#wow i fucking rambled alright

[justcallmesolll]

I realise why its so embarrassing to talk about being neurodivergant irl.

yeen rambles #1

being on the internet is like walking on a frozen lake. we have to be so extremely careful with everything we do to not be harassed for it. one of these things, is being autistic or having ADHD. (i will mainly focus on autisim as im more familliar with expeiancing it, although i will say its differant for everyone.) people are so quick to accuse others of faking a disorder like autisim, and it gets to the point where people who either have or havent got a diagnosis with autisim are being acussed of faking it. but this behaviour is so much more common irl, where if you try to talk about it, the first thing thats asked is "Wait so do you have a diagnosis?"

now, things are different in Scotland compared to America, and i acknowledge that. the whole process of getting a diagnosis for something like autism is such a laborious process. first, you need to be put on the waiting list, which usually doesn't happen until you reach about year 8 or 9(more often than not, its females. a male's symptoms of autism are easily spotted and caught early on.), where you realise that "hey! actually I'm not normal at all!" and IF you get a meeting with a GP, you list all symptoms, talk about how extremely hard it is for you to literally just function in the world made for neurotypicals.

then you're asked the hardest question, which, will be asked SO many times; "Why do you want a diagnosis?" this is such a hard, excruciating question to ask someone with autism, because we genuinely don't know how to answer. Because I need it? I know that sounds weird, but I do. I need a diagnosis to feel whole if that makes sense. the reassurance that I'm not a weird, lazy, dysfunctional human being would be nice. to know that there's a reason why its so hard to simply live. to prove anyone who denies me wrong? its hard to explain and it makes you feel like a rabbit caught in a snare. if, AND ONLY IF, you somehow manage to get onto the waiting list, you're looking at about an average of two-three years until you get an appointment. another thing they'll say to you is "There's no cure for it you know." I'm so fucking aware of that. more aware than anybody around me at all fucking times. you think I'm going through this entire process for fun?? Those people are almost ALWAYS fucking neurotypical or speak to you like a five year old.

but that's why I don't have a fucking diagnosis. what the fuck does it matter to you anyway??? I don't see how me having or not having autism affects you? i know neurotypicals find it hard to grasp what it's like to be autistic. because it sounds unreal. it IS fucking unreal. but if you're autistic, you are VERY aware of it. even if you don't know what autism is. you assume that everyone went though what you did as a small child. THEY FUCKING DIDNT. you are just different. that's how it is, and that's how it always will be. I always felt like there was something wrong with me. the way I act or speak, it's not the same as everybody else. i tried talking about it, "Everybody feels that way." yes. they do. but the thing is, it's (Mostly) never true yea? with autism you're aware that you are speaking in a very unnatural manner, you are aware of the stares you receive as you speak, of the brief, unnatural silence after you finish talking. Because it's happening. it's not in your head. its real. and happening right now. but neurotypicals straight up just refuse to believe this. at least from my experience. they insist that I'm overreacting, or overanalysing it. but I'm fucking not. its happening right in front of me, broad as day.

you're constantly justifying your own experiences. trying to make them understand, until you realize, Why am I trying to convince this person? that sounds like something somebody who is trying to fake it would do. you start second guessing yourself, Maybe I am over exaggerating. I read that person wrong, or that didn't actually happen. you become that opposing side in your own head as you grow up. no-one else needed. and so, you get the feeling that everyone, along with yourself, is constantly doubting your claims. Which isn't good at all. if I don't have autism then who am i? i clearly dont know myself well enough, am i sure i'm even who i want to be? even writing that last part there, i thought to myself; Don't be so dramatic! it's not that big a deal. but it is. it so is.

Shit as it is, if there was a cure for autism, I wouldn't want it. it makes me who I am, and as fucking annoying as it is I wouldn't change it. I just kind of wish more people would understand it, or at least accept it, rather than deny it.

TLDR; it feels like most ppl including urself dont belive you which is shit, but its not at the same time idk man its confusing.

[devotedlystrangewizard]

totk really is one of those games that make me go "ok thanks for the characters, setting, and general plot, but ill take it from here <3" because the entire historical timeline had so much potential for interesting and nuanced story telling but they just went with the old zelda story formula and YES thats how theyve always done it but botw was such a reset in terms of gameplay that they couldve overhauled how they handle story in totk. but they didnt

[todayisafridaynight]

psst for my stream regulars

How does the idea of me starting streams at like 1:30PM (EST) sound. i’ll still plan to run them to like 5:00PM (EST) but now its more definite it’ll actually end then opposed to accidentally going on until like. 7:30PM (EST)

Also im on mobile so i cant make a poll so you gotta let me know through like a comment or somethin ok ty

[monkberryfields]

🙃🙃

[eggmeralda]

thumbnail that says "staying in my band until I feel appreciated" and the video is 3 years long

[tgcg]

an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

===

===

TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

===

TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

[brimk-personal]

Ngl I’m now a coupert/honey/coupon app shill now

Fucking game changer

[callmemaeverick]

Livin’ La Vida Loca - A. Aretas

Pairing: Armando x f!Reader Summary: Armando was doing Armando stuff, brooding and minding his own business, when someone jumped on his bike and told him to go. (This man got me writing again, but I needed to start slow. Then I saw this reverse trope thing about accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss, and well this happened)

WC: 600 TW: Gun. Senior Aretas

Armando kicked up his bikestand and revved his engine, his head in turmoil. He almost had him, the detective, but he could not bring himself to pull the trigger.

And something was not right with his mother and he was more than a little confused with her motives. She was hiding something from him and despite all that he did for her, she won't tell him everything. He had done all that she asked of him and he did it with little to no help. Sure, he had people working for him, but he hired these people not a few months before and all of them through fear and intimidation. He was alone. He had no one to trust.

He was about to take off, when all of a sudden, his bike rocked as a weight landed behind him. Hands wrapped around his middle and instantly, his gun was in his grasp.

"What the fuck?!" He exclaimed and turned as far as he could. All he saw was a pair of panicked eyes.

"Go, dammit! Go!"

One day, when he looked back on this day, he'd wonder what made him did what he did. But he was glad for it.

He holstered his weapon, shifted into gear and drove off. Within seconds he had reached a speed that was way too fast for riding by the pier, but that was not what was on his mind then. The hand around his middle clutched at his jacket, making it tighter around his torso and a glance downward showed Armando that the fingers had dug deep into the leather.

"What the fuck happened to her?" He wondered.

He drove fast, weaving between cars ad buildings until the harsh breathing behind him calmed somewhat. When he found a less busy street, he pulled over.

The weight behind him shifted and then she was beside him, trying to tame her winblown hair. But what struck him, was that she was smiling.

xxxx

"Wheew," You whooped as you got off the bike to face its rider, pushing your hair from your face. "That was fun! I don't know if I would've gotten outta there if I hadn't seen you. So, thank you. You saved my life.”

The man was looking at you through the visor of his helmet, you were sure of it. You could sense his confusion, though you could not see his face.

"Right, I guess I owe you an explanation." You felt self-conscious, and slighty embarrassed. Now that you think about it, what you did was stupid and reckless. "It was nothing bad, I swear, though with us being strangers and all, what good is my word right? I mean, for all you know I could be a criminal."

Dammit, stop rambling.

Suddenly the bike was shut off and the rider straightened before he pulled his helmet off. And you stood stunned at the beauty that graced you.

"Oh, wow, you're..." You trailed off and he quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes?" Even his voice was hot.

"Nothing," You said quickly. "As I was saying, I wasn't doing anything bad. We were just protesting peacefully, you know, for the turtles."

An incredulous smile appeared. "Las tortugas?"

"Y-yeah, the turtles. We were by the beach when these police guys came trying to break it up. So we made a break for it.”

The handsome man in front of you chuckled and shook his head. "Esta loca,"

"I am not crazy, okay," You argued back, but there was no heat in it. He was at least a little bit correct. Not that you’d admit it. Instead, you held out your hand and introduced yourself.

He looked at it for a second, the back up to your face, as if hesistating.

"What? Scared?" The challenged seemed to spur him on as the rider smirked and took your hand in his.

"Armando,"

"Alright, well, thank you for the assist, Armando. Don't be a stranger, alright?" You released his hand and walked away, feeling his eyes on you until you turned the corner.

FIN

[louloulemons-posts]

Teddy

Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary : Reader has a nickname for Eddie that melts his heart.

Word Count : 1.6k

Warnings : Pure fluff, reader cries a little, minor talk of Eddies mom passing, talk of heads being chopped off, swears, pet names, use of Y/N, not proofread, just fluffy goodness.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Walking into the cafeteria, you look around for your boyfriend and his friends. Wandering over to the noisy boys, you smile, slipping into the seat beside his.

In the middle of a rant about hellfire, he rambled on about the others whining about lack of knowledge of his newest campaign.

“What’s the point of me,” he paused, kissing you cheek and placing his ring decorated hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

“-Telling you anything about it, it kinda defeats the object. You’d get through it too easy.”

“Can’t we just have a hint what we’re up against?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah man you wiped the floor with us last time,” Mike complained.

“Maybe it’s cause you’re shit,” Eddie shrugged, to which you lightly punched his shoulder. “What?” He asked.

“Don’t be mean Teddy, give ‘em a hint.”

You looked away from him, pulling your lunch out of your bag. A sandwich, some cherries and a bottle of water. “Fine, it’s sort of similar to last time. Just remember how many things can hide in the dark.”

“Wow thanks for zero help,” Dustin said. Eddie just shrugged, as you slid half of your sandwich over to him. “Here you go Teds.”

Kissing your head he smiled, “Thanks Sweet Girl.”

“You busy later?”

“No why?”

“What to rent a movie?”

“Sure, want a movie night?”

“Mhm, you can stay if you want. Parents won’t mind Teds.”

He went quiet as he nodded, taking a bite out of his half of the sandwich. You noticed how his cheeks were flushed, and through his thick curls you could see his ears red.

“You alright?”

“Yeah Sweetheart I’m good, foods nice.”

“Want any cherries?” He nodded, handing him a couple, you offered them to the other boys as well.

A few of them took some, all thanking you for the offer.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Lunch was uneventful after that, until your friend Chloe came running in. “Y/N,” she said, placing a hand of your shoulder.

Turning to her, you smiled, “Hey Clo, everything okay?”

“Do you think you could help me with moving my project, it’s almost breaking and I need to get it to our next class.”

“Oh yeah sure.” You packed away your lunch and stood from the table.

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you leaned down to peck your boyfriends lips. “I’ll meet you at the van,” he said.

“Okay, see you later Teddy.” You and Chloe waved goodbye to the others and headed out.

“So um … Teddy huh?” Gareth teased.

“Shut up!” He said.

“But it’s cute! I’m gonna start calling you that now, Eddie Teddy.”

“Fuck off, only Y/Ns allowed to call me that.”

“Aww why?” He asked.

“Uh cause she’s my girlfriend you dick.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Standing by Eddies van you saw him walk out of the building, saying goodbye to Dustin and wandering over to you. You smiled and waved slightly as he made his way.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he smiled.

“Hey Teddy,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. Taking your bag off you shoulder, he offered you his hand as you climbed in the van, placing the bag by your feet.

“Thanks.”

“Always.” He walked around to his side and began to drive out of the parking lot. “So what are we getting? Horror, sci-fi or are you gonna make me sit through a chick flick?” He asked.

“You always ask that, but you get so into them!”

“Do not!”

“Lies. I know you love them really Teds.”

“Mhm whatever you say.”

“Well I was thinking, I pick a movie for you, and you pick one for me.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“I’ve got popcorn at home and candy, so it’s just the movies.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Walking into Family Video, Eddie kissed your cheek and spoke, “I’m just gonna go say hi, go pick out the movie Sweetheart.”

“Okay.” Waving to the pair behind the counter before walking away down the aisle.

“Hey Munson.”

“Harrington, Buckley. How are we?”

“Good, you hear to use our discount?” Steve asked. “You know it.”

“How’s it going with Y/N?” Robin questioned.

“She’s great. It’s great.”

“I’m so glad I introduced you.”

“Yeah me too, I’ll owe you forever. Can’t believe she’s stuck around.”

“Coming up to six months now right?” The other boy asked.

Eddie nodded. “So movie night? Her parents like you?”

“Her dads a metal head himself Steve, of course he likes him!” Steve held his hands up in defence at Robins words. Eddie laughed, “Yeah they’re great people, really nice. Makes sense though, having that Sweet girl as their daughter.”

“Talking about me?” You popped up besides Eddie. “You? Sweet? Nah,” The curly haired boy teased. You bumped his side, letting out a playful sigh. “Go pick your movie Teds,” you said.

“What did you get?”

“It’s called Highlander. Looks good.”

“Oh yeah it’s cool,” Steve agreed, “I watched it the other day, insane, but great.”

“Perfect! Now go pick,” you pushed him towards the aisle lightly.

“Jesus, you tryna get rid of me?”

“Me? Get rid of you? Never!”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Okay so I have Sweet and Salty popcorn, M&Ms and Reece’s. Help yourself,” you said, climbing on the couch next to Eddie. “Did you plan this?” He asked.

“I was just really hoping you’d be up for it,” you explained. “I’m always up for spending time with you Sweetheart.” You smiled, and snuggled into him.

“Okay kids we’re heading out now, we’ll be home at 1 at the latest,” your mom said, popping her head round the door. “Okay, have fun,” you waved to her.”

The pair shouted to goodbye to you and Eddie and were on their way. “Okay which movie first?” You asked.

“Well one has Sean Connery and one has Bowie so either ones a good pick.”

“We should start gory and end sweet?”

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll put it in.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Soon enough you were sat together watching Highlander. Scottish warriors were freaking out because a man named Connor had come back from the dead.

“I think this was a good pick,” Eddie said.

“Thanks Teds, I’m glad your enjoy it.” Once again you noticed his face flushing. “Why do you do that?” You asked.

He looked away from the screen to face you, “Do what Sweet girl?”

“Go all blushy?”

“I’m not!”

“You are, your cheeks are all pink and I bet your ears are warm.” You reached out to feel, but he leaned away.

“Let me feel!”

“No! Get away from my ears.”

“Let me feel them!”

“No you little monster. Get back,” he shuffled to the edge of the couch.

You crawled after him, leaving him trapped. Reaching out again, you successfully touched his ear, it was burning. “Aha! I knew it!”

“Shush! Watch the movie! Look it’s Sean Connery.”

“No no, I’m pausing it.” You reached for the remote and paused it on the older man’s face.

“What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything?” You said softly, fully facing him. Legs crossed and hands in your lap. “I know sweetheart it’s just ..” he sighed.

“It’s okay Teddy. Take your time.”

“It’s that.”

“What?”

“Teddy.”

“Teddy?”

“When you call me Teddy I just,” he groaned, leaning back into the plush couch. “Do you not like it? I can stop,” you said, terrified that you’d made your lover uncomfortable.

“No!” He almost shouted. “Please don’t stop. I love it, so much,” he said, reaching out for your hand. “Then why’s it bad?”

“Oh sweet girl it’s not. It’s so far from bad, if makes my heart burst and my brain turn mushy.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh. Haven’t had anyone call me Teddy in a long time. When you first did it, it scared me, but I love it so much.”

You played with the rings on his fingers, “Who else called you Teddy?”

“My mom. Her little Teddy, said Edward was too grown up for me yet. Wayne was the one who started calling me Eddie after everything that happened.

“He called me Teddy once and I freaked. Said only mom could call me that, and now she was gone no one could. But then you came along, and damn sweetheart … you changed everything.

“So sweet and kind and beautiful. You called me Teddy and I felt so loved, only two ladies have made me feel like that. That’s how I knew it’d have to be you, you’d be my one and only girl. I just love you so much.”

You sniffled, rubbing your glassy eyes. “Oh no, oh Sweetheart. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you,” Eddie said, panicked, pulling you into his lap.

“You didn’t! It’s just so sweet. I’m so happy I make you feel like that. So honoured that you let me call you Teddy.”

“I am your Teddy, like I was hers, and I’m Wayne’s Eddie or Son.”

“You said something else to Teds.”

“I did didn’t I?” He asked, to which you nodded. “Well it’s true Sweetheart, I love you. Think I have from the day Robin introduced us.”

“I love you too Teddy.” He cupped your face with his hands, metal chilly on your face, but his warm palms comforted you. Leaning in he kissed your lips softly.

You pulled him back in, holding onto his shirt. Making the kiss more passionate, opening your mouth slightly, letting his tongue slide in.

After making out until you needed to breathe, you smiled at him, “I love you so much my Teddy.”

“I love you too Sweet girl, now come on let’s watch some guys chop each others heads off.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[greynatomy]

luck of the irish

katie mccabe x reader

i’m having sm trouble writing rn that i feel like i’m just rambling when writing at this point. hope it makes sense for y’all

part 2 part 3

———

“Come on. Please. For me?” You ask the two people on a video call with you

Your best friends, Selena and Taylor, and you are having a virtual hangout, seeing as you all live in different places.

“What’s in it for us?” Selena asks, taking a sip of her wine.

“Absolutely nothing, but you get to go to England.”

“And what are we gonna do? Sit and watch you ogle your girlfriend for like two hours.”

“Exactly.”

“Stop teasing me. You can’t hardly blame me though, my girlfriend is hot. And y’all are just bitter that you’re single.”

“Hey! I’m not anymore.”

“Shocker!” You say sarcastically. “You’ve been going to your boyfriend’s games so much and brought us with you, now it’s my turn.”

“Sel, you need to get yourself an athlete.”

“I know.” She whines, extending the ‘o’. “You guys need to set me up with someone.

“You might catch the eyes of some footballers if you come here.”

“We’re gonna be in so many news headlines.”

“Just gotta make sure we don’t look stupid in them.”

———

The Arsenal Women’s team are all on the pitch, warming up for their match. All of a sudden, the crowd throughout the stadium starts cheering, confusing all the players and staff on the pitch.

Looking all around, the crowd is watching the big screen. There you are, with your two best friends, all completely oblivious to what’s happening. The three of you were too preoccupied doing the marshmallow game to notice all the eyes on you. Well, to be fair, you all grew up with eyes always on you that you all learned to block it out.

“Stop fucking it up Taylor. You’re like the whole music industry, where’s the rhythm?”

“Fuck you! I don’t have to listen to you. You’re not my Mom.”

“Okay! Let’s just try it again okay?”

“I’ll start. One marshmallow.”

“Check it out.”

“Woo.”

Down on the field, Katie watches the big screen, not being able to stop the huge grin of amusement on her face.

“Dude! There’s no way that’s actually Y/N Y/LN, Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift.”

“I mean, if you open your eyes you would see that it actually is.” Caitlin shoves Katie away because of her sarcastic response.

———

Nothing really happens for the first half, but as soon as the second half starts, Arsenal in playing like they’ve got some fresh pairs of legs on them.

“Now I understand why people watch sports.” Taylor says loudly.

“Dates an athlete and is now obsessed with sports.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“But seriously. I’ve never watched a sport on my life until I met Katie. And it’s a plus she looks hot doing it.”

———

We’ve got McCabe, Katie McCabe I just don’t think you understand she plays out on the wing, she hits it with a zing we’ve got Katie McCabe

You started chanting with all the fans, encouraging your friends to join in.

“C’mon guys! Just like I taught you!”

———

Arsenal eventually won from a banger from McCabe, who was now getting interviewed.

“Katie, good game today. You scored the game winning shot, how’d that feel?”

“Oh, em, I was just doing what I usually do. But I’ve actually got my girlfriend here, so I had to put on a bit of a show for her.”

“Oh! Wow! Well, thank you for your time Katie.” The reporter says a bit shocked at the news.

Katie walks into the locker room, everyone is just sat at their cubby, cooking down from the match, when a knock is heard from the door.

“You girls decent?” Jonas’ voice comes through the door.

“Yeah!”

“Alright, well, we’ve got some guests that would love to meet you all.”

You, Taylor and Selena walk through the door being met by the whole team. The team fan girls for a bit, the team’s social media videographer catching it all on camera.

After greeting everyone, you walk over to where Katie is still sat in her cubby and place yourself on her lap, her arms immediately wrapping around your waist.

Her teammates are too preoccupied with Selena and Taylor to notice the two of you, but both your friends know you like to wander off, instantly noticing you weren’t next to them anymore.

Looking around, she sees you with your girlfriend whispering in her ear that has her biting her lip.

“Oh my god! Stop flirting in front of other people please!” Taylor speaks out, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room.

“You’re just mad cause your man who’s not your man is off playing fake football and not with you.”

“Oh, she got you there.” Selena laughs at Taylor’s offended face, giving you a high five.

“We’re no longer friends.” Taylor pouts, crossing her arms across her chest.

“You’ll get over it cause you love me.” You wrap her in a hug, Selena joining in. “Okay, enough of that. Can we all take a group picture?” You ask the Gunners. “I’ve gotta cook dinner.”

After the photo, the three of you bid farewell to the team, you giving Katie a quick kiss and a ‘see you later.’

“Actually, can I go with you? I’ll just shower at home.” Katie asks, packing her things.

“C’mon. Bye guys!” You wave at everyone.

“See you soon!” Katie leaves after you.

The team was silent for a bit after the four of you left, not knowing how to process that their Irish teammate has a girlfriend and who her girlfriend is.

“That was unexpected.”

“Indeed.”

“How’d Katie get a girl like her?” Beth asks, not quite understanding.

“It’s probably the luck the Irish have.”

“And Y/N is her pot of gold.”

“Damn.”

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Overgeneralizing Sanders Sides Fanfiction: PT. 5, Analogical edition.

Logan: Salutations, Virgil. What may be distressing you?

Virgil, actively having an anxiety attack over lunch plans: distress? I'm not distressed. Your face is distressed. *whispering* got him.

Logan: ... Alright. Would you like a distraction?

Virgil: oh my god yes please.

Logan: take a deep breath for me, alright? Now *begins rambling about Doctor Who and which doctor was his favorite and why*

Virgil: ...

Logan: Are you okay?

Virgil: I'm horribly impressed with how much of a nerd you are.

Logan: oh. Thank you. I think.

Virgil: so um. Who's your second favorite doctor.

Virgil, internally: Jesus christ this is weirdly endearing calm the fuck down Virgil he's just a man with autism. Get a grip.

Logan, internally: Wow he really likes hearing about Doctor Who.

Meanwhile, in the Canon:

Logan, leaning against the stairs, trying to appear nonchalant: ... Say Virgil-

Virgil: Yes, I'll make you another puzzle for Christmas.

Logan, barely hiding his glee: satisfactory, thank you.

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Somethin’ Stupid

Cedric Diggory x Reader

“What the hell happened to her?” Ron asked referring to his friend pacing back and forth and looking sheepish.

“Cedric Diggory happened” Harry states blankly and Ron just rolls his eyes already used to his friend freaking out daily because of Diggory.

“Why did I even bother talking to him in the first place?!” I say trying to prevent myself from crying out of embarassment, “Merlin I’m never gonna show myself again!”

“You’re being dramatic, it wasn’t that bad!” Hermione says trying to calm me down.

“Are you sure?” I ask, “She’s lying it actually was bad.” Ginny chimes in.

“Ginny! Seriously?!” Hermione yelled, “Well I don’t want to lie to her.” She shrugs.

“What exactly happened?” Ron asks.

Earlier that Afternoon

Cedric walks up to the table where the group of Gryffindors are sitting, he stops and takes a seat next to Y/n.

“Hey guys!” Cedric greets them, completely oblivious to the fact that his presence alone was able to make Y/n redder than the Weasleys’ hair

“Hello Diggory what brings you here?” George asks, “Oh well my cousin baked some cookies and she asked for my help with selling them, do you guys want to buy some? It’s only 7 sickles each.” He states.

“I’ll take one” Fred says, “I’ll take two” Ginny adds. Most of them wanted to buy cookies and so did some other Gryffindors near them that overheard, so Cedric insisted that they made a list to make things easier and to just give him the list when they’re finished.

“Alright! We’re done, Y/n you give Diggory the list.” Ginny says, “What?! Why me?!” I ask.

“Come on this is your chance to atleast have an interaction with him!” She suggests, “Yeah you could start a conversation” Hermione says, “And maybe even flirt a little!” Ginny adds, sending me a wink.

“Fine” I say as I stand up and walk to the Hufflepuff table, I poke Cedric on the back to catch his attention. He turns around slightly to take a look at who was poking him, “Oh, Y/n! It’s you!”

“Hey, so we um- I wanted to let you know that they’re done with the list.” I state trying to act cool and unbothered, obviously I failed.

“Oh great, Can I take a look?” He asks and I panic realizing that I forgot the list, Merlin why am I like this?

“Shoot, I forgot to take it from Ginny! I’ll just go and get it.” Before I can walk away he stops me, “No it’s alright I’ll just go there.” He says.

“Okay..” I say, following him to the Gryffindor Table.

“Hey you do know you forgot the list!” Ginny states, “I know!”

I stand there awkwardly next to Cedric who was checking out the list when I hear Ginny coughing to get my attention. She then mouths, “Talk to him”. Well I think that’s what she was trying to say I’m not very good at lip reading.

“So, Cedric did you help bake those cookies?” I ask in a horrid attempt to initiate conversation.

“Oh yeah, I helped my cousin out a bit.” He says, taking one glance at me before looking back to the list.

“So did you make the cookies in one of those wood-burning ovens?” I ask trying to keep the conversation going.

“Oh I wasn’t really there when she actually did bake it but I’m pretty sure it was Gas.” he states.

“Gas? Wow!” I remark, fidgeting with the rings on my fingers. “Hey uh, y’know that smell gas has?” I pause for a second “They put that in- the gas is odorless but they add the smell so you know when there’s a leak, I read it from a book.” I rambled, “A lot of other gas smells..” I continued, “Meth- methane smells” I added.

Cedric smiles at me awkwardly, looking a bit confused. “Good to know.” He pauses not really knowing how to reply to my rant about gas, “Well I have to go, I’ll give you guys your orders tomorrow!” He says to the group before walking back to the Hufflepuff table.

“Merlin’s beard was I fucking talking to him about Gas?!” I exclaim.

The next day

I sat quietly in the library rewriting my horrible notes from Potions class when I feel someone tap on my back, I immediately panic when I turn around and find Cedric smiling at me.

“Hey Y/n!” he says before taking a seat next to me. “Hello Cedric” I reply awkwardly, trying to avoid his gaze.

“So what are you doing?” He asks, trying to take a peak at what I’m writing. “Just writing some notes for potions.” I answer.

“Cool.” he says, while fiddling with his tie.

I try to break the silence by speaking up, “Listen, I’m sorry about yesterday with the whole Gas thing..” I state. “Oh it’s alright, it wasn’t really a big deal” he shrugs.

“Yeah, I’m not usually awkward around people. I just get awkward around you cause I am a little intimidated by you, which is not your fault, this is totally a me problem” I continue to ramble “That’s just- I guess how I act when I have a crush on someone-“

he stops me “Wait what?”, he pauses “You have a crush on me?” He smiles.

“My god I have got to start talking less!” I say covering my face with my hands out of embarassment, Cedric only chuckles.

“You’re really cute y’know?” he teases, I only look up at him still embarassed cause of my accidental confession.

“How bout I take you out to The Three Broomsticks this weekend?” he suggests as he takes a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ears. “I’d like that.” I say giving him a sheepish smile.

He smiles at me, “So besides gas, what else do they add smell to?”

A.n: Hey guys, so as you can see my writing skills are still way below average but I’m working on it lol. I made this fic cuz I’m extremely bored and I’ve been in a robert pattinson phase these past few weeks so I figured, why not write about Cedric?

Btw credits to f.r.i.e.n.d.s- season 5: episode 19, which is where I got the whole gas thing idea from, that episode was really funny lol

Honestly I think this is shitty especially the bit with the whole list thing but idk what else to put there so I just did that

Well that’s it, I hope y’all like it!!

A.N number 2: I WROTE THIS MONTHS AGO, BUT I LEFT THIS IN MY DRAFTS CUZ AT THE TIME I THOUGHT IT WAS HORRIBLE AND CRINGE, I STILL THINK IT IS CRINGE NOW BUT WHY NOT POST IT IDK JUST PLS DON’T JUDGE LOL LUV YALL

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I'm so glad other people are having a peeta renaissance and I'm so obsessed with how you write for him !!!!!! Could you do promt #6 with Peeta please ! Maybe with the scene with Johanna in the elevator or maybe something with Katniss during the victor's tour ?? Big love ! ❤️

Omg omg thank you!!!!!!! Ahhhhh! Love this. I hope you enjoy!

Prompt 6: you’re jealous

Jealousy, jealousy.

Peeta Mellark x reader.

A

You entered the lift with Peeta and Haymitch after the parade. Soon after Johanna entered the lift too. She undid her hair and rambled about how boring her costume was and the stupid Capitol.

She then asked Peeta to unzip her.

He glanced at you for a second before obeying. He looked up but you noticed how his eyes wondered.

A bitter feeling spread into your chest. Why couldn’t he seem to keep his eyes off her.

You had the sudden urge to lean onto Peeta and hold onto his arm.

He glanced quickly down at you, and kissed your head. Johanna climbed off the elevator.

“Wow.” Haymitch mouthed.

Peeta’s eyes went wide in an ‘ I know’ sort of way.

You let go of him, no longer liking the thought of holding him. Not right now, not nowthat she was gone.

When you got back to your room you changed out of your dress and climbed into bed.

“So, you love me…right?” You asked as Peeta brushed his teeth. He frowned leaving the brush limp in his foamy mouth and spat out the toothpaste rinsing his palate and toothbrush.

“Of course n/n.” He crawled behind you and held you close in his lap. “You’re everything to me.” He whispered.

You were quiet for a while before speaking up again.

“What did you think about Johanna?” You asked.

“She was alright-“ he shrugged, still holding you.

You scoffed.

“Oh my god! You’re jealous.” Peeta turned you to face him with a smirk.

“I am not!” You denied.

“Oh come on! You’ve been insecure all evening, you had to grab onto me when she was in the elevator, you’ve been asking about her since dinner.” Peeta listed and you sighed.

“It’s just- you looked at her… and you’re supposed to look at me. And I just- I got upset because you don’t act like that when you see me-“ you were cut off by a kiss.

“Peeta!”

“You are so cute when you’re jealous! Did you know that?” He smirked. “I wasn’t looking at her like that n/n. I was looking at the marks on her back, I think the peacekeepers beat her or something. They looked fresh. And I was thinking, she must be crazy, yelling about the Capitol 24/7 and getting undressed in an elevator.” Peeta explained.

You felt a little silly.

“Oh.”

“Even if I was checking her out, which I wasn’t, I wouldn’t ever look at you like that. You are so gorgeous and I respect you so much. I will only ever look at you with love and not like you were some painting I could eye-fuck.”

Tears filled your eyes. “I just get scared because I don’t look like her. I don’t look like the pretty girls in the Capitol.” Insecurities washed over you. “I don’t want you to be disappointed that you were stuck with me.” Tears ran down your cheeks.

Peeta kissed you on your cheek and wiped away the tears. He stroked hair out of your face. “You don’t look like them… you’re right. You’re more beautiful than all of them. I don’t want the over the top girls in the Capitol or the extremely over the top Johanna.”

You watched him with such love. You had just accused him of checking out some other girl and here he was making you feel better. He wasn’t even angry. He was perfect.

“I mean, have you seen Effie? I don’t think I could handle that much glitter. You know?” He rambled and you giggled.

“I want you n/n…I love you. I could never be disappointed about just you.”

You smiled and held each other tighter until you were almost asleep. You felt Peeta’s stomach moving? Was he laughing?

You heard laughed finally erupt and you leaned back, trying to figure out what was so funny.

“What is so funny.” You were smiling just off of his expression.

“I love you so much you know that.” He laughed. “Remember the day we first spoke back in 12. You asked me to go out with you, which I thought was really brave because you were normally so quiet.” He rambled.

“Then you told me that you’d been outside for about an hour contemplating before you came into the bakery. Well, I had no idea you got so jealous over me…it’s flattering.” He laughed again.

“What!?” You sat up in confusion.

“N/n you 100% saw that red head from school go in before you and watched her flirt with me. That’s why you asked me out. I should thank her really.” He smiled and you gasped and then buried your head in his chest, a bright shade of pink.

It was true. You had liked him for ages. She couldn’t steal him from you.

“I should start kissing you whenever you and Finnick talk.” Peeta tickled your sides and you laughed despite your embarrassment. “I mean, he’s a good looking guy, should I be worried.” Peeta smiled at you and you returned the gesture.

“Yeah you should be.” You tried not to laugh.

Peeta fake gasped and pushed you onto your back, the spongy bed bouncing under you.

“I’m sorry, have you seen his abs…” you fanned yourself. “I don’t make the rules babe.” You smiled.

“Is that so?” Peeta held your knees that were the only barrier between him and the rest of your body.

“Have you seen these abs?” He lifted up his t-shirt revealing his abs. You could look at him all day. He was perfect.

He pulled you closer by your feet and straddled you. Moving for a passionate kiss, and moving down your neck finding your sweet spot. When he sat up straight again you were left in a love sick haze.

“Bet Finnick can’t do that.” Peeta was out of breath after the heated kisses, the only reason he stopped was for air.

You shrugged playfully. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Look who’s jealous!” You smiled. You quickly hooked your ankles and flipped him over to be on top.

“I’m-I’m not jealous.” Peeta was right, he looked at you with only love.

You kissed him now, leaving him a love sick mess. Scruffy hair and all.

“Come on bread boy, let’s get some sleep.” You climbed under the covers and he quickly followed letting you use his now bare chest as a pillow.

“You have better abs.” You whispered and you could almost hear him smirk.

Requests are open please send them in

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okay this request might be a little specific and long to get it out of my mind because I have major baby fever right now too but what about spending the holidays w/ peter and reader is pregnant but peter doesn’t know but the symptoms are so bad with motion sickness and no drinking and it’s obvious that the ladies in the family suspect and privately tell her it’s surely that bc also they can see it “in the face” but to peter he thinks he’s done something wrong🥺 and she’s acting weird but reader is just nervous

Your Well-Kept(?) Secret

--genre + trope: FLUFF, pregnancy reveal

--pairing: husband!tasm!peter parker x pregnant!wife!reader

--word count: 1.1k

--warnings: language, FLUFF OMG, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of alcohol, mentions of nausea, a bit of anxiety, reader is so anxious and nervous, peter is smitten by his wife.

You cover your mouth to muffle a strange mix of a laugh and cry in your cramped bathroom as you look down at the two lines on the pregnancy test, slowly growing darker. Placing the stick down on the cool counter, you run your hands through your hair. You’ve been feeling off for a few weeks, prompting you to run to the drug store and grab a test. 

Emotions were running high. You should be getting ready for Aunt May’s annual holiday party, but instead, you’re looking at yourself, or rather your belly, in the mirror. You weren’t sure what to feel, but you knew you were nervous. Fuck, what is Pete going to think? Of course, he loved you; without a doubt he did, but kids? The topic of kids was always a conversation for later, but now that it’s here, it scared you to death. 

Looking down at your phone, you check the time, quickly putting your emotions, and the test, aside. 

You and Peter have made it out the door, only a few minutes late. With one of his hands holding yours, and the other carrying a bottle of wine, Peter keeps you close. Walking to the subway gave you time to think. Thinking of both the good and the bad made your head swirl with anxiety. What if Pete gets mad? Can we even afford a kid right now? How far along am I? What would their name be? A soft, but tight squeeze pulls you out of your thoughts. Looking up at your husband, you give him a polite smile, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, “you’re just a little quiet today. Are you feeling alright bug?”

His constant worry for you makes you squeeze his hand in return, “Yeah, I’m okay, just a little tired.” He nods, accepting your answer for now. He always knew when something was off when it came to you, and this time was no exception. 

After a quick ride, and a few blocks later, you make it to Aunt May’s, her street filled with a row of parked cars on each side. “Wow, May invited a lot of people this year. I wonder if she invited the Blake’s across the street, their charcuterie board was so good last year,” Peter looks at you as he quips. 

You nod, bringing your hand up farther onto Peter’s arm to pull him closer, a sudden rush of nausea washing over your senses. 

Peter takes note of this, furrowing his eyebrows in concern while he reaches out to press the doorbell. Aunt May opens the door, her eyes lighting up when she sees the two of you, “You guys made it! Come in, come in. Oh, you look so pretty (Y/N)! The Blakes are here with their charcuterie board again, they’ve somehow found a way to double the size; but hey, I’m not complaining.”

May was clearly running around before greeting you guys, her rambling giving it away. You giggle at her excitement, you knew that she loved hosting, especially when you and Peter were able to visit. 

After making your rounds, you follow Peter into the kitchen, the alcohol coming into view. He grabs a beer for himself and starts to uncork the wine he brought to pour for you. Bringing a hand up to land on his arm, you stop him, “I don’t feel like drinking tonight, baby.”

He looks at you and puts the bottle down, “Okay. Can I get you anything else, bug?”

“Just water is good for me, thank you,” you smile at him as he turns around and walks away to get water. 

You sigh as you see his back walk away from you, you’re not sure how much longer you can keep up this act. The thought of keeping this from your husband adds to your nausea, but keeping it together is at the forefront of your mind. Looking down, you take a breath, only looking back up when you see one of May’s friends from work standing in front of you. You’re slightly shocked by her appearance, “Hi Miriam, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“(Y/N), it is so good to see you. I’ve been good, well, as good as a nurse during the holiday season can be,” she laughs, leaning in close, “I’ve just been meaning to ask if you’ve been feeling alright?”

You freeze in place, “Yeah, I’m just a little tired today, but nothing to worry about.”

“Good, good…You haven’t been feeling nauseous or anything like that?” a teasing tone lacing through her words. 

Silence. You can’t even respond. You’re baffled, “Is it really that obvious?”

A warm smile appears on her features as she rubs a hand up and down your arm, “Oh, honey…You’re surrounded by women who work in a hospital, we could see it in your face.”

You feel your cheeks warm at her confession, “Miriam, I’m so nervous. Peter doesn’t know yet.”

“You shouldn’t be a sweetheart. He is in love with you, has been for forever, even before you two were even dating,” she laughs, “you know Peter. And you know who he is, would he ever be upset at you for something like this?”

This may be what you need. Reassurance that came from someone else was always more believable than when it came from yourself. God! You feel so stupid for thinking that Peter would be mad at you for this. Looking at the older woman, you smile and shake your head.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter walking back with a water bottle in his hand, “Sorry bug, I got held up by one of May’s cousins. Apparently, he was there when I was born, and he just had to tell me all about it–Oh hey Miriam!”

After a few short minutes of small talk between the two, she walks away, not before winking at you as she turns her head.

 “Hey, we’re alright,” Peter’s voice, low and filled with worry, lingers throughout the air, “right?”

Bringing a hand up to his cheek, you copy the movement he displayed on your hand from earlier, “Yeah, we’re okay. I love you so so much, Pete.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

Placing the softest peck on his lips, you grab his hand, “C’mon, I saw May bring out raspberry thumbprints, and I need to snag some before everyone else can get to them.”

Your worries were at ease; that was the least you could ask for on this day, surrounded by friends, family, and most of all your husband. Your loving, caring, obnoxiously kind husband. You’ll tell him later, but today is all about each other, and the Blake’s charcuterie board. 

--author's note: LISTEN I KNOW PREGNANT PEOPLE CANNOT EAT LIKE ANYTHING ON A CHARCUTERIE BOARD, BUT LETS JUST CHILL AND GO WITH IT PLEASE!!! nonnie, this request is so sweet i'm going to have a cavity. i love writing domestic peter who loves his wife, because i'm so down bad for him. my asks/inbox is open guyssss, so send in more delicious things like this!!! support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging pretty please!! ok, bye ily!!! <333

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KATE BISHOP x READER

Maybe your heart isn’t made of plastic

Summary: Y/N always considered high school an hellhole where you need to fight everyday to survive, especially when Kate Bishop ruled over everything and everyone adored her. Everyone except her. She hated her. So she just tried to lay low and mind her own business, but when a new student arrive at their school, madness follows.

After a revenge plan, everything falling apart and just overall chaos, Y/N hooked up with none other than Kate Bishop. And it just kept happening. The two started hooking up wherever they had the chance and old feelings start to resurface. But would things work out or they would fall apart eventually?

[I got inspired after watching the new Mean Girls movie and after writing a too long oneshot about an original story with Kate, so I decided to create a book.]

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A/N: HELLO PEOPLE! Look who's back in so early?!

Did you like the first chapter?

Alright, buckle up and get ready for this new chapter, a lot of interesting things will happen.

As always let me know what you guys think!

Sending you so much love ❤️

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Chapter 2

A week passed by and Y/N was still trying to wrap her head around what happened with Kate at the Spring Fling. The black haired girl sort of apologized, touched her purposefully, complimented her and danced, a few times provocatively, with her. She spent the first few days thinking she probably got so drunk she dreamed it all after passing out in the school’s gym, especially because her and Kate went back to not talking and ignoring each other in school. But when Bucky showed her the pictures he took of her sitting on Kate’s lap and asked what was all that about, she realized that it indeed happened and that she wasn’t enough drunk that night, because now all she could think about was how warm Kate was and how good it felt being in her arms again. "Earth to Y/N."

Y/N blinked a few times to focus her attention back on her friends, staring at her, sat at their table during lunch and blushed furiously when she caught herself being lost in her mind, thinking about Kate again, "hm?"

"Wanda is throwing a party tonight. And we are invited!" Bucky clapped his hands enthusiastically and bumped his shoulder with Wanda, who giggled happily at his enthusiasm, but Y/N just stared at them lost after stabbing some of her salad.

"What?"

"Wow, keep it in your pants Y/N/N. You’re showing too much enthusiasm." Bucky joked and threw a napkin at his best friend, making Y/N roll her eyes and flip him off.

"My parents are going out town and they surprisingly allowed me to throw a party. As long as my house doesn’t explode." Wanda explained further to Y/N and furrowed her eyebrows pensively at her last words, making Y/N and Bucky cackle at her words.

"Wow, that’s great!"

"I know! We are gonna get ready at Wanda’s house and then-." Y/N stopped listening to Bucky rambling about clothes as she always do and for a moment let her gaze linger on Kate talking to her friends at their table, but moved her eyes away quickly to not be caught staring and opted on letting her mind wander again, remembering the extremely good sensation of having Kate’s arms around her as she hugged her. Fuck Y/N, your thoughts are starting to become too gay, even for you. Y/N chuckled at her own brain calling her out and stabbed another forkful of salad, chewing on it happily and kept pretending she was still listening closely to Bucky, but this time she forced her mind to not think about Kate Bishop again.

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"Holy shit, what are they doing here?" Bucky run up to Y/N so fast that he bumped hard into her shoulder, making her groan out in pain and almost spill her drink on herself.

"Watch where you’re going, you jerk." Bucky rolled his eyes as he watched Y/N smooth out her shirt before grabbing her chin to turn her head up and make her look at the plastics entering Wanda’s house. "Oh no, what are they doing here?"

Bucky rolled his eyes at Y/N as he moved his hand away from Y/N’s face and crossed his arms, "that’s what I said, bitch." The two best friends flipped each other off with fond, exasperated rolls of their eyes while Wanda stared in panic at the trio walking into her living room.

"What do I do? Should I say hi?" Wanda asked anxiously, not ready to face the plastics again, despite they all apologized and made up at the Spring Fling. Bucky made the decision for her by pushing her towards them and making her almost knock into Natasha as the three girls advanced towards them.

"You’re mean, you know that?" Y/N asked with a low chuckle to Bucky, who merely shrugged and walked away to mingle like nothing happened, making Y/N shook her head with a small smile and walk to the opposite side to grab another drink in Wanda’s kitchen.

-

"Hey Wan!" Y/N yelled over the loud music into Wanda’s ear to make her hear her.

"Y/N/N, what’s up?!" Y/N watched with a fond grin Wanda smile brightly at her and she knew she was slightly tipsy, but she let her be.

"Do you have somewhere I can go to- get away from this chaos for a bit?" Y/N asked shyly at the girl while wringing her hands softly, but the girl just kept smiling at her as she looked at her in understanding.

"Of course Y/N/N. Here, this is my room key. Second door on the right upstairs." Wanda offered the key to Y/N and Y/N hugged her friend briefly.

"Thank you Wan. I’ll see you in a bit." Y/N smiled gratefully at the redhead once more before starting her way towards her room, dodging people dancing. She needed to get away from all of this for a while. Sometimes parties like this overwhelmed Y/N, especially because she always let her friends mingle while she stayed in the corner observing everyone. She would also socialize a bit and dance with her friends, but she wasn’t always in the mood and now seemed like it.

"Hey! Watch your fucking step, you stupid bitch." Y/N heard a familiar tone reaching her ears when she bumped into someone after waving past a couple making out heavily near the stairs.

"Here it is. Still a bitch, like always." Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes when she turned around and met a pair of ocean blue eyes, "of course- it was too good to know Kate fucking Bishop changed. Always the same old shit." Y/N didn’t even bother to apologize to Kate as she scoffed at her once more when she sent her a withering glare and then walked away from her, moving up the stairs to go to Wanda’s bedroom, dodging a few more horny teenagers making out with a disgusted face on her way there. As soon as she arrived in front of Wanda’s door, she used the key Wanda gave her to unlock it and walked inside, sighing contentedly. She only realized someone followed her when she felt a hand lay on her shoulder blades and push her harshly into the room before she could turn around and close the door and slammed the door closed a second later instead. "What the fuck?"

"I wasn’t done talking." Kate exclaimed in a bitchy tone and crossed her arms, blocking the way for Y/N when she tried to walk out of the room and away from her.

"Well, I was. So, fuck off." Y/N sneered through gritted teeth and stared angrily at Kate, who just scoffed at her.

"You’re insufferable, you know that?" Kate took a step forward, but Y/N wasn’t scared of her unlike everyone else in their school, so she stayed put in her spot, with her arms crossed and a defiant smile on her lips, knowing it irritated the black haired girl to no end.

"I’m the insufferable one? God Kate, I can’t even with you."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you are fucking crazy. A few weeks ago you were so high you apologized to me for treating me like shit and were all over me and now you treat me like shit, again. Make up your damn mind."

"You deserved it. You stomped on my shoes." Kate countered back childishly, arching an eyebrow up and staring back at Y/N resolutely, moving a step forward to stand a few feet from her.

"IT WAS A FUCKING ACCIDENT!"

"Sure it was." Kate scoffed with a roll of her eyes and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at her words, "you are trying to catch my attention since the Spring Fling." Kate lifted her right eyebrow up defiantly and stared intently into Y/N’s eyes, who sighed out in annoyance, already exasperated with this conversation.

"Jesus, Kate. Not everybody wants your attention." Y/N stated with an irritated tone, taking a small step forward and staring up at Kate angrily, who just put that annoying, smug smile on her lips.

"That’s not true. You want my attention just like everybody else. I noticed you staring at me during lunch these past weeks." Kate arched her right eyebrow up defiantly and smiled triumphantly when she watched Y/N’s face fall for just a moment before she resumed her hard stare, already gloating for winning their argument, like she always does.

"That’s not true." Y/N countered back unconvincingly, slapping her forehead inwardly at her wavering tone.

"Oh it is. I can feel your eyes on me, all the time. It’s like you’re still obsessed with me." Kate pushed her hair back with a quick tilt of her head and smirked proudly at Y/N, who was now fuming with rage at her accusations.

"How dare you?! I was never obsessed with you. And I never will. You plastics think we are all in love with you, something that is so far away from the truth!"

Kate listened to Y/N ramble with a lost expression on her face as her eyes lost focus and fell on Y/N’s lips moving and instinctively licked her own longingly. After a few moments, without properly thinking, her mouth opened on its own and she spoke before she could stop herself, interrupting Y/N altogether. "Fuck, you look so hot when you’re mad."

"And you- wait what?" Y/N trailed off and stared at Kate for a few seconds with a confused frown on her face as her mind caught up on what Kate just said. Her confusion expression immediately switched into a shocked one when the black haired girl didn’t add another word and leaned forward to crash their lips together hungrily. "Oh- hm-." Y/N mumbled on Kate’s lips in surprise as they devoured her own greedily, her mind and body reeling on what the hell was taking place for just a second, before she finally realized. Kate Bishop was kissing her. That thought alone instantly kickstarted her brain into functioning again and she kissed Kate back just as hungrily, pushing the butterflies running around her stomach aside and focusing on Kate’s mouth instead. Kate was relentless and eager as her lips moved over Y/N’s ones fervently while her hands fisted in Y/N’s hair and pulled on her scalp hard to make her moan into the kiss so she could slip her tongue in without her permission and lick every angle of Y/N’s mouth she could reach. She swallowed another moan when she started sucking on Y/N’s tongue hungrily and hummed delighted into the kiss. But Y/N, the stubborn girl that she was, didn’t let the black haired girl take charge of the kiss so easily, so she bit down on Kate’s bottom lip harshly when Kate turned her head to the other side to change their kiss angle and started sucking on her tongue greedily instead, her hands gripping Kate’s waist harder to push her more into her body. She felt powerful when Kate melted into the kiss and moaned pitifully at her tongue when it slid over hers and forced its way into her mouth to lick it thoroughly. Her hands gripped Kate’s hips tighter when she changed the angle of the kiss and Kate whimpered again into her mouth. A thud on the door made the two girls jump apart abruptly and both cursed at whoever bumped into the door while staring hungrily at one another and panting heavily to regain some needed breath in their burning lungs. Their eyes glinted with desire and lust they both were sure they had never felt for someone before and their hands grasped at one another firmly in fear the world would collapse if they let go of the other. And they just stayed there. For what felt like was hours, but were just an handful of seconds. After blinking at one another when they fell back down on earth, the two girls leaned forward again to kiss just as hungrily and this time it was Y/N’s tongue that slid past Kate’s slightly parted lips without permission and licked every nook and cranny of her mouth, while her hands deliberately slid down from her hips and gripped her ass hard, squeezing the firm flesh into her hands and triggering a guttural moan from Kate as she bucked her ass into Y/N’s hands.

"Hm- fuck- lock the door." Kate murmured sultrily between kisses and bit down on Y/N’s bottom lip before whining loudly onto her mouth when Y/N squeezed her ass once more and grunted needily as she surged forward for another intense kiss.

"W-why?" Y/N let out in a whimper when Kate pulled on her scalp hard to make her head lean back and attack her neck with open-mouthed kisses.

Kate took her time on Y/N’s neck as she licked, kissed and bit on her skin lustfully then let another groan escape her throat when Y/N gripped her ass hard to grab her attention and pulled away from her luscious skin to look into Y/N’s eyes hard. "Because I want you so fucking bad and I don’t want anyone to interrupt us."

"Oh shit-fuck- okay." Y/N leaned forward again and bit down on Kate’s bottom lip sharply to draw out another moan from Kate and take the opportunity of her parted lips to sneak her tongue back in her mouth while using her hands on her ass to push her up and make her wrap her legs around her waist, so she could walk towards the door without stopping their kisses.

"Hm, I like this feisty side of you." Kate moaned between kisses and started grinding her clothed, aching core onto Y/N’s covered abdomen teasingly and smiled wickedly when she felt the girl stumble a bit in her steps at her gesture. Y/N grunted and tried to regain focus quickly as she walked towards the door and slammed Kate onto it hard, making the girl let out an obscene whine at the show of strength and buck her hips again on her abs. "Hurry up already."

"Shut up." Y/N gritted through her teeth harshly, leaning her body onto Kate and make her lean securely on the door to prevent her to drop on the floor and moving one of her hands still glued onto Kate’s ass into her left pocket to grab the key she stashed in it, fumbling a bit to slid it into the lock when Kate started leaving open-mouthed kisses on her neck and nibbling on her pulse point from time to time. Y/N grunted out lowly and closed her eyes to ground herself at the pleasure pumping fast in her veins and took a deep breath to gain enough self-control to finally slid the key in the lock and lock the door.

"Fucking finally!" Kate murmured bitchily when she heard the sound of the door locking and grasped Y/N’s jaw to clash her lips onto Y/N’s ones again and initiate another deep kiss full of tongue.

"You’re starting to irritate me, Bishop." Y/N grumbled when they necessarily had to part to take some needed breath, but her mouth, having a mind of its own now, started a journey down Kate’s perfect jaw, nibbling her skin there slightly before sliding on her luscious neck and leaving hard kisses there as she palmed her ass eagerly, reveling in the loud moans spilling out of Kate’s mouth. She smirked proudly when she triggered another lewd moan from Kate when she rubbed her abs hard between Kate’s opened legs and bit down on her clavicle before licking the skin there to soothe out the slight sting.

"Not as much as you annoy me, Y/L/N."

"I won’t be a bitch if I were you." Y/N challenged Kate after pulling away from her neck and leaned slightly back from Kate to stare at her with a defiant look in her now dark Y/E/C eyes and a blunt smirk on her kiss-swollen lips, knowing it irritated Kate to no end and she confirmed it when Kate gripped her scalp and scoffed indignantly at her.

"I can do whatever I fucking want."

"Hm, I don’t think that can work. You see- if you keep being a bitch to me, I won’t keep doing this anymore."

"Do what-OH FUCK!" Kate let out the loudest moan so far when Y/N, without notice, sneaked her hand between their bodies, slipped it under Kate’s jeans and cupped Kate’s clothed center, finding her underwear already drenched.

"What was that, hm?" Y/N looked at Kate with a proud, bitchy smirk on her lips while her fingers moved up and down her entrance in a teasing manner, sliding them from the base of her lips to her clit, applying a light-feather touch on it, before sliding them down and repeating the movements. Y/N reveled in Kate’s face contorting in pleasure and buck her hips into her hand as she moaned lowly from time to time, her eyes committing to mind all Kate’s perfect features in her most vulnerable state.

"I said- oh- that if you don’t fuck me already I will fuck myself in front of you."

"An appealing scenario, for sure. But that won’t happen. I prefer you under me begging me to make you come." Y/N growled lowly onto Kate’s lips before reluctantly moving her hand out of Kate’s pants and placing it back on her butt to grip Kate securely in her arms and walk them away from the door and towards the bed instead, throwing Kate onto it unceremoniously a few seconds later. She didn’t give her a second to adjust on the mattress as she just crawled onto her and kissed her soundly again, their tongues sliding over each other languidly right away while her hands grasped at each other needily.

"I will never beg. Especially for you." Kate countered back between kisses, moaning pitifully into Y/N’s mouth when Y/N bit on her bottom lip harshly and ground her abdomen once again on her clothed crotch.

"We’ll see about that." Y/N murmured so sure of herself before rejoining their mouths together again, her tongue sliding out of her mouth and into Kate’s one right away as she slotted her right knee between Kate’s thighs and pushed hard onto her core, making the girl moan loudly at the yearned stimulation and buck her hips up to gain some more friction.

"Get this off." Kate whined when she struggled to take Y/N’s shirt off of her and made Y/N chuckle lowly at her eagerness but obliged anyway, lifting her shirt up skillfully and sinking back into Kate, touching their lips again. "Your bra too."

"Don’t boss me around. I’m not your pet." Y/N stated harshly after a few moments of kissing hungrily but took her bra off anyway as she stared angrily at Kate. Kate merely smirked up at her and shrugged but before she could come up with a witty remark, Y/N slid her hand back into Kate’s pants and pressed hard on her clit, making the girl shudder visibly as her hips pushed up into Y/N’s hand instead and her mouth opened to emit a guttural moan. "That’s it. Shut up or I’m not making you come." Kate closed her eyes and whined lowly at the wonderful stimulation, not acknowledging Y/N’s words as she arched her back and grounded her hips onto Y/N’s hand rhythmically. "Now, let’s get you naked."

The two of them worked to get Kate out of her clothes as quickly as they could, Y/N working on taking her jeans off while Kate focused on blouse, then with a quick, skilled motion Y/N unclasped Kate’s bra and threw it on the floor, then discarding her panties as fast too. When she turned back around she took a moment to admire Kate’s beauty, her eyes skidding all over her naked skin, triggering goosebumps at her hungry stare before sinking her teeth onto her bottom lip when her eyes focused on Kate’s dripping core screaming at her to do something. She then moved her eyes back up on Kate’s round, firm boobs and licked her lips hungrily when her erected nipples stared back at her but before she could lean down and finally taste Kate’s tits, Kate laid her hand on Y/N’s chest and stopped her, pushing her up again. "Sit up." Kate put an authoritative tone on, one that Y/N knew she couldn’t do anything other than obey to it or it would mean trouble, so she did as Kate asked and waited for the black haired girl to speak again, watching as she sat up too and stared at her intently with her dark blue eyes. "Stand in front of the bed." Kate waited patiently for Y/N to move from her straddling position, watching as she did a moment later and stopped at the foot of the bed and as she moved towards her, Kate took her time to admire Y/N’s boobs and then her abs, before finally joining Y/N and leaning her hands forward right away to get rid of Y/N’s pants, popping the button open and slowly pulling the zipper down, all the while never moving her eyes from Y/N’s ones. "I guess I’m not the only one ready to be fucked here." Kate chuckled smugly when, after throwing Y/N’s pants and making them join her clothes on the floor, she focused her eyes on Y/N’s grey panties and noticed a dark patch on them.

"You can fuck me later. I want to fuck you first."

"Hm." Kate bit down on her bottom lip and hooked her fingers into Y/N’s panties to slid them slowly down her legs, meanwhile leaving open-mouthed kisses on Y/N’s lower abdomen, feeling the muscles there contract under her lips and filling her with pride at the power she had over Y/N. As her hands pushed the panties down Y/N’s thighs, Kate’s mouth moved down too, stopping right above Y/N’s clit and smirking inwardly at the loud gasp Y/N emitted when she started sucking hard on Y/N’s skin to tease her. Her body got wrecked by hard shivers at the groan that left Y/N’s throat while her hands combed into her hair to push her more onto her now exposed center and bit down on her skin harshly before flattening her tongue there to soothe the pleasurable sting. "Cute. Now you have something that will remind you of me." Kate winked mischievously up at Y/N after she pulled away and admired her piece of work, making Y/N do the same in the process, and both their eyes took in the big hickey she left on Y/N’s exposed center. Right after, Kate slipped Y/N’s panties down her calves and helped her step out of them, leaving both of them completely naked. Finally.

"Hm." Y/N hummed as she looked down at the hickey once more, then focused her gaze onto Kate’s irritating, gloating smirk and immediately crawled back on her, straddling her thighs and kissing her fervently, her hands combing into her perfect black tresses to push her more into the kiss. "Oh, fuck." Y/N wailed when Kate’s hands palmed her ass and glued their bodies together, both shivering at their nipples sliding over each other.

"Yeah, fuck me." Kate murmured lowly into the kiss after squeezing Y/N’s cheeks hard once more, need pumping fast into her veins when Y/N involuntarily pushed her hips down to seek some friction.

"Okay, lay down."

"Don’t tell me what to do or-." Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed on Kate’s shoulder hard, making her fall onto the mattress with a soft thud and shutting her up in the process, before wrapping her lips on her left nipple as her hand laid on her toned stomach for stability. She grunted onto Kate’s chest in delight at the wonderful sensation of suckling Kate’s nipple and smirked onto her boob when Kate arched her back to push her chest more into her mouth while her hands slid into her hair to massage her scalp.

"Shut up and let me fuck you." Kate then surprisingly stayed quiet and meekly let Y/N help her move herself up the bed until her head laid comfortably on a pillow. A moment later Kate let out moans of pure ecstasy when Y/N resumed her ministrations on her chest, wrapping her lips on her other, neglected nipple and suckling eagerly on it. Y/N took her time to taste Kate’s boobs thoroughly, switching from one nipple to another and alternating between kissing, licking and sucking while shivers covered her body at Kate’s wonderful moans and her fingers gripping her scalp hard. When she was satisfied enough she had worshipped Kate’s chest properly, she moved her lips around them, peppering kisses and small nibbles all around Kate’s soft breasts and groaning at the extremely soft, but also firm flesh under her teeth. As Kate’s whines increased in volume and her hips bucked up to chase down some stimulation, Y/N got impatient. She needed to fuck Kate. So, as she kept sucking on Kate’s left boob, her hand slid down from Kate’s abdomen to her center quickly and immediately circled her clit to tease her, shivering visibly at the guttural moan that left Kate’s throat at the yearned touch.

"Fuck! Yes!" Kate moaned loudly and slammed her head back onto the pillow while her left hand wandered down and gripped Y/N’s left buttcheek hard as the other splayed on her back to pull her closer. Y/N shivered visibly with pure need at Kate’s response from just slight stimulation and slid two fingers into her right away, setting an already quick pace, wanting to have the girl trembling under her and screaming her name as quickly as humanly possible. She let out a softly moan on Kate’s neck when she felt her fingers slide in and out of Kate with easiness and reveled in the sensation of having her walls clench down on her digits eagerly as squelching sounds filled the room and mixed with Kate’s obscene moans. "Oh this feels so good." Y/N was glad the music was blasting loudly into the house because Kate was being extremely loud too, something that turned Y/N on to no end and made her slam her fingers in and out of her relentlessly with precise, hard strokes and an unfaltering pace that slowly drove Kate crazy. Y/N’s lips found Kate’s left nipple again and suckled on it with hunger, letting another whimper escape her visibly Kate arched her back to push her breast more into her mouth and when she slammed her fingers particularly hard into her she felt the lewd moan Kate let out reverberate through her ribcage and onto her lips. She felt her own wetness increase copiously at how hot Kate was and how deliciously she took her fingers but she didn’t let her arousal cloud her brain and, despite her center was pulsating needily for some attention, she sped up her movements a slight bit. She then focused on leaving an hickey too, like Kate did with her, and marked her left boob. She pulled her head away to admire her work while adding her thumb unexpectedly and pushing it hard onto Kate’s clit to increase her pleasure, smirking widely when she felt her hips match her pace sloppily. She was close. Y/N then laid on top of Kate comfortably and joined their lips in a kiss full of tongue and shuddered visibly. Y/N swore she had never felt so intoxicated in her life like she was in that moment as her senses filled with everything Kate. Their sweaty bodies entwined perfectly, the bed squeaking softly and the headboard bumping lightly into the wall, mixing with the muffled music and Kate’s lascivious moans that filled Y/N’s ears heavenly. She felt like she was floating and she was loving every moment of it. She came down to earth when Kate bucked her hips up again to meet her particular hard thrust and for a moment she let her eyes take Kate’s face contorting in pleasure and instinctively moved her fingers in and out of her as quick and hard as she could and tried to push them even deeper, watching in delight when another lascivious groan left Kate’s lips and her face broke in an extremely hot frown.

“Oh.” She let out a whimper too as she got flooded by a primal need to make Kate come and added a third finger in her and slammed it back into Kate’s center hard, keeping up with her unrelenting pace. She moaned pitifully under her breath when Kate thrashed her body around in bed in pleasure and moaned Y/N’s name loudly and her eyes got lost in staring transfixed at the black haired girl.

"FUCK- Y/N!" Y/N’s dumb, awed expression broke into a smile when she felt the girl’s body stilling as her orgasm crashed over her and flowed freely out of her center and onto her fingers, and she slipped her left nipple back into her mouth as she slowed her movements gradually to a stop into Kate’s core to help her ride out her orgasm. She hummed contentedly on Kate’s chest as she lapped up at her still erected nipple for a few moments before peppering kisses all over her chest then up her neck and jaw and then wrapping her lips around Kate’s ones and kissing her deeply, stopping her fingers completely only when she felt the girl slump back on the bed with a satisfied whine that she promptly swallowed. They pulled away a few moments later from their intense kiss and Y/N took in Kate’s disheveled state with a proud smirk, watching as she breathed heavily as her eyes, still a bit unfocused, stared back at her.

"How was it?"

"Fucking good. Now, on your back. I want to fuck you so bad."

"Don’t-." Y/N didn’t have time to counter back angrily at the black haired girl before she found herself being rolled onto her back quickly with Kate immediately moving on top of her, sliding her core over hers and starting rotating her hips slowly, making their wetness mix and their clits bump deliciously. "Oh fuck Kate."

"That’s it- use that pretty mouth of yours to moan my name instead of talking."

"Why don’t you use your irritating mouth to fucking do something instead of-SHIT!" Y/N screamed out in ecstasy while her eyes slammed shut and her head fell back onto the pillow when Kate smirked at her as she talked and quickly slid down her body, latching her mouth on her center and immediately licking her entrance teasingly, effectively cutting her off.

"Like this?" Kate’s words reverberated into Y/N’s center and sent shock waves down Y/N’s spine, causing her hips to buck up in need as silently asked Kate to do something. And she did. With a smug smirk still present on her lips, she slammed two fingers into Y/N’s core while wrapping her lips around her clit and suckling on it harshly, setting a merciless pace into her core right away, not wanting to waste time so she could feel Y/N come undone under her. Y/N thrashed her body around as Kate pushed her fingers in and out of her with quick and precise movements, feeling powerful as she felt the girl’s walls squeezing her fingers hard as lascivious moans spilled out of her mouth. But she still felt like it wasn’t enough, so she slammed another finger in without notice and grazed her teeth gently over Y/N’s pulsating clit, using her left, free hand to push Y/N’s hips down when they bucked up haphazardly at her ministrations. Y/N would have cursed herself at how quickly her orgasm was approaching, especially because it was Kate that was building it within her, someone she would’ve never thought she would’ve slept with, but she didn’t care in that moment. She could only care about moaning out Kate’s name loudly instead as the only thing she could think about was how fucking hot the girl looked between her legs, black hair always so perfectly styled now completely messed up and her piercing blue eyes staring back at her intently as she sucked on her clit and pushed her fingers into her in a surprisingly skillful manner.

"Fuck- KATE OH SHIT!" Kate smirked proudly onto Y/N’s clit when after a particular hard thrust she felt Y/N’s hips restrain under her hand as her back arched in pleasure. She knew Y/N was close, so she doubled her efforts and suckled on Y/N’s clit hard, thrusting her digits deeper and curling them after each time she slammed them back in, basking in the moans spilling out of Y/N’s mouth.

“Hm.” Kate hummed lowly onto Y/N’s core and smirked when Y/N shuddered visibly and bucked her hips up again. She then let out a raspy moan when Y/N gripped her scalp hard and pushed her face more into her core, so she plunged her fingers harshly into Y/N’s core and Y/N came with Kate’s name falling out of her mouth. Embarrassingly loud. And quick. Too quick for Y/N’s likings. But Kate seemed to enjoy it as she lapped up at Y/N’s come happily and moaned at her wonderful taste.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Here ye, hear ye! I do declare I headcanon

Hobie ALWAYS smells good asf

Without exception.

It's something you can always notice, because every day he smells slightly different. But always good.

It's on purpose.

I mean, look at all his accessories and clothes - he probably has a nightstand piled high with spiked bracelets and studded chokers and silver rings. And right next to his accessories - is his cologne collection.

Some bottles are older, half filled bottles of vintage finds he loves. Others are newer, fancier - ones knicked from high end shops. If he smells it, and likes it, he takes it.

His favorite are the woody, smoky, spiced smells. Like sandalwood or cognac. Things that smell like shag carpets and roaring fireplaces.

Sometimes he may be in the mood for something a bit sweeter, so sometimes he'll of dark chocolate, or maple syrup, or chai.

The most common ones are surprisingly fruity.

Hobie often smells of cherries. Dark, deep maroon cherries, the kind with sweet dark juice. Others, on more playful days - green apple, a little bit tart but still fresh.

I Hc he likes candy too, and is constantly popping jolly ranchers. Sometimes you can hear it when he's eating one, the quiet clacking of it - and the faint scent of blue raspberry, or super sweet watermelon.

When it comes to Spider Senses, I like to think Hobie is a sensory seeker.

He likes loud music and big speakers and heavy, layered clothes. He's likes strong sounds and scents, bright colors, and interesting textures. And cologne is one of his favorite parts of an outfit -

Cause he does consider it just that - apart of the outfit. Don't let Mr.'Cool This Whole Time' fool you - he thinks about outfits. Hobie really enjoys putting them together.

He's actually into fashion - just not in the industrial consumerist way most assume. But he still loves matching pieces, making them, putting together fits. And he never leaves the house without some fragrance.

It REALLY adds to the appeal.

Diane's trying to talk to him about work when they first meet and she's already nervous

and then she's can't help but notice and be like 'oh- WOW, you smell good. Heh. wOW. Sorry. Sorry. I just did not expect you to smell like cherry blossoms-'

'....thanks-'

'oh goodness, wait a minute, that's not it. I - I don't even think I could place that scent-'

She's standing there in the middle of the hall smelling Hobie - train of thought derailed the tracks and rolling down a mountainside, Miguel's work forgotten

Hobie goes 'its jasmine, really. Jasmine and saffron'

Diane's like 'JASMINE AND SAFFRON??? Boy. whatchu know about some Jasmine Saffron!'

Cause how dare he. How dare he be that fine. It's not okay. How can she live her life in these conditions?

She goes to tell Margo like 'Girl!! Did you know Hobie wears cologne?!' and Margo is like

'... Sis I'm not even physically here what makes you think I can smell'

Even Miguel notices after a while.

It's a group meeting, and he's lost in thought as he rambles off another plan, pacing back and forth.

He stops suddenly when something comes to mind.

'Who's that? Whereas that smell coming from? It smells like Horchata in here. Who was drinking Horchata??'

Cause if someone was drinking Horchata he wants some. Undebatable.

Half the room is like what the hell is Horchata???

Miguel's like 'it's cinnamon and rice and vanilla - it's a Mexican drink, alright. WHO WAS DRINKING IT.'

Hobie raises his hand and Miguel's like 'Not now, Brown. We're talking about something important.'

Hobies like 'Bruv it's me. I ain't drink it I just smell like it-'

Of course Miguel is calling bullshit cause he's sure Hobie is fucking with him until he goes over and Miguel's thinking 'oh fuck he does 😳🤨 que diablos???'

But he just looks down at Hobies smug ass face and he's like '.... As you were, 138.' before trying to act like nothing ever happened 😭😭

I think to think Hobie Brown is just That Smooth

The good looks ain't by accident he is BROKE, PUNK, and HIGH MAINTENANCE