#we’re pausing this so much we’re never gonna get through this mf play

[seveneyesoup]

@rosybetta

[atlabeth]

fever - sokka x reader

this has been sitting in my drafts half finished for 3 weeks so i thot it was prime time i actually finished it

this is kinda based off the song w dua lipa and angele so you can listen to that if you want

summary: sokka's convinced there's a mystery illness keeping you from focusing, but somehow he's completely oblivious that the only 'sick' you are is lovesick, and he's the reason you can't focus.

a/n: i have never written a sickfic. but this is like. a fake sick fic. its an idiots in love fic. i mean this is coming from mr "is he taller than me? is he better looking?" himself so. it makes sense. as usual, this is not proofread bc im a lazy mf

also im sorry for being vague with the calc but i was NOT about to do math during summer who do you think i am? ??

wc: 1.7k

warning(s): mentions of being sick and 🤢calculus 🤮 but otherwise tooth rotting fluff

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How could the smartest man you knew be so, so incredibly stupid?

You thought that you were being obvious, so obviously that you were sure he knew. It was embarrassing how obvious you were.

You had met Sokka in your calculus class at the start of the new semester after you ended up sitting next to each other, and it wasn’t a stretch to say that you were immediately smitten. With eyes like the ocean and a face that had to have been crafted by the gods, you were almost too distracted to respond when he asked you for a pencil. But when he winked at you after giving his thanks, it only solidified what you had already suspected: you had known this man for all of five minutes, and you already had a crush on him.

Little did you know, it was going to turn into the most infuriating crush you had ever experienced.

You and Sokka became fast friends even though calculus was the only class you had together. Unfortunately, it was also something that you completely sucked at. Bad news, it was required for your major. Good news, Sokka was some sort of genius and offered to tutor you — Wednesdays in the library turned into a weekly occasion, and served as an opening for your calculus skills, your feelings for Sokka, and your exasperation to all grow stronger.

You normally weren’t someone to beat around the bush. If you started to like someone, you told them and dealt with whatever happened after, but something about Sokka just kept you from spilling your feelings outright. You knew that if he didn’t feel the same way, your relationship likely wouldn’t change, but there was still that tiny voice that said it’s better to stay like this in case things do go wrong — and this was the first time you listened to that voice. You simply valued your friendship too much.

But that didn’t mean you were going to be completely quiet about it — you hoped that if you did enough, he would be able to realize you liked him and do the whole process for you. A bit of a dim hope, but crushes make people do stupid things.

Things like bringing an extra coffee to every session, laughing at all his jokes (even the bad ones), sitting a little closer to him than usual, not dropping out of this wretched class so you could spend time together (it might’ve been required, but you still counted it). He didn’t make a point to object to anything, so you knew you weren’t making him uncomfortable — but you had concluded after nearly a whole semester of working and studying together that he was the most oblivious person in all of Ba Sing Se. He could teach you all kinds of formulas, but had no idea that you liked him. Grand.

Today was arguably the most important session out of any of them, seeing as your next class was the final, so it was only fitting that Sokka unknowingly made himself more interesting than any material you could’ve been working with. His arms were going to be the death of both you and your calc grade. You swore that the heat rushing to your cheeks was actually emanating off of you.

“Hey, Y/N!” Sokka grinned as he saw you and raised a hand in greeting, a sentiment you would’ve returned had it not been for the coffee cups in your hands. You settled for mirroring his grin and settled down in the seat across from him. You slid his coffee cup over, set your own down, then shrugged your bag off all before taking a seat.

“You ready to study ‘till your eyes bleed?” he asked, prompting a nervous laugh from you.

“You jest, but my eyes might actually start bleeding depending on how long we go,” you sighed. “There’s a reason I got an extra shot of espresso today.”

“Come on — by now you should know that you have nothing to worry about! I am the best teacher there is, and you got me all to yourself.”

Your eyes widened momentarily and you coughed, purposefully averting your gaze to give yourself some time to recover. Okay, he was going to make it really hard to focus today. “Let’s just get into it.”

He nodded and flipped open his notebook, beginning to talk as he rifled through his bag for a few extra things. “Okay, we’re just gonna start with going over the basics, then we’ll work our way up. There’s a couple practice problems on that page, so you can go ahead and answer those as a warmup.

You slid the notebook over in front of you and after approximately five seconds of looking at the first problem, found yourself studying Sokka rather than the material. Who could blame you? In the battle of cute tutor boy versus calculus, he was going to win every time.

He turned around and you immediately averted your eyes once again, trying to appear extremely involved, but you found that your mind was empty on anything to do with math. “Hey, uh— how do you do this first one? I’m totally blanking here.”

“We use limits in everything — this is actually something you’re really good at!” He studied you intensely and frowned. “Are you okay? Like, you’re not sick or anything, are you? You seem kinda out of it.”

You choked out a laugh and shook your head. “No, no — I’m fine. I guess I’m just a little tired.” As if to demonstrate your lie, you took a sip from your coffee and cringed internally. Love had turned you into an idiot.

He seemed to buy it as he nodded and picked up the pencil, scribbling a couple of notes as he explained the first problem to you. “Does that make sense?” You nodded and he handed the pencil back to you. “Okay — the other ones follow the same kind of process. It should be easy enough.”

You managed to get a little further in the second problem, but your lovestruck mind would not stop focusing back on Sokka every time you tried to do, well, anything. Curse him and his perfect arms, and eyes, and hairstyle, and everything.

You shook your head and set the pencil down once more, letting loose a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” Yes, you did. “I just can’t focus at all.” Because of you. You picked up your cup once more and took a sip, hoping it would do something to get you back into the math state of mind.

Sokka frowned once more as he put the back of his hand against your forehead. “God, you’re hot.” You nearly choked on your coffee as your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets — he had to know what he was doing by now — how could he not? “Like, you’re completely burning up. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, I swear— I just…” you set your cup down on the table and heaved a sigh that was a touch more exasperated than necessary. “Are you telling me you seriously haven’t noticed? Like, not a single thing this whole year?”

“I’ve noticed a lot of things this year,” he chuckled. “It’s kind of our whole job, so you’re gonna have to be a lot more specific.”

You finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Sokka, I’m not— I’m not sick! Haven’t you noticed that I’m only ever flustered, or running into things, or forgetting info, or— or just a complete idiot when I’m around you? I like you, like, a lot, and I have for an embarrassingly long time! The reason I can’t focus is because I am hopelessly attracted to you in every single way.”

His brows creased for a moment and you clamped your mouth shut, worried that you had just ruined everything. It was only after a pause that felt like a century that he finally responded, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Well, why didn’t you just say something?”

You stared at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted in pure surprise before the annoyance set in. You set your jaw as your brows furrowed and you hit him lightly on the side of his arm with the back of your palm. “You can’t be serious! You— you’ve gotta be messing with me by now. I really can’t believe that you can be that smart but this oblivious!”

He finally let the grin play across his lips in full force and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, I don’t know how you don’t expect me to mess with you when you scrunch up your face all cute like that every time you get mad. Besides, I started liking you after that fifth class; I offered to help you out so I could spend more time with you! I didn’t realize you felt the same way. I kinda just enjoyed the free coffee and getting to look at you all the time.”

“I can’t believe you!” you cried as you hit his other arm. “You’re telling me that I had to deal with this- this mental turmoil about whether you liked me back, while you were just enjoying the free eye candy and coffee the whole time?”

“You have nothing to worry about! I enjoyed the company far more than the coffee,” he joked, a certain twinkle in his eye. “But, you are probably out a couple twenties after all of that. So, what do you say about this Saturday, the cafe by the shoe store? My treat.”

“Damn right it’s your treat,” you shot back, though you couldn’t stop the smile forming on your face. “You owe me a lot — you have to make up for those coffees and all the emotional distress you caused.”

“Oh, I think I’ll have plenty of time to make up for lost time. After all, we do have a lot of coffee dates to get through.” And when he winked at you just like that first day, you remembered just how impossible it was to be angry at Sokka. “But first, we kinda have to get through this study date. The final’s still happening tomorrow.”

You responded with a raised brow. “This is a study date?”

Sokka shrugged and grinned. “They’ve all been study dates. You just didn’t know it.”

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idiots in love idiots in love idiots In LOVe

perm tag list: @dv0412 @siriuslyslyslytherin @maruchan77

atla: @marianne1806

[kixa]

Getting Tattoos/Piercings with HQ boys

Pairing: Teushima x reader, Tendo x reader, Suna x reader gn!reader

Warnings: Some suggestive stuff but no nsfw, piercings and tattoos, edibles/weed

A/n: I’m so glad this popped in my brain this idea is scrumptious, sorry this took so long

@killkuma @byougen no explanation

Terushima:

- So my man already has a tongue piercing and he’s in love with it

- Flaunts it and shit wants everybody to know

- I see him more as a piercing dude than tattoos even though he has some

- You have a couple tats but they’re fairly small and not really noticeable

- Teru has been bugging you to get a piercing for the longest (he wants you to get a belly button or a septum he thinks they look sexy asf)

- Once you finally agree he’s geeked asf and literally counts down the days until your appointment

- He decided he was going to get one as well but he wouldn’t tell you where, it was a surprise

- You settled with the belly button

- He waited outside the room because he wanted to be surprised at the outcome

- When you were done you walked out a little hesitant, Teru’s eyes searching for the piercing and then looking to you to pull up your shirt

- You slowly rolled your shirt above your belly button revealing the new jewelry on your stomach

- His eyes widened with glee as his hands reached out for you to pull you closer and get a better look

- He looked up to you and gave the biggest smirk and then he faced back to your piercing and started to lean into it

- “Aht Teru you can’t kiss it it might get infected.” You scolded. He pouted and sighed, “Ok…”

- He opted to give you a quick peck on the lips instead and started to move to the room

- After waiting for a hot minute he returns and once again that smirk had graced his face but he also look a little pained

- Your eyes scanned his body and face for another piercing but you couldn’t find it

- “Where is it?” You questioned and he just chuckled

- You made eye contact with him and you quirked your eyebrow

- He shifted his eyes down then back up, your eyes traveled down to his *ahem* and that’s when it registered

- “Oh…oh my. Teru are you serious?” All he could do was nod his head vigorously like an excited puppy

- “I can’t with you Teru…*sigh* just take care of it otherwise you’ll have a big mf problem,”

- “I know you’ll like it tho-,” he was interrupted by you playfully hitting his chest “ok ok ouch I’m just glad we did this together,” he said as he slipped an arm around your shoulder

- “Me too,” you replied taking his hand in yours

Tendo:

- You would think Tendo was more of a piercing guy but he gears more towards tattoos

- But he does have gauges

- You guys already have a couple, he has one on his neck, a couple on his hands, and a one that stretches across his forearm

- You have *wherever you want your tattoos to be*

- One day while you guys were cuddling and you were playing with his hands you had an idea

- “Hey tori,” “yeah what’s up?” “Wanna get another tattoo together?” You asked

- “Sure whatcha thinking?” You thought as you traced his taurus tattoo along his finger, “Um… maybe a dragon”

- He paused for a minute then jumped up startling you, “Sounds sickk let’s go” he exclaimed

- You quickly caught on but were confused all the same, y’all are getting the tattoo now? It didn’t really matter you were down anyway

- Basically an impulse tat

- On your way there you were looking at more ideas for the tattoo and talking about it with Tendo, he decided that he would get a medium size one on the back of his shoulder while you were getting one closer to your lower back

- When you got there you were in two different rooms but before y’all split he pulled you close for what you thought was a “good luck kiss” but instead just him in your ear, “You know this is gonna look real good on you right?” He let a cute smirk grace his face he did this every time y’all went to get a tattoo just to gas you up

- You playfully push off of him knowing that this was Tendo being naturally flirty and this wasn’t the time to give in to his corny antics

- “Good luck Tori,” you yelled off to Tendo as you walked away “You too cutie,” he replied

- You rolled your eyes laughing softly to yourself

- For you it took about 3 hours give or take since yours was pretty simple and not that big

- Two hours later Tendo finally came out, he was so excited and had a beaming smile

- He turned around to show you the art that now cover his left back shoulder but it looked a little red puffy plus it had the plastic covering it

- Despite the low visibility of his tat you could still make out a dragon in red ink and that shit looked really cool

- “Whoa…Tori that looks hot,” you said a little awestruck “eeee I know it’s so cool,” you had never seen him this excited

- You turned around to show him yours and you were met with silence, “Does it not look good?” You craned your neck o look at the tattoo and then at Tendo

- “Huh? Oh yeah yeah…y/n yours is really hot too,” he said with a dazed look examining your new body art

- Don’t get him wrong he loves it he’s just never seen something like that on you…it looks really badass

- He jumped up to his normal height after crouching down and hooked arms with you and began walking

- “We should do impulse tattoos more often,” you both said at the same

- He cocked his head to the side, “So we’re copycats now huh?”

- “Boy please,” you dismissed “You know you love me y/n,” he shot back

- “Uh huh,” you replied sarcastically

- So now impulse tattoos are y’all’s thing

Suna:

- Suna is a tats and piercing’s guy so he has a fair amount of both

- A snake on his side, skeleton hand atop his hand, one between the collarbone and neck area, and a couple more

- Meanwhile he also has an industrial piercing and snake bites

- The weekend before Suna’s birthday he said what he wanted for his birthday was for y’all to go the shop and get whatever type of body art

- You settled with a tattoo on your wrist and ankle, Suna just went with his septum

- Although Suna is a chill low-key dude he was about as geeked as you were…on the inside though

- …y’all ate ✨brownies✨ before you guys went in, not the best idea

- It was a literal mess like you were giggling up a storm in one room and he was just stone faced staring at the ceiling dazed as hell

- Anyways when you were showing the artist what you wanted your eyes were lighting up like stars and Suna thought that was the cutest thing and he was just gently smiling at you the whole time

- You were a little confused as to why he wasn’t getting anything too extravagant considering it was for his birthday

- “It really doesn’t matter what I get as long as I’m spending time with you,” he answered (please that’s so corny)

- You both split off in to your respective rooms, and of course Suna was done before you because he only had one piercing

- When he looked in the hand mirror he though it looked absolutely sickk 😎

- Guys with septum piercings good god

- He waited for what felt a little like forever, he felt a little bad because he could hear you wincing and sighing in pain a little bit

- I know everyone’s pain tolerance is different but wrist and ankle tend to be the ones that hurt the most

- When you finished before he could talk about your tats you immediately fawned over his new nose ring

- “Omg Suna…this looks so cool, it looks really good on you,” you rambled

- He let a small smile grace his lips, “thank you y/n, let me see yours”

- You about swooned right then and there because of Suna’s smile

- He gently grabbed your wrist being cautious of it’s tenderness and examined the *whatever your tat is*

- After his eyes flicked to your ankle to see the correlating tattoo he was pretty silent then he looked to you

- “These are really cool babe,” Suna commented, he’s a man of not many words but you knew he really liked them

- When you guys left and got into the car he stopped and waited for you guys to get settled then turned to you

- “Um…y/n I know I’m not very expressive when it comes to gratitude or affection but I want you to know that I’m really thankful for you and all you’ve been through with me,” he stated

- You gushed and smiled widely, you leaned in to give him a little peck and he followed suit

- “Oh and remind me to not let us eat any edibles before we come again, because I was really baked and I can tell you were also” he added

- “Omg yes the lady doing my art kept telling me to stop laughing because I was moving my body too much I’m embarrassed now,” you chuckled

- “I’m really hungry now though you wanna grab something?” You questioned

- “Taco truck?” He asked “Taco truck” you answered

[wolffesimp]

Beach Shenanigans

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summary: the war was won. order 66 was never executed. the 501st, 212th, and 104th battalions along with y/n, obi wan keniobi, ahsoka, anakin, and padmé enjoyed their much needed island vacation. what ensues is beach shenanigans and MORE! stick around for a day full of laughs, crying, tanning, and swimming! 2.3k words of my imagination and clone happiness!

warnings: OH MY GOD SO MANY SHENANIGANS I SHOULD GET PAID FOR THESE ORIGINAL FUCKING IDEAS!!!!!!!!! alcohol is consumed. some mature themes. nothing explicit uhhh lots of fluff and cusswords cuz they make my writing ✨spicy✨yeah that’s pretty much it :)

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y/n was unceremoniously awoken by rex

who was the devoutly loyal boyfriend

for him, she would fight a million more wars

“mornin princess. up and at em!”

“don’t wanna get out of bed...”

just then, there was a knock on the door

before anyone could announce come in

the door was busted down by a very enthusiastic battalion

namely, the 501st

y/n gaped at them

fives and echo held buckets and shovels for a sandcastle

smiles bigger than the deathstar 

jesse’s nose was white from the sunscreen that kix insisted he put on

tup’s naturally curly hair was finally down, a lei adorning his neck

dogma and hardcase had pool noddles in hand

meanwhile fives held a gigantic inner tube

kix had big sunglasses on, fresh glass of orange juice in hand

y/n could only stare for a few minutes

they all began to speak in sync

incredibly excited to finally dip their toes in the water and run on the beach

she laughed at them “suppose i should get out of bed!”

rex laughed with her, shaking his head at the antics of his brothers

standing up and shooing the boys out of her room, he made sure to close the door behind him

oh rex, he was too considerate for his own good

y/n slipped on her favorite swimsuit

along with one of obi wan’s t-shirts

grabbing her beach bag and slipping on her flip flops

she was out of her room

the clones were waiting impatiently downstairs

practically itching with excitement

y/n reached the landing, sliding on her favorite sunglasses

“hey guys! ready to go-“

fives picked her up into her arms, sprinting out of the house

“first one at the beach wins!”

the clones chased after the two

y/n squealed as fives held tightly onto her

“don’t worry y/n, i’m not gonna drop ya.”

“i know but rex is hot on our tail!”

fives panted

“like hell i’m gonna let him win!”

y/n giggled as rex fell behind

“hey rexie, suck my toe!”

“watch your mouth, y/n!”

she stuck her tongue out in response

rex chuckled at the antics of his girl

obi wan, cody, anakin, and padmé were far behind them

probably too mature to participate in such activities

let’s be honest if padmé wasn’t there anakin would be running too

ahsoka ran beside rex, smirking

“rex and i are gonna beat you!”

y/n finally saw the beach at the end of the boardwalk which they were running down

“c’mon fives! we have to win!”

he smirked down at her

“you know we never loose!”

fives cheered as they were the first one to reach the beach

setting down y/n, they waited for the others to catch up

in a frenzy, the clones ran to the ocean

ahsoka and y/n giggled at their faces of pure joy

“hey, wanna share this umbrella and mat i brought?”

ahsoka turned to y/n, smiling contently

“that sounds great!”

the two girls set up their camp for the day

towels beside each other

books, sunscreen, water bottles and everything in between 

y/n also brought out the extra towels she had

setting them by obi wan and cody

“for the clones who forgot their own”

obi wan was distracted by the clones in the ocean

“do they know how to...swim?”

cody and y/n stared at each other

“oh-”

“shit!”

y/n ran towards the clones

“PAUSE! PAUSE! PAUSE! EVERYONE OUT OF THE OCEAN! NO ONE IS DROWNING ON MAMA Y/N’S WATCH! JESSE, DON’T YOU HIDE, GET OUTTA THERE!” 

cody knew it was taken care of

he sat back down, basking in the sun

obi wan laughed heartily as y/n shouted at the clones

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME Y’ALL COULDN’T SWIM!! SWEET MAKER!!!! ONE OF YOU COULD’VE DROWNED!”

“kix would’ve saved us!”

“THERE’S ONLY ONE KIX, YOU IDIOTS!”

ahsoka giggled

y/n took off her shirt “hold this for me, sokie! lifeguard y/n’s on duty”

the boys catcalled y/n teasingly

“oooh yeah y/n!” ahsoka called out, hyping her older sister up 

the boys earning icy glares from rex

she kissed his cheek

making it clear that there was no need for jealousy

y/n waded into the ocean

motioning for them to follow behind her

“now...is anyone feeling nervous?”

well as it turns out...

the clones loved swimming

they all easily caught on

even becoming faster than y/n

much to her dismay

y/n and ahsoka playfully splashed each other

giggling as other clones joined in

cody and obi wan decided to join in on the fun

and when someone splashed cody it went quiet

y/n glared at fives

she knew it was him

fives whistled

looking around as if to say

“who? me?”

cody full force splashed fives back

next thing she knew a splashing war broke out

the 501st, ahsoka, and y/n went up against the 212th, obi wan and 104th 

boil and waxer were head to head with echo and fives

y/n and ahsoka combatted obi wan and cody

it seemed like no one was backing down 

until someone got kicked in the leg

practically drowning

mfs are genetically modified

getting kicked by them would probably seriously injure me i mean jesus christ

“dammit! this is why the 501st can’t have nice things!” rex cursed

tup was weak in the knees

but mama y/n was there to wrap him up in a towel

careful to dry his curly hair

setting him up comfortably

“we’re having lunch soon, so stay put for now, alright hun? make sure to hydrate!”

“thank you, y/n.”

“mhm!”

she took rex’s hand

dragging him back into the ocean

“tup will be fine! hey fives and sokie, let’s play chicken!”

explaining the game rules, y/n perched herself on rex’s broad shoulders

ahsoka was on fives shoulders

smirking at her opponent

“this’ll be fun!”

y/n and ahsoka’s arms collided

their laughs filled the air as they attempted to fight each other off

meanwhile rex clung to y/n’s thighs

making sure his princess didn’t fall into the water

fives attempted to kick his captain

only to earn a snarl and forceful blow to the chest

fives was knocked into the water

sending ahsoka flying 

y/n wheezed 

“holy shit!” rex remarked

quickly recovering her senses, concern taking over

“wait- AHSOKA! FIVES! ARE YOU GUYS OK?”

fives’ thumbs up shot out from the water

ahsoka’s montrals emerging from the blue sea

rex laughed pityingly at fives and ahsoka

“round two?”

well, there ended up being 10 rounds

all four of them were soaking wet by the end 

breathless and ready for a break

rex carried y/n as per request

she could be a little shit sometimes

rex secretly loved it 

ahsoka and y/n made room for fives, rex, and a few other troopers

“hey ahsoka, where are anakin and padmé?”

they looked around curiously

the place where they once resided were empty

“they are probably...ya know...”

y/n made crude gestures eluding to sex

ahsoka cringed, throwing a tube of sunscreen at y/n

“gross!”

rex put his head in y/n’s lap

her hand ran through his blonde curls 

which had been growing out since the end of the war

well maintained by y/n

who insisted on doing his hair

“oh get a room!” ahsoka teased

“we can always make out in front of you guys” 

“ewww”

“please don’t”

“i would rather not see my mother figure do that”

y/n and rex laughed

they were so beautiful together

it was clear that they would spend the rest of their lives with each other

as the day drags on, y/n falls asleep blissfully on her towel

luckily rex helped her with an umbrella so she wouldn’t get sun burnt 

the boys shenanigans continued on without her

fives and echo built a sandcastle the size of a shed

rex, cody, wolffe, and obi wan enjoyed margaritas beside the sleeping y/n

while ahsoka had a virgin piña colada

jesse was buried alive by dogma, tup, kix, and hardcase 

a few of the members of the 104th were flirting with a group of twi’lek girls 

flexing their muscles and battlescars

the remainder swimming in the ocean

the 212th were playing a competitive game of frisbee with island locals

fives and echo decided they were done with their sandcastle 

ushering the generals and jedi to check it out

they didn’t want to admit it, but they were very impressed with their work

y/n was still sleeping

fives was bored

so he took his bucket

washed out the sand

then refilled it with clean water

while echo was talking with the generals and jedi

unintentionally distracting them from the scene that was about to play out 

fives chuckled devilishly

pouring the water onto y/n

she screamed as the cold water hit her face and chest

eyes opening to an entertained fives

until he saw the look in her eyes

fives was so dead

instead of facing death in its face

he took off running, screaming to anyone who would listen 

“Y/N’S GONNA KILL ME!”

“HELP! ANYONE!”

“PLEASE HELP ME!”

*violent screams*

y/n was in hot pursuit of the dumbass himself 

running shockingly fast

not even breaking a sweat

rex cheered her on

having no idea what happened

but wanting to be a supportive boyfriend 

fives looked helplessly at anyone 

having nowhere to run 

y/n stopped running

finding an innocent sea creature on the ground 

“hi lil crab...you are gonna help me out here”

fives continued running as far away as possible from her

the crab settled in her palm

calmed by the aura y/n generated from the force

“fives! stop running! i’m done with your ass!”

fives was panting

knelt over

hot in the face

“i am so not sorry for what i’m about to do”

“wait wha-”

y/n shielded her eyes away as she dropped the crab into his swim trunks 

fives let out an ear piercing scream 

“WHAT IS IT IN MY SHORTS?!! ITS CRAWLING UP MY ASS!!!”

y/n was completely incoherent 

laughing so hard with tears come to her eyes

“IT’S PINCHING ME! OH IT HURTS! OHHHH MY ASS CHEEKS”

y/n couldn’t breathe 

knees buckling as she fell onto the sand 

obi wan and cody were extremely panicked

what the hell is wrong with fives?

obi wan approached him 

fives was jumping up and down

running in circles

looking like a complete madman

“fives what are you doing?”

“CRAB IN MY SHORTS”

“how is there a crab in your shorts?”

“GET IT OUT! IT’S IN MY ASS-”

wolffe was flabergasted 

“what?”

rex crossed his arms

already knowing who the culprit was

“y/n?” 

she staggered over to him

leaning into his chest as she wheezed

“shit- imma...imma pee my pants!! oh fucking hell if i would’ve known this-”

obi wan glared at her

fives screamed once again

“I HAVE TO DO IT!”

“do what?”

all of the 501st instantly knew what he meant

“fives don’t-”

“wait wait wait-”

“i swear to maker-”

“if he does it-”

fives dropped his shorts

revealing his ass and the rest of the land down under

y/n screeched

she saw something she could never un-see

the beach went silent

oh my god

fives just flashed the  e n t i r e  public area

echo looked embarrassed for his vod

but the relief on fives face...

the crab was promptly thrown across the beach

fives quickly pulled up his shorts

praying to god that nobody saw 

they did

“give us a warning next time, fives!” cody said judgementally

obi wan couldn’t even look at him

y/n hid her head in rex’s chest

“i want to go blind”

rex chuckled, playing with her hair sympathetically 

“i know i’m big, y/n!” fives called out teasingly

well someone recovered quickly 

“FIVES!” tup lectured

hardcase and jesse chuckled

meanwhile kix and dogma looked apologetically at y/n

“i can’t believe you...” she muttered to no one in particular 

the rest of the day went swimmingly

filled with even more laughs

a million holophotos 

is that what you call them??

followed by the envious photos from mace windu, plo koon, and kit fisto

they were definitley coming next time

ahsoka tried her first ever drink

don’t worry, only y/n saw! 

and ahsoka was above the drinking age on the planet they were in!

who else would permit her to do it?

besides, she had a theory ahsoka wouldn’t like alcohol

the theory was proven to be true

ahsoka spat it out

giving it back to y/n 

shortly after

y/n and ahsoka baked cookies for the boys

while rex, cody, and wolffe grilled out

wolffe was the real pro

even having an apron that said

“kiss the grill dad”

comet and sinker found it on some sketchy website

it proved to be one of the best gifts 

the rest of the boys brought down silverware, tables, and the firepits

preparing for another long night

waves crashing into each other as the tide receeded back

by the time ahsoka and y/n were back they enjoyed dinner and dessert beach side

a magical sunset painting the sky 

hues of pink, orange and purple

ahsoka snapped a picture of y/n and rex’s not-so-secret-kiss 

the sunset it the background

ahsoka needed to frame it and give it to y/n as a surprise 

the sun was down

fire crackling 

soft conversations between all battalions and jedi

calmed down by the end of the night

the distant sound of music 

to the clones, it felt like a dream

none of them thought they would make it past this war

but here they were

and they couldn’t be more thankful

finally, their future was promised

--

masterlist for more of my content 

[pepperful-qt]

hello!! i saw that your requests are open so,,, anyways, can you please make a hcs of kenma, kuroo and any other hq boys u like and their reaction when their s/o sends a video of them with i love you written on their cheeks? thank u and always take care!! ♡♡

this is so cute what🥺 almost went with Suna but decided on Tendou bc i just did something for him recently! & he deserves something like this tbh

Kenma, Kuroo, & Tendou when their s/o sends a surprise video with ‘i love you’ written on their cheeks 

*****

Kenma

you don’t send it to him in when he’s in public which he is thankful for

you do, however, send it out of nowhere. no special occasion or anything, which makes it so much more special to him tbh

you guys are video chatting while playing minecraft or stardew valley if you’re like me (or another online game of your choice) and you pause yourself and say you’re going to the bathroom or smth and mute your mic

it’s not really a big deal, so he doesn’t think too much on it and just continues building his redstone mechanism or w/e 

until he gets a notification from you

his first thought is that you ran out of toilet paper and he’s like why would you text me we’re not even in the same house-

but, that’s not what he sees. instead, it’s you in one of his hoodies that you stole 

you painted your nose and drew cat whiskers, with ‘i love you’ as the top whisker on each cheek and two lines beneath so cute wth

he thinks so too

it’s a short and sweet message, but clearly something you put thought into

but-

achievement unlocked! you broke him

seriously, he stops breathing for the entire video

he’s an absolute blushing MESS currently pulling up his hoodie to cover his face. pulling the drawstrings and everything

direct affection like this always makes him flustered. always

which is why it’s so cute hehe

he’s not much for pda or anything so you take your chances where you get em

little did he know, you were hiding just off camera where you could see the whole thing and you are currently 🥺

you just hear your name in an exasperated groan from the call

“y/nnnnnn” muffled by his hoodie ofc

you’re smiling like an idiot bc✨mission accomplished✨

“hehehe did you like it?” 

you still have the makeup on and his soul leaves his body

“why would you do that to me?”

“awww can’t you read?”

more blushy blushy 

he wants to hug you or hold you so bad in that moment like it’s absolute torture

and next time he sees you, oh boy is he stuck to you like glue. good luck getting him off you ever

* * *

Kuroo

you decide to drop this on him while he’s en route to nationals. you weren’t able to come until the second day for school or work reasons, but you still wanted to show your support for your bf, esp for something so important to him!

you know he’s the type to keep his phone on dnd or airplane mode while he’s on long trips, as he prefers to sleep or read in peace

and you use this information to plan the perfect surprise! you send the video during his trip so he’ll see it when he’s going through notifications when he finally arrives

you tell/bribe Kenma to record his reaction for you too, which he may or may not do

your relationship with Kuroo has always been one of teasing and banter. for pet names you call each other ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’ as easily as ‘dork’ or ‘dumbass’

so it’s very very amusing to him when you start the video with “hey dummy~” while you have ‘i love you’ written in red on one cheek and ‘Nekoma #1′ on the other

the moment he sees you this guy has the biggest stupidest grin on his face. not even in a smug or cocky way, just completely lovestruck

he’s doing that thing where he covers part of his face with his hand and shakes his head a little bc he finds you so adorable

the video is actually really sweet with you hoping he got to the inn safely and wishing him good luck, and promising him a special kiss if he wins so you can see him play the second day

talk about motivation ammirite ;)

and your surprise works; he’s totally caught off guard

by the end of the video the genuine grin definitely turned devious lol, and he’s not one to blush easily, but you definitely got him a lil bit

some of his teammates heard a very ominous giggle from their captain, and his expression is even more disturbing

no one who asks is allowed to see, you're for his eyes only, but he does brag about the wonderful video his s/o sent him

excuses himself immediately so he can facetime you

if you’re still wearing it he just starts laughing again, and try as he might he can’t stop smiling

says some stupid cocky playful line

“hey baby, you got something you wanna tell me?” or “looks like you can’t contain your love for me” smh

partially scolds you for trying to catch him off guard (in public) 

“i love you too but you’ll regret that” etc

okay this mf is suggestive af fill in the rest

you better be looking forward to more than just a kiss when he sees you is all i’m saying

* * * 

Tendou

happens at like 1-2am on a school night when you’re both texting memes back and forth bc you enable each other

and tbh you’re feeling a bit delirious,, like at this point you’re actually laughing irl at the stupidest things he sends and muttering to yourself

so once the idea pops into your head your impulse control may as well not exist

he doesn’t really notice your absence too much, just keeps sending da memes. in fact he’s spamming so much he doesn’t even notice what you do send LOL

so you’re sitting there like 👉👈 waiting for him to react,, until eventually you’re like: ‘hellooo?? did you see what i sent??’

LEAVES YOU ON READ LMAOO before a keyboard smash and then silence

bc he is freaking out

like Kenma’s, it’s a cute, sweet message where you’re just gushing about how much you love him

it’s a little rambly and your words are a bit slurred but that just makes it all the more endearing

“tendou~~ look i just love you so much i need the whole world to know!!” while pointing to your cheeks

poor bby is about to cry fr he's overwhelmed

he’s just watching it over and over again like🥺🥺🥺

and you’re back to waiting for a reaction and you’re starting to feel a little silly. you’d already accepted that he’d tease you over it but now you’re embarrassed--

but you know what? he sends his own video back, with 'i love you my angel!' haphazardly scribbled on his forehead 

“y/n~~~” he’s totally mocking you “i can’t believe you love me so much you’re gonna make me cry~” doesn’t mention he already did a bit “i can’t believe i’ve been blessed with such an angel--” 

he’s just going on and on until he hits the video size cap

congratulations you’ve absolutely ruined each other at 2am and you have a test tomorrow and he has morning practice

but do either of you care? no

he cannot stop smiling the next day he’s just glowing and is just all over you

and you didn’t realize you’d written in sharpie so there’s still a little bit visible that you tried and failed to hide with concealer

he’ll never let you live that down😌😘

*****

THIS REQUEST MADE ME SO SOFT WRITING IT JFC😭

[olliedollie1204]

for future reference

Virgil works at the reference desk. Logan is looking for a very specific book.

Pairings: Platonic Virgil and Logan

Word Count: 3,613

Tags: Librarian Virgil, Kid Logan, (very loosely) implied but not shown romantic Moceit

based on that one tumblr post that is maybe the cutest thing i’ve ever read? also, Logan mispronounces some words because he’s Babey, so I included a guide at the end to clarify what he was trying to say.

also i meant to make this short and simple but i tripped and came up with an entire new AU, so hopefully if y’all slam that mf like button I will find the energy to write the sequel

(Read it on AO3!)

Working at the reference desk was cool. When you walked through the main door of the library, you’d never suspect that nestled beyond the rows and rows of adult nonfiction, far away from the busyness of the community room or the chaos of the children’s section, was a neat and well-tended desk, behind which sat just one man.

That one man was currently alternating between scanning the sea of tables and chairs in front of him, and reading a cheesy romance paperback under his desk. Listen, he had an image to maintain, okay?

Virgil had always liked the solitude of a good library, almost as much as he’d liked the books themselves. Despite spending many long hours hidden away among dusty shelves when he was younger, he'd never thought about actually working in a library. He wasn’t a people person, and libraries, unfortunately, tended to attract people; so when he found out there was a position where he could get away with isolating himself behind a computer monitor all day long, where his main form of social interaction was helping patrons fix the printer approximately nine hundred times a day, where he could read or play Temple Run or just sit still and daydream for hours on end? He was sold.

He supposed he had to thank the library’s set up for his lack of work; truly, most people never made their way this far into the building, and those who did were usually just looking for a place to sleep for a few hours, so it wasn’t uncommon for him to go an entire shift without speaking to a single person.

It had looked like today was going to be the same, with Virgil halfway through his shift and having only spoken to one patron who was looking for the bathroom. He had just gotten to the part in his book where the farmhand and the farmer’s son were trapped together in the barn during an unexpected thunderstorm, shirts dripping wet and faces flushed from humidity and passion (and maybe Virgil had read this one once or twice already, don’t worry about it).

It was a perfectly normal day. Until the kid showed up.

“Excuse me, sir?”

Virgil certainly did not jump about a foot into the air at the kid’s sudden appearance, but it was a close thing. The librarian quickly sat up in his rolly chair, dog earring the already well-worn novel and shoving it back under the desk.

“Uh, hi,” he replied, gazing down at the child in front of him. He was small and scrawny, with wildly scruffy hair and a large pair of glasses on his face. As Virgil sat up taller, he was able to see that the kid was actually tiny, his chin barely reaching past the edge of the desk. Despite his small stature, he had an oddly serious look on his face.

“How can I, uh, help you?” Virgil asked haltingly.

“I need to find a book about baby names,” the child informed him plainly. His quiet, high-pitched voice felt completely at odds with the grave importance he seemed to place on his request.

“Oh?” Virgil said for lack of a better response. He quickly scanned behind the kid, looking for an adult that might’ve misplaced their incredibly somber toddler, but he quickly brought his attention back to the child in front of him as he nodded.

“My dads told me that I’m going to be a big brother soon and I need to find the names for my baby twin brothers who we are taking from a woman in the city because she is a sugar-ette and she is giving us her babies to keep,” the child replied in one long breath. Virgil blinked at the sudden influx of information.

“Ah,” he replied, absolutely nailing this conversation with this random, unaccompanied baby. “Let me… look that up for you.”

He paused for just a second before jerkily turning on his monitor, opening to the library catalogue’s search engine. Instinctively he opened the filter and clicked ‘search for keywords’ and typed ‘baby names’, until he looked down at the… really small child in front of him, like damn, were all kids that small?

“Um. How…”

How old are you? How many letters of the alphabet do you know? How stupid am I gonna look if I send you to the checkout desk with an armful of dense, high-level books about etymology?

“How high is your reading level?” he settled on. To his surprise, the child puffed out his chest in pride.

“I am five and three quarters years old and I will be going into kindergarten in Set-member and Dr. Picani says that I am reading like a kindergartener and I even can read first grade books, too.”

Okay. Virgil didn’t know who Dr. Picani was, but that wasn’t important. Kindergarten to first grade reading level. He switched the filter to adjust for that new information, but he was quickly met with the realization that the kid was looking at him for… some sort of response, because that’s how conversations work, Virgil, come on.

“That’s cool,” he replied lightly. Lucky for him, the kid didn’t seem to mind his lack of social graces. He just nodded, rocking back and forth on his heels as he watched Virgil type.

“And my Daddy gave me a bunch of chapter books for my birthday and I already read them all because that was last year and he and Papa said that for my next birthday I can get some more chapter books but I hope they are mit-sery books because I like the mit-sery books most of all. Dr. Picani told me that’s because I like to collect and organize information. I like it when Papa reads the mit-sery books to me, even though I can read all by myself, because he is always bad at solving the mit-sery and I have to explain it to him every time.”

At first, Virgil had merely been listening with a polite interest, nodding a little as his eyes scanned the page for what books they had checked in, but as the kid continued to talk (and Virgil was seriously starting to wonder if he ever ran out of breath), he realized he was now listening with a genuine interest. This kid seemed pretty smart for his age, even with his tendency to mispronounce words in his rush to get them out of his mouth, and it was honestly kinda endearing. This coming from Virgil, who was running out of excuses as to why he couldn’t help out with any of the children’s programs that the library hosted in the community room twice a month.

He pulled his eyes back to his computer. “Okay, so, um, it looks like we’ve got a couple books that you might want.” They had more than a couple books about baby names, of course, but Virgil really didn’t wanna hurt the kid’s feelings by giving him a book that was too difficult for him.

“I’m gonna write the titles down on this piece of paper,” Virgil continued, pulling out an index card and one of the weird tiny golf pencils that were at every desk in the library for some reason. “Here’s what the book is called, here’s the last name of the person who wrote it, and here is the number of the shelf where you can find the book, okay?”

He finished writing and slid the paper across the desk to the kid, who hesitated for a moment before taking it.

“... Thank you,” he said stiffly, turning on his heel and marching away. Virgil wasn’t gonna look away until the kid was out of his sight, but to his surprise he stopped just about ten feet away from the desk, looking between the paper in his tiny hands and the tall rows of shelves.

Virgil stood up suddenly, feeling like an idiot. He’d just told an infant to go look for one specific shelf in a giant room of identical shelves. Alone. Fuck.

“Hey, kid,” he called softly, moving around his desk and hurrying to the child. The little boy turned to him, eyes wide behind his glasses lens.

“How about I help you find those books, okay?” Virgil asked, trying not to tower over the tiny child. The kid looked around for a second before nodding quickly.

“Okay, I think that is a good idea, because I know where the books are in the playzone but I think this li-berry is really big and— and maybe I’d get too lost and my dads are scared of me being lost and so I don’t wanna make them scared,” he finished, looking down and scuffing the toe of his shoe against the carpet.

Virgil raised an eyebrow at the end of the kid’s sentence. “Do you know where your dads are?”

The kid nodded quickly. “They’re having storytime in the group room!”

Virgil nodded. He knew there was an adult book club happening in the community room that day, so that definitely made sense. But still, he leaned down, catching the boy’s eye with what he hoped was an appropriately stern face for the circumstances.

“Do your dads know where you are?” he asked. As he expected, the kid began to look slightly guilty, scrunching the hem of his navy polo in his hands.

“Um…” he started. It was the first time Virgil had heard him pause between his words. “Well, technically, they told me to stay with the li-berrian, and they thought I was gonna stay in the playzone with Ms. Dot, but technically, if I can stay with you then I am with a li-berrian and so I’m not in trouble.”

There was a note of self-satisfaction in the kid’s voice, like he’d just solved a riddle as opposed to trying to explain why he disobeyed his parents. Virgil got the feeling that this was a kid who knew how to use his words to his advantage.

“Okay,” Virgil replied, gently pulling the paper out of the kid’s hand and scanning what he’d written. “We’re gonna go look for some books, but then I’m taking you back to the children’s section— uh, I mean the playzone— and Ms. Dot is gonna watch you until your dads are done, deal?”

The child nodded, watching Virgil with intensity, and the librarian gently ushered him to the side and led the two of them down a row of books.

“What’s your name?”

“Logan,” the little boy replied, running ahead a little and turning to wait for Virgil to catch up. “What’s your name?”

Virgil reached Logan at the end of the row just as he answered, “Virgil.”

Without warning, Logan darted ahead again, reaching the end of the next row before turning around to face him. “Daddy says I should call the li-berrians Mr., Ms., or Mx. What are you?”

“Mr. is okay,” Virgil replied, a little bemused by his childish bluntness. “And be careful, okay? I don’t want you to trip and hurt yourself.”

Logan trotted back to Virgil, walking backwards for a minute so he could look at Virgil while he talked. “I’m sorry for running, but I really want to find a book about baby names because my dads are busy making the babies’ bedroom and buying all of the baby clothes and toys and ex-cetera and I want to be a good big brother and I want my baby brothers to have names that are good but my dads are really busy and they don’t even know what they want to name the babies yet!”

Virgil smiled at the indignation in Logan’s little voice. Of course, he knew there were far more important preparations to make when expecting a new child (let alone two new children at the same time), but to a child as young as Logan, the name was probably the most important decision to be made.

“Well, they should be on the next shelf over, so let’s—”

Logan took off before Virgil could finish his sentence, running halfway down the row and looking at Virgil expectantly.

Virgil scoffed, an amused smile on his face. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

As he entered the row, he began scanning the numbers on instinct; he knew these stacks pretty well, but he didn’t have them memorized.

“Okay, 929.4,” he muttered to himself, bypassing books about genealogies before coming to the section for baby name books. “Here they are.”

Logan came towards him, standing on his tiptoes as he reached his arms up high.

“Mr. Virgil, may I please have the biggest book, please?”

Virgil looked back at the shelf, immediately seeing which book Logan was talking about. He pulled it out, holding it in both hands as he scanned the cover.

“‘Ten Thousand and One Baby Names For You’,” he recited, passing it down to Logan. “Is that enough names to choose from?”

Logan’s eyes were wide, struggling to open the heavy book while still keeping it in his arms. “I never even knew there were ten thousand and one names!”

“Same,” Virgil replied, helping Logan open the book without damaging it. “I think this book has lots of names from all over the world, plus some super old names from the last century.”

“Like the 1990s,” Logan said, nodding seriously, and Virgil had to pretend to cough to avoid laughing outright at the kid’s earnestness. He turned back to the shelf, pulling out a thinner yet still dense book.

“And this one is called ‘The Story Behind the Name’,” Virgil explained, holding it down to show Logan. “It tells you more about what the names mean, where all of the names came from… stuff like that.”

He held the book out for Logan to take, but to his shock the child was looking at him with something akin to distress.

“Do names mean things?”

Virgil blinked. “Oh! Uh, sometimes? Not really. But some names have things that they used to mean, a long time ago, but a lot of people don’t know what they meant. Like—”

He hastily flipped the book open to the ‘L’ section, skimming the page before he found what he was looking for.

“Like, ‘Logan’, for example, is an Scottish name,” he explained slowly, “and it apparently means… uh, ‘from the hollow’? Which, I don’t even really know what that means, so. It’s not that important nowadays.”

He looked back at Logan, who was looking into the distance with a pensive look on his face.

“But what if I give them a name that means something bad,” he pondered slowly, and Virgil’s stomach swooped at the idea that he’d just given this kid something to worry over.

“Well, here,” he said hurriedly, holding the second book out to Logan. “If you take this one, you can check that the names you pick mean good things. Some people like to choose names that remind them of something good, like nature or history or— or their favorite book characters.”

That perked Logan up, causing him to eye the book with a new interest. “Really?”

His gaze flicked between the second book, and the much larger book that he still held in his arms.

“I think I should take both,” he said after a long moment to think. “Just in case.”

He smiled up at Virgil, who literally couldn’t stop himself from smiling back if you’d paid him. Logan was just too darn cute.

“Well,” he said, “how about I carry your books and take you back to the playzone, and you can get started reading these before you check them out?”

Logan nodded, somewhat reluctantly handing Virgil his large book as the two made their way out of the nonfiction section. “That is a good idea, because I am already checking out a lot of chapter books and my book basket is full and so I think my dads will help me carry these books to the checkout counter because they’re really big books.”

“They sure are,” Virgil said conversationally, holding a hand out to stop Logan as another librarian walked by with a cart. Before he could take another step, however, he felt something small and soft wrap around his free hand. Virgil looked down to see Logan holding his hand in his own tiny grasp.

“Papa says I shouldn’t hold hands with strangers,” Logan informed him, idly swinging their hands together, “but I don’t think we’re strangers because I know your name and you know my name and you’re helping me carry my books because you are a nice li-berrian.”

Virgil felt an inexplicable surge of protectiveness over this child he’d met only fifteen minutes ago.

“Sure,” he replied softly, letting Logan continue to talk as the two walked hand in hand back to the populated side of the library.

He almost didn’t want to interrupt Logan when they did finally arrive at the playzone, but he wanted to make sure this kid got back to where he was supposed to be before his dads found out he’d left. Dot looked at him from behind Logan, her eyebrows raising at the sight of Virgil a) not behind his reference desk, and b) attached to the world’s chattiest five year old.

“Hey, Lo,” he gently interjected when Logan took a breath, kneeling down to be on the young boy’s level. “I’m gonna set your books down with your book basket, okay? Where is that?”

Logan paused, eyes flitting around the colorful rug. “Um… it’s… oh! It’s right there!”

Virgil’s eyes followed where Logan was pointing. There, on the ground next to one of the large plush sofas in the reading circle, was one of the library’s book baskets. From here, Virgil could see at least a dozen junior chapter books poking out of the basket.

“Oh!” Logan exclaimed, darting forward and grabbing the handle of the basket in both hands and tugging it back over to Virgil. “Mr. Virgil, look, I raised my hand and asked Ms. Dot if I could please have the storytime book to check out for a little bit because I liked it a lot, even though it’s not a mit-sery book, but it is about cephalopods and those are octopusses and squids and ex-cetera, and she told me to turn around and the shelf behind me had tons and tons of books about cephalopods, and I picked out this book because it has pit-chers but it’s not a pit-cher book, it has chapters, too—”

Logan flopped onto his butt in the middle of the carpet, pulling out each book one by one and explaining to Virgil exactly what it was about and how many chapters it had and how he couldn’t wait for bedtime so he and his dads could read them all together. He chattered on and on and on, and Virgil didn’t even realize when he joined Logan in sitting cross legged on the floor. He didn’t have to talk much, but every now and then Logan would actually pause to breathe, and Virgil would ask another question that set the young boy off onto an entirely different spiel that lasted another ten minutes.

It was so different from working at the reference desk, quiet and hidden and isolated. Different, but not bad.

“Mr. Virgil?”

Logan’s voice was suddenly quieter, and it snapped Virgil back to reality. He looked at the kid, who was looking at his own tiny hands folded neatly in his lap.

“Yeah, Logan?” Virgil asked. “Are you okay?”

Logan nodded. “Yes, thank you, I’m okay. I think you are maybe the nicest li-berrian ever.”

The sincerity in his little voice nearly made Virgil reel back in shock.

“Really?” he asked, and normally he might be embarrassed about how insecure his voice sounded after receiving a compliment from a five year old, but Logan nodded immediately.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Ms. Dot and all of the other li-berrians are nice but I think you are the nicest because I broke the rules and you didn’t tell my dads and you gave me the name books for my twin baby brothers and you let me hold your hand and I like talking about my books and you liked hearing me talk about them. So I think you are— I think you are the best li-berrian I ever met.”

Logan fell silent, looking down at his lap and fidgeting with his shirt hem, and Virgil was honestly a little speechless.

“Oh,” he said slowly. “Um, thank you, Logan. I think you are… the best reader I’ve ever met.”

No sooner were the words out of Virgil’s mouth that Logan looked up at him with wide-eyed shock.

“Really?” he squeaked. Virgil was literally going to get a cavity from all of this sugar.

“Yep,” he replied. “You’re smart and kind and you care a lot about your baby brothers. Your dads must be very proud of you.”

Each word of praise was brightening Logan up bit by bit, and he switched to sitting on his knees and bouncing up and down.

“Will you play checkers with me?” he asked, hands flapping in excitement. “I always want to play checkers but Ms. Dot says I’m not old enough, but you’re definitely old enough, right?”

Virgil laughed outright at that. He thought about his reference desk, sitting unoccupied on the other side of the library. He looked at Logan.

“Sure, kid,” he replied, standing up with Logan’s book basket. Logan grabbed his free hand, and Virgil let him lead them both to the game table, Logan already explaining the rules in anticipation.

Yeah. Different, but not bad. Not bad at all.

~

Post notes: As promised, here's the guide to Logan's incorrect words!

Sugar-ette: Surrogate Set-member: September Mit-sery: Mystery Li-berry: Library Li-berrian: Librarian Ex-cetera: Et cetera Pit-chers: Pictures

[jeagerism]

oh hello there! Is it okay to request a spring cleaning scenario? In which Kuroo invites his s/o to help him rummage through his place and sort things out and she definitely steals some of the clothes he doesn't like anymore and she absolutely finds something super random and extremely hilarious and it's all kinda cute and fun? I hope that's alright! Thank you so much!

wuh that's so mf cute!! thank you for requesting!

kuroo tetsuro + spring cleaning

12:45 P.M.

Kuroo puts the last dish in the drainer, shaking his hands in the sink to keep them from dripping over the floor. "Alright. Done. Now we've gotta mop and dust."

You groan. "Can't we take a break?" Moving closer, you wrap your arms around his neck, his hands falling to your waist on instinct. Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow at you. "We've been cleaning for hours."

"We've been cleaning for 30 minutes."

"Same difference." You push your lips into a pout, holding on to him tighter. "Ten minutes. Please. We can cuddle on the couch." Kuroo hums, rubbing his thumb against the skin of your waist.

"No can do, babe. When you offered to come today, you said you'd help." He pulls back, removing you from around him with a smile. "We're not done yet." At your further pouting, he sighs. "But we can cuddle after we're done."

Grinning, you brush past him, on your way to the living room. "You should've lead with that."

1:45 P.M.

Wiping your brow, you make eye contact with the 6'2 boy across from you. "Okay, I'll get the glass from the inside, you get the outside." You tilt your head towards the glass door that leads to his backyard.

Kuroo nods, taking a washcloth and a spray bottle from the table and stepping outside. You shut the door behind him, beginning to spray your side of the door. When you start wiping your side down, you lock eyes with him as he does the same.

Shooting you a goofy smile, your boyfriend winks, matching his hands up with yours over the glass. You shake your head, laughing. "Goof." He keeps his palms lined up with yours, wiping where you wipe, until you're both done.

"We're almost done."

3:20 P.M.

"You're a hoarder."

Kuroo turns his head, frowning. He glances at the object in your hands. "Am not. Put that in the keep pile."

"Absolutely not", you laugh, raising your arm up to show him the weirdly shaped miniature statue. "Why do you even have this?"

Shrugging, Kuroo takes it from your hands with a sigh. "Don't know. I think Bokuto left it over here one day and never came back to get it." With one last look, he tosses it on top of the heaps of items in the proclaimed "Donate Pile". "Alright. Closet."

He opens the door to his closet, staring at the overflowing amount of clothing. "Okay, c'mon." He takes a seat on the floor, right in front of the small space. You join him, knees knocking against his. Snatching a piece of clothing from the floor, he holds it up. "This has to go."

"No!" You pull it from his hands quickly, holding it against your chest. It's a dark grey hoodie, one he rarely wore anymore, but it was one of your favorites. "Keep it."

Kuroo raises an eyebrow, wetting his lips. "Okay...why? I haven't worn it in months."

"It has significant value."

"Like what?"

He'd been wearing it the day you found out you were in love with him, but he didn't need to know that. So, you shrug. "It just has emotional significance, okay?" You fold it neatly, setting it right next to the Keep Pile. Not in, but right next to it. "Next."

"And you called me a hoarder", the raven haired boy jokes, smiling. "But okay."

By the time you've gone through half the clothes, a good eighty percent of them had been put in your own personal Keep Pile. He'd questioned you on each one, but let it go rather quickly.

Red shirt with a hole in the sleeve, he'd worn nearly every day last winter, and you'd liked how it looked on him. Light purple jacket with a broken zipper, he'd let you wear on your first date because you'd forgotten to wear your own. White hoodie with a stain on the collar, you'd been wearing when he'd won his first game at nationals.

"Babe, we've hardly gotten rid of anything."

You shrug, eyes innocent. "Hmm. That's weird."

Kuroo gives you a look, grabbing your hand and pulling it into his lap, playing with your fingers. "Why do you wanna keep all of them so bad?" He tilts his head to the side. "You're not gonna sell all my clothes online or anything are you?"

You chuckle, keeping your gaze trained on where his hand meets yours. "No, of course not. I just...a lot of important things happened in these clothes. All moments with you." You take the chance of looking up.

His eyes soften. "We can always make new memories in new clothes, weirdo. And it's not like I'm going anywhere. I'm the closest to those memories you're gonna get." Sucking in a breath, he nods. "How about you keep like three or four, and then we put the rest in the Donate Pile. Because I'm right here. We've got enough memories to keep making for a lifetime."

Nodding back, you smile, looking over at him with pure adoration. "Mkay. Can we take a break after? Wanna get to making those memories."

"Sure", he giggles, squeezing your hand once. "You're a weirdo, you know." A pause. "But you're my weirdo, so I guess it's alright."

He doesn't let go of your hand the rest of the time you're sorting.

6:35 P.M.

Snuggling your cheek into his chest, you breathe in, surrounded by warmth. "We cleaned the whole house."

"Mhm", Kuroo hums, "that we did, sweetheart." It's quiet besides the sound of your breathing and his heartbeat in your ears. "Glad you were here to help me. Everything's always better with you."

The words make your heart skip an actual beat. You try to move in closer to him, even though you're already as close as can be, pressed together on the floor. The bed is mere feet away, but after you'd put away the last piece of clothing, Kuroo had pulled you into his arms, flopping backwards.

You doubt he'd let you move even if you wanted to. Not that you mind.

"Love you", you whisper, closing your eyes as you relax into his hold.

"Love you more, sweetheart."

[avengerscompound]

She Sets the City on Fire - Bound and Safe

She Sets the City on Fire: A Bruce Banner Fanfic

MASTERLIST PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Square: none for this chapter

Rating:  E

Warning:  Age Gap, smut (MF, d/s, sub!Bruce Banner, kinbaku bondage, pegging, aftercare)

Word Count:  1886

Pairing:  Bruce Banner x OFC (Summer)

Summary:  Bruce is drawn to Summer.  She’s everything he wished he could be.  Carefree, exciting, and she knows exactly who she is.  There are so many reasons a relationship with her wouldn’t work.  So why can’t he stop thinking about her?

A/N: On the first chapter

11. Bound and Safe

Bruce flexed his hands and took a deep breath. The ropes that bound him tensed on his chest and arms and then relaxed as he did.  Summer had been like a breath of fresh air.  One that had breathed new life into him.  Where once the thought of even sex was too much for him to handle because of the hulk now he felt comfortable doing just about anything she suggested.

However, this was his suggestion.  Since she’d used the ribbons to tie his hands behind his back, he’d been thinking about how much he’d enjoyed it.  And that thought had turned to daydreams which had turned to talk.  Summer had such a long list of things she’d wanted to do with the person she loved and now he wanted them too.  It wasn’t some self-imposed pressure to keep up with her.  Quite the opposite really - her lack of pressure made him relax and allowed him to get here now - bound in intricate knotwork and watching Summer slick glittery lube on a thin dildo she had fitted into a harness she was wearing.

He was surprised by how safe he felt.  He’d always assumed that being tied up would make him feel caged and when he felt caged the Hulk came out. It wasn’t even a question of maybe.  It was an immediate trigger.  With the beautiful knotwork on the hemp rope that bound him, he felt secure and safe.  The kind of effect he got when using a weighted blanket.

Not that it had been quick to get to this point.  For weeks and weeks, he and Summer had built up to it.  She was… well perfect.  She had always been perfect when she was with him.  Each step they took was small and they tried various options.  He’d discovered hand-cuffs were a hard no.  As were anything with a chain. The leather of fabric cuffs depended on what they looked like on.  It wasn’t just the bondage either.  He’d wanted to try anal play too and she’d bought him a training kit and with time and patience she’d been stretching him out and god he’d loved it.  She was careful not to hurt him and she backed off anytime he showed discomfort.  If he ever safeworded or even used the warning signal that he wasn’t quite comfortable she back right off and made sure he was fine.  There was no one else on the planet that he could have done this with.  There was no one that tamed the beast inside him quite like Summer. No one that stoked his desire.  He had no idea what he’d done to deserve her or what had made him recognize that in her right away, but he was glad for the first time in his life he’d taken the risk and jumped.

“You look so hot,” Summer purred as she ghosted her fingers up his cock.  He was already rock hard and fairly certain that this whole event would be over in less time it had taken to prepare him.  But the preparation had been half the fun.  She was gentle and tender with her hands and her lips were playful.  She set him at ease and on edge at the same time, and looking at her now, half-naked and kneeling between his legs that were bound in such a way that he couldn’t close them making sure his hips were tilted up so his ass was presented to her, she looked like some kind of nymph.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice coming out in a needy rasp.

She checked the bindings again, her hands caressing his skin and making it prickle. 

“Are you ready, Brucie?”  She asked.  “Feel safe?”

“I feel so good, Summer,” he groaned.  “Please.”

“You remember the safe words?”  She asked.

“Yes, traffic lights.  I’ve got it,” he practically mewled.  “Please, Summer.  Please give it to me.”

She pressed the head of the toy against his asshole and leaned over him a little, gripping the ropes that crossed his chest.  “It’s a little bigger than you’re used to.  If you don’t like it we can go smaller.”

“Please, Summer,” he pleaded.  “Please.”

She bit her bottom lip, it was sexy and mischievous all at once and if he wasn’t held down he’d have pulled her into a kiss and coaxed that lip into his own mouth.  All he could do was buck up in his binds, the rope jerking against him.

She pushed him down and eased forward.  The tip of the toy pushed in.  His ring muscle seemed to resist and then gave suddenly so it slipped in further than what Summer appeared to have intended as she pulled back quickly.  He moaned and whimpered yanking against the ropes holding him in place trying to get her back.

“Shhh… That's it, Bruce.  Relax and behave for me,” Summer soothed.  “I'll give you everything you want.”

She eased forward again, the way his ass stretched to accommodate the toy burned at the edges, and the deeper the toy got the hotter the burn. He tensed and she paused letting him adjust.  She caressed his cheek and looked down at him with those clear blue eyes, watching his expression.  As he began to relax she began to thrust.

Each thrust of her hips went deeper and deeper and she moved faster and harder until she was pounding into his ass.  The curve of the toy was perfectly set so that it pressed on his prostate with each thrust.  There was some pain, but mostly it was just good.  A current ran through him.  It made his balls tighten and his cock jump and leak precum.  The current traveled up his spine and made his back arch and his body strain against the ropes.  It spread out over his skin, making his scalp prickle and he started to feel all fuzzy on the edges.

He stayed tethered to Summer but the touch of her hands.  She held him firmly at the chest with one hand, while the other caressed him.  It grounded him, kept him here with her.  She leaned down and kissed him deeply as she thrust into him again and again.  Her tiny frame using so much force, it pushed him up the mattress with each thrust.

He moaned deeply into her lips.  His cock throbbed and leaked, leaving a sticky pool that clung to his skin and made the hairs on his stomach stick together.  Her stomach pressed against him, rolling and undulating, massaging his shaft until all he could do was clench his muscles and hope he could hold on.

“Fuck!”  Bruce gasped, breaking the kiss and bucking hard under her.  The ropes bit into his skin and his cock jumped.  “I’m gonna come, Summer.”

She bit her bottom lip and looked down at him with intense focus as she continued to thrust.  “Come then, Bruce Banner.  Whenever you’re ready.”  Her thin fingers wrapped around his shaft and he began to jerk him off at the same quick pace as she set with her hips.

He cried out and arched his back.  There was a tightening in his balls but that same feeling of hot pleasure that pressed down on him seemed to start higher and hit him everywhere all at once.  His body jerked and his muscles clenched and he came with a roar.

Summer hummed and stroked him through it as he came in copious amounts on his stomach.  Thick ribbons of it even reaching his chest.  “Holy shit,” she cooed. “That was amazing, Bruce.  Look at you.”

He couldn’t even form words, he just collapsed on the bed breathing heavily in his blissed-out post-orgasmic state.  Summer eased the toy out of his ass and began to unfasten the ropes.

Her hands moved so tenderly and with such care, if it was possible to fall deeper in love with her, he did right then and there.  She unfastened the bindings and moved then away and then carefully cleaned him up with a warm washcloth and packet of wipes.  When she was done she took off the harness and began to rub lotion into his skin, focusing on the points where the rope had rubbed.  She had him roll over and rubbed his shoulders and back, easing out the tension he was holding on to thanks to the position he had been holding for so long.  He moaned softly and she leaned down and kissed his cheeks.  “I love the sounds you make when you let go,” she whispered.  “Did you enjoy it?”

“Mm-hmm…” he hummed, reaching behind him and caressing her jaw.

She moved back and he rolled over, pulling her down into his arms.  She broke down into giggles as his body engulfed hers in the embrace.  “Do you know how much I love you, Summer?”  He asked, nuzzling into her neck.

“Mmm… I think so.  You show me every day we’re together,” she said, as she curled her fingers into his hair.  “I never thought we’d really get anywhere you and I.  I’ve liked you from the first day, but I always got this feeling like I was dragging you along on some ride and one day you’d lose your grip or let go and I’d be alone again.  But now you’re even leading the way.  I worry you’re changing yourself for me though.”

Bruce shook his head and pulled back looking into her eyes.  “I’ve changed because of you.  Not for you,” he said simply.  “For so long now - even before the Hulk had his physical form - I just lived in fear.  I was scared of my father.  I was scared of the kids at school.  I was scared of my boss.  Then I was scared of what the Hulk could do.  It stopped me from being able to ask for what I wanted or needed.   I was scared to even try those things.  But you’re so different, Summer.  Everything I couldn’t be and yet I’ve never felt pressure from you.  I feel safe to be whoever I want.  And the more they come to me the more options become available.  I feel safe with you to explore.”

Summer smiled and cradled his jaw, caressing his cheek with her thumb.  “You don’t think you want those things I don’t want to give?  Like marriage or kids?”

He shook his head.  “No.  I’m fine without them.  I’m fine with being the satellite you orbit.  More than fine.  I’m grateful that you come back to me every time.  That’s all I need.”

Summer smiled and her eyes shimmered.  She leaned in and kissed him deeply, her thumb continuing to run over his cheek.  He melted into it, relaxing into her touch.  She pulled back slowly and sat up.

“Alright, Bruce Banner,” she said touching his nose.  “I need to clean these things and put them away.  “Shall I run a bath and make some tea?”

He hummed contentedly.  “Yes, please.”

“Good,” she said, getting up.  “We can talk about what else you want me to do to you.”

He sighed and relaxed back into the bed.  He did love how much she was willing to explore with him, but not quite as much as how she liked to take care of him when they were done.

// NEXT

[meanderfall]

thank you my love!! ^v^

(lmao i finally did it @solienna... it’s been like months but i finally completed this. also if you’re wondering, when i first tried to answer the original ask, it wouldn’t save any of what i’d written as a draft, so i just started a new post lol)

1. three songs that come up when you put your phone on shuffle

Flaws (acoustic) by Bastille

Wait For It from Hamilton

Here Comes the Rain Again by Eurythmics

3. three songs you were recently obsessed with

World in my Pocket by The Unlikely Candidates

The Darker the Weather, the Better the Man by MISSIO

Walk Me Home by P!NK

8. three songs that remind you most of summer and vacation

this is probably a weird choice but The Kids Aren’t Alright. I honestly don’t know why, it just gives me summer vibes.

Taste by Sleeping at Last (probably bc i listened to this A LOT while playing stardew valley and stardew gives me summer vibes)

Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy

(this section was so hard.... there are like 0 songs that i actually associate with summer and vacation. literally the only way i do is if i discover said song and listen to a lot around the time summer starts)

11. three favourite songs from movie or TV series soundtrack

What’s Up Danger By Blackway & Black Caviar

I’m Still Standing by Taron Egerton

The Cyborg Fights (Genos’ theme from One-Punch Man. It’s an instrumental piece, and it goes off).

12. three favourite songs from video games

i fucking hate you adri, so much, i never listen to video game soundtracks, you fool, i have nothing to offer you

Klavier’s theme from Ace Attorney! Called Guilty Love lmao

I played Night in the Woods recently, and I think my two favourite pieces were Astral Alley (it plays during a dream sequence and i literally fucked around doing nothing for a bit just to listen to this. It’s so peaceful, but there’s something also... wistful or sad about it, that i just love.) 

and Dusk Stars! (That one plays while stargazing with a professor as a sidequest and tbh it was one of my favourite parts of the game. Surprisingly wholesome, and the last bit really struck a cord with me.)

13. three songs you want at your funeral

Saturn by Sleeping at Last

I Lived by One Republic

Pieces by Harbor and Home (low-key this song is practically a narrative for my life and for once it’s just comforting)

14. three songs you want at your wedding

Bright by Echosmith

Lovesong by Adele

Meaning of Life by Kelly Clarkson

(i don’t.... listen to happy love songs.... i was just going through my library of romantic songs and i was like “this is too pop, this is too angsty, this is pre-relationship, etc. etc”.)

15. three songs you want to dance with your love to

Fly Me to the Moon

Turn Time Off

Anna Sun by Walk the Moon (tbh this song gives me a very specific image of like moving into a new home with my lover and this song is playing while we’re unpacking, or even just any high energy song, and we end up pausing unpacking long enough to dance silly together and sing the song and it ends with us like hugging with a peck for good measure and life seems so good and perfect)

18. three songs that remind you of your best friend

Budapest (legit bc she showed me this song and was like “i think you would like this!” and you bet your ass i would love that song even if it was trash)

Another Night on Mars

Trouble is a Friend by Lenka (why? i legitimately don’t know. Especially since she’s the sweetest and most peaceful person ever. Then again she is a junkrat main.... never mind it makes sense)

19. three songs that are your guilty pleasure

Waters of Megalovania

Jessie’s Girl (this is like. the quintessential chad complaining about being friend-zoned, but i jam out to it every time, and im sucker for jealousy and unrequited love)

I Don’t Even Care About You by MISSIO for the days when im angry or having a bad day or more annoyed than usual at people trying to interact with me, and I just want to indulge in my old cynicism and hatred of the world in general

20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

False Confidence by Noah Kahan

Hate That You Know Me by the Bleachers

Happy by Marina and the Diamonds

21. three songs of your childhood

oh boy adri, i was an angsty kid. I also tried to keep this specifically to songs I listened to before the age of ten just bc in my head my childhood was pretty much from the ages 3 to ~9, and honestly corresponds to a very specific period in my life

Because of You by Kelly Clarkson

Pieces by Sum 41

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

22. three songs you listen to when you’re sad

All We Do by Oh Wonder

All the King’s Horses by Karmina

SoLow by Keegan Calmes

(this selection was actually hard bc there are... a surprising amount tbh and that probably isnt a good thing lol)

23. three songs that never fail to get you pumped up

How Far We’ve Come by Matchbox Twenty

High on Humans by Oh Wonder

Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon (to the surprise of exactly no one. This song came out five years ago and it’s STILL my feel good song, even when i feel terrible)

(this was also a hard choice because i got so many feel good, pump me up songs as well, which i guess??? balances out the amount of sad songs i know and love??)

24. three favourite old songs

lmao how old are we talking here? early 2000s? before that? 1950s? i’ll just go with some goodies

Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (OKAY SO. this is low-key an all-time favourite of mine and that i relate(d) to a LOT as the person he’s singing about.)

Africa by Toto (damn fucking right im putting it adri!!!)

For What It’s Worth by Buffalo Springfield

26. three favourite non-English songs

Alles Neu by Peter Fox (for once not a lyrics video, bc the official video is part of the Experience for this song)

The Narrow Street by Shin-Yong Woo (aka Jumin’s voice actor. This is simultaneously a huge mood, and gives me feels for my husband)

Little Traveler by clear (the only vocaloid song i know! im truly a sucker for The Little Prince though, the novel that inspired this song)

(be proud of me adri, this section could’ve been nothing but japanese songs, a good portion just from anime.)

29. three songs that influenced you most (some songs change or save lives)

im not gonna lie, a lot of these songs were kind of taken by the childhood ones but lemme see if i can scrounge up any others

In a Big Country by Big Country

Stand by Rascal Flatts

Better Get to Livin’ by Dolly Parton

(As you know, I listen to the first one A LOT, pretty much every time I get into sad mood and want some comfort, but the other two, i sort of forget about, even though i remember these songs being super important to me when i was younger. And re-listening to these now is... kind of crazy tbh, and bringing up all sorts of memories. I will say, perhaps i should give younger me more credit for how hard she was trying to heal and be a better person, just based on these songs lol)

30. three songs you really want your followers to know (for reasons other than all those above)

Lemme see, im gonna give you guys some songs that I internally categorize as late night songs. The songs that make you feel like you’re listening to it at 2 am on a Saturday night, and reality feels just a little bit shifted, and everything feels deeper, more meaningful

Sloppy Seconds by Watsky

Shrike by Hozier

Hurricane by Reuben and the Dark

Sunflower by Post Malone, Swae Lee

+Bonus. Three songs I can listen to, no matter what my mood

Muscle Memory (Acoustic) by Lights. No joke, even on days where i feel like any song is going to irritate the fuck out of me and im sick of listening to music and the emotions they evoke, i can listen to this and immediately feel better

It’s Alright by Mother Mother (legit whenever it shows up in my recommended i smash that mf play button no matter what. it’s like one of, if not the only, song that matches the screaming in my head.)

You’re Somebody Else by flora cash (same as the two above tbh)

[bxcketbarnes]

Dance With Me

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3631

Request:  Hello! Idk if u do requests based on songs but 'It won't Kill ya' by the chainsmokers is amazing and I just pictured this scene like it's that Party at Derek's house with the neon lights, and all that y/n can think about is dancing with Stiles but cant bc they're best friends and that'd weird, she has a huge crush on him, kinda angsty in the middle but fluff af in the end bc obvsly Stiles likes her back?? It's ok if u dont do it tho, ily anyways ♡♡ keep doing awesome writing by anonomoose!

Author’s Note: I thought this was cute. I hope you think so as well! Thanks to my amazing friend @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me!!

Word going around is that Danny’s throwing a party over at Derek’s loft, which I’m assuming he doesn’t know about, and I really want to go, especially with Stiles. Unfortunately, Stiles is having a bit of a rough patch right now, along with Scott and Allison. The three of them were kind of like surrogate sacrifices to find out where their parents had be taken to, and since then, they all have been having nightmares, sleep paralysis, and hallucinations. I’ve been debating with myself all day long to see if I should ask Stiles to come to this party, maybe it’ll help him relax a little bit. I saw Lydia at her locker, checking her makeup in the little mirror that’s on the back of the locker door. Stiles didn’t notice that I had stopped walking, so I walked over to Lydia, feeling a little nervous about asking for her opinion.

 “Hi, Lydia,” I smiled and she looked at me through the tiny mirror, giving me a small smile. She finished applying her lipstick, closing her locker softly before turning around to face me.

 “Hey, Y/N. Whatcha need?” She questioned and my eyes widened, surprised that she knew I wanted something. Lydia chuckled, closing my mouth that I didn’t realize had opened. “Yes, I knew you wanted to ask me something.”

 “U-Um, I wanted your opinion on something,” I started, looking behind me, seeing Stiles talking to Scott, his eyes glancing towards me for a split second before looking away. “You heard about Danny’s party, right?” I asked and she nodded her head, twirling a piece of her hair. “Well, I wanted to ask Stiles if he wanted to go, to get him to relax a bit, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea or not,” I muttered, blushing a bit as she smirked, laying a hand on my shoulder.

 “Aw sweetie, you have a crush on him,” Lydia squealed and my cheeks darkened, looking to the floor as I nodded. “I think you should totally ask him, it’ll be a nice way to get close to each other, just don’t drink too much, because you’ll probably end up doing something you’ll regret,” She smiled and I nodded my head, a smile on my lips.

 “O-Okay, I’m gonna do it. Right now,” I boldly stated, pushing some of my hair out of my face, turning around, facing them. I bit my lip, looking back at Lydia. “How does my makeup look?” I questioned and she gave me a thumbs up, pushing me in their direction. I let out a breath, shaking off the nerves as I sauntered towards them, feeling my heartbeat faster. I glanced at Scott, seeing the same smirk on his face as he told Stiles he was heading to lunch, leaving him alone and I became a little more nervous.

 “H-Hey, Y/N,” Stiles stuttered, giving me a small wave before pulling me into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to talk to Lydia? I would’ve went with you,” I bit my lip, shrugging as I played with the tips of my fingers, not actually speaking a word yet. “You okay?” He asked, laying a hand on my arm.

 “Y-Yeah, sorry. I was lost in my thoughts. Um, I wanted to ask you something though,” I paused as he nodded his head for me to continue, a grin on his beautiful lips. “I-I was wondering if maybe, you wanted to go to Danny’s party? A-As friends, of course,” I muttered, mentally facepalming, taking my lip between my teeth. Stupid. Stupid. His cheeks turned pink as he scratched the back of his neck and I begin to frown, thinking he’s gonna say no.

 “I-I mean, I usually don’t go to parties, because I’m never invited, but yeah. I definitely want to go,” He smiled down at me and my frown turned into a smile, wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Stiles chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his large hands on my lower back.

 “T-This is great, oh my god. I can’t believe you said yes. Now, I have to go to the mall and find a cute outfit because I don’t have any cute party outfits and I need to do something with my hair an-,” I get cut off by Stiles placing his hand over my mouth, my eyes widened as I realized I was rambling. “Sohhfrryf,” I apologized against his hand as it muffled, not sounding like a word at all.

 “It’s okay. God, I forget how much we’re alike in some ways,” He chuckles as we walked towards the cafeteria. I giggled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, biting my lip again. I’m in too deep.

 I had texted Lydia and Allison, asking them if they would want to come with me to help find an outfit. I also wanted their fashion opinion, since I’m not exactly a fashion guru. The both agreed and Lydia offered to drive us, so here I am, sitting on my front step waiting for her and Allison to pull into my driveway. My phone begin to ring, snapping me from my thoughts and I dig through my purse, seeing Stiles calling me. I slide to the answer the call, pressing the phone to my ear. “Stiles? Hey, what’s up?”

 “H-Hey, Y/N! Um, this is a bit hard to explain, but I-I can’t go to the party,” I frowned, my heart dropping into my stomach. I clear my throat, my vision becoming blurry as the tears pooled.

 “O-Oh, okay. Um, okay,” I noticed Lydia’s car pulling into the driveway, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I noticed the frowns on their faces as they get out of the car. “I-It’s fine, Stiles. U-Um, I have to go though,” I whispered, my voice cracking a bit.

 “A-Are you okay?” Stiles asked and I covered my mouth with my hand, trying not to let out a sob. So much for working up the courage to ask him… “Y/N?” He questioned, worry laced in his voice.

 “I have to go, Stiles,” I muttered, hanging up the phone before he can say anything else. I put my phone back in my purse, running a hand through my hair as I let out a shaky breath. Why go to this party now? The girls sat down next to me, Allison rubbing my back as a few sobs escaped from my throat. “I feel so pathetic,” I whispered glancing at the two of them.

 “You’re not pathetic, sweetie. You’re hurt because you like him, probably even love him,” Lydia mentioned, pushing the hair out of my face. “I’m going to assume he said he couldn’t go to the party?” She asked and I nodded my head.

 “I thought, I really thought that he’d be excited to go, but I guess I misread everything. I know that he’s dealing with a lot of shit. I just wanted him to relax a bit,” I whispered, sniffling a bit.

 “C’mon, maybe shopping can distract you for a bit,” Allison murmured, pulling me off the step, heading towards the car.

 Stiles looked down at his phone, frowning as Scott walked into his room. He didn’t notice him walk in as he continued to be in thought, wondering why I had been so upset about him not going to this party.

 “Dude? You okay?” Scott asked, Stiles’ head shooting up, looking at him. Stiles nodded his head, placing the phone on his bed as he rubbed his eyes, feeling tired. He hadn’t been getting much sleep lately since he can never figure out when he actually wakes up or is still dreaming, more like a nightmare though.

 “Y-Yeah, I just got off the phone with Y/N and I think I made her upset,” He muttered, looking to the ground. Scott sat on the chair by Stiles’ desk, furrowing his eyebrows.

 “Why do you think that?” Scott asked and Stiles looked up at him, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth, letting out a sigh.

 “Danny’s party is tomorrow night and I told you I’d help you guys with getting Kira’s phone, so I called her and told her that I couldn’t make it to the party,” Stiles looked back to the floor, tapping his foot as Scott got up, patting him on the back lightly.

 “Kira and I could possibly do this without you, if you want to go with her,” Scott mentioned and Stiles shook his head before letting out a groan, rubbing his face with his massive hands.

 “I have no idea what to do,” He sighed, looking down at his phone, seeing a picture of the two of us. Allison saw us outside where we go sometimes for lunch, by ourselves and Stiles had placed me on his lap, his arms wrapped around my waist as we were laughing about something. She sent me the photo to me that night and I awed at it, immediately sending it to Stiles.

 “Just follow your heart, man,” Scott smiled.

 Allison, Lydia, and I have been strolling through the mall going from store to store, trying to find something that I would like. My thoughts were still on Stiles, though. Did he not want to go with me anymore? Is he going with someone else? I let out a sigh, getting the girls’ attention as they turned around, giving me a look. I mutter an apology, walking in between them as we walked into Forever 21.

 “I’m sorry guys. I promise, no more Stiles,” I smiled, linking my arms with the both of them as we made our way to the clothes racks. I took my bottom lip between my teeth, sifting through some of the clothes on the rack, no really liking any of them. I heard from someone at school saying that there’s going to be body painting, so I want something that’ll show a bit of skin. Lydia came up to me, holding a white lace bralette crop top and a pair of short shorts that are ripped under the pockets, handing them to me.

 “This, this is gonna be perfect on you,” She beamed, leading me towards the dressing room, looking at the clothes in my hand. I walked into one of the dressing rooms, closing the door behind me, locking it. I undress, looking at myself in the mirror for a hot minute before putting on the shorts and top. Wow, I actually look good. I smiled at myself, looking at my ass in the shorts, approving. I heard Allison walk into the dressing room area, telling Lydia’s there’s a minor problem.

 “What is it?” Lydia asked as I pressed my ear against the door, listening closely.

 “Scott and Stiles are here,” Allison whispered and my eyes widened, opening the door, facing the two girls.

 “They’re here? Right now?” I asked and Allison nodded her head as Lydia squealed, admiring the outfit I have on.

 “Babe, you look so good!” Lydia mentioned, bringing me into a hug as Scott and Stiles showed up just outside the archway of the dressing room and Scott cleared his throat, the three of us glancing towards them. My breath hitched in my throat, seeing what Stiles was wearing, plaid shirt with a white undershirt and denim jeans, and he looks so, so good. I looked to the ground, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, feeling his eyes on me.

 “I-I’m gonna go change,” I whispered, walking back into the dressing room, hearing small talk from my friends on the other side of the door, before hearing nothing. They must’ve went back out. I took off the crop top, just as the door opened, Stiles walking in and closing the door behind him. I turned around, letting out a small gasp, covering chest with the top. “S-Stiles!”

 “O-Oh god, I’m so sorry. I thought you would’ve been dressed by now,” He stuttered, closing his eyes, letting out a sigh. “Um, I wanted to apologize,” Stiles muttered as I slipped on my t-shirt, looking at him like he’s crazy.

 “And you couldn’t wait until I was done getting dressed?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes at him as he peeked, seeing I was dressed, my arms crossed over my chest.

 “I-I was being spontaneous?” He sounded unsure, blushing a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. “Like I said, I wanted to apologize for canceling on you,” He sat on the small bench as I sat down next to him, our legs touching slightly.

 “I-It’s fine, Stiles. I told you it was fine,” I whispered, looking up at him and he glanced at me, frowning.

 “It’s not though. I’m pretty sure I made you cry and I didn’t want that to happen. I hate when you cry and for me to be the person who did it, made me feel even worse.” He looked to the ground and I frowned, taking one of his hands in mine, playing with the tips of his fingers.

 “I just wanted you to relax, Stiles. You’ve been under a lot of stress lately and I just wanted to help.” I smiled at him, leaning my head against his shoulder.

 “That’s why, after I help Scott and Kira, I’m going straight to that party. Okay?” Stiles asked and I looked up at him, grinning. I nodded my head, leaning up, pressing my lips to his cheek before leaving the dressing room, looking back at him before leaving.

 “I’ll see you there.” I bit my lip, walking out of the dressing room, a smile on my lips. I walked towards Lydia. “I’m gonna go buy these,” I mentioned, smiling as she nodded her head, a grin on her lips.

 I had called Lydia in dire need of help with my hair. I had no idea what to do with it as I paced my bedroom, all dressed up in my outfit, makeup applied and everything.

 “Alright, in the chair!” Lydia told me as she barged into the room and I scurried to the chair in front of my vanity. She stood behind me, brushing my hair as she thought what she could do to it and she ended up french braiding my hair into two tails. “There!” She grinned and I stood up, standing in front of her.

 “How do I look?” I asked, twirling around while biting my lip. “D-Do you think Stiles will like it?” She smiled, nodding her head.

“He’ll love it. I promise you,” She said, linking my arm with hers as we head towards her car, driving to Danny’s party. I became more nervous the closer we got towards the loft, since I’ve never actually been to a party before. We pulled up to Derek’s building, getting out of the car as I look up, seeing all the lights going off in his loft, my heartbeat speeding up. “C’mon, you got this.”

 We walked into the loft, seeing the mass of people dancing to pop music, most of them grinding on each other and I was about to walk out when Lydia stopped me. She gave me a look and I sighed, turning around, walking into the loft as she brings me towards the body painting area. The girl running it smiled at me, which I returned and asked me what I had wanted. “Uh, surprise me,” I chuckled and she nodded her head as she began to paint lines on my body, noticing how nervous I am.

 “How come you’re nervous? Meeting a guy here?” She asked and I glanced at her, swallowing visibly as I nodded my head.

 “Y-Yeah. My best friend, who I have an unhealthy crush on,” I muttered, looking down at the glowing paint. She grinned as I blushed, thankful that it was dark in here, continuing her painting.

 “That’s adorable. Are you going to tell him tonight?” She looked up at me as she finished the paint job on my body. “Do you want lipstick?” She questioned and I nodded my head, pointing at the orange one. She picked it up, placing the color on my lips. I rubbed my lips together and she gave me a thumbs up, telling me it was perfect.

 “To answer your question, I might. I’m not actually sure yet. I need to muster up the courage first,” I chuckled, giving her a tip. She takes the five dollar bill, smiling at me as she patted my back.

 “You got this!” She grinned, pushing me towards the crowd. I bumped into a few people, muttering apologies as I try to find Lydia. I heard the loft’s door slide open, glancing over to it as I see Stiles, Scott and Kira walk into the place. I made my way over to them, smiling when Stiles noticed me, his eyes widening a bit.

 “Stiles!” I yelled, bringing him into a hug, feeling his arms wrap around my waist. I pulled away from him, waving at Scott and Kira. “How does my body paint look?” I questioned and Stiles’ eyes raked over my body, licking his lips a bit, nodding his head.

 “I-It… You looks great,” He breathed out and the song changed, the familiar beat of my favorite song came on: It Won’t Kill Ya by The Chainsmokers. I really wanted to ask him to dance, but chickened out. His hand wrapped around my wrist, leading me towards the spiral staircase as we sat down on the steps.

 Oh, dance with me, it won't kill ya

And one for the road

 I tapped my foot to the beat, watching people dance, seeing Allison and Isaac dance together, along with Kira and Scott. I let out a sigh, glancing to my left, looking at Stiles, his eyes on the dance floor.

 Dance with me, it won't kill ya

And one before you go

 “Um, Stiles?” I asked and he glanced down at me, letting out a hm. I can feel my heart pounding against my chest. “D-Do you wanna dance?” I looked towards the dance floor then back at him as his lips parted, doing the same.

 Dance with me, it won't kill ya

And one for the road

So why won't you stay a little longer?

 “O-Oh, I don’t know,” He started and I bit the inside of my cheek, nodding my head. “I’m not a great dancer,” Stiles muttered, his eyes still on me as I looked away from him. He’s killing my confidence here.

 “E-Excuse me,” I whispered, standing up about to walk away when his fingers gripped onto mine, making me turn around. He stood up, intertwining our fingers, leading me towards the dancing people. I bit my lip, looking at the back of his head and he stopped in the middle of everyone, facing me a small smile on his lips.

 “Even though I’m not a great dancer, I’ll gladly dance with you. Especially to your favorite song.” He took a few steps back and I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering what he’s going to do. He began doing the sprinkler in a weird, hyper way and I busted out laughing, covering my mouth with my hand as I joined him, dancing like fools together.

 You're putting your jacket on

Oh no, is the moment gone?

Don't wanna regret this one

Ooh, I wanna know ya

 He pulled me closer to him, grinning as he finally looked relax. I laid my hands on his biceps, smiling up at him as our foreheads touched, my cheeks heating up, not realizing how close we were. Both of us moved to the beat, his hands on my hips as I shake them side to side. We continued to dance for about a half an hour, my feet ending up getting tired as I took his hand in mine, pulling him back towards the spiral staircase. Stiles sat behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist as I laid against his chest.

 “I’m really glad you invited me, Y/N,” He whispered into my ear, feeling his lips on the side of it. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as my heart skipped a beat.

 “I’m glad I did too,” I muttered, looking back at him. His eyes connected with mine and started to lean in, our noses brushing together as my eyes fluttered shut, waiting for his lips to connect with mine. Our friends watched from a distance as Stiles closed the gap between us, moving our lips against each others. I rested a hand on his cheek as his hands grip my waist, pulling me closer to him, sitting on one of his legs. He pulled away, his lips parted as I opened my eyes, smiling down at him, running my fingers through his hair. Some of my orange paint was on his lips and I giggled, rubbing my thumb along his bottom lip as his tongue came out, licking his lips a few times.

 “Wanna get out of here?” He asked and I nodded my head, getting off of his lap. Stiles intertwined our fingers as he lead me out of the loft. “If you didn’t get the hint from that kiss, um, I really really like you, Y/N,” Stiles muttered, looking down at me as he leaned onto the back of the jeep. I stood in between his legs, taking both his hands in mine as I smiled.

 “I really like you too, Stiles.” I bit my lip before leaning up, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as he had the biggest grin on his lips. He leaned down again, meshing our lips together in a sloppy kiss before we got into the jeep, driving to his house.