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don’t know how many of u have read anything by katie cotugno but I just read like five of her books and didn’t want to do my homework so…. which katie cotugno book that I’ve read over quarantine are u?
#got fireworks which is v sexy of me if I do say so myself#this is from my main so pls take it!#might make a hsmtmts after the semester is over#quizzes#mine.txt
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via hsmtmts on smule
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looking for new hsmtmts blogs to follow so like or rb this if u post:
hsmtmts
rini
seblos
nini content
ricky content
ashlyn content
kourtney content
carlos content
ok thanks gbye
#hsmtmts#nini salazar-roberts#ricky bowen#ashlyn caswell#carlos rodriguez#kourtney hsmtmts#nini x ricky#rini#still salty about the fact that kourtney doesn't have a last name#but found out today that the one blog I follow who posts hsmtmts content ** * ***** **** *** **** and I'm not comfy with that so#I need new people to follow lmao#mine.txt
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hsmtmts characters as things andi mack characters have said:
nini: i never stood up for myself until today, but i want to do it again tomorrow.
ricky: it’s not over! *aggressively flips board game* NOW it’s over!
gina: they’re on vacation...just like your fashion sense
ej: he’s docious magocious
carlos: mom, people are talking about me behind my back! i know, i’m proud too.
seb: i think i look fedorable
big red: bread, butter, heat...i call it...deconstructed toast
ashlyn: they’re muffins. they don’t have eyes. you’re thinking of danishes.
miss jenn: we’re an ecosystem
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Can you do Rini and 70 please?
This actually started as a different prompt but it decided it wanted to be this instead and who am I to argue with what the story wants?
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“I can’t wait to grow old with you.”
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“Do you ever think about how we’ve known each other for longer than we haven’t?” Ricky was lying with his head hanging off the side of Nini’s bed while she was in her hanging chair, strumming her ukulele.
“I don’t think I’ve ever phrased it like that, but yeah.” Nini nodded. “From kindergarten to now. That’s a long time.”
“Over a decade! And you haven’t gotten tired of me yet!” Ricky flopped his arms over the side of the bed so he could touch the floor.
“Oh, I’ve definitely gotten tired of you a few times,” Nini smiled. “But it never lasts very long.”
“Good! Because I’m not going anywhere. We’ve survived for a decade, so we’re in it for the long haul now.”
“I think all the blood rushing to your head is making you loopy.” Nini told him. Which was true - his face was slowly looking more and more like a tomato.
“No!” Ricky said, indignant. He twisted, trying to get off the bed but lost his balance and ended up falling off with a thunk. “Okay, maybe.”
Nini snorted. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” He rubbed the back of his head, looking up at her, eyes wide and serious. “I mean it though - if we’ve survived this long. If we survived middle school and doing the musical and all of that drama, then we can survive anything, Nini.” He walked on his knees over to her, bracing himself with his hands against the sides of the chair.
“I believe you.” She told him, softly, running her hand down the side of his face. And she did. She believed him. She knew how likely it was that high school sweethearts made it in the long-term. But she also knew some of them made it and if any couple was going to make it, why wouldn’t it be them? Why shouldn’t it?
“Good. Because I can’t wait to grow old with you. Our life is gonna be amazing. I promise.” Ricky gave her a little smile as she nodded.
“I’ll hold you to that,” she told him, leaning in to give him a kiss.
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Rini & 43!!!
Rejoice, anons! Your fic is here! Thrice requested, I had an idea for this prompt immediately but it took a second to figure out how I wanted to execute it.
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“You don’t know you the way I do.”
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“I went ahead and ordered for you.” Nini told Ricky as he retook his seat. They were at a little burger place for dinner and it was their first date since getting back together so of course his mom called right as they sat down. Lucky for Ricky, Nini understood and told him to go take the call.
“Already?” Ricky looked at her. The phone call hadn’t been that long… had it?
“Yeah,” she shrugged. “The waitress seems swamped, so I figured I’d go ahead and order and save her the trouble of coming back.” The restaurant was pretty busy given that it was a Friday night and he’d noticed the one waitress running around, almost frantic, while he’d been on the phone.
“Alright,” Ricky nodded. “What did you get me?”
“Same as last time: a bacon cheeseburger, well done, extra pickles, mayo, ketchup and lettuce, hold the onion, tomato and mustard with a side of fries.” Nini listed off easily, taking a sip of her drink.
Ricky blinked, impressed. “We’ve only been here like twice, and that was a year ago. I didn’t even remember what I ordered. How do you remember that?”
“I pay attention to you, Ricky.” Nini said, simply. Her mouth quirked into a smile. “I know you better than anyone.”
“Yeah?” Ricky stared at her, smiling. He didn’t doubt her, he was just amazed by her. There was a glint in her eye that only appeared whenever she sensed a challenge so what she said next surprised Ricky not at all.
“Yeah. I’ll prove it,” she sat up a little straighter and took a deep breath. “You prefer skateboarding to driving because it’s cheaper, it’s greener, and you get easily distracted so you think it’s safer. You hug pillows when you’re upset and want a hug but don’t know how to ask for one. You have an impressive Vans collection that you work hard to keep clean and you pick the color depending on your mood or, like, what kind of day you want to have. Blue is when you’re nervous, green is when you need some extra luck. Red and the black and yellow ones are your regular, every day ones. And the light gray for when you want to look a little nicer.” She paused and they both glanced at his feet, which were sticking out from under the table, and sure enough, he was wearing his light gray Vans.
Suddenly self-conscious, he pulled them back under the table.
“I…I didn’t know I did that?” Ricky was completely floored. “Like most of that…I didn’t know.”
Nini smiled at him, clearly embarrassed by her little monologue. “I guess you don’t know you the way I do.”
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RINI #60
Ok this one absolutely got away from me and also ANGST ALERT. Ricky’s doing some processing of his mom leaving and he’s upset (and not thinking rationally but hey hes 16 so we’ll cut him some slack) but its a good thing his BUDDY Nini is around to listen.
Thanks for the prompt, anon!
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#60 - “There are plenty of people out there who love you.” “Yeah, like who?” “Like me.”
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Ricky was throwing himself a pity party. That’s what Nini was calling it, anyway. Ricky thought he was perfectly justified in moping. His mom was moving to Chicago. What had started out as one temporary assignment for work had turned into a more permanent offer that she accepted. That had been weeks ago, but it was this week that her stuff was finally all out of the house and that the legal separation papers (which made way for the divorce papers) were signed.
So naturally, Ricky was in a mood.
“She isn’t leaving you, Ricky.” Nini was very patiently trying to talk him into not feeling so sorry for himself. “She’s just moving—“
“To Chicago. Yeah.” Ricky cut her off, bitterly. They were in the drama room, after school. Ricky was avoiding going home to seeing so much stuff missing from the walls or his mom’s favorite throw blanket that had been his Nana’s not in its usual spot. “People get divorced all the time. I get that. But her job was here. She chose to transfer to Chicago. To leave. And I guess I just don’t…” he huffed and kicked out at the leg of a chair as he walked by it.
“You don’t what?” Nini asked softly, from her spot on the piano bench.
Ricky paused. He hated what he was about to admit but it had been weighing him down and he had only recently been able to put the feeling into words.
“I don’t understand why I wasn’t enough to make her stay.” He said finally.
Nini was on her feet in a second, making her way over to him. “It wasn’t anything to do with you.”
“But wasn’t I a factor? Shouldn’t I have been?” Ricky gestured aimlessly. “I love people and I’d never move away from them.”
“Ricky—“ Nini tried, sounding heart broken, but now that he had started, rational or not, he was having trouble stopping. He just needed to stay it and get it out of his system so he could stop being so mad at his mom.
“And I get not wanting to see your ex, I do, okay? But it’s not like she had to live next door or even in the neighborhood. She was always complaining about her commute.” Ricky was on the verge of tears now. “She could’ve moved closer to her office or downtown and I could’ve spent every other week there. There were so many other ways this could’ve happened. But she just left. I guess she didn’t love me enough to stay. So now it’s just my dad…”
Nini took his face in her hands, making him look at her. “There are plenty of other people out there who love you.” She was crying now too, and part of Ricky felt bad for putting all of this on her. The other part of him was still spiraling.
He snorted softly. “Yeah, like who?”
“Like me.” She looked at him fiercely, daring him to disagree. And he didn’t dare, so he just nodded, wiping his nose on his sleeve and trying not to start crying all over again.
But Nini wasn’t done: “And Big Red loves you too. And my moms. And Ms. Jenn. And Carlos, though he’d never admit it. And the rest of the drama club.”
He cut her off with a weak attempt at a joke: “Except EJ.” He was feeling a little better and had pulled out of his downward spiral enough for his defense mechanisms of making jokes to go back into effect.
“Except EJ,” Nini agreed with a smile.
After a long pause, Ricky broke the silence: “Thanks for listening.”
“Any time. What are buddies for?” She took a step back, grinning as Ricky threw his head back, laughing, feeling lighter than he had in days.
“Oh no! We’re not going back to that, are we?”
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Rini and 45 ❤️
Anon, this one almost got BIG angsty but I decided not to go that route.. this time.. Thanks for sending a prompt in!!
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45 “You’re my one exception.”
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“Big Red texted,” Nini said by way of greeting as she opened the door for Ricky.
“Yeah?” His face was like a deer in headlights: slight panic, looking for a way out. That expression was seared into her memory as being how he looked when he watched her sing “I love you” for the first time all those months ago.
“He’s worried about you.” She pushed through, not wanting that memory to distract from what was happening now. (Plus, Ricky had been working over time to make up for it in the days after the show wrapped. He was also trying to get in as much time with her as possible before she left to start at the Conservatory in January).
“Big Red worries too much,” Ricky shrugged, toeing off his shoes. “I’m a big boy…and people’s parents get divorced all the time! I’ll be fine.”
“Believe it or not, Ricky, people care about you,” Nini said softly, her hand on his forearm.
He turned away from her. “I believe it. I just…” He rolled out his shoulders and flopped onto Nini’s bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Nini sat next to him on the bed, looking at him intently.
“I don’t like talking about it,” Ricky muttered. He couldn’t bring himself to meet her gaze. He looked years younger like this and Nini’s heart broke for him. Sure, things hadn’t been easy in the Bowen house for years (there was a reason he spent so much time at her house and in Big Red’s basement), but that didn’t mean it made things any easier for Ricky. And it wasn’t just that his parents were splitting up, legally divorcing. His mom had moved to Chicago and he was still reeling from that feeling of abandonment, she knew.
“You talk to me.” She put a hand on his leg, which seemed to snap Ricky out of whatever spiral he was in because he finally looked up at her.
“You’re the exception.” He said quietly, clutching the pillow tighter. “You’re kinda my one exception to everything.”
Nini was sure all the air had been sucked from the room. “What do you mean?”
“I said I hate musicals and then I was in one. For you. I don’t like talking about how I’m feeling, unless it’s with you. I don’t wear necklaces, except this one.” Ricky grabbed the dog tag that she’d given him after the show. The one he hadn’t taken off. “I’m terrified of change, people leaving me. Like my mom to Chicago or my Grandpa Bowen, when he died a few years ago. But I’m not scared of you leaving for Denver. We can handle it. You are my one exception.”
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olivia rodrigo [from just jared jr] pt1/2
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Rini and 85 😂
Anon! Thank you! This one was just silly and fun and I hope you enjoy it!
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85. “Why are you covered in mud?”
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“Why are you covered in mud?” They were on the threshold of Nini’s house. She was dressed to go on a date. He was…not…
“I can explain!” Ricky looked around frantically and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror near Nini’s front door. He wished he could argue about being covered in mud but he really was. His shirt was now so grayish-brown that you couldn’t see the color of his shirt underneath. His jeans were splotchy and his Vans…oh God, his Vans.
Nope. He couldn’t think about that right now, or mourn their loss, because Nini was looking at him expectantly. Because when you show up covered in mud and almost an hour late for a date with your girlfriend, you explain why.
“I wiped out on my skateboard,” he began.
“Wiped out where? A mud-bath?” Nini kept looking him over like there would be some sign as to what happened.
“I—sorta, actually, yeah,” Ricky admitted, sheepishly. She quirked an eyebrow at him so he kept going, “some of the guys from the play were hanging out at EJ’s and his backyard is like massive—“
She cut him off: “You were hanging out with EJ?”
“And other guys too, but yeah,” Ricky shrugged. The play was over and apparently so was the animosity between EJ and him. Ricky’s not exactly sure where it went or why, but he likes that people don’t seem to think he and EJ will kill each other if left alone anymore. (You throw a basketball at a guy’s head one time and suddenly you can’t be trusted, geesh). “So Big Red and I were talking about things we’d jumped with our skateboards before and some of the guys, like Kaden, wanted to see it so we built a ramp, but we needed something to jump—“
“Of course you did,” Nini closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Did you make a mud pit just to jump it?”
“…yes..?” Ricky gave a weak smile. “Then, I was like about to hit the ramp and one of the guys mentioned what time it was and I realized I was late and panicked, lost control and…” he gestured to himself, and the layer of mud he was wearing.
“You came straight here instead of going home to change?” She was smiling now and Ricky breathed a sigh of relief. He may not be totally off the hook, but she wasn’t mad.
“I wanted you to see for yourself!” Ricky spread his arms, the dried mud cracking and breaking as he did. Nini pushed him further outside on the porch. “And I left my phone in Big Red’s car so I couldn’t text you.”
“You are…an idiot, Ricky Bowen.” Nini gave him a fond look and Ricky grinned.
“Yes. But I am your idiot,” he swooped in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around her.
“Ok,” she said when they broke apart. “You need to go home and get cleaned up. Then we can try this again.”
“Yeah,” Ricky nodded. “Also, you may want to change…”
“Why? I—“ She glanced down at her outfit, only to find it was now also partly covered in mud. “RICKY!”
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Rini with 14 plz! 🥺
Thanks for the prompt!! This one kinda got away from me a little but oh well!
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14. “Make a wish.”
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If there was one thing Ricky had learned in his time as a member of the East High Drama Club, it was that theater kids were superstitious. You say “break a leg” before a performance and never “good luck”. A bad dress rehearsal means the show will be good. Whistling backstage is a jinx. He could go on and on, having listened to Carlos and Gina talk about superstitions at rehearsals. Ricky, personally, wasn’t that into superstitions, but given how seriously some of the other kids took it, he wasn’t going to rock the boat by saying “good luck” or by suggesting that the dress rehearsal they were in the middle of wasn’t actually going that badly, considering they had been forced to redo sets, costumes and location a week before the show.
He knew he was out of his depth with a lot of the theater stuff so he just kept his head down and hoped he didn’t mess up too badly.
The dress rehearsal was weird. Carlos was on for Gina as Taylor, which as far as Ricky was concerned just added to the “nobody’s straight” vibe that High School Musical had. And Ms. Jenn was still stopping them frequently to give notes, despite having promised not to. So of course things were running long.
Ricky sighed as he watched from the wings.
“Hey,” Nini whispered as she walked up next to him, also looking out at where Ms. Jenn was giving Seb notes for Bop to the Top.
“Hey.” He returned. Things had been weird between him and Nini for a while, but Ricky was hoping he wasn’t misreading things and that they were a good weird. They’d almost kissed a few days earlier, at the El Rey theater and he was working on writing her a song in the little free time he had. He felt like he did in sophomore year, before they started dating: head-over-heels and terrified to talk to her for fear of doing or saying something wrong that would ruin it. Of course, it was what he didn’t say that actually ruined it but whatever.
“Do you know what time it is? My phone died.” She turned to him and his breath caught in his throat. He really needed to get it together.
Swallowing, he pulled out his phone and showed her the screen as he woke it up.
11:11pm
“Make a wish!” She smiled. Another superstition. Not a theater one, just a Nini one. Ricky smiled back at her.
I wish I could tell you how I feel, he thought. How sorry I am. How much I want another change. How amazing you are. I wish I had the words.
“Wish made,” Ricky slid his phone back in his pocket.
“What’d you wish for?” Nini asked, bumping her arm against his.
You.
Ricky laughed: “If I tell you, it won’t come true.”
“You’ve never taken it that seriously,” she looked at him again, eyes searching. Somewhere on stage, it was almost their cue. “You must really want it to come true.”
Nini turned and rushed on stage, like she was supposed to, leaving him in the wing.
“You have no idea,” Ricky muttered under his breath before stepping forward to join her on stage.
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When you love a person, there’s always a tiny part of you that’s terrified that one day you’re gonna lose them.
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Frankie Rodriguez & Joe Serafini as Carlos Rodriguez & Seb Mattew-Smith from High School Musical: The Musical: The Series (2019-)
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#smitten
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