#kate is a lovesick puppy

[savegrisham]

the art & the artist

[kaizsche]

ben: eyes on the road TWISTERS (2024)

[hard-core-super-star]

Can i ask one for Kate Bishop. One where kate and reader's are best friends .they sleep together after being drunk. R is hopelessly in love with her. Everybody including kate knows this but it's like an un spoken thing.katie says doesn't see r like that because obviously she's afraid of losing the friendship if the relationship fails. Tells r that night was a one tym thing . After sometimes start seeing somebody so r will get the idea. So much angst ,heart breaks ,Kate being an idiot ,r being lovesick puppy .and a Happy ending .☺️ Its okay if you can't .Thank you ♥

an inch away from more than just friends [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x reader

summary: falling in love with your best friend is supposed to be easy. unfortunately, neither you nor kate are particularly good at talking about your feelings.

warnings: a complete mess of fluff, smut, angst, and idiots in love; kate is HORRIBLE at acknowledging her feelings; drunken hookup in a storage closet {lots of grinding + teasing; r is a brat and kate is annoyed but turned on; small bits of dirty talk}

wordcount: 4k

a/n: I'M ALIVE! sorry for not posting much on here, i've been spending a lot of this past month working on my vampire!kate story so inspiration has been quite limited. i'm thinking about posting more short drabbles but idk how to format them 😅 anyway, i hope you're all doing well and i hope you enjoy <3

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You weren't sure how you had ended up here. You hated parties. Especially ones thrown by rich people who had nothing better to do than spend a ridiculous amount of money on expensive booze and shitty food.

Not to mention, this particular party was being hosted in some skyscraper in downtown New York, which meant no matter how badly you wanted to escape the bustling atmosphere, there was nowhere else to go. Even the balconies that littered the outside were subject to the nonstop sounds of traffic.

At least it was better than being inside and having to sit through endless small talk about things you didn't understand.

A familiar voice pulls you out of your thoughts as you lean against the railing, silently watching the cars drive by on the street below you. "There you are."

You turn your head and give Kate a small smile. "Hey."

The archer approaches you, a certain bounce in her step that isn't coming from her normal bubbly personality. 

While you weren't the biggest fan of these types of parties, Kate somehow thrived in them. Sure, she could be awkward most times, and she had a terrible habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, but she was charming. And as much as she hated the rich men who she had to rub elbows with all night, she understood them.

She'd grown up in this life while you...well, you were an outsider. Someone who didn't fit in, no matter how many expensive outfits the young CEO bought you or how many people she argued with.

The only thing you two could agree on was that the best part of these events was the free alcohol.

"How long have you been out here?" Kate asks as she joins you, her side pressing against yours and giving away how tipsy she already is.

"Like twenty minutes," you reply. "It was getting too stuffy in there."

She laughs and you allow yourself to admire her jawline and the way the city lights bounce across her skin. "Tell me about it. I swear I've had the same conversation with everyone."

"I don't know why you still bother coming to these things."

"It's good for the company, I guess," she says with a shrug. "And it gives me an excuse to get dressed up with you."

You roll your eyes at her, hating the way your heart instantly skips a beat at her words. She always gets extra flirty when she drinks. If you were more of an optimist, you might even believe her words had some sort of truth to them. 

"You're an idiot."

She makes a face at you, her features a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "You always say that."

"Because it's true," you say.

"Whatever," she huffs.

The two of you stand there for a few minutes, basking in the closeness of your bodies. It's a small thing, but it's moments like these that remind you just how deep your feelings for the archer run.

The buzz from the alcohol in your system leads you to rest your head on her shoulder without a second thought. Her arm wraps around you in an instant and it's not until that moment that you realize how cold you are.

"Can we leave yet?" You ask in a soft voice. It's a little embarrassing how desperate you are to be away from the bustling party.

"Almost," she replies. "I think you owe me a dance."

You groan, already dreading the looks you'll definitely get. "Do we have to?"

"Yes, we do." She gives your side an affectionate squeeze before pulling away from you. "Just one dance, and then we can leave."

You know better than to trust her words, but you can't pretend dancing with her doesn't sound nice. Clearly, Kate isn't the only one with lowered inhibitions right now.

"Fine," you roll your eyes but reach out for her hand.

Her fingers interlock with yours, and she leads the way to the makeshift dance floor. Thankfully, most people seem too busy in their own conversations to pay attention to the dancing couples...and you and Kate.

It fills you with more bitterness than you'd like, but you try not to dwell on it. It's easier said than done...until her hands land on your waist and pull you close to her. 

"You can come closer, sweetheart, I don't bite."

A nervous laugh escapes you. Mainly because you've listened to enough of her superhero stories to know for a fact she does bite, but also because getting closer to her is the last thing you should do right now.

She makes it far too easy to do, though, so you give in and wrap your arms around her neck.

The two of you start swaying to the soft music being played by the small group of musicians at the front of the room. It's hard not to spend the entire time admiring her features from this distance and as much as you try to ignore it, it's impossible to deny the way your heart flutters in your chest every time you make eye contact with her.

Your silence seems to surprise her, considering the way her eyebrows furrow together. "You okay?"

You nod and try to ignore how close your faces are. "Yeah, just...thinking."

That seems to get her attention and her concerned look turns into a slightly mischievous smile. "Oh yeah? About what?"

"Wouldn't you love to know?" You reply, hoping your attempt at teasing her will help distract her.

It doesn't work and instead of moving on, she wordlessly pulls you closer, her smile turning into a smirk when your eyes widen from the sudden proximity. "Come on, sweetheart, don't get shy on me now."

"You're annoying."

"Is that why you've been staring at my lips this whole time?"

Her words catch you off-guard, but they're not exactly far-fetched. The alcohol in your system mixed with having her so close only equals a long list of bad ideas. You can't deny how enticing those ideas sound, though.

You somehow manage to find your voice long enough to throw her observation back at her. "I think you're projecting, Katie."

"So you don't want to kiss me?"

She's toying with you, you know she is because you've seen her do it countless times, but you can't find it in yourself to really care. You know you shouldn't do it. You try to remind yourself that you're both drunk and simply trying to rile each other up for fun.

That no matter what happens, it won't mean anything. At least, not to her.

The longer you think about it, though, the less the potential consequences matter to you.

"I do," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "But only because it's the only way to shut you up."

You expect her to laugh at you and change the topic, but, of course, she doesn't. Because the only thing Kate loves more than annoying you is taking you by surprise.

In an instant, she closes the distance between your faces, her lips meeting yours in a borderline hesitant kiss. You're certain you've never seen her so nervous before. It's strange but endearing.

More than that, it helps distract you from how nervous you are.

She pulls away from you with a smile so bright that it makes your mind swim. "I guess you were right, kissing me does shut me up."

"Is that your way of trying to convince me to kiss you again?" You ask, doing your best to act nonchalant.

You're not sure that it works very well, but thankfully, she makes no teasing comments about it. She simply steals all your thoughts away by kissing you again.

The fact that you're one step away from fully making out in the middle of the dance floor isn't lost on you. Kate seems to come to the same realization as you at that moment and she reluctantly pulls away from you just to grab your hand and lead you away from everyone's gaze.

You don't know where exactly she's taking you, you just know it's definitely not toward the exit. You'd love to call her out on it and act upset and yet...you don't. How can you when your curiosity is practically eating you alive?

She drags you into the first storage closet she finds, closing the door behind you and pushing you against it. The action steals your breath away, along with the rest of your coherent thoughts.

You weren't going to act like you'd never fantasized about doing this with Kate but you'd always imagined it would happen under different circumstances. Although, if you're completely honest, you can't say you're actually mad about it.

"Hi," you whisper, your eyes drifting down to her lips once more.

"Hey." Her hands find their way back to your waist as she steps forward, effectively trapping you against the door. "Are you...still okay with this? 'Cause we can just leave and act like nothing happened."

You appreciate her thoughtful words even though the fire she started within you is burning far too bright to be put out now. 

"Yeah, I'm okay," you assure her. "I don't think stopping is an option now."

Your words seem to make her hesitation disappear and her smirk instantly makes a comeback. "And why is that, darling?"

"You know why."

Kate leans in closer, one of her hands drifting down to grip your leg and lift it up until it's wrapped around her waist. "Maybe...but I want to hear you say it."

"In your dreams, sweetheart."

You feel incredibly proud of yourself until the archer pushes herself against you, creating the most wonderful friction against your center. The movement catches you off-guard and you let out an embarrassingly desperate moan at the feeling.

The brunette takes advantage of the moment and ducks down to attach her lips to your neck. "I would love to put you in your place but you are far too adorable like this."

Your head tilts back to give her more access to your skin as you struggle to put yourself together long enough to reply to her words. "I wouldn't describe this as adorable."

She chuckles against your skin, the feeling of her warm breath sending ripples of pleasure down your spine. You almost can't believe this is actually happening. For a second, you briefly wonder if you're simply dreaming.

There's no way the pressure of her body against yours isn't real, though. No way for the pleasure you're experiencing to be completely made up by you.

The hand still on your waist gives you a soft squeeze before she guides you against her. There's something slightly humiliating about grinding against her in some random, badly lit, storage closet that only adds to the intensity of the moment.

Kate seems to read your mind considering the way she moves against you, drawing out another barely supressed moan. "You're holding back, y/n/n."

Her teasing words only make you want to tease her right back. Just because you've wanted her like this for a long time doesn't mean you want to make things easy for her. Riling her up is always more fun anyway.

"Maybe you're just not as good as you think you are," you reply, hoping she won't call you out for grinding against her so desperately. 

She has no plan to make things easy on you, though, and as annoying as it is, it's also incredibly attractive. "That's not what your body is saying." 

"How can you be such a dork at a time like this?" 

"It's my talent." 

"Keep telling yourself that." 

She groans, out of annoyance rather than pleasure, but you know your slight defiance is a turn on for her. It's almost funny how someone so bratty gets such a rush out of putting other brats in their place. "I hope you know your attitude is going to cost you later." 

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Katie." 

Her hand finally makes its way up your thigh, and she cups your heated core in one quick move. "How am I the annoying one?" 

You let out a sharp gasp, your hips rocking against her hand with zero shame or hesitation. You're already so close to falling apart, the coil in your stomach embarrassingly close to snapping already. In your defense, it's been a long time since your last hookup. 

"Not so mouthy now, are you, sweetheart?" Her amusement is more than clear and, even though you'd love nothing more than to wipe the smirk off her face, you're a little preoccupied with the mounting pleasure. 

"Kate..." You whimper, attempting to pull her impossibly closer to you. "Fuck."

Her teasing energy is quickly replaced by satisfaction. Satisfaction that motivates her to speed up her movements, effectively replacing all your thoughts with the feeling of her hands on you.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" She asks, her lips trailing a path from your neck to your jaw.

"Yeah," you reply, your voice a breathless, needy, whisper. "...please."

"Such a good girl. Go on, let me hear you fall apart for me."

Her words are exactly what you need to let go. It's a little embarrassing, and the lack of full contact makes it a little less satisfying than you'd like, but your orgasm crashes into you almost instantly. Your hands grip onto her shoulders as you ride out the waves, her soft whispers guiding you through the overwhelming sensations.

You're shaking and panting and absolutely spent after such a rush of emotions and Kate is right there, holding you close through it all. Somehow, the affection and care she's showing you feels even better than the orgasm you just had.

"You okay, baby?" She asks as she leans back just enough so your eyes can meet again.

You nod, still too shaken to find your voice. 

"You're too cute." 

Despite your breathlessness, she gives you a quick kiss, pouring far too many feelings neither of you want to think about right now into it. The alcohol must be draining from your system because you're already starting to freak out about this.

About how difficult it'll be to act like nothing happened. Like you're not completely in love with your best friend.

There's no way for you to deny it now. Hell, Kate herself can't deny it anymore either.

And yet you both try.

"Do you want to go back to my apartment?" She asks once you're able to pull away from each other.

The intention is behind her words is more than clear and it somehow manages to bring your confidence back. "Only if you let me repay the favor."

"I think we can definitely work something out," she replies with a genuine smile.

That's all you need to take her hand and drag her out of the storage closet. Her laugh rings out in your ears as you make your way to the exit.

True to your word, you spend the rest of the night returning the favor and drawing orgasm after orgasm out of Kate. It's not enough to make you believe you'll be together the way you want to and yet it's more than enough for ythe moment. 

It's more than you ever thought you'd get from her.

Unfortunately, morning comes too quickly and it brings the realization that you severely underestimated how much things would change. How quick Kate would be to sweep everything under the rug and deny it even happened.

It hurts but it's not a complete surprise considering the way the archer reacts to most things.

You manage to work through it, silencing your desires in favor of making her comfortable and keeping her in your life. It's not the healthiest thing in the world but you manage.

Your friendship only suffers for a few days before you're back to normal. No one would even notice anything if it weren't for the major heart eyes you throw her way all the time.

Everyone knows, though. Everyone cares except Kate.

Instead of talking about it like a normal person, she decides to make things worse by getting a girlfriend. You don't even know who she is and the archer doesn't give you any real details, she just mumbles something about a coffee shop and a cute dog.

You've never known Kate to be particularly reserved but she is this time. Not just that, she actively ignores you. Dodging your questions expertly and pretending there's nothing weird about how little time she spends with you.

You had always assumed it would be your feelings that ruined your friendship but Kate managed to ruin everything on her own. It's almost a skill.

Somehow, even as your heart breaks and endless questions swim around your mind, you manage to keep going. More than that, you match Kate's energy and pretend you don't even notice the change in her attitude. You're not sure who's more hurt by that but you don't even care.

You treasure the brief moments you get with her and mentally shout at her every time she cancels another movie night. Her excuses are endless. One day, she tells you she's too busy with Avengers work, the next she's too caught up with Bishop Securities.

The only thing that brings you some sense of comfort is the fact you're not the only one being lied to. Her so-called "girlfriend" gets the same excuses as you, at least that's what Yelena tells you. The Russian has no reason to lie, though, so you believe her and ignore the rising thought of making Kate jealous.

That's the only thing you're able to do: ignore Kate and the feelings you still have for her.

It works for a while...until the archer finds her way back to you.

It's the middle of the night when you hear frantic knocking on your door. You suppress your fear long enough to make it to the door, baseball bat in hand.

You open the door and come face to face with those same blue eyes you've tried not to think about for over a month. "Kate?"

"Hey," she mumbles, nervousness instantly creeping into her voice. "I, um...can I come in?"

You're tempted to say no and slam the door in her face. You're honestly half-way to doing it when you notice the way she's swaying and clutching her side."You're not drunk, are you?" You question.

Your attempt to lighten the mood falls flat but she smiles anyway. "No, I'm unfortunately sober."

You hum in response before stepping aside and letting her come in. There's a voice in the back of your head that warns you not to get caught up in the past. To keep your distance until she, at the very least, apologizes for being such a jerk to you.

Kate manages to make it to your couch without tripping while you lock your door and put the baseball bat back in its usual place. You brace yourself for the uncomfortable conversation that's bound to follow as you follow after her.

"So...what happened to you?"

Her only response for a few moments is a groan and you do your best to stifle your laughter. For someone who's the human embodiment of a golden retriever, she looks a lot like a grumpy cat right now.

"Stupid mission," she grumbles while attempting to stretch her sore muscles. "I don't know where someone can get the money for that many henchmen."

"Says the rich girl," you reply with a smirk.Kate rolls her eyes but some of the tension in her shoulders disappears. 

"Oh, shut up."

Your cross your arms over your chest before raising an eyebrow at her. "I don't think you're in any position to talk to me like that."

A barely noticeable blush spreads across her features. "Sorry," she mumbles. "I just...I've missed talking to you like this."

You wish it didn't but your heart skips a beat at her words. It's stupid considering the fact she's the one who put you guys in this situation yet there's nothing you can do about it. Your heart still belongs to her.

"Is that why you've been ignoring me lately?" You ask, unable to keep the bitterness out of your tone. "Why are you even here, anyway? I'm sure your girlfriend's worried about you."

Your words cause the smallest of changes in Kate's body language. She hunches down almost as if she's trying to sink into herself and disappear. You've seen her like this far too many times to not know how she's feeling.

"She would be if she didn't hate my guts right about now," she replies with a sigh. "Can't say I blame her, breaking up with her and leaving on a mission isn't the most mature thing to do."

"Wow, you're finally self-aware," you tease her, more out of habit that anything else. "A lot can change in a month, huh?"

The lack of annoyance in your tone allows her to relax again. As much as you might like to be petty, she seems genuinely sorry and upset. "Okay, I deserve that. I've been an asshole to you."

"Yes, you have, but it looks like karma finally caught up with you."

There's an edge of concern to your words that you can't quite hide. She doesn't seem to be in excruciating pain which hopefully means she's not badly hurt but with how stubborn she is, you wouldn't be surprised if she was blatantly hiding a gunshot wound.

Kate chuckles as she leans back against your couch, the movement allows you to search her suit for bloodstains and, thankfully, you find nothing except a couple of tears in the fabric. "Karma's a bitch..but I probably deserved it."

"Probably?" You ask.

"Okay, fine," she grumbles. "I definitely deserved it. It just...seemed like the right thing to do."

You can't hold back the scoff that leaves your lips. "On what Earth was ignoring me after hooking up with me "the right thing to do"?"

She grimaces, the words hitting her a little too hard. You feel a little bad for her even though these are simply the consequences of her own actions. "I was afraid of ruining our friendship. I didn't...I don't want to lose you, y/n. You mean too much to me."

A part of you wants to keep being petty about the whole thing but you've missed her far too much to push her away now. Even though she probably deserves it for being such an idiot.

"You have a very weird way of showing it." You finally allow yourself to close the distance between you two, walking over and taking a seat next to her.

Kate's hand instantly finds its way into yours, her head turning to look at you. There's a thin layer of tears in her eyes that tugs at your heartstrings. "I know...and I really am sorry."

"I know," you reply, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "You're my best friend, Kate, I've always known you're an idiot."

She rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything more, allowing a comfortable silence to fill the room.

There's a lot more you both still want to say and yet neither of you makes any attempt at breaking the moment. It's almost comforting how quickly you fall back together like two slightly damaged magnets.

Finally, after minutes go by, Kate allows herself to tell you the truth.

"It's you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's always been you and I'm so sorry I tried to pretend it wasn't true."

Her words bring a wave of relief, and a slight bit of annoyance that you do your best to supress. "Can you just shut up and kiss me before I kick you out?"

She laughs, a real one this time, before leaning forward and stealing your breath with a kiss.

It's not enough to fix all the damage but it's a start. And you're more than happy to flip the page with her.

[fandomnerd9602]

Kate: I’m dating Y/N. Please don’t be mad

Yelena: why would I be mad, Kate Bishop?

Kate: he’s Clint’s nephew

Yelena: oh my mistake…what’s wrong with you?!

Kate: thank you

Yelena: no I mean what is wrong with you? Did you get a head injury?

Kate: huh?

Yelena: Y/N’s been following you like lovesick puppy since day one. Obviously you hit your head too hard on last mission and-

Kate: there’s nothing wrong with my head

Yelena: that is what a person with a head injury would say

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

To say that Kate needed saving from Tyler shows a deep misunderstanding of the Kate character and the movie of Twisters in general. Kate was the one who thought up the idea to choke (is that the word?) the tornado, she was the one who took Tyler's truck and released the solution stuff (I'm too lazy to look up the technical words for these things lol) into the tornado thus saving everyone. What did Tyler do in Twisters except chase after Kate? It dawned on me halfway through that Tyler is barely chasing after tornados anymore he's just chasing after Kate like a lovesick puppy. This all may sound like a diss to Tyler but believe me it is not. I love that character and I love when a guy is pathetically in love with a girl. Also as smart as Tyler is, it is conveyed that Kate is even smarter. If you don't like the movie then fine but stop unnecessarily dissing female characters to try and act like your better than other people just cause you don't like a movie.

[thekatebridgerton]

The wingwoman ship dynamics in 'gaslight gatekeep girlboss ' are quickly evolving into very fun variations of the following

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Penelope, Kate and Phillip: your boyfriend is a lovesick psycho

Sophie: Yes I know! Now please help me get away from him before he finds out where I am

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Sophie, Kate and Phillip: your boyfriend is a lovesick psycho

Penelope: no he's not, he's a friendly lil puppy, see how he's always following me around anytime a suitor comes near me

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Sophie, Penelope and Phillip: your boyfriend is a lovesick psycho

Kate: oh yeah? Well maybe I like him that way ever thought about that? Maybe I can out psycho him, YOU DON'T KNOW ME

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Sophie, Kate and Penelope: your girlfriend... Hey wait a minute you don't have a girlfriend

Phillip *slowly inching away from Eloise* : Lucky me right?

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But yeah, friendship is so important when you're dodging Bridgertons, just ask those four

[theplottdump]

Vera: Sorry Mom. Kate: Besides- Poppy aren't you still seeing that guy?

Vera: Oh yeah! I like him- he's funny. Kate: Vera you like everyone.

Poppy: First of all- We're not officially seeing each other, we just happen to run into each other sometimes. Kate: Sure, Sure.

Kate: The man looks at you like a lovesick puppy. It's not fair to keep stringing him along- use him, abuse him, lose him.

Vera: Or maybe give him a real chance? Not all of us can be career sociopaths 008.

Kate: I'm going to choose to take that as a compliment.

Poppy: Me? Poppy Plott in a committed relationship? I think my mother might actually explode. Vera: Like in a good way? Kate: V- who explodes in a good way? Vera: mmmm- Pinatas?

[the-banana-0verlord]

Hi about my request, I think I explained it wrong, sorry English is not my first language so the grammar confuses me :'), I will summarize it better: headcanons for pomefiore dating a reader whom they met in nrc as a naughty and rebellious person but after graduating, she was discovered by a talent agent, thus becoming an iconic and rebellious model who breaks the beauty schemes known as an "anti-super model" ~ (an example of what I mean is kate moss or cara delevigne uvu) thanks you <3

Thank for the request and don't worry, I understand, english isn't my first language either.

How the Pomefiore boys would react to a rebellious reader becoming a rebellious model after graduation.

Note: Gn reader, F in the chat for the photographer who lost his job because Rook is a lovesick puppy.

💅💅💅

Vil Schoenheit

💅Your rebellious demeanor had always irked him. He viewed you the same way he viewed Epel.

💅He was the first to find out you had been hired by a modeling company. It had been a surprise since you had always rejected beauty standards.

💅But he also saw it as an opportunity of collaboration. You were both old NRC students, so you working together would catch a lot of attention, especially considering your newly found popularity.

💅You hesitate on the offer at first, because he embodies the very things you work so hard to pass through. You were convinced after a long monologue from your manager.

💅When he sees you again after all these years, he can't help but to gaze at you, mesmerized. He didn't remember you looked so breath-taking.

💅Let's say he's open for more collabs in the future.

🏹🏹🏹

Rook Hunt

🏹Oh, how beautiful unfiltered fierceness!

🏹Contrary to Vil, he always knew you had in you the potential to become an idol.

🏹He is first to take part in your fanclub.

🏹You came in contact again at an old student reunion. He came at you for an autograph.

🏹You're suspicious, because you don't exactly know him. All you had was a vague souvenir of sharing some classes. But he has a charming side that puts you quite at ease.

🏹After that, you keep contact and quickly become best friends.

🏹Once, you invited him to one of your photoshoots. He kept giving the photographer advice on how to capture your beauty in the best way possible.

🏹Your manager was so impressed he hired him as your new photographer, which couldn't make him happier.

🍎🍎🍎

Epel Felmier

🍎Back at NRC, you were true partners in crime, always causing trouble( making Vil often bust a vein.)

🍎 He's snarky when he learns you've become a model, because you both shared your aversion for the world's beauty standards.

🍎But he stops when he sees how hard you still reject the social ideology of beauty in favor of other qualities.

🍎To reminisce your past friendship, he invites you over for a weekend in his hometown.

🍎You got along as if the years had never past and you were still troublemakers at Night Raven College.

🍎You offer to make some publicity for his shop as a thank you, which was received bitterly at first because he didn't want to use your fame for his own benefit.

🍎But you insist and he finally gives in. He ends up grateful, but intends to repay you you with more trips to his home.

🍎Maybe you could even stay there permanently.

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I hope you enjoyed!

Have a good day/night!

[sea-owl]

asdfghfa COLIN AS HADES!! I love that it makes so much sense and I just know his dumbass chaotic simping will skyrocket because its Colin like helloo?? But yeah won't Penelope have to go back up for 6 months? (6 MONTHS??? WITHOUT. HIS. WIFE????How's Colin gonna live through that???? NOT WELL)

Does he go with her or does he stay in his domain( cuz he theres this pesky little thing called responsibility of ruling the underworld) and moping about cuz he misses his queen SO MUCH that he has to be physically held back by his brothers because he keeps following her around like a lost puppy (and isnt that a sight to behold?? Like Colin Bridgertont, t 3rd born son, intimidating King of the Underworld with unimaginable power and fame following around sunshine and flowers Pen looking like a lovesick fool loll)

Anon asked:

What I love about the Hades and Persephone AU is the level of pining and unhinged Colin will be for his queen Penelope. Like I just know it will be THROUGH the roof. Especially. afte the 6 month per year deal is made.

Honestly would love to see even a snippet of Colin moping around the courtroom every time Pen leaves the underworld and being physically held back by his brothers from fully attaching himself to Pen's side like a dog on a leash. ("Oh my gods Colin PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!!!")

Let's all pray for Francesca's sanity. As Colin's top advisor and right hand, she is gonna have her hands full when those spring and summer months hit. Like she has to be there during the send-off, or else Colin will attach himself to his wife.

Colin stays in his domain mainly because Penelope and Francesca remind him that Portia can and will create another famine, thus making sure they have extra work that will last the whole 6 months Penelope is in the Underworld. Colin not wanting his precious time with his wife interupted agrees to behave. Besides he is a good ruler and he doesn't want to do that to his domain again. Plus all that over time he had to pay to his judges and soul deliverer was not cheap. He can not do that every year, doesn't matter that he's the richest god among his siblings.

Colin does get to see Penelope though during the summer solstice and meetings that require all the siblings and spouses, so that eases the tension a little bit. He's not completely deprived of his wife for six months. Her thone on Mount Aubrey is right next to his! (He would prefer if she sit on his lap but Anthony says there's this thing called public image. Which is lies, Colin knows the truth. Kate won't sit on Anthony's lap in public so he makes everyone else suffer too.) Plus they send cute little love letters to one another courtesy of Penelope's right hand.

The year Francesca falls in love with Michael Colin thinks he finally has a chance to sneak away to go see his wife during the summer and spring months. But in reality Francesca now has a partner to help rein in Colin. Michael finds it funny, especially because before leaving Penelope herself and her right hand both warned Michael that Colin will try to make a jail break, so please help Francesca keep an eye on him.

[newtonsheffield]

Molly, I'm just wondering, if you don't mind. Why is Anthony something like a whipping boy in your modern stories? And I understand that enemies to lovers are canon, but Anthony on the other hand is just a lovesick little puppy for Kate. Whereas in your historical fics or clips they are just tender doves in love, like Bruises and Titanic.

Honestly I think it stems from the fact that even in Canon: Part if Anthony’s irritation with Kate is that she doesn’t fawn over him like he’s used to.

And he doesn’t understand why she’s so unwilling to give him an inch of space when he’s at the very least intrigued with her. Even if he doesn’t understand it: He’s drawn to her. And I think I just choose those stories to write in modern times more so than in canon era.

[darkshrimpemotions]

Ugh I hate Martha sometimes. Like no I don’t really, but she’s so wrong about her own son like 90% of the time.

Rick ISN’T actually punishing Kate. That’s why he’s so confused when Martha phrases it that way. Kate may be experiencing it that way, because she actually does love him back. But he doesn’t know that! He literally thought he was doing what she wanted. He was trying to take their relationship back to the lighthearted early days where they weren’t quite so emotionally tangled up in each other, because he thought SHE didn’t love him!

And the moment he realizes that what he’s been doing might not be taken the way he meant it, what does he do? He plans to just make it a clean break. He can’t make Beckett happy by following her around like a lovesick puppy day after day, and he can’t make her happy by putting some emotional distance between them and just working together, and he can’t just NOT be in love with her especially if he’s glued to her hip. Of course he thinks the solution is to just leave her alone!

They’re both so stupid and need to use their words but he actually WASN’T punishing her. God, rewatching this is such a trip, I misinterpreted this SO badly when I was a kid. Because back then I thought he WAS just being petty. But he wasn’t. If anything, season four is about Rick waiting and waiting around for Kate and ultimately realizing that isn’t a sustainable relationship (even if a part of him would be happy to do it forever).

They even joke about it on the show, directly paralleling his relationship with her to Alexis’s unbalanced relationship with Ashley, and what happens there? Alexis breaks up with Ashley because it ISN’T fair for one person to be all about the other one and at their beck and call with no acknowledgement or reciprocity. And that’s been Rick with Beckett this entire season, and Beckett’s even been dancing around admitting that she likes it that way.

Because what she not-so-secretly wants in season 4 is to keep Castle in their will-they/won’t-they holding pattern without ever having to risk anything or give anything back, which is understandable given where she is emotionally but not a fair thing to ask of someone indefinitely, no matter how much they love you.

[stars-of-kyber]

You know my fave part about this?

Every other person in the poster (Apart from the Queen but the woman plays by her own rules) is staring at Colin and Penelope. Portia, Violet, Lady D, Ben, Fran, all of them.

Everyone but Kate and Anthony. They're too busy looking at each other like two lovesick puppies.

I love this so much

Kathony's part of the Bridgerton s3 poster in better quality

[caroldantops]

heart, body, and soul

ship: valkyrie x reader

summary/request: you come back from a trip and your king gives you the welcome home you deserve. 

word count: 1.4k

warnings: smut (18+ only), vaginal sex (reader receiving), strap-ons, dirty talk, pet names (my queen, teasing use of housewife), light daddy kink, mentions of oral on a strap, squirting 

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You flinch as your hand comes in contact with the ice cold water, grumbling to yourself about how slow the water heater is. Normally, you don't let the dishes stack up in the sink this much, but it seems since you were away for a couple of days visiting Kate, your beloved wife hasn't touched them.

Not that you expected her to. Or even wanted her to. Being the King of Asgard left little room in her brain for menial chores (though, you're pretty sure she never did them before anyway). You were more than happy to play the part of Valkyrie's little housewife.

Almost as if your thoughts about her bad eating habits summoned her, the heavy wooden door swings open. You don't look up from the plate you're scrubbing, simply offering a, "Hello, your majesty."

"That's all I get, huh?" Valkyrie feigns disappointment. "Spend all week without me and you're not jumping into my arms the second I step in the door? Even the King gets no respect around here."

"Maybe if I didn't have to scrub all your dirty dishes, I could've run to you like a lovesick housewife," you laugh when her heavy footsteps are followed by her arms wrapping around your body, peppering kisses into the space between your neck and shoulder.

"Fair point. And besides, you are a gorgeous little housewife," Valkyrie hums into your ear, places a gentle kiss behind it. "Missed you, bug."

"Missed you, too."

You send Val away to change into something comfier than her beautifully tailored suit while you finish up. She joins you on the couch once she's done, jumping over the back of it like she always does. She laughs at the squeak you let out before pulling you into her lap, hands resting on your hips while your hands come up to cup her face.

As wonderful as seeing her in all of her suits is, you're truly obsessed with her casual wear. Today's choice is a faded sweatshirt from a bookstore that you frequented in college - Val is always stealing your things - and basketball shorts that she's worn so much the elastic is starting to give.

"How was your meeting? You didn't break the door when you came in so I assume that's a good sign."

"Pretty standard stuff today. I was pretty distracted though."

"Oh?" You quirk your eyebrow up at her as you feel her hands start edging along the waistband of your leggings. "Thinking about Thor visiting next week?"

"No, I was thinking about a different eager puppy, actually." Val kisses you, leading a trail down to your neck with her lips. She grabs your ass roughly as she mumbles against your skin, "Was countin' the minutes until I could come home to see my queen."

You bite your lip as she continues to grope you, your hips lurching forward so you can feel the distinct bulge in her shorts.

"Nothing's better than comin' home and having the first thing I see be this sweet ass in these fuckin' leggings. You drive me crazy, I swear I just wanna..." The sharp sound of fabric tearing fills the room, and your mouth hangs open in shock. "...rip 'em open."

"Val! Those were expensive!"

"Oh, baby, I'll buy you new ones. I'll buy you as many as I tear through, plus extras so I can rip those open too. Besides," she hums as she opens the tear more and strokes her fingertips against your bare cunt. "If they didn't want me to tear 'em, they should've made 'em a bit stronger."

The snarky comment dies in your throat as she pushes into you with two fingers, fluttering them as your walls tighten around her. She starts making a comment about how wet you are already, but you cut her off by pushing your lips against hers, moaning into her mouth the way you know drives her crazy.

You’re embarrassingly on edge much faster than you’d like to admit (you blame the fact that you’ve been without Val for almost a week, and when the two of you were together you were both insatiable), but Valkyrie doesn’t let you have that release so easily. She curls her fingers against your sweet spot once more before removing them from your pussy with a wet noise. She gives you that loving, mischievous grin as she holds her fingers up to your face, and you immediately know what she wants. You give them a little kitten lick before wrapping your lips around them, groaning as you taste yourself.

“‘You make it so hard to decide which hole of yours I wanna fill,” Val says with much more tenderness than that comment warrants. “As much as I wanna make you gag-” She thrusts hard into your mouth as she says it, reveling in the way you choke on her fingers. “-on my cock, I need to be inside that tight cunt so fucking bad.”

“P’ease,” you mumble around her.

“Yeah?” Her fingers leave your mouth, and the toy between her legs hits your thighs as she tugs down her shorts just enough so she can free it. “You want this huh? Want this big cock inside you? C’mon, tell Daddy.”

“Please, daddy, please.” You grind your hips against the tip of the toy that she’s holding right against your entrance. “Need it.”

“Need it? So dramatic, love. Well, if you need it, it’d be cruel of me to make you wait much longer, huh?” Valkyrie laughs at your fervent nodding that quickly turns into a gasp as she pulls you down flush against her lap, settling her strap deep inside you. She picked the thick one, the one with realistic veins that feel oh so delectable when you squeeze around the toy.

You press your face into her neck, inhaling deeply as she starts to guide your hips up and down on her cock. The scent of her cologne fills your head, the woody smell reminds you of that camping trip she took you on last fall. The one where she gave you the beautifully crafted ring around your finger. Val notices your whimpers against her skin and you feel her shake with laughter.

“My baby’s so pathetic, aren’t they? Whining against me, just begging for Daddy to fill them up. Bet you thought about this the whole time you were gone, didn’t you? Thought about me stretchin’ you out?”

“Yes, yes,” you groan, clutching onto her like your life depends on it. You hardly have to do any of the work, she just guides you up and down along her strap. If she wasn’t wearing the sweatshirt, you’d be able to properly admire the way her biceps flex as she does so. But there’s plenty of time for that later. For now, you savor being used like a sweet whiney toy.

“Good baby. So fuckin’ good.” She pushes you back a bit so she can properly see the way her cock fills you up, the opening she ripped in your leggings framing her view of your dripping cunt like artwork. “Gods, look at that cunt. Soaked. Swallowing me up like I’m nothing. And this pretty clit too.”

Her fingers spread your lips so she can properly admire how swollen your clit is, thumbing over it and admiring the way you jerk when she does. While she plays with the sensitive bud, you grind yourself down in her lap, each movement dragging the toy against your walls in the most delicious way possible. Your body shakes with pleasure as you feel your climax quickly building.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby. I swear every time I fuck you, it’s like I’ve died and gone to Valhalla. Want you to cum for me, c’mon. Wanna see those pretty eyes roll back, wanna see that sweet head of yours go empty,” Valkyrie presses kisses along your jaw as you moan out incoherent phrases that sound vaguely like fuckDaddypleaseyespleasegonnacum. A gush of liquid erupts around Val’s strap as you cum, and she moans at the feeling of you squirting against her. “Fuck! That’s it, that’s my baby. Such a fuckin’ mess.”

You go limp against her, cock still nestled inside of you, Val still whispering praises into your ear. Round two is sure to happen, but the two of you take a moment to enjoy each other’s presence, your breath hitting Val’s skin in heavy pants as she strokes your thighs. The material of your leggings is soaked with sweat and cum, and Valkyrie doesn’t fail to notice.

“Aw, bug, you ruined your expensive leggings!”

“Shut up.”

[p-taryn-dactyl]

could i request some cute jealous Kate Bishop? maybe R keeps getting asked out / hit on but is oblivious to it and Kate acts as her protector? :(

a/n: hi! here ya go! (i didn't know if you meant they were in an established relationship, so R and Kate are already dating in this fic - i apologize if this is not what you wanted) also holy crap this took me way too long i am so sorry. Also, i just wanted to say that i loved this prompt and i really hope i don’t disappoint you <3 word count: 597 tag list: @coolbeans32 warning(s): i make fun of oklahoma, but it’s ok guys i can do that, after all -sadly- i am from there; mentions of Y/N having long enough hair to brush behind her ear

jealousy, jealousy

Kate was using everything in her power to not commit murder in this random gas station. She tapped her card against the counter, glaring at the cashier who had decided to flirt with you, her girlfriend. The woman was leaning over the counter, her back to Kate as she complimented you and made you laugh.

Kate wished she brought her bow.

You had wanted to go on a little road trip, go on Route 66, and now you were stuck in Oklahoma. Well, more like stuck in a QT in Oklahoma but it counted. Kate watched as you smiled and brushed your hair behind your ear as your face was probably heating up from the attention. She thought you were adorable and was about to stare lovingly at you, like a lovesick puppy, when the cashier let out what was supposed to be a laugh. The lady reached over and booped your nose.

“You’re just too cute, hun. I could eat you up!”

Your eyes widened at that before you let out a surprised giggle. You bit your lip, a habit of yours.

“Thank you, you’re not too bad eith-”

Before you could finish your compliment, Kate slammed her hand on the counter, finally grabbing the cashiers attention. She rose her eyebrow gesturing towards the items on the counter.

“We’re ready to check out.” Kate gritted out, her jaw clenching as she tried to put on a respectful smile. The cashier rolled her eyes and returned to the check out, but not before sending you a wink. Kate was positive everything was tinted red. You made your way to Kate, wrapping your arms around her waist, laying your head on her shoulder. In a moment, to purely be petty, Kate made eye contact with the cashier as she kissed your forehead. The lady handed Kate her drink and snack with a tight smile and a heavy hand. When she turned towards to you, your snacks were handed to you so gently, Kate thought the lady mistook you for a newborn puppy. You scrunched your eyebrows together when you looked at your chip bag, Kate’s hand gripping yours, not tight enough to hurt of course, as you walked out of the station. You seemed to realize what was scribbled on the bag, turning towards Kate, who had a grumpy look on her face.

“Kate, I think that lady wants to be my friend.”

Kate spun around, grabbing the bag you were holding out to her. When she saw the number, she started to laugh at how oblivious and cute you were.

“Oh, Y/N…babe, she wants to be more than friends.”

It took you a minute to register what she meant. You gagged playfully, shaking your head.

“Oh gross! She had to be old enough to be my mom!”

Kate laughed at your reaction, taking a sip of her soda.

“Sooner state, more like cougar state.” You murmured as you hopped into the passenger side of the car. Kate, hearing what you said, snorted mid drink. The soda came flowing out her nose as she coughed, laughed, and groaned all at once. You started laughing hysterically, handing your girlfriend napkins with shaking hands as Kate calmed down. The archer looked at you, a faux angry look on her face.

“Don’t be mean!” She pouted, which made your empathetic self laugh even more. Kate started laughing as well, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“Where to next?” You asked yourself, opening a map and trying to find the next sightseeing location.

“Definitely not another gas station.”

a/n: i definitely rushed this, i felt like i was taking too long with requests! hopefully you enjoyed it tho <3

[thekatebridgerton]

the women who married into the Bridgerton clan all are built different to deal with a Bridgerton man. Girlie sighs heavily as she knows it’s for eternity, not even ‘death due us apart’ she can get rid of him because if she dies first her husband will come to the afterlife for her and if he dies first he would follow her around like a lovesick puppy as a ghost.

good thing she loves this pathetic man.

lol, yes to all of this, I'm going to be honest, at first your ask made me think about how sweet it is for the Bridgerton wives to have their men love them so profoundly that not even death could do them apart.

But also, I was watching a clip of Golden Girls and it just made me think about the kind of Grandmas that Kate, Sophie, Penelope and Lucy will end up being once they go past their sixties. And it's just hilarious to imagine, that yes, they would miss their husbands a lot, if the men died before them. But you can't tell me the Bridgerton Golden girls don't have fun at the expense of their husbands ghosts from time to time.

they signed up for this yes, but really, did it hurt their husbands too much to just wait a few years in the afterlife? was the haunting necessary? Was Benedict that worried about 79yo Sophie from finding herself a second husband that he had to hold on to the earthly plane? Didn't Kate deserve at least some sort of retirement from Anthony's pall mall teasing? no? not even post mortem? Lucy thought that her husband being dead meant wifely duties were finally over, but nope, Gregory's ghost is still following her around.

I can imagine grandma Penelope, just chillin, minding her own business' and then finding Colin's ghost, literally right there and just being so annoyed because she just burried him yesterday and sure she's 70 but she was planning on making a comeback as Lady Whistledown now that Colin is dead, because you know, grandmas have got to have their hobbies. But no, the man is still stupidly inlove with her even from the afterlife and there's no escaping it.

It's really a good thing that they all love each other to pieces.

[dreamingsnowflake2013]

Let’s face it, Kate has remained unmarried for so long because she couldn’t find a man who would follow her around and be more loyal to her and protective of her than Newton. And then Anthony barges into her life turning her world upside down, sweeping her off her feet and outdoing the canine. What Newton does, Anthony does it 10 times better. Unlike the corgi, Anthony doesn’t even need a leash to follow Kate around like a loyal dog would his mistress. (If you don’t count the invisible one which becomes more tangible each day he spends in Kate’s presence. He pretends he doesn’t want to wear it but his attempts to get rid off it can be best described as unenthused.) He does it willingly but if Kate wanted to put an actual leash on him, he would eagerly let her tie it around his neck, asking her why it took her so bloody long. 

He pursues her with dogged determination of a lovesick puppy and horny rutting stud, spurred on by the ability to sniff her out and find her anywhere –  in every secluded corner, on merry chases, in a storm, even during his own wedding to her sister, he even offers to follow her to the end of the Earth and abandon everything he lived for – with a nose that gives Newton a run for his money (as if he had an embedded Kate radar). 

Anthony snarls and growls at any men who comes near her or dares to lay claim on her or her attention, just like Newton does at him.

Anthony would give anything in his possession to have Kate lovingly scratch his ear or cuddle with her and curl up on her lap... and in the end, Kate stops cuddling Newton and starts cuddling Anthony who finally gets all those thing  – getting to curl up on her lap, having her caresses his ear and so much more. Not only does he give more more pleasure in return than Newton does, he purrs and moans more, as well.

Perhaps, Newton grew tired of Kate’s denial and spinster life and decided to join the matchmaking game, why else would he position himself right next to Anthony when previously he only growled at the Viscount and didn’t even bother to get on his feet when he saw him at Aubrey Hall. 

One might guess it was the ultimate stamp of Newton’s approval and his blessing to Anthony to pursue his mistress. In the end, don’t birds dogs of a feather flock together and to the same mistress?