Suds & Sponges || Stiles Stilinski X FemReader

Suds & Sponges || Stiles Stilinski x femReader

 Summary: Stiles does everything he can to see the cute girl at the car wash. Words: 6k Warnings: cute af stiles, he’s obsessed let’s be real, and reaallly awkward  Notes: this is a weird writing approach that i took.. it’s about Stiles’ perspective? idk?? dont hate it pls, also i started this off good and then i fkucked it up toward the end so.. sorry about that

Eyes squinted as you peered up to the sky; the blinding heat of the sun only partially blocked by your hand as it acted as a makeshift visor, your skin licked with Californian summer warmth on the parts of your body that weren’t shielded by your denim shorts or tied-front tank. The weather was utterly idyllic and served as the quintessential backdrop of your Saturday activities. Your focus was drawn toward your strawberry-blonde friend next, her hands gripping at her hips as she stood with poise, leadership strewn within her words and body language. Lydia was making sure that her senior prom fundraiser was getting underway, and as Student Body President, the girl wouldn’t accept any standard less than perfect. This explained the near army line-up of students who would be joining you in making some quick cash - some happily volunteering, others practically forced against their will by Lydia’s strength when it comes to persuasion. You, however, just couldn’t say no to some fun in the sun, or the way your friend’s doe green eyes bored into yours with the utmost pleading expression you’d ever come across.

You were all separated into small teams, and within a few minutes, were surrounded by fresh sponges and an array of water buckets. A couple of Sophomores were coaxed into standing outside of Beacon Hills High with glittery signs describing a car wash; their excitement oddly infectious as it began to draw in customers from the passersby. Several vehicles had already started a queue, and the addition of the summer hits playlist that Mason had put together had begun to sing loudly through the speakers scattered across the parking lot. 

You felt pumped as the atmosphere began to grow; the cooling temperature of the water acting as a stimulating contrast to the harshness of the sun, alongside the small chatter and laughs you shared between your teammates, Sydney and Malia. Lydia grinned wholefully and knowing that she was happy made you happy - except for the anticipated searching glances you would throw around every now and then, looking for the solid blue structure of a familiar jeep that had yet to make an appearance.

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Echo x reader

Summary: after spending the night with Echo you wake up to make him some breakfast. Word count: 1,2k T/W: light non-explicit sexual implications and domestic Echo which should be a warning all by itself. A/N: This is purely self-indulgent.

Getting to spend the night with Echo was rare. Waking up with him not only still next to you but also still fast asleep was even rarer.

The clone seemed to have this sixth sense that made him wake up at the same time every day. Honestly, at this point it wouldn't even surprise you if the Kaminoans had in fact somehow managed to build that into his and his brothers DNA.

But today was one of those few mornings where you got to take in the sight of your boyfriend while he was asleep, expression relaxed and devoid of any worries and stress. It suited him.

His mouth was slightly open, small snores escaping him. Legs tangled with yours and his arm draped over your waist. 

You laid on your side, taking in the sight in front of you with a smile. Kriff, he was beautiful. And all fucking yours. All yours.

You turned, checking the time on Echo's comm device he' d left on your bed stand for the night. There were still a couple hours before he'd have to head off. Good, you would have time to make him some breakfast then. 

Carefully untangling your legs you slipped out of the bed. Not wanting to switch the lights on in fear of disturbing his sleep, you felt blindly on the floor, fingers clenching around the first item of clothing, which happened to be the top half of Echo's blacks.

You slipped it over your head and quietly padded out the room, taking one last affectionate look towards your boyfriend who was dead to the world on your bed. Kriffing cute.

Once in the kitchen you made a beeline for the kaff machine and started it going with two hot mugs for you both.

Just as the first mug was finishing off you heard your bedroom door shut, followed quickly by Echo rounding the corner into your kitchen.

You took him in as he lazily walked over to you, tan chest bare and the grey sweats you’d bought specially for him hanging deliciously low on his hips.  He pressed a sleepy kiss to your forehead and you smiled looping your arms around his neck

“Well good morning handsome"

He hummed, heavy eyes closed and forehead leaning against your own. "Morning to you too beautiful," he rasped. Stars, that morning voice.

The kaff machine beeped, making you break free of Echo's embrace and walk over to it, picking up both your mugs.

"Is that kaff?," he inquired, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Mhm, sure is," you replied, passing him the biggest of the two steaming mugs and relishing in the excited look on his face.

"Thank you meshla," he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple

"You were supposed to stay asleep for longer," you pouted, "Was gonna make you a proper breakfast n' everything, kriff knows you need it after eating the GAR food every day,"

He chuckled, "Just this kaff is already perfect, don't worry baby,"

"Yeah but I wanted to do something nice for you Echo," you replied wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing a soft kiss on his lips before adding, "You deserve it,”

He smiled and kissed you back. A couple of beats of silence passed before Echo quietly broke it

"Y'know, we can always make our breakfast together," he suggested shyly, "I mean I can't promise I know what I'm doing but you can teach me, we have plenty of time.”

You perked up at his suggestion, eyes shining with excitement "Really?"

"Sure meshla," he chuckled, "Anything you want, just tell me what to do.”

You smiled wide, "Ok then trooper, what do you feel like eating this morning?"

"Literally anything is better than what they make us eat in the mess hall."

He smiled when you laughed. “Ok then, we’ll pick something nice and easy."

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"What do you mean you don't know how to use a toaster?"

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck "The Kaminoans never really gave us cooking lessons." 

You looked at him dumbly before quickly coming back to your senses "Okay then… C'mere I'll show you" you beckoned him closer and he shyly came up to stand behind you.

You explained the steps for setting up the toaster, all while he watched you carefully yet intently over your shoulder.

It was one of the things you loved most about Echo, The genuine curiosity he had towards life and the natural desire to learn more were some of the first things that drew you to him and made him stand out between his other brothers.

"Ok then," you said, “You wanna give it a try?” He nodded and you stood back, watching him with a loving smile as his brow furrowed, fully concentrated on making this toast. He was definitely an ARC trooper alright. He carefully pushed the toast down, hand hovering over it for a second before turning to look at you for conformation. “Did I do it right?”

You chuckled at his uncertainty, stepping up on your tippy toes to give him a chaste kiss “You did it perfectly babe. Now we’ve just gotta wait a few minutes and it’ll be ready.”

He hummed and moved to wrap his arms around your stomach from behind "That I can do”

"Y’know" he whispered, lips brushing against your neck as he spoke "You look so fucking good in my blacks meshla”

You smirked and lent back, his chest pressing again your back. “I’m sure you’d like it better if I was out of them”

His warm hand slowly crept up your thigh, making you inhale sharply “Oh I certainly would” he purred into your ear.

“Maybe you should do something about it then” you teased slightly out of breath from the feeling of his hand creeping further up and slowly moving to your inner thigh.

He chuckled and began formulating a response when the toaster suddenly pinged, making him jump. You bit your lip to try to stop the smile threatening to spread across your face.

“Sorry”, you said trying to quell your giggles for the sake of his dignity, “Forgot to tell you it did that”

“Made me jump out my fucking skin” he swore. Unable to hold it any longer you burst out laughing. 

He smiled watching you “You look pretty when you laugh”

A blush spread across your cheeks, making him smirk and cup your cheek “And even prettier when you blush”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless, giving a quick kiss to his nose “C’mon you sweet talker, let’s finish this breakfast”

"Yes ma'am" he said with a mock salute and a goofy smile. You huffed out another laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder "Idiot"

"You know you love me," he teased, smile growing wider.

"Mhm, I do" you craned your neck to give him another peck on the lips. "Cause you're my idiot"

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The fact that they never took Tech to a space casino to hustle people at cards is such Bullshit they could have made so much money in a single night doing that .

Phee babysits Omega for them and they all go to space Las Vegas and it just turns into the Star Wars version of The Hangover

Like it would be so funny cause it would probably just look like this

You looked left, then looked right before then hobbling down the hallway, safely making it to the dimly kitchen of your apartment without so much as a peep but just when you thought you were in the clear. The lights turn on and in the doorway, you could clearly see the disappointment upon Adam’s face as he crossed his arms over his chest.

‘Fuck.’ You hissed under your breath.

‘Shouldn’t you be in bed, resting.’ You grimaced, knowing you’ve tested his patience one too many times with your constant escapades that were birthed from your boredom of being bed bound.

To provide a little bit of context: The most recent mission you and the guardians had partaken in turned out well enough to be considered a success…had you weren’t then later on ambushed by what you had originally thought was the corpse of your slain enemy; leaving you in a state of injury and on bed rest until all sustaining wounds were properly healed over.

During this, Adam had appointed himself your caregiver and would often catch you in the act of attempting one of your many grandiose plans of retrieving a snack from the fridge when your hunger could no longer be ignored or your comfort plushie, before ushering your back to your room and getting what it was that you needed for you. Oftentimes you’d think to yourself that Adam was doing this out of a sense of guilt in not being able to react fast enough but he -as much as the rest of you- couldn’t have known that amongst the dead there would be one still clinging to their last embers of life whilst scheming the ultimate revenge plot.

‘This is the fourth time this week.’ Adam began his chastising.

‘I know…’ you muttered.

‘Your wounds will never properly heal at the rate that you’re going.’ He continues and it feels as though you’ve heard this same rant more then you’d like, but then again you guessed it was kind of your own fault for not actively doing your part in allowing your wounds the time to heal; Even now you felt them scream at you in agreement from beneath the thick gauze as they throbbed in anguish, causing you to wince and bite down your groans of pain as to not alert Adam.

However Adam was more observant then you or anyone gave him credit for and had saw the way your hand instinctually reached for your heavily bandaged side and how the muscles in your face contorts into one of pain and discomfort. His posture relaxed, arms limp at his side, as his face softened; All he wanted to do was make sure your healing went accordingly but he failed to take into account of how restless you’d become from the inactivity, which had lead to your current situation becoming a common occurrence.

‘Your wounds are flaring up again.’ Adam said softly as he made his way to your uninjured side. ‘Let me help you back into bed at the very least.’ You mulled it over but ultimately decided that you should stop making Adam’s job as your caretaker harder then it should be and actually allow your wounds their time to heal because what you were doing wasn’t helping anyone and it certainly wasn’t helping your healing process, only proving in hindering it even more then necessary.

‘Fine.’ You said, accepting that you were loosing this battle, allowing Adam to escort you back to your room and helping you find a comfortable position without irritating your wounds even further then you already have. Before Adam left your room, you find yourself calling out to him. ‘Adam.’ The golden boy looks over his shoulder, ‘I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass. I know you were just trying to help and all I’ve been doing is make it harder on the both of us. I just wanted to say thank you for putting up with me.’

‘You could never be trouble for me.’ Adam admits. ‘I find your inability to stay situated an admirable trait as it only tells me that you have a restless spirit that won’t go quietly into the night. So don’t apologise for I’ll always be here whenever you should need me.’ He finishes with a soft smile before closing the door behind him and you found yourself smiling when drifting to sleep.

Reader: name a more iconic duo then my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Adam, genuinely trying to bringing you comfort: you and me!

Reader, tearing up: okay.

They are no longer the “Bad Batch”

They are now the “Sad, and can’t function without their mum” Batch