#kate bishop x gn!reader

[teaaagan]

Sleepover

Clint: Have a sleepover they said.

Kate, from the kitchen: PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!

Y/N: IT’S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER!! GET THE ANTI FLAMETHROWER!!

Peter: It’s called a fire extinguisher. A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!

-Glass shatters, something explodes, screams in unision-

Clint: It’ll be fun they said.

[zip2-2-8]

Cry

Y/n: I'm gonna go to my room and cry for no reason

Natasha: why?

Kate: can i come so i can cuddle you and cry with you

Y/n: sure

Yelena: I'm not even gonna ask

[bethsvrse]

LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK

(some of my favourite wlw fanfics)

late night confession - wanda maximoff by @lives-in-midgard

puppy love - robin buckley by @elliesmainhoe

glue - ellie williams by @whore-era

new in town - lydia martin by @heliads

make you mind this season - kate bishop by @hard-core-super-star

lady oswald - clara oswald by @lanawinterscigarettes

if I could fly - clara oswald by @wlw-imagines

I want you (bless my soul) - river song by @penguinwithitsarseonfire

trick or treat - maddy perez by @suzar

props to all these writers, should definitely check them out :3

[katebisxop]

upside down | kate bishop

summary: lazy days with your girlfriend.

warning: none

wc: 407

kate is just fine with how things are.

sure, she's quite bored, and her leg is falling asleep - lucky just refuses to move to a different place - and maybe a headache is starting from the blood flowing to her head, as lying upside down can do.

she's lying on the edge of her bed with her hands on her stomach, her dark hair flowing, reaching out to touch the floor like a jet black waterfall.

she examines your features for the millionth time, never getting tired of noticing all the twitches and expressions you make as you go through the pages of a new book.

she wonders what you're reading about - well, the title obviously hints at romance. but even then there's a lot happening. was it an arranged marriage? a friends to lovers? she really should've asked you about the trope.

but it seems you've finally met the love interest, seeing the corner of your mouth curve up into a tiny smile.

she's fine just like this, watching you be happy in your own little world, in complete silence except for the occasional rustling of turned pages and lucky's little snores.

but kate wants more of you. she wants to hear your voice and have your gorgeous eyes on her and only her. so she tries to get your attention.

"does a straw have one hole or two?"

the sudden sound of her voice pulls you out of your daze. "hm?"

kate grins when your eyes meet her blue ones. "why, hello there."

you rolls your eyes at her and bookmark your page before setting the book down. "you're gonna get a headache."

"already do." she extends her arms towards you. "give me a kiss?"

scooting closer, you place a kiss on the tip of her nose. she frowns. lucky wakes up and starts wagging his tail, watching you and kate.

"not that," the young archer groans. "give me an actual kiss."

you release a giggle and do as she asks, with her still upside down and your hands reaching out for hers. she holds the back of your head to keep you in place for a couple of seconds before letting go.

you wrinkle your nose. "how dare you interrupt me from reading."

"is this not better than the romance you're reading?"

"our story's better than any other story."

kate smiles and holds your hands. "that's what i like to hear." she kisses you again.

a/n: oh gosh this is so badly written

[bumblesimagines]

Kate Bishop

i didn't think you came to this place anymore!

is that your new girlfriend?

will you give me another chance?

i didn't think you came to this place anymore!

is that your new girlfriend?

will you give me another chance?

If you've booped me, just know I've booped back through my main blog!

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, Gender Neutral!Reader

Despite midnight ticking closer, the city below remained bustling with life. Honking cars driving down the road, groups of people shuffling down the sidewalk, customers heading in and out of different shops as if it were a casual afternoon. You watched everyone head up and down the sidewalks from your spot on the ledge, the people below so far and small they almost appeared like ants bustling around. You enjoyed the view, and especially enjoyed having a little spot where nobody could distur-

"(Y/N)? Oh, wow, hey!"

Great.

You turned and peered over your shoulder as Kate Bishop of all people emerged from the darkness. She smiled widely, albeit nervously, before raising her hand to do a small, awkward wave. She quickly dropped her hand back to her side and muttered under her breath, a light pink dusting falling over her cheeks. You rolled your lips into your mouth and inhaled deeply through your nose, scratching your temple and giving her a forced polite smile.

"Hey, Kate." You greeted, swinging your legs over the stone railing and hopping down from the ledge. 

"I didn't think you came to this place anymore! I thought that... after you, uh... dumped me you'd stop coming by." Kate winced, slipping her fists into the pockets of her coat and dropping her eyes down onto the dust-covered floor. "It's... It's been a while, huh? You look good."

"I come by sometimes... mainly when you have classes."

"You remember my schedule?" Kate's head snapped up, her brows lifting in surprise. "I don't even think my mom knows it."

"Yeah, well... I memorized it back when we were still dating." You murmured, hearing your phone ding in your pocket and fishing it out. Tapping on the screen twice, it lit up and revealed a message from a friend asking about your whereabouts. You answered them quickly and stuffed the phone back in your pocket.

"Is that your new girlfriend?" Kate abruptly asked, her ears turning a deeper shade of red. "I- It's- It's none of my business. Forget I even asked. I don't know why I asked. I'm- Well- I do know but-"

"I'm not dating anyone, Kate." You interrupted her before she could go into one of her long rambles. She blinked, her mouth clamping shut and ponytail swishing around when she nodded. You glanced toward the staircase leading down to the lower levels and began taking slow steps toward it.

"Uhm-" Kate lifted her arm, hand outstretched to stop you. She cleared her throat, another nervous smile appearing on her face. She brought her hands together and began fiddling with her fingers, lips moving as she tried finding the right words to say before she simply blurted it out. "I know you said that we should go our separate ways and that it'd be better like this but I-I don't want that. I... I still really like you and I know you've never gotten along with my mom but I still think we can make it work. So, will you give me another chance?"

[4lovehearts]

✷ LATE NIGHT LOVING .

꩜ kate bishop x gn reader ( they / them used )

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ summary : kate takes the time to admire you while you sleep .

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ note : this was originally gonna be the first story in a three part blurb fic so if it feels short / rushed that's why !!

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the silence was loud, and it was killing kate slowly. she'd woken up about —— okay, truth was she didn't know how long she'd been up. grabbing her phone to check the time felt like a chore she had to do, and lord knows kate hates chores, so she didn't do it. only thing she knew, was that whisper-ranting to lucky about her questions of the world was getting boring. she wanted you.

“lucky, you think they'd be mad if i woke them up? because personally i think the power of our love would push past that. [...] i don't know, i'm craving kisses. is that weird to say? like, it sounds like i'm talking about food, but i'm talking about the act of kissing your lover. [...] was that formal accent good? i've been working on it recently.”

some time had passed since her last ramble. lucky had finally fallen asleep, so she'd went back to staring at the ceiling in silence. her lips parted for a moment, and she swiftly turned on her side — copying your pose — so she could stare at you.

she took a moment to take your beauty in. bringing her hand up to trace your face as lightly as she could. she started at your collarbone, which had been slightly revealed because of how much you'd tossed and turned in your sleep. then she moved on to your neck, tracing all the way to under your jaw, but stopping when she could feel your pulse. she could feel it slow down under her touch, which made her heart flutter. as much as her heartbeat quickened, she decided to continue silently. her fingertips lightly grazed your jawline, which slowly faded into her hand softly cupping your cheek. she stayed there, her thumb softly brushing your cheek as she admired you, and how pretty you looked when you slept. then, her thumb went on to trace over your cheekbone, and lastly, to her final stop, your lips. suddenly, she'd remember reading somewhere that the lips were the most sensitive part of someone's face. she didn't know if it was true, and if it was, would brushing your thumb over them be enough to wake someone up? as said before, she didn't know and she didn't wanna risk it. so, her thumb ever so slightly brushed over only the corner of your lips. she felt her heart quicken at a, probably unhealthy, speed. taking a slow inhale, she felt her cheeks heat up and a smile creep onto her face. she leaned in slowly, starting to pepper the lightest of kisses all over your face. she made sure to gently cover every spot, and honestly she was quite impressed she hadn't woken you up yet.

deciding to stop when she thought you were starting to move around too much, she leaned back, letting out a slow exhale as the smile on her face got brighter while she watched as you cracked a smile in your sleep. placing one more soft kiss to your forehead, she pulled you into her embrace, wrapping her arms around your waist and letting your head fall into her shoulder. she took one more slow breath, smirking as she looked over at lucky, who was now awake and on the opposite side of the room.

“smooth, i know.”

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[dannyboy-writes]

Vigilante

this was requested a while ago! catching up on requests, hope you like it!

Sharing a room with your new sister meant sharing a lot of time together, and also it meant knowing when you aren’t sharing time together.

Kate had been sneaking off a lot lately. Often returning home long past 3am, or even in the mornings. Before her mother woke up.

But not before you did.

You had realized how tired she had become, and one day decided to follow her.

Mostly to see if she was okay. Some of it out of curiosity, too.

Her being Hawkeye’s new sidekick was something you were not expecting. Throwing arrows behind him, often hitting more bad guys than him.

You managed to run back to your home before she got there, and slipped in your covers seconds before she opened the door to your room.

She stretched her back and threw herself into bed, exhausted. You dozed off as well.

Not today, but soon, you’d start making an outfit for yourself, you decided. Kate’s not the only one who gets to play hero.

You had done some martial arts in your youth, and were sort of quick on your feet. Nothing extraordinary, but you wanted to be out there too.

So, a few weeks later, you had already found the perfect gear for vigilantism, and you had done your fair share of training.

Goosebumps and raised hairs. But you were ready.

You had followed Kate and Hawkeye to their own mission, they were doing a sweep through most of the city. Closing the night early, it seemed.

You saw the mugger through the corner of your eye, almost not being able to react. But you did.

Dodged his jab to your face and managed to hit his ribs before he noticed. He threw his bag over his head and then turned around and hit you with it.

“Fucking vigilante’s. A man’s gotta eat, ya know.” He said and stormed off.

You held your now bleeding nose, trying to conceal the sting in your eyes and the burning in your face.

It looked painful in movies, but the real deal was tougher.

Still, you managed to compose yourself and ran after him, screaming Hawkeye’s and Kate’s name.

You tried tackling him but he was running away faster than you could catch up, so you kicked his ankle into his leg, throwing him face up to the floor.

Hawkeye got there first, and tied the mugger, thanking you for helping out.

When Kate arrived her face was pale as a sheet of paper, stunned in concern.

“Y/n…” She started, “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to help out,” you shrugged, holding your still bleeding nose up. “You aren’t as sneaky as you think.”

Hawkeye laughed at that.

“I am!” She defended herself. “Since when are you following us?”

“I found out a few weeks ago. Just today, really.”

“You could’ve gotten seriously injured, Y/n. Shit.” She panicked and gave you a tissue for your nose. “What are we going to say to mum?”

“Don’t worry, Kate. I don’t think anything is broken. I’ll just say I fell off my skate.”

“Since when do you skate?”

“Since it’s a good excuse!”

“Okay, kids,” Hawkeye interrupted. “You definitely have a lot to discuss, so I’ll drop this guy at the precinct, and head to sleep myself. We’ll be in touch.”

You walked back home with Kate talking about her adventures and goals. She promised to train you if you promised to be more careful in the future.

You offered to help with stealth, to which she knocked your shoulder jokingly.

It would be okay.

[yelenaslyubov]

‘a new frontier: the moodboards’

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clint barton

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☞ my new series, ‘a new frontier,’ found here!

[unholyhelbig]

Can you do spider!person x Kate Bishop with a soulmate AU?

[A/n: I've never been a massive fan of Soulmate au's but, for some reason this one really got under my skin and helped with some writers block, so, thank you!]

Title: Magnetic

Ship: Kate Bishop x gn!reader

Disclaimer: I did not proofread, if there are mistakes, I'm sorry!

Main Masterlist | Ao3 | Request Prompts

Summary: Reader is a spider!person from earth-2099 and Kate Bishop is curious about why she's so drawn to them.

The piano stood in the center of a restaurant that seemed to harvest the warmth of every candle. They were unscented, casting a deep yellow glow that shaded the patrons’ faces and stretched them in shadows. You had figured that you could be no true judge of character when those around you were bathed in untrustworthy light.

Having live music was part of the charm, or so you had been told. Classically trained and playing the same sonatas over ivory keys for left over bread and mistaken orders. People would send food back for the slightest hint of sodium, too much cilantro, too little portions. Of course, you could keep your tips at the end of the night, sometimes they would brim the elegant glass jar on the hood of the piano.

Sometimes, you’d see nothing but a brass quarter that a man who smelled too thickly of tobacco would drop to its basin. He’d tell you the story of the general carved into the front, a confederate, you had no doubt. And you would nod, your fingers doing all the work to keep up the quiet ambiance of the lobby.

At one point, you remember enjoying playing the piano. Of course, that was before you mastered it. When you were a novice, it was fun, you’d ply each note and double down on the pedals. You’d take risks. But the restaurant did not want risk. They wanted sub-par entertainment.

You knew you were good, better than good, you were perfect. You’d had all the time in the world to get to this point and you’d lean on your talents if it meant a good meal and something to do. It distracted you from your own discontent with this world. With 616.

The clinking sound of a piece of copper against a glass pulled you from your thoughts. Your hands were gliding along the keys all the same, undeterred from the distraction. Though, you almost caught yourself ‘C’ sharp.

Kate Bishop stood in front of you, leaning against the side of the Kawai, it’s black finish reflecting her pensive stare. In all the universe, she still had the same slightly-infuriating, adorable face of determination that she wore now.

Of course, she had an evening gown, and of course she dressed the part. She wore something emerald, green, reflecting from her gray, storming stare. Kate’s lips were painted red, her skin like snow. You caught a whiff of Rosemary, and was that mint? It was freshly tilled from the ground.

“I have questions.” She said.

She showed no signs of leaving, and you didn’t’ want her to. Though, she obstructed your view of the hostess and therefore, your manager, Gary. So, you gestured, asking her wordlessly to take a seat on the bench next to you.

Kate’s confidence faltered, but she delicately lifted her dress from the floor and lowered herself onto the bench next to you. There was a certain heat about her, one that you could feel as she stared down at the keys, at your touch moving across them with ease.

You could feel her stare on the side of your face, burning, making your stomach do flips that threatened your composure. It didn’t’ seem to matter which universe you were in; 616, 2099, 219 and hundreds more- Kate was always there. She was always disarming and part of that infuriated you.

“Do me a favor, will you?”

Kate furrowed her brow but lifted her chin. There was a quiet contemplation about her, one that warmed your skin. She looked magnificent in that dress, show-stopping. Each wandering eye from the patrons of the restaurant had nothing to do with you, or the music. She had captivated everyone in the room.

“Slowly- F sharp, then B flat and C.”

Kate scoffed “I can’t keep time.”

“I’ve seen the callouses on your hands. You can keep time. What is it? Violin?”

“Almost, the cello.” Kate pressed the first note, and then the other two. She listened to what you played and matched the rhythm with one hand. The other ran over the stitching of her dress. “I didn’t come here to play, Y/n.”

“And I didn’t’ come here to talk, it seems that we’re at an impasse.”

Kate clenched her jaw. You gave her a smirk and settled into the last notes of the song. A few seconds to pull your shoulders back and you began to shift the mood of the room with the soft crescendos. “Alright. Ask your questions. I’ll answer them.”

“Truthfully?”

You hummed “If I can. Silence will speak wonders.”

“Right. Okay. Fine.” Her voice lowered to nothing but a whisper, a warmth against your cheek. “You’re Spiderman.”

“That is not a question Kate. That is a statement.”

“I’m getting there. You’re Spiderman, but Peter is Spiderman. I’ve lived with him for three years, that’s not something you can hide. And then suddenly, there you are, in a really… I mean, the suit is nice, the colors are- wow- but you’re not Pete.”

“I’m failing to see the question.”

“You’re infuriating, you know that?”

You smiled at her “Yes.”

She grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest, drawing in a deep breath before she continued. Gary was eyeing you from the host stand, a furrow to his brow. You nodded at him, and he moved his attention down to his clipboard.

“Have you ever considered different worlds?” You asked.

“I’ve interacted with a talking raccoon who is surprisingly adept at disassembling a cherry red 1970 Dodge Challenger. Nothing surprises me anymore.”

You laughed, and her cheeks matched the exterior of the car for just one moment before she grimaced and returned to her composure. She stared at you expectantly as you finished the last of your song. Your hands lingered on the keys, but you didn’t start another one. Instead, you stood, took the jar off the top of the piano.

Kate watched you expectantly as you held your hand out to her, lifting both eyebrows. Your shift was over, and even if it wasn’t, you were sure you’d leave with Kate if she asked you to. Explaining something like this, you’d done it a million times to a million different Kate’s but it always made your heart scream inside your chest all the way to your fingertips.

She took your hand, the warmth was overwhelming. You led her outside, the jar tucked under your arm and the city lights boring down on wet pavement. For a few moments, the two of you walked aimlessly- much too overdressed for your surroundings. There was too much in the air, and somehow, never enough.

“Every single decision that we make has consequences, has chain reactions. And each time we make a choice there is a world out there that plays out in succession.” You shoved your hands into your coat pockets, breath steaming in front of you. “There’s a world where we are still sitting together at the piano. There’s one where my manager Gary fired me for talking to you in the first place.”

“I think I get it.” Kate nudged you with her shoulder, “But that doesn’t explain how you made it here. Isn’t there some type of cosmic consequence that comes with this kind of thing?”

“Typically, yes. If you were to meet the Kate from earth 20368, then things are bound to explode. She was a nice girl, by the way. Kind of reckless. But things don’t work the same way for me. I’m an anomaly. There’s only one of me.”

“You’ve lost me.” Kate stopped, pressing the tips of her fingers against her temple. “We’ll circle back to the ‘was’ you threw in there.”

“I’m sorry” You chuckled, “I’ve done this hundreds of times, and it still doesn’t get any easier. I’m originally from Earth 2099. It’s a reality that’s much like this one, but sort of… Frankensteined from all of the other earths. There was a man there, a scientist, a geneticist, that flew a little too close to the sun. Hence me. Hence my whole family.” 

Kate parted her perfectly painted lips to say something, but you didn’t’ give her a chance. Instead, you dug through the change in your pocket, forking over two crumpled dollars to a greasy looking man behind a peddled cart. You could smell the salty aroma of hotdogs topped with sauerkraut and mustard.

“Thank you, Benny” you said, passing Kate one of the hot dogs, wrapped in a coffee filter. She took it without question and you dropped the rest of the change in your pocket into his tip jar before the two of you fell into a perfect silence.

“I can’t tell what bothers me more. The use of Frankenstein as a verb, or the fact that you talk in riddles. It’s all very confusing.” Kate took a bite of her hotdog and moaned with pleasure “Jesus, this is a delicacy.”

“I don’t mean to talk in riddles, you know? The answers you crave aren’t straight forward. There’s still a lot of that I’m trying to figure out too. A lot of unspoken rules. Things that I would have changed if I had the chance.”

You took a bite of your own hotdog, chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. Kate was watching you, her deep stare moved to the corner of your lip. She tentatively, gently, used the side of her thumb to wipe away a bout of condiment. It took everything in you not to sigh into her touch, to pull her in for a lengthened hug and breathe I her scent.

There was a pressure below your eyes, a sadness that you at to blink away. There was a sudden interest in your shoes and the way they weren’t built for the wet streets of New York. You whispered “You’re not my Kate.”

“I’m sorry, I overstepped I shouldn’t have-“

“No, no. It’s fine. Really.” You drew in a cold breath, one that burned your throat “On my earth, the one that I’m meant to be in, the one that I was created in, there was a Kate Bishop. We grew up together, laughed together, cried together, loved together.”

Kate’s voice was nothing more than air “what happened to her?”

“She died, in my arms she died. Was stubborn until the end about it too.”

 You frowned and threw the rest of your food into the nearest trashcan, not having much of an appetite anymore.

“I was engineered in a lab, much like my brother and sister and every single person around me. I wasn’t meant to fall in love, but you made it difficult not to. I had a falling out with my father, and he’s a man of science over anything else.”

“So, he killed me? Her?”

You swallowed the cold lump in your throat again and nodded. The tips of your fingers were numb with the weather, so you shoved them back into your pocket and watched as the beginning of rain began to fall. It distorted the reflection of traffic lights against the pavement.

“You have to understand, Kate. I ran away from 2099, stole the tech from my father’s lab and ensured that he couldn’t track me. My plan, it was to hide out in whatever world it took me to. I would grow old and die in solitude, have a normal life that I wasn’t engineered to have.

“But you were there, and there was color to your cheeks, and you were smiling. After I got over the shock, I decided to leave, go to whatever earth the device spits me out into. And there you were again, and again, until finally- I realized that wherever I went, some version of you would be there, and the same version of me was still hopelessly, undyingly, in love with you.”

“This is…” Kate frowned, got that same crease between her brows that you wanted to smooth out each time. “A lot to process, and that hot dog is about to make a second appearance.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I know.” You groaned, for a moment, staring up at the stars that mixed so delicately with the falling rain. “When I told you on Earth 181 you threw up over the side of the Brooklyn bridge.”

“Oh, nice. After that?”

You shrugged, looking back down at your feet “After that you pretended like none of it mattered. Which I’m not expecting you to do. Trust me, I’ve tried avoiding you, Kate. In every universe I’ve jumped to, I do everything in my power to keep myself away from you.”

“Thanks, that makes me feel fantastic.”

“You know what I mean. There are times when I think, I know that your life would be better without me in it. Meddling, existing. But during those times where I didn’t seek you out, you would find me. Kind of like tonight.”

“I… Couldn’t help myself.” She resigned “I’ve seen a million different masked heroes and have no desire to lift those masks, to find out their secret identities and insert myself into their lives. But it was different with you. It was magnetic.”

“I know, I get it.”

“So, what do we do now, then?”

“You do nothing.” You told her, lifting your chin. You watched the way her eyes moved with confusion and curiosity, the way her chest rose and fall with each breath she took. She was cold, so you pulled your jacket off and draped it carefully over her shoulders. Kate seemed to sigh into it, content for only a moment. “And I leave.”

[yelenasdiary]

Could I ask Kate Bishop for Cupid’s Dream fics. I was thinking Top! Kate with a Daddy kink. Bottom! (R) with a praise/degradation kink. Using a strap.

My idea was that Kate and Reader would spend their day going places to spend time together, but there was a lot of tension because they were being touchy and flirty all day, so both of them were waiting to get home.

No Sleep Tonight

Pairing: Kate Bishop x GN! Reader

Summary: A day out together on Valentines Day full of plenty of flirting and touching leaves you both desperate to get home.

Smut 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men, DNI!!

Warnings: Top! Kate, Bottom! Reader, Daddy Kink, Praise & Degradation Kink, Strap-On Use (R receiving), Kinda Bratty Reader?, Filthy Kate, Oral (R sucking Kate’s strap), Overstimulation & Orgasm Control | 2.1K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy! x

Cupid’s Dream Masterlist 2025

The day that you and Kate were patiently waiting for had finally arrived, the two of had been looking forward to Valentines Day for weeks! Promising one another that you would both take the day off work to finally be able to enjoy some much-needed quality time together. The day started early, Kate treating you to a breakfast in bed followed by plenty of sweet kisses and a small gift exchange before the day truly began.

A stroll through Central Park, hand in hand before stopping to feed the ducks. Kate wrapping her strong arms around you from behind, pulling you closer into her as you threw food out for the ducks, her lips brushing ever so softly against your ear, “you look so beautiful” she whispered. You decided to wear your favorite pair of jeans that always seemed to catch Kate’s attention with the way they perfectly hugged your hips and thighs.

“Relax daddy, it’s just because I’m wearing those jeans that you like” you replied, teasingly knowing that calling her that title would only add to her growing thoughts. Her hands moved from being wrapped around you to a strong grip on your hips, “like is an understatement, baby” she said lightly pushing you away from her so she would take a mental image of how you currently looked. 

“Our day as barely even started” you chuckled, turning in her hold to face her, “but you do look so good in that leather jacket” you added, batting your eyes at her. Kate’s jaw clenched as she pulled you closer once more, “imagine how much better it’ll look when you’re wearing it with nothing else but panties” she whispered before pressing her lips against yours.

You smiled against her lips, “don’t we have a date at the art gallery?” You teased, freeing yourself from her arms to walk ahead of her. 

Wandering through the halls and trying to admire all the paintings and scruples that were on display was tough when both your minds were elsewhere. Kate found herself admiring you more than the paintings that hung perfectly on the wall, swearing to herself that if she were an artist, you’d be her muse. You, on the other hand, were captivated by a sculpture of two intertwined bodies, their passion captured in marble.

Kate wrapping an arm around your waist broke your train of thought, “we could, uhm, recreate that” she teased in a low whisper. You turned to her, looking into her blue eyes, “since when did you become a marble sculptor?” You asked with a raised brow. 

Kate sighed heavily, “you’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” 

“That’s why I said it” you smirked. 

As the day wore on, the tension grew thicker than a snicker. Finding yourselves at a trendy rooftop restaurant to enjoy an early dinner, the sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange. Kate’s gaze on you was hotter than the outdoor heater that helped keep guests warm, her eyes only darkened when you brushed your foot against her leg. All the small banter and teasing you’d thrown at her today was driving her crazy just as much as all her soft touches and cheeky whispers to you drove you insane. 

“Your bill, ma’am” the waiter kindly interrupted the conversation, placing the bill on the table beside Kate. She took a moment to watch you finish your drink before you looked at her once more, “well? Do you plan on sitting her all night or do you have something else in mind?” You asked. Kate chuckled lightly, “we’re going home, right now.” She replied, slipping a hundred-dollar bill under the bill.

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Barely making it through the door of your shared apartment and your lips were locked together. Kate’s hands roaming your body, running over your curves with hunger as you ripped off her leather jacket. 

“God, you’ve been teasing daddy all day!” Kate whispered, her breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Oh really? I’m sorry daddy, that wasn’t my intention” you teased, your eyes glinting with mischief. 

Kate leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear once again, “don’t act so innocent now darling. I’ve been thinking about ruining that pretty cunt of yours all fucking day”.

Your heart raced at her words, feeling a throb at your core. “I’ve been very good today, daddy. I’ve been very, very patient” you replied in a husky whisper. The title sent Kate over the edge, her strong arms picking you up off your feet as you wrapped your legs around her waist, “well, if you’ve been so good and patient for me, you can take everything I give you”.

Kate laid you down on the bed, wasting no time before her lips captured yours in the deep kiss. Her hands slipping up the back of your shirt and unclasping your bra in a swift motion before moving her lips to your neck, sucking lightly as she bunched your shirt over your breasts. 

You moaned softly at the soft touch of her lips tracing down your neck to your collar bone before she removed your shift. “Please daddy, don’t be painfully slow” you begged, already knowing how wet you were. Her kissing only adding to your needs. 

Kate leaned back, to look at you, “oh so after all that teasing you expect me to listen to you?” She started, her fingers finding your belt buckle, “I’m going to take my time baby. I want to hear you beg for me, I want to hear you tell me how much my you want daddy’s cock. I want you to admit that you were nothing but a teasing whore today and whores don’t get what they want, do they?” 

You shook your head, watching as the talented Archer was able to unbuckle your belt without her eyes leaving yours for a second. “Use your words, you know the rules” Her blue eyes darkened. 

“No, daddy”

“No what? I don’t know what you’re saying no too” 

“N-No, daddy. Whores don’t get what they want” you admitted, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“That’s right, they don’t” Kate replied, pulling your jeans to your ankles, “god, look how wet you are” she shook her head before pushing herself off the bed. “ Undress and get on your knees darling, now” she commanded, her voice thick with desire. 

You eagerly obeyed, pulling your jeans off completely before removing your t-shirt and already unclasped bra, throwing them to the side. Your heart raced as you looked up at Kate’s powerful form from your new position, naked. You watched as she unbuttoned her jeans, letting them drop to her knees showing you what you already knew, she was packing. 

“I want you to show me how much you want me baby, go on, suck my cock like a good slut’ she said in a soft growl. You leant forward, your lips parting as you took the head of the fake cock into your mouth. Your tongue swirling around the tip, imagining if the tip was coated in her sweetness. Kate looked down at you, watching the way your lips wrapped around the toy, she couldn’t help but moan softly, “that’s right baby, suck daddy’s cock” she groaned. 

Her hands running through your hair, slowly guiding you to talk more of her. “Take it all sweetheart, you can do it”. 

You took the strap deeper down your throat, your eyes watering slightly as you accommodated the toy’s length before bobbing your head up and down the toy. “That’s my good slut, you’re doing so good baby” Kate praised, “such a dirty little whore for me, aren’t you?” She added. You moaned in response, your throat vibrating around the silicone as you became more submissive to the archer, loving the way her words made you wetter.

“You look so pretty like this, I can’t wait to see beautiful you’re going to look when cum around my cock, baby” Kate’s words sung in praise as you continued to bob your head on the toy. Your eyes lit up as you looked up at her, your cunt throbbing at the thought. “That’s right my little whore; daddy is going to fill you up nice and full” Kate smirked seeing the desire in your eyes. 

After a few more minutes, Kate gently guided your mouth away from the silicone toy, “that’s enough baby, you did so good for me. Why don’t you hop on the bed and spread those pretty legs for me” she said, holding a hand out to help you off the floor. 

You took her hand with grace, coming back to your feed before laying down on the bed once more, your legs spreading for Kate to see you exactly how she pictured you in the art gallery. 

“Are you going to be daddy’s good fuck toy?” She asked, shedding herself off the rest of her clothing. You nodded desperately, feeling the cold breeze brush over your wet pussy, “just wanna be your good toy, daddy” you said remembering to use your words. 

Kate slowly climbed on top of you, her strong arms keeping herself up as she teasingly ran the tip of the toy through your wet folds, causing you to moan softly. “You like that, huh?” The brunette teased. 

“Yes, daddy” you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper as she continued to run the tip up and down between your folds, brushing against your clit almost too perfectly. “Please, I need you” you begged while Kate continued to tease you. 

“Sorry, what was that?” 

“Daddy! Please, n-need you” you replied in another moan. 

Kate positioned herself at your entrance before slowly but firmly sinking into you, filling you inch by inch. You moaned at the feeling, your eyes rolling back as you adjusted to the feeling. “Fuck, I knew you’d look so beautiful taking all me” Kate praised as she leaned down to kiss you. 

She began to move her hips, thrusting in a steady rhythm. The toy sliding in and out of your slick heat with ease. “You’re such a good slut, baby, taking my cock so well” Kate purred. “My dirty little slut, teasing me all day just begging for me to fuck you like this, begging for daddy to just use you however I please” 

Her words added to your building pleasure, your moans filling the bedroom for anybody to hear. “Y-yes!” You started, “just wanted you! S-so bad!” You added between moans as Kate began to increase her thrusts. Her hands finding yours, pinning them above your head so she could watch the way your tits bounced with each thrust. 

“That’s it sweetheart, let those pretty moans out. Tell me how good I make you feel”.

Your breath came in short, sharp gasps as your body was on the brink of ecstasy, “y-you make m-me feel s’good! P-please don’t s-stop!”. Kate’s thrusts soon turned relentless, her feeling her own pleasure between her legs as she fucked into you, “cum for me baby! Cum on my cock, show me how good daddy makes you feel!” She commanded.

Every muscle coiled with tension as your orgasm ripped through you, crying out Kate’s name as you gushed over her cock, your body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you. “Such a good fucking whore” Kate praised, slowing her thrusts to ride out your climax. Her lips attacking your neck once more, deepening her thrusts. 

“D-daddy!” You moaned. 

“I know darling, it’s too much but you’re doing so well for me. My perfect fuck toy, let daddy make you feel good. You can give me another, can’t you” Kate whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. 

All you could do was whisper a very soft “yes daddy” as the fake cock continued to slide in and out of your abused cunt. As Kate worked you up to a second orgasm, she whispered plenty of praise in your ear while your nails dug into her back. 

“My beautiful love, so fucking perfect and all mine” she’d whisper. “Nobody else can ever see you like this, all fucked out and dumb for my cock” she added. 

Your walls clenched around the toy as you gripped the sheets tightly, feeling the pleasure of a second orgasm wash over you. Your eyes struggling to stay away as Kate slowed her thrusts once more before coming to a complete stop, “Happy Valentines Day, beautiful” she said before kissing you deeply while pulling out of you. “Relax, my love. Let me clean you up” she added, kissing down your body.

As you lay there, softly moaning while Kate’s tongue ran through your folds, you knew you were in for a long night, not that you cared. With plenty of breaks, either of you were going to get any sleep tonight.

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[zip2-2-8]

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[katebisxop]

savior | kate bishop

summary: no one should spend valentine's day alone. well, according to kate, anyway.

warnings: none. gender neutral if you change like one word, though

wc: 728

you close your eyes, relishing the cool water sliding down your throat. the headache from last night had started to fade, though the cuts still stung.

you rest your head against the kitchen wall and sigh, stretching your neck a bit as an attempt to get rid of the ache in your muscles.

a buzz comes from your kitchen counter, signaling a call. you pick it up, smile at the contact name, and hold the device up to your ear. "what is it, kate?"

"can you open the door please?"

your smile starts to droop. "what door?"

"your door. duh."

"oh, please don't tell me she got in trouble again." you groan, but walk to your front door anyway. once you open it, you're met with kate, clumsily attempting to hold a box of pizza, a bouquet of flowers, a paper bag, and lucky's leash all at once.

"kate!" you exclaim, catching the box of pizza before it reaches the floor. "what-"

you aren't even given the chance to finish your sentence as she strides towards your kitchen, sighing with relief as she puts down her 'packages' on your table and lets lucky run free.

"what's this?" you demand, your hands on your hips.

kate ignores you and brings out a heart-shaped cake from the paper bag, lighting it with pink candles.

"kate."

"this," the archer blows out the flame from her lighter, picks up the bouquet of flowers, and does a little twirl towards you. "is me saving your valentine's."

you glance at your phone, still unlocked on the kitchen table, and see that it is, indeed, fourteenth of february.

you give her a look, followed by a sarcastic, "really?"

kate shrugs. "figured you, as a miserable single person-"

"hey!"

"-would've spent valentines alone. since you're too nice for that, i've decided to spend it with you!"

"you're single too!" you protest, but thankfully accept the flowers.

"exactly. also, take it as an apology for dragging you into whatever last night was."

a beat. and then a smile slowly forms on your face against your will. before you could say anything, kate takes out a slice of pizza. "so. you hungry?"

lucky comes running from wherever he was, and it was only then you realize why the dog looked different. kate had put a bowtie on him.

"kate!" you laugh. you squat down to pet him, feeding him a slice. "aw, you little gentleman. c'mere. you want pizza? yeah? sure you do, you good boy."

"sorry pizza's the most romantic dinner i could get."

"it's fine. really. you have cake and flowers and everything."

she taps her fingers on the tabletop, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, thinking. you notice her silence and give lucky a last kiss before approaching her. "you okay? you don't look very happy."

"i'm fine. um." kate takes a deep breath. "so, i was.. thinking. that.. i.."

"yeah?" you're listening carefully. you were really grateful for her. she was supposed to be resting at home and yet she'd gone through all this trouble to make sure you weren't alone on valentine's day. much like she made sure clint wasn't alone on christmas.

"that i wanted us to be each other's valentines."

"we technically are, though."

"no, i mean-" she closes her eyes. "not platonically. like, i'm asking you... to be my girlfriend."

"oh."

"but it's okay if you don't want to! i mean, i guess i'm sort of putting pressure on you, buying you stuff and all, but i'm not bribing you! i'm just genuinely asking because i really like you and think you're cool, so-"

you turn her around to face you and shut her up with a kiss.

she melts. immediately. you can feel her body relax into you, her hands tentatively placing themselves on your waist. she kisses back, evidently unsure, so you caress her cheek with the pad of your thumb to assure her that it's okay and you'd meant to do that.

when the need for air arises, you part. kate is grinning. "i'm assuming that means yes?"

"it means definitely."

lucky barks, bringing both of your attention to him. he sits there innocently with his tail wagging and his mouth opened into a dog's version of a smile. you start to laugh, kate following shortly after.

so far, this was the best valentine's day ever.

a/n: happy valentine's day, single or taken :)

[m0nsterqzzz]

✦ The Little Things ✦

pairing: kate bishop x gn!reader

summary: Kate loses the bracelet her loving partner made for her when they first started dating and panics maybe a bit more then she should

warnings: panic attacks, a little bit of cussing, mentions of killing ig?

a/n: so this is unimportant but i wanted to say that i really wanted to do this story as what happened when i got the inspo (my ex was panicking over losing the bracelet i made her when we were dating) but decided to go with the more fluffy version lol. enjoy kate being so adorable. also, i'm pretty sure i used they/them when i had to use pronouns so if theres anything other then that, let me know. and, I'm literally so terrible at writing endings so if you guys have any tips on how to end a fluff or angst oneshot, it would be greatly appreciated

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When you wake up, you're wrapped in your girlfriend's arms. Kate just got home from spending the weekend with her mother, and apparently she got to the Compound while you were asleep last night. Your back is up against her front, and her hand is gently placed on an area of exposed skin on your hip.

You turn around on the bed, placing your head against Kate's chest. She stirs a bit, but seems to still be asleep as she moves a hand to cradle the back of your head.

Suddenly, the sound of harsh knocking on your bedroom door makes you both sit up, now very alert as you both look around. “Kate!” You hear Clint's voice from the other side of the door, and Kate smiles. You roll your eyes, laying back down and trying to pull her with you. She gets up off the bed, and you groan and hold her pillow close to you. She opens the door for Clint, and his eyes fall to you before going back to Kate. “We got a mission Bishop. Suit up.” That makes you sit up, and you glare at the bowman. “She just got back. Why do you hate me Barton?” He pretends to think about it for a moment before he shrugs and begins walking away. “I’ll go make you a list!” He calls over his shoulder, and you groan and let your face drop into the pillows again.

Clint Barton is your best friend. You met him through your father Tony, and he was instantly like an uncle to you the same way Natasha was like a mother to you. He was all you had when both your father and Natasha died, but that all changed when he introduced you to Kate.

You watch as she goes to the closet for her freshly clean suit, and then sheds her pajamas in order to get ready for the mission. She hums a tune as she does, and then goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. You get out of bed and follow, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind as she brushes her teeth, still humming. The brunette leans into your arms, and you notice the humming to be of “Let's Get Married” by the Bleachers. You shouldn’t be surprised. She sings it to you at any chance.

She puts on her shoes- the tennis shoes Clint bought her after a long talk about how she cannot wear her purple converse while fighting bad guys- and then presses a small kiss to your nose. “You missed.” You playfully complain, and she chuckles before kissing your lips. 

She's on her way to the door when she turns back around, and you're expecting a hug. Instead, she runs straight past you and to her nightstand. She grabs something off of it, and you notice it as the bracelet you made her a year ago. You had been nervous to give it to her, especially since it is something an eight year old could have made, but she just smiled brightly and put it around her right wrist. She never takes it off now, unless she's in the shower or sleeping. She says it is her good luck charm, and you feel happy that a bracelet with clay beads of different shades of purple that says, “My Katie” gives her good luck when she's out risking her life.

She gives you a small hug, and then kisses you on the lips before speeding out the door.

You sigh, an everlasting smile and blush on your face as you let your body fall backwards onto the bed. Todays your day off from missions, and it was supposed to be a you and Kate day so now that the Kate part of it is not here, you try to figure out what to do. You don’t know where the mission is, how long it’ll take, what the risks are, what time she’ll be back, hell you don’t even know what it’s for and you silently cuss out Clint in your head for not giving you details to settle your head.

As if on cue, you get a message.

bird brain 🏹:

Simple mission, take down a few guys and grab the intel from the lowest level of the building. 

It’s not too dangerous as long as she doesn’t decide to pull a Kate and not listen to me. 

We’ll be home in a few hours and you can take your lover girl back. 

She’s already driving me crazy and we’re on the jet ride there. 

Chill out and rest your mind kid.

I’ll keep her safe.

You smile. Even though Kate can sometimes forget to give you the details, Clint never fails to reassure you he’ll keep your girl safe.

With your mind now at slight peace, you get up and make your way down the hall to Wanda’s room. Today is her day off, also known as the perfect day to go bother her. After that, you go bother Fury, only leaving his office when he threatens to send you on a mission. By then it’s lunch, and you look to the clock, expecting to see that a few hours have passed. 

So, Kate left at 9am. 

And it is currently………11am.

You sigh, pulling out a pan and deciding to make the team breakfast. And by team, you mean you and Wanda.

Meanwhile, with Kate and Clint.

She fucking pulled a Kate.

Clint simply told her to keep guard by the doors while he grabbed the info and alert him if anyone showed. She did that for about 4 minutes. 

She then saw a bird, a blue bird, and it made her think of you so she did the only understandable thing. Left her post and followed the bird all the way outside of the building. It’s only when she hears her partner's voice coming over the ear piece in her ear yell, “Where the hell are you Kate?!” does she run back to the building, seeing the man being beaten by a few guards. She grimaces, pulling out an arrow and lining it up with her bow. She shots one in the arm, and suddenly all the attention is on her as she widens her eyes. “Sorry dude!” She says loudly, backing up with a nervous chuckle. “Maybe we can talk this out right? How about we make a deal? You let my partner go, and we’ll walk away from this peacefully. Alright?” 

Clint groans from the ground. “No! We will not!” He yells, sitting up and grabbing his own bow. 

The guards are large and strong looking, but even strength like theirs can’t go against an arrow flying into their skull. He does that to the rest of them, and then takes a deep breath and glares at Kate. She rubs the back of her neck with a nervous smile. “So, now that that’s over……wanna grab some lunch or something?”

He scoffs, groaning in pain as he stands up. She knows she’s going to be barated on the way home. They begin the walk back to the quinjet, and Kate is half listening to his rant as she reaches her hand to play with the bracelet on her arm.

The moment Kate realizes her bracelet is no longer on her right wrist, she drops the bow and arrow on the ground. 

Clint turns to look at her and hisses, “What the hell are you doing Bishop? Pick up your bow and let's go!” She barely hears him though, as she's too busy checking her pockets and then the pebbled floor underneath her. He seems to notice her panic, and his voice and face softens as he tries to ask her more calmly, “What's wrong Kate?” She mumbles something, shaking her head and then looking at the building they just left. “Did you leave something in there?” She isn’t listening anymore, but he gets his answer when she takes off towards the building. He sighs and follows.

She scans the floors of the halls, tears filling her eyes when she doesn’t see the purple beads anywhere. Her breathing is beginning to get faster, and Clint tries his best to get her to stop for a second and take a deep breath. She does stop, but it’s only because she realizes a sob and continues hyperventilating. 

“Kate. Kate, look at me.” She does, and he panics even more when he sees the tears. “Take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what needs fixing.” He attempts a chuckle. She tries her best to breathe, but between the sobbing and erratic breathing, she barely gets out a weak, “M-my bracelet.” 

His eyes widen. He knows how much the jewelry means to her, having almost been shot by an arrow when he teasingly took it one day. He looks on both wrists and then the floor around them, still trying to calm her down. It might seem childish, but that bracelet is everything to Kate. When she has to do stuff like missions, or visiting her mom and she can’t take you (her person), the bracelet is the next best thing. You’re her anchor, but there are times in life where you can’t be there. So the bracelet is there. For her to fidget with, or hold close to her heart as if it’s her holding you close to her. 

She leans up against the wall, letting her body slide down it as she hyperventilates. “I-I need it.” He nods, looking into her brown eyes and stating firmly, “I know katie. I know. And I know the bracelet is important but I need you to listen to me right now.” She looks up to his face, hand going to her chest to scratch at it as if it’s going to help her breath. He holds her hands in his own. “We’re gonna get on the quinjet, go home to see your partner, and you’re going to feel so much better. The bracelet is to remind you of them right?” She nods repeatedly. “Then we’ll take you to them. Just think about them Katie.” 

He lifts her off of the floor, one of her arms over his shoulder as her legs wobble and she lets him help her walk to the jet. “It’s alright Kate. I’m here. It’s all gonna be alright.”

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Back home, you're eating ice cream in bed when your phone rings. It’s Clint, and you instantly perk up in excitement. “Hey birdman, are you guys on your way home?” 

He sighs, looking at Kate who's now curled up in the corner of the quinjet, knees to her chest and mumbling this to herself. “It’s Kate.” In retrospect, he probably should've been more detailed and not used the sentence that people only use when someone they care about is seriously hurt.

“какого черта? Ты сказал, что защитишь ее! ты глупый, глупый человек! если она не выживет, я доберусь до тебя раньше, чем это сделает карма!” His eyes widen at your yelling and he holds the phone a bit away to protect his eardrum. “Now calm down kid, she just had a panic attack. She seems to be doing alright now but I just wanted to let you know so you can keep an eye on her when we get home in…..4 minutes.” You sigh, but there's still panic in you when you wonder what could have brought on a panic attack. “What brought it on?”

Translation: what the fuck? You said you would protect her! you stupid, stupid man! if she doesn't make it, I'll get to you before karma ever will!

It sounds like he’s speaking to someone, probably Kate, before he says, “She lost her bracelet.” 

You take a minute to think about it before you begin to giggle. You're not laughing at her having a panic attack, it’s more of a “that’s adorable and sad at the same time” kind of giggle. “Okay. tell her I love her and I’ll see her soon.” You hang up and think for a minute before grabbing the clay beads from under your bed.

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It doesn’t take that long to make, and by the time the quinjet is landing on the field outside of the compound, you have a bracelet that looks exactly like Kate’s old one.

You make your way outside, grinning at the sight of your girlfriend. She’s walking by herself now, her breathing has gone back to normal, and the only tears on her face are dry. You speed up, and you’re practically sprinting by the time you make it into her arms. She chuckles and holds you close, hiding her head in the crook of your neck. “I’m so sorry my love.”

You giggle. “What’s there to be sorry for Katie?” She sighs, pulling away from you to lift up her sleeve and show her bare wrist. “I lost my bracelet.” She looks ready to cry again, so you pull her into another hug and cradle her head. “I know honey. But apologies are for when you’ve done something wrong.” You assure, but she’s not having it. 

“But I lost the gift you gave me! One of my favorite gifts of all time! My lucky charm!” You sigh, flipping over the hand of hers that you’ve been holding so her palm is facing the sky and putting the new bracelet in it. “I made you a new one Katie. And this one can hold just as much love and luck if you want it to.” She grins, holding the bracelet close to her heart like she used to do with the other one as she asks, “You promise?” “Promise what?” “That it’s made with just as much love and luck as the first one?” You giggle and caress her face. “I promise Katie.”

Kate Bishop is a simple girl. Things like purple bracelets, pizza, dogs, and movie nights, will make the brunette happy for at least a week. So when you began dating, you made it your mission to involve at least one of those things in your guy’s daily lives so she could be the happiest she could be. Whether it’s replacing her favorite piece of jewelry, eating pizza three nights in a row, or having a movie night on your day off, watching whatever films she wants and stuffing yourselves full of candy. You’d do it all a million times over if it meant your girl would be happy. Because you know she’d do the same for you. 

[4lovehearts]

SOULMATE MARKS ,

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ; kate bishop x avenger! gn reader.

prompt ‐ touching your soulmate leaves a temporary mark that fades after a few hours.

summary ‐ the newest avengers recruit is fated to be a lot more important to you than you ever could've thought.

jarvis' loud voice over the avengers compound intercom startled you awake from your —incredibly peaceful— nap. letting out a groan whilst his voice instructed all the avengers to meet in the conference room, you rubbed your eyes for a moment before getting out of your bed and heading out of your room.

you didn't care to fix your appearance, as you thought it'd just be you and the avengers, like always. they've seen you look much worse anyways.

you were wrong.

as the last person to enter the conference room, you looked insanely stupid in your pajamas, with messed up hair, while everyone else was put together and at least looked presentable.

you, of course, would not be hearing the end of this for a while. but that wasn't your biggest concern right now, it was the pretty girl standing at the other end of the room, with a giddy smile plastered on her lips while she held eye contact with you. honestly, you couldn't tell if it was the embarrassment or butterflies, but you wished for nothing more than to melt into a puddle right then and there.

“sorry,” you cleared your throat while trying to quickly fix up your hair. “didn't know we were meeting someone.” you flashed a small smile to the girl before taking your seat at the table, trying your hardest to ignore fury's unamused glare.

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the meeting was over quite quick. fury introduced “kate bishop” as the newest avenger in place of clint, due to his recent resignation. she seemed quite nice, just a tad overly confident. although, it was absolutely nothing compared to tony's confidence.

currently, you were giving her a tour of the compound — a request by fury, very obviously to try and embarrass you further. quite honestly, you wanted to thank him. you were having a really nice conversation with kate, and you two seemed to be hitting it off really well. maybe, too well?

in a world where there was a 100% sure way to find your soulmate, most of the population thought it was a waste of time to mingle with people that weren't your soulmate. you sort've agreed with the idea, i mean, in hindsight, it made sense. but if you were to ask the current you, the one currently talking to the prettiest girl you've ever seen? you simply didn't care if she was or was not your soulmate, she was way too gorgeous to let slip away.

“uh... earth to...,” as if the day couldn't get any more embarrassing, you were pulled out of your trance by said gorgeous girl. you apologized sheepishly, to which she gave you an absolutely heartwarming smile while she told you it was fine. “you were gonna show me to my room.” you nodded quickly, wanting to move on from the fact that you definitely zoned out while staring at her.

as you two walked down the hallway, you started to realize that the room fury informed you was hers, happened to be right next to yours. how ironic.

“this one's yours.” you watched her eyes light up with excitement as soon as the words left your lips, she eagerly looked back at you and then the door repeatedly, rocking back and forth on her heels.

you smiled at her, before reaching for the button to open the door, just at the same time she did as well. as soon as your hands collided, you pulled yours back and were about to apologize, before the purple marks that started appearing on your hand distracted you. looking over at her, you noticed the same marks on her hand but in your signature color instead.

“oh..” you locked eyes with her, before she busted out into a giggle fit. the stupidity of the inner monologue you had, just minutes prior, was starting to set in while you watched her uncontrollably laugh. you didn't have to worry about the inevitable heartbreak of getting with someone that wasn't your soulmate because, turns out, yours was right in front of you.

[yelenaslyubov]

‘a new frontier: the moodboards’

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