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1x01 | 1x10
HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL: THE MUSICAL: THE SERIES
Ricky & Nini — 1x10: Act Two
Ricky X Nini S1
“Ricky…um. You know in musicals when people burst into song when they’ve run out of things to say?”
“Yeah.”
“Sometimes it’s easier to just kiss.”
Stargazing
Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!Reader
Summary: “Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.” “You look handsome in the moonlight.” *fluff*
Key: Y/N= your name
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“They’ll never make it.”
“Greez! Not funny,” Cere slapped the Lateron on his top right shoulder. She scooted her chair closer to the table to get a better look at Cal and Y/N on the couch. She watched for a minute as they just chatted with each other. “I think they’re cute. Y/N seems to get through to him in a way we never could.”
“Still, they’re going to fast,” Greez turned his back to his dinner to look at the two sitting on the couch. “In my day...”
“In your day, there was no Empire.” Merrin appeared and walked over to the table. “While I do not understand your relationship culture, I would say they get along well and they seem to care for each other. Is that not enough?” She looked concerned, like maybe she did not understand the culture at all and was afraid she would be wrong.
Cere gave her a quick, reassuring smile. “That’s exactly enough,” Cere stared Greez down with a pointed look.
Greez grunted dejectedly then snatched up his dinner. “I’m gonna eat this in the cockpit,” and he stormed off. Cere just sighed and invited Merrin to join her at the table.
Cal watched as Greez stomped past the two of you. He turned to look at you with an innocent curiosity, “What do you think’s wrong with him?”
“I don’t think he likes me much.”
“What! How could he not like you?”
You looked into his puppy dog eyes, and melted under his adorable gaze. You could not understand how he did it. Cal was always perfectly sweet and a little confused, it broke through everything you had built up to protect yourself during your time rebeling against the Empire, it felt awful and amazing all at once. “Don’t worry about it right now. I’ll talk to him later.” You watched as his lips turned into a subtle smile. You scooted slightly closer to him, letting your legs touch ever so gently.
A blush spread quickly up Cal’s cheeks and he went to lean closer to you when-
“Landing! Everybody get into their chairs so we can be safe,” Greez’s voice rang throughout the Mantis, shocking you and Cal into jumping apart.
Cal ran a hand over the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly, “Guess we gotta...go...sit.”
You grinned back at him and nodded. You watched as he walked into the cockpit and sat next to Greez.
“You and Cal are very compatible,” Merrin’s voice came from behind you.
You jump and grab at your chest. After catching up to your heartbeat, you spun around to look at her. “Merrin! You startled me.”
“Apologies. I just thought I should tell you.” She studied your currently blush filled face for a moment. “Have I upset you? Your face is flushed.”
You touched your cheeks gently. “Uh, no. No. I’m not upset. Uh...thank you. I guess.” You watched her nod slowly and wander over to a place to sit before landing. It was that obvious, huh, even Merrin could tell you liked Cal. It felt like everyone, even BD-1, could tell you like Cal. Everyone except the daft boy himself.
As you sat during landing, you couldn’t help but think about those grassy, green eyes of his and the way they look at you when you talk to him. And the way he ruffles his rusty colored hair when he doesn’t know what to do. You let out an audible sigh, and immediately regretted it. You glanced made sure no one heard it, but then you caught his eye and he smiled at you. Gods, you could have melted right then and there.
Tonight, you thought to yourself, I’m telling him tonight.
The Mantis took to landing in a big open field in the middle of the forest, an area where Imperials are to lazy to travel all the way to and check. This was one of your first contributions to the group when Cal saved you from the troopers in one of the villages nearby. In all honesty, this place was beautiful but came with heavy baggage that you never really wanted to come back to. But for the Resisitance, for Cal, you would do almost anything.
You landed around the highest point in the moons’ rotation. The stars were sparkling and you knew the night would be warm. It was always warm and comfortable. Right after landing, Greez and Cere took off to meet with a Resistance informant.
Before leaving, Cere pulled you aside. You looked at her in confusion before she gave you a slight smile. “You and Cal should go stargazing, it’s a lovely evening.” You immediately looked to the ground and started stuttering a response when she gave your shoulder a pat and walked away.
“I will be exploring this evening.” Merrin’s deadpanned voice again surprising you. You just nodded in response, trying to calm you heart for the second time.
As you stood there regaining your sense of being, Cal cleared his throat behind you. You spun around ready to hit something this time.
“Woah! Hold it. It’s just me.” His eyes dug into yours and you relaxed.
“Sorry, it’s just...Merrin puts me on edge when she does that.” You both laughed lightly then stood in a pleasant silence. You were the one to break the silence when you asked Cal, “Would you like to go stargazing?”
A wide grin broke across his face, “I’d like nothing more.”
The two of you made your way to the top of the Mantis, bringing one of Cal’s ponchos to use as a blanket. As you acended the ladder, Cal reached the top first and offered you his hand as you followed up behind him. You took his hand and stepped onto the top of the ship. Cal laid down his poncho and the two of you took a seat.
The two of you made pleasent conversation, you told him stories of other rebels you had met and he’d talk about some of the weird things he found while scrapping ships. At some point, Cal ended up sitting behind you as you told him about the first time you had talked to a Force-wielder, she had really cool duel lightsabers.
You had only noticed when you felt a light tugging at you hair. You bend your head backwards to look at him, “What are you doing?” You giggled slightly at the concentration in his face.
“Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.” He pushed your head back up and went back to the light tuggin of your hair.
“How do you know how to braid hair?”
“I learned when I was a padawan, I watched as many fellow padawans get their braids done and kind of picked it up.”
“Oh,” you forgot to hide your surprise, “I always forget that you’re a Jedi.”
“Well, I’m not technically. I never went through the final trials.” You heard the sadness in his voice. “The Jedi Order fell before I was even any bit prepared to take them.”
You gently reached back and took his hands off your hair. You scooted around to look at him and took his hands in yours. “I’m sure you would’ve made a great Jedi.” Your eyebrows raised slightly in a reassuring expression. Cal gave you a crooked smile and gripped your hands a little tighter.
Hesitantly, you leaned forward and touched your forehead to his, and felt as he leaned into it. Your shoulders relaxed and in that moment, everything felt right.
You two sat like that forever, your original task left up in the heavens as you experienced the galaxy right across from you. The wind gently caressed you two and the moonlight seemed to glow brighter. The Empire and the Resistance was forgotten. Greez, Cere, Merrin all left behind this moment.
Every little moment between the two of you was deepening this contact and it was perfect.
“Hey! Cal! Y/N! Get down from there!” Greez’s voice was so faint, but it broke through the silence that Cal and you were so desperate to share.
You pulled away first, looking into his eyes with an understanding you felt more than knew. He looked content and happy, all you had ever wanted for him.
You leaned forward, so you could speak only to him. “You look handsome in the moonlight,” you whispered in his ear. When you pulled back, you could see the tips of his ears grow pink.
The ship was never the same after Cal met Y/N.
Noir Princesses by Ástor Alexander
Final Fantasy VII (1997)/ Final Fantasy VII Remake (2020)
Plan of Sass
Obvi hella random, but just had the greatest thought. When my ex-boyfriend comes around with a new girl, I’m going to be using the Elena Fischer style introduction: say my name and “Last year’s model” cause she is my inspiration and role model.
what most people think hufflepuffs are like
hufflepuff: friends! happiness! cuddles!
what hufflepuffs are actually like
hufflepuff: yeah i had like 3 mental break downs last night, but it washed all my makeup off so i’m kinda thriving
I’m calling it. This is gonna be the new Keanu meme. It’s gonna go with everything, happy and sad. Lemme prove it.
When you get an A+ on your exam:
When you get a D- on your exam:
When you save $1.50.
When you spend $1.50.
When John Wick saves a puppy.
Your turn, Tumblr. Keep it going.
Summer finally starts but you hate hot weather, along with the humidity and bugs, and don’t want it to be Summer.
relaxed
get yourself a girl that can do both😘
you’re sweeter than summer, baby
Title: Prelude
Character: Miles Morales
A/n: Another Miles story because he’s a cutie and since tumblr is sleeping on my boy I’m gonna be writing a frickton for him because he deserves it.
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Vzzt…Vzzt…
You felt your eyes slowly flutter open, blinking every now and then as the inside of your bedroom began to come into focus. The sky outside was a still a deep blue and your brows furrowed at the idea of someone calling you at whatever early hour it was.
One of your hands reached up to rub at your eyes, and after a few seconds, you began to feel yourself slowly fall back to sleep. The movements of your hand slowing to a stop when the exhaustion made your eyelids feel as heavy as anchors.
Vzzt…Vzzt…
You shot up again, trying to locate where your phone was. After scanning the entirety of your bed, you leaned your head over the side and saw it laying on the carpet. You reached out to pick it up again, noticing the caller was an unknown number.
You slid the answer button, pulling your phone up to your ear and checking to see if the hall light was still on.
“Hello?” You whispered softly, deducting from the lack of any light outside your bedroom door that everyone in your house had gone to sleep.
“How’s it goin’, Sunshine?”
You shook your head and laughed, now knowing exactly who was calling. “Miles, I know I said we’d talk later but,” You moved your phone from your ear to look at the time. “It’s almost one in the morning.”
“That’s late for you? It’s Friday night. You gotta live it up a little, Sunshine.”
You hummed, shifting in your bed so your back rested against the wall. “Technically, it’s Saturday morning now, Morales,” You heard him chuckle and it made you smile. “You know, I think you gave me that nickname because you were all talk about remembering my real name.”
He feigned an overdramatic and clearly insulted gasp. “I was not!”
“No? What is it then?”
“(Y/f/n).”
It was now your turn to laugh. “Alright, touché. So, what are you even doing up so late?”
He made the ‘i-don’t-know’ noise and you heard him laugh. “Parents both working overtime and I can’t get myself to fall asleep. Usually Ganke’s stupid monitor lights keep me up but this is all my own doing.”
“And you thought to call me? I’m flattered.”
“Well if we’re gonna be friends, I think we need to lay down some foundation don’t you think?”
“Earliest hours of a Saturday morning and you wanna have a chat?”
You could practically hear the beaming smile stretch on Miles’ face. “I couldn’t think of a better time to get to know someone. So, what do you say?”
And so you did, for the next hour and a half maybe, the two of talked over the phone. It started out simple with a round of 20 questions, the basic ‘What’s your favorite color?’ or ‘what conspiracy theory do you most believe in?’.
Then slowly they shifted into more serious stuff. Miles told you about his Uncle Aaron and how he’d always find places Miles could put his graffiti up on. And how it was still weird to think he wasn’t gonna be around anymore.
You listened intently as he spoke about his uncle, easily telling he cared about him very much. You didn’t want to interrupt his train of thought, you didn’t know if he had time to fully process or grieve yet.
“I’m sorry to hear about your uncle, Miles. He seemed great.”
“It’s alright, happens to people all the time. Uncle Aaron wouldn’t want me moping about it for very long.”
The line went quite for a few moments, you could hear the sound of something scratching against paper. You closed your eyes and turned onto your side, letting your phone rest beside your head.
Then Miles began humming, it was some upbeat song you couldn’t quite recall the name of. He was a little pitchy, but it made you smile nonetheless. All the comforting noises coming together to lull you into a state of semi-unconsciousness.
Miles looked up from his work, and noticed how long your phone call had been going on for. But it only felt like minutes had gone by.
It was nice being able to do that with someone.
“You still there, (Y/n)?” He asked, noticing that the only sounds on your end was the steadiness of your breathing.
You hummed, taking a deep inhale as you tried to regain focus. “Just trying to make sure you were paying attention. Besides, how could anyone sleep with such a virtuoso singing to them?”
Miles eyes went wide and he leaned back in his desk chair, covering his embarrassment with a laugh. “Yeah, I do that a lot apparently.”
You shook your head. “What’s that scratching sound I kept hearing? Are you drawing another design?”
Miles looked at the peice of paper he had taped to his board. It really had just started out as a doodle, your name sprawled out on the page in swirly letters. But then you two started talking and he got an idea for a full image.
There was a reason he asked for your favorite color.
But there was no way he was about to tell you that.
So instead he did the next best thing and completely redirected the subject.
“How come you always seem to know so much about me? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you might have a thing for me.”
Ah, there he goes again. Letting his mouth talking without getting any kind of consent from his brain.
Miles was about to sputter out some kind of cover up but you simply laughed.
“No, Ganke was just telling me how cool he thinks your art is. All the bright colors and the fancy calligraphy. Talk of the town is that you’re pretty good, would you ever let me see any of your stuff?”
Usually Miles was pretty confident about his art, he loved showing other people and getting their opinions. But for some reason, the thought you looking at them mare him nervous. It reminded him off all the times he wasn’t iffy about a design Uncle Aaron wanted to see.
But he had to play it cool.
“Course you can. Just say the word, Sunshine.”
You yawned, feeling yourself come close to maxing out on consciousness. “Miles,” You started before sighly deeply. “As much as I’m enjoying our conversation, I think Sunshine needs some shuteye.”
Miles pressed his cheek into his hand and smiled. “Okay, I’ll talk to you later then?”
You smiled, letting your eyes close. “Let’s try to make ‘later’ not one in the morning this time, alright?”
He chuckled and nodded his head, setting his pencil aside and taking you off speaker. When he brought his phone to his ear, he leaned backwards. “Can do, Sunshine. Have a nice night.”
“Nighty night, Miles.”
The line went silent again, but neither of you heard the click to here the line end. Though admittedly, you simply felt too tired to move again.
“I think this is the part where one of us hangs up, isn’t it?”
Miles shook himself out of his daydream and scratched his neck sheepishly. “Oh yeah, sorry about that.”
Wow this gave me feel really warm vibes 💕 love ur writing!