Has it been weird for you?”

“No!”

“Then what’s makin’ you change your mind?” you pressed further, the overwhelming feeling of curiosity making you ask him.

Ricky let out a sigh, clicking on a random movie. It seemed cliche enough; teenagers lost in the woods. Normally, the most cliche ones were the funniest ones to pick apart. He threw the remote back onto the living room table. “This girl asked me on a date today.”

Your eyebrows raised, surprised at the lack of emotion you had as you nodded. “Who? What’d you say?” you asked with a beaming smile, shaking him gently and making him let out another loud sigh. He picked a random horror movie, not bothering to look at the summary as he put it on.

“Just this girl I got paired up with for science. I went out with her today.”

“And? You can’t just leave it at that!” you pressed on, leaning into him with a cocked brow. Why didn’t he tell you? Usually you’d help him out with everything when it came to date, from what he was supposed to wear to where he was going to take her.

“She sucked; she kept on judging every little thing I did. All the jokes I made?” Ricky sucked in a breath, feigning disappointment. “She took them too seriously. When I said that I’d kill for a burrito, I actually don’t mean it,” he said, trying to keep a straight face as he felt you hit him as you laughed.

“Holy shit, she thought you were gonna kill someone?” you forced out behind bundles of laughter, throwing your head back as more guffaws left your chest. “I’m sorry, it’s just—“ you cut yourself off, a string of uncontrollable giggles following and making him bite back a grin.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, giggles,” Ricky said, words dripping with sarcasm as he looked at you from his peripheral vision. “I hope a jumpscare bites you in the ass,” he muttered.

“Aw, Ricky,” you sing-songed, nudging him playfully with a shit eating grin. “I’m sorry,” you said, your smile anything but sorry. Ricky still refused to look at you, faking the silent treatment and making you sigh. Ricky pulled his eyes away from the movie, setting them onto you and raising a brow.

“Are you really?”

“No, not much,” you grinned, and Ricky chuckled as he shook his head. He felt you move closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder like you always did when you both had movie nights. It was nothing but platonic.

The movie was watched in silence, the beginning dragging on for longer than you liked before the first teen separated from the group.

“She’s so gonna die,” you muttered, head still on Ricky’s shoulder. You felt him nod, eyes focused on the screen, and the music from the T.V picked up. The tension grew along with the devilish idea in your head. Ricky was staring at the screen with wide eyes, goosebumps rising on his skin, and the girl opened the door—

You let out a yelp. Ricky screamed bloody murder.

Ricky’s chest heaved, hand on his chest as he stared at you with frightened eyes. You were laughing, practically falling off the couch in laughter. Ricky swore he saw tears in your eyes.

“Y/N, stop,” Ricky whined, his high-pitched voice only making you laugh harder and clutch your stomach.

“I forgot how easy you were to scare!” you giggled, trying to calm yourself by breathing deeply.

“Please don’t do it again,” Ricky muttered, face burning with embarrassment.

“Or what?” you challenged, the smile on your face contrasting your glum expression moments before. It felt nice to smile, to laugh without having to worry about people yelling at you to stop. Usually, that was how things worked at your house.

Ricky moved closer to you, your smile faltering just a bit at the slightly determined look in his eyes. You knew the game he was playing.

“What’re you gonna do about it, Bowen?” you joked, knowing fully well what you were doing with him. You saw the way he clenched his jaw, and how the movie suddenly sank into the background as his attention was focused on you.

Ricky leaned forward just as you did, your lips pressing against each other. Your hands go to the sides of his head, pulling him down over you as your back hit the couch. Ricky hovered over you, deepening the kiss and making you let out a small moan in response.

He detached his lips from yours before reattaching them to your neck, making you tilt your head back to give him more space. You felt Ricky’s lips go down, his lips sucking a mark right above where your sweatshirt started to cover your skin. You felt him bite down, making you gasp, and you could practically hear him smirk smugly at the reaction.

Ricky’s hands tugged your sweatshirt up in a silent plea for it to come off, shivers running up and down his body when he felt your hands trail underneath his shirt. Wordlessly, you sat up and tugged it over your head, throwing it somewhere in the living room. You lifted your hips, pulling your pants off and revealing the black panties you wore.

Ricky swore he forgot how to breathe.

In turn, you tugged his shirt off, tossing it behind him. You pulled his joggers down, letting out a laugh when his lanky legs got stuck in them. Ricky sent you a sheepish grin, pulling them down his legs as quickly as he could. That too was thrown behind him, and you pushed him back, making his back hit the couch.

You straddled him, listening to the groan he let out when he felt you grind onto him. Ricky was looking up at you through his eyelashes, his mouth slightly agape as he breathed heavily. It was sinful how innocent he looked under you, gazing at you as if you were a goddess on earth.

To him, you were. To him, you had to be the most beautiful person, inside and out.

You looked down at him, leaning down to his neck and attaching your lips to his skin. Ricky let out a whine when he felt you suck in a mark right under his hear, the sound influencing you in more ways than one.

“Protection?” Ricky breathed, eyes shutting tight when he felt you grind down against him again. You were teasing him, the equally teasing smile on your mouth making him melt into a puddle.

“I’m on the pill,” you mumbled, pulling away from his neck and hovering over his dace. Your eyes were hungry and dominating, sending a sense of thrill down Ricky’s spine as he looked back at you with a lustful haze. It was obvious that he was enjoying it, being under you and having you tower over him.

Your hands went up to his neck, fingers wrapping around it as you grinded down onto him. He let out a moan, hips bucking up subconsciously at your movements. Your hand pressed against his throat only spurred him on more.

You pushed your panties aside.

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The sunlight hit you in the face, making you rub the sleep away from your eyes.

You and Ricky had made it up to his room after having a few rounds on his couch. The stamina you both had was unbelievable, even for Ricky ( who you knew secretly loved working out ).

You opened your eyes, succumbing to the bright light shining through. The cotton white sheets that covered your naked frame brought you warmth, and you gently stretched. Only when you moved did you notice the arms that were wrapped around you, pulling you close to him.

Ricky never did that. He knew that you didn’t like having arms wrapped around you after sex.

You pulled his arms off of you, heart beating rapidly in your chest as you moved to the other edge of the bed. It brought back too many painful memories of him. Ones you never wanted to remember.

“Luka!” you squealed, head thrown back in laughter when you felt the arms that were once sleepily wrapped around you poke you in the stomach. You turned to him, face-to-face with your boyfriend.

“Aw, I never knew you were ticklish, babe,” Luka said, the crooked smile on his face making you roll your eyes. The sunlight that shone through his windows hit him perfectly, showing you the freckles that littered his skin. Your finger reached up, gently touching each of the little kisses of sun that were on his face. You moved your finger between them, connecting them like dots.

“What’re you doing?” Luka asked softly, cerulean blues observing your face.

“Counting your freckles,” you replied, making a smile appear on his face as he pulled you close to him. You turned around, making yourself the little spoon as he held you closer to him.

You moved your legs to the side of his bed, letting them hang off the edge. You let out a shaky exhale, the feeling of Ricky’s hands on your waist burned into your skin. You reached for his drawer, opening it and grabbing a random shirt. You pulled it over your head, standing up and stretching the tension away.

You hated how even the little things reminded you of him.

“Y/N? Are you leaving?” You heard Ricky’s groggy voice ask, his head peeking out from his blankets. His curls were like a bird’s nest, messed up from your hands sifting and roughly tugging on his hair last night.

“No— I can’t do that to you, you know that,” your words were soft, almost pointed towards yourself as you climbed back into bed. You pulled the blankets over you, making sure you kept a distance away from him.

“You okay?” Ricky asked, voice gentle and inviting as he gazed at you. He wasn’t blind to the sudden space between you both, his choice of wrapping his arms around you not even a memory in his mind. You knew he didn’t mean it, that he had always liked holding onto others, but the feeling always left you pained.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled, your eyes meeting beautiful hazel ones as he looked at you.

Ricky observed you, taking in the little details. The messiness of your hair. The small amount of mascara that was smudged under your eye. The blooming hickeys he left on your neck that led to unholy placed under his own shirt. The way your eyes drooped because it was too early for you, and how your hair was a mess of tangles thanks to his hands running through them the night before.

Something changed when he looked at you. Ricky’s mouth fell agape at that moment, and something clicked.

He didn’t know what his epiphany was, but he didn’t want to find out.

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a learning experience | pt. 2

IN WHICH: love terrifies ricky and y/n wants the truth.

INSPIRATION: everything has changed — ed sheeran, story of my life — one direction

WARNING: this is angst and really cliche.

pt. 1, pt. 2

You and Ricky never spoke of that night. He had left without a word, and you brushed it off as his need to do chores.

You wanted to talk to him. You needed to talk to him about the growing feelings in your stomach that you prayed he felt too. But every text message and call was ignored by him. You told him you canceled the date, that your house was open if he wanted to come over, only to get no response. The random Snapchats you sent him were left opened, void of any stupid picture that Ricky would usually send back in response.

Had you done something wrong?

Ricky knew he couldn’t avoid you forever.

You had known him for years. You had seen every weird middle school phase he had, watched him become comfortable in his own skin, and even had baby pictures of you two taking a bath in a sink. You knew him better than he knew himself.

But he couldn’t help but walk the other way every time he saw you in the halls. The marks on his skin seemed burned there, a reminder of the night that he deemed one of the best nights of his life. He kept them hidden under popped collars and tied hoodies.

But every time he saw you, he felt a pit in his stomach. He felt guilty when he saw your face drop before he turned around to avoid you.

You couldn’t get close to him. So you tried other ideas.

“Big Red!” The sound of your voice made the redhead’s eyes widen in fear. Similar to Ricky, he tried to get away, weaving through the crowd of East High students and ignoring the multiple yells of, ‘Watch it, man!’ and familiar voices saying, ‘Big Red, what’re you doing?’

But before he reached the door, praying that you wouldn’t catch up, he felt you grab his hoodie, practically choking him in the process.

“Y/N!” Big Red whined, clutching his throat as he reluctantly turned to you.

“Red,” you whined back mockingly, sighing in exasperation as you crossed your arms. You murmured a small sorry before tugging consciously at your black turtleneck. He knew what you wanted to ask him.

“If this is about Ricky, I can’t help,” Big Red grumbled, shifting his backpack straps. “I’m staying out of whatever the hell you two got yourselves into.” His eyes wandered to the top of your turtleneck, a sudden chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“What?”

“Your turtleneck isn’t hiding that hickey he left on you. Right under your ear.” With that, Big Red turned around, waving you goodbye and leaving you at the door to East High, confused and disappointed.

—

Ricky didn’t get a warning from you this time.

He had stayed in his car for at least an hour now, staring at his steering wheel and listening to the rain pour outside.

You had been on his mind all week. He had been avoiding you, his best friend, all week. And for what— a reason that he was just too scared to confess?

Ricky sighed, turning off his engine and climbing out of his car. He was immediately hit with rain, the water making his hair wet as he walked out.

Closing the door of his car, he turned to his house, eyes landing on the red hooded figure in front of his house door.

You.

He let out a huff. You had pushed him into a corner that you knew would break him. Serves him right for underestimating the one person who knew him the most.

He walked up to you, keeping a stoic face as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “‘Scuse me, Y/N.”

“Richard Bowen, you have a lot of explaining to do,” you snapped, drops of rain rolling down your face as you jabbed a finger at his chest.

You used his full name. That was never good. “Y/N, move,” he urged, trying to dodge your questions.

“No! Why can’t you explain why you’ve ignored me for the past week? Or — how about this — how ever since we’ve kissed, you can’t even look at me in the eyes,” your voice raised in volume with every word, the sound of the rain like white noise in Ricky’s ears.

“Move, Y/N,” Ricky repeated, practically sneering as he tried to ignore the guilt growing in his stomach. He didn’t want to confess. It would ruin everything.

You could feel tears mixing with the water droplets on your face. The desperation took hold of you, throwing you everywhere as you tried to get an answer out of him. “Was it me? Are you and Nini back together? Please tell me the—“

“I’m in love with you, Y/N,” Ricky blurted, eyes widening at the own words coming out of his mouth.

Your face fell, void of any emotion. All the hurtful sentences that threatened to leave your throat felt stuck.

“Before that night — before what we did — I thought it was just a crush,” Ricky explained, suddenly finding it hard to stop his mouth. “But after what we did; God, I realized that I’ve loved you this entire time.” His brows furrowed, swallowing thickly before murmuring, “And that terrified me.”

You refused to look at him now, opting to stare at your wet sneakers. Ricky could feel his heart drop at the action. He messed everything up. His stupid fear of actual love had ruined one of the most important things in his life.

“I didn’t want to lose you like I lost—“ You grabbed him by his shirt collar, bringing his face to yours and pressing your lips against his.

You tasted like rain and tears. The rain was pouring harder now, wetting your clothes and hair, but you didn’t care. The years of emotions came pouring out of the two of you as you kissed under the moonlight, the rain being nothing compared to what both of you were feeling.

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A/N: i didn’t know if i wanted to go the horny route or the angsty route, but oh well. thank you all for the love and appreciation i received on this story <3

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