#( you’ve got a friend in me // && ashlyn )

[icypenguin]

Can I also request a poly sbg x reader who likes cooking for them? (Specifically Korean and Taiwanese food) and they also like calling her mom?

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚 Mom of the Group! ᥫ᭡. ˚⋆

cw: drooling over food, being called ‘mom’, that’s all i guess?

a/n: HII THANKYOU FOR REQUESTING AGAINNN! sorry this one took much longer than the previous one T-T but either way, i hope you’ll like this! and sorry if the foods are not what you expected and really sorry if it’s spelled wrong!

note: reader doesn’t really have any pronounce or gender but is called mom!

divider credits: @drifting-moon @chachachannah

in every kind of way you are, adding your careful personality, you’re always known as a person or a friend who likes to take care of eachother. the fact that you’re a sociable person, not mentioning how you’re a pretty good cooker, makes it even better. since (almost) all of the person in the gang are stubborn and only focuses on the phantom realm, barely taking care of themselves, you, who ARE LOWKEY DONE OF THEIR DEPRESSING ATTITUDE decided to.. try and take things more careful.

“ah, i tried making some meatball dumplings as the starter. for the main i made jjajangmyeon with the side of kimchi and mozzarella corn! aaand- logan helped me while making this ice mango and sago. please dig in everyone!” foods were laid on the table with a glam presentation. anyone who sees it could immediately drool as their appetite will boost.

aiden and taylor were practically drooling as they stared into the food with shining eyes. while ashlyn, tyler, ben and logan tried to hold their drool and act from being so hungry. i mean, who could you blame when you’ve all been stuck in a phantom realm for days and haven’t got any… gorgeous food (other than that delicious sandwich that ashlyn’s parents made).

“thankyou y/n!” “mmm looks delicious..” “best day of my life for real!” “smells amazing..” all whispers of appreciations were heard until.. “thankyou for making these mom!” the word mom came out of nowhere as aiden blurted it out unconsciously. “oops-“ he soon realised what he just said as the table went quiet, but the sound of your laugh came trailing. “no worries, it’s fine totally! i guess i do act like your mom sometimes..” everyone got some jjajangmyeon with either kimchi or corn with mozzarella and meatball dumplings.

everytime you all succeed a mission, whether in the phantom realm or real world, you always make them special food, mostly taiwanese and korean, for a feast.

though, sometimes, when everyone’s having a rough day at school, you’d make them some treats.

“ughh.. have you guys done that 50 math questions? it’s literally due by tomorrow…” aiden slumped on the cafeteria table, following ashlyn who’s already burried her face in her crossed arms. “literally forgot ‘bout those..” tyler rested his head on his hand while ben wrote something on his notebook, “i haven’t touched my math book since monday”. seeing what ben has written, taylor answered, “relatable” as she faceslaped herself. while logan, “i don’t think i’ll survive if i do all of them today..” he continued eating his lunch.

“i don’t even understand or know what’s it about…” you looked at them, trying to remember what you’ve learned. “i know right… ughh..” taylor closed her eyes as she tried to calm her mind down. but the busy background noise made it seem impossible.

the others were groaning or sighing about how complicated all of these were when you pulled out a fancy container. hearing the zip from your bag and somehting being placed on the table made aiden perked up to see what is it.

“ooh, what’s that y/n?” he looked closely while the others started to gain their focus on it. “well.. since it’s been bad lately.. i decided to make us some tteok and songpyeom.. my mom used to make these for me when i was younger. and it instantly lit up my day” you smiled, remembering the memories you’ve made.

“oooh! sounds yummy” everyone looked into the container as you opened it. “here, have some! i made sure all of us would get atleast 3” you passed the container to everyone as they chose which one they’d like.

“mmmm! i think the songpyeom fits my taste more” taylor hummed as she ate the snack. “same here” answered ashlyn, sounding grateful that you’ve made this for all of them. “i’m more to the savoury so tteok is better for me” logan pulled his opinion out as ben nodded, agreeing logan. “well- i think i’d have to agree with logan” tyler continued eating his tteok peacefully.

you were grateful that they all loved the foods you made. aiden shot a playful grin before saying, “well.. i think it’s understandable if we call you mom now! ehhe” hearing that made you laugh “well.. i don’t really mind either-“ “it totally suits you y/n!” taylor continued eating the snacks you made as aiden spammed “mom mom mom mom mom” in the background noise, earning a shhh from the group after a while.

you don’t always make them food, you’ve made them tea when you all were training too.

you all were panting from the rough and tiring practice you’ve had with ashlyn’s parents. all of you definitely needed something to boost your energy. you scrambled through your bag to find a thermos and small plastic cups (omg your efforts bruh) for all of you to take atleast a sip.

“look at what i brought, everyone!” you called for their attention as they all perked up at your direction. “what’s for today, mom?” taylor joked before chuckling. “well.. i made us some alishan tea who could accelerate metabolism” you smiled while pouring some in each cup. “oooh! that’s cool!” aiden stared at you pouring in the tea. “i think i’ve heard of it before somewhere..” ashlyn mumbled, secretly excited to taste it.

soon, you handed each cups for everyone to take. “thankyou y/n!” all of them answered. each of them took a sip of the tea and clearly most of them liked it. you let out a relieved breath as soon as you see their expression turned into happy and not disgust. “sooo.. how is it?” you asked in curiosity. “it’s naturally sweet, cool!” “yummy, mom” “just like my taste” they all answered differently but none of them answered negatively. you were happy how they all liked them.

“it’s amazing, thanks mom” ashlyn answered too. but when she did, her mom was walking towards your direction and was a bit shocked when she heard it. soon, ashlyn noticed her mom coming by and realised what she just said. “w-wait it’s not like that-! she’s just acting like our mom in the group but that doesn’t mean i’m replacing you-“ she explained, hurriedly. scared that her mom will think of something else.

but her mom only chuckled as she calmed ashlyn down. “i get it don’t worry.. i was just messing around!” she hugged ashlyn to reassure her.

you’re glad that this ‘mom’ thing doesn’t make any trouble. you’re actually happy of it. i guess being the mom of the group isn’t so bad after all, huh?

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. thankyou for supporting! ୨♡୧

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[dirtywrestling]

Double Duty - Hook

Pairing: Hook x Female!Reader

Summary: Your friend accidently double books babysitters for one night.

Warnings: None, Fluff, Babysitting, Horror Movies, Asthma Attack, Kissing

Word Count: 2,108

Note: So sorry I didn't publish this on Friday!

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Hook jogged up the few steps onto the porch of his sister’s house. Raising his fist his knuckles collided against the wooden door echoing throughout the house. Hook smiled hearing the pounding sound of feet running towards the door, he braced himself to get tackled by little children. 

The door swung open revealing two small kids. “Uncle Hook!” They both screamed, rushing towards him. 

“Hey you little boogers!” Hook bent down picking his five year old nephew, Nicky and three year old niece, Taylor up. His biceps flexed as he held the children in each arm. “You two causing any trouble?” Hook entered the house, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Nooo!” Nicky had a grin on his face as he giggled. 

Hook entered the kitchen seeing his sister rush around. “No my butt, they’re both little trouble makers.” Hook smiled as his sister was fixing her ear ring.

“I’m so sorry to contact you on such short notice.” She looked through her purse making sure she had everything.

“You’re fine, Ash.” Hook bounced both kids in his arms making them squeal in giggle. “I’m just glad you caught me on a day when I wasn't wrestling.” Hook dances around the kitchen, making the children giggle at his movements. 

“I owe you one, it’s been awhile since I’ve been out.” She paused looking at her children. “By myself.” She mumbled the last part. 

Hook frowned, he knew where his older sister was coming from. She didn’t have the freedom like he did, traveling everywhere and going to bars almost every weekend. It also didn’t help that she too had to take care of him when they were growing up. With their father being Taz, he wrestled all throughout their childhood and mom was somewhat around if she wasn’t on a bender.

“You don’t have to owe me anything, sis.” Hook set the little ones down, having them rush about chasing one another around the kitchen counter. “I mean, I was going to come and visit you guys anyways.”

“I wanted you to come and visit when I’m not out trying to get drunk and have a one night stand.” Ash huffed, applying another coat of lipstick on.

Hook only shrugged, still understanding that she was a woman with priorities and being a single mother Ash wasn’t at clubs or hanging out with her friends at coffee shops. She was mostly at doctors appointments or doing some type of baby stuff to make the kids learn and grow. 

The doorbell rang throughout the house making Hook arch his eyebrow looking over at his sister. “You order pizza?” Hook stomach growled at the talk of food. 

Hook heard the door being open and the kids squealing loudly. “It’s Y/N!”

“Oh shit.” Ash said, face palming herself.

“Who’s, Y/N?” Hook asked, following his sister into the living room. 

“Hi guys!” You got down onto your knees, hugging the two kids that rushed into your arms. “I miss you two.” You smiled as they giggled and told you they missed you too.

“Shit, Y/N. I forgot that you’re babysitting.” Ashlyn said, making you look up at her with an arched eyebrow. 

You got up from your knees, standing. “Forgot?” You questioned, your eyes shifting behind her to see a slim built male and messy brown hair behind your friend. 

“Yeah, my brother here is babysitting the kids tonight, he’s in town and I forgot to text you to cancel. Maybe you can come out to the club with me?” Ash smiled widely and wiggled her eyebrows. “You can be my wing girl and help me get laid.”

You smiled at the thought, it has been awhile since you’ve been out and being out of a two year long relationship you did need to blow off some steam. “That actually sounds-”

“No! No! Y/N, stay!” Taylor tightly hugged your leg, pressing her cheek against you. You looked down at the little girl then back up at your friend.

“Taylor, I’m sure Y/N here has other plans for the night. Your uncle is here now.” 

“Uncle?” You asked under your breath.

“No! Double babysit, both stay!” Nic pouted, stomping his feet. 

Ashlyn pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a loud sigh as her children were now pouting and on the verge of throwing a tantrum. “I don’t mind staying.” You smiled over at Ashlyn’s brother who seemed to not have his eye leave you for one second. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” 

“This is my uncle Hook!” Nic rushed towards Hook and hugged his leg, giggling. 

Hook cleared his throat and extended his arm out for you to shake his hand. “My friends call me Hook, but my real name is Tyler.” 

You grabbed onto his soft hand, giving it a shake and him a smile. “Nice to meet you, Tyler.” 

“Please, call me Hook.” He flashed you a smile.

“Hook.” You nodded, saying his nickname as it rolled off the tip of your tongue. “Nice to meet you, Hook.”

“Okay, well. I am leaving. You two have fun on double duty and I’ll be out until early morning or whenever I feel like coming back.” Ashlyn slung her purse over her shoulder, bending down and kissing her childrens forehead. “You two will be good tonight, understood?”

“Yes mommy.” Both children said at the same time and hugged their mother before she left.

“There’s money on the counter to order a pizza, don’t let them stay up too late or too much sugar!” Ashlyn waved goodbye, snagging her car keys as she was out the door. 

“So, what shall we do first?” You asked the two kids who grinned widely at you.

“Tag!” They both said at the same time. 

Nick slapped your thigh showing that you were ‘it’ as he started to run as fast as he could away from you. Taylor squealed loudly as she ran away from you too. 

You looked at Hook with a smirk on your face as his eyes widened and he bolted out of the living room. Chasing after him, you jumped over toys and other obstacles around you.

The back door burst open as Hook, Nicky and Taylor all screamed running to the backyard. You tapped at Taylors shoulder running past her only for her to giggle and squeal loudly. Her eyes went to Hook who was running in slow motion for Taylor to tag him. 

“You’re it!” She laughed loudly, slapping the back of Hook’s leg, not knowing her own strength. 

“I’m gonna get you, Nicky!” Hook jogged behind the younger boy. Nick laughed and screamed trying to run away from Hook. His laughter soon became heavy coughs as he stopped running. “Tag, you’re it!” Hook tapped Nick on the top of his head. 

Nick stopped in his tracks, coughing hard as he was trying to catch his breath. Your attention went to Nick as you quickly rushed towards him. “What happened?”

“I- I don’t know. I was chasing after him and he was laughing and then he started to cough.” Hook sounded worried, he didn’t know what was wrong with his nephew. 

“Shit, hold on. Nicky breath, okay? Keep breathing.” You ran towards the house, leaping over the few steps of the back patio and ran inside. You looked through the medicine cabinet in the kitchen and grabbed an orange inhaler. Rushing back outside, you slid on your knees in the grass to Nick. “Open bubba, open.” You ripped the cap off and placed the inhaler in Nick’s mouth. Pressing down a few times you rubbed his back. “Breath, slow breaths.” You did a few more times until you knew he was breathing easily. 

“T- Thank- Thank you.” Nick breathed out.

“Nicky has asthma, he can’t really run too much or it triggers it.” You tousled Nick’s hair. 

“I- I didn’t know he had asthma.” Hook frowned, looking down at Nick. “Is he going to be okay?” 

“Oh yeah, he’s a tough boy.” You got up on your feet and smiled at Nick who was already running around again playing with his sister. “He just needs to take it easy now, so it’s probably best we don’t play tag anymore.” 

Hook nodded with a frown still settled on his face. You bit the inside of your cheek, the tension of Hook feeling guilty about not knowing his nephew had asthma lingered in the air. “Should we order that pizza?” You asked him with a smile, trying to change the subject. 

“Pizza sounds great.”

Two large pizza boxes laid out on top of the coffee table. Children plates with half cut eaten pizza laid on the surface of the table. Your feet were propped up on the edge of the coffee table while you were watching the cartoon movie play on the flat screen. You turned your head to see Nicky and Taylor in between you and Hook fast asleep.

“Full bellies and their favorite movie on, easy night for us.” You smiled at Hook who nodded. 

“I uh, I wanted to thank you for helping Nick out.” 

You cocked your head to the side. “Well of course, I look at him like he’s my own nephew.” 

You could see Hook sucking the side of his cheek. “No, you don’t understand. I…” Hook paused only to inhale a breath and exhale out. “I didn’t know Nick had asthma.” 

“Oh.” You looked at the sleeping boy who mumbled a few words in his sleep.

“If you weren’t here to help him I wouldn’t have known what to do.” 

“It’s alright Hook.” You tried to reassure him.

“My job, I’m a professional wrestler so I travel all the time. This is the first time I’ve seen it in over six months.” Hook watched the two siblings. “They’re getting so big.” 

“Yeah, it seems like that’s all they do is grow.” You teased. “Come on, let's get them to bed and we can put on an adult movie.” You stood up, easily grabbing Taylor in your arms in a slow and soft manner so you wouldn’t wake her. 

“You mean like a rated R movie.” Hook had a smirk on his face that made you blush.

“If you want it to be.” You gushed, you didn’t plan your wording out right, you just meant something that wasn’t a cartoon.

With the two little ones to bed, Hook picked the movie. “Friday the 13th? Really? What are we middle schoolers?” You snickered as you watched the movie.

“Hey this is a classic.” You jumped as the music got intense and Jason came out of nowhere doing a jump scare. “Seems like it still lives to its expectations.” 

“It just caught me off guard.” You lied, basically hiding underneath the blanket. 

Hook laughed at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder he pulled you close to him. “Come here.” He whispered. You laid on his chest, hearing his heart pumping against his ribs as your eyes were glued on the screen. 

“Seems like you’re scared too from the way your heart is thumping.” 

“Not from the movie.” Hook mumbled.

You pulled away from him only to look up at him, he was already looking down at you. His brown eyes shone as the movie in the background became white noise. His face leaned down further towards you as you leaned towards him. Your lips collided against one another in a soft manner. 

Moaning softly against his lips, Hook’s tongue slid past yours and explored your mouth. His tongue grazed against yours as you moaned slightly louder. Hook was the first to pull away. “Shh. You don’t want to wake up-”

“Are you two married now?” A tired voice yawned out. You blushed, quickly pulling away from Hook while Hook grabbed the blanket from you and tossed it over his lap. You looked at the blanket and up at Hook whose face was a deep color red and gave you a shy smile. You had no idea you had this effect on him and it was just a kiss.

“What are you doing up, sleepy head?” You asked, quickly pausing the movie so Nick wouldn’t see anything bad. 

“TV is too loud.” Nick shuffled towards you and climbed onto the sofa and into your lap. 

“Oh, okay Nicky sorry.” You grabbed the remote and put it on a different channel. You clicked Bluey on for the young boy to fall asleep to. 

Once Nick’s eyes were shut and his breathing was steady you looked over at Hook. “We can finish what we started later.” You winked at him, making Hook’s face brighten.

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[fbfh]

rocks at your window pt. 12 - 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, ricky begins to desplay more symptoms of mental illness and bpd but he does get therapy and has a good support system. 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: 5k

genre: mild hurt/lotta comfort, smut, feels

pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader

warnings: post show depression, more backstory for reader, brief mentions of gifted kid burnout and rediscovering your love for theatre, more fake texts, ricky is down ba-a-a-a-ad, classic Hot Boy Climbing Through Your Window moment, heart to heart convos, smut, body worship, clit sucking n fingering, penetrative sex, emotional 'i love you' sex, ricky begging <3, possible cliff hanger?? (BUT NOT BAD I PROMISE)

summary: it's late at night and you're reflecting on your experience performing high school musical the musical with all your fellow wildcats when someone shows up, throwing rocks at your window, and thinking the exact same thing.

song recs: rocks - imagine dragons, end of all things - panic at the disco, I hear a symphony - cody fry, fuck it I love you - lana del rey, tell me that you love me - victorious cast, where do we go from here - amelie obc, I can't handle change - roar

a/n: this is the last chapter of rocks. I got so emotional writing this and I sincerely hope yall enjoy. also before anyone asks YES I'm planning a sequel about season 2 but it's curretnly tba. I hope you cry when you hear rocks by imagine dragons and get flustered as FUCK when you hear tell me that you love me by the victorious cast because Ricky Bowen needs to be told I love you to cum it's canon Tim Federle told me so. Fangz again to Cici for proof reading and fangz to you guys for reading <3 send in Ricky asks lol

tags @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @pikzel @demirunner @brinaslittlefreak @girlfriendwhoseawitch @matiere-detoiles @ifilwtmfc @uselesssapphickitten @nxstalgicnxbxdy @ggclarissa @n-slayaaaaa @stormi-ames @rainforest-daisies @sunshineangel-reads

The show is over, midterms are over, now it’s Friday night and you can’t sleep. It’s one of a handful of Fridays over the past few months that you haven’t spent at rehearsal, and no matter how many times they roll around, it still feels weird. You chalk it up to routine, muscle memory, but part of you still worries you’ll be late when you see it’s past 6pm. You miss the El Rey, you miss the auditorium and rehearsal room at school, you miss circle time with Miss Jenn and all your friends. Post show depression always sucks, but after everything that happened during High School Musical, how intense things got, the letdown is worse than usual. 

Even all the fun things Miss Jenn had planned to keep everyone’s spirits up until the next show gets announced are all over. You’d spent a week with your friends learning a song about winter Ashlyn wrote and Gina and Carlos choreographed so everyone could do a flashmob for the new East High theatre department’s instagram page. Miss Jenn got everyone together to make some content in advance to post before the break, but you finished your last take of the flashmob after school today. New Year’s isn’t until later this week, so you’ve finally reached the wasteland between closing one show and starting another. 

“Hey,” your mom says softly from your doorway, and you look up from where you’re sitting on your bed. You greet her quietly, flipping through your playbill from the show, still wearing your cast shirt. You have a few open hat boxes in front of you, adorned in light florals and other delicate patterns and designs. Each one of them is full to the brim with playbills, confetti, and other mementos from past shows, except the one in front of you, which still has some room left in it. 

Your mom walks over to you, watching your expression closely as you flip through your playbill, not wanting to put it away just yet. She rests her hand on your back, rubbing her thumb affectionately before tucking the tag of your shirt back into the neck. You both know what’s coming. You think back to the deal you made with her after your dad left. You didn’t realize until months after how much you’d been struggling with everything. Your mom discussed dropping out of the show you were in, even though you were so close to opening night, and you’d refused. You’re not the type to drop out of a show you’ve spent months rehearsing for just because of some struggles in your personal life. 

Your mom could see clear as day how you weren’t having fun like you used to, how burnt out you were going to get if you kept up like that. What kind of mother would she be if she just let you do that to yourself? Once you’d found a new house and a new job out in Utah, you came to the agreement that you’d take a break for the summer. After that, if you wanted to do theatre again, you could do a show at your new school - nothing high pressure, or competitive and catty, or overly professional. After that, if you still want to, you can return back to professional theatre after you graduate. 

“So?” she says softly. Your chest squeezes, and you’re so grateful that you’ve been able to feel and see and do and experience every single thing you love about theatre so much. There had been no high stakes, nothing riding on you and your ability to perform. It was just fun. Passion. A passion you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to let go of. 

“I want to do the next show.” You say, without a trace of reservation. She smiles softly, looking down at you. She hasn’t seen you like this, so much like yourself, in years. You’re glowing and at peace, and she has never, ever been happier to see it. After everything the two of you have been through, the divorce - and the events leading up to it - she remembers this is what she’s been fighting for, the goal she’s been working toward; seeing you happy and thriving. She had a hunch that high school theatre was exactly what you needed, and now she thanks her lucky stars she was right.  

You don’t talk about what you’re going to do after the next show, it’s not quite time to worry about that yet. There’s no need to rush anything, especially when it comes to stuff like this. You’re sure that when it comes time to make a decision, you’ll know in your heart what the right one will be. But even just from looking at you, even if you don’t know yet, your mom has another hunch that you’ll be back in New York, lighting up every stage on Broadway at some point. She presses a kiss to your forehead, rubbing your back again as you finally, reluctantly place your playbill in the open hat box in front of you. 

“Try to get some rest, sweetie.” 

She goes off to bed, and now you really have nothing to do. You sigh as you organize your hat boxes back on the top shelf of your closet, in the order you usually keep them in. You look around, deciding to clean your room. You run down to the kitchen to get a trash bag, then return to your room. You dig through all the scented candles you’ve been hoarding and pick out a nice smelling one to light, then put something on Netflix for some background noise. You start by folding your laundry, then pick up any stray trash. Usually cleaning your room gives you time to think, but you’re not really thinking much of anything now. You’re grateful for the break. 

You move from task to task, losing track of time as Netflix continues to autoplay. You pause what you’re doing for a second, trying to figure out why two characters are arguing. You’ve barely been paying attention, but are still managing to follow the plot for the most part. During that moment of stillness, you hear your phone buzz with a text. You pick it up, shocked at how late it is, how quickly the time got away from you. It also makes you wonder who could be texting you so late. It’s Ricky. That makes sense, you think. You wonder what he’s doing up so late as you open the message. 

You set your phone on the windowsill, then head towards your closet to try and make some sense of it. You’re not sure how it got to be such a hot mess - in all fairness, it’s not really that messy. You just need a project to work on. You straighten up your hanging clothes, refold all your jeans and folded sweaters, then reorganize it by color. Or maybe cut. You’re not sure yet. You make a mental note to rewatch Tidying Up with Marie Kondo later for more ideas. 

You decide to revisit that in a few minutes, instead turning to all the pillows and blankets hidden on the floor of your closet. You adjust them, remembering the first time you’d shown your nap hole to Ricky. Your mind wanders idly, recounting all the things that have happened since then. You really hope that in spite of everything, Ricky had a good time performing. A part of you really hopes he’s going to do more shows. He’s so talented, and he has so much natural potential. After what he’s been through, it would make total sense if he never wanted to do theatre again, but a part of you silently hopes that he’s grown to love it the way you do. 

Thunk. 

You turn your head suddenly, wondering if you’d imagined the small noise. You glance back at the window, and see you left your phone there. You figure it was a notification or something. When you press the power button to check, you’re met with the words no new notifications on your lock screen. 

Thunk.

Something moves in the corner of your vision, followed by another noise, then another.

Thunk- crack! 

Your brow furrows as you stare at the hairline fracture left in the glass of your window. You try to peer down, but it’s so dark you can’t really see anything. You open your window up wide, lifting the latch and popping out the screen. You lean your head out just enough to look down, but it’s still too dark. You turn on your phone flashlight and hold tight to your popsocket, angling the beam down, only to be met with Ricky. 

He’s holding a small plastic bag and a handful of rocks to throw until he gets your attention. He waves up at you awkwardly, and you laugh, covering your mouth to not make too much noise. It sounds beautiful. Everything you do is always so beautiful, he’s not sure why he’s still surprised when you take his breath away effortlessly. His stomach twists for a moment, and he hopes he gives you butterflies like you give him all the time. He looks up at you, and leaning down from your window like this, he thinks you’d make a really good Juliet. He’s not sure if you’ve done any Shakespeare before, but he makes a mental note to ask. 

You watch from above as he holds the plastic bag in his mouth and starts climbing up the tree next to your house. You lose sight of him for a moment, until he reappears on the lattice on the side of your house. He’s careful not to disturb the ivy slowly growing its way up in spite of the cold weather. You laugh in disbelief, watching him climb through your window until he’s standing in front of you. It feels like something out of a movie, and your heart is pounding in your chest. 

“You could have used the door…” you laugh. 

“Well,” he shrugs, “I wanted to shake it up a little.” He smiles at you, pulling something out of the bag. 

“I brought you coffee.” He pulls a to go cup out of the bag, handing it to you. He’s hopeful it will make you happy, and the way your eyes light up when you accept the drink is worth the stranger looks he got from the barista for ordering espresso at 11 at night. He takes out his drink, throwing the empty plastic bag in your garbage. You look up at him with those pretty eyes and his stomach flips. You move closer, pressing a kiss to his lips, one he leans into. 

“Thanks,” you say after pulling away, sending him the most blinding, dazzling smile. He’s been inside you more times than he can count, and your kisses still make his head all fuzzy. He lets out a soft laugh, feeling a little high from your attention. He sits on your bed, watching you as you sit backwards on your desk chair. You both sip your drinks, and it’s quiet for a moment. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask. He lets out a breathy laugh, surprised at how well you can read him. 

“It… still feels weird not being at rehearsal.” he says, thinking out loud. You nod in silent understanding of everything left unsaid. You chuckle lightly.

“Yeah, post show depression will really kick your ass.” He laughs, feeling called out at your words. 

“Yeah…” he agrees. When Nini dumped him, he felt like there was a sinkhole in his chest. Then after that, when she left, when she just walked out on him and his dad, he felt like he was going to cave in. Then he met you. You didn’t make him stop missing her or Nini, but you gave him something to lean on. You helped him realize he had something else to think about - the show. Now he doesn’t think about Nini nearly as much as he used to; that wound is starting to heal. As for the other thing, long as he doesn’t let himself think about her or Todd, as long as he keeps moving, he’s sort of okay. 

But now he’s feeling a new kind of emptiness. He doesn’t like goodbyes, he never has, so even though he knew closing night would be hard, he didn’t expect it to hurt this much. He didn’t expect himself to grow so familiar with the soundtrack and the script, running lines and remembering blocking. He didn’t expect to miss being called Troy so much. 

“I didn’t ever expect to love theatre, or love you, as much as I do,” he muses. You glance down, face flushed from his words. He gives you butterflies so effortlessly, it’s really amazing. 

“I love you too,” you smile, taking another sip of your drink. He giggles - actually giggles - at your words. 

“So,” you continue, “you liked it? Doing the show, I mean. I know there were some ups and downs but-” 

“I loved it.”

He smiles, and you both laugh, light and bubbling over your shared adoration of each other and the experiences you just shared. 

"I really, really loved it." He breathes, distracted for a moment as he remembers it all. "I just… I didn't expect to be so sad after?" 

You spin a little in your seat, taking another sip as you listen.��

"Like, I spent so much time learning how to become Troy, learning all the lines and blocking and choreo and now I'm never going to get to do that again."

"Yeah," you agree, looking down. "I mean, that's the beauty of theatre; it's always fleeting, but there's always going to be another show."

You can see him soaking in your words, really letting them in. It doesn't mitigate his sadness, but you don't expect it to. You get up from where you’re spinning side to side on your desk chair and sit next to him on your bed, placing your coffee on the night table. You wrap your arm around him, resting your head on his shoulder. You don’t say anything, and you don’t need to. Your presence is more comforting than words could be. Maybe it’s the sweet smell of your peachy perfume, maybe it’s the way you’re so consistent in his life, but he’s reminded in a rush of the first night you spent together. Memories replay like flashbacks in his mind, and after a moment, he turns his head toward you. 

His face is so close to yours, and it’s obvious what he’s thinking from the bedroom eyes he’s giving you, flicking between yours and your lips. It happens so suddenly, your heart barely has time to pound before he’s pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss. Ricky needs a distraction from the ache in his chest. He needs something else to do, something else to think about, something else that makes him happy. He can’t think of something better to focus on than you. He deepens the kiss as you hold on to him tight, loving the way you always melt under his touch. You sigh against him, giggling as he works your lips open, slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

He climbs on top of you as his hands move down. He takes his time, feeling you up, obsessing over every part of you until he gets to your thighs. He gropes your pretty thighs that he wants so badly to put his face between, not missing the way you were squirming a moment ago, already needy for some friction. He slots himself between your legs as he presses kisses into your neck, adoring the pretty sighs and noises you let out. He squeezes your thighs in his hands, before pulling you flat on your back with him hovering on top of you. The sudden change in position makes your heart race, and you can feel your cunt getting hot and puffy with arousal. The expression on your face makes it so worth it, he thinks, watching it grow even more flustered as he moves down. He pulls off your shirt and presses kisses between your tits. He plays with them, squeezing and running his thumbs over your hardened nipples in little circles. No matter how many times he sees them, it always feels like the first time, when all he could say was Wow. Oh my god. Wow. You let out a choked noise at the feeling, one he reciprocates, moaning into the soft flesh he has in his mouth.

“Fuck, Ricky…” you breathe, watching him closely as he moves down, trailing kisses along your stomach, squeezing your waist and hips, finally tugging off your bottoms. He trails his fingers over your panties for a moment, taking in how pretty they look on you, how much he loves to see that little wet spot growing bigger and bigger. He throbs as he takes them off, and you watch with wide eyes as he opens your legs a bit more. 

“There we go,” he says softly, and your pussy pulses in anticipation of his touch. He spreads you open, taking a moment to take in how pretty your pussy is, how nice you look all spread open for him like this. It’s a shorter moment than he would have liked, he just can’t resist you, he can’t wait to press soft kisses to your heat, to flick his tongue over your clit, to make you feel good. He won’t wait any longer, doing just that, listening to every noise that escapes your pretty lips like a breathtaking song. He traces a finger around your dripping hole, fluttering and desperate for contact. 

As he works his first finger in, he can't help but feel like he's home. You're so tight around just one finger, he wonders how you're always able to take all of him. The thought makes his stomach flutter with anticipation. He pumps his finger in and out gently, feeling you get wetter around him as you get used to the sensation. He continues licking and sucking on your clit, pulsing in his mouth, as he does. You taste amazing, and he wants more and more. 

"Fuck, Ricky…" you sigh, and it's like music to his ears. He pushes his second finger in, and moans against your clit as he feels your tight walls stretch and relax to accommodate him. You let out a sharp gasp, throbbing erratically against his tongue. He scissors his fingers, breath hitching as you stretch around him. 

“Oh my god,” you choke out in a breathy sigh, “Ricky…” 

He loses all his progress as you clamp around him, bucking into his mouth as you cum around his fingers. He pauses for a moment, dizzy from the sensation, that he did that to you, made you feel that good. You tug on his hair, and before you can even ask, he knows. You want more of him, want him inside you. He climbs up on top of you. You tear his clothes off, throwing them on the floor, not wanting to waste a moment. His cock throbs, almost painfully hard, and he can’t wait any longer. He needs to be inside you more than anything. He lets out a jagged sigh, pumping his cock in anticipation. He’s so ready, more ready than he’s ever been to be welcomed back into your wet, hot, tight embrace. 

He finally begins to nudge his cock inside you. He chokes at how easily it goes in, how you seem to pull him deeper and deeper inside you. You’re ready for him, even more so than usual from how hard he made you cum a few minutes before. He can feel you suck him up inside you, gripping and squeezing him just right. Each time you let him inside, each time you let him stretch out your perfect, dripping cunt, it always feels unimaginably better than the last. Every single time, he thinks that this, you, have to be the best he’ll ever have. And every single time, he’s right. You feel so good, so indescribably good, a part of him wants to cum right on the spot. 

“Fuck, I love you…” He chokes out, voice breathy. And he means it. God, does he mean it. He says it right as he pushes his cock inside you, filling you up in the most delicious way, knocking the breath out of your lungs in tandem. You try to say it back, you want to say it back, but his tongue is already shoved down your throat as he covers your mouth with deeper and deeper kisses. He’s insatiable, not ever getting as much of you as he needs to satisfy what he’s craving. 

He starts moving, unable to wait, unable to stop himself from pistoning his cock as deep inside you as he can get it. He drags his cock against your gummy walls, the friction already making you both dizzy. He keeps going, rutting his hips into yours, moaning into your mouth. He cages you in with his arms, resting his hands on your cheeks as he gazes into your eyes. He’s so in love with you, so fucking in love with you. You’re… his world. You’re his everything. Everything he does revolves around you; he’s not the main character in his story, you are. 

He would move mountains for you, overcome anything, travel any distance just for you, to be in your arms. He loves you so much it almost hurts, and he knows he’s never felt more relief than he did on opening night, when he finally, finally told you everything he feels for you. He was so sick of biting it back, of worrying about timing, if you would say it back, if he could even say it at all. He can’t remember ever being happier than he was when he finally said fuck it, and spilled his guts to you. Right here, right now, he can feel the little bulge he’s making in your tummy. He can feel where your bodies are touching and squishing together, and he can feel you wrap your legs around him to pull him even closer. He didn’t think he could be any more crazy over you than he already is, but all of this, all of you is driving him to even higher heights than he could imagine. 

It’s overwhelming, and he moans, long and low into your mouth. There’s no other way to express what you make him feel than through his beautiful moans, like music to your ears, or telling you that he loves you every chance he gets, with his last breath he’ll be telling you again and again. He presses kisses to your cheek, moving down to your neck, taking in your sweet scent. God, he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anyone this badly. He doesn’t think he’s wanted anyone or anything as much as he wants you. He’s so attracted to you, drawn to you in an almost primal way that leaves him rutting his hips into yours, grinding into your clit to get as close as possible, moaning shamelessly into your neck. It sends jolts of electricity through you, lighting you up like a powergrid. 

His breath hits your skin in steady, warm puffs. He lets out another moan as you scratch your nails down his back. Your hand tangles in his hair and tugs it just right, making him throb inside you. He knows in this moment that no one can ever make him feel this good, no one else can do what you do to him. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as he sucks bruises into your neck, leaving constellations of love bites across your perfect skin. Even though he’s holding you as tight as he can, drawing noises out of you that no one else has had the privilege of hearing, and it makes his head spin, he needs more. 

He finally pulls away from your neck, resting his forehead against yours. You lean up to kiss him, and even though he’s aching for you, he doesn't kiss you. Not quite yet. Instead, he looks into your eyes so deeply, so intensely, with such a burning hunger that you feel like you’re being fused together. He’s still panting, this time your warm breaths fan over each other’s faces as he really soaks in everything about you, how pretty you look in his arms like this - and fuck, you’re pretty. 

“I’m close, peach,” he pants, sending even more heat to your core, making you squeeze around him as he presses a burning kiss to your lips; one you accept eagerly.  

“‘M so close,” he says again between kisses, “Can- fuck- can you say it for me? Can you tell me? Please, peach, I need to hear it, need to hear you say it…” he rambles, drunk on you and p=-

You’re trying your best, but it would be a lot easier if everything he was saying and doing didn’t render you breathless and unable to do anything but moan and writhe beneath him. 

“I love you, Ricky,” you choke out, desperate and sincere. You finally connect your lips, only for him to moan into your mouth. It’s loud and shameless and has you teetering on the precipice. “Love you so much, so fucking much,” you continue to babble as he buries his face in your neck, moaning so much he almost can’t register what you’re saying. He’s glad you’re saying it anyway. 

He can barely register how close he is before he cums. It’s hard and sudden, and he’s barely able to hear your sweet words over the blood pounding in his ears. You let out a noise he thought only existed in porn, following closely behind him. Your legs shake around him as you grab him as tight as you can, desperate for something to hold onto. You squeeze him in a vice grip as you let out the most beautiful whines and moans, and it’s enough to make him dizzy. Just your noises alone are almost enough to make him hard again - which he probably would be, if you hadn’t just milked his cock completely dry. You stay like that for a moment, letting yourself be filled up with him, letting himself be squeezed tight by your throbbing walls. He can feel your heartbeat in your soft cunt, and he lets out a shuddering sigh at the feeling. He mutters sweet nothings into your ear, rambling about every good thing he feels for you. He doesn’t think he could shut up if he tried - he usually can’t when it comes to you. He presses more and more kisses to your skin as you mutter sweet nothings back, rubbing your hand over the red marks you’d left on his back, playing with his hair. You take your time coming down from this, letting yourselves be right here and now, in each other’s arms. 

Eventually, he pulls out more reluctantly than he’s done anything. You manage to clean up enough to fall back into bed, into each other’s arms. In those few moments, you glance around at the several unfinished cleaning tasks you’d started earlier. You shrug them off, telling yourself you’ll finish them later. As you’re welcomed into Ricky’s warm embrace, you think this is way more fun than cleaning anyway. 

You settle into each other, getting comfortable as he holds you tight against his chest. You can feel the steady rise and fall of each other’s breathing, your heartbeats gradually slowing back down, the warmth pooling between you. In the quiet air surrounding you, you can feel the calm turn into a sort of melancholy. You trace your fingers over his skin as he takes solace in you. Everything about you is so comforting, he can’t deny that you’re what’s kept him as centered as he’s been able to be. 

“Where do we go from here?” he asks.

His voice is quiet, breaking ripples into the glassy silence surrounding you, but you can hear the emotion wavering through it. You’re quiet for a moment, considering. You’re not quite sure if he means him and you, him and his dad, or the next audition. It doesn’t matter, you realize, because you’ll have his back through all of it. And he’ll have yours. 

“I dunno,” you start gently, and he holds onto your words, cherishing them like heirlooms, “but I do know one thing. Miss Jenn is announcing the next show in a few days, on New Year’s Eve. So, we should probably start thinking about audition music.” 

Just the briefest mention of auditions has him smiling at the memories from a few months ago, bursting in late with his guitar. At the time, he had only ever expected to remember that audition as the day he won Nini back. He never could have predicted what a different, more significant weight that would hold for him now. The mention of New Year’s Eve brings something else to mind as well. 

“Ashlyn’s having a New Year’s party, right?” 

“Yes!” you exclaim softly, “I totally forgot about that…” 

Ricky traces his thumb over your cheek as you discuss carpools and if you should bring drinks or cupcakes. He never knew he could feel this way, this warm, just from listening to someone talk. He doesn’t know what happens next. He doesn’t know what’s going to change, but he thinks he can handle it if he has you. He’s so wrapped up in you, so invested in the quiet little conversation you’re now having about sheet music and party outfits that he doesn’t notice his phone buzzing in the pocket of his jeans, strewn across your floor. After a moment it lights up with a new notification. 

1 missed call from Dr. Robert (therapist)

1 new voicemail from Dr. Robert (therapist) 

#rocks at your window #ricky bowen x reader #hsmtmts ricky #ricky bowen #hsmtmts #hsmtmts x reader #is now a good time to remind yall that I love you guys?? #cause I do lol #<333 #also is anyone interested in a full rocks at your window playlist?? #I'm probs gonna make a masterpost with all the parts and add links to the chapters once they're all up #or like... any shoplook outfits I made for writing inspo #i am a polyvore bitch at heart #anyway let me know any bonus content you guys wanna see lol

[hardtchill]

What I got out of Ashlyn’s statement is that she doesn’t want to take accountability and it’s showing. Using her kids as shields and playing the victim card. No one’s buying your story that you didn’t cheat because your supposed timeline doesn’t make sense. Whether physical cheating took part or not, you can’t convince me that emotional cheating wasn’t involved that whole Cannes trip was suspicious.

Also the fact you have people like Alex throwing shade when you’ve been friends with her for years is very telling. Morgan wouldn’t have comment that without fact checking first, she without a doubt knows the truth. Just saying.

The worst part of all this is the kids involved in this mess. Like I feel for Ali too, but those kids were adopted to what they thought was going to be a loving family and now it’s a broken home. I’m sure they’ll still receive the love they need and everything, but it’s disappointing.

Well, you all know what i think of Morgan, but you're right. She isn't going to speak out unless shit is obvious. Same goes for basically all the other players that responded to that lemonade post.

I also feel worst for the kids. I hope for their sake that they keep it civil, but seeing Ashlyn pretending she did nothing wrong, i fear the worst.

#ask #ashlyn harris #ali krieger

[starwarsaudump]

WIP Wednesday

Din stayed close to Luke as they walked through the town, Terra Obscura. Even if they were in a town of escaped slaves, Din couldn’t help but feel protective of Luke now that he knew why he’d been grabbed. He didn’t want it to happen again, especially with how bad it shook up Luke just by dreaming about it.

Luke chuckled and rolled his eyes as they walked. He could feel Din’s protectiveness in their bond. He was relieved that Din was sticking with him despite the morning’s revelations. He felt safe here, with Din. It was comforting.

Luke reached out and grabbed Din’s hand. He stepped closer and rested his head against Din’s arm, since he was too short to rest it on his shoulder. He sighed in contentment as they walked.

“Everything okay sahe’as?” Din asked, looking at him.

“Everything is fine. I just wanted to be closer to you.” Luke said, snuggling closer.

Din chuckled and wrapped his arm around Luke’s waist earning a startled gasp. It was followed with a chuckle and Luke smiling at him.

“Are you two paying attention?” Padmé asked, looking back at them.

“Yes mom.” Luke said.

“Alright Sunshine.” Padmé said. “What do you boys think so far?”

“It’s amazing what you’ve been able to do so far.” Din said.

It really was. In the 18 years since she’d come here she’d made vast improvements to the towns built. Most were self-sufficient. Terra Obscura specialized in farming and most people had their own few animals for eggs and milk. Other towns farmed too, but some worked with livestock and everyone traded and intertwined in ways that Din hadn’t been expecting. There were big festivals a couple times a year and a committee decided which town held them as well as voted on any major decisions to the towns.

“Sunshine, do you mind if we stop at the Tailors and get you measurements?” Padmé asked. “Your grandparents called last night and after I mentioned you trying on my clothes they wanted to have some of your own made for you.”

Luke’s face lit up, making Din chuckle.

“I don’t mind.” Luke said, clearly eager. “Let’s go!”

Din followed the mother and son into the Tailor shop, finding it oddly nostalgic. He got the feeling he spent a lot of time in one as a child. Were his parents' tailors? It would explain the waste of fabric comments he was sure they’d have made about blanket forts.

“Morning Veré!” The lady behind the counter called as they walked in. “Who are your friends?”

“This is my son Luke and his zussre’as, Din.” Padmé introduced. “Luke’s here to get his measurements taken. My parents wanted to get him some clothes as a gift.”

“Oh, of course we can do that for ya.” The lady said. “Pleasure to meet you boys. I’m Ashlyn. Me and my husband run this shop.”

“The pleasure is all ours.” Luke said. “You have a lovely shop.”

#dinluke #star wars #mandalorian luke skywalker #mando luke au #skydalorian #the mandalorian #wip wednesday #current wip #writing wip #Of Bolts and Bucket Hearts

[daphnebowen]

hsmtmts season four episode six

Gina is just trying to get out of there but coach Bolton is distracting her - and then he says “technically Disney won’t let me spoil the movie but …” and then proceeds to spoil the whole movie! What!

“sweetie” Ricky is really rocking the whole grandpa thing huh

nobody told them about the show?!?! Terrible friends, they are.

I don’t understand how them missing one rehearsal leads to the whole show being cancelled as well as the whole drama department being cancelled??? Like hello??? You can’t take away theater, people. That doesn’t work like that. Or, it shouldn’t.

”I thought you broke up with him because you were so traumatized” help 💀

“we both needed lactaid pills” period

”wait so you’re single again??” YES MADDOX GET HER GIRL

aw miss Jenn called in mazzy!!

why does robotics get everything like how is that so different from theater?? They have lights and fancy robot props, like what??

IM GONNA CRY POOR EMMY all of her dreams have been crushed :(

“If you live your life in fear there’s gonna be a lot of stuff to be afraid of” YES KOURTNEY show us what you’ve got!!!! Kourtney is a new woman her therapist is really helping her (meanwhile Ricky: “then why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

please be sentimental Ashlyn I’m begging you I need this rn

poor Kourtney she just doesn’t want to be a third wheel

And poor Ashlyn she just wants to step out from under ejs shadow

THIS IS SO WHOLESOME

Mr mazarra looks like he is about to explode - he really does look like the grimacing emoji 😬

poor miss Jenn is so naive 🥺

THE FACT THAT MAZZY WAS IN A BOY BAND IM CRYING and so is Benny ! He’s apologizing! Next he just needs to confess his love for her!

mr. Funky one I’m crying

spirit airlines is CRAZY (they suck btw)

”crying is encouraged” yes, I love crying, crying makes me feel so good about myself and let’s me release all of the negativity like a balloon, never feel ashamed to cry

AW CARLOS GAVE MISS JENN HER NAME

The fact that they bullied Carlos and now he’s friends with some of the most popular / coolest kids in school

how do you even draw a cow on a cappuccino??

the fact that basically everyone went behind Carlos’s back to help Seb get the sheet music so he could sing this song is so wholesome “you did what?” “Give him a chance, Carlos.” “That girl scares me.”

OMG I FORGOT NATALIE AND SEB DATED but it totally makes sense, I wonder when they broke up though. and he was on the wrestling team too! I didn’t know that either 😣

“I would leave anyone for you.” AWWWHHH SEBBIEEE

”no. No. No! You’re playing the song. He’s playing the BLEEP song, Carlos.” Yesss Ricky, do it!!

sebs look of astonishment and awe when Carlos starts singing with them

they sound so good together

the fact that they shot it so all the couples were in a screen together - miss Jenn and Mr mazarra, Ricky and Gina, Kourtney and jet, Maddox and Ashlyn, and Carlos and seb

SEASON ONE GINA!!!!! “I am impressed that she didn’t mention the time I set the school on fire though” wonder why Gina wasn’t the number one suspect for that season one theater fire…

“find something you like about this school and try not to kill it” words of encouragement from the principal 😒 BUT THATS RICKYYY and he’s not dead yet so she’s winning!

SEASON ONE RICKYYY

”love is lame, idiot. That’s why I avoid it.” Well, not anymore! 🤪🤪🤪

RINA CUEEEEE AHHHHHH

okay the fact that Tim and all the writers were able to link it all back together to show us that through it all, through rini and through portwell and through everything, Ricky and nini were meant to be. They influenced each other so strongly without even realizing it. This is why they work. Ricky has a vibe, and Gina has an instinct.

ALYSON REED GAVE MISS JENN HER ICONIC LINE TRUST THE PROCESS!!! And the idea for high school musical! And the idea for the power ballad! Aka wondering! OMG!!

I would genuinely be heartbroken if this were real life and I was in a show and it got cancelled.

mazzy: GIVE HER A MINUTE

Ricky is breaking my heart bro

AHHH OMG YESSS EMMYYYYY I literally still get chills whenever I listen to this song because Liamani sounds so freaking good

”I said it and now it cannot be unsaid” ain’t that the truth

coach Bolton and Mrs darbus really came to save the day!!! <3

so many questions for miss Jenn but it’s ok you’ll figure it out

Kourtney is just interrupting Ricky and Gina’s very important serious conversation like they need to get their priorities straight - and here Ricky goes like he did with nini and assuming things

”I wanted to make sure this was real before I said… something” AHHH WE KNOW WHAT IT IS

”I feel like I always go first” yes you do

okay but miss Jenn and Mike Bowen going behind Ricky’s back to apply to slc college for him is literally how ms darbus went behind troys back to apply for him for Juilliard lol

RICKY JUST CALLED MAZZY OUTTTT AHAHA

”okay..” he looks so scared

WHY DOES RICHARD HAVE A 1.8 GPA THATS EMBARRASSINGGGGG

”as long as she’s here my future is locked” AHHH RICKYYYYY HE SAID ITTTTT FORESHADOWING TO THE PORTER-BOWENS

#hsmtmts #rina #ricky bowen #gina porter #high school musical the musical the series #kourtney greene #jet hsmtmts #emmy hsmtmts #all the other characters I don’t wanna type out 😪

[27emailsicantsend]

Season 3 Episode 3 Thoughts

First of all… do I have any???? Its giving no thoughts, head empty

Before we get to Rina🥹, I’ll give some of my other thoughts

Ok I was sus about Ashlyn’s rose in the last episode and I made some thoughts about it in a post. I had a feeling this had something to do with her recognizing her “beauty from within” as the rose song said and I was right! I’m like really proud of this for some reason 😂

Kourtney and Carlos had me CACKLING. The whole scene about the thing in the woods being homophobic and Kourtney being like “I’m too hot for this”. Just comedy GOLD

I still feel like my “outside casting” is right where Jet and Ricky give off Kristoff and Sven energy and this episode proved it more. But it’s interesting because we also had the layers of Kristoff and Anna as Ricky and Gina with Ashlyn being Elsa going off to “find herself”. But Maddox and Jet were also showing a very Anna and Elsa dynamic. Just layers and layers and layers. I love looking for all the frozen hints/references in the character development SO MUCH

Also I know Ashlyn can care a lot but I really did not expect one comment about her rising sign to throw her into this whole self discovery/major upset storyline. It felt a ~little~ out of place, but I do like how they concluded it (that she was misplacing her anger)

I know Maddox got hurt but I did like seeing Jet come out of his shell and joke around. That was nice :)

EJ’s song… while different… was sang really well by him. But also like we got this and a million sorrys??? I would love ONE serious song by him because he’s got such a nice voice. This show does him and Carlos (Lumiere/Olaf comment) SO DIRTY 😂😂

Carlos and Kourtney’s tent is EVERYTHING to me. It was literally for one night and they put up decorations, hung lights, made it real cozy. Obsessed

And now… my faves 🥹🥹🥹 (there might be a lot of yelling over the next few bullet points you’ve been warned)

THIS WAS THE CUTEST DAMN EPISODE ARE YOU KIDDING ME

WE FEASTED. WE WERE FED. RINAS ATE WELL TONIGHT AFTER CRUMBS BEYOND CRUMBS

Not me STILL looking for crumbs around all of the amazing scenes tonight though 😂

The scene where they are talking to Ashlyn?? They share a “look”. And part of it is sus because of what she said about learning something new and they’re new. The other part is sweet because it was a very, VERY understanding look. They saw their friend sad and shared a look that she needed to talk some more. No words were needed. They just UNDERSTOOD?? That’s soul mateism. I’m just gonna say it: It literally felt like two parents comforting their child and that was REALLY tender to me

Also gina said “love is an open door” and who TF said that SAME LINE?? Oh I don’t know?? Ricky?? Episode one in the intro?? Are you kidding me with the parallels??

And like the stark difference between Gina trying to get through and talk to EJ and he barely listened. He just got in his head and pushed her away (Hans) to Ricky and Gina talking and just GETTING each other. Their sweet conversations, Ricky saying how proud he was of her, them taking their time to hear Ashlyn out… the way they ALWAYS communicate? (Kristoff and Anna) I’m just saying the differences are palpable.

Also, sorry not sorry, no other ship got this much screen time together. Any of them. Literally. Adding up all of the seasons and screen time. Ricky and Nini MIGHT be up there but I think Rina is getting them beat. It is so obvious who our endgame is!!

And like I DEFINITELY want Rina dating scenes and storylines AND I LOVE the build up of them. It reminds me so much of the office (which Tim definitely got inspo from in this show) and how we saw the entire build up of Jim and Pam AND their life after they got together. We got everything. I would love to see that with Rina.

And like the way they flirted?? The stolen glances???? The AMOUNT OF TIMES THEY TOUCHED LIKE THE HELL THEY WERE ALL OVER EACH OTHER

There is a scene right before they go into the barn with Ashlyn where Gina asks if they should see who is singing and Ricky says, “I mean we’ve come this far right?” And then he looks at her and she returns the look and they just stare at each other and you CANNOT TELL ME that line wasn’t symbolic of their relationship. They’ve come this far?? They’re scared but they should keep going?? It’s not as scary when they reach the end??? YEAH. YUP. YEAH.

Also I need to dissect the song Ashlyn is singing and how it parallels rina. There was a LOT of conversation and scene cuts back to them in between the song. To me that is purposeful. That is the writers saying, “hey look! This song symbolizes Ashlyn AND this other couples journey we keep flashing back to”. I’m just a wee bit tired to dissect it now but I think there is a lot of connection between rina and the song

Also jealous EJ when Carlos says they went missing?? EJ would not literally leave this thing that has been stressing him out all night, that he kept blowing off literally EVERYTHING including his girlfriend for, if he didn’t feel threatened by them being gone. You see it in his face! He KNOWS they’re friends. The tough part is that Ricky has been trying to create a closer relationship with EJ after all of the Nini stuff and I worry that this is gonna send EJ. I’m a little scared there might be a fight or revenge of some sort 😳😬 it makes for excellent show writing though lol I’m HOOKED

lastly, every time I thought we wouldn’t get a rina scene, we got another. And another. And another. They just KEPT COMING. This was by far one of my favorite episodes. I will absolutely be screaming about this over the next week so don’t mind me

Ok rinas I love you all and I hope you enjoy another one of my episode rambles! I’m off to bed now ❤️

Gif credit: @rcsitastark

#rina #ricky bowen #gina porter #hsmtmts spoilers #HSMTMTS #high school musical the musical the series #season 3 #ricky x gina #im a bucket of tears #happy happy tears #share your thoughts with me 🥹🥹

[rinisbowen]

Not sure if you’ve talked about this before, but I can only imagine what your ask box is like after yesterday’s episode, so here’s something a little different 😊

I remember you being pretty excited to see/meet Val. So since we officially met her last week, what are/were your first impressions?

i’m ngl- i don’t think i got that many asks around the episode this was sent for / if i did they’re gone now. my inbox was pretty quiet this season but in fairness so was i- i’ve had a busy few weeks! i also know that i’m answering this super late… but thank you for sending it!!! i hope you’re doing alright after that finale.

as for val- i genuinely loved her at the start and i loved her to the end!!!

she was such a nice presence in the season, and she brought something very lovely to the show that i think it needed. especially in terms of her being such a grounded presence among the flighty, messy, dramatic wildcats.

she may not have gotten a ton of episodes or a ton of screentime in those episodes- but from her place as ej’s childhood best friend (i need so many seconds for that finale scene actually) to her being ashlyn’s sapphic awakening (and the way that was handled was impeccable imo- i’d love to get into that more if anyone wanted me to)… to just the way she was always so supportive and grounded the whole time… she did contribute a great deal to the overall progression of the characters she was involved with and i think she was a fantastic example of a recurring character for that reason. also she’s just lovely!

could they have done more with her? oh absolutely yes. there are a lot of scenes i think would’ve been interesting to see with her to flesh out some of the dynamics we did see, as well as some we didn’t get to see. but for a recurring character in such a short, messy season… they did a lovely job with her. i do wish we’d gotten a scene with her and ricky though. i think that would’ve been really smart.

(even if i did see a joke about how if they set ej and val towards something in the future maybe it’s for the best she never interacted with ricky one on one bc that doesn’t tend to work out well for ej 😭😭😭) i promise i love all the characters involved- genuinely!

#hsmtmts #val hsmtmts #hsmtmts season 3 #hsmtmts spoilers #ashlyn caswell #ej caswell #//the caswells and val exactly haha #answered #fan girl able #fan-girl-able

[pluviophile-bookworm]

HSMTMTS 3x2: The stakes have never been higher

I’ve been semi-off the grid for the past week or so, and will be even more off-the-grid for another, so I’m now so late to this episode, but from what I’ve been glimpsing during my very brief online presence, it seems quite a bit more promising than the first one. I just hope I’m not disappointed again. I’m putting off re-packing my suitcase for this. But, the thing is, waiting extra long to get here has sort of made me care more about the show again, so I suppose there’s that. Let’s dive in at last and see what this one’s got to offer.

‘Disney+’s Frozen: the Musical: the Series’? This season is entirely too meta and I love that! Also, EJ, they would totally call it that. I mean, they sort of already did once, not that you’d know… and now I sort of want season four to be about the characters becoming aware they’re, well, characters in a tv show… that would be something for real. And I’m only half-joking here.

Also, can we acknowledge how wholesome Portwell are being here? Love that for them. I refuse to take any part in any ship wars, besides, if you recall, I didn’t really see Portwell coming until halfway into season 2 (oblivious much?), but like, they’re the real deal. If we can’t have Redlyn or Seblos this season, at least there’s still them.

Idk why, but Maddox is just bothering me entirely too much. Which is a shame because I wanted to like her. But then again, I wanted to like ‘Napoleon over here’ (yes, I’m still calling him that, it’s now become part of honouring Big Red who first called him that) and then he severely disappointed me, so… I suppose the lesson which can be learnt here is ‘never get attached to a new character before you’ve seen them actually in the show’ or something…

I said it once before and I’ll say it again (and I’ll probably say it at least once an episode if things keep going in the same direction they are now) — Carlos is entirely too relatable this season. Not that he wasn’t before, but, come on, Broadway-diva-in-the-making Carlos Rodriguez in a summer camp setting? Hits different.

I am so intrigued by Jet though… like, I want to know more about him, and I want it now. Just give it to me already…

Kourtney without her phone is reminding me a lot of me in my last year of high school when I had to cut off flour and sugar from my diet in order to get into my prom dress… would not recommend. But yeah, I was fully just scenting bread whenever I went even where there was definitely none, and can I just say I feel for Kourt here…

Ashlyn saying Gina’s brought 1.0 to camp… sort of true, and it’s not like a little bit of that is a bad thing at all, or like she means it in a bad way. Like, come on, these two are sisters. They love each other. But Gina 2.5 is a Gina I’m liking a lot. And this season’s soundtrack is really pulling out all the stoppers, isn’t it? I feel like no matter how the other aspects of the show may get, the music is still going to be the best part of it all, and that’s saying a lot.

Ricky ‘rewinding’ himself was so funny and adorable and, like, embracing the obvious awkwardness of the moment… love that for him honestly. I feel like he’s on a good path this season and I’ll be back to liking him full time, not just occasionally.

‘Friends? Enemies? Lovers? *looks at camera*’ Ricky is fully giving bi energy here and I can’t say I (and about a few thousands more people on here) didn’t call it ages ago. Now can we please just make it happen?

Ok but Ricky and Gina at the sight of EJ and Val hugging reminded me a lot, for whatever reason, of Angelica and Laurens at the Hamilton wedding. I said what I said. Just… idk. That was the vibe I got for some reason.

And… suddenly I want to see tiny Val and EJ together in The Sound of Music… I love that show and I love the thought of these two as tiny little kids, being the best of friends and whatnot… just… add that to the list of scenes I’ll never see except for in my imagination, ok.

Ok but Maddox is just really getting on my nerves right now… it’s one thing being used to do things by yourself, but it’s another to rudely refuse any sort of help. What scares me the most about her, however, is that I feel like I’m seeing quite a bit of myself in her and I’m just not liking that at all. Like, I want to like her, and then I don’t, and then it’s because she reminds me of the side of me I’m still learning to love… an acquired taste, alright. Is it possible to be terribly annoyed by a character and still relate to them way too much? Because that’s where I’m at with Maddox right now.

‘… you’re not even friends. You’re the competition’… Now why would Gina say that… to her fans, too? Like, she might have gone through some stuff and learnt a few lessons along the way, but they’ve not been through what she’s been through. What if they mess things up royally because of her words of advice? But hey, that’s a solid reminder that Gina is still just a kid, too, and she’s got a lot to learn yet.

EJ embracing his inner Miss Jenn is… well, something I didn’t know I was supposed to expect, but then, is it a season of HSMTMTS if the director doesn’t circle everyone up and sing a song from the show they’re doing in the highest pitch they’re capable of? Or… or if Ricky doesn’t show up late with a bang? I think Carlos put it best here, in another one of his highly-quotable one-liners: ‘Now that’s tradition!’ Enough said.

I was going to comment on individual performances during this audtition montage, but… how could I single anyone out? Everybody is just lovely and, like, I came prepared with a cast list but I don’t know anymore… except… Alex and Emmy are 100% young Elsa and Anna and you can’t convince me otherwise.

One thing other than the music which I’m loving about this season is definitely the guest stars. I mean, Jesse Tyler Ferguson as Nini’s donor wasn’t something I wanted or expected or anything, but now that I’ve got it, I’m just curious to see the dynamics. And the contractually obligated awkwardness is there, but it’s sort of a positive, embraced awkwardness. I said last time that I didn’t care much about Nini’s story this season and that was because I thought they’d be basically just replicating Olivia’s own, but it seems I’ve underestimated this show’s potential in terms of storylines. I like this much more than a 100% focus on her music or whatever. That might be a bit of a controversial opinion, but it’s my opinion and I’ll stand by it until I don’t believe in it anymore… if that ever happens.

So… let me get this straight (or, like, as straight as possible when there are exclusively queer people involved) — Marvin and Nini’s mums were in a band together? Well, then, you can say it runs in the family, indeed. See, now that makes any music-related Nini storyline that much more interesting to me.

Pls… Jet arriving an hour late to the auditions and everyone just supporting him, no questions asked (shout-out to Ricky and Ashlyn especially)? I’m not crying, you’re crying! And I love his vocals, too. But in a show like this, that was a given.

‘He’s like a little Ricky’. Couldn’t have said it better myself. And… proud big brother (?) Ricky is my new favourite Ricky.

I love it so much when songs tie so inseparably into the context of their scene in the show… and You Never Know has definitely got that going for it. I mean, the first verse mirroring what Marvin told Nini, and then the title being the same as The University Clowns’ one big hit… I love that for it. And the music in this season continues to be top-notch.

Pls Ashlyn’s got a BATB rose? Love that so much!! It’s just a nice detail, you know. Also, it makes me wonder if maybe Big Red gave it to her?

Has… has Gina defending Maddox got to do anything with the fact that, out of all three Wildcat girls, she’s the only one Maddox hasn’t been vaguely rude to yet? And what… what was Maddox up to in the dark? I need details and I need them now. And I want to know what it is in the cast list that Carlos refuses to let happen… I suppose I’ll have to spend another week barely-online, waiting to find out… I sort of like it how life is making me more interested in HSMTMTS by taking it away from me for the 2nd week in a row. But I hope this next one will be the last one like this.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts season 3 #hsmtmts s3 #hsmtmts spoilers #ricky bowen #nini salazar roberts #gina porter #ej caswell #ashlyn moon caswell #carlos rodriguez #kourtney greene #maddox hsmtmts #jet hsmtmts #val hsmtmts #jnk watches hsmtmts

[sims4royalsandimperials]

Olde Towne Windenburg Chapel, Windenburg, Lunaria - 9:21am

Whitney: What time did you get the call from Mama on Wednesday? Melaura: About Aunt Shirley? Whitney: Yeah. Melaura: Around 7:00am our time. I was just about to head out to the office when I got the call. After that, I couldn’t stop crying. Whitney: Me neither. Joseph wanted to call the other patients, Martina and Branson, but he couldn’t get a hold of them. Apparently, Martina moved her family out of Lunaria, and Branson was apparently busy. They would have come if they could. How’s Mama holding up?

Melaura: She’s devastated. She and Papa stayed with Gordon and Claire at the facility after bringing Shirley to the funeral home. From what I understand in the conversation, Uncle Arden was en route to come visit, but he was too late. Aunt Shirley considered him the little brother they never had.

Arden: I can’t believe Shirley’s gone. It’s like losing an older sister. Eric: I’m just glad our girls spent a lot of time with her. Shirley was a superb infulence on my daughters.  Arden: I can’t imagine how hard Eloise and Gordon are taking it.

Eric: Our nephew is... trying to put the pieces back together. It’s overwhelming enough for him to take on his mother’s legacy, but for him to go on without her? I cannot comprehend the stress he has to undertake, now.

10:00am

Archbishop: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to celebrate the life Shirley Yvette Kensley Thompson. Beloved mother to Gordon and Monica, Grandmother to Riley, Keith, Ashlyn, Sara, and Daniel, Sister to Eloise and Katrina, and Aunt to various nieces and nephews.  A woman who brought Lunarians together in their time of need, helping those who had hit rock bottom in life.

Hanley Cemetery - 11:30am

Katrina: Sunny Gupta once said: “A sister is our first friend and second mother.” If that’s the case, then this was true of Shirley. She was mine and Eloise’s first friend and second mother, and nurtured us whenever our parents were unable. She, who was the light of so many lives here at home, made certain neither myself, nor Eloise, or our brothers, were left out of anything, and with the time we had with her, we savored it. 

Katrina: Shirley taught us all to never doubt ourselves. This was exampled by my initial reluctance to marry Eric. *short laughter* She said to me, “Reena, Eric has shown Mom and Dad, and I that he has your best interests at heart. Have no doubt that you two will live a fruitful and everlasting life.” And to this day, these words still resonate within me. And she was right. Thirty-eight years and four daughters later, I am still reminded to have no doubts for what the future holds.

Katrina: Her actions and philanthropy for the Kingdom of Lunaria and abroad have inspired my family to be more caring, generous, and if not for her gentleness and kindness, people would not have known what to do, should they fall from their absolute apex. She was there to help, and get people back on their feet. 

Katrina: The lesson she would have wanted us to learn, as individuals... regardless of status or occupation...

Katrina: ...Is that if you are struggling in life, do not be afraid to get some help, and vice versa. 

Katrina: Shirley would want us to continue living on, with the things she taught all of us over the years. I would like to end this by saying thank you to the Watcher for the mercy you’ve shown my sister in life and death. Without her, we wouldn’t be where we are today...

Katrina: ... Eloise and I wouldn’t have reconciled had it not been for her, Gordon wouldn’t have had the influence of his mother that he still does today and everyday, and I wouldn’t have had an amazing friend such as Arden, or my incredible husband, and my wonderful daughters and grandchildren. Thank you, Shirley, for everything. We love you, and we’ll all miss you dearly. 

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@simsroyallegacy​

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[venky45]

EPIC ADVENTURE ACROSS THE LAKE BAÏKAL

Some of my friends say I am living my dream. Some say I am living my passion. But it’s not as rosy as it looks. It’s not easy to travel on these adventurous expeditions while having an 11-year-old Autistic daughter at home. I am able to do these travels just because my one and only wife is supportive and allows me to follow my passion of adventure even though it’s difficult for her to manage without me. I will always stay indebted to her for this.

The same evening that I returned from the Mount Everest base camp expedition, I received a message from Venky regarding the Road to Baikal expedition in Siberia. In the morning, I had the permission granted and the confirmation went out to Venky and there was no looking back.

Expedition in this part of the world where the maximum temperatures are -10 degrees and minimum anywhere between -30 to  -35 degrees required 100% preparation. Looking for appropriate clothing including sleeping bag, shoes, socks, etc. began. In the meantime the flight tickets were booked and the Russian visa was taken care off. Being in Russia and not visiting Moscow would be considered a crime. So, I decided to take a stopover at Moscow on my return journey.

Months passed by so quickly and before I knew it, I was on my way to Irkutsk in Siberia from Dubai via Moscow. The journey to Moscow was not so bad. But the 9-hour wait in the airport lounge was killing even though there was food and free drinks. Sitting all alone (only Indian) with no company was the worst part. I reached Irkutsk the following morning where I had to forward the clock by 5 hours. The representative of Nomadic Road, organisers of this expedition, transferred me to our hotel, The Courtyard by Marriott.

As usual Venky was at the reception to greet and welcome me. The temperature was a little disappointing. It was only -2 degrees whereas the average temperatures at this time of the year are above -10 degrees. The Adventure began the same day. We were booked in for a private helicopter tour on Lake Baikal to cover the south side where we wouldn’t be driving and a lunch to be served on the lakeside. After a quick breakfast and freshening up at the hotel, we assembled at the lobby by 12 pm. Also, met the guys who would be, partners in crime on this expedition. I knew Ashlyn (who has done 2 expeditions with me) and Ajesh as we are members of the same off-roading club in Dubai. Met Ram from Mumbai and Mittal my would be partner in the vehicle from Pune. Also met the brother in law duo of Vijay from Mumbai and Suresh from Cleveland, Ohio, USA. Another brother in law duo Neeraj from Delhi and Deepak from Mumbai were to reach later that night. Charles, the French filmmaker also would arrive later that night after missing his connecting flight to Irkutsk. Ram and Mittal were not taking the helicopter tour. So the 5 of us were transferred to the helipad, a half an hour drive from our hotel along with an English-speaking guide.

“Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before”

After a simple briefing, which was translated to us, we were on the choppers ready for take-off. I was paired with Vijay in a small chopper (due to weight issues) and the others were in a 6 seater. The ride took us above Irkutsk giving us a bird’s eye view of the city and following the frozen Angara River towards Lake Baikal. We were told to watch out for any wildlife below, but were not lucky enough to spot anything. We could also see the long Trans-Siberian railway line winding through the mountains.

The first view of the humongous frozen lake Baikal brought goose bumps all over. The magnanimity of the lake and the thought of driving on it for the next 7 days brought more excitement within.

At the first sight of the clear blue ice below, I almost screamed out of joy, but somehow contained it. The scenery below was out of the world and brought back memories of some good science fiction movies such as The snow creature. We also got to see some locals carrying out ice fishing, cars driving on the lake, a hovercraft and surprisingly an adventurer trying to cross the lake with a cycle. The experienced pilots took us as low as possible so that we could get a good look of the lake and easily landed the choppers on the lakeside at Polovinniy bay besides the railway track. This village at Polovinniy bay is abandoned during winters. By the time we walked along the railway line near the village, the pilots had set our lunch on the lakeside and surprised us with a bottle of champagne.

The lunch was a good spread of Fish and Beef along with the famous Omul Salad.  Omul is a white fish species of the salmon family endemic to Lake Baikal. It is considered a delicacy in Siberia and eaten raw in a salad. As the champagne disappeared in a few minutes, Ajesh pulled out a bottle of Remy Martin from his bag. The Omul salad tasted great with the company of cognac and I had never imagined that I would be eating raw fish someday. Once done we took off again and flew over the town of Listvyanka where most of the tourist from Irkutsk comes to enjoy the frozen lake. It seems around 300 rivers come and empty themselves into lake Baikal and only 1 river flows out of lake Baikal which is river Angara and starts from Listvyanka.

We got to witness one more wonder of Mother Nature. The 700 meters at the mouth of the river Angara, where it flows out of Baikal never freezes under any circumstances and any temperature even in the harshest winters. The remainder of the journey was very scenic and kept me busy making video clips and clicking pictures. We also flew over the famous Taltsy museum, which is an open-air museum. Taltsy was a village of wooden houses, which was moved and preserved in the present location to enact the life of the Russians in the 17th and 18th century. It was on my list to visit this museum, but had to be satisfied by the aerial view due to shortage of time. Upon landing at the helipad, we celebrated our trip with local Baikal vodka shots at the heliport bar and returned to our hotel. In the evening Ram and Mittal joined me, Ajesh and Ashlyn for a walk to the old town. A picture by Babur the lioness, a bronze sculpture was a must. To read more visit - https://www.nomadicroad.com/stories/epic-adventure-across-the-lake-baikal

[brokenbowen]

Tag Drop 4/4

#( hopelessly devoted to you // && nini ) #( i’ll always be by your side // && big red ) #( a forever kind of thing // && ej ) #( watch these broken hearts mend each other // && gina ) #( you’ve got a friend in me // && ashlyn ) #( i don’t mind if it’s me you need to turn to // && kourtney ) #( you can count on me // && carlos ) #( when the sun shines we’ll shine together // && seb ) #( we make each other strong // && theatre gang ) #( rather go blind than let you down // && miss jenn ) #( i wish i could be enough for you // && lynne ) #( just want to make you proud // && mike ) #( alone inside of this broken home // && the bowens ) #( if you’re stuck in the dark i’ll be your light // && addison ) #( there’s nothing you can do to keep me at bay // && apollo )

[the-bau-quinjet]

Always

Summary: You overhear Steve talking to Bucky about going back to be with Peggy. Rather than confronting the situation, you write him a letter.

Warnings: I cried just thinking about writing this, so much angst, some swearing

Word Count: 3305

a/n: here it is folks: the sad fic I mentioned a few posts ago. Inspired by a multitude of songs from the album Ashlyn by Ashe. I high key recommend listening to that album while you read or just in general. I'm pretending like nobody died in Endgame because that shit is sad and I know this is sad aside from that, but I still have a heart ya know?

Per usual, any song lyrics (or song lyrics that I changed a bit) are in bold! I think used lyrics from Me Without You, Save Myself, I'm Fine, Love is Not Enough, and Always.

Masterlist

"You'd really want to go back?" You overheard Bucky right before you walked into Steve's room.

"I don't know." He let out a deep sigh. "I mean, I do know, but what do you think?" Steve's answer left you wondering what they were discussing.

"All for Peggy?" Your heart stopped waiting for Steve to reply.

Another sigh escaped his lips. You could easily picture him running his hands down his face, a signal he was deep in thought. "I mean, I never got a chance to see what would happen with her. Don't you think she deserves this much?"

You felt frozen. You couldn't hear the rest of Steve's answer or Bucky's reply over the sound of blood rushing through your ears.

It was all too much to handle. Rather than confront the grab bag of emotions swimming inside of you, you turned around and went back to your room in a zombie like haze.

"Friday, don't let anyone in my room."

You know the AI replied, but you were still too caught up in thought to understand it. Your mind was full of questions you knew you couldn't figure out the answers to alone.

Why would Steve want to go back for Peggy when he had you? Why would he even consider it if he loved you like he said he does? Is he still in love with Peggy? Has he been in love with her the whole time? Why would he choose her when he's spent so much more time with you?

"Y/N?" The sound of Steve's voice outside your door startled you. "Y/N, honey, are you in there?"

You could hear the doorknob rattling in his attempt to open it, but Friday was doing as you asked.

"I thought you were going to meet me downstairs?"

His words only broke your heart more, a small sniffle escaping despite your efforts to remain quiet.

"Are you not feeling well? What's wrong?"

His questions were left unanswered, much like the questions swimming around your head.

Steve kept talking to you through the door for a while, but you never replied. You weren't ready to face him, not until you knew you wouldn't say something you'd later regret.

-

The next few days carried on much the same. You refused to leave your room, relying on various snacks and protein bars you had for food. Every few hours, you would try to write down what you were feeling, but it didn't help calm you down the same way it typically did.

Everyone tried talking to you, but nothing worked. Steve spent hours outside your door every day in an effort to get you to talk to him, but you just couldn't figure out your emotions. It was all still too much to handle.

Late one night, Steve said something that forced you into action.

"Y/N, I don't know what happened, but if I did something I'm truly sorry. I'm returning the stones tomorrow. We've never not said goodbye before a mission... I just hope this one is the same."

You listened as he quietly walked back down the hallway, steps slowly receding until you were left in the same absolute silence you've spent the last few days.

You knew you had to talk to him, but hearing him say to your face that he's staying with Peggy would kill you.

You couldn't survive a permanent goodbye, not in your current state of mind.

After a few minutes of silent contemplation, you decided to write Steve a letter. Maybe you'd give it to him or maybe it would just help you organize your thoughts. Either way, it would be helpful to write to someone for a change.

Hi Steve,

I, well, I guess I'll start with this. You deserve an apology. I'm truly sorry for ignoring you for the past few days. I just... I heard what you said to Bucky and I didn't know how to deal with it.

You know I've never been the best at controlling my emotions, so I just holed myself up in here. I avoided you so I could figure out my own feelings first.

I know I should talk to you. You deserve that too, but I don't think I could survive the heartbreak. I guess I'll try to explain everything I've been thinking and feeling since that night.

Honestly, I'm not sure where to start. It feels kind of stupid to say, but I obviously experienced a range of emotions when I first heard you and Bucky talking about going back.

You know I've always found solace in writing, so that's what I'm doing. I needed a way to clear my thoughts, and it turned into this concoction of thoughts and some poems - you know how I feel about poems. (Look at that! A sarcastic comment! I didn't think I was capable of humor anymore.)

This might not surprise you, but the first emotion I clung to was anger. I'm not angry anymore, well at least not as angry. Anyway, I wrote this next part when I was absolutely pissed at you.

-

What the fuck?

You want to go back in time and stay there?

You want to leave me behind?

Steve, what the fuck is wrong with you?

I could keep you here. If I really wanted to, I could figure out a way to do it. I could cut the brakes just to keep you from leaving. I'll do it too. My hands on the wheel would drive us into a wall.

You must think I'm being petty. Hiding in my room like a child to avoid you. All the while, here I am writing all the things I could do to keep you. Well, news flash: I don't need you. You made me think the only world I could exist in, was one you lived in, almost had me fooled.

Here's something you probably never considered, because I sure as shit never thought I'd even need to. I can be me without you. I don't have to rely on you for my own happiness. I thought you loved me, but if you want to go back and be with Peggy, do it. Go find yourself, let me down.

It's easy to sit here now and look back on how everything we had would always be second string to your relationship with her. God damn hindsight's 2020.

I want you to know, you did this to me. You broke my heart. When I heard you say you wanted a chance to be with Peggy, it's like my whole world crumbled down around me.

Everything I thought I knew was ripped out from under me. You poured rain all over my sunny. Yeah, someday, this could all be funny, but right now it's absolute shit.

And maybe everything will work out the way it's meant to be, but honestly I couldn't give less of a shit about that right now.

If I had the chance, I would take it back. Everything. Meeting you. Becoming friends. Dating you. Falling in love. I'd be jumping off your sinking ship, instead of going down with it.

It'd be so much easier that way. If I never fucking knew you.

One day I'll be good. I'll be over all of this bullshit. Right now I'm just mad. And you know what, it's justifiable. I think I'm allowed to be mad at you.

I'm over being so mature. If only I was never yours. Maybe I'll go back in time and undo it all. Then at least I could save myself from you.

-

Like I said, I wrote that in the heat of the moment. Once my brain caught up to my ears, all I saw was red. Anger didn't last as long as you might think though.

All that was how I felt in the moment, but I want you to know it's not true. I don't really believe any of it. I was hurt and angry and avoiding the pain I knew was just around the corner.

I've always told you anger would be my downfall because I just can't control what I say.

Let me be completely clear, I would never want to undo meeting you. You've been the best part of my life for years. I need you to know that I don't regret any of it and I never will.

Anyway, the anger shifted to tears pretty quickly. It wasn't hard to feel the pain that comes with someone you love leaving you. I can't honestly picture a world where I don't love you.

This is the first poem I wrote. With tear blurring my vision, I put pen to paper and this is what came out.

Complicated. Understated. On the way to, Devastated. I'm just holding on for dear life.

Short and sweet, right? Well, not so much sweet, but you get the point. I feel broken. Here's another bit of poetry for ya.

Right now I'm sorry, Burns through me darling, But I can't help hope In thirty years it won't.

Maybe I just need time. That's what everyone always says. "Time can heal all wounds."

It's hard to even think about moving on though when everything reminds me of you. I've got emotional souvenirs from fleeting moments we spent together. If this is the end, I'll always know you were my golden years. I know in the future I could close my eyes and go back there.

Maybe that's the hardest part. Knowing I'll always have these memories.

All I've been thinking about for the past three days is if this will ever feel better. And maybe it will, when time has passed.

Maybe when I'm older, I'll run out of stories about you. Maybe when I'm older, I'll know what it's like not to love you, Anymore.

Despite my best efforts, it's still only a maybe. Maybe when I'm older I'll be able to stop thinking about you every second of the day. Maybe when I'm older I won't feel like crying everytime I see your face.

But maybe not. Maybe I'll always feel this way.

Maybe when I'm six feet, underneath the concrete, I'll know what it's like not to want you, anymore.

I'm not saying all this to make you feel guilty. You don't need to tell me you're sorry. I know you are. I know you would never hurt me like this without a reason.

I should just talk to you, but I don't think I can. Not yet. We don't need to talk til we're ready. Both of us.

I guess I do have one question. Do you really love me?

I don't think I want to know the answer right now. Because even if you do... it takes a lot more than a rose, more than a kiss, more than a heart to truly love someone and spend forever with them.

It takes a lot more than a ring, more than a vow, more than a promise to build and maintain a relationship.

Love is not enough. I know that now. Even if you love me to the best of your abilities, you could still love Peggy more. Love may not be enough for us, but at least we got that much.

If you leave, I'll live the rest of my life grateful that at least I got your touch for as long as I did.

I used to think we could take our sweet time, that everything would be just fine. But now I know maybe not.

I cried for days. Like I said, I'm not writing this to make you feel guilty though. I just want to be completely honest. I cried a lot, probably more than I ever have before.

I kept replaying memories of time I spent with you. Not even dates, just the small moments that made me know I love you.

Like that day I woke up too early, almost put salt in my coffee. Oh I thank God that you stopped me before that.

I've never been a morning person, but ever since I met you you've always been there to keep my head on straight.

I think the thing I love most about you is how you can read me better than anyone I've ever known. I can hide from everyone else and they won't bat an eye. They never can tell when I'm falling apart on the inside.

No matter how hard I try to hide it though, you don't believe me when I say I'm alright. You can always, always tell.

It's like you've got a sixth sense that tells you I need you when I try to say I'm fine.

Before I met you, I would get so lonely everyday. Now I'm only lonely until you ask if I'm okay and then I remember that I have people who are there for me. I have you.

All this to say, I love you, Steve. I love you more than I've ever loved another human being.

Forever yours,

Y/N

-

It took you nearly all night to write a coherent letter and come up with a plan to talk to Steve. A quick glance at the clock let you know Steve would be up any minute, so you had to act fast.

You opened your door for the first time in days, running in a full sprint to the stairs and down the hall to Steve's door.

With one final burst of courage, you shoved the letter under the door and ran away before anyone could find you out of your room.

-

"Y/N?" A familiar knock on your door woke you from a restless sleep. "I read your letter, Y/N please let me explain."

It felt like time slowed down as you stared at the door.

"Y/N, I have to bring the stones back, but I really want to talk to you first."

"Come in." You steadied yourself with a deep breath, but one look at Steve ruined your flimsy resolve.

"Y/N... I tried to wait for you to come to me, but..."

He stopped talking when you shook your head, a painful sob forming in your chest.

"I've been thinking a lot." You started slowly, voice scratchy from days of not being used except to cry. "What if staying with me isn't the best thing to keep you happy?"

"Y/N, I-"

"Please let me finish." You waited for him to acknowledge your words before you spoke again.

"If letting you go is the best way to show that I love you, I will." Tears poured down your cheeks, breaths coming to you shakily.

"Captain Rogers, your presence is requested in the backyard." Friday's voice echoed through the room.

Steve looked more torn than you've ever seen him.

"Let's go." You nodded toward the door. "I've got more to say, but you've got somewhere to be."

Slowly, the two of you walked down the hall and entered the elevator.

"I don't know if you'll ever come back-"

"Y/N, really just let me-"

"Steve, please." You begged him to let you get it all out. "I won't ask 'cause that's selfish."

"It's not." He cut in again.

"It is. You deserve to be as happy as possible." With a slow, shaky breath you continued your speech. "I've come to terms I might never feel whole again."

The elevator doors slid open. You followed Steve to the yard where they set up the time machine.

"I'll be broken when you're gone, but I won't hold you back if it's wrong."

"Steve, there you are! Let's go-"

"In a minute, Sam." Steve's eyes never left you, remaining soft and caring. "We can go back inside if you want." He ran his thumbs over your cheeks, ridding them of tears only to be instantly replaced. You've always hated crying in front of people.

"I don't care what people say." You shook your head, ignoring the potential pitying looks you could receive for crying in front of others. Another deep breath, and you continued. "You know I won't force you to stay."

It was your turn to wipe tears from Steve's face.

"If you leave, I'll be okay. Just promise that you won't forget me babe."

"I could never-" He cut in again only to stop when you gave him a pleading look.

"I understand if leaving is what you have to do. I don't want you to go, but I'll be okay, eventually." You let out a watery chuckle, wiping your eyes again.

"Y/N, I never meant for-"

"Steve, you ready?" Sam interrupted again.

"It's fine. You can go." You did your best to hold back any lingering tears. You had to physically turn Steve around yourself and push him towards the machine.

"Y/N, please, I can't-"

"Steve, they're waiting for you. It's okay, I promise." He finally started to walk away only to pause when you called out one more thing. "Oh, Steve?"

"Yeah?" He wore a solemn smile.

"I'll love you always."

You watched as he listened to Banner's instructions and bid farewell to Sam and Bucky. The bitter part of you wondered if Sam knew.

A strangled sob left your mouth as soon as Steve disappeared. All three men standing around the machine looked your way, Sam and Bucky running toward you to help.

"He should be back any second. It's fine!" Sam desperately tried to console you, but you knew it wouldn't work.

"Y/N. Y/N! Listen to me. Did Steve talk to you?" Bucky asked, ignoring Sam's bewildered expression.

You nodded pitifully.

"Did he explain-" You cut him off.

"He- he didn't ha-have time.: You stuttered as you tried desperately to gulp in air through the tears. "I did most of the talking. I needed him to know it was okay."

"To know what was okay?" Sam asked, still clearly confused.

The thought of explaining it only broke you down more. You would have fallen to the ground if not for Bucky catching you. Your body leaned into his.

"Doll..." Bucky shook his head. "You should have let him explain."

You choked on another sob just thinking about it.

"Shh, it's okay. You'll be okay." Bucky whispered in your ear, ignoring Sam's confused glares.

"Y/N..." The sound of Steve's voice echoed in your ears causing another painful sob to jolt through your body.

"Baby, please look at me."

You genuinely thought you were hallucinating when you opened your eyes to see Steve towering over you.

"Steve?" Your voice was barely a whisper.

"It's me, I'm here." He gently took you from Bucky's arms, cradling you close to him but leaning his head far enough away for you to look into your eyes.

"You came back..." Your tears slowed, gently falling down your cheeks as you stared at him wide-eyed.

"I was never planning to leave." He spoke while gently stroking your hair.

"B-but, you were talking to Bucky about going back?" Your tears gave way to confusion as you glanced between him and Bucky.

"Just to say goodbye." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, breathing in your scent. "I just thought she deserved a real goodbye."

New tears pooled in your eyes as you took in his words. "So, you never wanted to leave me?"

"I could never, and would never, leave you. I love you so much. I just wish I knew why you were holed up in your room sooner." He smiled at you, the same adoring smile he gave you the first time you met.

"I love you too. Always." You leaned into his embrace, relishing in the touch you thought you'd lost forever. He whispered his reply, clinging to you just as much as you were to him.

"Always."

a/n: today I discovered I am truly incapable of writing a sad ending. I just like the idea of escaping to a reality where Steve would never abandon me.

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[solarwriting]

good 4 u

e.j. caswell (formerly) x fem!reader

summary: after a bad break up, y/n writes a song and plays it with her band at a party her ex is also at.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, unedited and written at one a.m.

note: i don’t know what this is but the song is so good and i watched the first ep of season two and this was born?? if you want a pronoun change let me know!

posted may 17, 2021

it seemed as soon as he broke up with nini e.j. found a new girl to entertain him. y/n l/n, she wasn’t a part of the musical. it wasn’t her lack of talent so much as it was a lack of interest, she figured focusing on her own music and starting a band would make her seem more serious.

she was pinning a band tryouts flier to the bulletin board in the cafeteria, unaware of the eyes on her. almost the entire cast of the musical was staring at her. nini sighed, “guys, stop. she’s gonna notice us staring.”

“do you think she knows what happened with you guys.” carlos asked, turning back to face her, leaning in to hear her answer.

“no. i don’t know. i shouldn’t care, it’s just- whatever.” she groaned, pushing her food around with her fork.

“convincing.” seb commented.

“i know he’s my cousin but honestly e.j.’s a bit of a whore.” ashlyn muttered causing the table to laugh.

kourtney leaned into nini’s shoulder, “let’s give y/n the benefit of the doubt and say she has no idea?”

“i mean how could she? she’s not part of the musical, she focused on her band.” ashlyn explained.

“wait, she has a band?” carlos asked.

“she’s starting one, she plays guitar and drums but she wanted a drummer another guitar and singer. i think that’s what she was putting on the board.” ashlyn shrugged, everyone looked at her confused, “what? we used to hang out.”

“wait, really?” nini wondered.

“yeah, she’s actually really nice. and really talented, girl can really shred. you guys would really getting along, you know if you forget about my stupid cousin.”

nini laughed along with the group, her eyes fell back to y/n who was now sitting with e.j. and his friends. maybe they could be friends.

it turns out e.j. is really bad with girlfriends because it only took a few weeks for them to break up, no one could really figure out why though just that y/n left school wednesday crying and didn’t come back until the following monday.

a few days later y/n caught her on her way to rehearsals for the musical, “hey, nini. can i ask you something?”

“yeah, sure.” nini was hesitant but thought on what ashlyn said.

“so you write songs right?” nini nodded and y/n continued, “so i’m writing this song for my band and i was wondering if you could give me some pointers. i know you probably won’t want to because of e.j. actually forget i asked, it was stupid.”

y/n turned to walk away before nini stopped her, “y/n wait. i can help you, come on.”

“where are we going?”

“i have to go to rehearsal and since they’re not doing any gabriella scenes we can work on it in the auditorium.” she motioned for the girl to follow her.

“hi, miss jenn. this is y/n, is it okay if we sit over there while you’re going over the scenes i’m not in?”

“of course. nice to meet you y/n.” miss jenn smiled.

they sat a few rows back, behind miss jenn and y/n pulled out a notebook, “it’s really rough right now. and it’s kind of embarrassing but you can look at it.”

nini was quiet as she read over the lyrics she had written down. “is the about?”

“yes.” y/n said quickly, “sorry if that’s weird.”

“no it’s okay, i actually really like it.”

“i was just really angry when he ended it- and did you know he’s already seeing someone else?”

“really? it hasn’t even been a week!”

“i know! she’s a cheerleader i guess.”

“and here i thought his type was musicans.”

“right? from what i’ve heard they’ve been off and on since his sophomore year and they started hooking up again while he was still seeing me.”

“i guess ashyln was right about her whore statement.”

y/n laughed and they continued to work on the song together. by the end of rehearsal everyone was talking about how two of e.j.’s exes had created a bond, at one point e.j. himself noticed the pair and looked like he was going to be sick. the girls finished the song and were getting ready to leave.

“hey, would you actually like to join my band, i need another singer and your voice is killer. we’re playing a party tomorrow night.”

“i would love to, will this song be on this set?” she asked.

“of course, imagine e.j.’s face when he sees two of his exes singing about him.” y/n laughed.

the two girls left and later that evening nini met the rest of the band (y/n managed to find a drummer and bassist a week ago) and practiced their new song as well as a couple of covers for the party.

the next evening, which was a friday, the band found themselves at the party. y/n couldn’t remember the name of whose house they were at though, a friend of a friend who offered her band to play.

y/n passed around shots of tequila to her bandmates “for the nerves” she had put it before downing hers with a groan. the rest followed suit before they made their way in to the basement, where the main part of the party was and where their instruments were set up. y/n pulled her guitar off the stand and plugged it in, she grabbed the microphone and adjusted it.

“hi, i’m y/n and first song i want to sing is an original written by myself and the amazing nini.” y/n motioned to nini who stood next to her, “this song is for anyone whose ever gone through a breakup where their ex got off better than they did, this is good 4 u, enjoy!”

y/n nodded to the bassist who began playing and nini started in with the first verse with y/n doing back up vocals,

“well good for you, i guess you moved on really easily

you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks

remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world”

y/n leaned into the mic and continued with the next line, 

“and good for you, i guess that you've been working on yourself

i guess that therapist i found for you, she really helped

now you can be a better man for your brand new girl”

the drummers began playing and y/n began strumming her guitar and nini leaned into their shared mic as they both sang the chorus,

“well good for you

you look happy and healthy, not me

if you ever cared to ask

good for you”

y/n and nini smiled at each other as they continued,

“you're doing great out there without me, baby

god, i wish that i could do that

i’ve lost my mind

i’ve spent the night

crying on the floor of my bathroom

but you're so unaffected, i really don't get it

but I guess good for you”

y/n took the next verse and nini did the back up vocals. y/n joined nini to sing,

“baby what the fuck is up with that?

nini continued the next verse on her own with y/n joining in on the chorus again. y/n sang the bridge on her own before they both sang the chorus. they both found e.j. in the crowd as they sang. the girls smiled at one another before locking eyes with the boy to finish out their song,

“well, good for you, i guess you moved on really easily”

the crowd of excited, drunk teenagers cheered as the song ended. “i hope you all liked that!” y/n announced, out of breath. she looked at nini who was smiling just as widely as she was. she pulled the girl into a hug (being mindful if the guitar hanging around her). they bowed and nini grabbed the mic, “we will be taking a short break but we will be back!”

the band shared a group hug before breaking apart to find a drink or friends. carlos, ashlyn, and kortney quickly found nini who was with y/n looking for water. “that was amazing!” carlos squealed, pulling nini in for a hug followed by the two girls.

“y/n, that was incredible!” ashlyn gushed, hugging her as well, “i’ve missed hanging out with you so much!”

“i have too!” y/n exclaimed.

“hate to interrupt but can we please go find some water?” nini shouted over the music someone put on. y/n nodded and threw her arm over nini’s shoulder before they began their search.

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[whatisthiswritingthing]

Nothing Changed - USWNT X Reader

Prompt: could you do a uswnt x enby reader where they come out to the team?

Note, keep in mind that everyone’s coming out is vastly different and this may not represent your experience or your preferences. 

“Hey, you alright?” Rose tilted her water bottle toward the younger player, squeezing it enough to squirt them.

“Hmm? Yea,” Y/N glanced up from the grass when they felt the water hit their arm.

“That was convincing,” the midfielder rolled her eyes, shuffling closer, nudging their shoulders together gently.

Y/N was sitting quietly in the grass, slowly plucking one blade of grass out one at a time. The team had noticed how withdrawn the younger player had been since camp had started. Really only speaking when spoken too, always seemingly unaware of their surroundings, anxiously fidgeting, leg bouncing constantly. Players had all attempted to speak with the younger player, only for the conversation to be interrupted or dismissed, Y/N doing their best to avoid everyone.

“Want to try again?” Rose pushed more, reaching over to wrap a hand around Y/N’s as they tore a larger piece of grass in their fingers. Y/N tugged their hand away, tossing the remaining grass down.

Y/N dug the heels of their cleats into the ground, bringing their knees to their chest, wrapping their arms around them and resting their chin on top. They let out a sigh, clenching and unclenching their jaw.

Sensing the other player was working through their thoughts, the midfielder let a hand drop to Y/N’s elbow. The muscle tensed under the contact, but wasn’t pulled away, allowing Rose to squeeze it once before soothingly running her thumb until the muscle began to relax slightly.

Y/N rolled their head to the side and released another long sigh, body deflating, “I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” Y/N briefly made eye contact with the brunette before looking forward again.

“Well, you’ve got a pretty brain,” Rose tapped the side of Y/N’s head, “so whatever has you so stuck in there must be pretty important,” she dipped her head to try and make eye contact. Seeing the small grin forming, Rose nudged them again, repeating the motion a couple times as Y/N’s grin grew.

Turning and tackling Y/N, Rose smiled from above them, tapping their forehead, “the only thing you need to think so hard about right now, is where we are going for lunch.”

Y/N crinkled their nose, swatting at the hand tapping them, “oh that’s easy, grilled cheese.”

Rose rolled her eyes and began to get off Y/N, “you chose that every time.”

Getting up themselves, Y/N giggled, “then why do you even bother asking?”

“You two done messing around? We want lunch!” Horan called to them as the pair approached the rest of the group.

“Simmer down, we’re coming,” Rose waved them off.

“Good, where are we going?”

“Take a wild guess,” Rose rolled her eyes, pushing Y/N away slightly.

“Grilled cheese,” the group said together.

“Grilled cheese!” Y/N repeated, smiling wide, giving a small hop, jumping onto Sam as she got close enough.

Y/N remained engaged and animated with the group while they were out for lunch, the friends doing their best to keep them distracted from whatever kept them in there head all camp.

Later that night, Y/N laid in bed, locking and unlocking their phone a few times. Letting out a big sigh, they tossed their phone to the side of the bed, continuing to stare at the ceiling.

The young player knew they needed to tell the team, but the idea of doing an official “coming out” just didn’t seem right. This was who they were, they shouldn’t have to come out, shouldn’t have to say anything. But Y/N also knew they would feel so much more comfortable hearing the correct words to describe them, would feel less like an imposter, feel comfortable in their own skin.

Y/N knew it wouldn’t change anything. That they were still them. That the only difference would be the words used around them. So, they struggled, battled with their mind all camp. It’s not that they felt like they needed to come out, but that they didn’t know how to ask the team to change their pronouns. Hence, the internal battle they had, wanting to tell the team, but not knowing how to ask without making a big deal out of it.

They considered just changing their pronouns on Instagram. But most people wouldn’t see it. And their close friends would be hurt Y/N hadn’t felt comfortable to them themselves.

Maybe slowly correct people? No, that would lead to more confusion.

Announce it at the end of the team meeting? No, that was way more attention than Y/N wanted on them.

Sighing again, Y/N roughly rolled over again in bed.

“You are going to sleep on the hallway soon if you don’t stop thinking so loud over there,” came the muffled voice of Pinoe in the bed next to Y/N.

“Sorry, I’ll stop,” Y/N apologized softly, shifting a little more to try and get comfortable one last time.

Megan rolled over in her bed to face the younger player, “what’s got you so in your head this camp, kiddo?”

Huffing out a breath, Y/N rolled onto their back, “I have something I need to do, well want to do, no, maybe need. I don’t know,” slamming their hands onto the mattress, frustrated, as they rambled.

“What do you need to do?” Pinoe propped herself up in her bed, just making out Y/N staring at the ceiling in the dark.  

“It’s not a need, definitely a want. And I really don’t want to have to do it, but it feels like a need to me. But I don’t want to make a big deal of it, but it needs to be done,” Y/N continued to ramble as is Megan hadn’t said anything, verbalizing everything to themselves.

Megan swung her legs over the side of the bed, working to get a better look at the distress individual. Sensing the younger player needed to work continue to work out their thoughts, she patiently waited while they rambled across from her, watching as Y/N ran a hand harshly through their hair before slamming it back on the mattress.

When Y/N didn’t continue, Megan shifted closer to the edge of the bed, leaning her elbows on her knees. Getting close to the distraught, but still giving them the space they clearly needed, “what do you need to do kiddo?”

The forward watched as Y/N clenched their jaw and unclenched it a few times, hands finding a loose string on the bed and wrapping it around their finger. Y/N finally let their head role to the to face Rapinoe, “I need to come out.”

“Y/N,” Megan stretched a hand out to unravel Y/N’s hand from the string on the sheet, “that’s something you never need to do. That is something you only do if you want to. If you don’t feel comfortable or ready, you don’t need to come out.”

Of course, Y/N already knew this. But to them, it wasn’t about being ready or not being ready. Or if she trusted the team to view them the same. It was that they hated the idea of having to come out at all. That they couldn’t just be themselves, that to fully feel comfortable and truly embrace who they were, they needed to come out, needed to tell everyone how they wanted, needed, to be referred to.

Y/N looked back to the ceiling, letting out a frustrated growl, “I know I don’t need to come out. And I am ready to come out. I just think the whole idea of it is stupid. Like, you didn’t have to go around telling everyone you were a girl. Why the fuck, do I have to go around tell everyone I’m not!”

Megan kept her hand on Y/N’s wrist, but leaned back, understanding what the real issue was. That Y/N wanted to come out but didn’t want to come out. Didn’t want the production of that seemed to come with it. The awkwardness of explaining themselves, answering questions, the feeling of having to defend themselves, justify who they were.

“I understand,” Megan nodded, Y/N rolled their head to face the forward, “what do you want to do kiddo?”

Y/N shifted, moving to fully sitting up in the bed, “that’s the problem,” they grunted out, “I want everyone to know, but I don’t know how to tell everyone. I don’t know what I want to do.”

“You’re right Y/N, it’s not fair that you have to formally come out to anyone. But this team is full of open minded, progressive people, they aren’t going judge you.”

“It’s not that. I know they won’t, I just don’t know how to do tell them. I just want to say it and move on with it,” Y/N explained. They weren’t worried that any of them wouldn’t accept them, they just knew how eccentric some of the team could be, and how many questions they might have.

“I got you kid, let’s get some sleep and worry about it tomorrow. This isn’t something you need to stress about. You’re still you, you’re just letting us understand you in a different way.”

Y/N released a slow breath, working to ease themselves to a reclined position in bed, some of the thoughts eased for the time being. Megan validating that they weren’t overthinking for no reason, that the thoughts they had been struggling with for the last week were normal.

“I guess you’re probably right.”

“Of course I’m right! Now go to sleep, we can figure this out tomorrow, but I need my beauty sleep,” Megan joked, flopping herself back in bed.

The next morning, the pair made their way to the banquet room for breakfast, most of the team already there. The split off, each going to their table.

Before Pinoe sat down though, she stood behind her chair and called out to the room, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Hey team! As most of you know, I am a girl, I have known this my entire life, but I feel that it is important to tell you. I would appreciate you all continuing to use she, her pronouns,” she moved her gaze around the room as she spoke, pausing to make eye contact with Y/N.

A majority of the players watched, confused, as the forward spoke. Some tilted their heads to the side, eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s great P, we can keep doing that,” Ashlyn nodded next to her at the table.

Pinoe remained standing at the table, looking around the room. Peoples faces remained neutral, no one reacting to the information.

“Why did you feel the need to tell us this now?” Christen spoke up across the room.

“I just realized I had never told you guys, and that it isn’t fair that some people have to come out and some don’t,” she made eye contact with Y/N, hoping she was saying the right thing, encouraging them to take the opening given.

Y/N rolled her fingers on the table, biting their lip. They understood what Megan was doing, was normalizing the coming out, normalizing announcing pronouns.

Pushing themselves up, Y/N let took a steadying breath, “I, umm, I’m,” they clenched their jaw, creasing their eye brows, attempting to work through their words, squaring their shoulders they continued, “I’m non-binary, I prefer they or them pronouns.”

Y/N kept it short, glancing around the room, eyes drifting across their closest friends. None of them holding any animosity, all soft and accepting. Several giving Y/N large smiles.

“Thank you for telling us Y/N,” Tierna spoke up next to the younger player, “we will all start using they, them pronouns for you,” she reached up and gripped Y/N’s tense fist.

“Of course, we can do that kiddo,” Megan smiled at them, still standing at her own table.

“And if we ever use any wording that you don’t feel comfortable with, please tell us so we can use the right words,” Ali smiled reassuringly.

Y/N nodded, mostly to themselves, taking another glance around the room, they sat back down at the table. Tierna gave them another squeeze, everyone else giving them a smile.

“Is this what had you so stuck in your head all week?” Rose asked softly.

Y/N gave a small, shy nod, “I wanted to tell you guys, but didn’t want to make a big deal about it.”

“We understand Y/N,” Lindsey nodded next to the brunette.

“And you can tell us anything you want, anything you need us to do or change,” Sam encouraged too.

“I don’t want anything to change. It was just something I needed to tell you guys. I just needed you guys to understand that girl just didn’t fit with me.”

“Alright dude, everyone stays the same, we’ll just change our wording,” Sonnett smiled too.

Y/N looked around the table, and then the room. Everyone had gone back to eating breakfast. Nothing changed, nothing needed to change. Y/N had been able to everyone what they needed to tell them, and everyone just accepted it. No intrusive questions, no unneeded drawn-out explanation, exactly how they wanted it to be; just said what they needed to say and that was it.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines

[retvenkos]

rivals to lovers...

tw: mentions of a serial killer themed escape room, lily being two-faced A/N: i apparently have a lot of feelings about antoine ig,,,,,,, this set just goes on forever, lol. also, lol, can’t wait for season 3 to hit us with a ~twist~ where we learn that antoine was really the criminal mastermind all along, and this entire headcanon set is null and void.

OH, NO, YOU SOMEHOW FOUND YOURSELF WRAPPED UP IN A RIVALS TO LOVERS SITUATION WITH ANTOINE FROM HSMTMTS...

— how you found yourself in the middle of all of this east high vs. north high rivalry, you’ll never know.

okay, that’s a complete lie, you actually do know, but it’s a lot better for your self preservation if you plead the fifth, alright?

— because, here’s the thing. you live across the street from ashlyn caswell. you guys were best friends growing up - spending the summers in the others front yards, annoying the street with the way you’d break out into song in the middle of a sunday afternoon...

— but then it came time for high school. and your side of the street was the boundary for north high. and hers, east.

so. despite your best friend owning her own car and driving herself to east high every morning, and despite your best efforts to convince your parents otherwise, ashlyn drove on her own, and you had to walk three blocks every morning in order to take the bus to north high.

(it’s a little shakespearean, really - two friends torn apart by circumstance, yearning to be at the school that housed the other. it’s a little like an enjoyable afternoon soap opera, really. at least, it would be if it weren’t happening to you.)

— but things at north high are fine, y’know. you made some friends, found your niche. you were never quite the actor that ashlyn was, nor were you the singer, and so your love for musical theatre manifested itself in different ways - as a light technician and set designer, and a vital member to your theatre department’s stage crew. and seeing as north high’s art department always has funding of record amounts, you’re able to really hone your craft!

and for literal years, it worked out fine.

— you and ashlyn were still good friends, hanging out on the weekends and poking fun at the other’s alma mater. 

— you fit in at north high and had a purpose in your drama department.

things were stellar! perfect!

....which brings me back to how you got caught up in this mess in the first place.

— because here’s the thing: you’re good at your job, and so of course you were given a big role in helping your theatre department make a stunning show for the menkies.

and it’s never like north high and east high were rivals before, so you do what you’ve always done every year in high school.

— on the weekends, you hang out with ashlyn and brainstorm ideas for her school’s production.

(and like, for months you’d been helping with ideas for hsm2, but then east high decides to join the menkies! and that’s cool, and designing beauty and the beast is going to be so fun for their department, and you just can’t help but gush a little, and offer some ideas for the castle. and it’s not a big deal. you do this every year!)

— and during the week, you put your every waking moment into making your production shine, and you work really intimately with some of the cast, and make a lot of good friends.

you become especially good friends with this new exchange student antoine. he’s very nice, and he’s always genuinely impressed by what you have to offer the show. you help him rehearse lines on occasion (a french sebastian is...... a choice™, but antoine is an amazing singer, and it oddly works), and sometimes the two of you go for pizza at slices, to annoy howie at work. 

(never once did you think he had ulterior motives - that would be stupid, what did you have to hide? - and if he was a little awkward at the beginning, well, it was probably because the only other person he seemed to hang out with was this new girl lily, and it’s not like she’s the queen of social skills.)

— and for a long while things were great! sure, lily is a little much™, and she seems somewhat suspicious of how highly you speak of east high, but it’s not like she’s an authority or anything, and it’s not like your doing anything wrong.

— you have a lot of ideas for the little mermaid, and they’re being executed really nicely! but, oh, wait, suddenly there’s a change of shows, and it’s beauty and the beast you’re putting on.......... and now all those times antoine asked you about your friends at east high are coming back in flashes.......... and you’re starting to see that maybe lily holds more power than you thought, and that this new director, zack roy, is strangely competitive about this whole thing.....

it’s fine, though, when you’re asked. the change in production is all well and good. you have plenty of amazing ideas for this show, too!

— problem is............ you only had them because you’d already been brainstorming for months to help out your friends over at east high. who..... kinda have the exact same show as you, and who kinda are also competing at the menkies.

— sure, a lot of your ideas for east high couldn’t be used anyway because of budget restraints, and now that you have the cold, hard cash of north high, you can truly kick things out of the ballpark, but it’s not as fun as it once was, with lily breathing down your neck, and now you know you can’t play both sides.

you have to tell ashlyn you can’t help east high. it feels like a gut punch when ashlyn says it’s fine, and you can hear the underlying suspicion in her voice, and can feel a simmer of animosity.

— and now it’s settled. you hate lily. for driving a wedge between you and your best friend. for having duped you for so long. for being so oddly attached to this stupid competition.

— and what hurts is that antoine’s a part of that.

it was him who had been spying on you in the first place, after all. there was no way he was innocent in all of it - the only other person he seemed to spend time with was lily, and they were so close, there was no way he wasn’t aware.

— besides, part of you was recontextualizing everything, and coming to the conclusion that he wasn’t awkward at all - he was just a really bad liar.

(and, in turn, you were an idiot for having ever trusted him in the first place.)

— and after that, things are tense. i mean, working on the project of your dreams isn’t exactly 100% enjoyable when you can’t share it with the people you love, and lily hovers over your shoulder like she’s trying to steal your identity...

and what’s worse is when antoine tries to play the fool and pretend like he has no idea why you would be upset with him. 

you have to spell it out for him, one day, when he won’t even give you the decency of leaving you alone.

>> “you betrayed me, antoine! i thought we were friends, but you were just using me so that lily could ruin east high’s production. you pretended to enjoy spending time with me when you were really just trying to figure out secrets about east high and ways to weaken their show. you’re a liar and a thief, and all you’ve ever done is waste my time.”

(and he seems hurt at that, but you tell yourself “good. he should be.” but it doesn’t ever settle in your throat the way it should.)

— and over at east high, things aren’t much better, with all of your designs being scrutinize. because what if (y/n) has been in league with lily this whole time? i mean, who else would have told them we were doing beauty and the beast?

— and things don’t slow down from there.

east high’s beast mask goes missing........... antoine is suddenly hitting on ashlyn, which looks like your doing, despite you having no hand in whatever scheme lily is concocting......... ashlyn looks upset that you seemingly undersold your ideas for beauty and the beast because of the sheer level of glamour that north high’s budget allows for, and.........

oh. you’re going to kill lily.

— and neither of you like to beat around the bush.

>> “i know you’re helping east high with their two-bit production.” lily accosts you one day after school, and it leaves you reeling. “would you mind if i told our director? we don’t take kindly to traitors around here.”

>> and you are tired of this nonsense, really. “i’ve been here at north high longer than you, lily, so don’t tell me what we do ‘around here’. as far as the supporting cast and crew are aware, you’re the stranger. and we take care of our own.”

>>  but she just smiles. “like how you take care of east high?”

>> “like how i’ve designed and built this set from nothing, while you’ve messed with our competitors almost to the point of disqualification from the menkies.”

>> and lily didn’t have much to say to that, which you quite liked. you were appreciative at least. all of her scheming was giving you a headache.

>> “oh, and you can stop having antoine pretend to be my friend so he can spy on me. that’s low - even for you.”

(and lily blinks, but then has a self-satisfied smiled at that, and it almost makes you question your resolve. why would she find it all funny?)

— after that, there’s a lot of petty business that you do your best to dodge.

you were right about the cast and crew being mostly on your side - in favor of an honest competition for the menkies. 

— lily tries some crazy schemes, like stealing the designs for one of their castle platforms. she was going to have you or other crew members make a copy and write in bad measurements so the whole thing would fall apart, and it would be too expensive for east high to fix or replace, but no one had her back - not even antoine.

at some point, there’s a big rift in the north high theatre department, and it’s almost like you’re working against each other? things aren’t going anywhere, and zack roy has to step in because it doesn’t matter how much money you have - to have a show, you need a functioning cast and crew.

— and thus, the north high drama club goes on a vacation/team building retreat to new york city.

you honestly thought it was going to be a trip from hell, and you were not excited to go.

— neither was howie, really. the two of you were hanging out a lot recently, but sometimes it felt like you were both waiting for someone else to say something - like you were waiting for someone who wasn’t there.

(you both knew who it was, but neither of you were going to say anything.)

— but of course, what would a team building retreat be, without the team building exercises?

everyone was put in groups of three - teams, if you will - and each team was given a list of things they had to do each day (few of which were actually theatre themed, you’re docking 2 points for unoriginality, zack roy), and whoever survived at the end had the grand prize of........ zero dollars, but many satisfactions.

— so of course, the teams are a mixture of the factions of the north high theatre department, and lo and behold,,,,,,,, antoine is on your team.

(y’know, the one person you’d been trying to avoid)

— but what else could you do? the one to assign the teams had been zack, and he said no changes could be made. plus, he and lily had made themselves surprisingly scarce upon arrival........

— the first day of the retreat, you both had too-wounded-prides to even acknowledge the other. you did the trivia game without the other, and howie (the third leg of your team) was doing olympic level gymnastics so you could actually finish the game.

— and then, the next day on the scavenger hunt, you and antoine argued so much that neither howie nor you knew what antoine was saying half the time, seeing as it was in rapid french, but hey! at least you were actually speaking. 

howie did so much of the leg work during that challenge, too... so you and antoine both agreed that he deserved something nice to eat. as a treat <3.

>> “the two of you agreeing for once is all the niceness i need.”

— and the next day, you had to do this really crazy escape room with a really scary theme (like,,,,, breaking out of a serial killer’s house or something), and honestly, you should probably sue zack roy for psychological damage, given the amount of near-heart attacks you faced.

howie tapped out in the first 15 minutes because the jumpscares and the ticking clock were not for him.

(and, good for him, good for him. this man deserves a spa day.)

and, being completely honest, you were trying to do your absolute best, but you were also lowkey spinning out once howie left, and you were really bad at figuring out the different clues, and everything was going downhill very fast, but then???? antoine takes your hands very gently and calms you down??? and then he starts to solve these riddles like nobody’s business??? he tells you to not worry about the ticking clock, and he hums softly over the ominous music, and he gets you through the escape room with time to spare.

— he was better at the number riddles than the word play, so sometimes he’d be like ???? what does this mean ??? and then you’d have to explain the play on words, but for the most part, antoine killed this exercise, while meanwhile howie is watching tiktoks in the lobby.

(later, you tell him how much of a traitor he was, leaving you alone with antoine your beloathed, but howie is like,,,,, “yeah, no. i saw you and antoine in there. he’s far from your beloathed.”)

— and later that night, your group played two truths and a lie over a midnight snack, and you found out some very amusing things about your friends.

antoine actually knows a handful of languages! french, hebrew, german, english - he’s even trying to learn spanish on duolingo. (although, his 2 day streak is hurting) but he also had to admit that he knows klingon, and you don’t know which one was more funny - the fact that he had been teaching lily words in klingon under the guise of it being “french” or that he’s a trekkie, sdfghjkjhgfdsdfgh

howie is actually really into fantasy books - the wheel of time, a song of ice and fire, the witcher saga, earthsea, lord of the rings,,,,,, he has racked up a lot of reading time over the years, and he admitted 100% to spending weekends in his bedroom making theories on subreddits (did he start the ‘ned stark is a pigeon’ theory? who knows)

you spilled about your undying love for cats the musical, and antoine actually indulged you in a condensed 30 minute version of your 250 paragraph essay as to why cats is actually a functionally strange but delightful musical, and why it could never work as an adaptation, and all of the missteps that the film took to create it’s utter dumpster fire. (wherein you also had to admit having seen the movie when it first came out,,,,)

— and you were having so much fun and telling so many secrets, and you let all felt so comfortable, that it comes out, then,,,,,,,,,, the secret that you had been wondering about but hadn’t wanted to wonder,,,,,,

antoine hadn’t been lying to you the whole time you were friends. in truth, he had never spied on you at all, although lily had gleaned information out of him on accident. he didn’t even realize he was being used until it was too late, and by then, he had already gotten in too deep with north high’s corrupt leadership that he was faced with a choice - stay at north high and be hated by you, or be kicked out of the musical and sent all the way back to france.

— in the end, he made his choice and, and yes, tried to get between ashlyn and big red for lily’s sake, but it was never because he didn’t respect you or east high, but because he had already come so far, and wouldn’t be sent packing.

(the blind ambition of zack roy truly knows no bounds...)

— and at that moment, you were still too proud to apologize for the way you’d raked him over the coals, and the way you coldly shut him out, but early next morning, you catch him while the rest of the world is still drowsy, and you apologize for everything you were.

>> “it is alright, (y/n). i wouldn’t have trusted me either.”

>> “but it’s not. i shouldn’t have let lily come between us. especially when i knew you as well as i did. you’re a good person, antoine. i shouldn’t have second guessed that.”

>> “perhaps not... but then this trip wouldn’t be so fun, yes?”

 and you just laugh, because of course antoine would find the good in this, right? that’s what you had liked about him so much in the first place, and you missed it.

the two of you are smiling like dorks when howie finally meets up with you both for your next team bonding challenge, and you just knew that this one would be the easiest challenge yet.

(because ~you’re all in this together~)

— it’s only that night that you see what lily and (presumably) zack roy had been doing all break. a stupid, antagonistic instagram video? could they get more cliche?

don’t worry - they’re forced to take it down, once school starts back up again - and honestly, it does more harm than good, because the judges for the menkies care about sportsmanship, and north high has been docked so. many. points.

that’s why it’s my headcanon that north high actually loses, and some other drama department gets the honor.

— okay, but here’s where things perhaps become a little..... fun.

— because, certainly, you and antoine can’t come back from the trip as thick as thieves. it would only toss suspicion antoine’s way, and you know lily would be all over that in a heartbeat.

so instead, you pretend to still be rivals during the school day, when lily is around, but then hang out with each other after school and on the weekends. 

— discreetly, of course. you don’t want lily thinking anything is fishy

— so during rehearsals for the musical, the two of you argue or give each other the cold shoulder. antoine gets away with a lot of “angry” mutterings at you in a different language, which are actually just endearments. you keep up the ruse of “hating each other during the day

.... and then, on your phones, your sending each other cute text messages about funny jokes you heard, or something you want to do later on.

(howie gags at the amount of 😊 emojis antoine uses.)

(as though he isn’t just as bad with this emoji: 🥺  when texting kourtney.... what a clown)

— and after school, you guys have to find a different hang out other than slices, so you often hit up different tea/coffee shops, or try out new diners. you do homework together, or you practice lines, or you just decompress from all of the lily that you have to deal with.

— one time, you guys were at the public library, and you saw lily walk in. you both ran to hide yourselves amongst the shelves, but lily headed to the section you were taking refuge in, and so you guys had to circle around lily, hiding from her in plain sight, and giggling as you tripped over each other’s feet.

at one point, you nearly turned a corner right as lily flipped around, so antoine grabbed your hand and yanked you backwards... right into his arms. he apologized profusely at that and wouldn’t stop for the next hour and a half, but you said it was fine, and eventually admitted to enjoying it, and that only made him blush. just a little, but just enough to notice.

(why you guys didn’t just split up when lily first walked in, you’ll never know. but maybe neither of you wanted the adventure to end.)

— your secret rendezvous become increasingly clandestine over time, and with every outing and every text, you learn more about antoine and smile more at his antics, and find yourself waiting for the next time you can spend time together.

— and one of your favorite pastimes, you quickly learn, is finding ways to make antoine blush.

because, for the most part, he’s hard to crack.

— antoine is not easily fazed, and most everything he can play off with a sheepish laugh, but you notice (y’know, as friends do) that leaning in and admitting to finding him good looking or particularly clever is, 9 times out of 10, a surefire way to get him to blush.

and he’s so dorky about it, too - hiding his face so you can’t see how his nose gets all red, stuttering out a compliment for you, too. one that he doesn’t seem to quite have all the words for, yet, but knows the inkling of - like he’s looked up the way to say it before and repeated it over in his mind, but the words just can’t quite seem to come, now that he’s in front of you.

— and one time, when you were sitting on the bus with your knees touching, and you whispered some compliment that sent him reeling, you laughed so hard, antoine didn’t try to hide his blushing face, because he was too entranced by your smile. 

>> “you’re cute,” you finally settled on saying, when the laughter was dying on your lips.

>> “but you are the most captivating person in the world.”

(and you don’t know what to do with that, so you just look down at the floor while your cheeks warm, and he marvels at you. his knuckles brush against yours the rest of the bus ride, and if he mutters something soft in another language you don’t speak, well, you savor the intonation of his words and play them over and over in your mind until you make sense of what they mean by the feeling of them only.)

— and a favorite pastime of atoines, you learned, is web weaving (y’know, cherry picking quotes or paintings or song lyrics that carry the same vibe).

(it goes hand in hand with the creativity and ingenuity he uses to ~occasionally dj~ and is also something incredibly sappy that fits him.)

you follow him on social media, so you see a lot of it, there, but he’ll also slip you snippets of poetry in your school bag or your textbooks, when no one is looking.

— it’s sweet, and it’s him, but it also can’t be traced to anyone, seeing as it’s not original work, and no one sees who put it there in the first place.

— eventually - and especially during tech week - antoine starts to slip you song lyrics or poetry that he’s written himself. he’s too shy to text it to you or present it to you himself, but you always tell him directly what you think.

he’s bashful, and you’re emphatic, and howie is bashing his head in the wall, wondering when you two are going to get together, ffs.

— and eventually, the day after your opening night, and everyone went to get pizza, you and antoine just got off the the bus that you took home (he insisted on accompanying you, even though he lives in the opposite direction), and he confesses to you.

you’re still at the bus stop. the night is warm and dark, and all the colors of the passing cars and neon building signs are reflecting in your eyes. the world is quiet and drowsy around you, and the world is close enough to touch. and when he confesses, really, it just slips out.

(he doesn’t try to take it back, though this wasn’t the moment he’d imagined, because he means it too much to pretend he doesn’t.)

and you kiss him right there, because you’d been waiting to do it for a while, and nothing would get sweeter than this.

— he walks you home, hand-in-hand, and he kisses you quickly on the cheek when it’s time to leave.

>> “i’ll see you tomorrow,” you say, because all else is hazy stardust in your mind.

>> “before then,” antoine says with a smile, “meet me in your dreams.”

— and that same night, you get a call from ashlyn, apologizing for what happened during the school year. she promises to tell you in person come morning, but she just had to get it off of her chest, now. you tell her you’ll meet her, and you mean it.

— and perhaps things are starting to look up...

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

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