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Endless List of Platonic Relationships That I Love - Carlos Rodriguez and Ricky Bowen
"Look, Ricky, I know at school you always somehow fall backwards into a lead role, but you can't just Zefron your way through auditions this time."
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⌠i still want ej and ricky to kiss âŚ
Ashlyn and Maddox you will ALWAYS be FAMOUS
Finally ~ Ricky Bowen X Reader
Summary: Y/n is trying to lose her V card, trying to find the right guys and all. Ricky has been in love with Y/n for a long time. Y/n tries to get with a guy, which fails miserably. Then, Ricky and Y/n meet, and things get heated.
Pairing: Ricky Bowen X fem reader. (Change if u want)
Warnings: Strong language, inappropriate touching, and smut.
Tags: None, I ain't popular, but lmk if u wanna be added.
Notes: K, so, I actually wrote this whole chapter, and Tumblr deleted it. Now I have to rewrite it. Like wtf?
Gina deserves to be with the person she wants to be with not settle with some guy because heâs being nice to her. âI ship Ricky with therapy, Ricky doesnât deserve Gina, Ricky treated Gina badlyâ... Ok and??? These are fictional characters and thereâs nothing good writing cannot fix. Ricky and Gina belong together and nothing will ever change that.
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if i showed up at your doorstep
a rina oneshot for @its-musical-dinosaurâ, merry christmas!
PART1/ It was supposed to be simple. Ricky x Reader (HSMTM)
Hello everyone, Iâve been trying really hard to write lately, and it has been very complicated. I think you all understand, when everything is not ok in someoneâs life, that someone kind of loses it.
But I decided to fight that, I least trying !
I discovered the series High School Musical the Musical and even though Iâm 24 and supposed to be over this kind of drama, IâM CLEARLY NOT.
Synopsis : Reader is a student, sheâs not technically involved in the Musical like everyone else, but she helps with costumes making and set management. Ricky gets to know her and even though he really wants to get Nini back and has a whole plan for it, life decides to mess with him, and he gets involved in a new sentimental obsession.
Warnings : none. Probably not my best writing, please be kind to me.. Just a lot of fluff and teenage drama ! Enjoy <3
Tell me if you want this to carry on ! Iâll be glad to write a part 2 if you like it :)
RICKY POV/
Here he was, playing Troy Bolton in this Musical. He would never have done it if it wasnât for Nini.
He understood her, understood her pain, understood why she chose that stupid E.J. But he was not going to abandon. It was not because he didnât reply that he didnât mean it.Â
So he enroled (quite amazingly by the way) in this musical. He was dancing, singing, acting.. He never thought it could actually be this fun and exhausting. He seemed to be reaching Niniâs heart more and more each day, as she was also realising that EJ was not as perfect as he pretended to be.
But something was about to mess up all his plans.
READER POV/
The school was all about that Musical. It seemed as if every other activity and class was less important and didnât deserve that much attention. Y/N was not a singer, not a dancer. She didnât play any instrument, she didnât like to be under the spotlights.
She was all about reading, writing and creating. So when the art class shut down for âfund purposesâ (basically meaning this musical was costing the school too much), she had to find another way to create.Â
So she went for it. Asked Miss Jenn if she needed someone for her costumes and decor management, and simply started to work on the set. She wasnât the only one working on costumes and on stage management, but she clearly was the best of the team.
And it was appreciated.
After just a few weeks, she was named âstage and costume directorâ, whatever that means. Even though she was pretending she didnât care, it sort of made her feel validated, and allowed her to create as much as she wanted to, which was pretty amazing.Â
RICKY POV/
It was one of these days.
Everything seemed to fall apart. His parents were ending their relationship, his mom would probably leave for a long time, Nini still supported EJ even though he was making mistakes for which she would have dumped him..
He felt like everything he was doing was not good enough and it was hard to deal with. He was not usually shy with his feelings, but this time he didnât feel like sharing. So he stayed late, very late, at school, and waited for everyone to leave stage to show up.
He was sure no one was there, so he let his emotions speak and just let it out. He started by talking to himself, making moves and being loud. He was talking about his family, his fear of being abandonned, his fear of never being loved again, the pain of knowing he lost Nini because he didnât deserve her back there, the impression that EJ was a better man than he was.. he could go for hours.
And then he started singing.
A couple sentences from numerous songs. Songs about love, songs about pain, songs about courage. He closed his eyes and sang his heart out. It was beautiful, strong, sincere. It would have tear anyoneâs heart.
And it did.
READER POV/
Y/N was staying late, as usual. She had a special authorisation from Miss Jenn and the Dean to stay extra hours backstage, working of costumes or just on personnal projects.
At school at least, she didnât have to deal with noise, with family issues of with anything that could poison her creativity.
She was painting when she heard a noise.
Startled, she sort of went in panic mode, imagining a hundred scenarios in which she would get in troubles. She walked smoothly to the stage entrance and remained out of sight while looking at the boy who played Troy basically loosing his mind on stage.
She could have told him that he was not alone, she was actually about to signal her presence out of respect for what he was revealing, when he started singing.
It made Y/N go numb, as if she left her body and could feel her soul burning of compassion. His voice was everything, his face was everything.
She didnât realise, but she was crying silently.
After a couple minutes, she realised she was actually holding her breath. She breathed heavily and stumbled, making Ricky realise he was not alone at all.
The boy jumped and fell down, hurting himself quite badly.
Y/N came rushing at him, feeling terribly sorry for what happened.
RICKY POV/
- Man ! Couldnât you say you were here?!
Ricky was flaming red, embarrassed that someone heard everything. He looked at this girlâs face and it honestly took him a few seconds to remember who she was. Yes, she was on stage pretty much each day, but at some point he got so obsessed with the Musical and Nini that he completly forgot about the environment he was evolving in.
She was pretty, her Y/E/C eyes looking terrified and guilty, and it seemed as she cried recently, her eyes a bit red.
He stood up and winced, lifting his shirt a bit to realise he was going to get bruses all over his chest and stomach.
- Iâm so sorry, I really didnât mean to interrupt or even listen. Seriously, I was going to tell you, iâm not a creep. Well, not that kind at least..
- Yeah? You were going to? Seems like you had plenty of time.
He sighed and headed backstage to inspect his clothes and body in the miror, assessing at bad it was.
Y/N followed, staying a few meters away to give him some space. She didnât say anything, feeling guilty enough.
Ricky took his shirt out completly, looking at his body. Y/N could tell he was contracting a bit his abs and arms and let out a silent laugh. She observed for a couple minutes and finally talked.
- You riped your shirt a bit.
Ricky turned, facing her, looking anoyed, and lifted his arms.
- No joke ! Whoâs falt is it?
- Youâre the one who fell dude.
He opened his mouth to answer right back but her cheekiness cheered him a bit, and he simply nodded his head.
- Yeah, Iâll blame gravity next time I see her. A real troublemaker that one.
He looked at his shirt and sighed. He didnât know anything about sewing and his mom would probably have other things to do. Too bad, it was his favorite old school shirt.
Y/N stretched her hand toward him and he gave her his shirt. Still shirtless, he looked as she sat down where it seemed like she was staying most of the time, in a corner with painting all over, needles and fabric. She grabed one needle, easily got the thread in and started sewing, with a hand technique that showed how used to it she was.
He looked around, noticing one painting that seemed to still be in progress. He got closer, reaching his hand to it.
- Donât ! Itâs wet, I was on it when I heard you.
He turned around, looking at her in another way. She was pretty impressive, painting stuff, sewing shirts and managing a stage so well people didnât even realised she was here.
- Thatâs sick.
He said with a smile.
She looked back at him and nodded, smiling at him too.
- Thanks. I usually plan what Iâm going to do but this one.. it just came to me.
He looked closer, noticing a female silouette, somehow looking cut in some parts. Not cut as stabbed, but cut as split in different sections.
- What do you think it is?
Y/N said while carrying on her sewing. She acted as she was not looking at him, but each time he got his attention back at the painting, she would look at him, trying to anticipate his reactions.
- Hum.. Itâs a.. itâs a woman? Right?
He would turn to her, as if he was looking for her validation for each word he said. She simply nodded, encouraging him to carry on.
- Itâs a woman, and this woman is split. She.. Maybe because she went through a lot, maybe the different sections represent different emotions? Different moments of her life?
He remained silent for a second and looked with intensity at the painting. His eyebrows frown and he suddently looked sad.
- Maybe because she canât be whole again. She has to be split. She has to try to deal with these conflicting emotions, these ups and downs. Maybe people tell her she should be grateful, and happy, and she should move on. But she canât, because life cut her in several pieces.
And a tear rolled down his cheek.
Y/N stood up, mooving carefully toward him, and put a gentle hand on his (still naked) shoulder. She could feel him shaking a bit, deeply moved by what he felt from the painting.Â
- Ricky.. itâs ok.
He turned, facing her, his eyes still filled with tears. He didnât quite knew why, but he didnât feel like looking anything but himself with her. After all, she knew how he was feeling, she heard what he said, and she felt what he felt.
The way she was looking at him.. Conforting, warm, yet terrifying. She understood.
He put his hand on hers, squeezing it as if it would make him feel better. He was here, facing her, hand on hand, eyes to eyes.
Suddenly, the speaker went on, the voice of a security guy telling âMiss Y/N, time to close the school. Sorryâ
This sort of broke the moment. They broke the physical contact and she gave him his shirt back. They both gathered their stuff and silently headed to the front door, thanking the security guard for his patience.
They smiled at each other and Ricky waved goodbye, whatching as she was quitely leaving of her bike.
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