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[ambros1an]

sunday x reader - halovian courtship

warning: no spoilers, gn! reader, pining/soft sunday, Sunday info dumping as usual

summary: where Sunday will do everything except confess, and you just think he’s emotionally stunted.

a/n: i read about birds for this

halovian courting rituals

1. Gift giving. Like their close bird companions, Halovians participate in 'nuptial gifts,' a form of gift giving to a potential partner.

You were walking into the Oak Family Headquarters, Dewlight Pavilion, sent to deliver some letters. Although, you’ve been here before, it was still a bit nerve wracking to be in such a place, undetached from your usual position as a lower end employee.

The entrance to Oak Family Head’s office was right in front of you. You bite your lip, shifting the documents to your other arm and knock.

“Nightingale Famil-“

The door swings open. The family head holding the door stands to the side.

“Ah,” Sunday says your name, “it’s you.”

Your eyes widen, blinking a couple times. He remembers me?

“Yes, it’s nice to see you again Mr. Sunday. I’ve come with documents from the Nightingale family detailing a new plan for the dreamscape.”

He looks a bit disappointed?

He chuckles, then calls out to a lone employee, “you’re dismissed for today, I’ll take care of the rest.”

The Oak employee dips his head and leaves. Watching him leave fills a pit in your stomach.

“Mr. Sunday, is something wrong?”

Sunday sits up suddenly, “Oh, no. Not at all.” It’s that movement that makes you realize that he’s been fidgeting with something in his lap…Is he always like this?

“I guess I was just a bit surprised,” he smiles, looking down to the side. You caught him.

“Surprised? To see me?” Although Sunday and you have met a few times. It was always business, just like now—well maybe he did stare a bit intently at you before, but something really was different this time!

He looks up and sheepishly slides a box across the table. “Take it as…being a good part of The Family.”

For a few moments, your eyes set upon him. What is he planning? It’s a small box. Almost nothing could fit in there. You lift the top up.

You gasp. Earrings worth more than your entire life’s salary. You slam it shut.

“M-Mr. Sunday. This really isn’t necessary. I just—“ you ramble on. Sunday places his gloved hand on yours.

“Please, take it.”

Looking into his eyes, you realize that putting up a fight with the Oak Head won’t get you anywhere. You reluctantly take the box.

2. Preening. Similar to nature, touching a Halovian's wings is an intimate gesture to show one's interest in a romantic partner. Someone should never touch a Halovian's wings without asking!

Soon after, you come across Sunday again. This time at the Nightingale Family’s institution. You were putting away blueprints, plans and documents your coworkers left laying around haphazardly. When a familiar voice calls out to you.

“Good evening. Working hard, I see.”

“Mr. Sunday?”

He approached you, then looked around the room. He seemed to realize the situation you were in and scorned your coworkers. He mumbled something about you and moving to the “Oak Family.” As he spoke his wings were fluttering. They looked smooth and soft.

“You’ve been staring at my wings. Do they interest you that much?” He chuckles.

“Well, they are very pretty but—“

“Would you like to touch them?” A light blush spreads across his face. Despite that, he seemed perfectly poised. His hands clasped behind his back, standing straight and looking right at you.

“I-is that alright?” tumbles from your lips. You hesitantly reach out.

“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

Upon touching them, Sunday’s wings twitched away from you before settling down. The feathers are soft and plush. Some are darker in color while others are more pale. They’re surprisingly fluffy. A bit like fur but more delicate.

The blush darkened, his gaze shifted off to the wall. His composure utterly broken, his hands fidgeted behind his back.

“Did you know that birds groom each other as a social activity? It occurs between…ma-members of a flock.” He sputters. What is he saying?

Your fingers stroking his feathers create a flutter within his stomach. He leans into the touch. Taking that as a sign to continue, you reach farther up, a light brush into the coverts of his feathers. Sunday gasps and pulls away.

“…You must take good care of them. Are all Halovian wings soft like yours?”

He wishes that moment would never end.

3. Song. During courtship rituals many birds of different species tend to sing and dance. While that is popular among Halovian people, some may chose show affection through instruments instead.

One day, a notice appears at your door. Upon examining it you realize it’s an invitation from Sunday, instructing you to his office within the Dewlight Pavilion.

Could it be about the documents you sent him last time? You wrack your brain for any possible explanation. He had been acting weirder than usual.

Heat build up in your face upon recalling Sunday’s recent appreciation for you. The earrings that are far too expensive to wear anywhere, and even worse—you bury your face into your hands. In a profound display of unprofessionalism, he let you touch his wings.

Still, every muscle in your body jittered with excitement, even though it shouldn’t.

♫ ♬ ♩

Suddenly, the closer you got, the more the hallway echoed with the sound of a violin. Slowly, you carefully stepped towards the sound, till you found its source.

Sunday was playing the violin. You couldn’t help but freeze where you were and watch him. He truly did look like angel. As he drew his bow across the strings, the light from the window shined down on him. His hair reflected the light appearing almost white. Was he always this beautiful?

Abruptly, he stands up, “You’re early. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” you closed the door behind you, “I didn’t know you could play. What song was it?”

He places the violin down on his table and approached you, “It’s ‘Salut d’amor,’ one of the first pieces I learned how to play,” Sunday put his hand behind his back, “the dream master was the one that taught me.”

“It was very pretty, I can tell you’ve been playing for a long time.”

“Thank you.” A light blush spreads onto his cheeks, but it’s gone before you can realize it.

A loud silence sweeps the room. The two of you avert your eyes. This side of Sunday feels so different from what you’ve been told. He always maintains a professional barrier. But if so, what was this?

Sunday calls your name, “how do you feel about me?”

“What?” The question is so out of the blue, you must’ve heard wrong, “I think you’re a nice guy—“

“I meant as a partner, I thought you knew. Was I not obvious enough?” He mumbles over the last sentence.

“I—well—“ you stumble over your words. He was serious. The earrings, the wing touching, the invitation. You dismissed it as him buttering you up. The ‘most handsome man in Penacony’ as delegated by the latest magazines, had feelings for you?

Your face felt so hot, you felt as if you could combust into flames at any moment, “I feel the same.”

His expression softened. “That’s a relief, I don’t have to cancel those reservations then.”

“Reservations?! Mr. Sunday-“

“Just Sunday. I’ll pick you up later then,” he smiled, then placed his hand near your ear, as if looking for something, “Oh, but this time remember to wear those earrings.”

a/n #2: soft Sunday is real, did u see how protective he was of Robin in the quest? i need more hoyo. feed my delusion

[starkeyvhs]

wrong number

PAIRING: rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: your love life had some major updates but you ended up calling the wrong person for it (or maybe it was the right person all along?)

WORD COUNT: 938

WARNINGS: none?? just frat rafe, and shy reader

EDITH SPEAKS: this is such a random idea I had 😭 with the lack of my updates on my blog at the moment combined with my writers block, this is the best I can give you right now :’) if you like reading this, please reblog and share any feedback you may have 🍙

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“You won’t believe this, I swear you won’t!”

Huh?

Rafe brings down the phone from his ear, looking at the screen. Yeah, it’s definitely you, and you’ve never called him before to say something like this.

He attempts to say something, but before any words can leave his parted lips, you speak again. 

“God Sarah, it was crazy! Can’t believe you didn’t come to school today,”

Oh, so you wanted to call Sarah and not him. Rafe attempts to speak again but your train of words cuts him right off. 

“It was his match today, and god, he looked so good!” You sigh. “He looked just like a dream, I swear, and that last jump shot was so good! He’s made to be on the court I’m telling you Sar. Everyone says he’s the best captain the school team’s had so far.” 

Basketball team captain. 

So you’re talking about him.

Rafe’s lips remain parted as he listens to you speak on and on about him, and a small smirk curves his lips as he hears you rant. 

“And then, after the match, the entire team was celebrating in the cafeteria and I went there too and he saw me!” A small, elated scream erupts your lips. 

Rafe can’t help but silently chuckle at your words as he leans against the wall of his room, his ears only focused on what you’ve got to say about what happened at the cafeteria between you two. 

“And when he saw me, for a second I froze. Completely. But then he smiled at me and he winked at me, can you believe it!” Another elated scream leaves your lips, causing him to silently laugh again. 

Rafe has seen you around his house since you both were kids. The tight knit friendship of you and Sarah meant you hung out at Tanneyhill often. 

Were you ever subtle about your crush on him? 

You thought you were, but Rafe can provide you with over a hundred instances which prove you certainly weren’t. 

“He winked at me, and I swear my heart almost stopped!” You sigh, and Rafe can hear some rustling from your end of the phone; as you probably shift your posture on your bed. 

“Can you believe it, Sar? Rafe motherfuckin’ Cameron winked at me. And I know what you’re probably thinking. ‘He’s my brother ew don’t talk about him that way.’” You say, imitating Sarah’s voice, which causes Rafe to let out a silent chuckle. “But I don’t care if he’s your brother Sar. He winked at me! That’s insane dude, absolutely insane. He’s so amazing ugh and so perfect Sar, really,” 

You finally seem to take a breather, the voice on Rafe’s other end going silent as your breathing sounds through the microphone. 

And Rafe is quick to grab the moment. 

“I’m that amazing huh?” Comes out his voice, laced with complete cockiness, and you can hear the pride in his voice, can practically make out that irritatingly perfect smirk on his face. 

The line on the other side goes completely silent, your breathing not audible anymore either. Rafe just can imagine the look of shock on your face as you realise you’ve been ranting not to Sarah, but to Rafe himself.

“Uh– Rafe, uh… hey,” your voice comes out as a stutter, completely shaken with anxiety. Rafe knows you’re attempting so hard to hide that stutter from your voice, to seem as if you’re completely cool with this when you most certainly are not. 

Rafe can see two ways from here; first is he goes easy on you, understands how petrifying it is for you that you just practically confessed everything to him. 

Or, he can tease you. 

And Rafe certainly sees more fun in the second one. 

“Tell me how amazing you think I am,” he says, and that smirk on his face only increases more and more. “I wanna hear it once again,”

The way the line goes silent once again – Rafe just knows the impact his words are having over you. 

“Uh–” He can hear the way your words lodge in your throat, nothing completely articulated. He can just imagine how heated your cheeks must be from the embarrassment of being caught and then being put directly on the spot. “I’ll– I’ll talk to you later Rafe–”

“Aw come on, where are you going now?” He chuckles, shaking his head at your attempt to avoid the conversation. 

“I just… I’m kinda busy so–”

“No no just,” he takes a deep breath, his smirk now converting to a soft smile. “Just listen to me for a moment, yeah?”

It’s completely silent for a moment, but then a small ‘what?’ is heard from the other end. 

“If you give me the chance, I would love to take you out.” His voice is smooth just like butter, not a single stutter in the way he talks. “You free this Friday?”

The line goes silent for another moment. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m free,” your voice is low and soft, and Rafe knows how hard you’re trying to keep the pure elation out of your voice. 

“Okay,” he grins. “I’ll pick you up at 8 on Friday. It’s a date.” 

“Yeah, a date,” you mumble quietly. 

Rafe’s about to end the call, but he stops himself to say one last thing to you. 

“Oh, and make sure you call Sarah after this and not me, yeah? You’d probably wanna tell her everything.”

And without hearing your reply, but a clear picture of your heated cheeks and flustered expressions in his mind, Rafe cuts the call with the biggest grin on his face. 

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[chaeryeos]

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[haeivn]

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[jihwo]

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[seorain]

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[yuyinesque]

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⇥ Ⅳ. do not reprimand y/n. as a black individual, i primarily write for the black community. however, even if you aren’t black, you can still make requests, though please know that your race cannot be addressed. this does not apply if you’re mixed, however, for you’re still african american. i wish to not accidentally disrespect anyone’s culture, but i don’t mind if you were to give me a quick description of yourself (this is optional). yes, there will be times where y/n’s race is unspecified, though for a majority of the plot, y/n will be black or black-coded. i also write for male y/n, gender-neutral y/n, top y/n, switch y/n, sub y/n, female y/n, transgender y/n, plus-sized y/n, thin y/n, y/n with a skin condition, y/n with a mental/physical disorder, etc. i prefer to keep it diverse, ya feel me? while i don’t mind who reads my work, since i can’t necessarily kick the planet off my account, i do mind when y/n is being bashed over realistic issues that people go through incessantly. for the sake of respect, remain respectful, otherwise i will block you.

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[foreveric]

彡✧.* important update, please read!

— hey, all.

as you may know, hurricane debby has made landfall. unfortunately, we live in the state that this storm is targeting. although it appears as though we MAY be just outside of the worst of the storm, we're still going to make this post to say the following:

we MAY lose power. we're praying that we won't; but, if we do, you'll know why we may be a little bit inactive.

it may inflame our arthritis (yes, we have arthritis. it's called rheumatoid arthritis, and it sucks HUGE ass), so it could impact our ability to write/type.

storms are scary for us. since this is the first hurricane we're going to experience w/ this arthritis, we're very stressed & unsure of how our body is going to react to said storm.

sorry for so many updates recently, but we felt as though this was critical to post considering the hurricane quite literally just made landfall.

and also, we saw the new footage of TLOU s2 & OMFG the hype is so real. expect more TLOU stuff.

last thing: squid game s2 is also coming out soon, so we may get back into k-dramas and therefore may post some content for our favorites. we hope you can look forward to the many new content to come!

[starkeyvhs]

cw: soft!rafe, scholar reader / wc: 488 / masterlist / prompt taken from this list

Reader is stressed for finals so Rafe keeps sticky notes with words of encouragement on them in her textbook.

It’s that time of the year again. 

You are surrounded by an endless number of books, printouts of assignments and flashcards at the library, your mind not thinking a single thing beyond the millions of words scribbled over your study material.

It’s like your mind is becoming a huge boggling mess, forgetting what’s up and what’s down, and it doesn’t help when you keep on forgetting the things you swear you understand because you’ve done them nothing short of a million times. 

The frustration builds up in you like a dark, windy storm, frustration clouding every sense of yours. With a loud groan you scratch over the incorrectly solved numerical for the fourth time, almost tearing the page in the process. What is wrong with this? You flip through the pages which cover all your previous attempts at the goddamned numerical and every single word and number just looks like utter bullshit to you. 

You throw your pen to the side, the pen rolling off an opened notebook on the side and dropping to the floor. You rest your elbows on the table unceremoniously, crushing the papers you were just writing and aggressively scratching on, and bury your face in your hands. 

Your mind plays all the words, formulas and numbers from what you’ve been working on for – you don’t even know how long it’s been since you started studying, but you know it’s enough to turn your brain into a mush – and it only seems to mess up your mind even more. 

You shut the notebook close and slide it aside, bringing your theory textbook closer to you instead. Maybe some easy peasy theory instead of the mind mushing numericals will make you feel better. 

But the moment you open the book, the tiny font, the lack of any kind of media or color makes your head spin. You’re about to shut it close too and give up for the night but the corner of a yellow colored page sticking out a page in the middle of the book attracts your attention. 

You flip open to that page and see a square post-it sticking on the page. 

hey babe, you’re doing great! Don’t stress, you’ll do just fine :)

your rafe

A huge smile pulls your lips, lighting up your otherwise tired face. You glance over at the edge of your book again to see more corners of post-it notes sticking out, which makes you smile even wider. 

You open your book to all those pages and read them all one by one, every word like a soothing balm to your tired, jumbled mind. Once you finish reading them all, you carefully close your textbook, your smile still lighting up your face as you think over the sweet notes. 

God, you really do have the most adorable boyfriend ever.

[chaeryeos]

ꜝꜝ ㅤ100+ special!! ᶻ﹒𝑖zone ꜛ event ៶៸

hey guys! ty so so much for 100+ followers, this really means so much to me. its a huge milestone, even if it might not seem like a big one to you <3 time to celebrate with an event! (pls dont flop)

izone event! ﹕ how it works

✶ dm me a number from 1 - 12 (random numbers) and i will give you an izone member that you must make a moodboard with! (if you ask for an icon to start with, i will give you one)

✶ when you post the moodboard, please use the tag #izone﹕event and tag me @chaeryeos!

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first: 2 follows from me and/or @reibloggs/@micherre, 100 reblogs (@reibloggs), 3 free moodboards/edits of your choice!

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[so-lychee]

01. get up

02. i don't wanna fight your shadow

03. meet me back in five if i matter to you 

04. like you say i do

kerry || she/her | desi | scorpio | infp/enfp/intp ?? <3

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[cdbabymp3]

𐙚matt with a shy, but always horny gf

notes/warnings: suggestive, matt being a tease + very rusty with writing so sry if this is bad and short :P def gonna make this a lil series !!!!

full creds for this idea go to wifey @forevergirlposts <3

he loves to give you shit (jokingly) abt not verbalizing what you want

when you get all flustered on his lap from making out, he'll abruptly stop kissing you and be like "well, that was nice." AND GOES TO MOVE YOU OFF OF HIMSELF LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED and you choke on your words, clinging onto his sweatshirt to stay on his lap. "w-wait" you barely squeak out. "nah, i gotta go sweetheart." he says, continuing to get up, even though you both know he's just messing with you. "but-" you pout, so sexually frustrated that it's all you can do. "hm? somethin' you want?" he rasps, running a thumb along your bottom lip. you nod repeatedly, subconsciously rocking your hips against his lap, trying to make him understand what you're feeling without the embarrassment of saying it. your face gets so hot that you cover it with your palms in defeat. matt clicks his tongue in distaste, lightly grabbing your wrists and pulling them away so he can see you. revealing your flushed expression, he shakes his head with a little laugh to himself. "you know i always give you want you want," he leans back against the couch like how he was before, kissing your neck up to the shell of your ear slowly. his tongue swipes and nips at the sensitive skin before taking your earlobe and giving it a little bite. "just gotta ask."

divider from @ plutism !

[jihwo]

. . . my hands are shaking when you let go

[tashasbabe]

♱ late. — e.w drabble

“i’m still thinking about you.”

creds to @plutism & @chilumitos for the dividers!! :3

w/l : profanity, strap rubbing (i didnt know what to call it..), masturbation ౨ৎ i think thats all, lmk if i missed anything!!

not proofread + not using caps purposely.!

“ellie, where the fuck are my keys?! i’m gonna be late for my meeting!!” you yelled, looking around for both your girlfriend and your keys. you continued your endless search when you didn't hear a response, then,-

“come ‘n find em’.” ellie murmured from behind you, wrapping her arms around you and pressing herself against you. you felt that familiar bulge in her pants, plus, your keys. she knew exactly what she was doing, and, fuck, if it didn't turn you on. “shit.” you murmured, turning around in her arms and quickly reaching into her sweatpants, grabbing your keys immediately, trying so fucking hard ignore the urge to cup her strap. 

“not even gonna touch ‘er?” she asked gently, pressing her hand over yours to stop you from pulling your hand out of her pants. “e-ellie, stop,” you murmured, stuttering as you looked back up at her, instantly hypnotized by the gaze she gave you, her deep green eyes sinking into yours. “please. i’m gonna be late.” you sighed, trying once again to pull your hand away from her sweatpants, which she denied you of doing by pressing her hand down further.

“i don't care, don't make me ask.” she almost growled, all of a sudden turning very, very stern. you immediately complied, moving your hand to press it against her strap, which made the base of it press deliciously against her clit. she grunted softly, and you pressed down harder, making her moan out loud. “good girl, now- fuuuck..- go.” she murmured, moaning during the middle of her sentence due to you starting to rub the strap, causing the perfect friction against her clit.

“mmh, bye, baby.” you giggled softly, leaning up to press a kiss to her lips before finally removing your hand from her pants. you made your way to the door soon after, yelling out another “bye” before walking out the door and to your car. 

—

about 30 minutes after you left, there ellie was, on the bed, completely naked. “ohh my fuuuuck, babyyyy..” she moaned loudly as she masturbated to the thought of you, rubbing her clit at a vigorous pace. 

౨ৎ it was no doubt that tonight would be the night she made you cum harder than you ever have before. all from a little teasing.

a/n : this is just a little drabble & my first fic post!! please leave feedback.. is it horrible?? i feel like it is, but yet again it might just be the fact i'm literally so bad with wording and have the smallest vocabulary known to man..

[mistress-amidala]

Affairs of the Heart

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲

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First day of Junior year. You and Ahsoka stood, frozen in front of the big double doors. Books in hand, backpacks hanging from your shoulders. Yet neither of you moved a muscle. Until Ahsoka spoke up, “it’s not too late you know? We could fake our deaths, move to a different country.” She suggests, and as ridiculous as it sounded. You knew she was dead serious.

You turned to face her. A nervous smile tugging at your lips, “and face the wrath of Ben?” You digressed, raising a brow.

She nods, a nervous smile of her own forming on her lips. “Fair point.” You nod, anxiety gnawing at your gut. You both take a deep breath. “We can do this,” Ahsoka mumbles. “It can’t be that hard right?” She questions, turning to face you.

“It can’t be… people do it everyday. We should be fine… what’s the worst that could happen?” You ponder, looking back to her.

Ahsoka grimaces, “knock wood.” As she looks around for something to knock on. Coming up short she gently knocks your forehead. Making you narrow your eyes at her playfully. “Safety precaution,” she claimed with a teasing grin.

You sigh, looking back to the daunting double doors. “We gotta go…”

“I know,” she groans. Resting her head on your shoulder, a pout on her lips. You wrap your arm around her shoulder encouragingly. Gently tugging her along with you as your follow behind another group of juniors. Also anxious about their first day. “At least we have home room together,” she adds.

“Exactly,” you pat her shoulder. “We’re gonna be fine, plus at least your brother’s here. He can show us around.”

A cheeky smile tugs at her lips, a glint of something mischievous in her eyes. “Yeah, I’ve forgotten where everything is since orientation.” Making you chuckle as you head past the double doors, into the hallway. Bustling with other students, trying to find their home rooms. Luckily you two do have home room together you couldn’t imagine having to face the first day of school alone, looking around you feel a gentle tug on your arm. Snapping your head around, you see a pair of bright blue eyes. Behind a pair of familiar gold rimmed glasses. Anakin.

His thumb draws gentle comforting circles on your elbow, “are you alright? You look a little freaked,” he asks softly. Looking between you and Ahsoka, his gaze lingering on you. A smile plastered on his plump pink lips.

“We’re lost,” Ahsoka pipes up.

A knowing grin graces his face. As he nods in understanding, “I can see that Snips. What are your locker numbers?” Anakin questions softly, his brows furrowing. As he looked at the ink on your wrists where you’d written them so you didn’t forget. Making a soft chuckle slip from his parted lips. “Okay Snips you are…” He looks up to the various rows of lockers, “right there near the water fountain.”

Making her face light up, “score.” Anakin looks down, gently turning your wrist so he could see your locker number. The feel of your soft skin against his fingertips sending goosebumps along his skin. Accommodated by a faint blush scattering his cheeks, luckily for him you were too preoccupied looking for the matching number adorning your locker. Ahsoka on the other hand eyed her brother with a knowing grin, taking the few steps to reach her locker. Still well within eavesdropping distance of you two.

Anakin clears his throat to give him some semblance of control over his nerves. “Yours will be a little further down, I can take you if you want?” He suggests, his bright eyes gazing into yours. As his golden curls frame his face, perfectly. Staring back at him you feel your face get a little warmer from his undivided attention. Your eyes flicker away from him for a moment, to Ahsoka. Who was shoving her things into her locker.

Divider creds: @h-aewo @plutism