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ikn0wtheend · 1 year

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thoroughfare - modern!ellie x reader

summary: you knew ellie once and a road trip back home together complicates things more than it should.

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

word count: ~4.5k

c/w: angst, fluff, mutual pining, language, implied sex, hopeful ending? loser lesbians as always.

a/n: um I do not know where this came from seeing as this is quite the diversion from ‘the record’ but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I was just listening to ethel cain’s ‘thoroughfare’ (as a girlie does) and I blacked out and apparently wrote 4k words of whatever this is. spoiler alert: they don’t even make it back home, they drive for like 5 hours. as always let me know what you think and if you’d like me to make this a series (I'm currently on the fence about it). <3

main masterlist & thoroughfare [2]

It was hot. The kind of hot that doesn’t give you a reprieve no matter how many layers you take off or how hard you fan yourself with your hand. It was sticky and miserable. You want to claw at your skin.

Sitting on the sidewalk you waited for Dina to arrive, you hadn’t really gotten the full details from her. All she had said was “meet outside your apartment” giving you a specific day at a specific time. But you couldn’t complain, you were the one that had called her in distress, forgetting about timezones when she answered the phone half-awake.

Someone eclipses the sun from their spot next to you. You turn with your hand above your brow to get a better look at them and when you do your face automatically scrunches up.

“Why the fuck are you here?”

“Why the fuck are you sitting on the sidewalk?”

You stand up, brushing your pants off. “Oh fuck you, Ellie.”

“No fuck you.” She retorts.

You were going to punch her. Right here. Right on this very sidewalk. You were going to draw your fist back and punch the freckles on her left cheek off of her face. You clench your fists. “I’m not gonna stand here and argue with you.”

“You started it.”

“You’re really gonna play the blame game?”

“Who the fuck calls it a ‘blame game’?”

“Literally everybody you fuckwad.”

“So we’re calling each other names now?” She places both hands on her hips. “You’re such an asshole.”

“I see you’ve lost your touch.” You mirrored her stance. “Asshole isn’t very creative.”

“Neither is fuckwad, you fuckwad.”

You throw your hands up. “Jesus Christ, you’re impossible.”

“No you’re imposs-”

Your phone rang interrupting Ellie from finishing, what you were sure was a very clever rebuttal, Dina’s name flashing on the screen. You quickly turn your back to Ellie and answer.

“Hey-”

Dina cuts you off. “Has she shown up yet?”

“Who?”

“Ellie.”

You sucked in a breath and pinch between your eyes. “Dina, please don’t tell me my ride across the country is Ellie.” You chanced a look at the girl in question, painfully aware of the way she raised her eyebrows to remind you she could still hear you.

“Um yeah? You said you need a ride and that it was urgent and Ellie was closest.” Dina stated simply. As though she didn’t know that this was bound to create a mess, one you might not recover from.

“Okay maybe I exaggerated when I said ‘urgent’, I would’ve happily of waited for you or Jesse.” The words rush out of you, eager to get her to understand and to undo this mess.

“You were literally in tears when you called and like I said Ellie was closest. You’ll be fine.” She said flippantly. As though she wasn’t a first-hand witness to the shit-storm that had happened two years ago.

“I don’t think we share the same definition of ‘fine’, Dina.” Her name comes out with a bite.

You hear a long sigh. “Look just trust me on this. And hey maybe this will be good for the both of you, you’ll finally be able to talk about it.”

“Did it even occur to you that I left because I didn’t want to talk about it?”

“Fair point.” She concedes. “But listen I can’t come get you until next week, and that's being generous, so just suck it up and come home. I miss you.”

Fuck, you thought. You couldn’t stay here, not for another week, and hearing Dina say she missed you made you press the heel of you palm into your chest to try and calm the ache. It wasn’t the first time she had told you she missed you since you left, you heard it everytime you called. Sometimes when the time stretched thin between the two of you she would send you a text reminding you she was thinking of you. That she hadn’t forgotten.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” You can hear the concern in her voice now.

“Yeah. Thank you.” You clear your throat. “I miss you too.” You really did.

She throws out a number of goodbyes and ‘I love you’s’, words you return, before she hangs up. You take a deep breath before turning to look at Ellie again who was standing there with your bags in her arms. She looked silly, you thought. Adorable. You scowl.

“I can carry my own things you know?”

“Just get your arse across the road and into the car.”

“Sir yes sir.”

You think you hear a huff of laughter escape her, you think the heat is making you imagine things.

You’re avoiding looking at Ellie, instead you’re focused on the stretch of road laid out in front of you. The two of you had been stuck at a stand-still for the last couple of hours, neither wanting to be the one to break the silence. Maybe it had less to do with not wanting to and more to do with not knowing what to say.

You knew her once, could tell anyone that would listen how loud she liked her music, the way she took her tea. You knew which side of the bed she preferred despite her protests that it was childish to have a favourite - it was the left.

You knew her. You knew her. You knew her.

You’re not sure if you still do. Her hair is different and her shoes look new - you don’t recognise the brand of air freshener hanging from the mirror. This time when you feel an ache in your chest it feels like something akin to grief. But she still looks like your life two years ago and the thought that you might not look the same makes you slump in your chair.

It’s another silent hour before you make your first stop at the gas station, even so Ellie still gets out of the car without saying a word. You watch her for a second, eyeing the way she leaned back against the car with her arms crossed over her chest, before unbuckling your seatbelt and heading inside to grab some snacks.

You take your time browsing down the aisles, glad for the chance to stretch your legs for a bit. There was something about gas stations that made you nostalgic, something about you and Ellie at a gas station that made you nostalgic even though she was outside pumping the gas. There were too many times to count when the two of you would make your way to the closest one at all hours of the night to stockpile on chips and candy for movie nights. You would walk through every single aisle and she would follow, not once complaining over the fact that you got the same things everytime and they were two aisles over. She would hold out a hand to carry the food and you would pay, swatting at her whenever she tried to sneak her card to the cashier who looked far too tired to even act amused. Ellie would say ‘thank you’ and you would tell her that it was on her next time although you both knew that was a lie.

So you allow your mind to wander and your feet to carry you aimlessly. You rely on muscle memory to take you where you need to go because all these gas stations are built the same. You pay and try to leave the memories at the automatic doors.

Ellie is still standing outside the car when you exit with a full bag, arms still crossed. You call her name and chuck a chocolate bar at her a bit more aggressively than you originally planned, because it hits her square in the chest and falls to the ground with a sad splat. Ellie looks at you irritated.

“What the fuck?”

You wince, shoulders up by your ears. “Sorry.” You say sheepishly.

She rolls her eyes as she bends down to grab the bar off of the ground, you see the moment her harden gaze softens and as quick as it was there it was gone again. She rises slowly, flipping the bar around in her hands.

“I hope they’re still your favourite.” You wring your hands together.

She nods. “Get in the car, we gotta go.” Before you can respond she turns her back to you and retreats to the car.

You puff out your cheeks before blowing the air out and make your way back to the passenger side, dumping your bag of snacks onto the floor in front of you. You buckle your seatbelt and lift your head to see Ellie already looking at you, she raises an eyebrow in lieu of asking if you’re ready. You nod.

The two of you drive in silence for roughly another 30 minutes before the urge to speak hits you. The last time you were in this car, you and Ellie talked until you couldn’t breathe, saying whatever was on your mind and taking breaks to sing whatever song was playing. You fear that if you don’t say something now you might choke.

“Do you remember the time Dina was learning to drive and she hit the curb so hard she started crying?” You don’t know why this is the thing your brain conjured up, maybe the combination of recycled air and the smell of Ellie’s cologne was getting to you.

Ellie snorts in surprise and looks between you and road. “How could I forget. We had to drive home with a flat tire.”

You’re laughing now, “And you had to bribe her back into the car with the promise of burgers.” You throw your head back.

Ellie’s laughing now too, a far away look on her face. “Yeah I did, didn’t I? Jesus Christ I thought she was gonna stand in the middle of the street all night and someone was gonna run her over, honestly I wouldn’t of blamed them.” One of her hands was off the wheel and gesturing wildly. “I don’t even know why she was standing on the road, the car was halfway up the sidewalk she should’ve stood there.”

Your laughter tapers off but a wistful smile remains on your face, you see Ellie look at you funny out of the corner of your eye. “What?” You ask softly, your eyes now on her profile. Pretty, you think.

“Nothing. Your laugh sounds the same.”

You struggle to maintain your composure. “Is that a bad thing?”

She shakes her head. “No. Just makes me remember.”

You don’t ask what exactly it was she remembers, because you think that it doesn’t really matter. She remembers your laugh and that's enough for you. It has to be, because you know you weren’t in the position to ask for more.

Ellie hesitantly calls out your name this time.

“Yeah?”

“Why did you leave?”

The question was sobering, you were expecting it the moment you saw her yet it still made you flinch. “I couldn’t stay.” You say.

You don’t elaborate.

She furrows her brow and you have the urge to smooth it out gently with your thumb and apologise for being the reason that its there. “Why didn’t you come back?” She tries again, voice strained like it hurt her to ask. Maybe it did.

You give her a smile. “I am now aren’t I?”

“I don’t know, are you?”

Your smile falters.

“Fuck you.” You snap, smile fully gone and replaced with something harsh. You quickly try and backtrack. “I’m sorry-”

“No it’s okay.” You both know it’s not okay. “I shouldn’t of asked.”

“Ellie-”

“Do you want to listen to something?” She interjects as she reaches over you to open the glovebox and pull out a stack of CD’s with one hand, you remember buying her some of them, she plops them down in your lap. “Take your pick. That Fleetwood Mac one is in there somewhere if that’s still your thing.” It was still your thing.

You grab something different instead, something that you couldn’t immediately attach a memory to and put it in the slot and press play.

You had swapped out the CD playing twice before you finally gathered the courage to speak to Ellie again, still embarrassed you had thrown your words at her face.

“How have you been?” You wince at your own words.

She turns to look at you incredulously. “Is that really what you’re going with?”

You huff even though you knew that it was a dumb question. “Fine. Why did you say yes to driving me home?”

“Dina forced me.” She was quick with her response.

You let the words sink in before asking another question. “You still could’ve said no.” The Ellie you knew was much more stubborn than Dina, could often outlast any insisting from her.

You watch as she shuffles in her seat and sighs. “Yeah I could’ve but then she would’ve annoyed me about it for forever, so it was easier to just say yes right off the bat.”

Silence fills the air once more as you think about it. Something wasn’t right and perhaps the stifling air in the car was making you agitated or perhaps Ellie wasn’t telling you the truth. The sky was so blue out here, you think.

“Not everything has to mean something.” She blurts out in irritation.

You turn your head to find her already looking at you. “What?”

“I can tell you’re sitting there trying to pick apart what I just said.” She bites at you like you did her, eyes darting between you and the road rapidly as her knuckles grow white from where she clenches the steering wheel. “You do it so fucking much that you forget to fucking listen. Not everyone is trying to speak to you in fucking riddles you know? Maybe, just maybe, when someone tells you their favourite colour’s blue they just really fucking love the colour blue. It has nothing to do with the ocean or the sky, it’s just something that is.”

There was a version of you that she knew and probably was expecting, the same version of you that had snapped at her earlier. That was a small lapse, one apparently Ellie managed to bring out of you. But that part of you that resides somewhere in your chest wanted to yell at her, deny everything she had just said and say something back that would hurt her - hurt you too when you see the look on her face. But nowadays you’re mostly just tired. Besides, she wasn’t exactly wrong.

You click your tongue and hold her stare when she looks back at you. “You done?”

Her chest heaves. “Yes.”

“Good.” You look away. “Focus on the road.”

You hum along to the song playing over the sound of her deep breathing as she tries to calm herself down. When some time passes you open up a bag of what used to be her favourite chips, you were unsure if she still liked them, but you still offer them to her first. You hold the bag steady when she huffs and sticks a hand into the bag to grab some. You’re still mad at her and you’re sure that she’s still mad at you, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care when she continues to crunch on the chips like her life depended on them. It was all so familiar.

Your anger had settled into quiet exhaustion when Ellie pulls into a 24-hour diner. It was iffy-looking but there was something oddly charming about it. You follow her inside and take note of the outdated furniture and the weird smell permeating throughout the room, you like it, you think.

Ellie slides into a booth and sitting across from her you see her under the fluorescent lights. She looked more gaunt here, eye bags prominent. You still thought she looked good. You pretend to look at the menu when its placed in front of you by a young teenage girl, knowing what you’ll get but wanting to look busy. The waitress, Betty her name tag says, comes by with a pot of coffee in her hand, she fills up your mug first and goes to fill up Ellie’s when you quickly cover the cup with your hand. Betty’s look of initial confusion is replaced with a big grin.

“So, what can I get ya?” Her voice is chipper.

You open your mouth the speak but Ellie beats you to the punch.

“She’ll get the pancakes, extra strawberries, and I’ll just get some bacon and eggs please.” Her eyes widen. “Sorry-”

“-No, it’s okay.”

“I must be tired from driving. I wasn’t really thinking-”

“-No really it’s okay.”

The sound of both your voices overlap as Ellie tries to apologise and as you try to tell her that it’s okay. It’s okay that she still knows you. You see Betty out of the corner of your eye watching in amusement, but to be fair the diner was empty so this was probably the most entertainment the place had been in awhile.

“Is that all?” Betty asks, grin still taking over her face.

“She’ll get a diet coke.” You say nodding your head in Ellie’s direction. She looks away with rosy cheeks.

“Y’all are cute. I’ll be right back.” You watch as Betty practically skips away. This diner was oddly charming indeed.

You’re fiddling with the handle of your coffee cup when Ellie’s drink is deposited in front of her. There was an outrageous curly straw swirling from the tall glass and the sheer disbelief on Ellie’s face made you want to laugh. You lift your mug to hide your face behind it. It was decided then that you and Betty would make great friends.

“You think this is funny don’t you?” The defeat in Ellie’s face is endearing.

You take a loud sip of your coffee, eyes meeting hers over your cup. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She sighs.

“It’s a straw Ellie.” You say, unable to hide the teasing in your tone. “If you don’t want to drink from it just drink straight from the glass.”

Ellie looks you dead in the eyes when she takes her first sip and you try to look anywhere but her mouth around that damn straw. She sucks the drink up and you watch the liquid travel around in its various loop-de-loops, Ellie releases the straw between her lips with an exaggerated lip smack. “Refreshing.”

You snort. “You’re making me jealous.”

She takes the opportunity. “Of the straw?” A single eyebrow lifts in question.

“No you bitch.” You feel yourself begin to fluster. “I obviously meant of you. Because you got a cool straw and I got this chipped mug. I mean look at it-” you gesture wildly towards it, “-its bright pink and has like a million swirly things.” Swirly things? Really? Maybe Betty is better off remaining your waitress and not your best friend. It wouldn’t be too big of a loss, you didn’t know her that well anyway.

Ellie was laughing, very clearly proud of herself. “I’m just fucking with you.” She says. “You know that right?”

Right.

You avoid her eyes that were looking for yours, cheeks still warm. “Of course, no harm done.”

“Good.”

There’s a stretch of silence before you hesitantly break it. “Ellie?”

“Yeah?”

You pointedly make eye contact with her hoping that she sees if for what it is, an apology or an admission, either way you hoped she saw it. “I meant it when I said I couldn’t of stayed. Back in the car.” You hold up a hand to stop her from interrupting. “I know you’re gonna ask me why, but I don’t know if I can you reason.”

She reaches across the table to grab your hand that had abandoned your mug. She looked feral in a way, eyes wild. “Try.” She begs. “Please.”

You nod and try to clear the lump forming in your throat. “I think I always wanted to leave, think you knew that too, but I wasn’t gonna leave without you and you weren’t gonna stay without me.” Ellie nods and you continue. “And I would’ve been happy, more than happy to continuing the life that I was living with you. You were my best friend. But do you remember when we got into the argument? The one right before I left?”

You watch as Ellie looks down at your intertwined hands and gulps. “Yeah. Yeah I do.”

“Yeah I remember it too.” You give her hand a squeeze. “I called you every name in the book and you told me that it was suffocating being my friend.”

She grips you tighter as though she was scared you’ll pull away. “I didn’t mean it-”

“I know.” At the time you wished you had read between the lines to find the something in her words, in the same way she had berated you over in the car. Because she did mean it when she said it and you had felt the same way back but hadn’t put it into words. The two of you were suffocated by the love you had for each other that was disguised as being merely platonic. “But Ellie, I left because I was suffocating me too.”

It seemed as though Betty had impeccable timing because there she was happy as a clam with your two plates of food. You look at Ellie looking at your hands still holding each other and you think Betty was either your saviour or your worst enemy.

“Here you two go!” You and Ellie break apart. “And here’s your extra strawberries.” Betty gives you a wink and skips back to wherever she appeared from.

Ellie looks between you and the food. You give her a smile. “Eat. I’ll still be here to talk about it later.” The words you said sounded awfully like a promise.

Betty comes back to grab your empty plates, coffee in hand as she pours you another. “Can I get you another diet coke?” She tempts.

“No I’m okay. Thank you.” Ellie says.

“No problem, holler if you need anything.” There she goes again.

Ellie calls your name this time, you leave your mug untouched. “What did you mean when you said that you were suffocating yourself too?”

“Everytime I looked at you I felt like I was dying.” It wasn’t a full answer, but you weren’t ready to give so much of yourself away. You feel the same way you did two years ago before you left. “Do you understand?” Please understand, you think.

She looks at you with something in her stare that feels holy, like a revelation. “Yeah I think I do.”

The period of time between you meeting Ellie and now is often remembered in differing stages of hurt. The hurt in your hands when you clenched your fists too tightly that time in class when you saw her staring at a girl you couldn’t even name. The hurt on your hip when the two of you got matching tattoos. The hurt in your heart when you went away and stayed away.

The waiting hurt and so did the leaving.

And the realisation that it didn’t need to hurt, especially for as long as you did, left you feeling unsettled. The hurt was familiar, almost as familiar as Ellie, and you didn’t know if you could leave it behind too. Didn’t know if you would survive it. But surviving wasn’t living and this hurt could feel different. Because maybe, finally, all this love will have a place to go.

You stand up to go pay and Ellie doesn’t try to stop you like she used to. You leave Betty a big tip and she gives you a cheesy grin in return with her thanks. Ellie is waiting by the front door with her shoulders slumped and hands fiddling when you turn around. You walk towards her.

“Let’s stop somewhere for the night, yeah?”

“Yeah-” her voice cracks and she clears her throat, “-yeah sounds good.”

When you arrive to the closest motel it wasn’t nearly half as charming as the diner you had just eaten in. There was also no Betty to greet you at the front desk, instead a ragged man who was staring a bit too hard at you told you there was only one room left available. He looked far too happy when he sensed your discomfort.

Ellie places a foot right in front of where you’re standing and steps forward, obstructing your view. “We’ll take it.” She pays this time.

The man throws the keys on top of the counter and grumbles to himself. Ellie places a hand on the small of your back when you turn to walk away and you subconsciously lean into it before you feel her nudge you along. The two of you made the walk to your room in silence but you can still feel the heat from her hand radiating up your spine. You shiver.

Ellie taps your hip, a gesture you remember, to get you to move aside. She swings both bags she was carrying on her shoulder higher so she can open the door and you’re immediately met with the sight of a bed, there was other furniture in the room but the bed really stood out.

There was one bed.

It’s okay, you thought. You had shared a bed with Ellie multiple times, you practically lived at her house that one summer and all the summers following.

“Are you coming?”

You don’t trust your words so you nod and step inside. You didn’t realise closing the door would make the room seem infinitely smaller otherwise you might’ve left it open and just dealt with whatever the consequences were. Because there was still only one bed inside of a really small room. You try and play it cool.

“You’re taking the left.” Smooth.

Ellie agrees easily. “Fine by me.”

You watch as she throws the bags onto the bed and begin rooting through hers, pulling out an old t-shirt that you recognised and a pair of sweatpants. She makes her way to the bathroom without once looking at you. You huff and grab your pyjamas too, changing into them hurriedly and lying down on the right side.

Ellie turns off the light and joins you in bed, the two of you staring at the ceiling. You hear her breathing and it sounds like your childhood. It sounds like your future too, the one you dream but never talk about.

You both lay there under the covers on your backs and you think about how close she is to you. You didn’t know how to tell her you missed her, there simply weren’t enough words in the English language to express it, so you remained quiet. You think a lifetime has past when she decides to speak. In a way it had because you feel a new you being created in this dirty motel room.

“I hate you for leaving.” Without me. You hear the unspoken words this time.

“I know.”

“I hate you.” She states, stance firm.

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t.”

You don’t know who reaches for who first, all you know is that you turn over and there she was, consuming your senses in a way only she knows how. You think about her lips on yours and the way her tongue traces your bottom lip. You think about her hands gripping your waist tight and the way she sighs into your mouth, you think that you want her to do it again. You think that everything about this road trip was doomed from the start. You think that it’s a problem for tomorrow’s version of you to deal with.

You stop thinking when she pulls you on top of her and tugs at your shirt. You sigh into her mouth this time.

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girlboybug · 1 year

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Be Quiet and Drive Far Away

"it feels good to know you're mine."

or the one where ellie takes you out on a celebratory drive after winning a basketball game.

what’s playing 🎧 : be quiet and drive by deftones

pairing : ellie x female!reader (modern college au)

word count : 7k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, heavy petting, oral f!receiving (obvi lolz), facesitting, fingering, grinding, messy makeouts, car sex, virginity loss, weed usage, praise, lowk jealous ellie oops, but also jealous!reader :0 groping, manhandling, dry humping, mentions of strap, masturbation, slight hair pulling, light restraining, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, semi public sex ?? fluff at the end teehee i love lesbians

TRIGGER WARNINGS : sex under the influence but both reader and ellie are high, i can't think of anything else but if i missed smth pls lmk, otherwise enjoy <3

a/n : i know ellie is 5'5 but in this pretend she's 5'10 pls & ty teehee

you’re sitting with jesse and dina, trying to be polite and engage in conversation, but you can’t. you can’t keep up with trying to time your fake laughter in time when they make a joke, not because they aren’t funny, but you can’t pay attention.

the only thing you can focus on is ellie. ellie ellie ellie

dina’s not stupid, she’s been involved with ellie. she knows how enticing she can be without even having to try.

she’s also quick to notice your lack of involvement in conversing, she can follow your eyes that always lead right to ellie. she doesn’t blame you, no one could. all the girls in your friend group have fallen victim to ellie’s effect.

and now it was your turn.

your heart picks up just that much more, when ellie glances at you in the bleachers, and she smiles for a moment, waving at you before she returns her attention back to the game. “WOO YEAH ELLIE!” jesse yells, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“i barely understand what’s happening,” he whispers to both you and dina and you laugh, shrugging. “honestly? i don’t either, i’m just here for ellie,” and jesse doesn’t even have time to stop himself from laughing.

“oh we know,” he snickers and dina nudges him. “don’t be a dick,” she chides, glancing over at you while you try to lessen the hot embarrassment in your cheeks.

“sorry, sorry,” he says comfortingly, scooting closer to you on the bleachers. he rubs your arm and you lean on his shoulder, watching ellie dribble the basketball.

she’s hunched forward, and you can see the necklace you gave her on her birthday hang from her neck, and a bit of warmth flutters in the pit of your stomach at the sweet detail.

you watch ellie push at her opponents, knocking them down like it’s nothing, dribbling the ball before shooting and scoring, not once missing the hoop. she’s impressive, but you don’t really care about the game, no no, all you can manage to care about is just how good ellie looks.

the navy blue uniform fits her so well, it complements her fair skin, and the way she pauses, holding the ball between her thighs when she re-ties her hair, pulling the top half back and letting the front strands fall beside her temples, inevitably sticking to her from the sweat, you can’t bear it.

you’re so, so happy you made dina and jesse come early to the game, swearing up and down if you just beat the crowd you’d score good seats, and boy were you more than right.

you got a front seat to all the action, up close glances at ellie’s hands gripping the ball, her long slender fingers curling over the curve of it, made you squirm just a little.

she walks to the side, taking gulps of water from her bottle, and you watch the droplets stream down her chin messily, trickling beneath her jersey.

she lifts it up, wiping her mouth clean, and your grip on jesse’s arm gets tighter, your eyes unable to peel themselves off the sight of her fit and toned abdomen.

ugh. you need her.

jesse looks down at you, bumping you gently with his shoulder. “you feelin’ alright?” he asks and you sit up, nodding with a pat to his knee. “yeah, uh yeah, sorry, i’m good.” you sip from the slushie dina bought and he raises a brow, clicking his tongue. “yeah…okay,” he chuckles, turning back to face forward.

dina tilts her head backwards behind jesse’s back, catching your stare. she smiles knowingly at you, wiggling your hand in her’s. you both share a laugh before looking back at the game.

–

the game ends, and you’re waiting for ellie in the parking lot to come out from the locker rooms. you’re nervously fiddling with the ends of your tank top, tugging at the loose threads, and dina notices.

she stands next to you, bumping her hips to your’s. “you make things so obvious, be cool, i think she’s coming,” she says quietly, low enough for only you to hear, and you make a squeaky sound full of nerves, looking at her with wide worried eyes. “don’t freak! you look good,” she winks, falling back behind you with jesse.

ellie spots the three of you, her long legs taking strides right to where you all stood. “WOO there’s our champ, congrats dude you killed it,” jesse cheers, and ellie laughs, shaking her head when jesse and her connect hands and hug with a firm pat over the back.

“thank you, thank you,” she curtsies with the ends of her flannel.

“hey din,” she greets, and dina smiles, pulling her in for a hug. her sights shift to you, and her smile deepens. “hi,” she breathes out, her hand falling to your waist, her grasp was just a passing away from tight as she ushers you in her arms.

you squeeze her back, the scent of her freshly washed hair and skin filling your senses. “you did great,” you praise softly, and she replies with an equally soft, thank you, her hand deviating right on the curve above your ass, running her hand side to side.

a spark explodes in the space cradled by the plump of your thighs at her touch.

you can smell the honey and white oak native body wash on her, feeling dizzy from it even when she lets you go, her hands still lingering over your waist. she eyes you, mouthing a silent hi once more before her eyes fall back to jesse and dina.

“so!” she claps her hands together, rubbing them excitedly when she stands amidst you three. “where’re you guys takin’ me for my celebration dinner?”

“about that,” jesse sighs awkwardly, scratching at his neck. “dina and i gotta study for that molecular biology exam tomorrow, we won’t be able to do the dinner celebration with you tonight, i’m sorry ells,” he frowns, but you’re not stupid, actually, even an idiot could see through his poor excuse of a lie.

“yeah, i’m sorry ellie, i promise we’ll make it up to you, but!” dina’s eyes flicker to you, and your eyes widen, your face drops in horror, shaking your head and hands rapidly behind ellie. “someone is still free,” she nods towards you, and ellie turns to look at you.

you paint a smile over the anxiety etched in your face. “you still down for dinner?” she asks, and you bob your head affirmatively, praying she can’t see how painfully nervous you are.

“alright well,” she drapes an arm over your shoulders, turning back to dina and jesse. “you guys suck, we are gonna go have dinner. later.” she sends them a peace sign, walking with you over to her truck.

“how much you wanna bet she’s gonna hit?” jesse asks and dina, groans, rolling her eyes. “you’re gross,” she hops in the car, and he joins her in the passenger seat.

“but 20 bucks.” she answers, looking at him with an upside down smile. jesse laughs, taking her hand in a firm shake. “you’re on.”

–

it’s quiet for awhile, the sound of cars driving beside the truck is calming, the sound of ellie drumming her fingers against the steering wheel is too, but no matter how tame your environment is, you just can’t seem to shed the anxiety that comes with being alone with her. but lucky for you, she speaks while you can’t seem to.

“so you and jesse are gettin’ pretty close huh?” she asks, her left elbow resting against the car window, driving with her right hand. she looks over at you, and you look back, slightly confused.

“uh, i mean i suppose. he hangs around dina and i’s dorm a lot.”

she nods, a quiet yeah while she purses her lips. “i just ask because you guys seemed kinda. buddy buddy at the game,” and you laugh in a hushed disbelief, turning in your seat to face her.

“dude, it’s definitely not like that,” you’re shaking your head, the thought of you and jesse being together is almost hysterical.

the thought of you being with anyone that wasn’t the girl sitting right next to you was ridiculous, but you keep that thought to yourself.

“nah, i just mean..it’d be…cute, if you guys were a thing.” cute sounds forced coming from ellie, the taste on her tongue from verbalizing the image of you and jesse together leaves her crinkling her lips to the side, unhappy with the thought.

you laugh again, and she gazes over at you, brow raised, thumb running under her bottom lip. “somethin’ funny?” she half laughs dryly.

“no no, it’s just,” your laughter fades as you wipe the fake tears from your eyes. “you sound jealous is all. it’s silly.”

the corner of her lips curl just a little, and she inches her head towards you, her hand resting on the stick shift. “do i?” she asks, her voice dropping lower than it usually is, and you swallow hard, feeling hot under her gaze.

you look at the hand that rests next to you on the stick shift, eyes tracing over her knuckles, the rings that adorn them…

you look back up at her and she laughs under her breath, catching you in your stares. she continues driving once the red light switches back to green. “here, you can play whatever you want.” she hands you her phone, and you grin, giggling something cute, taking her phone.

your brows come up in surprise when you log in to her spotify. the saved playlists in her recent activity are not her’s.

“these playlists. they look… familiar,” you suck on your bottom lip to keep from the wide smile itching to spread.

her cheeks get a little pinker at your observations and she chuckles, leaning in deeper in her seat, running her fingers under her lips. “caught me. i stalked your spotify.”

you scroll through the many saved playlists, laughing in shock when you look back at her. “creep, you have just about every playlist i’ve ever made.” the words ring even truer when you land on the playlist entitled e.

shit.

you clear your throat, quickly choosing a playlist that wasn’t the one you made during a crying fit at 2am because you overheard from jesse that she was hooking up with a girl from her basketball team.

“i just so happen to think you have good music taste, and by the way,” she glances away from the road for a moment over to you, pointing a finger in the air. “no one ever gets aux privileges in the truck, so feel special.”

you hold her phone to your chest, bowing with dramatic graciousness. “thank you ellie for this honor, i will appreciate it until the day i die,” she half scoffs, half laughs, the tip of her tongue poking her cheek. “yeah you better,” she feigns a grumble.

“anyways,” you draw out, poking at her sides, laughing when she does at your prodding. “where does the winner wanna eat?”

“agh i was just thinking about that, i kinda want something fancy, i feel like i need to eat something fit for a king,” she’s partially joking, but she’s starving, ready to eat just about anything, and she almost says that when she looks over at you.

she wonders how much you’d squirm if she said that.

“ahh yes, a feast if you will,” you agree, tapping your chin. “what’s fancy and nearby?”

—

you two landed in an olive garden.

“this is the fanciest place i know!” ellie says in defense, trying to convince you of the pure class olive garden has to offer.

“no yeah, i definitely believe that olive garden is the fanciest place you know,” you laugh quietly when she opens the door for you.

“don’t be rude,” she squints at you, pointing at you in tandem.

you two are seated by a hostess, ellie trails behind you, her hand in the middle of your back while you walk, and you have to pretend it isn’t affecting you, and that the heat from her hand doesn’t radiate itself all the way down to a place where it shouldn’t be.

“your server will be right with you,” is what you both are left with before you start scavenging over the menu.

“i’m kinda tempted to get the tour of italy thing but i’m gonna be glued to their toilet if i do,” ellie clicks her tongue and you laugh behind the menu.

“well,” you set the menu down, ellie following in your actions. “is it worth it? tour of italy feast and then explosive diarrhea or one plate of pasta and a minor poop session?”

ellie stares at you with lips cracking into a wobbly laugh. “you really know how to set the mood, don't you?” and you laugh, despite the feeling that picks up in your lower stomach.

set the mood?

was there a mood to be set?

before you can reply, the waiter comes, and you’re half tempted to tell him you need more time, just for a few more seconds alone with ellie.

–

“you’re not paying.” ellie says with finality, giving you a look that says don’t argue. but naturally, of course you do.

“no dude c’mon, it’s your night, you shouldn’t have to pay.” you try to tug at the bill, but her grip is unwavering. “yeah, my night, my rules.” she taps the bill over your nose before digging out her wallet. she slides her credit card into the tablet at the table, winking at you when she catches your annoyed stare.

you roll your eyes despite the fluttery feeling rushing in your chest at the small act. “next time i’m paying.” you promise, and ellie nods patronizingly, opening the door for you on your way out. “don’t give me that look, i’m serious!”

ellie just hums an, i’m sure you are, tossing one of those chocolate mints into her mouth.

“where to next?” you ask, buckling yourself up in the passenger seat. she rests her elbow on your seat, turning around to watch the back of her truck while she pulls out.

your face gets hot, and you can’t get yourself to scoot away from how close she is to you.

“uh, dunno. figured we could just drive around for a bit. that cool with you?” she asks, still close to you, close and in your air. you can smell the chocolate mint and peach bellini tea on her breath and you have to calm yourself before you speak.

“yeah, yeah it-it’s cool with me.” you respond quieter than you intended.

“you sure? i can drop you back off at your dorm if you’re not feelin’ it–”

“no, i mean aha, no no it’s all good with me,” you reply faster than you meant, and you feel like slapping yourself when she laughs. “alright,” she smiles at you, turning back to face the road.

music fills in the silence when you can’t, mind buzzing with possible things to say, none of them sounding good enough to mention.

“so, i heard you’re talking to abby,” ellie says, pulling you up and out of the heaps of thoughts you dug yourself into.

“wait, like talking talking?” you ask, and ellie nods, sucking on her teeth, and you can’t help but wonder if her visible dislike of mentioning abby is because she’s jealous, or because she just doesn’t like her. you tell yourself it’s the ladder, but a giddy feeling fills you up from the pit of your gut at the idea of the other option.

“no, no it’s not like that, i think she’s still into owen or something.” you answer and ellie stays quiet, nodding to herself slowly.

“but if she wasn’t?” she pushes a little further, glancing over at you. “well, i don’t really like abby like that, she’s not my type.” you shrug, and ellie chuckles. “yeah, girls?”

you feel like yelling in her face that you more than like girls, if anything you happen to be in love with the one that’s currently driving.

“no stupid, if anything i’m not…particularly into owen’s type. abby’s cool but, i’m not interested.” you’re treading lightly on this topic, not quite sure why, ellie’s the last person you should be nervous to talk about this with, and yet you still are.

to be fair, ellie just makes you nervous to begin with.

when she pulls to a stop at the red light, her hand finds its way back behind your seat, very close to the nape of your neck.

she's tilting her head at you, her skin illuminating from the bright red glare from the light, and a curl at her lips makes you feel hot all over. “really? i didn’t know you were into girls,”

“how?” you laugh and she shrugs, joining you in your laugh. “well you never said anything!” she replies, her words hanging off the curve of playful exasperation.

you point your knees towards her, letting yourself get closer. “you never asked.” you reply, and she sucks on her bottom lip, her fingers brushing behind your neck, trailing your shoulder. “yeah, you’re right.” she all but whispers, barely covering the sound of your shivering at her ghosting touches.

“i kinda guessed, but just left it as wishful thinking.” you peer at her wordlessly, her comment echoing in the walls of your head.

what was there to be wishful of? is she purposefully saying this shit?

“i wouldn’t have minded,” you decide to say, and she hums a, minded what?

“if you asked. i…i wouldn’t have minded.” you’re quiet when you speak again, and ellie nods to herself, and she chuckles something to herself. “should’ve asked then.”

its quiet for awhile more, until ellie speaks up. “and by the way, you could do a lot better than abby anderson,” you exhale a little at what she says, feigning unsurety, leaning towards where her hand rests.

“i dunno, she is kind of hot.” ellie’s brows screw together and she scoffs. “her name sounds like she came up with it on the spot, she’s always got the same fuckin’ braid and she plays a stupid sport.”

you’re holding back the volume of how hard you want to laugh, which is loudly, but you refrain. “her name is normal and softball isn’t stupid.” she shoots you a suspecting glare, eyes flickering over you up and down. “you sure you don’t like abby?”

you huff, punching at her shoulder, trying to hide your smile when she laughs an ow dude!

“i don’t like abby,” you grumble, and ellie’s lips turn in a cocky way at your confirmation, wanting to rub it right in abby’s face.

“but what about you?” you ask, somewhat accusingly, interrupting ellie’s internal gloating. “what about me? you know i can’t stand her,” she answers and you blow out an irritated sigh.

“not who i’m talking about. i heard you have a thing with one of the girls on your team.” you’re not sure why you let yourself bring it up, the last thing you want to hear is ellie going into detail about her romp with some girl who isn’t you.

“what?” she laughs airily, her wrist now hanging off the stick shift. “where’d you hear that?” she queries and you purse your lips, shrugging.

“probably from the same place where you heard that i’m talking to abby.” your brow raises at her, and her tongue pokes at her cheek, thumb running along her chin. “alright, alright,” she chuckles under her breath.

“it was nothin’ serious, she wanted to experiment, and i happened to be the one she wanted to use as a test drive.” she drums her fingers against the steering wheel, tittering stilly at the memory and you grow uncomfortable, almost upset that she even has something to remember between her and that girl. and it looks like she doesn’t quite mind the memory either.

“that’s like what? the fifth girl you’ve let experiment with you? you’re like the community strap.” ellie looks at you, ears taking notice of the scorn in your grousing. “wow, okay did i strike a nerve somehow?”

“no, no, not at all.” you reply, and ellie watches you for a little longer, seeing that you’re not looking at her. uh huh. she hums to herself before digging through her center console. she pulls out a blunt, quickly fishing out her lighter from her pocket.

she puts it between her lips, handing you the lighter. she points it towards you, and you hold the lit lighter to the end of her blunt, and she blinks a thanks, at you. she inhales, holding it in, breathing it as much as she can, before letting it fan out. she hands it to you, and you accept.

you two pass it back and forth, taking silent drags from it until the silence turns to giggling. “i just feel like i’d be… i don’t know, bad at it? it’s been so long you know?” you admit through a fit of embarrassed giggles and ellie breathes through her’s before responding.

“couldn’t have been that long. how long has it been since you’ve kissed someone?” you suck in your lips, and she bumps your arm. “i won’t judge, i promise.” she swears, and you sigh, closing your eyes when you take in a long drag, handing it back to her when you exhale.

“the third day in the first week of senior year in highschool.” ellie just about slams on the breaks, and you jerk forward, gripping onto your seatbelt. “ellie the fuck–”

“nah dude, you what the fuck! it’s been like, 3 almost 4 years since you’ve kissed anyone?” she’s shocked, and she’s loud, and you wish you never said anything. “what happened to no judging?” you frown, taking back the blunt. “no, no i’m not judging, just…shocked no one’s kissed you in that long,” she murmurs, running her hand across your forearm.

your skin prickles up under her warm palm, and your eyes drift over to the tattoos on the arm touching you, her rolled up flannel fitting around her elbow.

you let your staring fall into her eyes. her throat bobs, and she turns away, her hand still on your arm, the other back on the steering wheel.

“where are we going?” you ask, waiting for her to answer while she’s got the blunt between her lips. “somewhere i can change that.”

your heart freezes before it beats harder than it ever has beneath your chest cavity. “what?” you breathe out and she turns to you. “only if you want,” she replies in the same breath. “okay,” you nod, squeezing the hand on your arm.

she taps the ashes out the window when she pulls up into the picnic area of a park that faces a lake.

and when she turns the keys, killing the engine, it’s too quiet, the ringing in your ears suddenly getting louder and louder.

she shifts around in her seat, fully facing you, and she leans in, the tips of her fingers tracing over the apple of your cheek.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i don’t want you to feel pressured or anything,” she murmurs, her soft words fanning over your lips.

you shake your head, inching closer. “i don’t feel pressured, just nervous,” you admit, the air slowly depleting from your voice.

“i know, s’okay. i got you. come here,” her hand rests on the side of your neck, cradling you to her. she tilts her heard towards you, quickly flicking the roach out the window.

her lips are on your’s, the second you two interlock, she lets out something like a moan in your mouth, it’s quiet but filled with relief.

she wants more.

you’re holding her cheeks, pulling her in closer while her hand keeps you stuck to her, her fingers splayed along your jawline, her thumb on the side of your chin.

the sounds from your kiss fill the truck, and it does something to ellie, it does something to you.

you whimper in her mouth when her tongue pushes between your lips, flicking over yours. you hold on tighter, feeling weak when her tongue piercing grazes you.

she likes the way you cling to her, likes the way your body tells on you, making it clear you’re enjoying this as much as she is. you’re tilting your heads side to side at a slow pace, moving in closer to each other now, hands starting to wander.

the burn from a lack of air feels good, you’re slightly faint, but that’s just ellie’s effect.

her lips sponge a few times to yours before she pulls apart, light gasps for air while she rests her forehead to your’s.

“you sure you haven’t kissed anyone in awhile?” she chuckles, running her hands up and down your arms.

you giggle, pecking her lips. “yeah, i’m sure.” you breathe through your fading giggles.

“i felt your tongue piercing, i didn’t know you actually got it done,” you mention, voice still wavering, the imprint of her lips on yours tracing itself into circles over your own, and she exhales a breathless laugh, moving in nearer.

“you wanna feel it again?” she offers, words falling heavy into temptation. you don’t say anything, you just pull her back in with both hands on either side of her face.

she groans in your mouth, her hand holding you as close as can be by the back of your neck.

you’re both breathing through your noses, too enthralled by the way the other feels pressed up against each other, air feeling unimportant in comparison.

her tongue is on yours, and she slightly inches back, sucking on your bottom lip, letting it fall back in place before going back in, kissing you hard.

her hand lays on your thigh, traveling up your hip, squeezing, pulling you in closer, but you can’t get any closer than you already are.

“ellie,” you expel what little breaths you have to whisper her name. “yeah?” she mumbles, kissing at your jaw. “i wanna be closer,” your nervousness melts away little by little, and you think maybe she took it from you when you kissed.

“we can move to the back of the truck, there isn’t much more space than this in the backseat,” she swallows, pressing another peck to your lips. you nod, and she holds your hip a little tighter before you make your way out the truck.

when you both meet at the back of her truck, she looks down at you, running her thumb over your chin for a moment before pulling the trunk down.

there’s already sheets laid out and you look at her suspiciously, uhh? coming out your mouth.

“was this an elaborate scheme to get me in the back of your trunk?” you ask, knowing that even if it was, you wouldn’t have cared.

“no, oh god, joel was helping me move some shit and he laid that down so it didn’t scratch the bed of my truck i swear,” she rambles, and it’s the first time you’ve ever been the one to make her flustered.

you laugh, clambering up into the trunk. “i’m kidding ells, now hurry up it’s cold,” your knees close together, elbows supporting you upright so you can continue looking at her.

“i’ll warm you up,” she promises stilly, climbing up after you.

she closes the bed of the truck up, laying right beside you, hand holding her head while the other rests on your waist.

her hand drops from her head to rest beside yours when she leans back in to kiss you. you moan as soon as your lips touch her’s, trying to get closer and closer.

she finds herself on top of you, one leg resting under your’s while her other knee rests aside your hip, and when she leans down, sliding herself right up against you, you whimper in her mouth, struggling to kiss her back when you connect there.

the seams at the crotch of your jeans create a friction you both share, and it’s too good.

she’s grunting above you, kissing you hard and messily while she ruts her cunt against your’s, your sweet little cries fueling her, adding gas to her fire that’s already burning her skin hot.

you try to sit up, try to kiss her more, but she pushes you down, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head.

she’s panting just inches from your face, the necklace you gifted her dangling in front of you, the silver E glimmering in the moonlight.

“can feel how wet you are from the outside of your jeans,” she breathes out a cocky chuckle, holding your wrists with one hand while the other dips beneath your tank top, her hand warm at the base of your tummy.

she lets it move up and up and up until it’s bunched at your chin, your chest bared in a cute little bra, the kind with a zipper at the front.

she lowers herself down to it, teeth latching onto the zipper, eyes peering up at you when she drags it down, sighing lowly, carnally, at the sight of your bare tits.

your shoulders try to curl on themselves shyly, but she grips tighter onto your wrists, shaking her head. “fuckin’ hot,” she mutters more to herself, ducking down and attacking one with her mouth, tongue hot and wet, swirling over your nipples, switching between the two. “ellie,” you whimper, back arching. “let me touch you,” you gasp when her teeth graze your nipple. “please?”

she obliges, releasing her hold on your wrists, and they soon fall to her short hair, weaving through the coffee strands.

she kisses down your sternum, down to the middle of your stomach, but you stop her right when she reaches the button of your jeans.

she looks up at you, rising back up to hold your cheek. “sorry, did i go too far?” she asks softly, and you shake your head, clearing away the strands from her eyes. “no, i just…i’ve never…” she gapes at you at your confession.

“you’re a virgin?” you nod, looking away. her index finger guides you by your jaw to look back at her, and she laughs airly. “that’s okay, you don’t need to be embarrassed, but if you wanna do this, i promise, i’ll make it good for you.” she creates a covenant she’s confident will go unbroken, eager to show you how good she can make you feel.

“i’m just scared i won’t… be as good as the other girl’s you’ve been with–”

“hey,” she interrupts you, her hand already resting on your inner thigh, gripping tightly. “they don’t matter. all that does is you,” she whispers into your hair, kissing the space just before your ear before she makes her way back down.

she unbuttons your jeans, pulling them all the way down after you’ve kicked your shoes off. you’re left feeling colder than when you started, but ellie is quick to fix it.

she leaves wet kisses all around your lower tummy, letting her breath fan over your dampening underwear.

a sense of pure pride resonates in her chest when she sees how wet you are, and it’s all for her.

she pushes your underwear to the side, and she sighs when she sees your bare cunt, squeezing her thighs together at the sight of you soaked.

“show me how you touch yourself,” she instructs, her voice soft, but she’s serious, stern. “what?” you ask, unsure if you heard her right. “you heard me. touch yourself. i wanna see what you do that makes you feel good.” she says silkenly, kissing your inner thigh. your breath hitches.

“ellie…” your words dwindling back into nervousness. “hey,” she moves back up, her face close to yours. “i wanna touch you the way you like, just show me what you do and i’ll take care of the rest.” she kisses her confirmation into your cheek before lowering herself back down.

you close your eyes, head resting against the bed of the truck when your fingers find themselves over your clit, rubbing familiar circles over it, feeling your hips start to twist at the light touches.

you dip down into your hole, pushing in, unable to reach the spot you desperately wish you could reach, moaning a quiet complaint, and ellie can’t get any wetter than she is as she watches you.

she could fix that little issue for you.

“did you ever think of me while you touched yourself?” she asks, her hands already starting to ready themselves at your thighs. you nod thoughtlessly, whimpering. “always wanted it to be your hands,” shifting around, the aching sensation only growing.

“so fuckin’ pretty, i’ll take care of you,” she growls, moving your hands aside and diving in as fast as she can, feeling starved yet again but for something sweeter this time.

she moans almost louder than you do once her tongue is on you. you’re shaking, hands finding purchase in the short locks of her hair, trying your best to not yank on them but it’s so hard not to.

it’s difficult trying to think clearly when she’s burying her face as far as it can go into your cunt, her tongue and lips sucking over your clit, her fingers pushing themselves into your fluttering hole.

you’re grateful there’s no one around to witness this, your naked chest, heaving with an ajar mouth flowing with endless moans, and a pretty girl between your thighs going down on you in the back of her truck.

she smacks at your thighs, gripping them hard and keeping them open, spreading you wide for her.

“ellie, fuck,” you cry out, trying to buck yourself deeper into her mouth, but she keeps you in your place, an arm pressing down on your tummy, adding even more pressure to the already intense feeling over her flicking her tongue on your clit.

your eyes roll back and all you can do is cry out her name in the most incoherent mess she’s ever heard from you.

she cups herself, trying to soothe the ache throbbing between her thighs.

but you’re the more important one, she can wait. she pushes her finger back inside you, and it’s long, you squirm when she pushes into you until she hits the knuckle.

she curls over the spongy spot inside you, almost smirking against your cunt when you just about sob.

“that feel good?” she asks breathlessly, mouth wet from your slick when she looks up at you, her wrist still moving, finger still deep in you, fucking you. “uh huh,” you nod pathetically watery eyes barely able to look back at her. “feels sooo good ellie, so good,” you slur, head falling back while you grind down onto her.

“good, baby that’s the goal,” she says lowly, a chuckle somewhere in her words, her lips grazing over your clit when she speaks.

you shudder, trying to have more of her. she keeps her forearm firm atop your stomach, too busy eating you out for you to move away, she’s waited too long and you’re not gonna squirm away from it.

you’re panting, clawing at the sheet you’re laying on top of, legs buckling around ellie, but she doesn’t care, she lets your thighs encase her, she loves the feeling. her tongue piercing rolling over your clit is too much, but it’s so good, you want more.

cries of ellie’s name leave past your bitten lips, falling one after the other, and it makes ellie feel near animalistic, she wants her name and her tongue to be the only things you can say and feel. you buck your hips just right, you meet the thrusts of her finger, eyes squeezing the tears gathering at your lashes.

she rises from between your thighs, her finger staying put inside you. she wants to watch your face when she adds in a second. your back arches, thighs trembling around her wrist when she inches in her index finger.

you whimper, holding at her flexing bicep and she shushes you, thumbing over your clit to ease you into it.

“you can take it babe,” she murmurs, kissing your forehead. “s’much,” you hiccup, and she kisses you gently, her words airing out over your lips. “i know, but if you can take my fingers you’ll be able to take my strap,” you tighten around her fingers at her proffers, and she notices, laughing ardently, curling her fingers in deeper.

“yeah,” she leans down, her nose against your cheek, lips by your ear. “knew you’d like that.”

her thumb rubs circles over your clit, her fingers working inside you too well, you can barely take it, you’re pulling ellie down to kiss you, and she obliges, holding your face with her free hand. the wet slick sound eliciting from your cunt, makes her kiss you harder, so eager and thrilled to finally be touching you like this, and even more excited knowing she’s got you this soaked for her.

“wanna cum,” you whine into her skin, and she ducks back down between your thighs, her lips wrapping around your clit, replacing her thumb. you cry loudly, grinding down into her mouth, greedily trying to soak up every flick of her tongue, every graze from her piercing.

“let me taste it baby, cmon let it out,” she coaxes it out of you, her lips sucking over your clit just right, her fingers never relenting inside you, finally satisfying you in ways you could never accomplish before.

your head whips side to side, back twitching up and down, unable to contain any moans and loud sobs of ellie’s name, the pressure in your tummy bursting and spreading all throughout the entirety of your body. you roll your hips into her, panting, gasping, trying to keep up with her but your body can’t take it, can’t take how much she’s giving you. it feels like your orgasm isn’t ending. ellie won’t let it.

“ellie please,” you whine, trying to wriggle away from her, but her grip only tightens.

she removes her fingers, letting her tongue do all the work. you push her away, but she doesn’t budge. “you’re right there baby, give me one more, i know you can,” she has more faith in you than you do yourself, but you can never say no to ellie.

you endure the burning stimulation rippling under your skin, throbbing through your cunt. you’re freely crying, whining, pleading with ellie, but she doesn’t let up, she can’t just have a taste of your cunt and be one and done, she needs more.

the pressure rebuilds itself, soon to crumble in on its foundation, and you can’t believe it’s about to happen again, it hurts, but you don’t want it to stop either. all you can do is take it, babbling mindlessly while ellie devours you whole.

you’re cumming with a loud cry, the inability to stay still doesn’t affect ellie in the slightest, her strong arms keep you planted still, leaving you inescapable from her tongue. she laps you up, taking you all in, gently grazing her teeth over your clit and chuckling when you shiver.

you can’t stop shaking, your cunt is still buzzing, you can feel every swirl of ellie’s tongue over your clit, her fingers still buried inside you, and the muscle memory makes you twitch when it hits you extra hard.

she holds you in close, ridding herself of her flannel to drape over you. “y’did so good for me, taste so sweet,” she whispers, watching as you cocoon yourself in her arms, head falling heavy in her chest. you’re still trying to remember how to breathe, pressing soft kisses to the base of her neck.

“you feel okay?” she asks, quietly, leaning down to check on you, and you nod, humming happily. you crawl out of her arms and on top of her, hands on her shoulders, and she has to fight to maintain eye contact instead of just staring at your chest in front of her.

“i wanna make you feel good too,” you’re not sure if it’s the weed or the high from the back to back orgasms that’s making you this bold, but you go along with it anyway, the curiosity and hunger for how ellie would taste is what really enables it all.

her hands fall to your waist, and she looks up at you with an excited challenge in her eyes. “oh yeah?” she asks, mhmm, leaving your lips.

“you sure? there’s no like, obligation–” it’s your turn to interrupt ellie.

“ellie,” you lean down. “i’ve wanted to eat you out for as long as i’ve known you. there’s no sense of obligation here,” you whisper, and ellie gapes at you, laughing out of disbelief, but she’d be lying if she said that didn’t make her clit throb.

she holds your sides, turning you flat on your back, her knees on either side of you now. “yeah? okay, i’ll give you what you want,” she mutters, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, leaving them to the side where your’s are.

“gonna let me sit on your face?” she asks, her nose brushing against your’s and your throat tightens with anticipation. “i’ve never..”

“i know baby, but i’ll do all the work, you just listen to me okay?” you nod, mouthing a quiet “okay.”

she’s left in her wife beater and calvin klein boxers, you feel weak at the sight, trying to take a mental image of it for later. when she rids herself of her boxers, you swallow hard, eyes landing over her pussy. it’s so pretty. you think adoringly when she levels herself above your mouth.

she rubs her clit in front of you, and you moan just under your breath.

she grabs your wrists, holding them back over your head when she lowers herself down onto you. your tongue is quick to find her clit, and she gasps an oh shit, her forehead resting at the back window of her truck, starting to grind her hips down onto your tongue.

it’s been awhile since ellie’s done this, and she forgot how intense it feels, the source of pleasure directly pointed into her cunt radiates into her entire body, and she tries to steady herself, tries to not immediately fuck your face.

your nose rubs side to side over her clit and she groans, back arching and hips swiveling down into your mouth.

“shit,” she winces, forcing her eyes to open and look at you, taking her cunt so well, eating her like she’s the most important thing you’ve ever had to taste.

which she is in your book. nothing could be more important than ellie’s cunt on your tongue.

“you look good like this,” she comments through a breathless laugh, rolling her hips down onto your tongue, shuddering when you curl the tip of it right over her clit.

“you’re fucking good at this,” she whines, and your clit throbs at the sound, moaning into her with contentment. you understand now why ellie couldn’t pull herself from your cunt.

now that she’s on your face, you never want to let her get off.

“so good for me, so fucking good,” she pants, her hand falling back when she releases your wrists, gripping onto the sheet under her.

your hands wander all over her sides, finding themselves under her wife beater, squeezing at her chest. you pinch at her pebbled nipples, feeling cocky yourself now when she whimpers, buckling further into your mouth.

you settle on her hips, your arms holding her thighs down to have more of her. you drink her in, tongue licking her up, and down, swirling over her clit like clockwork.

“fuck, suck on it, yeah, just like that,” she falls forward, arm leaning against the back of her truck while she fucks herself on your tongue, starting to feel herself grow sporadic when your lips envelope her clit, flickering over the sensitive button over and over.

“gonna cum, gonna, shit!” her thighs tremble on either side of your head, but you keep her still, supporting her with a firm hold on her thighs, tongue never relenting in her. she gasps, shaking while she lets you milk her dry of her orgasm.

it prickles into a hot pain mixed with the best feeling she’s ever felt, but it’s more she can take, and she struggles to clamber off of you, falling on her ass beside you.

she grabs you, pulling you on top of her, holding you by the back of your head, her other hand resting low on your back when she kisses you hard. she breathes in your air, tongue colliding and you moan in unison when you taste each other.

when she pulls away, your foreheads stay together, sharing quiet gasps. “virgin my ass,” she chuckles and your face gets hot, burying it in her neck. she lets you drift to the side of her, she keeps you close, running her hand up and down your back, your bare chest concealed by hiding it into her side.

“i guess now’s as good as any time to confess that i’ve liked you for longer than i’d like to admit.” you mumble, somehow still feeling shy after all that’s happened.

she smiles, her chin pointing towards the top of your head when she shifts to look at you.

“i was hoping you did. i didn’t wanna just assume you liked girls and get my feelings hurt, so i just… never did anything about it.” she admits, and you punch her shoulder playfully, your heart pounding in your throat at her confessions.

“ellie! you should have said something, i was pining after you thinking i never had a chance!” and she cups your face, her thumb grazing over your bottom lip. “that’s exactly how i felt,” she chuckles and you grumble, leaning deeper into her.

“i wish you said something,” you repeat quietly, and she sighs, nodding.

“do you wanna be my girlfriend?” she asks softly, and you beam at her, slipping an arm under her’s, hugging her tight. “of course i do,” you reply, words under the same blanketed softness. she holds your chin, leaning down to kiss you with a newfound delicateness.

“good, because i would’ve kept asking until you said yes.” she jokes and you laugh, shaking your head. “i’d never say no to you.”

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x female reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie smut #ellie williams oneshot #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams fanfic #ellie fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us smut #the last of us game #modern au #college au #dina tlou #jesse tlou #abby tlou #owen tlou

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sznofthesticks · 11 days

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thanks for the tag @vineofroses and @carlos-in-glasses

Rules: Post your favorite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

shaking my fist at you rose because being proud of my work is my enemy, but i also can't pass up a tag game!

i miss you in the mornings when i see the sun (this one is quite short, and depressing, but im so so proud of it)

He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to get up. It might have been 3 a.m. but laying there was making his skin itch. He headed to the shower and turned the water on as hot as it could go. He felt so numb, he just needed to feel something, and it couldn’t be a needle prick. The urge was screaming inside of him for that needle. He undressed out of his white t-shirt and blue boxers and stepped into the shower. He winced in pain at the blazing hot stream of water running down his back. He stood there, under the waterfall, breathing in the steam, starting to stare off into the grout in the tile. He wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed when he heard the shower curtain being pulled back.

as long as i'm with you (a more upbeat fic. tk's birthday with lots of dates <3 )

It was a blue envelope with “Tyler Kennedy” in silver metallic writing on it. TK gave Carlos a ‘what did you do?’ look and proceeded to open it, inside was a printout of their game tickets. TK yelled “OH MY GOD!” and jumped up and kissed his husband. Carlos still felt weird kissing him in front of friends and his mom, but he was slowly becoming more okay with it. He knew they were all supportive of them, but he still felt strange about it, especially in front of parent-like figures like Owen, Andrea, and Tommy.

soulmates aren't just lovers (pre-canon nancy and carlos friendship fic)

“There’s something I need to tell you before we make the popcorn or turn on the movie. It may make you change your mind on if you want to stay.” “Okay … It seems serious.” Carlos sat down on the bed next to her. “I don’t even know how to say this, but I feel so suffocated keeping it bottled in.” Nancy looked down at her feet that were dangling off the bed. “So, I’ve been seeing someone.” “And you didn’t tell me? Why?” Carlos looked surprised. “Well, it’s complicated. We haven’t been seeing each other long but we’re having fun and I like being with them.” Carlos rubbed her shoulder. “That’s amazing. Why would that make me want to leave?” “Well, they’re a girl. I’m seeing a woman. And I’m still doing a lot of discovery about myself, I still like men too … really everyone ... I don’t like the labels of bisexual, lesbian, or straight … I think if I were to call myself something, I would say I’m queer, I’m just me who happens to like girls too.” “Oh, Nancy.” Carlos pulled her in for a big bear hug. They stayed there for a moment, then Carlos whispered in her ear. “Since we’re sharing, I’m gay. Like super gay.”

like a bird set free - (because i never got the moment of buck putting his fingers to his lips in disbelief so i wrote it)

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Buck reached two fingers up to his lips, still in disbelief. He was starting to panic. He started to pace in his kitchen. Ten minutes ago, he was sorting out his tax documents and now he’d kissed a man, and he liked it. He knew everyone at the 118 would be supportive, but he can’t talk to them about this. They all know him. He can’t risk that. He needed to talk to someone, someone who would get it and didn’t know Tommy. Then he thought of the perfect person. He pulled out his phone.

no pressure tagging: @lemonlyman-dotcom @chicgeekgirl89 @literateowl @bonheur-cafe

and cheating and adding an extra tag just for you @zitasempri <3

#fic pride friday #911 abc #911 lone star #tw addiction #tw self harm #tw needle mention

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ddlcpoly · 2 months

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Sorry if someone asked this before, but what's your diversity headcannons for the dokis? (Neurodivergent in some way. Sexuality, gender. You get the gist) personally, I am incapable of not seeing Natsuki as transfem.

Well I have a bunch of head-cannons that I can’t really fit in a post and I don’t want to, but I’ll happily give you my ND, sexuality and gender headcannons, as well as a misc one for each one! I have already done a gender, sexuality and ND head cannon post, but I’m fine doing it again!

Sayori: She is definitely bisexual, maybe Omnisexual (<- projection), she is one of the most bisexual-coded characters I’ve seen. I also headcannon her as a cis girl (she/her), not much to say there. I also hc that she has ADHD (<- partially projection), because it she just has all the ADHD troubles and characteristics. I also have this like small headcannon that she doesn’t understand hot drinks, like why people want to get something inedibly hot and then waiting for it to cool down, that’s why she generally prefers warm, cool or cold food.

Yuri: I also headcannon Yuri as bisexual, but specifically demisexual and she has a preference for men (even if she is literally called Yuri and has 4 gfs). I also headcannon her as a Trans girl (she/her) mostly because it just makes sense for her to be a t-girl for me, I mean just look at her and the way she acts! I don’t know why people don’t headcannon her a trans. I also hc that she has autism and borderline disorder, it just feels right. I also have the hc that she has two moms, and they’re the only ones of the doki’s parents that know about her relationship status.

Natsuki: I headcannon Natsuki as bisexual as well, but like she recently discovers she was bisexual, she used to think she was a lesbian, like she found men sexually attractive, but she never had a crush on a boy, so she thought that was how it was, but then MC came along. I also hc her as a demigirl ( <- projection) (she/them), dunno she’s a girl, but not like fully in the “girl spectrum” and she likes the title. She also has ADHD like Sayori. She’s a biter, she has biten everyone else at least a couple dozen times, but in a loving way.

Monika: I hc her as a cis girl (she/it), but like in the vaguely eldritch, ghost in the machine kinda way. I hc her as pan, obviously. I also hc her as neurotypical, mostly because there isn’t really any form of neurodivergency that I can see her being, maybe bipolar? but not really and I don’t really know much about it. I also headcannon her as half-Irish.

MC: I headcannon him as a cis straight boy, but like the biggest ally every, he wouldn’t hesitate to knee someone in the gut for making a face at his girlfriends kissing. I also hc him as autistic, but instead of the smart, but socially awkward kind like Yuri, more like he acts like and looks like a kuudere kind of autism, except not that smart. I also don’t think he’s as much of a gamer as you’d think, only really ever having a Wii, a 3ds and a ps4, and he only really plays in the ps4 nowadays and he doesn’t have a lot of games.

#ddlc #ddlc poly #ddlc natsuki #ddlc sayori #ddlc monika #ddlc yuri #ddlc mc #doki doki literature club

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jove999 · 1 year

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There are two reasons why I depict havi as a woman and only woman

1. I really don’t wanna see Havi-like character as a man. I really don’t. There are already too many male characters like havi and only a handful, almost none of the female characters like Havi. I really can’t stand Havi as a man. Havi as a man is Just a typical...you know. Typical male character.

2. Havi as a woman is hot as fu*k. Deranged womanizer lesbian god?? Who pulls her own eye out? Hangs herself to Seek ultimate knowledge? Who has an ex-wife? and a current wife?? Yet eyeing multiple giant ladies? That woman? I refuse to believe there is any other option. This game already gave me so much shit and Me Believing Havi as a woman is Nothing compares to that. Havi as a woman is hot as fuc*. And, AND, Think of havi as a deranged lesbian god While playing the game. It is WAY more entertaining. Highly recommend, Let your delusion Spread Wings. She's utterly bad and morally corrupted, Has a huge ego, is ambitious, and doesn't give a shit While lusting after women shamelessly. The world needs more havi-like female characters. End of story. And the matter of Odin’s babies? I even have a detailed headcanon that involves no pregnancy and Lots of blood and Yggdrasil magic. Like I said Let your delusion Spread Wings guys.

sigh

Havi as a woman......so good.

#ac valhalla #valhalla rant #havi

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skipppppy · 11 months

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Anyway I’m bored and Carmen Sandiego renaissance is on the brain. What are these characters like when they aren’t focused on the main plot?? Non VILE/ACME/Caper related dialogue seems so few and far between.. I wish we got to see their lives outside work. So I made some headcanons abt it

CARMEN

Player was her first exposure to the outside world so she probably holds a lot of his nerdy interests close to her heart. She’s not the best at video games but plays them regardless. She especially enjoys sci-fi horror movies from the 80s that go big on practical effects

Finding random trivia about different countries is genuinely one of her favourite hobbies. The little info segments she does are not part of the edutainment show. She is genuinely just like that. This woman is a trove of fun facts please let her unleash them upon you

In the same vein she LOVES quizzes. After missions she will drag Team Red to any bar doing a trivia night in her vicinity and will wipe the floor with everyone there. Fear her

Enjoys people watching. It’s why she’s so good at charming strangers despite her socially stunted upbringing. She’ll sit alone in a busy train station for hours and watch everyone pass her by

PLAYER

Look. We know this kid is a nerd. It’s canon. But which niche of nerdiness does he fall into exactly?

Despite being an avid gamer he isn’t very competitive about it. He prefers single player rpgs, especially ones with active modding scenes. He doesn’t even know what vanilla Skyrim looks like he probably wasn’t even born yet when it released

He will, however, duo queue with Carmen on unranked Overwatch. They are both terrible at it and think it’s the funniest shit

Enjoys sitting back and watching a good speedrun. Will have a video of someone doing a stupid BOTW challenge in the background while he hacks security cameras and such

Runs a DnD campaign for Team Red which they’re all crazy invested in. Shadowsan is the only one who doesn’t care for it but he keeps rolling nat 20’s on the dumbest shit and derailing the campaign and he finds everyone’s reactions too entertaining to stop. They have a rivalry only a DM and a stupidly lucky rogue could have

ZACK

We already know he’s kind of a meathead that enjoys sports and cars and cheesy action movies but I also think he has a lot of softer hobbies that he keeps to himself bc he knows they won’t take him seriously

He’s a secret crocheter. He’ll mend the team’s clothes when they rip but that’s the extent of their knowledge. He’ll sit for hours by himself and knit while listening to music. Sometimes Shadowsan will find a new pair of socks in his bag. When Carmen got sick once she woke up with a handmade blanket draped over her. Ivy has her suspicions but doesn’t wanna intrude

He loves animals. He never really brings it up because no one ever asks. He always checks out local zoos and aquariums if he has the chance. Grew up watching Steve Irwin-esque nature shows and still does to this day

His love of eating is less out of greed and more his own form of cultural appreciation. Idk what happened to his and Ivy’s parents but for reasons he can’t explain their cooking is one of the few things he hasn’t forgotten, so he has a lot of sentimental food-based memories. And experiencing other countries cuisine connects him with that

IVY

PERIOD DRAMAS. They don’t have to be good they just have to be steamy. She enjoys the hot women in pretty dresses. She and Carmen watch Bridgerton together and laugh about how historically inaccurate it is

She LOVES renfaires and similar high fantasy roleplaying communities. Someone please buy this woman a suit of armour

As an engineering prodigy AND fantasy buff she has a massive interest in Blacksmithing and Swords. That’s her designated lesbian hobby. She’s been trying to politely worm her way into a conversation with Shadowsan about the blade he returned to his brother for months now but isn’t sure if it’s too personal of a topic for him so she’s nervous

Her sweet tooth encompasses more than just chocolate. She’s secretly grateful to Zack since he takes most of the flack for being a glutton. She makes note of any bakeries they pass by on capers so she can come back later in secret and go ham on the pastries

SHADOWSAN

I think his interest in Samurai history starts and ends with his love for Hideo. He’ll happily discuss it and he’s studied it passionately, but out of a sense of respect and duty to do right by the brother he betrayed

He will NEVER, EVER admit it to anyone but he genuinely misses the adrenaline rush from committing petty crimes. He was a criminal for over 20 years. Lifestyles are hard to shake and change isn’t linear. He’d never succumb to impulse but he’s just kinda bored

He microdoses on the urge by pranking people. Everyone always blames Zack so he never gets caught. He also enjoys sneaking up on people and making them jump. He’ll always insist it’s unintentional. It isn’t

He’ll read and meditate and train to keep himself centred but he’s still a rowdy young punk at heart. Team Red is the first taste of freedom he’s had after a lifetime of VILE faculty monitoring him. The first thing he bought for himself after settling in at the San Diego HQ was a motorbike. The second was a new tattoo. The third was a potentially lethal amount of whiskey that he drank in one sitting

JULIA

We know she has a passion for history outside her work in Law Enforcement so she definitely goes to all kinds of museums in her free time. She’s the kind of person who enjoys learning just for the sake of learning (she and Carmen have that in common)

Outside of that she’s surprisingly good at karaoke? She gets stage fright but really likes singing and will go all out if you hype her up. Her taste in music is the exact opposite of her appearance and personality. Lots and lots of death metal

An aficionado for different types of tea. She keeps like 10 flavours in her house at all times. She especially likes floral ones that taste light and sweet. She hates iced tea with a passion though

Goes to botanical gardens whenever the weather is warm and the season is right. She likes the history of the old manor houses but she also loves admiring the landscaping and the blooming flowers. She could sit on a bench surrounded by local flora and fauna for hours

DEVINEAUX

Chase is an entirely different person when he’s off the clock. The unhinged high-energy maniac who froths at the mouth about La Femme Rouge goes dormant once he gets home. Especially after he got stranded on VILE island. That really gave him some introspection about work/life balance

The biggest, softest, sappiest hopeless romantic you will ever meet in your life. Passion is just part of his nature and he gets his heart broken A LOT. It’s why he throws himself into his work

He’s a really good chef. Like REALLY good. Before he was a cop he did a few summers as a line cook in his teen years and he retained most of the knowledge. His pantry is STACKED and he tries out recipes he picked up from his ACME travels in his free time. He’s a tad snobby about it because he’s French but you will not complain about the stuff he feeds you

Old movie enjoyer. His favourites are film noirs, cheesy romances, creepy eastern european animation and german expressionism. He has a fervent hatred of Marvel

Also one of those insane people who get up at 5am to do cardio. One morning before a mission he met Agent Zari with barely a glisten of sweat on his forehead and sadly informed her that he only got to run 15k and he wished he had time to do more. That was the first time she ever knew fear

#carmen sandiego 2019 #cs #player cs #zack cs #ivy cs #shadowsan #julia argent #chase devineaux

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fratboybeezer · 6 months

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Flyers Primer - Text Version

Presentation version here

featuring many of my personal opinions on players & some phantoms i find notable

*edit: fuck carter hart and i was very harsh on sam for no reason also there’s a lot of typos sorry

Cam Atkinson

forward (rw), #89

drafted 157th overall to CBJ in 2008

amazing instagram comment-er

on the nhl player inclusion coalition

played for torts in cbus

seems just happy to be here

basically #1 gritty fan

Sean Couturier

forward (c), #14

coots, couter, no chest

drafted 8th overall to PHI in 2011

playing this season after being on ir for like a season and a half

should have an a or c

used to live with now gm danny b

last of my fav ginger trio (him, g, and jakey)

toothless

Marc Staal

defenseman, #18

drafted 12th overall to NYR in 2005

2nd of 4 staals

homophobic, boycotted pride night with his brother eric in florida last season

career overall +/- of +50, over 1100 games played

Scott Laughton

forward (c), #21

our one and only a

laughts, laughtsy, scotty tatum

drafted 20th overall to PHI in 2012

passionate LGBTQ+ ally

always the one to put up the pride flag in front of the farg

first guests of the season were a lesbian couple celebrating their 1 year wedding anniversary

best drip on the roster (decided by me after that horrid drip night they had)

kinda reminds me of a cat idk

drinks a black, hot coffee

let atkinson wear his a for atkinson’s first game back in cbus after being traded to philly (back when we had a c and 2 a’s)

had an a with team canada at world’s

has a cat named brucey

Travis Konecny

forward (rw), #11

tk, teeks, tiki bar

drafted 24th overall to PHI in 2015

literally one of the best (if not the best) player on our roster idc argue with the wall

called a “short king” (he is 5’10, there’s shorter guys on the roster)

certified DILF!!

my mom’s fav flyer (she can only name 3 total)

once lost his shoes on the plane and therefore postponed press

pest/rat/raccoon (affectionate)

lives in penalty box yet an absolute goal scorer

his best on ice comparison is a chihuahua

best flow on the roster idc

our media rep this year!!! Slay!!

best chirps on the roster

Joel Farabee

forward (lw), #86

beezer, young beezer, bee, young beezy

drafted 14th overall to PHI in 2018

my favorite player i could go on and on about him

had neck surgery after 21-22 season and came back and played all 82 games in 22-23 season

is already becoming a leader on the team

bought a house from coots early 22 and now it’s a hub for the young guys on the team

gives off frat boy vibes in the best way

is such a teammate guy

asg shootout hater

has (at least 1) tattoo

his game day coffee order is an iced coffee with almond milk, no sweetener, on off days gets a brown sugar shaken espresso, prefers iced over hot coffee, and never met a coffee he didn’t like

grew up liking the flyers & phillies and really wanted to be drafted to philly

“i thank my lucky stars” -bee when talking about getting drafted to philly

claimed in a tk mic’d up that he was dropping a mixtape and never dropped it :(

silliest guy on instagram

Carter Hart

goalie, #79

hartsy, cahtah haht

drafted 48th overall by PHI in 2016

our starter <3 love him

as i’m making this is injured but is practicing with the team so hopefully he’ll be back soon

deserves better than philly but you can pry him from my cold dead hands

@st-louis has a great primer about him

Samuel Ersson

goalie, #33

drafted 143rd overall to PHI in 2018

not the best but he’s trying (i think)

would benefit from some time down with the phantoms

tbh shouldn’t be our #2

Cal Petersen

goalie, #40

drafted 129th overall to BUF in 2013

looks like he would blow away in the wind ngl

me and my friend hate him i’m sorry (sorta)

has spent most of his career so far with the kings

Felix Sandstrom

#32

drafted 70th overall to PHI in 2015

he should be our #2 idc

or down with the phantoms to improve

i can’t think of him without thinking of those pics @mad-bee posted of him like

👁️👁️

Bobby Brink

forward (rw), #10

drafted 34th overall to PHI in 2019

a baby!! (is a 22 y/o man)

my friend knows him specifically as “our rookie”

a REAL short king (5’8)

university of denver

Cam York

defenseman, #8

yorkie, yam cork

drafted 14th overall to PHI in 2019

umich boy, would’ve graduated with team 101

also a usndtp boy

i’m too lazy to look for evidence but probably part of the hughes summer club

Tyson Foerster

forward (rw), #71

drafted 23 overall to PHI in 2020

even more of a baby than brink (he’s a 21 y/o man)

roomies with beezer, stayed in philly during the off-season

i don’t think he stops smiling

described by beezer as “like a little adhd kid”

seems to be besties with yorkie

Egor Zamula

defenseman, #5

undrafted

was super excited to play alongside pr*vorov when he got called up from the Phantoms

part of beezer’s summer group

Nicolas Deslauriers

forward (lw), #44

nic, des, delo

drafted 84th overall to LAK in 2009

french canadian

hit 600 games 10/10!!

usually one of the top guys on the team in hits, pim, fights

has a career overall of -91 but like isn’t a goal scorer so. averages about 6 points per game in overall career

great fighter very hot 10/10

Nick Seeler

defenseman, #24

seels, seal team

drafted 131st overall to MIN in 2011

underrated!!!!!!!!

another great fighter that’s very hot 10/10

there’s not much to him other than punches but that’s ok i love him

fought des when des was playing with the wild

Noah Cates

forward (lw), #27

catesy

drafted 137th overall to PHI in 2017

has a brother who was with the organization but now is with bridgeport in the ahl (got to play some nhl games together!!!!)

once said flyers locker room lacked the “swagger of the winning mentality” which is a fucking hilarious way to word it

was on 2022 us men’s olympic roster

Morgan Frost

forward (c), #48

frosty

drafted 27th overall to PHI in 2017

never captions his instagram posts

angered torts or something because he keeps getting benched with no chance to properly prove himself

flyers hater

Travis Sanheim

defenseman, #6

sanny, sandy, sandra

drafted 17th overall by PHI in 2014

besties + neighbors with tk (known together as travii or travis²)

whl boy

besties with tk’s oldest kid

Owen Tippett

forward (rw), #74

tippy, tipper

drafted 10th overall to FLA in 2017

got him when we traded our captain :,( miss you G

hair looks unnatural but like i’m 90% it is natural

Garnet Hathaway

forward (rw), #19

undrafted

signed as free agent in july

part of phd line (w/ des & poehling)

UHM HIS FIRST NAME IS FUCKING JOHN?!

i don’t like him please don’t ask why i don’t have an answer

Ryan Poehling

forward (c), #25

drafted 25th overall to MTL in 2017

another guy signed in july

saved him from the penguins 🫶🏻

phd line

honestly i don’t know much abt him

Louie Belpedio

defenseman, #37

drafted 80th overall to MIN in 2014

has like 3 nhl games under his belt (12? as i’m making this)

signed july 2022 but has chilling in lehigh valley

went to miami of ohio

has a totally of 3 points but like i said only 11 games he’s got a lot of space for more

Victor Mete

defenseman, #98

drafted 100th overall to MTL in 2016

signed as a free agent in july

more of an assists guy than a goals guy and honestly i’m content with that

career overall +/- of +19

about 250 games under his belt

Sean Walker

defenseman, #26

walks

undrafted

bgsu grad & 2 seasons as captain there

his trade helped us send pr*vorov on his way, hope the door hit him on the way out

not rly talked abt but i think he’s cool (i’m going to bgsu lol)

Long term IR Boys

Ryan Ellis

defenseman, #94

drafted 11th overall to NSH in 2009

i don’t think he’s played a single game with us

like was injured when he was drafted and has been on ir the whole time

we lost phil myers for him (and nolpat too ig)

back injury? i think?

i have no thoughts on him ngl

Rasmus Ristolainen

defenseman, #55

drafted 8th overall to BUF in 2013

horrid career overall +/- (-176)

traded robert hagg & 2 draft pics for him?

i like him tho ig

looks like a different person in like every photo i’ve ever seen of him

his injury is undisclosed

The Phantoms

Wade Allison

forward (rw), #19 (#17 with flyers)

wader, ally, ally cat

drafted 52nd overall to PHI in 2016

he’s my girlfriend i miss him

lived in beezer’s basement last season

part of the fratboys (w/ frosty & beezer)

wmu boy

spent all of last season with the flyers

Tanner Laczynski

forward (c), #9 (#58 with the flyers)

drafted 169th overall to PHI in 2016

OSU boy (ew)

has never spent a whole season up with the flyers :(

my mom once told me he looked like a loser before finding out he was an nhl player

buds with wader

Zayde Wisdom

forward (rw), #14

drafted 94th overall to PHI in 2020

used to live with foerster?

he would cook and tyson would clean

i need him to be called up so we have that duo back

scored 29 goals in his second ohl season

Emil Andrae

defenseman, #6 (#36 with flyers)

drafted 54th overall to PHI in 2020

played 4 games with us this season

not much of a goal scorer but can do it

kinda looks very stereotypical swede

Ronnie Attard

defenseman, #12

drafted 72nd overall to PHI in 2019

was tri-city storm captain for the 18-19 season

another wmu boy — played a season there with ally in 19-20

played 2 games with the flyers last season and 15 the year before

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‌Emily Davis x Jessica Riley

1. You can't tell me there's a straight explanation for their argument in the cabin. There's more sexual chemistry there than between Matt and Emily the whole game

2. bad bitches on some hot girl shit tragic best friends to enemies they just needed to kiss and make up

3. besties to girlfriends, can’t say more. they could bond again after traumatic experience why not

Ashley Brown x Chris Hartley x Josh Washington

1. personally?? personally. they just Are the best ship the seance scene single handedly conveys such an interesting and complex dynamic between the 3 of them in little under 10 minutes, tbh Every interaction they all have before shit goes down paints a picture of chemistry and friendship that could Very Easily transition into romantic it feels wrong to seperate the 3 of them into pairings... feels Unnatural

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Jamie Tiergan x Erin Keenan (Jerin)

1. my beloveds okay, i was in pleasant shock when saw a "young love" plot line (i didn't know anything about TDiM when i started it so didn't expect to get lesbians)

2. Jamie and Erin already have such a wonderful dynamic to begin with, having bounced around each other before taking the leap after enough flustering and teasing. They care so deeply for each other, and one losing the other is beyond heartbreaking. Erin even admits how much she doesn't want to lose Jamie, which makes my heart scream and yell and cry and oh my god

3. They're sweet, they're cute, they're canon! Supermassive finally gave us an official queer couple that can get together and Jerin deserves some recognition for that. <3

4. I mean, its Jerin! They're relationship is so cute and interesting even if they don't get together, its so clear when they don't they still very much love and adore each other and have so much more to say. And when they ARE together they are just so cute and gentle to each other. The perfect couple <3 (also they are a very rare non-white biracial lesbian couple that aren't toxic or weird so the representation they hold is just <3)

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So I’ve been playing TFBW again and it got me thinking. How would the SP boys act if they had a girl friend? (Not a girlfriend, just a friend who is a girl. No chance for romance with any of them.) How would they act if/when they find out my new kid’s real gender identity? Would they still treat her like one of the guys or would they act differently around her? Obviously Cartman would have a problem with it, as he didn’t want Wendy joining their superhero game, but the others don’t seem to have a problem playing with her so they’d probably be fine with it? We know Stan’s cool with playing with girls thanks to “board girls”. I think Kyle probably would be too? He doesn’t seem to interact with girls much but whenever he does he seems pretty nice to them. (Though I haven’t seen every episode so maybe I’m missing something.) Butters seemed to enjoy hanging with the girls in “marjorine” after they give him a makeover but then he did start a gender war so I feel like he could go either way. Kenny…. I’m not sure. He is horny on main 24/7 but he does seem very respectful towards women. He’s had a couple girlfriends and he doesn’t seem to pressure them to do anything they don’t want to. He even goes along with the purity ring thing for Tammy’s sake even though he’s not happy about it. (Though “not being a creep towards women” is kinda the bare fucking minimum, but a lot of guys can’t even manage that so….) those are girlfriends though, what about just a friend? Well, his little sister adores him and he seems to like playing with her, which is a good sign. And he definitely embraces his girly side (cough Princess Kenny cough.) I like to think that he could be good friends with a girl (like I said previously I headcanon that once he finds out my new kid is a lesbian he likes to talk about hot girls with her.) But I can’t say for certain.

#I don’t really have a point with this it’s just something I randomly thought about #south park #south park the fractured but whole #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #eric cartman #butters stotch #the fractured but whole #south park tfbw #south park the new kid

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KATE BISHOP x READER

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN

A/N: HELLO PEOPLE! ANOTHER UPDATE IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS?! YES, YES IT IS!

ENJOY! ❤️

Sending love ❤️

Summary: during a college themed party at the Compound, the Avengers decides to play a classic college party game. This results in Y/N and Kate stuck in a closet.

Warnings: smut 😉.

Word count: 8045 words.

The party was in full swing when Y/N entered the lobby of the Avengers Compound, laughing under her breath at Tony Stark’s always perfectly organized parties. Her eyes swept over the detailed decorations scattered around the room, making her feel like she was a college kid in a movie. Tonight the theme of the party was college parties, so the living room was decorated like it was a frat house living room and the guests were wearing proper outfits for the party. Tony’s parties always shared the same characteristic feature: they were always thoroughly organized. He not only paid a working team to transform completely their living room but he specifically asked on the invitation to ‘dress to impress just like the theme requested’. So here Y/N was, wearing a pair of baggy worn out jeans, a white t-shirt tucked in her pants, a denim jacket and a baseball hat pulled backwards.

"I don’t know why, but I knew you would have dressed like the cliché lesbian that you are." Y/N snorted under her breath and let a small smile appear on her lips at the approaching voice.

"What can I say? This suits me." Y/N waved her hands around her front and shrugged softly, before turning around and asking for a strong drink. When Y/N turned back around she let her eyes roam up and down the redhead’s body and smirked mockingly, "well it seams that someone here took the ‘dress to impress’ on the invitation too seriously." Y/N pointed out as she took a sip of the cocktail the bartender just left on the counter she was leaning with her back and arms on, watching the girl beside her asking for the same.

"What?" Wanda asked innocently, looking down at her red dress like she didn’t know what Y/N was talking about - she totally knew what she was talking about-. "I just put on the first thing that I saw in my closet." Wanda explained nonchalantly, thanking the bartender and taking a big gulp of her drink to calm her nerves.

"C’mon Wan, I know you too well. Your hair are more styled than usual, I can clearly see you took a lot of time for your makeup, your boobs look ready to pop out of this dress and red? Really?" Y/N pointed out the obvious to tease her best friend a bit more, before wiggling her eyebrows at her and watched the girl blush wildly at her implications. "I must say you look really hot tonight and showing the twins here will give you a few good points in your conquest. Natasha loves boobs." Y/N continued with nonchalance as she sipped calmly on her drink while Wanda’s eyes widened comically at the words, asking herself how Y/N could say things like that and look like it was the most normal thing to say.

"Y/N!" Wanda reprimanded with a gentle swap of her hand on her shoulder and the girl merely lifted her shoulders up in defense.

"What?!"

"You can’t say things like that so loud! She could have walked by!" Wanda murmured and moved her green eyes around the room to locate the redhead, who was speaking to Bruce and Tony about something they couldn’t make out of.

"She is on the other side of the room. Unless she has an enhanced hearing, I doubt she heard us. But she definitely noticed you." Y/N pointed out with her eyes towards Natasha, "well it looks more like she noticed the twins." Y/N smirked proudly when Wanda blushed hard at that and looked down at her wringing hands, instinctively puffing her chest out. "Okay Wan, listen to me-" Y/N started when she saw Natasha excusing herself from Bruce and Tony and walking towards them, "I’ve watched you pin over Natasha for months now. I’ve had to endure your lovesick glances and shy smiles. She likes you Wan, I know that. Well I pretty much think everyone knows that. Make your move and get your girl. Tonight."

"You know I’m too scared to ruin what we have. I don’t want to lose her."

"You won’t, I promise."

"How can you be so sure?" Wanda sighed dejectedly, watching Natasha cross the room and swimming through the people dancing with the EDM song that started playing.

"Because she looks at you just like you look at her." Y/N explained, smiling encouragingly at the still not convinced, fidgety redhead so Y/N kept on, "because she looks at you like-" Y/N sighed out gently before continuing, "just like I look at Kate. Completely enamored." Y/N watched realization shift into Wanda’s eyes so she kept quiet for a few seconds, letting Wanda understand what she was saying then adding one last thing right before Natasha could walk within their earshot, "make your move Wan." Wanda met Y/N’s Y/E/C irises and found in them honesty and affection, something that warmed Wanda’s heart and gave her the courage to do what she was trying to do since she met Natasha. "I’ll be your wingwoman." Y/N added to lighten up the mood and reveled in the loud, heartfelt laugh Wanda emitted at her joke.

"Only if I can be yours. It’s time to make your move too Y/N." Wanda countered back earnestly and grasped the girl’s forearm to squeeze it softly, the two of them gazing into one other’s eyes a couple of seconds before nodding, agreeing to help each other out with their crushes.

"Lovely to find you here too ladies." Natasha approached them with a flirty smirk before pulling Y/N into a quick hug and then doing the same with Wanda. Y/N noticed the hug lasted longer than a normal, friendly hug should and watched the two grip onto each other almost desperately as one breathed the other’s perfume in and Y/N smirked widely at the cute gesture.

"We live in the same facility you dork." Y/N teased Natasha, that punched her lightly on her shoulder in lieu of a counter back, before skidding her eyes up and down Y/N’s outfit and shook her head in amusement.

"You chose the lesbian outfit for tonight. How cliché." Natasha mocked Y/N, who grunted out at the joke and rolled her eyes when Wanda laughed loudly at Natasha’s words.

"It’s what I told her!" The two shared a laugh and met their hands in a high-five right on top of an unamused Y/N’s head, while Y/N rolled her eyes at the two mocking her, before the world stopped. It was like in those movies when the main character sees the person they are in love with and watches them walk in slow motion.

"Oh no, what’s wrong with her." Natasha furrowed her brows when she noticed sudden change in Y/N’s expression and eyed the girl in worry, snapping her fingers in front of her to let her focus back on them.

"Nothing’s wrong. I think Kate just arrived." Wanda explained with an amused grin before sipping her drink and following Y/N’s gaze, finding Kate hugging Scott and Sam with her signature smile. She eyed the girl’s outfit and smirked mischievously. When she turned around she found Natasha sporting the same wicked expression on her face and the two shared a knowing look. "Well it seems we have two lesbian tropes here tonight."

"Three if we count America." Natasha interjected and snorted when Y/N jostled her shoulder.

"Right." Wanda hesitantly nodded as she met Y/N’s knowing gaze.

"Four if we count your gay crush on Nat." Wanda heard Y/N’s voice echo into her mind and smiled in appreciation when her best friend decided to not make a fool out of herself in front of Natasha.

"Anyway, black ripped jeans, white tee-" Wanda started off by listing Kate’s garments.

"Combat boots, red flannel. I think she beat you on who’s wearing the most trope-y outfit." Natasha concluded with a snort and patted Y/N on her shoulder, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the two redheads making fun of her and her crush.

"Guys, can you not make me look like a fool in front of Kate tonight? Please." Y/N whined pitifully but chocked on her saliva when Kate’s eyes found hers from the other side of the room and waved enthusiastically at her before starting her walk towards the three girls still in front of the bar counter.

"Oh honey, we don’t need to do that." Natasha started with a too sweet tone.

"You already do that on your own." Wanda finished just before a loud laugh left her lips at the annoyed look Y/N threw at her, before the two side hugged Y/N still laughing their assess off.

"You know, if I wasn’t so busy plotting ways to have my revenge with you, I would have found really cute how you two complete each other sentences."

"We do not do that." Wanda countered in her mind, trying with all herself to fight against the butterflies invading her stomach, to no avail, when Natasha’s hand brushed hers behind Y/N’s back when they pulled away from the hug.

"Oh but you do. Tonight I’m gonna play Cupid and make you two happen."

"No Y/N! Don-"

"Hey guys!" Wanda was interrupted by Kate walking over them and hugging them in greeting. "Holy shit this place is already full of people and in full swing!"

"Yeah well, you know Tony. He likes to go big with these parties." Y/N shrugged to play it cool, a gesture that made both Wanda and Natasha snort in amusement while Y/N rolled her eyes inwardly, "do you want anything?"

"Whatever you’re having it’s good." Y/N nodded and waved the barista over to ask for a new drink, now both Y/N and Kate leaning with their forearms on the counter while Wanda and Natasha shared a knowing look and a wide smirk behind them.

It was by now past 2 a.m. and the party was coming to an end, guests starting to walk out of the compound to go home and half an hour later everyone else besides the Avengers left. Everyone was a bit intoxicated by the alcohol that was consumed and from loud music played, but they had still so much adrenaline in their system that they were far from calling the night quits. These were the reasons for the words that Tony spoke, looking around at the Avengers scattered on the couches and on the floor with mischief swirling in his sparkling, intoxicated eyes, "for a college theme party that is worthy of its name, we should play a few rounds of the traditional college parties games!" Tony clapped his hands enthusiastically before chugging down the last bits of his whiskey.

"Oh yes! Jane told me about these games." Thor nodded in agreement as he sipped his umpteenth beer of the night, followed by Steve and Sam drunkly cheering at the proposal.

"I haven’t gone to college yet, but I’m in!" America clapped her hands excitedly, receiving an happy nod from Tony.

Wanda eyed Natasha warily when the redhead nodded alongside her sister, before meeting Y/N’s gaze and finding her just as much guarded as she was. "Do you think this is a good idea?"

"No. But it could be good for you and Nat."

"Are you crazy?! I’m not going to embarrass myself in front of my crush, that’s your job."

Y/N rolled her eyes at her best friend’s teasing words but agreed out loud to play, "I’m in!" After her words, she was followed then by Wanda, Kate and a few more, "I will purposefully ignore what you just said. But, don’t worry. You have your wingwoman here. It’ll be great." The Y/H/C girl focused her attention back on her friends that were currently debating on what game they should play.

"Truth or dare?" Steve suggested, receiving a few ‘yes’ in return.

"Seven minutes in heaven." Tony added enthusiastically and looked at everyone expectantly when a few more agreeing hollers rolled around the room.

"Why not both?" Their bickering stopped and everyone’s eyes settled on Y/N at her suggestion.

"What?" Tony asked confused but the intrigued eyebrow arched up told Y/N she had his attention alongside with the other Avengers’ one.

"It seems we can’t choose only one game, so why not mix the two up?" When everyone stayed silent, Y/N knew she piqued their interest with her idea, so she kept with her proposition, "we can do… like-" Y/N paused a few seconds to think, "truth or 7 minutes in heaven? Like truth or dare but instead of choosing a dare, you have to pay up with 7 minutes in the closet with someone."

"I knew this was a smart one!" Tony sat up and walked towards her to lay a loud kiss on the top of her head before walking over Natasha and grabbing her by now empty beer bottle to use it for their game. "Shall we start?"

"Why are you going first Stark?" Natasha spoke up teasingly with a wide smirk and Tony rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"I’m not going first Romanoff. The bottle will choose it."

Y/N held her breath in anticipation as she watched Tony spin the bottle and sighed out of relief when it landed on Thor. To be completely honest Y/N tried to play it cool by suggesting to mix up the two games, when in fact she was completely freaking out. She mainly proposed her idea to help Wanda finally find the courage to make a move on Natasha, but she considered Kate was going to partake in the game too only after she explained her idea. She hoped with all herself that if the bottle lands on her the girl would choose truth because she’s not sure if she can endure Kate walking into the closet to make out with whoever the bottle lands on. On the other hand she wasn’t completely sure she wanted to be that person the bottle landed on if the archer had to pick 7 minutes in heaven. Don’t get her wrong, she hoped she would be that person but she was sure that as soon as the door closes, she would faint in front of Kate instead of make out with her.

"Well, it seems I’m the first to spin the bottle." The Asgardian smiled widely and spun the bottle, watching it land on Steve. The crowd erupted in loud ‘boo’s when Steve without blinking choose truth.

"Boring, Rogers." Tony grunted as he sat up to go grab a bottle of scotch from the bar, hopping over the counter effortlessly, asking if someone wanted something before returning to his seat with a few bottles. "Thor, think of something spicy!" Tony laughed loudly when Steve grunted an annoyed ‘no’, followed by everyone else’s gentle snorts.

"Oh c’mon Steve. These kind of games are played mainly because it involves juicy activities and revelations." Natasha wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and the blond grunted in frustration, hanging his head while shaking it in amusement.

"Okay- I think I got a spicy one." Thor rubbed his hands mischievously as he stared Steve down with determination in his eyes and the blond prepared himself for the dreaded question, "have you ever had a sex dream about someone in this room?"

Steve became beet red in the span of two seconds and he covered his blushing face with his two hands and groaning into them. He took a deep, grounding breath before pulling his hands away from his face - hoping his skin color came back to normal - and answered shortly, "yes."

A choir of gasps of shock and enthusiasm followed at the blond’s revelation, "that’s the tea people! Who is it?" Tony asked impatiently as he hollered and took a big gulp of his scotch.

"Ah-" Steve smirked slyly while lifting his pointer finger up, "he only asked if I had an explicit dream about someone in this room. This question requires only a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer. And my turn is over, so I don’t have to answer your extra question."

Tony accepted his defeat with a small chuckle and his hands lifted up in surrender as her watched Steve spin the bottle. Y/N watched the bottle roll with bated breath, before exhaling a sigh of relief when it landed on Natasha. Her eyes immediately met Wanda’s anxious green ones and smiled at her warmly, "don’t worry Wan, relax."

"What if she chooses 7 minutes in heaven and the bottle doesn’t land on me? I couldn’t stand the thought knowing she is kissing someone but I’m not the one who’s kissing her."

"Yeah I know, I feel the same." Y/N sighed out almost imperceptibly, but due to the fact that a slightly tipsy Kate was leaning her body on Y/N’s one and she was leaning her head on her shoulder, she heard her, so she lifted her head up just a bit to ask softly in Y/N’s left ear, triggering goosebumps that travelled from her ear throughout her entire body when her lips traced the shell of her ear and her hot breath came in contact with her skin.

"What’s wrong?" Kate started playing with Y/N’s left hand as she waited for Y/N to answer, her intoxicating blue eyes scanning over Y/N’s gentle features, skidding from her cute forehead, to her perfect nose, to her soft cheeks - now a bit red due to their proximity-, to her kissable plump lips before focusing back on a pair of breathtaking Y/E/C eyes with a small smile.

"Nothing. I’m just-" Y/N started but couldn’t find the perfect words without spilling Wanda’s secret.

"Doing your amazing job as Wanda’s best friend and trying to calm her down." Y/N stared at Kate like she grew two heads at the accurate answer the black haired girl used to finish her sentence, before a questioning eyebrow lifted up when she noticed Kate knew exactly what was going on. "It’s pretty obvious Y/N/N. I totally ship it." Kate explained further and giggled when Y/N kept eyeing her in shock.

"You are always full of surprises Bishop."

Kate laughed at Y/N’s declaration and nodded with a flirty wink, noticing how her gesture immediately made Y/N’s cheeks flush beet red and smirked gently, "I will help you with setting them up." The two shared a mischievous gaze and focused their attention again back in the room with their friends, right before Natasha answered the question.

"Truth." Natasha answer surprised everyone around the room, causing the Avengers to stare at Natasha with their flabbergasted eyes wide open. "Oh don’t look at me like that."

"Well you are always the one to never back away from a challenge, so we are a bit shocked from your choice." Sam was the first to speak up, his words pulling everyone else out of their shocked haze and nodded in agreement.

"I’m just letting the game warm up a bit, don’t worry." Natasha clarified and waited patiently for Steve’s question. "Make it super spicy Rogers." The redhead mocked his friend and chuckled when he was clearly fake annoyed by her teasing.

"Okay give me just a second to think about a good question." Steve hummed in thought as he scratched his chin gently. "What is your biggest turn on?"

"Damn Steve, good one." Y/N watched Thor nod and high-five the blond in pride while Natasha snorted and shook her head with an amused smile. Y/N was really good in reading human body and by Natasha’s almost imperceptible fidgeting and her smile not reaching her eyes Y/N knew those were clear signals that made Y/N believe Natasha was trying to play it cool when in fact-

"She is nervous." Kate whispered into Y/N’s ear again, making the girl jump up in fright when the archer pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Damn Kate, are you sure you don’t have powers? You are reading my mind today." Y/N regretted her movement right after she noticed the aftermath. She almost combusted when their noses brushed together due to their faces leaning close to not be heard by anyone else.

"I’m willing to leave this ability to Wanda." Kate chuckled amused, "even though it would be so cool reading minds." Y/N shook her head at the archer’s sly sparkle in her intoxicating blue irises and her wiggling eyebrows, jostling her shoulder gently.

"My biggest turn on is a bit contradictory. Power but also vulnerability. I love someone that could keep up with me. I love being in control but if my partner knows how to gain control instead, I would definitely surrender to them. But I also love someone who I can be vulnerable with and viceversa."

Natasha tried to move her eyes all around their group to speak to no one in particular but Y/N and Kate noticed how her eyes tried to meet Wanda’s gaze every two seconds and both shared a look of understanding. "Wan did you notice it too? She was literally trying to meet your gaze!" Y/N’s voice echoed around Wanda’s mind, causing the girl to flush furiously making the Y/H/C girl and Kate realize the young redhead noticed Natasha’s gestures too.

"Do you think Wanda is gonna choose 7 minutes in heaven when it’ll be her turn?" Kate whispered gently into Y/N’s ear, spreading goosebumps throughout Y/N’s body.

The Y/E/C girl opened her mouth to answer Kate’s question, but she was interrupted by Natasha’s voice when she spoke up after the ‘aw’s coming from the other heroes stopped, "Y/N truth or 7 minutes in heaven?"

The smirk on Natasha’s face told Y/N the girl was merely helping her out with Kate and with Wanda’s nod and the small amount of alcohol she consumed, she found enough courage to speak up with determination in her Y/E/C hues, "7 minutes in heaven."

"Finally! The game is starting to heat up!" Tony clapped his hands enthusiastically and laughed loudly in excitement, followed by a few hollers and whistles coming from Thor, Sam and Bucky.

Natasha grinned triumphantly at the girl and nodded proudly, "good choice Y/L/N. The bottle will choose the lucky one you’re going to make out with."

Y/N rolled her eyes to cover up her nervousness and just now noticed Kate wasn’t leaning on her body anymore but she was sitting up straight looking down at Natasha’s left hand ready to spin the bottle. Y/N held her breath in anticipation, hoping with all her heart the bottle will land on Kate. When the bottle slowed to a stop Y/N was ready to faint but came back to her senses when she noticed the bottle landed on Clint sat on Kate’s right. The world crumbled all around Y/N, she sighed dejectedly under her breath while putting on a poker face to prevent everyone to see her disappointment at her shattered hopes, even though she wasn’t sure she was doing a great job.

"Oh hell naw. No offense Y/N, but A you’re like a daughter to me and B I’m happily married. So that’s a big no." Hope sparked once again in the pit of Y/N’s stomach, who played along with Clint with a ‘yeah’ of agreement and a snort.

"Okay well, should we spin the bottle again or choose the person to his right following clockwise positions?" Natasha asked with her perfect styled left eyebrow up in question as she eyed everyone to make a decision. A choir of ‘clockwise’ and ‘spin the bottle’ followed by the next second, clashing together without a purpose. "Okay that was pointless. Hands up for spinning the bottle - Y/N and Kate you’re obviously not voting." Y/N sighed out in frustration, she knew what Natasha was doing. She was trying to set her up with Kate, she was helping her doing something about her crush on Kate. And for that Y/N will be forever grateful. Five hands lifted after the Russian’s request and Y/N noticed Kate fidgeting on her spot, making her wonder if she was nervous in case she was going to be the chosen one or if she was hoping she wasn’t going to be paired up with Y/N for 7 minutes in heaven - she hope with all her heart it wasn’t the latter. "Hands up for clockwise." 6 hands lifted up in the air and Y/N was so happy she was sure she was floating but she tried to keep her smile at bay to prevent everyone to notice. "Kate this means you are going to spend 7 minutes in heaven with Y/N." Natasha clapped her hands enthusiastically as the two girls shared a shy gaze with sheepish smiles.

"You don’t have to say yes, y’know. I won’t be offended if-"

"Oh no she can’t say no. We accept only excuses like ‘I’m married’ and shit like that. Kate are you married?" Natasha sat up and urged the two girl on to do the same, looking at Kate expectantly with an eager expression.

"Hm- no?" Kate asked more than stated, not really trusting her tongue with forming comprensibile words while her brain spun out of control. Holy shit, am I really going to spend 7 minutes in a closet with Y/N?! Are we going to kiss? Will it be awkward if we don’t?

All these questions clouded the black haired beauty’s brain but Natasha wasn’t exactly paying attention to her state as she grabbed the two girl’s arms once they sat up from the couch and pushed them towards the closest closet and opened the door, "okay, I think we all know how the rules works, so enjoy the ride. I’ll keep track of the time." Natasha winked one last time before slamming the door quickly after shoving them ungracefully into the closet.

The two grunted in pain when Kate’s back met the wooden wall and Y/N fell ungraciously on her body, "sorry, she can be a lot sometimes." Y/N chuckled as she tried to stand up and stop crushing Kate’s body but the dimly lit, small room was proving it to be a difficult task to accomplish.

"She was just still nervous about her confession, so she coped up with it with our ‘dare’." Air quoting the word dare after she helped Y/N stabilize her body with her hands laid on her hips and maneuvering her to help her prevent from hitting a shelf and getting hurt.

"I’m pretty sure she was pairing us up above anything else." Y/N murmured in fatigue as she avoided stepping on Kate’s feet, thinking she only thought those words to avoid being heard by the archer, but the Y/E/C girl’s hopes crumbled for the second time that night when Kate asked her curiously with widened, curious eyes.

"What? Are you serious?"

"Shit, did I say that out loud?" Y/N asked alarmed, putting as much distance between them as the small closet allowed to, looking at those clear, breathtaking blue eyes for just a fraction of second before looking at anywhere but the archer.

"You did." Kate simply stated with a humming tone. Y/N could hear a smug smirk from the girl’s tone, but she couldn’t be exactly sure since she was completely interested in a few household products instead of her beautiful face.

"Well, let’s just forget about it. We still have like 6 minutes and 30 seconds in here. So how is Lucky?" Y/N grimaced inwardly at her awkward rambling but she couldn’t come up with anything at all when those blue eyes were fixated on her. She just hoped asking about the girl’s beloved one-eyed golden retriever would distract her enough to forget about her slip up.

"He is doing good at Clint's farm. Now, don’t avoid the matter. What did you mean with ‘Natasha was trying to pair us up’?"

"Hm- I- I-"

"Hey, you can tell me anything. You know that." Kate lifted her hand up to caress the girl’s arm softly, trying to convey as much calmness to help the girl relax and explain the words that ignited hope into the pitch of the black haired girl’s stomach.

"I- I meant- well- it meant just what I said. She was pairing us up at all costs. The bottle landed on Clint but when he refused due to obvious reasons she quickly attempted to ensure you would be the one to be here in the closet with me."

"But she made everyone choose between spinning the bottle and me." Kate countered back with furrowed eyebrow, still not getting Y/N’s previous affirmation.

"She was trying to be subtle. But think about it, what did she choose?"

"Clockwise." Kate answered in an hushed tone, now starting to understand Y/N’s point as her stomach knotted over itself in anticipation and excitement.

"And who else did choose the same thing? Clint - he is Nat best friend and he has a soft spot for her. America, Yelena, Scott and Maria and Wanda - she clearly does anything Natasha asked her to but they all know the truth, so of course they choose clockwise -. Everyone else voted spin the bottle because it seemed the obvious choice."

"What truth?" Kate spoke up a few moments later after letting everything sink in, biting her bottom lip when she noticed Y/N’s face fall and her cheeks immediately tinted with a crimson color.

"Oh- yeah, that. Hm-" Kate was getting impatient, she pretty much already knew what truth Y/N was talking about so she tried to speed up the process of Y/N opening up to her with a convincing point.

"Y/N. We have only 5 minutes left in here."

That was the courage boost Y/N needed to finally confess her feelings she stashed inside of her for too long to the archer. Natasha, Wanda, America, Yelena, Scott and Maria gave her a chance to be happy with Kate and she will be damned if she wasn’t going to take this great opportunity and take advantage of it. "That I have a crush on you. And since I’ve been feeling about this for a while and I’m not that good at hiding them, our friends noticed and they used this game to give me the chance to confess my feelings to you."

Kate kept quiet, not really believing this was really happening so she deliberately pinched her side to be sure she wasn’t dreaming this moment like she had many times before, "ouch."

"What?" Y/N asked with her eyebrows furrowed together, her heart falling on the ground and shattering at the completely unexpected reaction. During their small interaction, Kate pushing her to explain her words, caressing her arm so softly and looking at her with that tender look in her eyes gave Y/N hope that maybe the girl liked her back, but she wasn’t expecting that.

"No no no. Sorry, it came out wrong." Kate quickly assured when she noticed that sparkle of hope leave Y/N’s inebriating Y/E/C hues and cupped the girl’s neck right under her jaw and caressed the tense muscles there with her thumbs, "I- I pinched myself to be sure this was really happening and I wasn’t dreaming it."

"Why?" Y/N asked uncertainty, eyeing the girl warily while keeping her stomach at bay, not wanting to get her hopes up to have them shattered again, so she waited the blue eyed girl to explain herself first.

"Because those words are what I’m hoping to hear from you since we met." Kate answered truthfully with a million dollar smile, before looking down shyly at her thumbs’ movement on the girl’s skin to focus on something else but those eyes staring holes into her soul. When she felt the girl taking a tentative step closer to her and invading her personal space, Kate lifted her eyes up to find Y/N’s Y/E/C irises a darker shade and full of determination.

"We have just over 4 minutes left in here. Let’s make this time worth the while." Y/N stated boldly, smirking when Kate swallowed loudly while her eyes darkened instantly. No words were needed anymore, so Kate used her hands still placed on the girl’s neck to grasp it harshly and crash their lips together in a passionate kiss.

They started slowly, their lips slotting together like two piece of puzzle while their chests filled with warmth and their stomaches started doing somersaults for finally doing what they dreamed of for months now. Y/N’s hands stayed still by her side for half a minute, not really trusting her body to move as her mind was still reeling at the feeling of soft, plump, delicious lips kissing her fervently, but when she felt Kate’s hands grip her neck tightly and her tongue sweeping along the seam of her lips, she finally regained control of her body. She immediately granted Kate access, letting that unexpectedly skillful tongue enter her mouth and explore every crevice of her mouth, as her hands grasped the archer’s hips and flushed their bodies together greedily. "Fuck, that was amazing." Kate panted when they pulled away to take some needed breath, both their burning lungs screaming from lack of air, her chest heaving hard, her pupils blown out, her lips a bit bruised and slightly red as she eyed the girl fondly.

"Fuck yeah." Y/N agreed while leaning herself on Kate, her wobbly legs finding it difficult to support her body after that breathtaking kiss. "Shit, you are an amazing kisser."

Kate grinned proudly and wiggled her eyebrows seductively, "you’re the one talking."

"Shit, that thing you did with your tongue- holy fuck it made me dizzy."

"Do you want me to do it again?"

Y/N didn’t answer, she plainly grunted out and clashed their mouths together again, wasting no time this time and slipping her tongue in, licking and sucking on Kate’s tongue greedily as her hands instinctively slipped down from her hips and grasped the archer’s supple ass.

"Fuck." Kate moaned lowly into Y/N’s mouth, feeling her knees give out for just a second, but Y/N’s body pushing her hard on the closet wall prevented her to fall and caused her panties so soak through in an instant.

"You’re so beautiful." Y/N whispered on the girl’s lips, biting down on that inviting bottom lip and pulling on it slowly, eliciting another low, raspy moan from the blue eyed girl.

"C’mere." Kate grunted out right before she grasped an handful of Y/N’s hair and joined their lips again, her tongue sweeping all over Y/N’s mouth and smirked into the kiss when she felt Y/N lean more into her body while whining softly into her mouth.

"Only one minute and 30 seconds left lovebirds." Wanda’s voice echoed around both girls’ minds, causing them to broke apart confused and unfocused.

"Shit- okay, I really wanna keep doing this- shit Kate." Y/N tried to reason with Kate but this was proved to be a difficult task when Kate’s lips decided to attack her neck with open mouthed kisses and little love bites. "Everyone is drunk but they are all still here." Y/N’s point was proven with loud hollers and whistles coming from the other side of the door.

"We can go in one of our rooms." Kate reasoned with an hoarse tone, slipping her tongue out to trace the entire length of Y/N’s neck before nipping gently at the girl’s jaw, smirking mischievously when she felt Y/N’s body give out and the girl gripping on her ass harshly to stabilize herself.

"We won’t hear the end of it. We just need to wait till the party is over. Then I’m all yours." Y/N whispered seductively on Kate’s lips when the archer stopped her delightful torture on her neck and coming up face to face to her, before laying an hard kiss on her lips.

"Well-" Kate started, one hand leaving the girl’s nape to grab Y/N’s right wrist slowly, never breaking their eye contact. Y/N’s curious eyes widened in surprise when Kate slipped her hand into her pants and underwear and her fingers were immediately coated with slick arousal, "do you think I can wait till the party is over?" Kate whispered sultrily, biting down on Y/N’s bottom lip and pushing her hips down on Y/N’s hand when she felt the girl’s fingers move slowly over her slits.

"Holy fucking shit Kate." Y/N whined pitifully, feeling her own pair of panties getting completely drenched as she circled the black haired beauty’s clit and felt her moan on her mouth. "I-"

"Please, I need you now."

Y/N’s mind started to spin wildly out of control as she considered her options here. Those now dark blue eyes staring deeply into her own Y/E/C irises, white teeth sinking seductively on a plump, red bottom lip and hips rotating on her fingers to gain some friction were making doing the responsible thing really hard to choose. The responsible thing to do would be promising Kate to make her come as soon as the party was over, but it seemed like Y/N’s fingers had a mind of its own when one of them pushed into the girl’s drenched core and started a low rhythm. Kate moaned lowly at the craved invasion and dropped her forehead on Y/N’s one as she moved her hips along Y/N’s hand. "Fuck, you feel so good Y/N/N."

"I- wait- let me-" Y/N didn’t finish her line but she never stopped her movements, "we need Wanda’s help."

"What?"

"Wanda, can you hear me?"

"Yeah. 30 seconds left." Y/N was trying really hard to focus on talking telepathically with Wanda when delicious sounds were leaving Kate’s mouth as her center swallowed her finger delightfully.

"I have a favor to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Can we stay here 5 more minutes? Please."

"What? Why?" Y/N groaned in delight when Kate grabbed her other hand still grasping her ass and pushed it under her shirt and on her bra-clad left breast. Y/N boldly slipped her hand under the bra and moaned in deep, raw arousal when she felt a pebbled nipple stand up and hit her palm at her hand’s attention before entering Kate with another finger and speeding up her pace. "How do I do that?"

"I don’t know, ask Nat to help you. Please."

"Yeah bu-"

"Wan I’m begging you. I’m two fingers in Kate. I need only 5 more minutes. I’ll do whatever you want." Kate interrupted Y/N’s focus on her conversation with Wanda with a guttural whine leaving her throat.

"Holy shit! You go girl! Okay say no more. 5 more minutes."

Y/N smirked widely when no one knocked on the closet door to let them out and thanked Wanda for helping her. She owed her big time. "I bought us 5 more minutes." Y/N whispered on Kate’s lips before engulfing them in another, slow, languid kiss while keeping her unrelenting movements into Kate's core.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I owe her big time. Now where were we?" Y/N hummed pensively, before smirking devilishly at Kate, "oh yeah, I was about to make you come."

"Holy shit." Kate moaned when Y/N’s thumb joined her fingers and started rotating her pulsating clit, spreading shivers all over her body and causing her knees to give out from too much pleasure all at once.

Y/N reluctantly pushed her hand away from Kate’s supple breast and slid it down to pop open the girl’s pants and slipping the zipper down before grabbing her left leg and hooking it around her hip to have more room for her hand to push in deeper. "Fuck Kate, you are so wet for me."

"Just for you babe. Fuck-" Y/N curled her fingers into Kate’s center in a way that made Kate see stars as she chased down her building orgasm. "Are you wet for me too Y/N/N?"

Y/N swallowed loudly at those words whispered seductively and nodded, "yeah, so so much. You clenching on my fingers is making me so wet." Kate moaned at Y/N’s truthful admission and with just a bit of clear mind she moved her hand still gripping the girl’s neck down to slip into Y/N’s pants and feel the girl’s arousal herself. "Holy fucking shit- KATE!" Y/N yelled in a loud moan at the sudden invasion and almost came undone at the bold gesture.

"Look at you, so needy for me."

"I can say the same thing about you Bishop." Y/N countered back with her lips curled over a smirk, that changed into an O shape when Kate tapped hard on her clit and her hips pushed down to silently ask Kate to start fucking her.

"Shit, your fingers feels amazing." Kate moaned pitifully when Y/N added a third digit and pushed in deeper.

"I wish I could say the same about yours." Y/N replied with a mischievous smirk that instantly fell when fire burned into those now black irises, stilling her fingers for just a moment before she kept on.

"Ready to scream my name?" Kate asked rhetorically before slipping her digits down to the girl’s entrance and slipping two of them in without warning.

"Kate!" Y/N moaned at the intrusion, glad about the loud chatter coming from the living room so no one knew what they were doing, and silently started moving her hips to the girl’s pace, stilling her fingers’ movements again for just a fraction of second to let the fullness Kate’s digits was providing in before starting back up with a faster rhythm.

"See? Told you." Kate smiled smugly at the girl’s loud moan slipping past her throat and licking her lips sensually, rolling her eyes back when Y/N’s new speed caused her palm to hit her clit deliciously. She added a third finger in and matched the girl’s pace as both panted and wailed into each other mouth, too much focused on chasing their approaching orgasms to keep kissing.

"I wanna taste you so bad." Y/N admitted hazily as she sped up her movements when she felt the girl’s walls clench on her fingers, her eyes focusing only on those dark blue pools full of love and arousal staring back at her and Kate shivered wildly as images of what is to come (no pun intended) after the party.

"I want to taste you too babe. So fucking bADLY." Kate wailed loudly when Y/N pushed impossibly hard into her core and felt herself tipping over the edge, not noticing in her coital state she curled her own fingers into Y/N’s core before stilling her movements when her body stiffened and juices spilled out of her core.

Watching Kate come undone because of her on her fingers and the archer’s digits curling in her own core, pushed Y/N over the edge too, her center spurting out her release and soaking Kate’s hand deliciously. "That was- shit."

"Yeah. I never came so hand and so fast." Kate admitted with a blush adorning her cheeks, as they both slowed their fingers to a stop and reluctantly pulled them out of their cores, both whining at the lack of fullness brought by their digits buried into each other. They shared a soft, languid peck, before taking advantage of the little time left to fix each other up to not look like they just fucked into the closet with everyone else still in the next room. Y/N with a shy smile lifted Kate’s shirt up to readjust Kate’s bra that she pushed up when she was touching her chest, only to blush furiously when Kate’s right boob was right in front of her eyes, her nipple looking at her and begging for her touch. "You know it’s rude to stare." Kate teased and watched Y/N’s blush intensify.

"Oh I’m planning to do much more than just staring." Y/N boldly replied and smirked inwardly when she watched Kate’s smug face fall and her her throat bob gently when she swallowed. She leaned over resolutely and wrapped her lips around Kate’s still erected nipple and sucked on it hard, feeling Kate’s fingers thread through her locks and push her face more into her chest. Y/N slipped the archer’s nipple out of her mouth and sucked hard just on the nipple’s left on Kate’s breast for a few seconds, before pushing away and admiring her work. Kate looked down too and felt a flush of fresh arousal leaving her still drenched core at the big hickey Y/N just left on her breast. "A little gift to remind you what’s to come. Hopefully you again." Y/N added jokingly but her Cheshire Cat smile and her seductive tone told her she purposefully added that last part.

"You’re so fucking hot." Kate murmured as she grasped Y/N’s neck and connected their lips into an hard kiss, slipping her tongue right past Y/N’s open mouth and sliding it over Y/N in a sensual dance.

They pulled away a few moments later to go back to fixing each other’s clothes, Y/N closing Kate’s pants as the archer did the same with hers, then Y/N laid another soft peck on the girl’s breast before readjusting the blue eyed girl’s bra and pulling her shirt down.

"Okay horndogs. In a minute I’m going to open the door, so please be fully clothed by then." The two girls laughed gently at Wanda’s words echoing into their minds, spending the little time left sharing soft pecks while cuddling on the closet wall and nuzzling their noses together with big, door smiles etched on their features. "I’m about to open the door."

The two girls squinted their eyes at the bright light entering the dimly lit closet and smiled in appreciation at Wanda and Natasha, whom stared at them with big, proud smirks on their faces. "Oh no! Guys 7 minutes in heaven’s rules are that you need to kiss, not talk!" Thor complained with a disappointed look on his features and everyone nodded in agreement when he noticed the two girls looked like they had been just talking in the closest and not fucking each other’s brain out. Y/N and Kate share a subtle look, silently congratulating each other for the amazing work they did in fixing their appearances before walking out of the closet.

"We even let you stay in more than necessary because we got distracted by few more rounds of truths! You girls disappointed me!" Tony joked with a fake serious face on and shook his head before taking another drink of his scotch.

"And you guys are too drunk." Y/N spoke up with an amused smile and received a round of loud enthusiastic ‘yeah’s that made her laugh hard, hearing Kate giggle alongside her.

"Okay now move. It’s our turn." Wanda pushed them to the side and walked into the closet with Natasha on her tail before closing the door behind them. "I’m expecting you two to give us 5 more minutes like I did."

Y/N and Kate shared a look of understanding before smirking at the implications behind Wanda’s words. "Don’t worry Wanda, we got you two covered." Kate whispered, Y/N grateful that Wanda let her hear what Kate told her, before the two walked further into the room with everyone now cheering Thor on chugging a full bottle of tequila, the Asgardian yelling loudly in victory when he drank the last drop of tequila before slamming the bottle on the floor and shattering it, while everyone else cheered at his achievement.

"Okay I think it’s time for everyone to call it quits." Y/N spoke up loudly to be heard by everyone and even if she received a bunch of ‘boo’s everyone got up and left, leaving only Y/N and Kate in the room. Y/N waited a few more seconds to be sure the coast was clear before knocking gently on the closet door, "everyone left. You guys have all the time you need. My advice is, go to one of your rooms. This closet it unpractical." When Y/N received a faint, whined ‘okay’ in return, not sure if it was Wanda or Natasha answering her, she chuckled softly under her breath before grabbing Kate’s hand and intertwining their fingers together as they walked towards the elevator. "I haven’t had the chance to say it but, nice outfit by the way."

"Thank you." Kate blushed slightly at the compliment and looked at her just a bit wrinkled and disheveled clothes before leaning over and pecking Y/N’s lips gently.

"It will look definitely better on my bedroom floor."

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