#that’s literally the plot of homecoming
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Homecoming- Dan Heng x boyfriend!Reader
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Recovery date: January 18th, 2024
Description: henlo! can i ask a clingy and needy dan heng with his boyfriend who has been gone for a week? and pls make it smut, i want to wreck this dragon boy so bad 😩😩😩
Includes- slight plot, bottom Dan Heng, Imbibitor Lunae Dan Heng, blow job, anal
Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution. This was not Beta read, but honestly i feel like it's one of my better smuts.
Word count: 2 138
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“Can I get up?”
Dan Heng looked up from the tablet in his hands and back at his boyfriend. He’s currently curled up in Y/n’s lap, head leaned back against his shoulder, sorting through some of the archives. Y/n’s arms are wrapped snuggly around Dan Heng’s waist, and his head is leaned against his– careful to avoid the horns sprouting from the top of his head.
“But we’re organizing the archives.”
Y/n sighed. He pulled Dan Heng closer to his chest and dropped his face into the crook of the Vidyadhara’s neck.
Dan Heng shifted around, straightening up and rolling his neck. A strange yelp-like sound came from behind him, and he turned around with a raised brow.
“Organizing the archives was not what I was expecting when I said we could do whatever you want.”
A faint pink tinted the tips of Dan Heng’s ears.
“And what were you expecting?”
“Literally anything but this,” Y/n huffed in exasperation, removing his arms from around Dan Heng and leaning back.
Dan Heng laughed. He wasn’t quite expecting that answer.
“Honestly I was expecting you to jump my bones as soon as I stepped in here.”
Dan Heng stopped laughing suddenly, causing him to choke on his own spit and descend into a small coughing fit. Y/n’s eyes widened as he was caught off guard, and he sat back up to pat his boyfriend’s back soothingly. The red that had previously adorned the tips Vidyadhara’s ears had returned much more vividly and spread to his face.
Y/n chuckled and leaned into Dan Heng’s ear, the hand on his back found the window of exposed skin and began to trail up and down. Dan Heng shuddered as Y/n’s breath brushed the shell of his ear and his hand trailed his spine.
“Must’ve been hard for you this last week.”
With his brain turned to mush, all Dan Heng could do was nod slowly.
“Is that why you’ve been squirming against me? Waiting for me to break, thinking of all the things I’ll do to apologize?”
“Yes,” Dang Heng managed to whisper breathlessly.
The hand that wasn’t on his back lifted his chin so that he was looking Y/n in the eyes finally. Now that Y/n thinks about it, Dan Heng had been avoiding direct eye contact since he got back a few hours ago. A smug smirk tugged at Y/n’s lips before he quickly moved in to capture Dan Heng’s lips in a kiss.
As soon as their lips met Dan Heng’s lips parted in a muffled moan and his hands gripped at Y/n’s shirt. His nails scratched gently at the exposed skin of Y/n’s collar, making the man moan. Y/n deftly undid the tie of Dan Heng’s top, the knot was loose already like it hadn't been tied properly. The thought made Y/n laugh against Dan Heng’s lips, much to his annoyance. In retaliation, the vidyadhara bit his lip.
“Gentle,” Y/n cooed as he pulled away.
They were both panting, but Dan Heng still leaned back in without waiting. He missed Y/n though as the man ducked down, gently nudging his chin up with the top of his head, and began trailing kisses down from his jaw to his collar. Dan Heng’s head fell back on instinct.
Y/n took the slight shift in his center of gravity to lower him onto his back.
Dan Heng’s hands slid around to Y/n’s back, pulling at the shirt so it rose up and brought the hem closer to him. Before he could get his hands on it, however, Y/n sat up. He turned towards Dan Heng and moved his legs so that he was sitting in between them before grabbing the hem of his shirt that had slid back down and pulled it off. Then he reached out and opened up Dan Heng’s shirt so that it lay spread out under him.
One of the tails of his top was scrunched up half under him while the other was pinned completely underneath him, and his hair was splayed out beneath that. Y/n leaned back to admire the heavy flush of Dan Heng’s face and the complete mess of his clothes. While on his haunches, Y/n completely stripped Dan heng’s lower half so that his dick was free.
“Have I mentioned how sorry I am for leaving you?” Y/n asked teasingly as he lay down between Dan Heng’s legs.
The vidyahdara’s breath hitched as he mumbled, “Maybe once or twice.”
“Well,” Y/n licked a strip up from the base of Dan Heng’s dick to the tip, earning a moan as he gripped at the sheets of his bed, “that’s not nearly enough, now is it?”
Y/n didn’t wait for an answer, the question was rhetoric anyways, before he slowly took Dan Heng’s dick in his mouth. A loud moan echoed through the archive and Dan Heng’s claws broke through the sheets while one of his legs wrapped around Y/n’s body. Y/n gripped at his boyfriend's hips as they bucked up, making him gag and pull back with a glare.
“Hey,” Y/n scolded, landing a gentle smack to Dan Heng’s hip which made him buck up again, “I’m trying to apologize here and you’re trying to kill me.”
“Sorry, please, continue.”
With a smile, Y/n leaned down again and quickly sunk down to the base. Dan Heng moaned, toes curling from pleasure, but when he went to buck up this time Y/n pinned his hips down with his arm. He looked up at Dan Heng through his lashes, catching his eye, and then ran his tongue along the shaft before starting to slowly move up and down– allowing his tongue to trail the underside as he went.
The slow movement was torture for Dan Heng who was quickly shredding his bed as he struggled to squirm against the weight over his waist. Everytime he went to buck against Y/n unconsciously, the man would press down further on him which only made it worse. His gasp and moans filled the room, accompanied by the occasional broken plea for more.
More what? He wasn’t sure, his mind was too hazy to actually form a coherent thought, but more sounded like what he wanted.
And more, he got when Y/n pulled off him– making him whine– and grabbing the lube from the back of the shelf that had become something of a bedside table. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, until they were practically dripping, which only worked Dan Heng up more, and then took Dan Heng back in his mouth. This time his non-dominant arm held down his boyfriends waist as he slowly ran his fingers around Dan Heng’s butt hole before pushing one in.
With his non-dominant arm, Y/n didn’t have the strength to hold Dan Heng down completely but he didn’t mind. He was expecting it this time, and so he didn’t pull back when he gagged. Dan Heng’s grip moved from the shredded sheets to the arm Y/n had laid across him, the pads of his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he used the last bit of clear thought he had to avoid clawing the man. The leg up on Y/n’s back twitched.
A sudden gasp came from Dan Heng, followed by what sounded like words but they were too slurred and breathless to be sure. His hips twitched, bucking up and squirming away. Trying to grind down on his fingers and escape the oral stimulation while every shock of pleasure had him chasing more. Y/n slowly added a second finger, stretching Dan Heng out as he slowly spread them. That was what broke him.
Dan Heng’s claws dug into Y/n’s arm, ten even puncture marks drawing blood and creating scratches as his back arched off the floor and he came with a long moan. It trailed off into whimpers as Y/n swallowed his release and pulled back again with a pop, chin covered in drool and stray dribbles of cum that he tried to lick up, and his finger kept stretching him out.
With no risk of choking, Y/n let Dan Heng squirm around as much as he wanted. He whipped his chin off with his previously discarded shirt and leaned over Dan Heng to pepper his face with kisses.
“Please,” Dan Heng gasped, eyes going glassy with tears.
“Please, what?”
“I need you to fuck me.”
“Whatever you want, handsome.”
A quick peck to his lips and Y/n sat back to take his pants and underwear off. Dan Heng’s eyes seemed to glaze over even more at the sight of Y/n’s dick, and his previously softening dick was quick to demonstrate his excitement.
The lube was opened once more, but before Y/n could pour any out Dan Heng had sat up and taken it from him. The vidyadhara poured some into his hand before wrapping it around his boyfriend’s dick and watching the man shudder. Watching Dan Heng come apart early had been a test of strength, but this was like telling him… well telling him not to cum. He grabbed Dan Heng’s wrist just as the man started picking up speed.
“Lie back down.”
Hesitantly, Dan Heng did as he was told and Y/n lifted one of his legs up onto his shoulder as he lined himself up. He leaned down to kiss Dan Heng as he slowly entered him, muffling the drawn out moans. Dan Heng, meanwhile, grasped helplessly at the back of Y/n’s neck as the lingering sensitivity from his first orgasm drove him crazy. His dick was pressed between the two of them, rubbing against their abdomens every time Dan Heng twitched or Y/n sunk in further.
“Gonna move,” Y/n whispered against his lips before slowly pulling out and pushing back in.
Dan Heng clenched around him, forcing him to stop every so often so that he didn’t hurt him. After a few slow thrusts, Dan Heng relaxed enough that Y/n could move at a consistent pace. The room filled with the wet sound of skin against skin, panting, and Dan Heng’s moans and whimpers.
Y/n laughed breathlessly as the vidyadhara began to mumble about how it was too much, his claws raking against Y/n’s back as he struggled to ground himself.
Underneath the hand he had on Dan Heng’s thigh, Y/n could feel the muscles tighten as the man grew closer to another release. He shifted a bit to adjust his grip, and when he thrust back in Dan Heng’s entire body twitched as he let out a particularly loud moan. So he hit the same spot again, and again, and again until tears began to drip from Dan Heng’s eyes.
His incoherent babbling left Y/n guessing at what he wanted, so he pulled back so that he wasn’t hanging over Dan Heng anymore and wrapped a hand around his dick. He brushed his thumb over the tip, more focused on keeping the rhythm of his thrusts than jacking his boyfriend off, and then gave two leisurely pumps before Dan Heng came all over his hand and their abdomens.
“Cu-Cumming,” he moaned out just a second too late as he shuddered and tensed.
Y/n laughed, lowering his leg from his shoulder and gripping his hips before chasing his own release. Having shifted he was now right next to the spot that had his boyfriend screaming, leaving Dan Heng to squirm at the overstimulation that bordered on too much.
“Think you have one more?” Y/n teased as Dan Heng’s dick seemed to harden again.
“I- No, I don’t- know,” Dan Heng gasped, trying to catch his breath through the overstimulation.
“Well, I guess we’re about to find out,” Y/n hummed as he adjusted to hit the same spot as earlier.
Dan Heng’s legs wrapped around his waist as choked moans and teary whimpers escaped his lips. It was all too much, and he barely registered Y/n’s warning that he was about to cum. The sudden warm feeling of being filled had him cumming again as Y/n’s thrusts slowed.
When his head finally cleared, Y/n had pulled out and was resting their foreheads together as he caught his breath.
“Fuck,” Y/n sighed. “Would you please get a proper room, we could really use an on suite bathroom like March.”
Dan Heng laughed, hand running soothingly against all the scratch marks he’d left along his boyfriend’s back.
“Or I could just move into yours.”
Y/n’s eyes opened, looking into Dan Heng’s, and he smiled.
“That works too.
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In the mood for...
Apr 9th
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1. ITMF fics with (a) good and well-developed original characters! i really enjoyed "I told you when I came I was a stranger" and would really love to read more like these. also looking for (b) fics where wwx is brought back in an OC's body, where their identity matters to the plot (eg politically), like "The Housewife’s Guide to Causing Chaos" (wwx brought back as a yu) & "Everyanything" (wwx brought back as qin su).
would still like wangxian to be tgt, & complete/actively ongoing fics only please. thank you!!!!! @potatokunst
1B)
There's the wwx resurected in other people's bodies comp, but more specifically,
❤️ Beauty and the Boot by PTchan (T, 44k, wangxian, summoned by f!oc, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Genderbending, Denial, Fem!WWX, WangXian kids, Crack-ish, WIP) would probably fit
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2. Hey there! For the next itmf:
I want fics where wwx is in love with lwj, and he knows it too. So I don’t care if its time travel or anything like that, I just wanna see wwx treating lwj good/like a spouse while being aware that he’s doing it.
And even greater would be, if lwj was very much confused/ in gay panic mode/ horny for it .
Thank you :3 @desperation-is-my-middle-name
two guys r in love thats literally it by victortor (M, 11k, wangxian, Time Travel, the fluffiest thing ive ever written)
When the Words Stop Coming by mrcformoso (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canonical Character Death, Love Confessions, Rejection, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Trauma, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending) more of an angst take honestly but it fits the prompt?
And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together)
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3. Hi! For ITMF, can you suggest fics where it picks up soon after the novel ends and explores wangxian’s relationship and how it develops?
Or just fics where wwx learns to take up space/ adjust to gusu and in lwj’s heart?
Thank you for your help, always!
And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Cloud Recesses, settling down, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ)
call me home and I'll build you a throne by anaphoricae (E, 51k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Cloud Recesses, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Self-Indulgent, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy... and then Sexual Intimacy, Lán Juniors Gossiping about Wangxian, as a treat, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, little hurt lots of comfort, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, iMutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, LWJ in braids agenda, Sharing a Bed, WWX's Birthday, Semi-Public Sex, Cold Springs, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX, turkish translation)
I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner (M, 28k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Love Letters, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Literal Sleeping Together, Intimacy, CQL Compliant, No Plot Just Feelings, First Time, Two soulmates figuring their shit out, Let Hanguang-jun talk about his feelings agenda, Podfic Available)
my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Part-epistolary, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Marriage Proposal, Homecoming, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again)
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4. hello! for itmf any fics with wei wuxian and mo xuanyu? smth like i'll take a secondhand monster by stratisphyre
tysm<3 @r3n-vy
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5. Hi! Hope u r having a great day!
Do you know any good wangxian fics where LWJ leaving cloud recesses along with A-yuan and raise him on his own? You know, before WWX's return? I remember reading one where LWJ competely fell off the radar once. Sadly, i can't recall the name. Pretty please @grrumpywoof
❤️ And Miles To Go Before I Sleep by Glitterbombshell (T, 23k, WIP, WangXian, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, LXC is not really a good brother in this sorry, Canon Divergence, rogue cultivator!lwj) It's a WIP that hasn't updated since 2020, but there's this
Home isn't Where the Heart is. by Hauntcats (Not rated, 7k, wangxian) Jingyi comes along too here
The Best I Can by Zephyr (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 26k, LJY & WWX, wangxian, WWX talking to his donkey, Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Drama, Recovery, Coming of Age, Secret Identity Fail, Friendship, Rogue Cultivator LWJ, Road Trips, POV Multiple, Happy Ending)
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6. Hi!!! Thank you, you are all amazing and this place is magnificent!! Well, In the mood for... A) Fics were Wei Wuxian raised or helped raised the Juniors, all of them, modern if possible, I just finished The Edge of Night by Hobbsy3 and the relationship with the kids is so amazing, even if is not the central theme also B) Zombie themes fics, similar to the previous one, modern to if posible with happy ending!! Thank you so much for everything!! Be well :) @monicaop21
6A)
🔒 and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They're Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending, podfic of and having a marvellous time by varnes by Spinifex) not modern but WWX raises all the kids
6B)
Darkness Before the Dawn by Selenay (E, 64k, wangxian, Zombie Apocalypse, Modern With Magic, Necromancer WWX, Reunions, toddler A-Yuan, There Was Only One Bed, There are zombies but not graphically horrific zombies, Angst with a Happy Ending, Find a home in the middle of an apocalpyse)
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7. Academic rivals wangxian? :<
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8. For the next itmf! I wonder if there are any fics where the lan and nie bros are really close and then wwx gets added into the mix, and there are shenanigans! Things like the lan/nie bros having a problem that only wwx can solve, or the bros discover how wwx's been treated by other people and get super protective. I just read With This Shadowed Blade and discovered that I very badly want to read more of this dynamic! Thank you all!
Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, wangxian, modern, slow burn, kid fic, found family, it gets worse before it gets better, PTSD, blood and injury, dissociation, trauma, angst w happy ending, musicals, alternating pov, JC & WWX reconciliation, hurt/comfort, panic attacks)
Debts of a Child Part 2 by Hauntcats (M, 111k, WangXian, YZY Bashing, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Angst and Feels, lots of anger, JC Bashing, not Jiang friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Content warning for icky spiders in later chapters.)
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9. Pls pls next itmf secret relationship wangxian? Bonus points if it’s CRA but modern au or post canon or whatever is great too I just need it (I have read a few where their families don’t believe they’re dating but I want them hiding it)
Silenced With A Kiss by NinjaKK (E, 132k, WIP, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Flirting, Teen Romance, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Soft WangXian, WWX in WWX’s Body, Secret Relationship, Falling In Love, First Kiss, First Dates, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Canon Divergence, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Ripple Effect, First Time, Fluff and Smut, Optional Smut, Supportive LWJ, BAMF WWX, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Has an Angry LWJ Kink, Drunk LWJ, Gusu Lan Alcohol Tolerance, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect)
A Guide on How to (not) Have a Secret Relationship by Grapesey (YumGrapeJuice) (T, 6k, wangxian, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Boys Kissing, they are horribly in love, WWX is a Little Shit, LWJ is So Whipped, WWX is obsessed with LWJ's hair, JC is So Done)
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10. For the next itmf could I see if we could find any fics where mo xuanyu is adopted by wangxian. I’ll take both modern au and canon type fics
a thousand fragile and unprovable things by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Trans Male Character, Trans MXY, MXY Deserves Happiness, Best Dads Wangxian, Handwaving The Legal System With The Power of LWJ, A little bit of angst, mostly soft, Happy Ending, Gender Happiness, Let LWJ Wear Skirts Agenda, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)
silk linked together by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 6k, LWJ & MXY, Wangxian, Modern, Autistic LWJ, Cellist LWJ, LWJ, Runs A Rabbit Rescue, MXY Deserves Happiness, Fluff) which ends w/ both wangxian relationship and Mo Xuanyu adoption in process.
🔒 and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They're Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending, podfic of and having a marvellous time by varnes by Spinifex) (link in #6A)
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11. Hello! ITMF current wips? For the last few months Truth Will Out has been super fun to keep up with, but now it is complete I would love to find other wips to follow! Any genre (canon, au, or modern) and any topic/plot! Preferably something that updates with relative frequency, like weekly or every other week. Thank you so much!
No Matter What You Are by LilyFaraday (M, 209k, wangxian, WIP, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Female WWX, MXY is a girl in this one and WWX has to deal with it, Genderbending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, A lot of comedy coming from WWX dealing with being a girl, and also using it to his advantage, Marriage of Convenience, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, no miscarriage)
A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 84k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, graphic depictions of violence, underage, LWJ pov, JC pov, dark LWJ, manipulation, grooming, teen body adult mind for LWJ, happy ending for wangxian, problematic consensual underage sex, blood & violence, insane LWJ, manic LWJ) My current MDZS WIP is the A Matter of Time Series, it's currently on worlbuilding extras before the actual sequel. It's update about monthly but considering the amount of thought and worldbuilding and the size of this series I think that's pretty fast hahaha make sure to read the warnings first!
once upon a time, 很久很久以前 by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (M, 69k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, WIP, Modern, Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Not Everyone Dies AU, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, WWX is sad and down bad, Single Parent LWJ, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Once Upon a Time Fusion, Curses, part of the fun is figuring out how to make these characters as miserable as possible :) ) may i offer up my wip? Updates arent thay frequent cause each chap is over 15k but im hoping to post the next chap this month!
🔒 The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 51k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, WIP, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang Sect Friendly, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, Not YZY Friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gusu Lan Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Protection Squad)
A-Yuan's Big Adventure by KatanaHatake (G, 13k, wangxian, WIP, Time Travel, transmigrator LSZ, Found Family, Canon Divergence, Parents LWJ & WWX, People believing WWX birthed A-Yuan, Eventual Happy Ending, Accidental Baby Acquisition)
We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 273k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, WIP, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives AU, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX's Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings)
🧡 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal (T, 266k, WIP, WangXian, Ridiculously Long Notes, History, Canon Divergence, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF WWX)
At heart by apathyinreverie (M, 28k, wangxian, WIP, Dark LWJ(Ish), Amnesia, WWX gets to be Not Okay after the BM, Hurt WWX, Recovery, Caring, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, some definite manipulation, but not everything is as it seems, not nearly as dark as the tags make it sound, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, kind of, Domestic WangXian, Fluff, WWX Goes to Gusu, Possessive WWX, WWX happily atticwifing away, Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ)
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12. Itmf for qiongqi path divergence 🖤
The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts)
when you're doing all the leaving (then it's never your love lost) by tardigradeschool (T, 23k, wangxian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Fix-It, the inherent eroticism of under robes, Golden Core Transfer, LWJ finds out about wwx's missing core and says i have plenty to go around)
the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending)
in this place where we don’t have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WWX dies at Qiongqi path, Demonic Cultivation)
Home and the Heartland by Witch_Nova221 (T, 210k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, Slow Romance, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Discovery, Golden Core Reveal)
isn't there a Qiongqi Path canon divergence comp?
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13. itmf fics with Lan Wangji laughing/smiling/giggling etc. The bts of The Untamed with Wang Yibo laughing his ass off are killing me and i need LWG just being happy and laughing now
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14. An ITMF ask: I am looking for fic where WangXian's marriage is being arranged but one or both of them simply don't know about it until late in the game -not just "everyone knows but them" but literally they are being measured for wedding outfits and are clueless. Pining a plus! HEA pls! <3 @kimboo-york
Searching for a Heart by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, married at first sight au, this is basically modern arranged marriage, Getting Together, Reality TV AU)
Lead Me On Through by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 54k, wangxian, Alternate Universe, Arranged Marriage, Practice Kissing, practice other things, horny boys in love, questionable logic, Questionable Choices, they're dumb but cute, but dumb, but really cute, slight knives, Happy Ending)
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15. itmf modern au inventor wwx, similar to kizukatana's Truth Will Out? thank you for all that u do 💗
💖 One Can Keep A Secret (If He Does Not Know It’s There)by H_Belle (T, 5k, wangxian, NHS & WWX, modern w/ cultivation, inventor WWX, secret identity, identity reveal, YLLZ WWX, rogue cultivator WWX, pining LWJ, WWX pov)
There's An App For Everything by Sweetlittlevampire (G, 4k, wangxian, Modern Cultivation, Rivals to Lovers, Friends To Lovers, Competition, Demon fighting, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Night Hunts, Wangxian x Caves is the real ship here, Happy Ending, Humour)
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16. hi hi! could you recomend any fics where Lan Yuan grows up in Lotus Pier? thank you <3 @nyxiblue
What Remains After the War by Swan_Song (T, 41k, JC & LSZ, JC & JL, JL & LSZ, JL & LJY & OYZZ & LSZ, JC & WWX, WIP, Canon Divergence, LSZ is a Jiang, Good Uncle JC, Cousins JL & LSZ, JC Needs a Hug, JC Needs Therapy, The juniors solve a mystery, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Good Uncle LQR, he tries his best, LSZ Needs a Hug)
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17. ITMF any fics where other characters preferably Jin zixuan has an unrequited/one sided crush on Wei Ying. Could be any setting preferably Canon/Canon divergence or with some sort of cultivation and wangxian end game. Gimme all you have please @linossock
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Hi I love your RWRB stories.
How about for the AU fun facts game a high school AU and one of them is the popular jock and the other is the unpopular nerd?
Hi there, and thank you! ♡ What a lovely idea! Here goes:
It's when Henry scores a touchdown at homecoming that Alex falls in love with him. Not because of the touchdown itself - fuck knows Alex doesn't care about sports - but because of the way Henry looks after. The big fancy screens in the Fox Memorial Stadium show an absolutely irresistible closeup; Henry covered in mud and grinning from ear to ear, his happiness contagious as he pumps his fist in the air. He looks like he doesn't have a care in the world. It's wonderful to see.
It so far from what Henry's expression has been for the past year - since they had reason to rename that goddamn stadium in the first place.
They meet in the school library. Although meet isn't really the word for it. Alex is late from his practice session with the mathlethes and is half-running so he won't miss too much of this week's model UN. Henry is holding court for his many adoring fans right by the classics section. And maybe it's an accident that Henry trips Alex over and makes everyone laugh, but that doesn't change the fact that it happens.
Alex bats Henry's hand when Henry tries to help him to his feet. He hurries away; he's fucking late. And he's got much more important concerns than self-obsessed jocks who can't stay out of people's way. Even when they're as pretty as Henry.
Alex doesn't expect Henry to seek him out after that. Henry's got literally no reason to, not least because Alex is absolutely nobody. Henry, on the other hand, is more popular than the goddamn school mascot - no offense to the indomitable Mr. Wobbles, a most ferocious kitty, but he's got nothing on a certain Fox.
But Henry waits by Alex's locker every day for a week. First to apologize, then to continue their conversation about sci-fi movies, then to ask Alex to lunch with him, then to lend Alex his copy of "Girl, Woman, Other", and finally to invite Alex to his next game. Alex rolls his eyes and goes on a rant about unequal school funding for dumb sports versus everything else.
It's only when Alex gets to his math class that he realizes Henry might've just asked him out.
Pez is cheer captain and choreographs a whole routine for the sole purpose of wooing June. June is absent from the game as she's away at a student journalism meet. Sadness ensues. Henry comforts Pez. They stay in the locker room and feast on a bucket of popcorn until the coach finally kicks them out.
They both miss Alex who was waiting with flowers outside.
Alex attempts to return Henry's copy of "Girl, Woman, Other" to Pez in order to avoid speaking to Henry. He must've misunderstood. Henry hadn't asked him out after all. It was all in his head.
But Pez, who's great at spotting prime opportunities for grand gestures, springs to action. He quickly repurposes the cheer squad's 'woo June' routine to a grand promposal starring none other than Henry Fox. Pez isn't a man to let a good split-lift go to waste - especially not when it could help his best mate find true love.
Henry declines performing the split-lift, which is his loss, but he does perform the promposal. Alex is speechless. He kisses Henry for the first time in the middle of the football field.
For Henry's next game, Alex shows up with the classic game day face paint: grey whiskers (inspired by none other than Mr. Wobbles) and a blue heart on his right cheek. The way Henry kisses him after their win gets them both banned from the dance that same evening. Whoops. The football team, the cheer squad and the mathlethes all ditch the dance as a result. Pez organizes an expertly decorated alternative gathering within a minute and a half. It is technically impossible, but nobody thinks to question it. They all dance the night away. The end.
... okay, so this isn't five things that happens in the AU as much as the whole plot of it, but I did list it as five bullet points, so go me? And in any case, this was very fun! Thank you again for the ask! ♡
#firstprince#red white and royal blue#rwrb#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#fanfiction#evie writes#alternate universe#ask game#answered
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this might be an unpopular opinion but actually i think that in homecoming mcu peter was very well characterized? i thought he brought the sass and was very headstrong and i think that's why that film is my favorite out of his, he was throwing himself into situations without deliberation with just a very restless and agitated feel to him at points, and actively driving the plot forward in a way that to me felt very baby peter. i think that fanon (like irondad, woobifying him in fics etc) has contributed to a perception of him that isn't super strong in actual canon. i also think the writers would benefit from reading your tags on that post lol, cause mcu spidey is at his best when HIS choices are actively driving the plot, and at its weakest when hes reacting to things happening to him like in far from home. there's potential for spidey 4, there's a lot of room for angry, broken, but hopeful peter, and i'm sure the mcu will disappoint me but i am a fool and live in hope :')
i guess you have some kind of a point there, and i can see the point you're making - but – i think where it doesn't work is that we never actually get an inkling as to why peter's restless and agitated. why he cares so much about being a hero. why he wants to. when like, in civil war he actually kind of didn't want to get involved with the avengers. he was blackmailed into it. so why that 180?
no consistency in the mcu. no consistency at all. i hear that writers don't even consult each other between movies, and i believe it ,, considering how much whiplash i consistently get from mcu character motivations. (constantly thinking of civil war where hawkeye tells scott "you might go to jail for this", and scott says "yeah well what else is new" nonchalantly, like he didn't just fucking have an entire movie where is whole motivation was "i do not want to go to jail because i want to be with my daughter." what the fuck?? what the fuck mcu??? what the fuck?????????? the mcu does this with literally every character too. tony destroying all his armor in one movie and the next one making ARMOR FOR THE WORLD??????????????? 180s just across the board. we're gonna do a thing and then 3 seconds later we're gonna do the exact opposite thing. i hate the mcu.)
in the comics we entirely understand why peter is agitated and restless. we've seen it. we see his justification literally on the front page of his first appearance in amazing fantasy #15.
the world mocked timid teenager peter parker. so peter wants the world to see the awesome might of spider-man. there you go. that's why he put on the stupid tights. we get it. two sentences and we get the whole schtick.
we pointedly do NOT get to see what kind of kid mcu peter parker was before the spider-bite. we never get to know. we do not know what changed. he doesn't even talk about it. not even freaking once. he never laments that he used to be weak. he never expresses the sentiment that his life has improved now that he has powers, or even what having powers really means to him. just a "i've got powers now. guess i have to become a hero. i guess." there's no motivation for him at ALL. power doesn't mean a thing to him. he's just some kid who has powers i guess and who else is kind of super? uh? tony stark?? yeah okay i wanna be tony stark i guess.
IT ALL MEAAAANS nothing!! ! ! ! ! ! nothing fucking at all!!!!!! it's actually SO SO missing the point of spider-man entirely to not pay any mention at all to who peter parker was before the spider-bite. that lives in him every day. it's an ANXIETY that lives in him every day of his life. it's something really important for you to know about peter. in every issue spider-man is IN, this anxiety manifests in some kind of way, in everything he does.
we never see what's changed for him, how it affects his dynamic with his friends, with aunt may, with anyone. it's barely a source of tension for him because actually, his secret identity is thrown around like it's a joke. it baffles my mind how much the mcu misses the mark with spider-man, actually. whenever i think about mcu spider-man i discover some new way they misunderstood spider-man. i didn't even think about how much is missing from just the omission of pre-spider-bite peter parker. it's such a vital part of spider-man's motivation that's been wiped. his motivation in the mcu is so, so vague. his motivation is the same as any kid who has seen an iron man movie. "hey that guy can fly. i want to fly too. and i want to buy iron man action figures and i want a cool suit too." uhh?? yeah?? what kid doesn't?? lame. lame and weak. mcu peter parker doesn't have a unique personality trait to differentiate him from any 10 year old who's watching these movies. weak and lame.
#sci speaks#sorry i wanted to be more on your team anon because your ask is sweet and optimistic and i wanna be sweet and optimistic too#but every time my brain gears start churning over the mcu i find new ways to hate it#sci talks movies
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I think the reason I love Grace Chasity so much is because she doesn't fit the mold of a lot of female characters in media, especially in musicals.
A lot of musicals only have women as love interests, so creating a character who's primary motive is to get rid of her love interest feels innovating to be honest.
Also, I love the fact that Grace losing her chastity didn't just cause her to become non-religious or reject her religion at all. She was doing it to save her friends, but she still wants to rid the world of horny men, just like she wanted to stop the Homecoming dance because of the same horny people. Just because she gave up her chastity doesn't mean it's still not important to her— it's still her most cherished thing.
Grace is literally the main character of NPMD. Sure, Peter and Steph have their whole romance arc and a lot of songs, but Grace is the only one who truly caused and fixed the issue that drove the plot of the musical. She made the plan to scare Max, and then she had sex to stop Max. She couldn't have done it without the others, but it felt great to watch this because typically the true main character is one of the people in the primary romantic relationship.
And the fact that all Hatchetfield musicals have a sad ending— sure, NPMD would've been sad already because of the deaths, but it seemed as if things were going to be fine in Best Of You. And then Grace shows up, realizing that there isn't just one god over the Hatchetfield universe and embracing that magic exists, while still believing in her religion because fuck you. Her chasity is important, and she will destroy all the men that make her feel even the tiniest bit attracted to them.
In conclusion, Live laugh love Grace Chasity (I still need to watch Abstinence Camp so idk everything about her yet)
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*HSMTMTS SEASON 4 SPOILERS*
Question; Is it already appropriate to stop putting a spoiler warning on my posts? lmao
Anyway, Let’s talk about 4x05 specifically, Ricky’s line “Last summer, I was terrified, when I realized i had real feelings for gina.”
Because maybe this will put the pw/rini fans down and help them accept that rina is and was supposed to be endgame no matter what happened with liv and josh. Also, I’ve literally never seen anyone talk about this and maybe i’m just exaggerating lmao.
I think Ricky could have just as easily said something along the lines of “when i realized i had feelings/ when i realized i developed real feelings for gina” but he didn’t. Because he knew he liked Gina from the moment she kissed his cheek in that orange bug after homecoming, we’ve seen them flirt and we’ve seen him shoot a shot several episodes after that and I don’t know about you but i don’t give a spin hug to my friends. He stopped pursuing Nini as soon as gina came into the picture and that’s a fact, they didn’t bring the rickyxnini couple storyline back until after Gina moved, he didn’t actively pursue nini until Gina told him to stop calling and even then he kept texting her and we see him distracted throughout the next episode, the almost kiss didn’t happen until after Gina had replied and told him they were leaving early, only once he knew gina was completely out of the picture, did he go back to nini. He said it himself, he reverted back to his old self because he didn’t have gina in his life anymore and when gina told him she wouldn’t quit on them if she wasn’t moving away he genuinely looked upset about it as well. In episode 1 of season 2 at Ashlyn’s new years even party, that boy did a Triple Take when gina went to get a root-beer, the feelings were still there, they were just buried because he didn’t think he would see Gina again when he made his confession to Nini so he held on to what he used to know and who he used to be, because we all know that ricky bowen is not good with change. Now, in episode three of the season, the iconic valentines episode, The way he looks at her, the way his voice softens while talking to her, his line “I think you’ll get yours too.” After gina told him that every girl likes a sweet gesture, THE NEXT SCENE BEING THE CHOCOLATES, the fact that ricky got messages from nini and gina only seconds apart but he only looked onto his face once gina’s message came on, all of these things hint towards ricky’s feelings, even in 2x04 when Nini came to surprise the group in the bomb shelter, Ricky and Gina looked like they just got caught cheating even though all they did was talk and laugh. Last point, Episode five and six, He was in awe of gina when she was dancing (gina porter effect) and only went to gina for advice on nini because she had helped him the previous two times when he hadn’t even actually asked for advice in 2x04 and 2x03, The boy probably thought she was trying to get over him. In the next episode even though she had already tried to break off contact with him, he still asked to partner up with her and smiled at her when she looked at him while saying she doesn’t know what her heart desires. Even during Ashlyn’s retention of home we see ricky look at gina when he comes back in. RICHARD BOWEN HAS ALWAYS HAD FEELINGS FOR GINA PORTER, THE SEASON 3 PLOT LINE WAS NOT RANDOM OR CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. Ricky just finally realized what he could’ve had if gina didn’t move away once he lost it. RINA WAS ALWAYS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN AND BE ENDGAME. THEY DIDNT COME OUT OF NOWHERE OR ONLY HAPPENED BECAUSE OLIVIA LEFT. Because, fact-check Season 2 was filmed before the drivers-license drama, they did not break them up because things between liv and josh got tense. Your ship was not supposed to be endgame.
(In tomorrows post i will rant about the people who say that rina copied rini and portwells scenes And that gina is the new nini because literally where?)
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rocks at your window pt. 4 - ricky bowen x reader
disclaimer: this series contains smut and chapter by chapter warnings, so as with all nsfw works, ricky is aged up to 18+!! ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year
additionally, we're working towards a ricky x therapy plot so he's going to start expressing some symptoms of mental illness and bpd starting in this chapter but I promise he does get therapy eventually and has a good support system (he gets worse before he gets better yk) and obviously i'm not a professional and this is for entertainment so while I have done my research pls take this with a grain of salt!! or several!! /lh
!! contains some spoilers for season 1 of hsmtmts, and previous chapters of this fic !!
wc: 11k I know
genre: smut, slice of life/coming of age, one sided pining, fluff
pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader
warnings: NOT PROOF READ AT ALL, more facebook messanger texts we'll politely pretend aren't facebook messanger, protecting carlos and seb during hoco (+ one use of the word homophobia), you're the dolly levi of the friend group, a LOT of hello dolly references??, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, ricky's falling HARD, antagonist!nina, one sided rina angst (like BIG gina angst), big red is ricky's temporary therapist, ricky has bpd, ricky kind of splits on gina??, ricky has anxiety too, dr phil and big red and natalie's emotional support hamster are the only consistant things in anyone's life, drama/general messiness, oral (m + f recieving), sneaky quiet late night don't wake up the parents sex, making out, ricky thinks you smell so good he has to bang you right now, "stay quiet or I stop", switch!ricky, switch!reader, calling ricky a good boy, praise kink, giggly sex, waking up the morning after to an empty bed but not at all on bad terms (and no ghosting)
summary: ricky works up the guts to ask you to homecoming. if you can navigate all the drama, maybe he'll get to rearrange yours after dancing together all night.
song recs: old friend - mitski, 10 minutes ago - cinderella (1997), dancing - hello dolly (1969), in love on valentine's day - paul sandrone, daniel farrant, james knight (spotify link bc it's literally not on youtube??? tracking down this song was a nightmare /lh), you turned the tables on me - billie holiday, born to be brave - nico iaciancio cover (bc that's what I think the original sounds like in canon), soulmate who wasn't meant to be - jess benko, perfume - new hope club
a/n: could I have split this up?? yes but I'm not going to. also congrats 2 me bc I'm officially in the 10k one shot girlie club!! this is the longest thing i've ever written and my eyes are burning. ricky has bpd, I knew from the moment I saw this motherfucker I was like "yup bpd and mommy issues" and I was RIGHT why is no one talking about this also go watch crazy ex girlfriend
EDIT: I FORGOT TO ADD THE LINK TO THE VAMPIRE DIARIES VIDEO YOU REFERENCE IN THE BEGINNING (obvious spoilers for vampire diaries lol)
tags: @yesv01 @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @hopefullhearts @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @matiere-detoiles @ifilwtmfc @uselesssapphickitten @nxstalgicnxbxdy @ggclarissa
There’s no reason to be nervous. Ricky has literally no reason to be nervous. You’ve been together practically 24/7 since… all this began. He ducks his head down and his eyes land on the smooth counter top of the booth you’re sitting in. Heat rushes to his cheeks as it so often does around you, as he remembers all the time you’ve spent together. He tries to pay as much attention as he can to your summary of the video essay on vampire diaries you’d watched while doing homework last night, even though his thoughts are racing, and all centered on you. On asking you something really important - but also like, totally not a big deal or whatever.
“So apparently they just regularly bring characters back from the dead,” you inform him with a laugh, and take a sip of your coffee. He didn’t think people could look particularly cute while sipping something until he met you… until he got close with you.
“Yeah, that’s pretty crazy,” he agrees, hoping he sounds normal. You glance up at him to make sure he’s okay. You can tell he seems a little distracted, and he knows he has to ask you. It’s now or never.
“So…” he begins.
“Yeah?” you lean forward, already invested in what he has to say. God, he loves that. He loves the way you care, really care about what he has to say. He lets out a small, breathy laugh, that you mirror when you hear his.
“So, homecoming is soon,” he smiles, and is pretty sure you know where he’s going with this. Your eyes widen in moderate surprise.
“It is? Already?” you ask, pulling out your phone to check your very messy calendar. “Jesus, I thought we still had a few more weeks…” you muse, and Ricky smiles. God, how can you make everything - even being a little scatterbrained sometimes - so fucking cute?
You look back up from your phone, snapping him back to attention. His breath is shallow.
“So…” he says again, and rubs the palms of his hands up and down his jeans. Why is he so nervous? He has no reason to be nervous. You’re silent, waiting for him to continue in a way that feels patient, encouraging even, instead of critical like it would be from someone else.
“...Do you want to go? To homecoming?”
His heart is in his throat.
“Like, together?” You take another sip. He’s so choked up, so worried you’ll say no. He nods. You smile.
“Hell yeah,” you lean back and pull out your phone to text your mom, who is currently at a PTA meeting, about dress shopping this weekend, biting your lip as you type. Relief turns to elation as you discuss plans, coordinate rides with your friends, and get a plan together. He bounces his leg, getting really excited for all this. He’s never been one for school dances, but with you… it’s a whole different story. He can’t stop looking at you.
“So, what color is your dress going to be? You know, so I can get a tie to match.” A light, happy chuckle dances across the table and you hum in consideration, glancing down at the scone in your hand, your favorite flavor that’s become somewhat of a signature with you and Ricky.
“Peach.”
You both giggle.
“Perfect.” he smiles. You’re going to look so pretty in a peach dress. At homecoming. With him. A burst of kinetic energy waves through him at the thought. The atmosphere is nice, comfortable. It always is with you. You finish the bite of pastry in your mouth.
“You know,” you start, “maybe you should go suit shopping with your dad. It might be nice to have a guy’s day together.”
His mom has been gone for a few weeks now, and he told you how badly his dad is struggling. He means well, it’s just… been hard on him. It might be nice, he thinks, really nice to go out and spend some time with his dad, have some fun. He doesn’t remember the last time they had a day like that together. He’d really like that, if his dad wanted to.
“Yeah,” he agrees, wondering when a good time to bring it up will be, “that would be nice.”
Around the time you’re ready to head home, your phone lights up with a text from your mom, informing you everything at the PTA meeting went great, and she’ll fill you in on the details at home, and you thank her, informing her there’s a hazelnut coffee coming her way.
It’s Friday night, and you have less than 24 hours to homecoming. You’re not sure how you were able to find a dress you actually like in the right color on such short notice, but somehow you managed. You and Ricky have been texting all day, filling each other in on how last minute shopping had been going for each of you. He was shocked at how well today went with his dad. He was bracing himself for the worst for a lot of the afternoon, but the day progressed and nothing bad happened. They even got dinner afterwards.
Now, you’re sitting at your desk, finishing some homework while you facetime each other and fill him in on the whole cast’s plan to be there for Carlos and Seb tomorrow night.
“And, like,” you continue rambling as you wrap up your science worksheet, “it’s so ridiculous that that’s even necessary, you know? Out of all the living things in the world, humans are the only ones who thought to make up homophobia.”
“Right? Worst idea ever,” he muses.
“Exactly!” you exclaim in agreement, looking up at your phone. You mutter something about how stupid people can be, eyes moving down and skimming your paper, double checking your answers one last time. Ricky watches you do this. Your desk light casts a warm glow over you, and he can see some of your posters on the opposite wall from where you have your phone propped up. He knows exactly which ones they are, too. He has every detail of your room - and of you - memorized by now.
He’s supposed to be finishing his english homework, that’s the whole point of facetiming each other this late, to keep each other company while you work. Instead his papers lay discarded on his desk as he watches you, a look of fondness dusting his face. You tap your pencil against each question on your worksheet, eyebrows scrunched, mouthing the answers to yourself as you go. Occasionally you’ll stop, turning to your book to check a chart or vocabulary word, then erase your answer and select a different one.
“And that’s why we proofread,” you mutter to yourself, and Ricky giggles. You look back up at him, smiling, then back at your paper for one last once over.
“Okay, I’m just about done,” you say, putting your homework in your bag to turn in later, with a satisfactory sigh. Ricky glances at the time. It’s getting late already. He’s torn between wanting to make sure you get enough sleep, and wanting to talk to you all night. He watches you rub your eyes, suppressing a yawn.
“We should probably go to bed now,” it’s more of a question, but you agree anyway. You pick up your phone and walk into your bathroom, grabbing your toothbrush as you say your drawn out good nights.
Ricky thought he was nervous asking you to homecoming? Turns out that’s nothing compared where he is now, waiting for you in your foyer. Somehow your house had become the unofficial get ready spot for the girls and Carlos, and meet up place for everyone else. So that’s where Ricky finds himself, barely unable to socialize or talk with his friends, all his thoughts preoccupied with you. He hasn’t seen you all day; you and the girls have been getting ready together, and he’s been trying to teach Big Red to dance all day.
Ashlyn comes down first. Her bubbly presence immediately eases some of the tension in the atmosphere from Ricky and EJ having to wait together in such close quarters. She waits with them for the others while they finish getting ready. It doesn’t slip past Ricky how nervous Big Red suddenly gets when she comes down the staircase.
Natalie is next - almost. Half way down the stairs, a snap resonates off the walls, and she freezes. She looks down at her left shoe, the heel of which has completely snapped off.
“Oh my god,” she mutters, and walks carefully back up to your room. A minute later, presumably after she informs you about her wardrobe malfunction, Ricky hears your voice, faint and bouncing off the stairwell.
“It’s okay, that’s the risk you take with stilettos,” you say, trying to calm her justified panic. He hears you say something about how Margot Robbie broke a heel at an award show a few years ago as your bedroom door closes again.
The door opens, and Carlos appears at the landing. His face falls slightly as he realizes Seb isn’t here yet.
“It’s okay, he’s probably going to meet up with us at school.” Ricky comforts.
“Yeah,” he agrees with a laugh at his own nervousness, “yeah, you’re probably right.” Carlos takes a deep breath, and Ricky notices the swirly, metallic red pattern on his suit.
“You look great, man,” He says, hoping to take Carlos’s mind off the unexpected radio silence from Seb. The comment is appreciated, but seems to catch him off guard.
“Thanks,” he replies, “dude,” he punctuates with a friendly - very awkward - punch to Ricky’s arm. It’s more of a nudge, but he appreciates the sense of comradery nonetheless.
Footsteps echo down the stairs, and Ricky looks up, stomach twisting in anticipation. Natalie emmerges, much more carefully this time. She greets everyone, then starts talking to Ashlyn about the shoe incident. Ricky is trying really, really hard not to look like he’s waiting for you, but it feels almost impossible to focus on anything else.
Finally, several painfully long minutes later, he hears the click of high heels approaching the steps. He walks to the bottom of the stairs, heart thumping as you round the corner, and all the breath is pulled from his lungs at the sight of you. You descend the stairs, hair and dress flowing and bouncing with every step, glowing under the chandelier light. Your dress, mid length and flouncy, a peachy champagne that compliments your hair and skin tone perfectly, shimmers subtly when you move, glistening like starlight.
Your makeup is understated and glowy, bringing out every beautiful feature you have - which is all of them. Your hair is perfect, glossy and voluminous. Your earrings look like little pink silk flowers, and there are matching, larger silk flowers on the side of your heels. Your nails are manicured a soft peachy pink, with little sparkling accents. You even smell like peaches, he realizes, subconsciously taking a step closer to the bottom of the stairs as you get closer. You seem to descend in slow motion as Ricky takes in every detail.
Your expression mirrors his the moment you see him. You did not expect him to look that good in a suit. It couldn’t fit better, the cut and seams of the dark fabric perfectly accentuating his physique. His tie matches your dress, the same shade of peach, and you bite back a smile. The expression on his face can only be described as a breathless wow, and it’s something you'll never forget. Your cheeks are warm and suddenly it all feels real. You find yourself very excited to have fun at homecoming with him tonight.
You finally float down to the bottom of the stairs, stopping in front of him. It’s quiet for a moment, as you take each other in, face to face. You’re both struggling to find the words, thrown off guard by the energy in the air, by each other. Behind you, Ashlyn claps awkwardly.
“Alright, everyone ready to go?”
You and Ricky both giggle at the same time, and his chest warms at how in sync you are.
“Yeah,” You confirm, smiling over at Ashlyn and grabbing Ricky’s arm in a way that makes his heart palpitate, “let’s go.”
Standing with you on the dance floor, his hand on your waist as you attempt to teach him how to waltz, Ricky is so thankful for homecoming, for an opportunity to be close to you like this.
“I told you,” he laughs, enamored with your optimistic determination, “I can’t dance.”
“Yes,” you smile, “you can. You just haven’t had the right teacher.” His cheeks flush at your words, the feeling of your hands on his, and he’s hit with the sudden memory of the last time your lips were on his neck.
“I think you’re probably right about that…” he mutters under his breath. You bite back a smile, adjusting the position of his hand on your waist. You step closer, and his heart beats faster. He watches your face closely as you explain the basics of a waltz, a box step.
“Like in ‘Dancing’ from Hello Dolly.” you smile, eyes widening at the blank look on his face. “Oh my god, it’s a musical classic! Carol Channing played Dolly in the original broadway cast in ‘64, then Barbra Streisand in the film adaptation in ‘69.”
“Wow,” he smiles. He loves when you talk about theatre and Broadway, loves the way your eyes light up. “They’re like, really famous, right?” You let out a light hearted scoff.
“Broadway legends.” You smile, “The movie was directed by Gene Kelly, too, it’s amazing. We should watch it this weekend, if you want to,” you look up at him, eyes glittering under the soft twinkling lights.
“Yeah,” Ricky laughs, “definitely.”
After a moment, you remember why you brought Hello Dolly up in the first place.
“Right,” you say, memory jogged, “there’s a song called ‘Dancing’ where Dolly is teaching Cornelius and Barnaby how to dance so they can impress these girls who work at a ladies hat shop-”
“Cornelius and Barnaby?” he asks with a laugh.
“It takes place in 1890!” you say, jokingly defensive.
“Right,” he agrees, “so a… ladies hat shop…?”
“Totally era appropriate.”
You’re both giggling, trying not to be too loud. You lean your head forward, resting it on his shoulder. The sound of your laughter, the feeling of your head resting against him brings back that warm feeling he always gets around you. It takes you a moment to regain your composure. It’s been like this all night, the conversation flowing like a river, always making each other laugh over something or other.
“So,” you begin, once again ready to dance with him, “put your hand on her waist and stand.” You recite, moving his hand from your back to your waist and adjusting your posture.
“With her right-” you hesitate, making sure you have the correct hand, then continue, “in your left hand. And…” You step back with your left foot, motioning for him to follow, then back and out with your right, then together.
“One… two… three…”
You repeat the steps.
“One… two… three…”
And again.
“One… two… three…”
You look up at him, your smile blinding.
“Look, you’re dancing!”
He looks up at you, excited, disbelieving that he got it so quickly.
“Wait, that’s it?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah,” you nod, “see? I told you you can dance.” You start to move again, and he follows, hesitant but slowly getting the hang of it. After a second, he says your name, voice quiet and still watching the ground.
“Can you keep singing? It’s making it a lot easier…” he chuckles, hoping you can’t tell how much he loves hearing your voice.
So you do. You sing quietly, just enough for him to hear, about dancing and how it’s the perfect excuse to hold someone you like close to you, as you waltz carefully around the room. An electric, intimate feeling ties you together as you weave through the room. It's like something clicked, he thinks, because it makes sense. This, dancing, makes sense. He’s pulled from his epiphany by your melodic voice.
"We should do Hello Dolly, it would be so fun!" You giggle.
"Yeah?" He asks, smile mirroring yours, "Who would you play?" You let out a light hearted huff, considering.
"I would love to play Dolly," you admit. You had always hoped to portray the classic role, dreaming of being able to follow in the footsteps of other iconic actresses like Carol Channing and Barbra Streisand. You barely get the sentence out when Ricky nods, agreeing.
"You would make an amazing Dolly." You laugh, cheeks warm, flattered by his response.
"Who do you think I should be?" He asks, that playful energy flowing comfortably between you as he raises his arm, spinning you around.
"Well," you begin with a laugh, "if you played Cornelius we’d get to waltz together. But if you played Horace and I played Dolly we'd get married at the end."
His heart squeezes at your words, imagination already taking off like a wild horse. Again, your melodic voice pulls him back down to earth.
"But playing Irene would be fun too…" you sigh, twirling in his arms again, your dress glittering under the soft lights. Your hands return to their previous position resting on his shoulder and your waist, free hands clasped together, and you begin to move in tandem. You twirl and float around the room, feeling the music wrap around you like a warm blanket in autumn.
In that beautiful moment between the two of you, he doesn’t just understand dancing, he realizes, he loves it. Like, a lot. He loves this, being close to you. He loves the connection between you, and he wants to keep dancing with you all night.
He giggles, twirling you around in his arms again. On your way around, you see Carlos behind you at your table holding up his phone, a smile on his face. You’re glad he seems okay; Seb still hasn’t shown up and everyone’s been worried about both of them. A split second later, you’re back in Ricky’s arms, and your heart soars at the smile on his face. You’d been hoping dancing together at homecoming might help him in rehearsals. Based on how well he’s doing - and how much fun he seems to be having - you can tell your hunch was correct.
After a few more songs, you begin to make your way back to your table. Ricky’s hand settles on your back, guiding you through the crowd. Two more people are seated there than when you left, and your eyes widen.
“Oh my god.” you say quietly, “Gina and EJ came together?”
Ricky glances up, gaze almost immediately turning back to you as you get closer.
“Oh, they did? I didn’t notice.”
Fighting to maintain her poker face, Gina’s stomach drops at his words. Her eyes dart between you and Ricky, the way he’s looking at you. She grips her clutch tighter. This is really, really bad for her. Gina barely had a plan for making Ricky jealous and freaked out so he’d quit the show to begin with. She definitely did not plan on you waltzing into the picture - literally - and stealing away all of his attention. He can’t get jealous if all of his focus is on you. A sinking feeling begins to invade the pit of her stomach.
Ricky’s phone buzzes with a text from his dad.
“Hey,” he says, showing you the screen, “which shirt do you like better?”
He’s been filling you in on his dad’s hot date he has tonight, and you’re both very relieved to see that he’s doing okay, putting himself out there. You look at the pictures, and consider.
“Hmm… the second one.” you conclude.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” he agrees easily. He loves how you always seem to be on the same page.
“Wow,” comes EJ’s voice from across the table. He sounds really stiff. “I had no idea you were each other’s dates to homecoming.” He states, sharing a quick look with Gina he hopes no one notices.
“Yeah, we are,” Ricky smiles, “we’re each other’s dates.” He doesn’t think it would be too far fetched to say you’re… dating.
“Yep, partners in crime.” You smile, showing off your plastic ring. Ricky holds up his, kept on a chain, sitting right over his heart.
“Aw,” Carlos says, an almost bittersweet undercurrent to his voice, “you guys are so cute.” He gestures for you to lean closer to each other. “Let me get a pic for my story!”
Ricky does not need to be told twice. He throws his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you hold his arm and giggle. It’s the perfect shot, the sincerity of the fun you’re having evident in the photo.
Gina runs her tongue over her teeth. She really does not like that.
Across town, sitting at a table in a shitty karaoke spot, Nina scrolls through instagram while Kourtney rants about the bitch who criticized her costume suggestions. Something about a lime green sweater? She’s not really paying attention, she’s too distracted by the hideous dress that Gina’s wearing. And the fact that she went to hoco with Nina’s ex boyfriend.
“Look at this,” she says, showing Kourtney her phone. “She looks like she’s wearing a bedazzled tablecloth.” Kourtney looks at her phone, disapproval written all over her face.
“And,” Nina says, gearing up to point out the obvious jab at her, “she’s with EJ.”
Kourtney knows where this is going. Before Nini can go off about how obviously Gina has it out for her, she takes a sip of her drink.
“Is there anything on their stories?”
She taps EJ’s story and it’s just a boomerang of the food.
“No, just-” Carlos’s story plays next and Nina almost pukes. Right there on her screen is Ricky, kissing your cheek, leaning into you like a cat. You’re in an unfortunately gorgeous dress, grinning so sincerely, your nose effortlessly scrunched. Next is a video of you two dancing. Like, really, properly dancing. She can’t believe you got him to dance - he doesn’t even dance in rehearsal when he’s supposed to! She watches the two of you ballroom dancing around the gym, breath speeding up slightly at the realization that he’s actually good. The sick pit forming in her stomach grows as she rewatches the video again. She wants to know why, after all the practice, all the failed attempts and his reluctance, why it works when you do it? Why isn’t she good enough? She dwells in the feeling for a few minutes. She scrolls through a few more hoco posts before finding one that has your account tagged. It’s private.
“Kourt,” she says, showing her her phone, “you need to follow her.”
“Why?” Kourtney asks.
“So I can see what’s on her instagram.” Nina says. She can’t let you know she’s lurking, so the obvious solution is to lurk through Kourtney’s account. Kourtney sighs. She requests to follow you.
A few feet away from your table, Ashlyn gives you a look, gesturing subtly to Carlos, then to the hallway. Seb still isn’t here.
“Hey,” you say quietly to Ricky, “I’ll be right back.” you smile, eyes flicking over to Ashlyn and Carlos.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, watching you leave with them to give Carlos a pep talk. A soft smile kisses the corners of Ricky’s mouth, watching you in utter adoration. He lets out a small sigh, gaze lingering on where you stood even after you’re out of sight.
Gina watches him watch you, his dark auburn hair glowing in the warm twinkle lights strung up throughout the gym. His eyes seem to sparkle with joy when he finally tears his gaze away, staring absentmindedly at the table.
“EJ,” she says, “could you get me some punch, babe?”
“Uh,” he says, clearly unused to the term of endearment, “sure… babe.” He heads over to the drinks, the tension between them thinly veiled. This seems to snap Ricky out of whatever his train of thought was, and he scoots closer to Gina. She watches him lean closer to her and begin speaking in a low, almost strangely intimate tone of voice.
"Hey, you know EJ went through Nini’s phone before they broke up, right?”
She raises her eyebrows.
“Just… you know, be a little careful around him.”
“I can take care of myself, Ricky.” She states incredulously.
“Yeah, of course you can.” he says, head tilted to the side with a little smile, like it should be obvious, “You’re so talented and ambitious, and - honestly, way too good for him.” He mutters the last part, but she definitely hears it.
“You’re way too cool to get your heart broken by a guy who plays water polo.” He says, drawing a reflexive laugh out of her.
“Just… take care of yourself.” he concludes, locking eyes with her before moving back to his seat. It’s only for a moment, but long enough for her to commit the color to memory.
“Right.” she says, working harder than she usually has to to keep her expression neutral.
Later, between dances, you and Ricky catch your breath at the snack table. You take a sip of your drink, eyes landing on Gina and EJ, who are very obviously arguing. You nudge Ricky, motioning over to them.
“What are they saying? Wrong answers only.”
He considers, then begins to narrate in his best EJ impression.
“Ugh, Gina! Stop moving! I haven’t posted on instagram in 35 seconds and blurry so doesn’t fit my theme.”
You try to stifle the loud, beautiful laugh that brings warmth to his cheeks and a smile to his lips as your eyes lock, sharing a look so close he never wants to look away.
“I said wrong answers only…” you say through muffled giggles. He stares at you, fixated. He’s blinded by your warmth, your beauty, and he can’t look away from you. His attention is snapped back to where it had been when you gasp dramatically, shock written all over your face. He follows your gaze to EJ, who’s dripping with punch, and Gina, who’s storming away from him.
“...Oh my god.” you say, already dissolving into laughter again, Ricky following suit.
Soon you’re dancing again, pressed up against each other, swaying gently to the oldies playing softly over the speakers. Ricky can feel your body heat, smell your shampoo, and the way it mixes with your sweet peachy perfume. You smell so good, he thinks he could probably get high off you alone. His hand rests firmly on your back, holding you close to him, and his fingertips brush over the exposed skin peeking out over the straps of your dress. He traces your shoulder blades, your spine, feeling how close together your hearts are beating. One of your arms is wrapped around him, your head resting on his shoulder. Both your free hands are intertwined, and he loves the feeling of your fingers intertwining with his. He’s steeped in a hazy sort of ecstasy, spurred further on by your warm little breaths tickling his neck.
He lets out a soft sigh, more content than he’s probably ever been. He feels you smile against his blazer when he traces the outline of the back of your dress. You hum softly to the music, singing along to a few of the words. He’s not surprised that you know this song, of course you would know a song this pretty and romantic. He hopes he’ll remember to ask you the name of it later. Dancing, he realizes, isn’t just fun - it’s amazing. He loves dancing. He loves dancing with you. After a few moments, he realizes there’s not many people on the dance floor. He doesn’t get why so many guys don’t like slow dancing; when you really love someone, isn’t any reason to hold them close to you a good one? He thinks it is. His heart flutters when you let out a breathy sigh against his skin.
You adjust your head on Ricky’s shoulder, watching Carlos across the room. He looks so… melancholic. You should go check on him. And Gina. And probably EJ. Christ, tonight has been a lot. You adjust your head again, facing towards him.
“We should check on Gina,” you say reluctantly, murmuring into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He loves when you do that, loves how you know when people are hurting and what to do about it. But right now, he really, really does not want to let go of you for anyone or anything. Maybe it’s selfish, he thinks, maybe it’s selfish for wanting you all to himself like this, but he just can’t bring himself to let go of you yet. Maybe he deserves to be a little selfish sometimes. Maybe he should just give himself permission to do whatever makes him feel better. He holds you tighter, face burying into your neck.
“After this song,” he breathes, eyes fluttering closed in your embrace. You nod gently.
“Okay,” you agree, voice so low he can barely hear it.
Eventually the final piano chords sound, and he holds you tight as the last few, painfully bittersweet notes reverberate through the room. The song ends, and he lets go of you slower and more reluctantly than he’s done anything.
You sigh, tracing your hands on his shoulders, slowly coming out of that cozy trance like state you’ve been in together.
“Okay,” you start, “let’s split up. I’ll check on Carlos, you can check on Gina, and I’ll have Ashlyn check on EJ cause they’re cousins.”
He agrees, hit with a sudden wave of nerves about the confrontation. You can sense his hesitation.
“What should I say?” he asks, with a chuckle. He’d told you about how he warned Gina about EJ earlier in the evening, which you had agreed was totally the right move. He told you how she seemed irritable after the interaction, and wondered if he’d done anything wrong, if he could have handled it better. “I don’t think so”, you had said with a sad shrug, “some people just refuse to acknowledge the person they’re dating is kind of shitty.”
You’re right, he realized, now ready to approach this with more compassion and less confrontation. You think for a second, then reply.
“You can apologize if what you said before came off wrong, that you didn’t mean anything bad by it.”
“Okay,” he nods.
“And try to relate to her - you’re new to theatre, she’s new to east high, you gotta stick together, you know?”
“Right.”
You send him a thumbs up as you part ways, looking for Carlos. After chatting with Carlos, he left to get some water. You see Ricky approaching you through the crowd, and stand up from your table, meeting him halfway.
“How’d it go?” you ask. He seems hesitant.
“She asked for a ride home.” Your eyes go wide with understanding. He knew you’d get what’s going on, you always know just what to do.
“Oh, dude, the last thing she probably wants right now is to get in a car with EJ.” Ricky thinks that’s the last thing anyone would want. “If you want you can give her a ride, then come back and we can keep dancing.” He smiles, and agrees. Any plan that ends with dancing with you more sounds like a good plan to him. You quickly fill him in on how things are going with the Carlos/Seb situation in spite of its anticlimactic nature - no one can get a hold of Seb, and Carlos is really, really regretting this whole thing. You and Ashlyn are going to try and hype him up and turn the night around for him so it’s not a totally horrible memory to look back on, and Ricky agrees that’s a good plan.
“I’ll be back really soon so I can help you guys out,” he says, hoping to extend the conversation a little, to stand close to you and talk confidentially with you just a little more. You smile, looking relieved at his support, and it makes his heart flutter. You touch his arm, sending him a knowing look.
“We need all the help we can get, so thank you.” you state with a chuckle. He tries not to be obvious, but he knows he can’t hide his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. He hopes you don’t notice.
You really didn’t expect to be the glue holding everyone together tonight, but you love your friends, so you’re not complaining. After a lengthy conversation with Carlos about how amazing he is regardless of who he is or isn’t seeing, and that there will be so many guys throwing themselves at him after high school, you finally get him out of his funk a little. You were about to go dance together and have a good time, because he shouldn’t let anything ruin his homecoming, when Natalie scurried over to you holding the side of her dress.
“It snagged on the back of a chair and my whole leg is out, Angelina Jolie style.” She says in a rush, clearly getting more freaked out. You and Carlos share a look.
“It’s okay,” you say gently, “I have a sewing kit in my bag and I can have you fixed up in two minutes flat.” You look over at Carlos again, making sure he’ll be okay. He confirms silently, nudging you two towards the doors.
“You go fix this wardrobe malfunction,” he says, already trying to pull out of the funk he’d been stuck in all night, “I’m going to warm up the dance floor. When you get back, get ready to dance your heart out.”
He’s not all the way there, but he’s trying. You both agree, and you send him one last encouraging look before moving carefully to the hallway, trying not to let Natalie’s dress rip any more than it already is. You look back one last time as you pass through the doors, and finally, Carlos is out on the dance floor. You smile, excited to dance with him once you get back.
“God, I wish I had my hamster right now…” Natalie mutters, and you know if she needs her emotional support hamster, it’s pretty bad.
A few minutes later, you have your sewing kit and Natalie’s dress is back to its former glory. She has on a fresh coat of lip gloss, just finished showing you pictures of her hamster, and is ready to head back out. You stay behind to touch up your makeup a little, telling her you’ll be right behind her. As you’re walking back out, someone turns the corner at the other end of the hallway. You freeze in place, eyes growing wide as they land on none other than Seb. He smiles nervously, raising a hand to wave at you. Before he can, you let out a shocked squeak, scurrying back into the gym. His heart sinks. He hopes you don’t hate him, and he’s really worried Carlos is going to.
When you enter, you see Carlos dancing his heart out. You don’t have time to be relieved, weaving your way through the crowd to Mr. Mazzara. You slam your hands on the table, avoiding the sound and light equipment he’s managing.
“Mr. Mazzara!” He looks up at you, startled, as you begin to explain in a rush. He looks at you, a pleading puppy dog look written on your face, and sighs.
“I suppose that’s fine…” he says, making a few adjustments to the switch board in front of him.
“Thank you!” you say quietly, before running onto the dance floor. Carlos is finally in his element. He dances beautifully to the music, free and expressive. Right when the beat drops, a circle of spotlights go up. One lands on him, the other lands across the room on Seb, and they lock eyes in a moment that can only be described as magical. Ashlyn looks at the scene, straight out of a movie, then over to you. You high five her.
“Nice!” she whispers. You can see it between them, the energy, the chemistry, the electricity. You look at Ashlyn, nodding toward your table. You both sit down, giving them some time to talk and catch up. You try to be subtle as you watch them talk, not close enough to eavesdrop, but watching their expressions, gaging how it's going. They're smiling, then they're laughing, and soon they're dancing together. It's going well, you think. You can't wait for Carlos to fill you in later.
Sitting in Gina's driveway, a surprisingly more comfortable energy in the air than either of them had expected, Ricky tries to think of how to say what he wants to say.
"Not quite the evil mansion with wrought-iron and gargoyles you were picturing?" She asks, a hopeful playfulness to her voice. She almost sounds nervous.
"What? No…" he says. The comment takes him by surprise, snapping him back to attention. "...Well maybe some gargoyles." His joking tone and comforting energy has her giggling. She doesn't remember the last time she giggled. She feels his eyes on her, and tries not to look over at him. She does anyway.
"You're not that bad, you know." He muses. She tries to control her breathing. She doesn't say anything.
"Also," he continues, looking back over at the windshield, "I should thank you for that night at the skatepark, keeping me in the show. It means a lot, it's… a really big deal to me." He looks up and left at the top of the car window, mind already wandering about how if he had quit, he never would have gotten close to you like this, never would have fallen in… your arms the way he had that night. He can't imagine you not being in his life, and he has Gina to thank in part for that. He feels a sense of gratitude blooming for her. They talk a little more, and the feeling grows; Gina really is not that bad. He can feel a friendly bond growing between them, a sense of comradery.
"So… now is probably a good time to ask about the whole drink thing," he starts with a chuckle. She ducks her head, equal parts embarrassed at her actions, and that he saw her at such a low moment. She lets out a sigh. The gesture reminds him of something you might do. He thinks you two would be good friends. He’s already imagining what you’ll say when he fills you in on all this, he’s excited to get your opinion.
“...My mom moves around a lot for work. Like, a lot…”
Once she starts, she can’t stop, and it’s not long before she’s unintentionally spilled her guts and her life story to him. She wishes she could stop talking, but it’s like she totally lost her filter with him. She’s always been so reserved, so calculated, and now she doesn’t even have time to think before the words are already spilling out. It’s a new feeling, being so candid with someone, and an unsettling one.
She risks a glance over at Ricky, who’s just… listening to her. Taking in what she says. That somehow makes her more nervous than if he’d just ignored her or told her to shut up already. She wishes someone would tell her to shut up, she wishes she could. She finally gets to the end of her never ending stream of consciousness, and she’s stunned as they sit in the silence, Ricky really absorbing her words, her feelings. He reaches over and grabs her hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze before letting go - a mannerism he picked up from you. Heat floods her chest, prickly and almost painful, hyper aware of where his skin just touched hers.
“You know, you-” She’ll never know what he was going to say, his words are cut short by the porch lights flashing through the windshield. Gina’s stomach sinks. She doesn’t want to go inside yet. She doesn’t want this moment to be over, but she has to listen to her mom. She reaches for the door, then hesitates. She turns back to Ricky, desperate to try one more time, to put herself out there, to plant some roots.
“I meant what I said at the skate park… about you having your own style.”
He smiles, looking down with a breathy chuckle. His leg is bouncing slightly, he can’t wait to get back to school and dance with you more, spend the rest of this magical night with you.
“Thank you, that’s-” He’s cut off again, this time by the kiss Gina presses to his cheek. She’s out of the car and inside before he can look at her face. She holds her coat tight around her against the chilly rain beginning to drizzle down, and a second later, the front door closes and she’s inside.He lets out another chuckle, different this time. ‘That was weird.’ He thinks. He barely has the thought before his stomach drops, a sick, cold fear clutching him. What if you find out Gina kissed him? What if you find out and you hate him, what if he breaks your heart into a million pieces without trying? Or worse, what if you lose interest in him because you think he likes Gina? He can feel himself panicking at the idea, unable to stop the onslaught of all too real feeling anxieties wracking his mind, creating a pit in his stomach as he peels out of the driveway and makes his way back to school.
No, no, that’s not going to happen. He’s not going to lose you because he’s not able to express how much he cares about you. He’s not going to let that happen. Trying to hold this panic at bay, he pulls out his phone as he walks through the parking lot towards the school again. How to show someone you love them. He types the words into google, skimming article titles, reddit threads, quora responses, until he finds himself at the gym doors. He sees you across the room, dancing in a group with Carlos, Ashlyn, Natalie, and Seb. ‘Oh, Seb’s here. That’s good,’ he thinks, a momentary relief that at least one or two fires had been put out tonight. He spots Big Red on the opposite side of the room, and makes his way over to him carefully, trying not to be seen by you. He can’t be around you until he figures this out, he can’t hurt you like this.
Ricky approaches Big Red with an intense energy he has trouble reading, before Ricky starts to speak.
“Dude,” he says, voice intense and hushed, “Gina kissed me on the cheek.”
“That’s great!”
“No, it’s not!” Ricky says, clearly very frazzled. Okay, that’s where this is going.
“That’s awful!” Red course corrects as Ricky fills him in on the car ride with Gina. As he tells Red everything that happened, Ricky finds himself kind of hating Gina right now. Why would she do this to him, why would she put him in this position? Does she hate him or something? He thinks she must, there’s no other reason for her to sabotage his relationship with you like this. She must hate him if she’s trying to ruin the most important thing in his life.
“Listen, I really, really like her…” his eyes keep flicking over to you, gaze magnetized by your presence, “like, a lot. How can I make sure I don’t fuck this up? Because I can not fuck up with her.”
“Woah, man,” Red starts, trying to help Ricky ground himself a little, “chill out. In all fairness, cheek kisses can be platonic.”
“Right,” Ricky nods, starting to feel assured, and Red continues.
“So, if Gina wants to date you when you’re… kind of seeing someone, she has to make that more clear to you.”
“Right.” Ricky states, agreeing. He really hopes she doesn’t.
“I think you’re okay,” Red says, sensing his energy changing already, “just make sure she knows how much you like her. Make it really, objectively obvious.”
Yeah. He just has to make it obvious.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he says to Red, his eyes locked on you as you laugh at something Carlos says, making his stomach twist and tingle, “I just have to make sure she knows how much… I like her.”
Red watches him make his way over to you, a spring in his step and a plan in his mind. Thank god for Dr. Phil, Red thinks, or else there’s no way he’d be able to help his friends navigate all their drama. He chuckles at the thought, watching Ashlyn fix the strap of your dress.
Ricky checks his phone one more time on the way over, looking over a chart of love languages one more time. He’s not sure what your love language is, so he’ll just have to try all of them and see what you seem to like best. Gift giving and acts of service aren’t really options right now, so tonight he’ll focus on words of affirmation, physical touch, and quality time. If he has to drown you in all five love languages at once to make sure you know how he feels about you, he will.
“Hey,” he starts, watching your reaction nervously, scared you somehow already hate him. You turn around at the sound of his voice, eyes lighting up.
“Hey!” you smile, “You’re back!” you grab his arm, pulling him in closer to the group.
“Seb’s here,” you say, and he smiles, relieved at your reaction.
“Hey, man,” he smiles.
“Fill me in later,” you say quietly, referring to giving Gina a ride, and he nods, a little bit ready to forget the whole thing.
Now that all the drama, wardrobe malfunctions, and late entrances are out of the way, you and what remains of your friends spend the rest of the night like you intended; dancing, laughing, and taking great pictures together. Later on into the night, everyone’s just about had their fill of fun and the party starts winding down. You split up, most of your friends piling into the Salt Lake slices delivery van so Red can drop them off. After some more hugs and laughs, you finally part ways, climbing into the passenger seat of his orange Volkswagen Beetle.
His heart is thumping as you grab his hand and squeeze it a little once you’re on your way back to his house, causing a fresh wave of heat to rise to his face, and god he's nervous right now. His mind is still screaming at him that you're going to hate him, that he has to prove his feelings to you. He lets out a small little laugh at the gesture.
“Well,” you start, tired from the night, but thriving off the energy between you, “that could have gone way worse…”
“Yeah,” he laughs, nodding in agreement. You talk for the whole drive back to his place. You’d planned on staying over tonight since Ricky was driving and you figured it would be late, plus your mom’s car is at the mechanic so she’s using yours until some time tomorrow. You exchange sleepy chuckles as he parks. He checks his phone one more time as you leave the car, opening an article of women submitting stories about how they knew a guy loved them in a new tab. He sees a text from his dad - the date went well, he hopes Ricky and you had a good time at homecoming, and he’s going to bed so try to keep the noise down when you get back.
“My dad’s asleep,” he says softly, unlocking the door. He guides you inside, hand resting low on your back, and closes the door quietly behind him. Walking quietly from his foyer to his room shouldn’t have been a problem, but standing in the darkness with Ricky, you both suddenly find it hard not to start giggling. Hushing each other, you quickly sneak up the stairs past Mr. Bowen’s room, down the hall to Ricky’s room. He barely closes the door and flicks the lock closed before dissolving into giggles. You kick off your heels, glad to finally take them off, and grab a makeup wipe from your bag. He digs through his clothes for a second before handing you a big t-shirt to sleep in.
“Thanks,” you say, throwing away the makeup wipes. He gazes at you, watching you transition from formal and made up to casual and comfortable, your beauty unwavering. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone as pretty as you before. You watch him take off his jacket and tie, and undo the first button or two of his shirt. The action sends butterflies to your stomach and heat to your core. You glance away. You stand up, seeing if you can reach the zipper of your dress. Before you can ask, you feel Ricky behind you.
“Need some help with that?” He asks, closer to your ear than you’d expected and resting his hands on your waist. You both chuckle.
“Yeah,” you state, voice low and soft. He moves slowly, unzipping the back of your dress, careful not to snag the delicate fabric. You feel the bodice loosen around you, the end of the zipper stopping at the small of your back. He doesn’t move away. You can feel his breath fan over your shoulder, hand still resting on your waist.
His face is so close to yours, and he mutters your name softly before pressing a kiss to your jawline, then another and another. He moves down, burying his face in your neck as he continues to press hot, open mouthed kisses against your skin. He breathes in your perfume, peachy and sweet and intoxicating. He nips at your neck causing you to gasp, his hands moving below the draping fabric and directly onto your warm skin. You sigh at the contact. He pulls you closer to him, holding you tight as he sucks on your neck. Your dress is slipping off your shoulders, barely on at all anymore, as he begins to feel you up, touching you and caressing you so tenderly.
“Ricky,” you sigh. Your voice sounds so pretty when you’re like this.
“God, I-” he breathes, barely catching the words before they’re out. He lets out a nervous laugh, causing you to giggle in his grasp. He shushes you through his own laughter, his hands never ceasing the way they rome over your body.
"We have to be quiet," he says, turning you around in his arms, pressing himself up against you, trying so, so hard not to kiss you yet.
"I can be quiet…" you state, a jokingly incredulous tone in your voice. You stare each other down, and he tries not to break first, tries not to smile or laugh, but god, it’s impossible not to smile when he looks at you. Before he can crack, before he loses all composure and bares his soul for you, places his heart eternally in your hands to do as you please with, he pivots.
"Yeah?" He asks, and you feel the energy change, growing electric between you. "Is that a challenge?"
His tone is dangerous and he watches your eyes get wide. A second later he has you pinned against his mattress, pressing playful nips and kisses against your skin as muffled giggles and sighs escape your pretty mouth. His hands move down, grabbing your exposed skin as he kisses you harder and harder, riling the both of you up. You tear off the little remaining clothes either of you has on and he begins to roll his hips against you, grinding his hot, throbbing member against your heat. You let out a breathy moan, louder than before, as he continues to rock his hips against yours.
“That wasn’t very quiet,” he murmurs into your ear between kisses to your cheek and jawline. Your chest vibrates against his, and a wave of relief washes through him. You don’t hate him. He loves that feeling he gets when he makes you laugh, he wants to make you do it again.
“I can stay quiet,” you insist, already swept away by his touch, distracted by the warm kisses and bites he’s planting on your neck and chest. You’re even more distracted by the feeling of his fingers making their way down, brushing against your clit as they come into contact with the arousal dripping down your folds. He smiles, realizing if he can get you this turned on, this touchy, you must like him. He pushes his fingers in, finally met again with the cathartic feeling of your cushy, bumpy walls squeezing and folding around him. Arousal gushes, dripping down his fingers as he begins to stimulate the tight, sensitive muscles stretching around his fingers. He dwells on the feeling for a moment, maybe two, before you’re moaning again. It makes him laugh.
“I sure hope you can,” he says, another dangerously playful look on his face, “cause if you get too loud…” He watches you for a split second, hanging on his words, anticipation written across your face, “I’m gonna stop.”
Your stomach flip flops, exploding with butterflies at his words. Before you can look at his face, before you can gauge how serious he is about following through on his threat, his lips are on yours again. He kisses you, mouth open, tongue already prodding into your mouth. You’re lucky, you think, that he’s unintentionally muffling your noises with his mouth. You’re really lucky, because he quickly finds your g-spot, and there are a couple moans you couldn’t hold back if your life depended on it.
Every sigh, every gasp, every beautiful heart pounding moan Ricky elicits from you sends a fresh wave of relief and reassurance through him. You don’t hate him, and you’re not going to. You could never when he’s this good, this devoted to you. It’s impossible for him not to be when you’re so good to him. You’re so responsive to his touch, you’re totally on the same wavelength.
You must know what he’s telling you through his actions, through the way he looks at you, the words he’s had to bite back from spilling out more than once. You wouldn’t be dripping down his fingers and moaning into his mouth and grabbing at him like this, you wouldn’t be in his bed if you didn’t feel the way he does about you - or even something close to it. He’ll happily take whatever you want to give him. Of course he wants it all, he wants to completely take over your heart, but just a little bit will keep him happy until he can.
“Right there,” you whine against his lips, “fuck, just like that… feels so good…” you mutter.
‘See?’ he thinks, ‘You don’t say stuff like that if you don’t like someone a lot, much less moan it…’
It’s working. His plan to not lose you is working, he just has to make you cum so hard you can’t think straight, as many times as possible. And he’s going to, because there’s no way he can risk losing you. So he brings up his thumb, rubbing it over your clit as he curls his fingers against your gummy walls. It’s euphoric and overwhelming, and you barely have time to tug his hair before you’re cumming and pulsing around his fingers.
You squeeze and clamp tight around him, and he can’t resist anymore. He needs his tongue inside you, he needs to taste you, feel you squeeze his tongue and cream into his mouth. So he pulls away, already missing the feeling of your mouths against each other, and gazes at you, breath fanning across your cheeks, eyes locked. He takes you in, thumb caressing your cheek while the other continues to fondle your clit. After a moment he’s able to break his gaze away, and he moves down, pushing your legs open. You heart thumps in your chest in anticipation as he begins to lick and suck on your heat, tongue flicking into your drippy hole.
As soon as he gets a taste, he wants more. He stretches out his tongue, going to town on your cunt. Every sigh and tug of his hair, every attempt to muffle your moans makes him more eager to have you gush your sweet sticky cum all over him. This time he has some experience, and he’s making the most of it. He finds those spots inside you that make your eyes roll back, switching between them, bumping his nose against your clit, drawing stifled moan after stifled moan from you. One slips out, for real this time, and he pauses. It takes all his willpower; your scent is intoxicating and your taste is addictive, but the look on your face when you realize he’s standing by what he said is totally worth it.
“I told you,” he murmurs against your core, the vibrations and tone of his voice sending electricity through you, “we have to be quiet…” Your hand is clamped over your mouth, and you nod. Your timing couldn’t be better, because you don’t have time to finish the gesture before he dives back in. After that, it doesn’t take much to send you over the edge.
You give him everything he’s wanted all night, squeezing and gushing all over him while he laps up everything, holding down your hips while he shoves his tongue deeper inside you. It’s always surprising how far inside you he’s able to get it. You whine and moan, choking out praise as he already begins building up another high. He’s throbbing, desperate for anything you’ll give him, and he wants to make you say more shit like that. He wants to be good for you.
“Oh god- fuck, Ricky!” you choke out in a whisper, one hand tangled in his hair, the other clamped over your mouth. You’re already close again, he can feel it. He knew this would work. He knew he could prove to you how much you mean to him. He doubles his efforts, squeezing your thighs and grinding his face against your pussy, still dripping from the last times he made you cum. His eyes are half lidded and locked on you, watching your face, the way you squirm below his touch, the way your tits bounce with every movement. You’re not sure how long it is until he has you absolutely gushing and convulsing around his tongue again, but every moment is filled with ecstasy.
“Fuck you’re good at that…” you murmur, hand now playing with his hair instead of pulling it. “You’re one of the good ones, huh?”
You probably could have knocked him out with a feather. Your words reverberate in his mind, and his cheeks flush. One of the good ones. Yeah.
He’s throbbing harder than before, almost painfully turned on. He climbs back up over you, but before he can reach into his nightstand for a condom, you flip him over, straddling him. You look down at him with those beautiful eyes that hold every star in the night sky, biting your lip in that endearing way of yours. Your hands are warm on his shoulders, and he’s stunned at the suddenness of your action, and really eager to see where you’re going with this. He could watch you like this for hours, freezing this moment in time forever, eternally content with you, the way you touch him and look at him. You lean down closer to him, breath tickling his cheeks.
“My turn.”
You smile, the words coming out in a hushed giggle. Before he can blink, you’re grabbing his rock hard cock, squeezing it in your hands and teasing the tip as you spread around the precum already dripping down the side. He watches you, eyes wide and excited as you open your mouth, wrapping your lips around him. Your mouth is velvety soft, warm and wet, and he has to try not to cum on the spot. You pump the base of his cock, taking more of him in your mouth, and he tries not to buck his hips. He tries so hard not to move at all, tries to be good for you while you work your magic on him. He lets out a long, low moan. Suddenly you freeze, popping your lips off with a small wet noise as you look up at him.
“Stay quiet or I stop…” you tease, throwing his own conditions back at him. He nods, panting at your words. “Good boy.” You murmur under your breath, but he definitely hears. Good boy. He can feel the oxytocin flooding his brain, and you barely get your lips around him and start bobbing your head before he feels it.
“I’m close,” he chokes out, and you look up at him. He watches a smirk appear at the corners of your eyes before you drag your tongue along the bottom of his cock. It’s more than enough, and he watches in utter awe as he shoots his load into your mouth, and you swallow all of it. The sight is enough to have him throbbing again. He bites back more moans, desperate for you to keep going, for you to call him a good boy again. You bob your head along his length, tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of his cock.
One hand comes down to fondle his balls, and a choked moan slips out. He never knew he could feel this good. He never knew one person could make him like this. You continue to lick and suck, squeeze and pump and rub, and soon he’s fighting another orgasm, hoping to bask in the feeling of your mouth around him for just a little longer. His prayers are in vain, he realizes, as he shoots another load of sticky, salty cum into your mouth. You have no trouble taking this one either. You continue to suck and lick, riding out the last of his high, before finally releasing him with a soft pop.
Thoroughly fucked out, he watches you climb up next to him, awestruck. You grab a blanket, pulling it over the both of you, and moving his face to press a few more kisses to his lips. Your tastes mingle as your tongues connect, and Ricky doesn’t think he’s ever tasted something that delicious. He wants more of it. It’s only when you eventually pull away that your eyes land on the clock behind him.
“Christ, it’s late,” you murmur. You blink heavily, Ricky mirroring the action, and you trace your thumb over his cheek, just looking at him a little longer. You tug the blanket up a little higher, snuggling up next to him. He holds you close on instinct, still trying to process everything that happened tonight in spite of how exhausted he is. It hits him suddenly, and he struggles to stay awake so he can appreciate the kiss you press to his jaw, the warm feeling of your hand on his chest.
He tries so hard to stay awake, to look at you for a little while, because no amount of time with you feels like enough. He refuses to acknowledge the heavy way he blinks and squeezes his eyes, trying to force them to focus on you, but he can feel himself losing the fight against the deep sleep he’s about to slip into. This night was a success, he thinks. He did a good job.
Late morning sunlight streams through his window, finally dragging Ricky back into the waking world. He looks over, missing your presence, and finds his bed empty. As he rolls over, he’s struck by the sweet, intoxicating scent of your peachy perfume. It’s all over his pillow, his sheets, his blankets. His whole room smells faintly of your scent. He buries his nose in the pillow where you’d slept, breathing it in, taking him right back to last night.
Eventually, he checks his phone. It’s later than he’d expected, but he’s greeted with a text from you, bringing an immediate, even bigger smile to his face.
He sighs, lovestruck. He doesn’t want to get out of bed, doesn’t want the scent of your perfume to fade. He just wants to bask in it.
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she calls me daddy
A Euphoria Imagine
Pairing: Maddy Perez x female!reader
Word Count: 4.6k
Summary: You’re new to East Highland and Maddy Perez takes you under her wing.
Warnings: NSFW, dom!Maddy, sub!reader, daddy kink
A/N: Under 18 dni!!! This is mostly porn with, like, a lil bit of plot just for fun because fuck Nate Jacobs, based on the song she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA. If you know me irl proceed with caution lmao bc this is literally pure filth. Also this is unedited so there’s probably some errors.
Masterlist
You moved to East Highland a week before starting your senior year of high school and became fast friends with Maddy Perez after complimenting her on her vintage Pucci pumps on the first day of school. She was the one who invited you to your first EHHS party where, for better or worse, you caught Nate Jacobs’ eye.
The smug smile on his face as he walked through the halls with one arm slung over your shoulders was enough to deter any of the other boys from shooting their shots. By the beginning of October, the whole school knew that the two of you would be homecoming king and queen; it was practically set in stone.
You and Maddy crushed the first four days of Spirit Week, and suddenly it was Friday and you were wearing Nate’s football jersey tied up around your waist, leaving just a sliver of skin visible above the waistband of your plaid miniskirt. The day passed by quickly since all classes were cut short to leave enough time for the pep rally at the end of the day, which would officially kick off the homecoming weekend.
Nate drove you home after the game, even though the rest of the team was going out to celebrate. He pulls into the driveway half an hour before your curfew and follows you inside to make the most of them. You lead him up the stairs to your bedroom, shouting a quick ‘hello’ to your parents as you pass the living room.
“Why can’t you just go to homecoming with me?” he asks
“I told you, my parents won’t let me,” you say, trying your hardest not to roll your eyes as you repeat yourself for what seems like the millionth time.
“But --” You press a finger to his lips, shushing him and cutting him off.
“I gotta go with a group of girls so they won’t get suspicious. But if you’re a good sport, afterward at Maddy’s house,” you slow down and exaggerate those last two words to get your point across, and you flick your eyes to the open door, making sure your parents aren’t eavesdropping before sliding your hand down to his chest and leaning in until your lips are almost touching his to whisper, “I’ll make it up to you.” He hisses as he sucks in a deep breath, and you pull your head away a split second before he leans in to try and capture your lips.
“Tomorrow, I promise,” you say, drizzling your voice in regret. A quiet, frustrated grunt escapes his lips as he leans his head back and closes his eyes and you giggle at the familiar action. Power rushes through your veins; it feels good to have someone
“Tell me why I thought it would be a good idea to date a girl with religious parents,” he groans, running a hand through his thick hair.
“‘Cause I’m irresistible,” you say with a wink. “Speaking of religious parents, you should probably go before they decide that I can’t go to the dance tomorrow.” You walk an unenthusiastic Nate out the front door, giving his bicep a quick squeeze before shutting the door. He hesitates outside the door and leans his back against the solid wood, imagining you on the other side doing the same, but in reality, you’ve already made it back up to your room and are shimmying the screen on your window up. With practiced ease, you swing your legs out and slip through the opening. With three steps to the left, you’re able to wrap your legs around one of the pillars on the front porch, and you clamber down like an expert mountain climber.
It takes ten minutes to bike to your destination, and when you arrive, you let your bike fall to the ground and pull off your sweatpants and Nate’s jersey, shoving them under one of the wheels. You ring the doorbell and adjust the hem of your skirt as you wait for the door to open. It takes a few minutes, during which you’ve rearranged your very minimal clothing at least fifteen times, but then the door is swinging open to reveal Maddy standing in the doorway wearing a pair of black high-waisted bike shorts with a matching sports bra and a shit-eating smirk.
“You can head upstairs, I’m just gonna grab us something to drink,” she says as you step inside. You nod and follow the familiar path to her bedroom. The lights are off, but the fairy lights on the walls cast a pretty pink glow around the room. You kick off your platform sneakers and sit on the edge of the bed with your ankles crossed and hands folded in your lap, waiting for Maddy. She brings two glasses of red wine with her and hands one to you without a word. The liquid is bitter on your tongue and you feel a familiar warmth spreading through your body as soon as it hits your stomach.
“Were you with Nate?” Maddy asks. Her voice is clear and her tone is neutral, but her eyes darken with just the slightest hint of anger.
“Yeah,” you answer
“Did he touch you?” She asks this question a little bit louder and raises an eyebrow as she waits for your response. You shake your head and lower your head to stare into your wineglass, avoiding her intense stare. When you lift your head again, Maddy is towering over you. She takes the glass from your hand and sets it on the floor, off to the side next to her own. Using two fingers, she tips your chin up until your gaze locks on her eyes. Her pupils are so large that only a sliver of dark brown is visible.
“I said: did he touch you?” She repeats, pausing for a second in between each word.
“No,” you whisper, shaking your head again.
“Good.” A smile breaks out on her face and she leans forwards, pushing your shoulders down until your back hits the bed behind you. She crawls over your body, careful not to touch any part of you except your wrists, which she pins to the bed above your head. Then she leans down until you can feel her breath on your ear.
“Do you love him?” Her voice is a husky whisper against the delicate skin of your neck, and a shiver travels up your spine, making your body convulse.
“No,” you repeat, and it morphs into a squeal as she lowers her mouth and pulls your earlobe between her teeth.
“Who do you love?” Maddy starts a trail of kisses down your jaw.
“You.” The answer is a shaky breath leaving your lips.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Her lips ghost over yours and your hips buck upwards, searching for some sort of friction, but they can’t quite get high enough
“You. I love you, daddy.” As soon as the words leave you, her lips are crashing against yours and you can taste the strawberry sweetness of her lip gloss.
When she pulls back to catch her breath, you let out a needy whine, struggling against her firm grasp to free your hands, desperate to touch her. A stern glare stops you in your tracks and you deflate into the comforter.
“Do you want something?”
“I--” You start to answer, but she cuts you off.
“Because if you do, you have to ask for it.” She shifts her weight so there’s even more pressure against your wrists, and you moan at the sensation.
“Wanna touch you,” you manage to mumble. “Please, can I touch you?”
In the seconds before she releases your hands, you’re hyper-aware of how fast your heart is beating against your chest, working overtime to pump blood where you need it most. You immediately grab at her hips to pull them down onto your own to alleviate some of the pressure thrumming in your core. She keeps one hand above her head to support her weight but uses the other one to slip the straps of your tank top off your shoulders. You reluctantly take your hands off of her, one at a time, to pull them off completely. From there, it’s easy for her to slide the slip of fabric down until your boobs burst free.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” she breathes, pausing to admire your small but perky chest and the hard peaks of your nipples. Your cheeks burn under her adoring gaze and you tilt your head back in a silent request for a kiss which she is eager to answer. This kiss is dirtier than the ones before; she sucks your bottom lip into her mouth and then releases it with a small pop, taking advantage of the way your jaw drops in pleasure to slip her tongue in its place. With slow strokes, she licks the roof of your mouth and seems to absorb your soft mewls before they can leave your throat. You open your mouth even wider, wanting more, needing more, but she slides down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses underneath your chin and down your neck. Your head drops back onto the mattress to give her more room and you arch your back to encourage her to move lower. Her hips follow yours as they drop down a little bit and she grinds down on you. You try to spread your legs but she squeezes her thighs tighter around yours to hold you in place which causes you to whine.
She ghosts a hand over each of your breasts, just barely grazing your nipples, and then trails her fingers lower, over the scrunched-up fabric of your tank top and down to the waistband of your skirt. Her mouth replaces her hand on your breast and sucks on the skin just below your collarbone hard enough to leave a hickey. You lift your hips and wriggle to try and slip your skirt off, but she presses her palm against your hipbone to stop you. The disappointment you feel is short-lived because soon enough her hand is on your exposed thigh and she’s kneading slow circles into the soft flesh with her thumb. It feels like it takes forever for her hands to get close enough to where you want them, but in reality, it’s only a few minutes. She widens her legs and nudges your thighs open with one hand so she has more room to work, and captures your lips in another kiss. It tickles a bit as she drags a finger down the hem of your thong from your waist to your pussy where it glides easily against the silk of your panties.
“Fuck,” she groans against your lips, and you feel her smile. “So wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“All for you,” you breathe. You whimper as she presses the tip of her finger against the wet fabric.
“You like that?” Your brain is so far gone that you can’t answer with your words, too focused on the rush of pleasure the action causes, so you nod instead. She rubs slow circles around your clit through your panties, and you feel yourself gushing in response. Heat gathers deep in your belly and you push up, grinding your hips in time with her fingers, trying to get her to speed up.
“Uh, uh, uh,” she scolds, pulling her lips off of yours. “Patience.” Your lower lip juts out in a pout, but then she pulls your panties to the side and you bury your face in her neck, gasping as the sensitive skin is exposed to the cool air of her bedroom. She doesn’t give you any time to recover; her fingers are back on your clit in no time. They circle it one, two, three times before she slides down through your drenched lips. She teases your entrance with her middle finger and your moans are muffled by her neck as you press your face against it even harder.
“Please,” you whimper, and it’s just barely audible.
“Please what?” She asks as her pointer finger joins the middle at the edge of your hole.
“Please fuck me, daddy.” As soon as you finish talking, her fingers are pushing against your tightness, easing you open until they are able to slip in. Your walls clench down and your brain sings with happiness when she finds your G-spot. She presses her thumb against your clit in time with the thrust of her fingers inside you, and your hips buck against her wildly, your pussy seeking every bit of stimulation it can get.
“Fuck, daddy,” you groan. “‘M gonna cum.”
“Not yet,” she hums, slowing down her fingers just a bit.
“Please, please, please.” Your voice is a prayer against her skin. She holds you on the edge for a few seconds as your breathing speeds up and your body starts to shake from the effort of holding back your orgasm.
“Okay, you can cum for me, princess.” Your lips flutter around her fingers as all of the tension leaves your body. Her fingers continue their actions as you ride out your high, shuddering against her. When she’s coaxed every last bit of cum out of you, you whimper at the overstimulation and she pulls her fingers out and drags them up your neck, trailing your juices up to your mouth. You part your lips and obediently suck them clean. She buries her face in your hair and murmurs “You did so good for me.”
You release her fingers from your mouth and wrap your legs around her waist and she pulls you close, holding you still for a few minutes as you recover.
“Do you think you can do that again?” She asks with a wicked grin. “You haven’t taken my cock yet.”
“Yeah, but I need a minute,” you answer honestly. Your breathing is still heavy and your heart hasn’t returned to an acceptable resting rate.
“I can work with that.” Maddy climbs off of you and pulls off her shorts and the black lacy thong underneath them. You can see her own wetness shimmering between her thighs and you lick your lips, eager to feel them against you. Before she gets back on the bed, she pulls you into a half-sitting position so she can slip your shirt over your head. You fall back against the bed when she releases your hand, too worn out to hold yourself up. She crawls back over you slowly, pressing her pussy against your pelvis and then dragging it up your stomach, over your breasts, and up until she’s hovering over your mouth.
“Are you going to be a good girl and make daddy feel good?” she asks, holding her hips just out of your reach.
“Yes,” you say, taking a deep breath in and then releasing it so the hot air tickles the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. You can smell her musky scent and your clit twitches with excitement. She shivers and lowers herself down onto your eager mouth, and moans when you press a kiss to her clit. You push your tongue out and she grinds down as it brushes against her opening, but you’re not ready to give her exactly what she wants yet, so you lick your way up to her clit, instead and suck it between your lips, holding it in place to make it easier for your tongue to tease the flesh around it. One of your hands grabs the soft flesh of her ass while you guide the other to massage her lips, and her moans get louder and more frequent as you speed up your actions.
“Stop teasing,” she demands, and you oblige, dragging your tongue back down to her hole. You circle it a few times and then let it slip inside, moving your hand up so you can rub your middle finger against her clit. She bucks her hips against your mouth, pressing down harder until your tongue is fully buried inside. You lap at her G-spot and massage her clit as she rides your face faster and faster until her thighs clench and she stills as her orgasm hits.
“Fuck, Y/N,” she moans as she rubs her pussy against you a few more times to ride out her peak before collapsing on the bed next to you.
“Good?” You ask, turning to face her.
“So good, baby.” She leans in and sucks your lips into her mouth, humming as she tastes herself on them. One of her hands finds its way down to your pussy, and you gasp as the tip of her finger brushes against your swollen clit. You were so focused on making her cum that you didn’t realize that your own excitement had picked back up again until her fingers slipped on the wetness that had pooled there. “Looks like eating me out got you excited.” You feel her smirk against your lips and she slips one finger halfway inside you. “Do you want to ride me?”
“Yes, please,” you say, nodding eagerly.
“I think I’m gonna need to stretch you out a bit first, so I’m going to put another finger in, okay?” Before you can respond, she adds another finger and pushes them in deeper, keeping her pace slow and steady for a few thrusts before pulling them back out. You whine at the loss of contact and grind your hips against her thigh to get the feeling back, but she rolls away from you and gets off the bed to dig out the box of sex toys from the back of her closet. While she’s busy, you pull yourself up to a sitting position and scoot to the edge of the bed to wait for her. When she returns, she’s got a large dildo strapped that matches the color of her skin strapped to her hips, and your mouth waters at the sight in front of you.
“Like what you see?” She asks, teasing you as she pulls her shoulders back and juts her hips forward, showing off the cock between her legs.
“Yes, daddy,” you say, looking up at her with wide, eager eyes. She grabs your hand and pulls you up only to shove you down onto your knees in front of her. The thick tip of the dildo brushes against your lip and you obey the silent command and let your jaw drop to accommodate it. You push forwards until it hits the back of your throat and then pull back again. There’s still a good three inches at the base that you aren’t able to reach, but you do your best to take just a little bit more every time you bob your head.
“That’s it, babygirl, I love it when you suck my cock,” Maddy coos, reaching down to lace her fingers through your hair. She tugs on it to get you to move faster, until you’re gagging, and then she drops her hand and pulls back until the dildo falls from your lips. A trail of saliva is still connected to it, and Maddy hums in pleasure at the sight. She pulls you back up and then moves past you to lay down on the bed, motioning for you to follow. You climb on top of her, your pussy aching to be spread, and you let your lips drag against the dildo as you get into position, sending a shock of pleasure through your body. Your body hovers just above the tip of the dildo as you wait for Maddy to speak.
“Are you ready?” She asks. There’s a wicked glint in her eyes that tells you she knows that you are, but she just wants to make you wait a little bit longer.
“Yes, daddy, please,” you whine, working hard to keep your hips from bucking.
“Okay.” As soon as you have permission, you let your knees slide further apart on the bed so you can lower yourself down. It takes a second for your lips to open wide enough for the tip, but then it slips in easily. When you’ve made it halfway down it starts to meet some resistance and Maddy locks her elbows, digging her nails into the flesh of your hips so hard there’ll be bruises when you wake up tomorrow. An indignant huff escapes your lips at the abrupt interruption of your journey, but Maddy lifts her head up to capture your lips in a slow, sweet kiss to make up for it.
“Don’t want you to get hurt,” she mutters against your lips. “Gotta take it slow, okay?” You nod and lower your head, trailing kisses down her jaw and onto her neck where you bury your face. She loosens her grip on your hands and you feel yourself slowly sliding lower, lower, lower, until you’ve almost made it to the base.
Maddy’s breath is hot on your ear as she whispers, “Can you take it all, baby?”
“Yes, daddy,” you murmur against her skin. There’s a little bit of pain as your pussy stretches to accommodate the rest of the toy, but the pain morphs into pleasure once you’ve adjusted enough. “Oh fuck.” Your breathing quickens alongside your heartbeat, and you press your hips down even more until you feel your clit brush against Maddy’s. You know you’ve hit the right spot when she lets out a guttural moan. After a few seconds, she’s pushing your hips back up and you oblige, moving your hips back and forth as you ride her. With every stroke, you grind your clit down against hers for just a moment before she’s pushing you away, delaying your orgasm for as long as possible. You pull yourself up a little to be able to kiss her again, and her breathing gets shakier, letting you know that her own orgasm is close. As the pleasure builds up in your core your thrusts speed up and get sloppier, desperate for every bit of stimulation against your clit. Her grip on your hips loosens and eventually, she lets go, sliding her hands up your sides and to your tits instead, giving you full control. You slow down and focus more on grinding your hips down, pressing your clit to hers. The two of you are making so many noises you aren’t sure which ones are coming from you and which ones are coming from her. She bucks her hips up with increasing speed as she comes undone underneath you.
“Fuck, baby, right there,” she breathes just before her orgasm overtakes her and she shakes beneath you. You don’t slow down, just continue climbing to your own peak.
“‘M gonna come soon,” you mumble against her lips as you feel the first crest of pleasure.
“No, not yet, hold it, baby.” You let out a garbled whine but squeeze your eyes shut and pull your hips up to prevent yourself from falling further off the cliff. “Hold it… hold it… hold it… Good girl, okay, you can come for daddy.” As soon as the words have left her lips, you’re swallowing them with a moan, and your orgasm slams into you with full force. You feel yourself gushing all over the cock inside you, and you thrust your hips one last time, grinding down on her as you ride out every last drop of your orgasm before you collapse on top of Maddy. She giggles and wraps her arms around you, holding you tight to her chest.
“Good?” She asks, rubbing your back as you take deep breaths to try and calm your racing heart. You just nod and nuzzle your head into her chest even further, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with sweat. She lets you lay there for a few minutes before she pushes you off, pulling the toy out and taking it off, letting it fall to the floor next to her bed. You hate the empty feeling you get when she pulls out, but she distracts you by sliding a finger up through your pussy lips, collecting the wetness pooled there. She pops her finger in her mouth and hums around the digit as she tastes you. When you finally drift off to sleep with her arms wrapped tightly around you, that moment replays in a loop in your dreams.
You’re back at Maddy’s the next day to get ready for homecoming and then take photos, and your pussy tightens at the sight of the bed where, not twenty-four hours earlier, she had fucked your brains out. Thank God the others are too distracted with doing their hair and makeup to notice the blush that creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks when Maddy winks at you.
At the dance, you alternate between dancing with your girls and dancing with Nate, but when Kat announces that after one more song she’ll crown the homecoming king and queen, you make sure you’re with him. His grip is tight on your hips, digging into the bruises Maddy had made, making them ache. He buries his head in your neck as the song slows down.
“Can’t wait for later,” he whispers, and even though you can’t see his face, you can hear the smirk on his lips. You just hum in acknowledgment as your eyes seek out Maddy over his shoulder. She’s standing by the stage, whispering with Kat. Your heart clenches in your chest at the sight; Kat gets to be with Maddy while you have to dance with Nate-fucking-Jacobs, but you remind yourself that it’s not for much longer.
Soon enough, the music stops, and then everyone is looking at you as Kat says your name. You forget to breathe as you make your way to the stage with slow, controlled steps. The whole room is screaming and cheering, and it rings in your ears. Kat hands you a bouquet of flowers and places a delicate tiara atop your head, and you feel like you’re underwater, seeing things at a slight delay.
“And now it’s time to announce our homecoming king,” Kat says, and the room cheers again. Nate’s football friends are shoving him and laughing, and his bright-white smile flashes at you from the back of the room. He’s on top of the world for the ten-second pause Kat takes to build suspension.
Then, she yells, “Maddy Perez!” and everybody cheers for a second before falling into a confused silence. Nate doesn’t seem to have heard her and he’s making a beeline for the stage, but Maddy is closer, and by the time he’s made it to the stairs, she’s already been crowned. He lifts his head up and the smile on his face drops into a grimace as he notices what has happened.
“What the FUCK!” He screams. He jumps up the stairs two at a time and lunges for Maddy. She grabs your hand and pulls you to the side as security grabs him from behind before he can touch either one of you, and he kicks at them, shouting profanities as they drag him out a side door. While everyone is distracted, Maddy pulls a necklace from her bra and fastens it around your neck, letting her fingertips linger on the delicate skin on the back of your neck, causing a shiver to travel down your spine.
“Congratulations, guys,” Kat says to you and Maddy once the commotion has settled down, and you thank her before leaving the stage. The diamonds on the ‘M’ on your chest sparkle under the spotlights as you and Maddy take your spot in the center of the dance floor.
At school on Monday, it’s Maddy’s arm around you in the hallway and Nate Jacobs is nowhere to be found. All is as it should be.
#Spotify#imagine#imaginesandbandfiction#euphoria imagine#maddy euphoria#maddy x reader#maddy x you#maddy imagine#smut#maddy perez#maddy perez x you#maddy perez x reader#maddy x y/n#maddy perez x y/n#maddy fanfiction#euphoria fanfic#euphoria fanfiction#wlw
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This might be one of those "putting too much thought into some basic blue curtains" situations, but I've been thinking about it a lot. Enjoy the following sleep-deprived ramble (and continuing ramble in the tags)
I feel like the line "and if I finally break the rules, I will know of my world, I'm the ruler" means so much. We only ever hear it twice ("cool as I think I am," and "dirty dudes must die"), even though the first part ("If I can finally be cool I will know that I'm not a loser") is played numerous times, and has a LOT of importance placed on it. Dirty Dudes is obvious by explaining how Grace is falling to what she would consider satanism in the name of God, but I personally see the first usage as kind of meta. Peter is singing the song about him and Stephanie, right? Well, in the other two Hatchetfield musicals, there are both couples that slowly fall in love over the course of the runtime. And you know what? They all die at the end. Hatchetfield dies at the end. It's because the Lords didn't know the main characters personally, or else weren't asked, and they were on the bad guy's side.
The Lords in Black are very much the bad guys. They feed from people's wants and their desperation to reach fulfillment (filling the holes), and actively cause destruction to cause more want and desperation. So "breaking the rules" by making them join the good guys side, just for once, causes the nerds to be known and protected so long as they pay the price. And they do. And that's why Nerdy Prudes has a good-ish ending. The second final song "The Best of You," as weird as it is, is entirely focused on Pete and Steph, who broke the rules by not dying, and became the "Rulers," homecoming king and queen, as a result (I know it wasn't explicitly stated they were king and queen but it wasn't a plot point at all so let me pretend lol).
So basically if Grace Chastity weren't there, they would have failed and Hatchetfield would have died again.
EDIT while listening to the music again I found another half-sung form of the lyric in "cool as I think I am (reprise)" that mashes the two verses together ("If I can finally break the rules, I will know that you have to do it"). This still goes with my thought process though since it's literally during the point where the normal rules of the couple dying are broken. They are literally breaking the rule where they had to sacrifice themselves. Thanks Max thanks Grace you saved the world from a disaster you caused <3
#Also them constantly and explicitly stating they didn't want each other!#Even if they were lying#they never ever openly admitted their wants#It seems like a lot of the Lord's power comes from openly realizing one's wants#I want a partner I want my son to forgive me I want to redo the past I wanna be alone I wanna forget it all I want California#Pete and Steph's songs were all about Not Saying It Ever#Even in the gun scene with Pete asking Steph to homecoming#the final line is still “I never wanted you anyway”#“you can lie to yourself but not to me” but if you admit it I will have you! It's like a fae situation#Paul was gotten once he admitted his attraction the mall was always doomed but wanting tomorrow didn't help#Pete and Steph wanted of course but constantly denying their attraction probably helped a lot!#Though that's just a theory a play theory#nerdy prudes spoilers#nerdy prudes must die#starkid nerdy prudes must die#starkid#hucklefixation
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Prelims, Vote 7 of 8
The top 4 finales will move on to be included in the main bracket
Propaganda is under the cut, may include spoilers
Friends - 10.17 The Last One
It's specifically part 2 I think qualifies here because that has the Rachel got off the plane thing and I think in 2023 we can all admit that was a mistake. she should've just lived her best life in Paris
Gilmore Girls - 7.22 Bon Voyage
No propaganda submitted
Gossip Girl - 6.10 New York I Love You XOXO
Chuck murders his uncle so the plot is that Chuck and Blair had to get married in a day and like flee the country. Whether you loved them or hated them, no one wanted them to get married in ten minutes on the street. Dan is revealed as Gossip Girl which makes ZERO sense because he sends tips to Gossip Girl and learns stuff from it ALL THE TIME. It’s literally impossible that he was Gossip Girl the whole time. There’s a timeskip and Dan and Serena are getting married, OH cause no one even cares that he’s Gossip Girl and has ruined their lives over and over, so Dan and Serena get married even though they haven’t been together since they were sixteen!! They don’t even like eachother at all by season six. Everyone else’s ending is just tragic. Nate’s whole storyline in season one was hating that his life was planned and he’s going to end up like his dad, and he ends up exactly like his dad and he’s in politics despite showing zero interest in it before. Every character didn’t want to end up like their parents and DID by the end
ReBoot - 4.08 Crouching Binome, Hidden Virus
It concluded with a cliffanger and a massive reveal (the nice BoB, Dot was about to marry was the bad guy all along) that left the viewer shocked as Megabyte (said bad guy) seized the center of Power and everything was about to be infected.
Shameless - 11.12 Father Frank, Full of Grace
Imagine a show going on for 11 seasons just for not a single one of the characters to get a genuinely happy ending. All the endings were open ended, but for every single one of them it was implied that bad things were coming (other than the character who died, obviously, because that was a true end). We spent 11 years getting attached to characters only for none of them to be truly happy and so many questions still unanswered.
Star Trek: Voyager - 7.25 / 7.26 Endgame
Throwing together Chakotay and Seven out of nowhere at the last minute; Janeway cavalierly rewriting decades of history to save them; everything relying on deus ex machina future tech; all these are bad. But the worst part is, "Endgame" ends before they get home! We don't see any reunions between the crew and their families back home, or how their homecoming is celebrated. After seven years, they get back to Earth, and it just...ends, without any real resolution.
Top Chef - 11.17 Finale
It's the end of a long season full of frustrating man children and delicious food in Louisiana. With our final two we have Nina, an award winning chef and fan favorite of the season who has been in the top ten challenges and the bottom only twice. She could be the first (and to this day would still be the only) black woman to win Top Chef. In the other corner we have Nicholas, who was in the top four times and the bottom six times and always blames other people for his problems. He yells at his staff and coworkers whenever things get tough throughout the season as well.
They each get three sou chefs and Nina picks the two other strongest women of the season who both were screwed over by Nick earlier in the season, alongside her friend Travis. Nick picks three bros and there's a joke that it's Guys vs Girls because Travis on Nina's team is gay.
Service is stressful for each team but they handle it in different ways. Nina readjusts her plans quickly and Nick yells at his waitstaff in front of everyone again. The judges eat at both places and we get an emotional interview with each contestant of what winning would mean for them.
Judging time! Three of the judges think Nina should win because her food was the best of the night. Two judges think Nick should win because his food was better. One of the Team Nick judges is head Judge Tom Colichio and he speaks to the other judges like they're stupid. The judges start debating and the two Team Nick judges say, wait, actually both teams were equally good that night but Nina has always been that good meanwhile this is the best Nick has ever done so he should win. The judges argue more and at one point Tom Colichio says Nick yelling at his staff proves he's a passionate chef so he should win. They keep disagreeing with three for Nina and two for Nick. We don't see the end of the argument.
Two Cheftestants stand before the judges with their families and all the former contestants of the season standing off to the side. The winner of Top Chef New Orleans is... Nick. Some of his fellow Cheftestants from the season are visibly annoyed and Nick gives his mom a sloppy kiss on the lips before giving a tearful confessional. The end.
#prelim#wfprelim#wfpoll#poll#polls#friends#gilmore girls#gossip girl#reboot#shameless#star trek: voyager#top chef
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Ok so I've recently been on a mission to read as much of the Choices catalog as possible since there are so many underrated books on there besides the boring smut ones. I think my last reading list is a lil outdated, inaccurate, and harder to find, so for my convenience I'm making a separate post.
My goal is to knock out the single books before starting the series for efficiency's sake, so most of the books on the priority list are single books
Priority
Kindred (CURRENTLY ON)
The Crown and the Flame (CURRENTLY ON)
Immortal Desires?? I've been curious about it for awhile
It Lives Beneath (ALREADY STARTED...)
A Billionaire's Baby (diamond mining)
Endless Summer (ALREADY STARTED...)
Murder at Homecoming
Secondary
Guinevere
With Every Heartbeat
Laws of Attraction Series
America's Most Eligible
Red Carpet Diaries
Rules of Engagement
Break Glass in Case of Emergency
The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir
The Freshmen Series
High School Story
Feel free to recommend more books that you feel like recommending!
Current MC & OC List
Jasmine Nefaletzi (Kindred)
Velaska Prescott (It Lives Beneath)
Natasha LeNoir (RCD)
Summer Reverie Layne (ES; OC)
Minerva Kallias (MAH)
Saoirse Lemoncello (TBB)
You can find the full list of my MCs and OCs on my pinned post!
Completed Books and Mini Opinions
The Elementalists: I LOVED this series it had flaws but it was super fun to play!! I love my powerful MC and my sarcastic twin, and I'm a sucker for elemental magic systems and magic centered schools imao
A Courtesan of Rome: AAAAAAAH WHAT CAN I SAY ABOUT THIS BOOK BESIDES HOW AMAZING IT WAS!! I feel like this was a historic book that felt accurate y'know and ofc ACOR MC is literally *chef's kiss* just an absolute baddie we have no choice but to stan <3 she had all of Rome on her knees as she should!!
Crimes of Passion 1 and 2: I think objectively the original book was better but this one was more replayable/entertaining solely because of the Thorne siblings but i wish the mystery and the plot twist were handled better in Book 2 specifically
Bloodbound Series: UGH IT WAS INCREDIBLE!! It still had flaws and I would have added/rewritten things but it's definitely one of the best and most satisfying series PB has ever written
Ride or Die: IT WAS AMAZING A+ I'm so sad the sequel got canceled it deserved so much more :(
Nightbound: IT WAS PRETTY GOOD i miss them already and want a sequel now. It's very replayable which I always appreciate
#i'll be posting screenshots too so if you wanna be tagged for that stuff feel free to tell me!#mir's musings 💬#playchoices#kindred#a courtesan of rome#the crown and the flame#it lives beneath#a billionaire's baby#the elementalists#endless summer#murder at homecoming#guinevere#laws of attraction#red carpet diaries#rules of engagement#the royal romance#the royal heir#with every heartbeat#america’s most eligible#immortal desires#crimes of passion 2#crimes of passion#nightbound#bloodbound#ride or die#the freshman series#high school story
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liv…. i eat up your dialogue EVERY TIME like a crazy person.. if you post smth for someone i dont go here for, i read it just because 🤍 i 🤍 love 🤍 your 🤍 writing 🤍 but that being said……. i must know the details of the canonverse levi wip you posted. what did erwin do! what was levi and r’s relationship! how!!!!
if you're genuinely interested, i really don't mind telling u what the plot is because i will quite literally never post it. it was the first fic i ever wrote for any anime, and i hadn't even gotten very far into the actual show at the point of writing—so while some aspects are (tenuously) canon-compliant, there are also many very clear ways in which it is not.
so, to reduce that terrible levi x reader fic (it's so bad and i MEAN that!!) down to its barest bones, start to finish:
[WARNING: THERE IS AN ENTIRE FIC SUMMARIZED UNDER THIS READ MORE AND IT IS MULTIPLE THOUSANDS OF WORDS LONG. THEMES INCLUDE: DUBCON, CANON CHARACTER DEATH, VAGUELY MISOGYNISTIC TONES, AND EVERY SINGLE CRINGE-Y FANFIC CLICHE U CAN IMAGINE. BYE.]
at the point where the fic opens, reader is a young, low-ranking soldier in the survey corps on her way to mitras with levi and erwin to attend a small gala being hosted by a very wealthy family that they're petitioning (effectively wooing) to provide funding for the corps
the reason reader is asked to come along is because she comes from a very good family in mitras and is connected to the "high society" folk—though never explicitly stated, erwin very much intends to use her and her social graces as a sort of poster child and mouthpiece for the corps, in hopes that she can charm ppl and help them gain favour to accomplish their goal
all things considered, reader was very privileged growing up and had as comfortable/luxurious of a life as anyone (at least anyone in paradis) could possibly hope to have. her family is aristocracy/noble and comes from a long line of "wealth." her father is a doctor who consults with the military in a high ranking capacity—though he's never actively been a soldier, and it's largely just a cushy job where he doesn't do much actual grunt work, just gets consulted on things and sits on boards or whatever
reader graduated from school and enlisted in the military when she came of age—to the shock and horror of her family (especially her mother) and their noble peers. but she felt an impetus to do something with her life that wasn't just sit around docilely and look pretty until eventually her father handed her over to an advantageous husband and she went from daughter to wife and surely then eventually mother—while never actually having any agency or choice for herself
because reader was well-educated from childhood, she did well academically at the cadet academy, and because she grew up in a comfortable home she is physically very competent as well (though truthfully her skill as a soldier is often very OP and cringey to read back now... but it was my first fic! sue me!)
levi and reader don't interact much in the corps (as he's not her squad leader) but when they do they're constantly at odds—he thinks less of her as a result of her silver spoon upbringing, and while she doesn't dislike him, per se, she definitely resents his treatment of her
on the trip to mitras (alongside a very uncomfortable homecoming to her estranged family's home with two men who are effectively her bosses) they attend the gala/banquet and it's revealed that the family hosting it is the most wealthy in mitras (save for the royal family, though they're sort of unofficially considered the second-in-command) who reader is very familiar with—they have a son her age, and a few daughters slightly younger, who she grew up close to (i made all these characters up btw.... first fic liv was rly going wild)
the son from this family was always sort of sweet on reader growing up, and they have a vaguely romantic history in their teens (before reader enlisted.) reader very quickly surmises that she was brought along (or at the very least is able) to possibly sway the son in their favour, as the eldest and heir to this family's fortune, who would in turn convince the father to support the corps
the son (his name is adam btw. if anyone cares? lmao) is actually very sweet, and earnestly cares for her. he's just blinded by his own affluence to a lot of realities—like most extremely wealthy people are
reader is a good soldier and she's cunning, and she knows that what she's doing is ethically/morally questionable but in the interest of the greater good she goes along with some flirtation/manipulation for the cause
the story progresses and reader continues her work in the military, but the heir from this family is clearly infatuated with her and he (and his father/family by extension) begin implicating themselves more heavily with the military as an excuse to see her/spend time with her/etc though of course it's all under the guise of official business
so it's like the life she fled is bleeding into the one she built for herself, and it's stark juxtaposition becomes very clear in those instances where they overlap and she's forced to juggle them both
she just wants to be a soldier and do good. erwin is (in so many words) pressuring her to do her part and keep up the charade. levi is watching this all unfold from the wings and starts to feel some genuine sympathy for her
lots of very dramatic things happen, yadda yadda yadda. levi grows less hostile over time, and reader becomes closer to him. she's always respected him and that grows into something mutual. there's a lot of unspoken tension brewing between them
it's revealed that reader threw her cadet exam results so that she wouldn't be in the top of her class, and therefore couldn't become an MP and had to join either the garrison or the scouts. she did it intentionally (erwin knew and used this to his advantage) so that her family wouldn't be able to force her back to mitras. when levi realizes what erwin did/knew and how he used it to his own advantage it really upsets him, because he's basically pimping reader out for the betterment of the survey corps. this is the first time you really see levi get angry about the way she's being used (and you can infer in this moment that he maybe cares about her a bit)
more dramatic stuff happens!
the story culminates in the reveal that the son is planning to ask for reader's hand in marriage. her own family has already agreed. part of the financial agreement the powerful family has made with the survey corps is that reader will effectively be retired once she marries (and transferred to a clerical role with the MPs. desk work, basically. fake work, for all intents and purposes, because the position was made up just for her)
reader goes to erwin, understandably extremely distraught when she finds out, and begs him to stop it from happening. she doesn't really care about getting married, but she doesn't want to leave the scouts. he effectively (though not explicitly/in these particular words) implies that maybe if she fucks her "fiance" he'll be more open to compromise and let her stay in the corps
she does it, but unsurprisingly loverboy is not about to let the woman he's obsessed with (who he has now officially boned lmao) go back to risking her life every day in the military, and it's almost immediately revealed that her plan didn't work at all
(erwin pretty much knew the whole time it wasn't going to work. bastard.)
reader feels betrayed and helpless. she goes to levi the night before she's set to leave—who basically is like "uhhhh i told you so??" upon finding out what's happened—and they end up sleeping together anyway in a very emotionally fraught and vulnerable moment
she leaves the next day
a timeskip happens. turns out that the ENTIRETY of the wealthy family was killed in the attack in mitras (like between annie and eren's titans i think? don't remember what season that is. a lot of ppl get smooshed in a church. they were there.)
but reader had already been married into the family. she wasn't in the church and inherited the entirety of their wealth as the sole surviving family member.
she was also.... pregnant :) (of course she was! this fic hits every trope and bad fanfic cliche! maybe it's twins!)
levi is back in mitras years (??) later (listen.... i didn't know where the hell the canon storyline of this manga was going at the time so FORGIVE ME for the fact that obviously this is not canon compliant l m a o)
reader has become sort of a recluse since everything happened in mitras, but having inherited the wealth she's become a key figure politically and particularly with respect to the military because of her influence as a donor.
levi tracks her down to this surprisingly humble property on the outskirts of town.
there's a little boy playing in the yard. no more than four or five. he has dark hair and slate grey eyes. levi looks at this child and sees his mother's face.
the little boy speaks to him but levi is (understandably) very confused and disoriented. reader comes outside and is shocked to see levi there. like she's seeing a ghost.
reader tells the little boy to come to her and scoops him up in her arms, and she quietly reminds him (his name is Teddy btw... short for Theodore) that he's not supposed to talk to strangers.
and Teddy leans in real close and says "but mama... he has your wings" because Levi is wearing his survey corps uniform with the insignia on them. you've kept your own patch (a parting gift from erwin when he sold you off... how thoughtful) and treasure it.
all of which is to say that basically Levi is the kid's father, but because reader was already married when her pregnancy was discovered and the timeline still checked out—so no one ever questioned the paternity (especially because she was a WIDOW by the time she gave birth.)
teddy is now the "legitimate" heir to the entire fortune that was left by reader's husband/his family, but until he comes of age it's reader's to manage, so she can provide a safe home for him to grow up in—though notably removed from the society that she was raised in.
it's heavily implied (though not actually confessed) that reader and levi have been in love with each other for all these years, and there's a kind of optimism about what future is ahead for them now that their paths have crossed again. (present day canon-knowing liv is laughing at this part in particular.)
the end.
#liv got mail#for all that is good and FUCKING merciful if u make it through this thank you and i'm sorry#WIP#<- that tag feels bad and wrong here but oh well#hiding in the tags to talk abt this wip more hope that's ok lmao#the hard part is that i think there are some aspects of this story that ARE good and many that COULD HAVE BEEN good (but aren't)#adam's character in particular is very interesting to look at bc he's very morally grey#reader struggling against her circumstances is compelling bc her wealth turns the conventions of that narrative on its head#levi reckoning with his own prejudices!#erwin being kind of evil!#reader being of age when she joined the cadets and therefore older than the rest +#now occupying a kind of big sister role to the others after living all her life as an only child!#yeah... anyway
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I'm gonna come out and say it; No Way Home sucked. Sure, it had some good moments but in my opinion, it does not live up to the first two instalments of the trilogy. I liked the first part of the movie but as soon as I knew where the second part was going, I fell off that train pretty quickly.
Not only did it make MCU Spidey end up with the same tale as his two predecessors but it also undoes Peter's entire establishment in Marvel's overall franchise. What was the point of the last four movies putting him on the roster with Earth's MIGHTIEST Heroes if you were just going take all that away and make it like he exists in a completely separate world from them? What was the point of the three cameos we had from RDJ, Samuel L. Jackson, and Benedict Cumberbatch in their iconic roles to show that interconnected universe as with every other MCU movie, only for that to be stripped away at the very last second? Might as well have been another one of Sony's solo ventures at making a series after TASM but it's not and that's why I HATE the uncertainty of Peter Parker's future in the MCU. However, given the current failing reality of the MCU with every new movie that comes out, I can already confirm it's nothing good. In fact, it probably would be best if progress stops altogether before Marvel really is stuck in the dust and just a part of a magnificent past with no legacy to carry on. (This is a side note but that is still a big issue for me anyways that I may expand upon later in another post. In the meantime, go watch all the video essays on YouTube, I'm sure you'll find many good ones.)
He had a unique story that fit into the overarching plot of the MCU and the premise he had was different from the previous Spideys which is what was so interesting about his character development. This Peter Parker had friends that weren't introduced before, or at least, they were more developed than in other series; he had a superhero as a mentor, not a scientist turned villain due to unfortunate circumstances; he had a guy in the chair who wasn't after him or turned villain because his father was one, he had two crushes that were friends, he was part of clubs and acted more teenage-like than the last two. He interacts with other heroes, joins the Avengers, fights THE villain, perishes, comes back, loses his mentor, and is still expected to keep on going.
For crying out loud, he was asked if he was going to be the next Iron Man but he knew he wasn't which is what Far From Home set out to show us. And to all those who called him Iron Man Jr. in Homecoming, I hope you know that you make no sense and I think Marvel did a wonderful job making him stand apart. He was a kid admiring one of his role models and now that he actually had a connection to him, of course he was going to want to be like his mentor but even Tony recognized that he wanted him to be more, not like him. This shows Iron Man himself had great respect for the young hero.
Now, moving onto No Way Home, two main things that annoy the heck out of me; Peter being forgotten (obviously) and Aunt May dying. I'll start with Aunt May's death. To be honest, it was a completely unnecessary death and it actually doesn't make sense for the purpose it had in the movie. The punchline "With great power comes great responsibility." loses its premise as soon as you recall Civil War's intro to Peter in the first place. Uncle Ben had already died, Peter was Spider-Man at this point, and remember what Peter told Tony when they met, why the older hero related to him so much? "When you can do the things that I can, but you don't... and then the bad things happen... they happen because of you." So he already learned that lesson on responsibility and by the time we get to No Way Home, this kid had learned lessons also involving the universe at large. Why are we rehashing Uncle Ben's offscreen death with Aunt May if Marvel literally stated that was overdone? Make that make sense. But oh, it was to make something big and dramatic happen in the movie because we needed to mOve aLoNg. Peter lost his parents, his uncle, and mentor; can you come up with something new other than parental figure losses? Why do TASM Peter and OG Peter still have their Aunt Mays and even if it was just a deleted scene, technically TASM Peter's dad? Huh, then what do you say there? Why did MCU Peter Parker have to lose ALL his parental figures?
Finally, the thing that probably broke most of us; Peter being wiped from everyone's memory. As I stated earlier, his entire existence within the MCU just vanishes, like that, in seconds. So......... what was the point of his existence up till now in the MCU? What was the point of his specific development and growth if he was just going to get forgotten? Why was he meticulously introduced at the height of the Avengers' conflict and then constantly involved with some other MCU hero/important character if he was going to be removed from that? If the Avengers were never a big deal, why make him a part of that at all and why were we still bringing them up at the climax of the film? For those who bring up the argument that he's supposed to be a solitary hero, well that was the worst way to have introduced him then, right? But Marvel chose that route, not any other. Which is why that decision still makes no sense to me. You put him in a world where he wasn't the only superhero and he was going to interact with other heroes which none of the other Spider-Men had and that already put him in a unique position. Why give him a background that was going to get swiped?
Imagine that, making five blockbuster films that gave him a firm standing in the MCU at the peak of Phase 3 and then in his sixth film, his last standalone which is supposed to be his most shining moment, he gets the rug pulled out from underneath him to give him a blank slate? You might as well have thrown every script out from 2015 to 2019 including him before they were ever written or considered. It's the equivalent of undoing everything you just worked on in a school project that's worth 40% of your final grade. Think about that for a second. Marvel just undid 6 years of work and investment in a single character for them to go back to the beginning. Why didn't you just do that then from the start? You could have had more classic Spidey a long time ago by that train of thought (which I really didn't want because we already saw that twice and this Spidey was something fresh).
Anyways, thanks for reading. This is 2 years worth of disappointment and frustration put on the page.
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Long Post: HSMTMTS S1 re-watch: It’s crazy to think Rina changed the game for the writers on 105 because when you watch 101-104 it really makes you wonder if some directing choices are intentional or just came out, particularly from the actors acting choices and the rest just totally solidifies Rina's whole arc. For example:
Gina’s first entrance on the show is when Kourt mentions Ricky to Nini. She is at the back on her locker when Ricky enters the scene to talk to Nini. That’s an intentional framing. On 101, before reading the cast list, he is already looking at her from across the room. On 102, he looks breathless at Gina’s dance during rehearsals and there’s a moment he keeps looking at her even after she walks away. Same episode, their first talk at the stake park does feel like the tension and lingering gazes are intentional. Like you are meant to feel the tension. And you can hear Breaking Free playing from Gina's headphones.
On 105 it does feel odd how mad Ricky was about Gina going with EJ to the homecoming dance because wouldn’t that be good? That EJ isn’t on Nini’s orbit anymore? Even Gina questions him over why is he making her dating life his business and he didn’t know why. He definitely had a crush on Gina then. He had one conversation with her (skate park) and felt like they had a connection ("l thought we sort of got each other"). If you think about it, he internalized Troy and Gabriella's outsiders narrative onto them, which it’s pretty telling.
The whole confessional "Ricky intrigues me and I don’t get intrigued" and "Does she intimidates you? Can’t say she does" tells you they were going that road, at least Ricky having a crush on Gina early on and Josh was told to act this way around her, but it was ultimately the 105 car scene that changed the plans in terms of where the romance was going, not longer being a plot device but a slow burn. And mostly, Ricky stayed in the show for Gina. This is something non-Rina's never seem to put any importance into. Ricky joined the club for Nini but ultimately stayed because Gina's encouragement made him see his own worth (and that defining moment was on 102).
To me, next episodes were key and it throws away the argument that Ricky didn't have a crush on Gina or wasn't pursuing her romantically. Gina dropped her "plans" and Ricky stopped his active pursue of Nini right after homecoming. Each of them forgot what their initial motivation was. This is why the "second choice" argument falls void. Ricky could’ve continued his pursue of Nini especially because at this point he knows she’s not longer in a relationship with EJ but he wasn’t focused on her anymore and those episodes point that out. On 106, Big Red straight up asks him if something happened with Gina on Friday, to what he responds he isn’t sure [if it was romantic] and you can see them gazing at each other across the room (with Nini unbothered in the middle of them. Again, intentional framing).
It baffles me people were trying to make Rinas feel delusional for thinking Ricky had a crush on Gina when he was obvious on his intentions. Before the song, in this scene from 106, Gina was the only one to support his idea and right off the bat she could feel his distress over the possibility of the show getting cancelled. She tried to joke about it but softly changes the subject because she could read him. It points to the emotional connection they already share. After he literally sings to her, Ricky flirts with her and I feel like since Gina didn’t have much experience she didn’t know how to read the whole thing. It’s funny because after Ricky tells her she’s good at everything and says "I can’t forget about anything that happened at homecoming" you can see in his face that he is waiting for a reaction from her — one she doesn’t give him. The scene is pretty layered.
There’s this scene on 107 where Nini clearly flirts with him and he seems uncomfortable. Instead, he looks behind him to see if Gina is bothered by their interaction and goes to sit by her side afterwards. Does that seem like a guy that is desperate to go back to his ex girlfriend now that he is seeing the signals? No. Mind you, there’s a time jump (about a month) between 106-107. Enough for Gina to know where Ricky’s house was and how long it takes her to walk there. They probably spent a lot of time together and this might also be the time Ricky got to have Gina’s mom phone number.
On 107, Gina and Ricky's emotional connection is made clear again by them talking about change and Gina reading Ricky like a book. They both share a strong understanding of each other that gets later confirmed by them on season 2. They arrived at the party and Nini straight up notices their closeness and considers them a "we" and Ricky at this point is not trying to get back to Nini. He interacts with Gina in a way that feels like he is introducing a soon to be lover. He isn’t even trying to make Nini jealous. He isn’t even close to her at the party because his focus is on Gina. After that phone call with Gina and her mom, he can tell she is distressed so he walks off straight to the kitchen to gather her stuff so they can leave, together. Gina shuts him down and tells him not to call her anymore and the first thing he does is grab his stuff and leave the party. Nini tries to stop him but doesn’t get the reaction she expects. And important to notice how he includes Gina in all of the things that are making him distressed.
Gina tells Ricky not to text her anymore and that’s because she thinks there isn’t any point in them continuing whatever their relationship was since she’s leaving (not in those words, but the subtext was there) and he still sends her multiple texts that get unanswered. It again baffles me that some claim Ricky didn’t care about Gina leaving when he was distressed and was trying to be in contact with her. He even firmly claims Gina will be back and when Nini asks him if she texted him, he goes and anxiously asks her if Gina texted her. Nini makes the first move in telling Ricky to practice with her after rehearsals and funny enough, the almost kiss happens right after Gina texts Ricky she is leaving for good. It took Gina being removed from an episode and Ricky believing she was gone for Ricky and Nini to get closer after what was like more than one month.
Opening night makes it very clear that Gina and Ricky were pretty much left in the open. When Ricky waits for Gina backstage after she comes back he tells her "I wish…I don’t know what to say" and Gina tells him not to say anything. She also makes it clear she’s only back for one night only. Was he going to say "I wish I knew you were coming back?" Who knows. At this point Ricky had regressed back to who he was and his confessional during that scene tells you this. "Maybe I’m back to who I always was. I don’t know something is different". He is stating that there’s a before and after Gina for him. And notice how the Rina cue is playing during this scene — a cue that is a representation of Ricky’s feelings for Gina, not the other way.
You cannot say that if Ricky knew Gina was staying for real, he would’ve gotten back with Nini. There’s also a quote people don’t pay attention to and it’s when Gina asks him what happened since he dropped out of the show and he says "It’s a long story. I could ask you the same thing". It hints he isn’t okay with how things went down with her. Regardless, I’m glad he got back to Nini on season 1 because he needed to get through that process for growth.
Season 1 tells you the basics of their arc and why it took them so long to get together. It basically confirms that Nini represents the childhood Ricky is so afraid to let go of and Season 2 is actually really good at showcasing Ricky’s internal struggle with trying to suppress his feelings for Gina and pushing for something he knows has not future anymore. He wasn’t fighting for Nini but more like for things to stay stagnant because that’s his confront zone.
Ricky and Gina's dynamic on season 2 is brillantly acted by Josh and Sofia because is in the subtle moments and foreshadowing and if you as an audience are used to things being told to you — you would’ve never understood Ricky and Gina as a pairing. I might do one for season 2 when I finish the re-watch for S2.
#thoughts on my rewatch#my friendship (who’s watching for the first time ever) caught up on rina from the get go#hsmtmts#high school musical the musical the series#gina porter#ricky x gina#rina#ricky bowen#text post
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The Right Partner - Steggy Netflix Series
Steggy Week 2022 Day 1: Inspired By (@steggyfanevents)
Tried my hand at a more complex edit! Template made by @seungnm
This series is inspired by:
1. The story structure of the 45-50 minute 22-episode season arc (particularly a la season 1-3 of Agents of SHIELD where the events that lead to the mid-season finale cause a cataclysmic-type event that launches the plot of the second half of the season.)
2. The style of a Mike Schur Comedy (The Good Place, Parks and Recreation)
3. The fact that we deserve a full, well-written series based on Steve and Peggy’s life post-Endgame goddammit
Full Episode List and Summaries for the “Continue Watching” Shows under the cut! (Be warned, it is a lot)
The Right Partner Episode List
S1 E1: Hello Darling
It’s the year 1949 and Agent Peggy Carter is hard at work at the SSR. That is, until a familiar face appears on her doorstep, changing the course of her life.
S1 E2: Househusband
Peggy and Steve face scrutiny from their nosy neighbours for their unorthodox lifestyle. Jack Thompson returns to the SSR after an extended hiatus.
S1 E3: Fondue
As Steve and Peggy adjust to their new dynamic and former’s new secret identity, the latter struggles to find a proper work-life balance while Howard gives Steve unsolicited advice.
S1 E4: The Secret Life of Agent Carter
Suspicious of Peggy’s good mood recently, Phillips and Jack try to figure out the reason behind it. Steve takes up a new hobby with the help of Edwin.
S1 E5: Signed, Sealed, Delivered
When a mission goes awry, Edwin is unwittingly tasked with keeping it a secret from Steve while Phillips, Jack, and Howard work frantically to get Peggy out of a sticky situation.
S1 E6: Girls Go Wild
Angie, Ana and Peggy’s weekend getaway doesn’t go as planned. Steve gets in over his head when he volunteers to help out with the school musical.
S1 E7: The 107th
When old friends reunite, new tensions are created as Steve and Peggy must decide whether to reveal the secret of Steve’s return in the wake of a new threat emerging.
S1 E8: Understudy
Steve and Peggy’s date night gets interrupted when they run into one of Peggy’s old flames. Jack, Howard, Edwin and Ana attend a performance of Angie’s newest theatre show.
S1 E9: Corner
Howard’s latest invention forces Peggy and Jack together - literally - right before an important meeting. Steve helps Phillips with an interrogation.
S1 E10: To Peggy, with Love
Edwin and Angie help Steve pick out a six month anniversary gift for Peggy, who is out on a mission with Jack and Agent Ramirez to investigate a disturbingly familiar pattern of criminal behaviour.
S1 E11: Growing Pains
Steve and Peggy’s relationship is put to the test as a sinister force returns.
S1 E12: Don’t Be Late (Mid-Season Finale)
In a desperate attempt to save their friend, Steve and Peggy partner with an untrustworthy ally despite Edwin’s reservations.
S1 E13: Bucky
Reeling from the events of the last four years, Bucky struggles to adapt to his homecoming while Steve agonizes over how to help his friend with the lack of resources that were available in the 21st century.
S1 E14: Darling, Dearest
Peggy’s concern for Steve grows as he pushes himself to his limits. Ana and Angie conspire to get Edwin to take it easy.
S1 E15: Punk/Jerk
Steve and Howard call in a favour to help Bucky while Peggy hatches a plot with the aid of Angie, Ana, Edwin and Jack.
S1 E16: My Brother’s Keeper
As he relearns who he was and who he wants to be, Bucky takes a keen interest in Steve and Peggy’s relationship while Edwin plans the latest Stark Gala Extravaganza.
S1 E17: I’ll Show You
Steve and Peggy both attempt to hide their personal struggle with the yearly anniversary of the Valkyrie crash from each other. Meanwhile Angie mediates a dispute between Howard, Jack and Bucky.
S1 E18: Breaking Bread
Peggy and Jack bond when they go undercover. Ana and Edwin invite Steve over for tea.
S1 E19: The Handcuff Games
Peggy keeps hitting a wall in her hunt to end Leviathan until she gets help from an unexpected source.
S1 E20: The Enemy of My Enemy
Peggy confides in Howard about her feelings toward her future at the SSR while Jack begrudgingly asks Steve for help.
S1 E21: Now or Never
With the gaps in Bucky’s memory returning at a steadier rate, the SSR team puts their plan to dismantle both Leviathan and the Red Room for good into action.
S1 E22: A Second Chance (Season Finale)
On the one-year anniversary of Steve’s return, Peggy receives some unexpected news. Phillips and Howard reveal the details of a top secret project.
“Continue Watching”
The 107th
Follow the elite team known as Howling Commandos as they traverse Europe on various post-WWII missions in this thrilling series.
Featuring appearances from Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Howard Stark, and plenty of “wahoo’s".
All Day: A Tale of Two Captains
After the climactic battle with the Red Skull, the Tesseract sends Captain Carter almost 70 years into the future… and into another universe altogether, where not only Steve Rogers was the one who received the serum, he’s still alive. With the help of Captain America and the rest of the Avengers, Peggy tries to find her way home.
But where is home in the multiverse when your heart seems to be right in front of you?
When Bucky Met Sam
After meeting each other on a double date gone wrong with their two now-engaged best friends, Bucky and Sam must re-evaluate their own contentious friendship when they are asked to be the Best Man/Man of Honour respectively for Steve and Peggy’s wedding.
Confessions of an (Ex)-Widow
Reunited following the events of Endgame, Natasha and Yelena pick up the work that was stalled after the Blip. But their ghosts still haunt them as they learn just how deep the roots of the Red Room still go.
Mr. and Mrs. Stark
After finally tying the knot after years of a passionate on-again, off-again relationship, Pepper Potts Stark and Tony Stark find out that despite knowing each other for over a decade, there are still things to discover about the other.
Ghost Rider
In this action-packed series, Robbie Reyes continues his vigilantism while grappling with what it really means to be a brother when he owes a debt to the Devil inside him.
Featuring appearances from Daisy Johnson, Elena “Yo-Yo” Rodriguez and Melinda May.
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Ok but this is ‘Homecoming’ Santi and Frankie getting up to no good while Reader is away on a work trip. They send her daily selfies as a way to distract themselves while she’s gone because they miss her so much. Most of the pics are sweet and flat out silly but some are *cough* nsfw. 😏
Gaaah Ozzie!! I'm so so sorry for how long this has taken! Thank you for sending me this glorious photo and making my day! I love you honey!
HOMECOMING DRABBLE: SEND NUDES
Summary/Author's notes: Santiago and Frankie are left to their own devices when you're out of town and get up to some road shenanigans. This is surprisingly PG-13 guys. Also have not proofread and wrote this within half an hour, please forgive me for the atrocious typo, it is what it is with these drabbles.
Word Count: 1700
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You: There's a man here who's been picking his nose for half an hour straight. Like he's digging for gold in the yukon river.
Santi: Teacher's conference sounds riveting, promise you'll take me next year.
You: 😒har har
"That Boa?" Frankie asks from the driver's seat.
Santiago hums in affirmation as he types out another quip in reply to you, "she's having a ball there apparently."
There's a bright barking laughter in reply from Frankie, "so long as she doesn't kill anyone in murderous rage, I'd call that a win."
Pocketing the phone away, Santiago looks up to the sight of the Florida landscape whizzing by outside the car window. It's green trees and pink-blue skies as the sun is setting over the horizon. It's pretty damn breathtaking. Santiago grew up in Florida and spent the better half of the 18 years it took for him to qualify as a legal adult before he took the first flight out for the military, and despite this he never knew that Florida could look like this. Leave it to Frankie to find something beautiful and joyous in a trashcan state like Florida.
The window on the driver's side is wound down and the slow easy breeze is flowing into the car, rustling through Frankie's hair. It makes the hint of silver in his hair shine against the setting sun and before he knows it Santiago pulls up his phone again, framing the sight and memorializing the image to keep forever.
"What are you doing?" Frankie asks. There's accusation in his tone as he quirks his eyebrow.
Way to ruin the romantic moment. Santiago doesn't know what he's ever done to earn such mistrust from the man for such an innocent, innocuous act like taking a simple photo of his own damn husband to be treated like it's plot of treason against the state.
"Don't get your panties in a twist Frank, I'm just taking a photo to send to the missus."
Santiago barely has time to send off the photo before his phone pings two seconds later to your enthusiastic approval.
You: GASP! 😍😍😍😍 more please!!!!
"She wants another picture," Santiago says, and Frankie frowns, the conflict plain on his face.
The man's always hated having his photos taken. He'll always be drawing down his cap, looking off into the far distance like he's been taken hostage and forced under gunthreat. Or he'll literally try to hide himself behind people as much as possible if it's a group photo. But the catch here is, Frankie can never say no to you. It's a Sophie's choice (Santiago thinks that's the appropriate expression, he never did see the movie. Two hours and a half is way too long).
"That's a no then?"
Santiago: Your husband is being a grump, no photos unfortunately.
You: What if I send a photo back? quid pro quo?
Santiago: I'm interested...
Santiago: P.S. make it nude.
You: HOW?! I'm in a middle of a seminar with 200 other teachers?!
Santiago: 👍 you can do it. I have faith in you.
"Just one," Frankie's voice sound out, and Santiago's head shoots up in surprise.
"One?"
"Yes, one, just let me get some food in me first before you have your paparazzi shot."
Santiago grins, "deal."
There's a diner not ten minutes ahead, hidden and tucked away in the middle of nowhere, it's not even registered on Google as a business and Santiago has no idea where Frankie finds these places. They get the order to go, greasy food wrapped up in brown paper bags, and before the bags even make it to the counter and changes hands, Santiago can see the slick hot grease shine slick against the paper.
Then it's back in the car, into the thicket of a forest, the road is so small and cramped it looks like the branches are reaching out for the car. Santiago is pretty sure he's seen this scene play out in every horror movie introduction and he's just about to open his mouth and snark at Frankie asking, if the aim is to drive them to a famous murder spot of some serial killer, when the trees give. Suddenly it's bright, blue skies, and an even bluer lake ahead of them as Frankie stops the car.
It's a pretty idyllic dating spot... or make out spot.
Frankie shoves one of the takeout bags into Santi's arms, and residual heat and steam rises from it when he unwraps it. It should be a grease fest, instead it is the softest, most buttery, delicious thing that Santiago's ever had. The meat is juicy and with each bite, Santiago can't help but moan around it. "Fuck that's good."
Next to him, Frankie's grinning at him and Santiago realizes that Frankie's burger is untouched and Frankie's been observing him eat this whole time.
"What?"
"Nothing," Frankie answers, smile still wide as ever as he reaches over to unwrap his meal. "It's just been a good day with you today, that's all."
There's something under Santiago's skin that prickles with something close to restlessness, that familiar feeling of unease that comes with being observed and seen. Because if there's anyone who sees Santiago, for who he is and what he is, it's always been the man sitting right next to him. There would have been a time when that alone would have made Santiago open the passenger door and run to the hills.
It doesn't anymore.
"We should take that photo Boa asked for," Santiago says instead.
Frankie shakes his head, still chewing at his fries, and for once he's the one who is behaving like a sullen child. "Way to ruin a moment here, Pope."
"Oh come on," Santiago goads as he leans over, stretching out his phone far from his arm until Frankie is in view of the shot. There's still fries in his mouth, sticking out, and the man is clearly doing his best impression of a walrus.
But what the heck, you're bound to love that, so he clicks and with a fake shutter it immortalizes the moment.
"Did it turn out good?" Frankie asks.
Santiago hums in reply, sending the photo to you and smiles. It's a good fucking picture, Santiago thinks to himself as he presses the button to set it as the background of his lock screen.
There's a notification from his phone, and when Santiago scrolls down, his screen fills with the view of you. It's a selfie, taken in your hotel room, shirt pulled up just far enough that he can see the lace of your bra. Not quite a nude but fuck, it's not like his dick minds. It's twitching in his pants in appreciation, prepared to do a standing ovation.
Next to him, there's another ping, and Frankie is already pulling up his phone to check it, when his eyes widen to big saucers.
"What is it?" Santiago asks.
Frankie clutches the phone to his chest, hiding the screen from him. The man's whole reaction is odd to say the least, and it immediately has Santiago reaching over across the seat, for the phone "What are you--"
Before Santiago can even finish his question, Frankie's slaps down over Santiago's hand.
What. the. fuck, kind of reaction is that?!
Santiago stares at the man in silent shock. It takes him several moments to re-calibrate his brain, too stunned to even speak before sullen anger and indignation flickers bright in his chest and his brain comes back online.
"Frank, give me the fucking phone."
The demand is met by a grunt, that definitely does not stand for yes.
"Frank, I'm not fucking around, give it to me," Santiago repeats, but again, Frankie doesn't cooperate, instead he pockets the phone into the back pocket of his jeans.
It's the last straw, and Santiago plants a hand on the dashboard for leverage, as he climbs the cramped space of the passenger seat over to the driver's side that has Frankie screaming murder.
"Pope, get a hold of yourself."
But Santiago is already climbing over, head thumping against the low ceiling, as he straddles Frankie's weight and pins the man to his seat as he reaches for Frankie's back pocket. It doesn't matter that the man is putting up his arms and his best resistance.
Wrestling had never been Frankie's strong suit in training.
With a quick jab of his elbow into Frankie's rib, Frankie locks up, wind knocked out of him and he gives up as Santiago finds his goal. He wrenches the phone from Frankie and slides it open and---
Fucking hell.
You're naked. Kneeling and legs spread, while your one arm covers your breast, pushing them up seductively while you have an entirely too coy smile on your face.
He drags his eyes away from the screen to Frankie, who has the courtesy to look abashed. His cheeks are flushed pink, creeping up halfway to full tomato-red, already sporting a semi against Santiago ass, where Santiago's sitting on top of him.
Why do you always send Frankie the good ones.
Fine, two can play that game.
Leaning down, Santiago grabs the back of Frankie's neck, capturing the man's mouth with his. All he hear is an "oomph" as Frankie goes stiff in his arm, and then he melts in Santiago's arm, shoulders winding down and relaxing as he parts his mouth with a moan so that Santiago can lick into his mouth.
Frankie's hands reaches up, until he's fisting Santiago's curls in his large hand, dragging his closer, hips canting up, practically rutting himself against him, it's heat and pleasure sparkling up Santiago's entire spine and from the moans that Frankie's emitting, it must be the same for him.
Santiago pulls away, reaching for his phone again, with a self-satisfied smile. Frankie makes it too easy sometimes.
"Santiago, what are you--" Frankie manages with a breathless moan.
"I promised her a quid pro quo, and I think--" Santiago settles the phone on the dashboard, until it's level eye and presses the record button. Then he turns back towards Frankie, as he settles back into the man's lap, grinding down against the hardening bulge and he can't help but smile at the deep groan of response he gets. "A video is going to a much better gift to keep her company in that hotel room of hers."
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