#congratulations now WE are uncool

[aboxthecolourofheartache]

On occasion, I will see a post bewailing infighting between millennials and gen z, both sides acting as if generational resentment is a novel concept. Folks, I have old news for you about the scandalous misuse of the backseats of Model-Ts. And flappers. And beatniks. And hippies. And disco. And punks. And grunge. And--

[norris55s]

just friends - pato o'ward

sister’s best friend!reader x pato o’ward social media au

a/n: it’s a sister’s best friend to best friends to lovers brain rot. i also needed something to soothe my heart after that last lap on the indy500. i also love pato with all my heart. fc is olivia rodrigo!

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y/ninstagram

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y/ninstagram: the bff + the princess and the prince at their wedding + the bitch ass brother

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elbaoward: love you soooo much 🤍🤍🤍

y/ninstagram: i love u more 4eva, don’t care if ur married ur my wifey above all🤍

elbaoward: wifeys 4eva

patriciooward: I’m the cool brother

y/ninstagram: uncool*

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patriciooward

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patriciooward: Woke up with a new brother today. Congratulations to the love birds. 🤍 Also pictured y/ninstagram waking up with a hangover. ☕️

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y/ninstagram: delete

patriciooward: But you look like a ray of sunshine

elbaoward: thank you always baby brother🤍 you look like you had a goood time lol

user46: ayo who is y/n i’m new here

user67: okay I love y/n lore, she is an influencer/model type of deal and she is pato’s sister’s bestie since forever ago and she and pato get along really well, they’re seen together a lot when elba attends races with her. it’s an ongoing joke in the fandom that pato has the biggest crush on her, which has never been denied nor confirmed lol but they’ve never posted each other on their feeds before so the rumors are rumoring

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patriciooward: Pre-Season recharging with some sea salt. Also pictured y/ninstagram on the phone with God. 🌊🍌

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y/ninstagram: posting bad pictures of me is becoming a thing i see

patriciooward: Technically, you started it

user74: now what is going on why are they vacationing together

user82: y/n said on her tiktok live that they’re with a bunch of other friends so there’s that

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patriciooward

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patriciooward: Good season start 😊 Also pictured y/ninstagram side eying me when I asked if I could try her ramen 🍜

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y/ninstagram: you don’t just ask a girl to have her ramen, even if you got a podium

user13: anyone else noticing how they’re becoming super close after elba’s wedding

user82: I think everyone is noticing alright… elba isn’t even there

user26: they’re so dating

user98: i thought the same thing but literally every interview today was dedicated to pato saying they’re just friends

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y/ninstagram: it’s rawe ceek + pato’s lil hat

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elbaoward: why are you replacing me with another o’ward?

patriciooward: Sorry, she’s my best friend now. You have a whole ass husband

y/ninstagram: u could never be replaced bby girl 😽😽😽

patriciooward: Wow

user82: are we seeing this fam

user23: maybe the best friend gate is all part of pato’s plan to get the girl

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patriciooward

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patriciooward: Did the best we could on that race considering the circumstances 🤪 Also pictured y/ninstagram’s sushi eyes 🍱

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y/ninstagram: maybe u didnt win on track but you won best sushi recommendation

user83: they’re so sus but they also don’t even touch when they’re in public… perhaps they are just best friends

user53: who needs touching when pato looks at her like she put the stars up in the sky

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patriciooward: F1 testing done right 🥹 Also pictured y/ninstagram’s face when I got in the car 🧡

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user24: are we still pretending we believe the best friends bullshit

y/ninstagram: this is so crazy to me because i’m honestly here for a shot with lando norris

landonorris: message received 🫡

patriciooward: Mate 😂

user27: that’s the most threatening laugh emoji i have ever seen

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y/ninstagram: it’s indy 500 time + elba being pretty + pato eating something he definitely shouldn’t be eating

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elbaoward: the support system is in need of support

y/ninstagram: we are doing great! (we are crying)

user45: how are we feeling watching the race personally I want to throw up

y/ninstagram: im fine! (i have blacked out multiple times)

user36: oh man… im so glad she’s there after that final lap heartbreak

user26: please give pato our love ❤️ he gave it all

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patriciooward

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patriciooward: I woke up with a big smile on my face today, feeling very loved by all of you. Wouldn’t change a thing about my journey so far, I know it will be so special the day my name is written among the stars and I get to experience the magic everyone talks about. Excited for the rest of the season, wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else arrowmclaren 🧡 #indy500

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y/ninstagram: you inspire me every single day. your time will come and it’ll be epic. 🧡

elbaoward: you are a force of nature and the sun ☀️

user83: im sorry i really want to comment about the race and compliment pato but are we just going to ignore the last picture of him and y/n holding hands

user53: are we going to ignore their hug on national tv i really felt like i was interrupting

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y/ninstagram: lover boy + lover boy + lover boy. you’re amazing. 🧡

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patriciooward: 🧡

elbaoward: been a long time coming 🥰

landonorris: 😔

landonorris: jk ive been in on pato’s crush all along

y/ninstagram: 💀

user94: WAR IS OVER

user52: not the hard launch

user85: at least tell us how it happened after friend zoning each other for months

y/nusername: comfort after a heartbreak go crazy

patriciooward: You’re a natural romantic

[opttagoyeo]

cause loving you had consequences || naruhina angsty transmigration au

- What if Hinata died in the war? What if Neji was alive instead of her? And Naruto will be a seventh hokage living is his house all alone

After his almost 2-weeks overwork on his office, Naruto have decided to go straight home that night. He congratulated Shikamaru, from all those sleepless nights they have to endured for weeks since there's so many appointments, workload and papers to work on at the time but now— it's a free time that he want to enjoy alone in the comfort of his home. His so called home full of nothingness.

***

" Too late to regret, too early to forget "

The woman before him emits a mature vibe. Shyness and stuttering now all gone, and what welcomes Naruto is full of elegance and warm. What he knows of Hinata were only from the Fourth Great Ninja War, so seeing her in this form was odd to see ; let alone be seen by him— her killer.

The indigo haired lady frowned, confusion written on her face, "Welcome home, Naruto-kun?" she still greeted even with the odd that her husband was too early to arrive from his mission.

He gulped, his lips dry and no voice coming out for him to greet the woman naturally. It's been so long since he have seen her, so so long that he scans her fully before he smiled warily..almost like a pained smile. "H-hey" his croaked voice visible. Shit. It was uncool of him as the older here, but what can he do!? He was infront of his dead friend— who died confessing her genuine love to her.

It took him years— years! Years to fully understand what love did Hinata gave to him, those little glances, the way she blushes and stutters whenever she's infront of him, or those efforts the girl always take for him that he just sees as an act of kindness back then.

Prompt:

7th Hokage naruto where he never married hinata bacause she died in the war, naruto after weeks of leaving on his office now went home with his empty house not until he was transmigrated to a timeline where hinata was married with him and now they're both put in an awkward situation. Naruto-kun of that timeline was away from a week, having a high rank mission given by the 6th hokage.

How will Naruto adjust to this new life with Hinata? Full of regrets, pain of reality, angst, drama, im in pain and you should be too, pain is real, im crying so do you, we should be in pain together.

This is an unedited note and naruhina drabble I have last year ago, which is specifically made on november 25. Let me know what you think?

[unhingedlesbear]

Congratulations to team climbing class. I never even was much of a climbing class fan by any means but now It means something so I must appreciate it. Glad it sweeped that other ship that alongside other issues, also supports Max erasure which is just really uncool guys :(((

why are we erasing this silly guy

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

I was going to make some sort of humorous joke about "Mondays". Perhaps one including that orange Purugly.

However, time has flown us by, and our guest was a bit busy with his work, so now it is Tuesday!

But it is still time for the:

Clive Update!

Brought to you by the Naranja-Uva Berry Collective! Feeling "Enigma"tic? Come Na"nab" some berries in the campus greenhouse and become a "Starf" of healthy eating today!

Today's Pride Feature is one who I have seen plenty of enthusiasm about online! ...Perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. You really all ought to show a bit more respect in how you talk about this man, by the Treasures.

But that aside, today's guest is the Sub-zero Shredder himself, Gym Leader Grusha!

...So people still call me that, huh? Say, Clive, do you even know what "shredder" means? Hey, I'm not the one being interviewed here! Of course I know what it means to "shred". You, um... uh... it's got something to do with shredded ice, I'm sure. Mmhm. No looking at your phone, I see that. Don't think I won't bring you crashing down with me. SO, um, of course, shredding... I'm explaining this for the kids who aren't cool enough to get this, of course, it's... uh... when you snowboard so well... you, uh... you blow past everyone else... um... Ugh, nevermind, that's plenty. So uncool... how about we just get started already. What does pride mean to me, right? It's on the tip of my tongue... When you blow the competition... Pffh... Past. You mean... Whatever, I'm just answering the question. Pride, to me, is pressing forward. Even when the path you were on suddenly becomes irreversibly changed, finding a way to keep going. Because you know that you are worth the effort. Even though you're terrified of losing more than you've already lost to the swirling storms. Ahem. You've certainly had to rebuild a lot for yourself over the years. And yet, you've done well at it. You have a reputation as the strongest Gym Leader here in Paldea, and one of the most well-loved for your... "androgynous swag"? I suppose... but I can't let that get to my head. I can't let myself get swept up again, like I did that day. But I am glad that my presentation resonates with so many people. Just because I chose to live my life as a man doesn't mean I need to look a certain way. I can be pretty and be a man. And I think I like what I've got going... even if I lost a few ties along the way. So I'm glad that people can at least... see themselves in me. Men, women, people off the gender binary... Their enthusiasm reminds me of how I used to be. Ah! I have found it! "Shredding" refers to snowboarding on difficult or challenging terrain! Congratulations. I'm so happy for you. Anyways, thanks for the interview. See you some other time, "cool kid".

[doctorwyvern]

You're a firefighter? What's it like?

this has been in my ask box for almost a year now oops

this is going to be quite the ramble.

being a firefighter (especially where i live in conservative rural pennsylvania) is interesting

i’m a young firefighter, still a junior and still learning. it’s real tough being the only (CLOSETED) queer +trans +disabled person in the whole department.. despite my disability i still go on fire calls (though now i go on the less interesting and intense ones)

here’s some stories from my years

i remember my first ever call so clearly, everyone was so mad, it was chaos, it was pitch black, and there was a whole group of girls who were giggling and laughing (they had been in the crash but were uninjured) i was giving them candy out of my pockets- but on the other side of the road the drunk man who hit them was holding back tears and asking if everyone was alright and that he was so very sorry (no one was critically injured)

a local restaurant burned to the ground, and this place was a huge castle themed restaurant which was a real fuckin doozy and a pain in the ass. but everyone loved that place, including my nana. the coolers were still intact when the fire was out and we saved so much food from the place, and so much booze (god like whole kegs just spewing everywhere ; so gross). we managed to save a tin knight statue from the building before we had to tear it down. the owner told us to keep it. we were there until late and an old woman who lived across the street sheltered us in her garage and made us coffee and pancakes. my musical director at school told me that musical was more important than “whatever (i) do on my weekends” i rolled almost 900 feet of 5inch hose that day. i ached for weeks. (still proud of that)

i remember the screams of a family begging for us to look for their father in the building. the guy they were looking for was actually right across the street and wasn’t ever in the building. the sisters held each other and cried on the side of the road while their brothers pulled what belongings they could out of the (extinguished) building. it was easter and the whole family was wearing white. those brothers took like 3 rifles just from their living room and the big deer head they had mounted on the wall. i saw it all while i was packing hose on the roof of the truck. shit was crazy

putting some facts and the more heavy stuff under the cut

winter of last year i saw my first death. no one knew what happened until we got there. he had been sitting there for hours over the bank near a youth camp. he was driving home from the grocery store, with soup for his wife. i watched the coroner (in all her cheerfulness ) zip up his body bag. i haven’t told anyone about this but my parents. i was congratulated as the toughest guy in the station by the other juniors for not even frowning. that man was in his 20s. i still remember his face. i had geometry homework due the next day.

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this got way darker than i wanted it to but that’s the job. I wanted to help people just like my father, and his dad before him (and practically my whole family)

support your local fire department. the only good cop is a fire marshal!

Volunteers comprise 65% of firefighters in the United States. Of the total estimated 1,041,200 firefighters across the country, 676,900 are volunteer.

85% of fire departments are volunteer or mostly volunteer and protect approximately one third of the population. That’s 18,873 stations out of the 29,452 nationwide.

the leading causes of death amongst firefighters is cancer, heart disease, and stress. Outside of the department however, firefighters are more often taken by suicide. a total of 48 deaths were from accidents on scene last year. however in 2022, 100-200 deaths were from suicide. 1. 2 3

remember clean gear is safe gear. dirty gear is UNCOOL

Please volunteer or donate to your local fire company today. every bit of help counts.

[mainstoryarchive]

Kingdom - 73: Revolution

Hinata: Uwaa, you seriously won?

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Auditorium

Hinata: Uwaa, you seriously won?

Congratulations, transfer student-san! Aahhh, how enviable, I'm jealous! It's a good thing you won, be sure to thank us properly for going along with you one day ♪

Rei: …*Sigh* As expected, that was nerve-wracking. I was fearful until the very end.

You are still lacking. It was a victory as if walking on thin ice, however a win is a win ♪

Congratulations.

And thank you, my wish that the clock of this school would move again has been granted. There isn't anything that would make me happier, kukuku ☆

Nazuna: It feels as if we have already reached the end, but! The winning unit will perform one last song as the encore as per the regulations!

Everyone from Trickstar! Go ahead!

Everyone in the audience as well, please all stay where you are! Let's get drunk on their performance as we celebrate their victory!

It's the start of the banquet! Hey, everyone from Ra*bits, come up the stage as well! Let's perform as backup dancers!

Let's spend this time dancing, what a joyous occasion ☆ Thank god, we're gonna be sharing in this joy ♪

Rei: You're right. UNDEAD too, ascend this stage! Yuta-kun as well, come on over! It's the victory we grasped together, we should celebrate with everyone ♪

Keito: … …

Rei: Hey there, Hasumi-kun. Where are you going? Being defeated by their juniors is the honor of their senior… Let us celebrate together, or would saying that be too harsh?

I won't sympathize with you but it will surely be hard on you from here on out ♪

Keito: That's what I want to say.

Be merry for today, get drunk on the glory of this banquet.

…Whatever else I say will just be taken as the wails of the loser. The defeated will just get off the stage.

I will not forget this humiliation.

Subaru: Byebye ☆ Alright, we won, we've won!

Hokuto: I can't believe it. It's as if I'm dreaming… Now, after all this time, I'm beginning to tremble.

Mao: Walk properly, Hokuto. Do you want me to hold you up?

You sure are lacking in the important parts. Walk properly, this isn't the path to the gallows, it's the path that leads to the throne. We've won.

Even though we won, it would be uncool to blunder at the encore performance. We're going to fulfill our duty as idols until the end.

Makoto: Um, um? To be honest we haven't thought at all about what we should do if we'd win, I didn't even know we had to sing one more song. Which song should we sing?

Hokuto: You're right. Let's sing our new song. It has highlights for all of us. The lyrics… the melody expresses our feelings right here and now the best.

Let's shine. With that song that is so very like us. Transfer student, don't get off the stage just yet either, okay?

I want you to smile at the center of this brilliance.

Subaru: Well, then let's go! Thank you for the encore! Thank you for voting for us! Thank you for celebrating with us!

No matter how much we thank you, it isn't enough!

Your smiles, your cheers showed us our path!

We'll sing this with all our feelings of gratitude, ONLY YOUR STARS!

With your cheers and our singing voices, let's fill this world with radiance!

Really, thank you for today! Every single one of you, we love you ♪

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[skullkxd]

@emmetrain said: "REE!! CONGRATULATIONS! I knew you could do it! You are verrry strong!! I am verry proud of you!!" Emmet hands them a scrapbook and a little sticker binder with thirty new stickers, some with duplicates. "I have doodled you and every new Pokémon you have caught since we met. It's like a little journal I have kept for you. There are dates, fun facts, and battle strategies for each little member. Hope you will like it!"

— oh. Woah.

Ree holds the scrapbook carefully, and —- man, it would be so uncool to cry right now! So they wipe at their eyes and laugh, leaning back in their chair as they do.

“— this is so cool. Thank you, Emmet. I —- this is so Fuckin’ neat…. I — i dunno what t’say.”

[newzzwired]

Reactions To Keke Palmer's Pregnancy Announcement

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Bro, it’s crazy that we really WATCHED how far Keke Palmer has come in her career. Like I LITERALLY GREW UP with her; Akeelah and the Bee, True Jackson, Beauty Shop, Jump In, her So Uncool album.. and now SNL?! it’s so beautiful to witness man! CONGRATULATIONS KEKE!! 🤰🏽 12:46 PM – 04 Dec 2022 #Reactions #Keke #Palmers #Pregnancy #Announcement

[neighborhood-goblin]

COF Highschool au Chapter 1

“We can just put it back,” Sev said, studying the golden objects on the table.

“What do you mean ‘just put it back’? Look at it!” Tristan exclaimed. It was true that perhaps the trophy was a little worse for wear. The figure on top had snapped off the base pillars, and the side of it was splattered in mud. This is the worst day of my life.

“Let’s clean it off, glue the top back on and stick it back in the case. Easy-peasy.” Tristan was already shaking his head even before Sev finished speaking.

“It’s already daytime, people will see us, and I bet they’ve already noticed the missing trophy!” Tristan ran a panicked hand through his hair and spared the broken trophy another look. He froze.

“I know what to do,” He spoke slowly, carefully, glancing towards the closed door.

“What?” Sev asked, curious as to what Tristan could possibly have thought of.

“We hide it. We hide it somewhere where it won’t be found and we don’t tell anyone what we did.”

“It’s a trophy, not a murder, Tristan,” Sev reminded him, despite the fact he was already coming up with possible places to hide it. His house would be the obvious choice, since Tristan’s dad was the principal and they couldn’t risk him finding out about the broken trophy. “But I guess I can find a spot for it at my house.” Tristan’s face broke into a grin.

“Thanks, Sev. Will you be able to hide it for the school day?” Sev nodded and shoved the trophy pieces into the depths of his backpack.

The pair emerged from the empty classroom into the flooded hallways. Students were everywhere, clustering around lockers, chatting in the middle of the halls, and making their way to first period. Sev and Tristan nodded quickly at each other before separating and disappearing into the crowd.

***

Nyk had to sprint to Spanish in order to claim the seat beside Anders before Latham could. The older boy raised an eyebrow at her as she flopped down on the chair, panting.

“I want to join the cheer squad,” She breathed out. Anders grinned at her.

“Finally! We’re desperate enough for members that I even asked Sev to join. Sev!” He exclaimed. “Come to the gym during lunch, you can try out, and we can get you your uniform.” Nyk let out a relieved sigh and thanked Anders. The bell rang. A binder slammed down onto the table.

“You’re in my seat.” She looked up to see Latham glaring at her.

“Jeez, okay, I’m moving..” Nyk gathered her stuff and retreated to her usual spot in the back, next to Kade. He was reading something on his phone and glanced at her when she sat down.

“Have you seen the school’s website?” He asked. She shook her head and he held his phone out to her. She took it and skimmed the page in front of her.

Recently Auzerec’s High’s first place soccer trophy was stolen. We are asking any and all students involved to come forward and return the trophy by the end of the school day. If the trophy is not returned by the end of the school day today, then students may be pulled for questioning.

Nyk laughed and handed Kade back his phone. “This is ridiculous. It’s a trophy! They can just get a new one.” She quickly quieted as their teacher, Mrs. Dee entered the classroom. Nyk pulled out her phone and held it under the table to text Tristan.

Nyk: did you see the website lol

♥ Tris ♥: No? What does it say?

“His contact name has hearts in it?” Kade’s voice was practically disgusted. Nyk’s face heated.

“Mind your own business!” She hissed at him.

Nyk: some kids stole a trophy apparently

♥ Tris ♥: Did they say who did it?

Nyk: no but their gonna be questioning people

♥ Tris ♥: They’re*

Nyk: ok

A hand tapped on the wood in front of her. “Phone please, Veronyka. You can pick it up after class.” Nyk met Mrs. Dee’s eyes, quickly silenced her phone, and handed it to her, embarrassed that she’d been caught. Kade smirked at her as their teacher walked back to the front of the classroom. She stuck her tongue out at him and turned her attention to Mrs. Dee as she began to write verbs on the whiteboard.

***

Nyk :) : some kids stole a trophy apparently

Tristan froze. Surely if he’d been busted he would’ve already been called to his father’s office. Right? He tapped out a response with shaking fingers.

Tristan: Did they say who did it?

It took Nyk an agonizingly long minute to respond. Tristan bit his nail and waited for her to finish typing. Did Sev get caught with the trophy?

Nyk :) : no but their gonna be questioning people

He grinned in relief.

Tristan: They’re

Nyk :) : ok

He rolled his eyes and pocketed his phone before the teacher caught him with it. It was far too early in the day for him to be doing statistics, but that didn’t stop Mr. Ellet from passing out worksheets. Tristan frowned at his, noticing that it was different from the sheet belonging to the kid sitting next to him. Again? I need to have a talk with my dad; he can’t keep doing this. Nevertheless, he picked up his pencil and began to fill out the paper.

The bell signaling the end of first period rang, and Tristan rose from his seat. He hurried out into the hall and shot Sev a few texts.

Tristan: They know the trophy’s missing.

Tristan: You still have it right?

Tristan: Sev

Tristan: Sev

Tristan: Sev

Tristan: SEV!

Sev: jhgfkdjhgkdjf

Sev: Yes I still have the trophy

Sev: You can relax

He opted not to respond to Sev’s last text.

***

“That was great!” Anders shouted at Nyk. She beamed at him. “Okay come over here so I can get your size and uniform.” She jogged over to the other side of the gym “Alright, you can go back to lunch now.” She nodded and grabbed her things.

She hurried to the cafeteria and slid into an empty spot at her table.

“Guess who’s officially a cheerleader!” Nyk exclaimed excitedly. Kade grinned at her and Tristan congratulated her. Latham didn’t bother to look up at her, probably still peeved that she had briefly borrowed his seat during Spanish. She glanced around for Elliot and Sparrow but they weren’t there.

“That’s cool, Nyk,” Tristan flashed her a smile. She offered one back, and could practically feel Kade rolling his eyes at them. Latham stood up and walked away, most likely leaving to track down Anders.

K: Ugh get a room you guys

Nyk smirked at her phone.

Nyk: someday youre gonna have a crush that i can tease you about

Kade took suspiciously long to respond.

K: unlikely

“Are you guys seriously texting each other while I’m right here?” Tristan gave each of them a mock offended look. Nyk and Kade rolled their eyes at him. “Very uncool, guys.” He paused and glanced at their table. “Hey, why doesn’t Sev ever eat with us?”

Nyk thought for a moment. The question was kind of out of the blue, honestly. Sev showed up for the study group and then they occasionally waved to him in class or in the halls. But that was it. He wasn’t really friends with any of them. She’d never really thought about what Sev did when he wasn’t with them. Did he even have friends at all?

“I was under the impression that he didn’t want to,” Kade said. Nyk had forgotten that Tristan was still waiting for an answer.

“Well I don’t think he’s really hanging out with anyone else. We should see if he wants to have lunch with us tomorrow,” Tristan nodded as he said this, as if confirming that he liked his idea. Nyk and Kade looked at each other. Kade shrugged and returned to his salad bowl.

***

Sev twisted the key through the lock and yanked the door open. Hestia would be home soon, so he quickly grabbed the trophy pieces and shoved them in the back of his closet, where hopefully she would be unable to find them. His phone chimed several times in a row.

Tristan: Did you hide the trophy?

Tristan: Did your parents find out about it?

Tristan: Sev

Tristan: Sev

Tristan: Sev

Sev: You have got to stop

Sev: Yes the trophy is hidden, no my mother did not find out about it

Tristan: Thank heavens

Tristan: Hey do you want to have lunch with the study group tomorrow? You don’t usually eat with us.

Sev: Hard pass.

Sev: Stop texting me.

Sev turned off his phone. He didn’t want Tristan to keep trying to convince him to hang out with the group. If he was being honest, he was pretty close to quitting it. He didn’t really fit in with them. He was always the outsider. It felt pointless to attend their study group if no one except Tristan was even going to try to engage with him outside of it. He tossed his phone on his bed and went to kill time before Hestia got back. He could probably fit a movie in.

***

This is so bad. I can’t do this. I’m going to say the wrong thing oh my-

“Come in, Tristan,” His father’s voice sounded from the open doorway. Tristan slowly walked in and sat down in the chair that was closest to the principal’s desk. Unsurprisingly no student had come forward and returned the trophy, so interviews were being conducted. Tristan met his father’s eyes.

“Now, obviously this is just a formality.” Cassian informed him. “But still. Where were you on the night before last?” Tristan began to panic.

We didn’t have a cover story! What am I supposed to say?!

“I was hanging out with my friend, Sev,” He began. Cassian nodded for him to continue. “We got some food and went back to his place to watch a movie.” He opened his mouth to continue, but his father held up a hand.

“That’s good enough, you can go.” Tristan thanked his father and quickly left. I did it!

His feelings of relief were quickly halted when he saw who was being interviewed next. It was Sev. Tristan hastily grabbed the other boy’s arm and whispered in his ear: “We got food and watched a movie at your house.”

Sev gave him a brief nod and disappeared into Cassian’s office. Tristan returned to class and worried about Sev and the trophy. Then he went to his next class and worried about Sev and the trophy. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Tristan: Okay I know you told me to leave you alone but please tell me nothing went wrong in your interview.

Sev: It was fine. We got burgers, fries, and shakes, then watched Spirited Away

Tristan: Studio Ghibli?

Sev: Yeah it’s a good movie.

Tristan: Never seen it.

Sev: Well don’t go around telling people that, we’ve got to keep our cover intact

Tristan: What, are you a spy now?

Sev: You’re the one who wanted to hide the trophy

Tristan: That’s fair.

***

When Tristan got home, it was clear that his father was frustrated with the theft of the trophy. He and the school’s safety officers had interviewed the bulk of the students and found no viable culprits. Tristan had never been a very good liar, and he was afraid that he might crack if his father continued to chase his own tail in an effort to find whoever had stolen the trophy.

Tristan: I think we need to tell my dad that we did it.

Sev: ???? why

Tristan: He’s getting very frustrated at the whole situation.

Sev: Ok? He is a grown man he can deal with himself

Tristan: I really just think we should

Sev: Ok then go tell him if it’s making you so upset

Tristan: I don’t know if I can.

Sev: Then don’t Tristan: I feel like I have to.

Sev: Then do it

Tristan: I’m worried about getting in trouble.

Sev: dude just stop

Truthfully, Tristan wasn’t quite sure of what to do. On one hand, telling his father would get the whole situation over with, and he wouldn’t have to worry about keeping any covers intact. But on the other, he was facing some probably pretty serious repercussions for what he and Sev had done. It had been his idea too, to take the trophy. He only wanted to take a picture of it, to send as a joke to the study group chat. Instead the trophy had fallen and broken, and he had gotten stuck in this mess.

Finally, he poked his head into his dad’s office. His father was on the phone with someone, so Tristan waited until he hung up.

“Who was that?” He asked, hoping to get a somewhat pleasant conversation going before he confessed. Cassian graced him with a rare smile.

“That was Sevro Lastlight, calling to tell me that he was the one who took the trophy.” What?

“Really?” Tristan responded after a moment. Why would he do that?

“Yes, really,” His father replied, sifting through a stack of papers on his desk. Tristan slowly retreated from the room. He still hadn’t fully processed what had happened. Why would Sev confess for me?

Tristan: You called my dad??

Sev: Yeah

Tristan: Why?

Sev: eh I’ve already done worse things than stealing a trophy

Tristan: That was really awesome of you, Sev.

Sev: np

Tristan: np?

Sev: No problem

Sev: How do you not know that

Tristan: Hey, have lunch with the study group. I know you already said no, but you’re my friend and I feel bad that you eat alone.

Sev: I don’t mind eating alone

Tristan: Please?

Sev: Fine.

Tristan cheered. Maybe today wasn’t that bad after all.

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FanFiction - Crossing the Stars

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

FTL: Faster Than Light (c) Subset Games

[CHAPTER LIST]

Author’s Note: This FanFiction is a crossover between the sci-fi strategy game ‘FTL: Faster Than Light’ by Subset Games and the manga/anime called ‘Hetalia’ by Hidekaz Himaruya. The story will follow closely to the events of the rougue-like gameplay in FTL and the human characters will be replaced with the human versions of the national personifications in ‘Hetalia’. This is a fun personal project and it requires no knowledge of either fandom to enjoy this story. I’d encourage checking the original sources out though! Use of screenshots in this FanFiction are to supplement the storytelling to help plot the course of our heroes’ journey in the universe. Whatever the outcome of the gameplay I base this story on (as each playthrough is very unique) will be translated into the plot of this story. i.e. If the spaceship gets damaged, it gets damaged in the story. If a character dies in the game, they’re dead in this fiction. (Please note that I find this kind of storytelling entertaining to play/write and I plan to do more in the future if time allows!)

Chapter 1

The Federation was struggling with the advancing Rebel fleet. One lone ship carried some vital information that could turn the tides of the war and the Federation allied Star Ship APH was going to be their champion.

At the helm was Captain Alfred Jones, a spry young American whom fit the Golden Boy persona to a tee. Sure, he wore square-rimmed glasses but he was still awesome. Don’t let his cute blue-eyed, blond haired, ripped body mislead you! He had the courage to lead his crew to the very end. He was the youngest of his crew and had a Hero Complex but his heart helped him to make some decent moral choices.  His friends might disagree and say that his Hero Complex leads to some very immoral choices, but how could he be wrong? He’s great!

Stationed at weapons was his best friend from the academy called Arthur Kirkland. He was an officer from England and was keen to aid in an international project. Arthur was rather lean in build with messy blond hair that matched his sassy personality. His piercing emerald eyes held a wisdom beyond his years. He was tasked with weaponry because of his strategic skills and fearless judgement. Unfortunately his friends and colleagues often made fun of him for his bushy eyebrows, apparent inability to cook, and his obsession with the occult.

Last but not least was the Frenchman Francis Bonnefoy, a flamboyant friend of Arthur’s and on-and-off enemy of his. Much like Alfred, don’t let his looks fool you! Francis’ long, golden hair, sea blue eyes and wispy blond beard could charm many but he was a calculated thinker. He graduated with flying colours in engineering, which is why he was manning the FTL (Faster Than Light) Drive in the engine room.

The blond trio were in their twenties, young and wise together. If they could avoid their normal bickering maybe they would survive this after all!

“This is the awesome Captain Jones speakin���! Get your butts over to the Bridge, we need to figure out where we’re goin’,” the voice on the PA system called in a chirpy American accent.

“We’re already here, dipshit,” Arthur countered as he and Francis joined him on deck. “We’ve best be quick about this, the Rebel fleet is gaining speed.” He pulled up the Beacon Map on screen and surveyed their options. “Unfortunately we have no data on the properties of each beacon towards the exit into the next sector, but hopefully we can acquire that as we go along. The faster we get to the exit the better, our mission is too important to mess around.”

Alfred was sipping some coffee. “Psh, who’s messin’? I won’t lead you dudes astray! Hero’s promise!”

Francis sighed. “Let’s avoid battles if we can, ze stress gives me wrinkles.”

“We’re in a civilian sector! How bad could it be?”

Arthur glared at him. “You’ve best be joking. This area will be littered with Rebel scouts. We need to get a move on.”

Alfred dumped his coffee cup in the rubbish bin and winked. “Fine. Back to your stations! Off to our first stop! Warp us there, Francis!”

“Aye, sir,” Francis responded as they all returned to their posts.

The S.S. APH warped to the next beacon. If they were expecting a calming tour of space they were greatly mistaken. Alfred’s voice carried over the announcement system. “Hey, y’all! We have a hostile Rebel Scout attacking a small refuelling outpost here. That’s totes uncool so we’re gonna kick their asses! Kirkland, fire up the weapons! Try out our Burst Laser II on their weapons!”

“Aye, Captain! Locked on and charging.”

The small ship was quick with a laser drone circling the S.S. APH. An alert blared. “Shields took a hit!” Alfred informed them quickly. “Just an ion blast, it’ll be back online soon, stay at your posts!”

Francis’ voice joined him on the announcement channel. “The drone knocked out our door controls!”

“That’s alright, I destroyed their weapons room,” Arthur chipped in confidently.

“Good work, Artie!” Alfred cheered. “Lock on the drones now.”

“Roger that!”

The ship shook and Alfred’s voice called out in concern. “Yo, Francis? Are you okay? The shields are back online but it says the engines got hit.”

“I’m fine, mon ami! Minor damage to ze FTL Drive, I’m working on a fix. I’m not hurt.”

Arthur switched focus from the enemy drones to the helm. He cursed as he saw that the interior scan of the enemy vessel had repaired their weapons in the time his lasers charged. Luckily, his final few attacks took out the scout and they could safely proceed. He sighed with relief. “Danger has passed, let’s pull in the loot.”

Alfred congratulated them over the announcement system. “Well done, dudes! Artie, join me in the door room. We’re not moving on until that system is running again.”

“On my way!”

Francis kept an eye on the FTL charge as his friends repaired the door functions.

Arthur hummed as he replaced some fried wires and Alfred ran the diagnostics. Oddly enough, they didn’t chat the entire time. It was nice working together. “Alright, let’s get back to our posts. Who knows how many of these automated ships are lurking?”

“Just don’t lead us into a black hole or something.”

“Hahahaha! Noted.”

Back on the Bridge, Alfred pulled up his upgrades panel. They had enough scrap to give them a new edge. He grinned as he added an extra unit of power to their reactor and instructed the Frenchman to monitor the upgrade. He also treated himself to a more slick piloting upgrade. Having auto pilot help him to dodge attacks with a fifty percent advantage was too amazing to pass up! “I’m gonna jump to the next beacon. Hold on to your asses!”

The crew warped into the aftermath of a battle. The battlefield was littered with debris from Federation ships and Rebels alike. Their allies had been sadly outnumbered but it was clear they fought valiantly and Captain Jones respected that. He began performing a more detailed scan of the wreckage when his sensors picked up an enemy ship. He gasped and switched on the comms. “To battle stations! We have a Rebel Disrupter in our vicinity!”

The orange spaceship faced the S.S. APH head-on and momentarily knocked out the shields, just in time for the orbiting drone to shoot their door systems.

“Why do they always target our doors?” Francis complained over the communications system. “It’s hardly a vital system.”

“I think it was potluck,” Arthur answered as his return fire knocked out the enemy weapons. “Got the weapons room! I’m going to knock out that drone and then alternate. I wouldn’t put it past them to begin repairs.”

“As you are, Kirkland!” Alfred chimed in as he kept an eye on the enemy movements from the helm. They made quick work of this battle and reaped the rewards. “Good job. You know the drill, Artie. Gotta get those door systems online again. Meet me there.”

“Aye, sir!”

The next beacon jump was nothing special. Beautiful, but nothing interesting. Francis stared out of his nearby airlock windows to view the dancing binary star before they warped to the next point.

“I’m gonna do a triangular-shaped loop here, dudes. I detect a merchant nearby and I wanna see what they have,” Captain Jones announced to his crew.

“Don’t let us get caught by the Rebels, Alfred!” Arthur’s voice warned him.

“They’re not close enough yet. We’ll be fine. We can’t risk running low on supplies and if we can get this hull fixed that would be great.”

“Good point. Carry on.”

The next jump led them to a destroyed space station. Alfred had reservations about this as life signs could be detected onboard. He bit his lip and weighed up the options of investigating. On the one hand, if he could recruit a new member that would be useful! Although he was well aware that doing these kind of investigations could risk damage to his current crew’s lives. After a moment of hesitation he decided not to risk his friends. They collected miscellaneous debris to repurpose for their own mission and jumped them to the next beacon.

The crew assembled on the Bridge to witness the hails of a Rock Scout. The Rockmen were a powerful race but these aliens seemed to be relatively friendly. “Hey, this is Captain Alfred F. Jones of the Federation Star Ship APH. How can we be of service today, my dudes?”

Arthur stared at his friend unhappily. “You could use proper English, idiot. Did you learn nothing from etiquette lessons when dealing with foreign entities?”

“There was nothin’ wrong with my lingo, Artie! Don’t make me pull rank.”

“Insufferable git.”

The Rockman Captain simply stared at these weird humans before gaining their attention. “We could really use some help.”

Alfred saluted. “How can we help?”

“Our FTL navigation system is shot. Can you help us to a nearby station for them to patch us up?”

“Sure thing, rock friend! I’m receiving your fuel down payment right now and I’ll key in the co-ordinates you sent.”

“Thank you. We will be one step behind you, following your jump signatures.”

Francis beamed at his Captain as their communications shut off with their neutral acquaintance. “That was very kind of you, Alfred!”

The American beamed. “If we can help anyone in distress on the way we damn well will! We’re still gonna do our planned route unless we’re forced to change direction, but those Rebel scumbags ain’t gonna take all of us down.”

Francis patted him on the back and returned to his post. Arthur shook his head. “I wish you’d let me deal with the foreign comms once in a while, Alfred, but you did well. I’m heading back to weapons. Try to get our hull fixed at the shop.”

The next jump led them to an outpost that certainly had merchants selling some wares! Arthur and Francis volunteered to be the away party as Alfred kept an eye on the advancing enemy fleet from the Bridge. Their tailing Rockmen friends also spent a bit of time gathering resources for the journey ahead.

Aware of the encroaching danger and their limited supply of scrap to trade for goods, the European representatives agreed that they should spend all of it on an Advanced FTL Navigation Augmentation that would allow them to leap to any previously visited beacon in one hop no matter the distance and the rest of the scrap was allocated to hull repairs. They promptly beamed back on deck and installed their new augment and checked with the Rockmen to make sure that they were ready to follow.

The S.S. APH jumped back the way they came and immediately leapt to the subsequent beacon. It was a tough decision because they had to completely ignore a distress call. The Rebel fleet was advancing far too quickly, they had to put as much distance between them as possible. Alfred felt terrible but his crew and the Rockmen following them depended on forward thinking. There was no helping those in distress right now.

“Rebel transport ship detected!” Captain Jones announced on the communications system. “It doesn’t seem to wanna fight but we can’t take risks. Plus we need the scrap, we’re kinda poor right now.”

“Engaging weapons, Captain!” Arthur replied, powering up the Burst Laser II to lock onto their weapons room. He was going to target the drones next as those little bastards were a pain to deal with.

“CANCEL THAT INTERACTION, KIRKLAND! ATTACK THEIR ENGINES, THEY’RE GONNA JUMP AND WARN THE FLEET!”

“Fuck, really?! Alright, locking both the lasers and missiles onto their FTL Drive!”

It was a tense moment as their weapons warmed up and as they celebrated decimating the enemy FTL Drive, a missile hit their own engines.

“ENGINES, DAMAGE REPORT!” Captain Jones cried.

“Ze bastards damaged ze FTL Drive. I’m working on a fix but my head…”

“Focus, Bonnefoy. You can heal after we destroy these idiots!” Arthur chipped in urgently. He switched the lasers to focus on the Rebel weapons room whilst keeping their Artemis missile locked on the enemy engines.

An explosion rocked the Bridge and Alfred coughed through the smoke. “Dammit, they’re breaking my controls. Kirkland, finish this now.” He gritted his teeth as he repaired the system damage. His wrist was pretty sore but nothing too dire.

“Aye, Captain!”

Fortunately, the battle was over with soon after and repairs could be finished to both the engines and the piloting systems. Jones and Bonnefoy met up in the medbay to heal their injuries before moving on. It was becoming clear how dangerous this mission was.

Back on the Bridge, Alfred instructed his crew that to get to the quest marker they needed to enter a nebula. Nebula zones were always risky as they knocked out sensors but they could also be beneficial in slowing down the enemy fleet. “We’re heading to the nebula. Be prepared for anything! Warp ahead, Bonnefoy!”

This felt like a mistake. Nebulas can be rather peaceful but today was not their day! A plasma storm was active so not only were their sensors dead but their reactor was crippled to half-capacity. The crew was in a mild panic trying to figure out what systems were down as a Rebel automated scout swooped in to cause them hell.

“GUYS, WE HAVE A PROBLEM. SEVERAL PROBLEMS,” Alfred yelled through the communications system.

“No shit!” Arthur shot back as he examined the diagnostics from his post. “Our oxygen isn’t powered, we’ll suffocate!”

“Heat up the weapons, Artie, we have company! I’ll divert power from the medbay to the oxygen room!”

“SHIELDS ARE DOWN AND THEY HAVE A DRONE!” Francis cried from the engine room. “We’re sitting ducks!”

“Divert ALL power from engines to the shields NOW!”

“Aye!”

“I’m locked on their weapons, Captain!” Arthur informed them. “The shield is holding off the drone, thank God.”

“Fire on that and then the drone. Destroy it as quickly as possible.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.”

Thankfully the battle was over swiftly. Shaken and worried, Alfred gave the order to drop the shields and restore power to the FTL Drive. They would drop off their Rockmen friends at the next beacon and make their way to the exit.

“Approaching the quest marker,” Captain Jones announced keeping the ship steady, ready for a break. “I’ll inform our little convoy back there.”

“Can one ship in addition to ours really be considered a convoy?” Francis responded contemplatively.

He didn’t receive an answer as the Rockmen’s ship zoomed away without warning and Alfred flipped the Red Alert siren. “AGH! IT’S A TRAP! How could they? We trusted them!” He turned on the power to all systems after they were clear of the plasma storm and glared at the Rebel Disrupter ship. How dare they! HOW. DARE. THEY.

Ignoring the possible melodrama his best friend was stewing in, Arthur had already locked their weapons on the Rebel weapons and drones with their Burst Laser II and the Artemis missile. DIRECT HIT! That’s getting business taken care of. He disabled the Artemis and focused the laser onto enemy shields. He needed no consultation on this strategy, they would not be made fools of! With the shields down and the enemies focused on repairing the damage he dealt to the drones, he fired once again at the weapons room. The Rebel scum would not get a say in this!

VICTORY! The crew celebrated briefly as they collected the remains of their enemy vessel.

“Let’s get the hell outta here,” Alfred urged, turning them towards the next beacon. “I don’t want to try my luck with another one of these guys.”

“We can make it to ze Exit Beacon in two jumps, Captain!” Francis informed him over the comms. “With ze Rebels gaining ground we shouldn’t take anymore detours.”

“Agreed, buddy! Full speed ahead!”

The Rebels were determined to control this star system! The subsequent beacon greeted them with another Rebel Rigger patrol. It stood between them and the exit. This could not be tolerated.

“I’m way ahead of you, Captain!” Arthur called over the communications. “I’ve locked on their weapons and drone rooms. I’ll target their FTL Drive afterwards, we can’t let them get away to inform the Rebel fleet of our location.”

“Show no mercy, Kirkland!”

“Aye, sir!”

Direct hits!

“The enemy is powering up it’s FTL Drive!” Alfred informed them urgently. “This could be bad!”

The landed hits on the enemy vessel weren’t enough to destroy the hull and the Rebels were an inch from jumping out of reach. Fortune dealt them an unexpected hand, though.

Alfred opened up the screen to receive a hail from the Rebel Rigger Captain. “Captain Jones speaking. Stop right there!”

The enemy Captain scowled but offered a metaphorical white flag. “The day is yours! Show us your honour by allowing us to leave with our lives.”

This was a very fragile situation. The enemy hull was weak but their FTL Drive was primed to jump any second. There would be no time to stop them unless they agreed to a truce. Alfred growled in frustration but knew there was no choice. “Kirkland, cease fire! We’re entering a truce.”

“What? Um, okay?” came Arthur’s puzzled response. There was probably a good reason to cease fire so he complied. He would demand answers later.

Captain Jones accepted the supplies from the Rebel Rigger and the enemy did not warp away. Phew, that was a close one. The advancing enemy fleet would not gain speed on them.

Tense, Alfred called a meeting on the Bridge. He turned to his crewmates gravely. “We’re getting real lucky with these battles, our damage has been minimal. With Rebels so close to our Exit Beacon we need to be ready for a possible interception between us and the warp point. Don’t let your guard down and we’ll decide which sector to head to next once the coast is clear.”

Arthur nodded and returned to the weapons room without any answers, but he didn’t need them. It was clear they were in trouble and Alfred made a solid judgement call. He would be ready to defend.

Francis remained by Alfred’s side as they made the final jump to the Exit Beacon.

There was an asteroid field not far from their destination. They decided to risk navigating it for some materials that would help them in the next sector. Luck truly was not on their side as asteroids violently knocked down their shields and damaged their hull!

“Fire in ze portside airlocks, Captain!” Francis cried.

“I’ll open the airlocks to extinguish it. Everyone meet me in shields! We’ll repair and move on!”

Once that crisis was averted, the crew met up to decide where to go next.

Would they jump to the Engi Controlled area, or the Zoltan Controlled area? Both were civilian sectors but carried their own unique risks.

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT SECTOR...

Chapter 1 - END

[CHAPTER LIST]

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[Cover Art] This image was drawn in HB pencil and painted in watercolour paints on the 8th August 2021. It was digitally enhanced in GIMP Image Editor on the 9th August 2021. Paper type = 130 gsm 

This chapter was written on the 8th August 2021.

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BOO, CONGRATULATIONS ON THE 1,100 FOLLOWERS 🎉🎉🎉 Can I get uhhhh prompt Movie!Amy meeting Movie! Sonic for the first time???😳💖 I want to see your take on it so bad my guy.😖💖

Blue Meets Pink

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 Sonic couldn't stop that anxious feeling whenever Tom drove off. His life has been too perfect, living the dream. He had to admit that he was scared that one day Tom will never come back and that all the good moments he spent with Tom and Maddie were a dream.

"But he always comes back ... he always does."

Sonic reassured himself as entered his school. The community of Green Hill had accepted him and kept his existence a secret, which he appreciated deeply. Just like in town, he was pretty popular in school as well. He wasn't the smartest one around, it was a bit hard for him to stay in one place and pay attention. He usually needed Maddie's help to finish his homework, Tom tried to help him as well sometimes but he usually gave up midway ... junior high's homework can be tricky. Or at least that's what Tom said.

However, Sonic was pretty good at sports. He was on every sports team at school. Football, soccer, track, tennis, volleyball, but of course he had to restrain himself from using his super speed. It was fine by Sonic, what matters to him was that he wasn't playing alone like he used to before.

Of course, Tom and Maddie will never miss a game. They were supportive of him and celebrated all of his wins and losses.

It was also fun to dress him as a normal boy before a game. Long pants, long sleeve t-shirts, a cap, and a facemask was all it took to convince the other school that Sonic was just a normal 12 years old.

Sonic stepped inside the building as everyone greeted him with a smile. Teachers, custodians, staff, and students.

It was a sunny day in Green Hills, Sonic had a chili dog packed on his Flash backpack and he was excited to see his friends.

Today was going to be a good day.

.

Sonic was wrong. Tom was always punctual when he picked him up but today ... he didn't show up. He waited for him for 30 minutes in the rain. What started as a good day, turned out to be horrible.

"Do they don't want me anymore? Maybe they just need a break from me ... I can be pretty annoying after all ..."

Sonic decided to walk home. Yes, he could run there but he decided to walk so he can think. He hated to be wet, overall, he hated water but for now, he will stand it.

Sonic walked through Green Hill's downtown. Coffee shops, pizzerias, small clothing shops, and small libraries were the main attraction. He passed over a dark alley, he would have kept walking if it wasn't because he heard crying coming from around the trashcans.

He was very curious at heart. Sonic also loved to help those in need, especially the townspeople who have been kind to him. He walked over the alley and walked behind the trashcans where the crying was more intense.

It was still raining but he knew for sure that he had found a pink furball.

A crying pink furball.

"What the-"

"Aaah!"

"Aaah!"

Sonic looked at the pink one up and down. She was small and pink, or so he thought. She was dirty and couldn't tell if it was pink or brown or both. She was wearing a brown dress. It looked more like a rag than anything else. The pink thing was wearing some type of sandals that looked like they could break at any moment. She was covered in mud, and if Sonic didn't know better he could tell that she was hurt as well. She has scratches on her knees and arms and a little bit of blood came out of the cuts. Unlike him, her quills were pink and down, very short and feminine, she had bangs as well. Her quills were messy and had leaves and small tree branches on all of her quills.

She had green eyes just like him.

"So, is this what Tom felt the first time he saw me?"

The pink creature in front of him had his full attention. It was obvious that they looked similar.

"What are you?," Sonic asked. He looked at her up and down.

"I am ... I am a hedgehog!" The pink one stutter. She was starting to get scared and intimidated by blue one in front of him. She walked back until she hit the alley's wall.

"I am a hedgehog too! What's your name?" Sonic asked excitedly.

The pink creature saw how the blue one expression changed. Before he was startled, now he was ... excited? It was as he had never seen another hedgehog before. She had to admit that it was a bit adorable.

"Amy," She whispered. "My name is Amy."

"Amy what?" Sonic asked.

Amy looked at him curiously, and she proceeded to ask. "What do you mean what?"

"Yes ... Amy what? What is your last name?"

"Last name?" Amy asked again.

"Yes, my name is Sonic and my last name is Wachowski," Sonic said. "I am Sonic Wachowski the Hedgehog."

"Oh ... I am just Amy," she said. "I don't have a last name."

It kept raining. Sonic looked at Amy. She looked lost and afraid. It somehow reminded him of his past self. Sonic wanted to help her at any cost.

Sonic walked closer to Amy and she flinched at his act. Sonic stopped moving and instead, he smiled at her.

"Are you hungry?"

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Sonic had taken Amy to 'Mama's Pizzeria' the most famous place in town. Although he felt bad for taking it, Tom or Maddie always made sure to leave money on Sonic's backpack. Today, he was happy to find that they both had left him money. He could buy a really nice meal for Amy.

"Eat whatever you want! I'll pay!" Sonic said as they both sat on a booth. He noticed that Amy was at awe. She was fascinated by everything, well she was literally in another world. Sonic remembered to be like her the first time he arrived. He was young and got used to it quickly but for Amy, it must be interesting and scary at the same time.

"Oh, what is that?!" Amy asked and Sonic looked at what she was pointing.

"That's a lamp,"

"Oh, what is that?"

"That's a baby,"

"Oh, what is that?"

"That's a pizza,"

"Can I take your order?"

Sonic and Amy were interrupted as a human girl approached them. Her name was Maria, a blond blue-eyed girl. Maria worked for the pizzeria as a waitress to help out her grandfather. She was very lively and liked by everyone in the town. She smiled at them and Sonic felt relieved that she didn't say anything about Amy's appearance.

"We would like a large pepperoni pizza and two drinks please," Sonic said.

Maria wrote the order down on her notepad and she then focused on her attention to Sonic's new friend.

"Oh, it seems like you brought a date with you today," Maria said, she bent down to take a better look at Amy. "I am sorry, but you are covered in mud. Wouldn't you like to take a shower meanwhile Sonic waits for your food?"

Amy instantly looked at Sonic. Although she didn't know the hedgehog any better, the small amount of time and kindness he had shown her was enough for Amy to trust the blue one. As well that he seemed to know better of this world and was one of her own.

"You should go, Maria's house is above this place. I will wait for you here." Sonic reassured her and in that, Amy looked over at Maria and nodded accepting her offer.

Sonic watched how Amy followed Maria, a bit scared but he knew that she will get used to her soon enough.

There were many questions he wanted to ask her but that could wait until they have eaten.

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The food has arrived already but Amy nor Maria haven't shown up yet. Sonic wanted to wait for her so they could eat together but his hunger got the best of him and using his speed, he ate a slice. He looked over the restaurant as he chews on the pizza. The restaurant had fairy lights and Italian music was playing on the background. The booth he was sitting on had a square table. On top of it, a pink rose on a crystal vase decorated the wooden table.

A few seconds after that, Maria showed up with a very cute hedgehog. Wait-

A shower can make a big difference. Amy's pink fur shined as well as her quills who looked soft to the touch. She was wearing a red and white dress with matching boots and a red hairband decorated her head.

"Wow, Amy," Sonic said as he quickly cleaned his mouth, wiping away the evidence of his previous act.

"Maria gave me this dress," Amy said as she sat down again on the booth. She moved to the side to give Maria space to sit next to her. Maria was a nice girl and she had gained Amy's trust immediately.

"I used to wear this dress when I was younger, it doesn't longer fit me so I gave it to Amy," Maria said as she accepted Amy's gesture and sat next to her. "Doesn't she look pretty, Sonic?"

"She looks um ... clean!" Sonic blurted out. He didn't know how to respond, it would be very uncool of him to say that she looked pretty. No, yeah that's not happening.

Sonic's thoughts were interrupted as he noticed Amy eating the pizza. She finished slice by slice, and Sonic thought that maybe he will have to buy another pizza.

Amy noticed the eyes on her and she felt embarrassed. She hasn't eaten anything since yesterday and she didn't know where to get food. She took a sip of her water and she gave a Sonic and Maria smile.

The two let out a small laugh and after seeing that Amy was more comfortable, Sonic proceeded to make questions.

"So Amy, where are you from?" Sonic asked.

"I am from Mobius, a planet far away from this one," Amy responded.

"And how did you get here?"

Amy looked outside the window. She didn't know if she could trust them with such information. However, noticing that they were so kind to her without knowing her, then maybe telling them about her situation could benefit her.

"I came following my friend, Tails, but I lost track of him along the way." Amy said, "Our world is in danger, a creature called Chaos has devastated our world and we came looking for a hedgehog who could save it."

"A hedgehog? Me?" Sonic asked excitedly but Amy moved her head from side to side, denying it.

"Tails was very specific ... His record shows that 50 years ago a hedgehog from our world came to this planet." Amy added, "That hedgehog was the Ultimate Life Form, he had great powers and he used them to protect Mobius ... but one day, he disappeared. After extended research, we found that this hedgehog ended up on planet Earth and that he was capture by a military organization called G.U.N. Now we are looking for him, hoping that he can help up save our world."

Amy looked over at Sonic, "It would have been great if that hedgehog was you Sonic but the one we are looking for is a black and red hedgehog."

"Wait you said G.U.N., right?" Maria interrupted as she snapped her fingers in realization. She looked over at Amy who nodded. "My grandfather used to work for them during his younger years! He even still has some of the past documents of his missions. We can look over those documents and even ask him if he knows anything on the matter and-"

"SONIC WACHOWSKI THE HEDGEHOG WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"

The two hedgehogs and human turned to see that Tom had entered the restaurant, he looked frantic and angry as he walked towards their booth.

"Sonic, we have been looking for you like crazy!" Tom said.

"Well, if someone had picked up me at school I wouldn't be here!" Sonic said with a bit of hurt in his voice.

"In the morning I told you we couldn't pick you up today, I told you to take the bus!" Tom said, "But you were too focused eating, so it's no wonder you-"

Tom stopped midway as he noticed the pink hedgehog in front of Sonic. He was quick to take out his phone and dial a number.

"Maddie? Yes, I found him! But that's not important right now, Sonic is having his first date! Yes, yes, I will take pictures. Yes, bring the professional camera we should have this on his photo album. Yes, I will tell them to wait, ok I will wait for you we are at 'Mama's Pizzeria'."

Tom and Maddie were great but could they be any more embarrassing? Sonic covered his face with his hands.

"Oh, dear ground that is underneath me ... please eat me."

Tom began to take pictures with his phone, he was so proud of his blue son.

Sonic just couldn't take it.

"Alright, we are leaving!" Sonic said as he stood up from his seat and tried to push Tom away.

"Wait, you are not going to introduce me to your girlfriend?" Tom asked.

"She is not my girlfriend!" Sonic said and he got closer to Tom and whispered. "You are embarrassing me!"

But before leaving, Sonic needed to ask Maria for a favor.

"Oh Maria, Amy seems comfortable with you." Sonic turned to look at the blond one who stood up from her seat. Amy followed her as well. "Do you think Amy can stay with you? Looking at how Tom reacted ... I just know that at my home she will be too overwhelmed."

"You go in peace Sonic, I will take good care of Amy," Maria smiled as she looked at Amy.

Almost as if she was scared, Amy got closer to Sonic and with a panic she held his hand. "Wait, don't leave me!"

Sonic felt bad for the pink one. He saw so much of him in her. They were so similar but at the same time so different. He didn't how to express himself although he wanted to bring her comfort. Sonic wanted Amy to be safe and he made a promise to himself that he will help her and protect her.

"Don't worry, I will come back!" Sonic said as he softly grabbed her hand, caressing it.

"You promise?" Amy asked innocence filled her voice.

"I, Sonic Wachowski the Hedgehog promise to visit Amy Rose every day after school," Sonic said.

"Amy ... Rose?"

"Yes, since you didn't have a last name I thought I should give you one." Sonic smiled and for a moment Amy's heart skipped a bit. "From now on you are Amy Rose! Because you are pretty and strong like one!"

They both look at each other's eye and for a moment Amy's felt different. Her heart began to beat faster, she felt the heat rise to her cheeks especially when Sonic smiled at her with such warmness.

SNAP SNAP

Tom interrupted the moment as he began to take more pictures of them.

"Don't mind me," Tom said, "You both are just too adorable!"

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A/N: I hope you like this boo! Thank you again for showing me support. I love your work, keep it up

I am currently working on prompts! Thank you everyone~

[eunsoyi]

I just stumbled on your blog with the we made it fic and it was so good 💗💗 I was wondering if you could write a one-shot of Kuroo proposing to his s/o? Thank you so much if you do 💗💗💗💗💗

the most unromantic proposal of all time

kuroo tetsurou has never loved anyone or anything more than he loved you.

it was a stretch for some, saying that a love that extreme cannot and will not exist. to be frank, he had the same mindset as them as well. he thought it was impossible for someone to devote themselves to another person with all their being, since in the end, it will all end in heartbreak.

but you? you were different.

he had to admit, he would do anything for you in a heartbeat. he’d climb the highest mountains, cross the deepest seas, hell, he would even take a bullet for you if he had to. his feelings were overwhelmingly clichè, but it was the truth, nonetheless.

when tetsurou finally decided he’d spend the rest of his life with you, it did not shock his friends. he loved you. no, he loves you, with everything that he is. and everyone knew you felt the same.

tetsurou called out his nekoma teammates and some of the volleyball boys whom he had spent his college life with and started planning. “i didn’t know you were capable of this.” kenma nonchalantly said while tetsurou pouted in response. “i just want the best for her.”

“we know.”

the plan was very simple, yet somehow it was over-the-top as well. during new year’s, after the two of you would visit the shrine together in the morning, he was supposed to take you to your most favorite place ever which was tokyo disneyland, and it was also the same place where you and tetsurou had your first date. after that, he will bring you back to your childhood home (with your parents’ permission, of course) and in the backyard, you’ll have an evening picnic with candles and yummy food, and an outdoor movie theater. however, instead of showing you a movie, he would pop in a video he and kenma made where he will finally ask you to marry him. once you say yes (and he knows you will say yes), your friends and family will jump out from inside the house and surprise you and yell out a ‘congratulations’, complete with a banner and some party poppers.

it was cheesy and way too romantic, but it was perfect.

“you better not mess up.” daichi warned after hearing the plan.

“i won’t. when did i ever mess up?”

“you have a point.”

the holidays came by pretty quickly, and you had decided to stay with tetsurou over christmas. you brought over some fried chicken and pizza (which in your defense was the perfect christmas food) and binge-watched hunter x hunter with him, much to tetsurou’s dismay. he did expect a more romantic christmas with you, but he was exhausted from work as well.

“you know what? this is fine.” he grinned and snuggled up next to you.

“i told you so.”

he could not focus at all. usually, he’d give a snarky remark at how he’s much more handsome than your anime crush, chrollo, but for some reason today, he could only see you.

you were beautiful, despite the pizza crumbs and the oil and grease on your face, your strained, red eyes from watching, and your mouth that was slightly agape whenever a fight would come on tv. in tetsurou’s eyes, you were the most beautiful person in the planet. and looking at you, this was the sight he wanted to see for the rest of his life. he wanted to be beside you forever, watching anime and eating greasy christmas food.

his hands went over in his pocket and felt the familiar velvet box that he had bought weeks prior. his impatience grew and his heart was on the verge of bursting.

he wanted to marry you, right here, right now.

he paused the show, flashed out the box and the ring in a very uncool manner and knelt in front of you.

“tetsurou, what are you-“

“y/n, marry me.”

the words he had written down before that served as his speech guide were all thrown out the window. you smirked and let out a soft giggle.

“this is super unromantic, tetsurou.”

“i am well-aware of that.” he rolled his eyes and let out a soft chuckle. “so is that a yes, or?”

“duh.”

he happily slipped the ring on the finger where you didn’t touch any food and gave your forehead a kiss. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you more.”

he’s for sure going to get scolded by his friends once they find out that he had just pulled the most unromantic proposal of all time, but he was fine with that.

he was marrying you, and that was enough.

aaa i love this request sm thank u anon!

[dykerory]

do you want a headcanon? lita accidentally burning herself holding a hot plate or playing w matches or something completely trivial & mick ABSOLUTELY panicking worrying sick & lita being all stop suffocating me you're being uncool like it doesn't even hurt that much & mick flight or fight is in CHAOS rn bc he wants to faint but he's also doesn't want lita to be scarred & go through even a fraction of what he did growing up & while he's trying to ask ali if their insurance will cover this lita is just embarrassed but like, a little happy, just a little, that her loser dad cares so much, like, it's stupid, and she'll never tell him, but like, it's sort of sweet in a totally lame kind of way. she tells him if he takes her out for ice cream it'll make her feel better and now they accidentally robbed an ice cream truck & ali is all, WHERE ARE WE GOING TO PARK THIS MICK and mick is all, um, congratulations kid, your first car, & lita is just thinking that the back has just enough room to make out w joss AND nora west allen

[dandelionflower]

Felix Month

Day 9: Tragic

It was tragic, really.

Lila Rossi lost the baking competition against Marinette. She revealed her lies, as per their agreement, and the class fell apart.

Truly tragic.

Alya was in denial, typing furiously on her phone, trying desperately to find some truth. She was fact checking everything. Too late.

Nino was in shock. He sat, rigid stiff, staring at Lila and the rest of the class. He stared at Alya, who had trusted Lila the most, who pushed him to believe her as well, and he moved ever so slightly away from his girlfriend. Their relationship would need to be rebuilt from scratch after this massive betrayal.

Rose was on the phone, crying to Prince Ali, apologizing over and over for not believing him. Rose was always far too trusting. Just not to the people who mattered.

Juleka patted her shoulder, silent as always. There was something in her eyes, though. Something that wanted to scream.

Mylene was weeping, immediately after the news had stuck, she had ran to Marinette, apologizing. She hugged her and apologized again. She was the first one.

Ivan was struggling with an enraged Alix, but he seemed to be fighting himself too. His eyes never left Mylene.

Alix was clawing and fighting her captor with every bone in her body. Odd, Felix didn’t remember her being lied to specifically.

Chloe was cackling. She was painting her nails. She would relish in watching the class regret siding with Lila. They should have stuck with her. Better an evil queen than a witch.

Sabrina sat close to Chloe, camera at the ready. She would be prepared to film the action when it occurred. For once, she benefited from following Chloe.

Nathaniel shrugged. He was never involved with Lila anyway. He was unaffected. He was one of the few.

Max was broken. He stared at a printed sheet of lies, scanning again and again. He was wrong. Anger flashed in his eyes as he glanced at the one who fooled him. Calculated became feral.

Kim was shaking Max, trying to do anything to wake him up. He even pulled out Markov, who claimed Lila had muted him once he started fact checking. They were unaffected, the only others.

Finally, Max leapt over the desk, hands bent like claws. Kim jumped after him, tackling the genius. “What are you doing!”

Alix took the opportunity to slip out of Ivan’s arms and skate up to Lila. “How dare you! You broke Max, Alya, Nino, even Juleka! You hurt Marinette!” She turned to her. “I’m sorry we didn’t believe you, we should have trusted you.”

Marinette looked up from where she was comforting Mylene. “I accept your apology, but it’s going to take some time for me to forgive you.”

Alix nodded, sitting next to her as Rose and Juleka came up and offered their apologies. Ivan was next, and then came Kim and Max, who had recovered from his momentary fury.

Soon, the only ones who hadn’t come up to apologize to Marinette were Alya, who was still trying to prove her wrong, Nino, who wouldn’t leave his girlfriend and best bro, Chloe, who doesn’t like apologizing and would probably just send a gift later, Sabrina, who apologized that morning, Lila, and Adrien, who sat by with a pitiful look in his eyes.

Felix came forward from his spot at the doorway. “Nette, why don’t you go out to Andre’s for some ice cream, to celebrate and recover.”

She grinned. “Sure! Come on guys!”

As she lead them off, one by one they each made eye contact with Felix. We won’t hurt her again.

Marinette’s head popped back in. “Chloe? Sabrina? You guys want to come?”

Chloe shook her head. “We would rather see whatever comes next.”

“Felix?”

He gave her a smile. “I’ll be there in a second. I have a few words to say.”

Confusion passed over her face, before she nodded and left, surely happy to be with her friends again.

Felix shut the door, turning to glare at the four. “You are all horrid, despicable people for not apologizing to Marinette after what you did.”

Lila burst into tears. “I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I did that! I-“

“Cut it out.” Felix fixed Lila with a look that could kill. “No one here is pitying you.”

Alya stared at Felix. “How dare you! Lila is clearly remorseful, let her apologize!”

“No one wants her apologies. Especially or Marinette. It’s you three that did wrong.”

“Marinette did wrong! She publicly humiliated Lila!”

“Would you rather she let Lila continue lying to you?”

“She wasn’t hurting anyone.”

“She was hurting Marinette! She threatened her in the bathroom and effectively turned the class against her and none of you were the wiser.”

“I knew.” Adrien stood up. “But this won’t help. It’s only hurting Lila. This is why I told Marinette not to expose Lila. She’s going to get akumatized now.”

Felix turned, not acknowledging Adriens foolish comment. “Did you get that?”

Sabrina nodded. “I can have it edited and ready for publishing by tomorrow.”

“Excellent.” He began to leave before stopping and staring at Nino. “I hope you think about what you’ve seen and ask for forgiveness soon. The other two don’t think they did anything wrong, I should hope you possess at least a tiny bit of remorse.”

Nino nodded, eyes hollow and contemplative.

“As for the rest of you, stay away from Marinette, she’s happy now and if you change that, I will end you.” With that threat, Felix left to join Marinette at the ice cream stand, a still cackling Chloe and giggling Sabrina following.

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When Felix left the school, Marinette and her group of newly returned friends were standing outside waiting for him. Rose was standing in front, animatedly telling a story, Juleka standing close by, muttering minor corrections.

Marinette turned, “Felix! Felix’s here, guys. Let’s go to Andre’s.”

As they walked, Felix gravitated towards Marinette, not unlike the rest of the class. However, unlike with the class, she grabbed his arm and matched her step with his, immediately beginning to talk about her latest design. He smiled, Marinette always knew how to calm him down.

As they arrived at Andre’s they separated. Ivan and Mylene went first, greeting Andre and receiving a couples ice cream. As that was the only official couple, they all went alone after that.

Alix received a vanilla and coffee bean cone, “perfect for the solo athlete.”

Max received an orange, peach, and blackberry cone, “there’s someone out there for you yet, robotic intellect.”

Kim stepped up and got a strawberry, watermelon and blueberry cone. “It may be a time to change flavors.”

For Rose, vanilla. “I don’t need to know my soulmate! It’ll happen when it happens.”

Juleka, chocolate. “Same.”

Nathaniel received a myriad of flavors. “I don’t even know what this means…”

Then Felix stepped up. He hadn’t tried Andre’s ice cream before; however, he had his suspicions of what it would turn out to be.

“Blueberry for her eyes, blackberry for her raven hair, and rasberry for her favorite color!” Andre leaned forward as he gave Felix his cone, “I’m very sorry, but the object of your affections has her eyes on a mint eyed boy.”

“I’m well aware, thank you.” As he accepted the cone, he heard Marinette’s scoop combination.

“Ah! A new cone? Good, between you and me, the other’s combination was a bit toxic. Icy blueberry for his eyes, vanilla for his hair, and some caramel.”

“What’s the caramel for?”

“That’s a secret only they and I know.”

As Felix sat on the bench, he saw Marinette begin to walk over to him. A brief surge of panic course through him. What would he do about the ice cream? He quickly schooled himself back to his usual demeanor. Leave it to Marinette, she’s been through a lot, let it be her choice.

Marinette squeaked. Felix looked up to see her staring at his ice cream cone, then at hers, then to his again.

“How about we table this for another day?” He suggested. “You’ve had enough drama.”

She looked up at him and nodded, sliding next to him and resting on his shoulder. They ate their ice cream while Felix stared at the sunset and Marinette watched her peers talk and enjoy their ice cream.

The silence was soon interrupted, though, by the vibration of Marinette’s phone. She lifted it and grinned, angling it so Felix could see. “Look.”

Nino 🎧: sorry about the lila thing and not apologizing sooner

Nino 🎧: it was uncool of me

Felix grinned at her. “Looks like there’s still hope.”

His own phone rumbled. He lifted it and couldn’t help but smirk when he read the messages.

Happy: I can’t believe Alya and Adrien would do something like that!!!! 🥺😢😭

Purple: Nice job putting them in their place👍

Giant: Lila, Alya, and Adrien? How can anyone use the Ladyblog now?

Robot: I cannot say it was suprising to see Alya and Adrien’s reactions. Congratulations on lecturing them.

Jock: Alix and I are planning murder

Skater: I CANT BELIEVE IT!! ALYA I GET BUT ADRIEN!! IM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM!!

Illustrator: did you see the video?

Henchgirl: Video edited and delivered

Horrid Blonde: I hope you don’t mind, but I had Sabrina add some aftermath to the vid

He allowed himself another glance at Marinette, who had started a conversation with Mylene, before replying. Turns out a little tragedy wasn’t so bad.

[lovelahela]

❛ i know it's today ❜ ─ lily spencer.

⇢ requested by @windswiftcupid !

⇢ pairing: lily spencer x mc (jade)

⇢ genre: fluff, highschool!au

⇢ song: i know it’s today ; shrek, the musical

⇢ description: in which lily spencer, just another tech crew kid, likes the out-of-her-league female lead.

⇢ word count: 1399

⇢ notes: i’m sorry for the long wait esp if it didn’t end up being worth it skjfasf if u want a part two i’d love to write it!

Theatre was the bright bubble in Lily Spencer’s stressful world,  a place the inner life of the human soul comes to dance, sing and exclaim of all that really matters. High school was not an easy stage in life, at least for people like Lily, who are kicked to the side as outcasts who don’t fit in with the social norm. Maybe it was her weird love for video games, or her impeccable skill of spilling word vomit and ultimately embarrassing herself; either way, Lily made peace with being an outcast, no matter what the reason for her exclusion was.

There were people like Lily; cast aside, viewed as peculiar and “uncool.” And then there were people like Jade; popular, loved, adored by all. Jade was out of her league, of course; when you’re a hyperactive nerd crushing on a lead actor that is - defying all laws of physics and the universe - also the captain of a varsity team and the president of several clubs with outstanding grades, you realize your chances are quite slim.

She did like girls, though, so Lily never truly surrendered her dream of snatching a gorgeous, rare specimen like her.

“Spencer! Were you paying attention?” Mr. Castellanos, the school’s economics teacher, snapped impatiently at the daydreaming girl sitting at the back of her class. She had paced her cheek on her fist and was gazing dreamily at the wall behind him, igniting a spark of exasperation for what seemed like the thousandth time since he had begun teaching her.

She jumped in her seat at the abrupt yell, earning snickers from her classmates. Jax Matsuo, a fellow outcast (although he was definitely loved by the female population more than his peers, considering he was quite handsome and gave off “bad boy” vibes) nudged her playfully from behind and whispered, “Oooooh, busted.”

“Uh - I - Of course I was!” Lily lied straight through her teeth while looking the teacher straight in his angered eyes. Her heart could run whole marathons at the rate it had been beating, and her hands began to sweat. At that point, all pairs of eyes present in the room had been on her, including her raging crush.

“Oh? Then tell me what the financial gain made in transactions is.”

She gulped nervously. Shit, crap, damn it all to every hell, she swore profusely in her mind. Mr. Castellanos raised his eyebrows at her expectantly. Out of the corner of her slightly widened eyes, she spotted - to her shock - Jade waving to grab her attention. Once they locked eyes, her heart skipped a beat and a fuzzy feeling warmed her stomach. Shut up, stomach, now isn’t the time, hissed Lily mentally. Jade gestured to her lips, and mouthed clearly: PROFIT.

Lily immediately made eye contact with the economics teacher once again and blurted out the answer that her classmate gave her so quickly and panickedly that it made him slightly suspicious. He narrowed his eyes at her, but nonetheless congratulated her for answering correctly.

“Good to know you’re not completely useless in my class, Spencer. Don’t let me catch you like this again.”

Lily let out a long breath in relief and a grin resembling that of a maniac stretched across her lips. With reddened cheeks and pinkish ears, she mouthed a thank you to Jade, who returned it with the warmest smile she had ever been given.

You had better believe that particular moment was the only thing Lily thought of until the end of the school day. On her way to lunch, through Eng. Lit., during her mathematics class - the single topic on her mind was Jade. She couldn’t believe how childish she had been acting and felt as though she was back in elementary school with the biggest schoolgirl crush.

Eventually, rehearsal rolled around. All the theatre kids gathered in the theatre, discussing their plans for upcoming rehearsals before the big day. The play they were preparing for was, to Lily’s delight, Shrek: The Musical. She remembered laughing like a madwoman with the Costume and Makeup crew, who adored the idea of making the most pompous boy in their school look like a large, green ogre. It was beautiful, really.

Lily positioned herself next to the tech crew’s equipment as Jade, who played the eldest version of Fiona (she had been glad they didn’t rob her of the part for not being light-skinned), readied herself to begin singing one of Lily’s favourite parts of the musical - I Know It’s Today.

She watched as the child and teenage Fiona sang their parts beautifully and adjusted the lighting accordingly. The youngest had quite the magnificent voice, Lily knew she would go far in life. She could barely prepare herself when she realized Jade’s verse was approaching, knowing she would be just as affected by it as she always was.

“Here come the waterworks,” whispered the person in charge of the music, Nicole, jokingly. Lily poked her in the ribs with a childish huff.

Jade finally appeared, wearing a long ginger wig and a green dress that fit her like a glove. Her powerful, melodious voice rang throughout the theatre loudly and clearly, striking a chord within every occupant of the room - even their jaded and strict director, Kamilah Sayeed. Lily’s eyes glazed over with a glossy coat of tears threatening to spill over her cheeks. Her voice was beauty, music, grace. It was the promise of tomorrow, and Lily never wanted it to end.

“Lil, are you crying?” chuckled Nicole quietly, careful not to disrupt the rehearsal.

“No, I just have a tree in my eye.” Her voice quivered when she answered, and when she saw Nicole eyeing her with a single quirked eyebrow and a smirk, she huffed out again. “Both eyes.”

The blonde next to her shook her head with a knowing smile, but Lily completely ignored her and centred her focus on the singing beauty on the marvellously decorated stage.

Once rehearsal was over, Lily waited at the bus stop nearest her school to finally go home and unwind from such a long and tiring day. She stared at the blue sky above, adorned with pure clouds and the occasional soaring bird. She sensed someone take a seat next to her, but took no notice of them.

“Wow, no thank you, Jade, for the heroic save during Econ?”

A shriek unwillingly barreled out of her lips as she jumped yet again in her seat, startled by the sudden appearance of Jade. She sat next to her, the uncoolest person in the world, of all people? Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Lily avoided Jade’s gaze and stammered the worst apology in the universe, earning a hearty laugh from the latter.

“Relax, Lils, I was just joking!” Her pearly whites almost blinded her when she showcased her megawatt smile. Lily squeaked pathetically at the sound of that nickname, unaware that Jade even knew her name. “You do a great job with the tech crew, by the way. You’re a pretty cool gal.”

“I… Pretty… Gal? Cool?” The gay panic is too much for me to handle, cried the mortified teenager in her anxious mind.

She chuckled nervously. I’m in danger.

“I’m sorry we never got the chance to hang out before, I usually try to get to know everyone in the club. How about I make it up to you?” Her gaze was soft and friendly, making her feel weak in the knees despite being seated. Her stomach did somersaults.

“You - I - Yeah. Cool. Cool. SURE!” She cringed at the way her voice cracked when she all but screamed the last word.

Jade smiled warmly. “You don’t have to be nervous around me, you know!”

“Easier said than done,” muttered Lily, but it was loud enough for her companion to catch it.

“Come on, there’s an ice cream parlour just down the road! Ditch the bus, I’ll give you a ride home when we’re done.” Jade grabbed her hand firmly and yanked her onto her feet, excitedly dashing down the asphalt with a very confused but very ecstatic Lily Spencer attempting to catch up without tripping over her own two feet. A grin crept and the air grew thick with a tenderness that couldn’t help but make her breathe faster, happier.

Maybe Jade wasn’t as unreachable as the glittering stars in a night sky like she thought she was.