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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Hey y'all! First time I'm opening up my requests bc I'm itching to write and have 0 ideas! I normally write around 1k words, possibly more if I'm super into a request!

RULES:

I can deny requests at my discretion!

I'd prefer not to write PWP, or anything heavily smutty

General no-go-zones are the usual culprits - noncon, incest, etc.

x Readers are fine by me!

FANDOMS/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

* I also write character/character ships! Most male characters I don't tend to write for, so they're not listed, but if it's character x character, I probably will! Pls specify romantic/platonic in the ask!

The Last of Us: Joel Miller Ellie Williams Dina Abby Anderson

Mean Girls (2024): Janis Imi'ike Regina George Gretchen Wieners Cady Heron

Marvel: Natasha Romanoff Wanda Maximoff Peggy Carter Kate Bishop Yelena Belova Carol Danvers Valkyrie

The Haunting of Bly Manor: Jamie Taylor Dani Clayton Hannah Grose (with Owen) Owen Sharma (with Hannah)

The Hunger Games/TBOSAS: Katniss Everdeen Peeta Mellark Tigris Snow Lucy Gray Baird Coriolanus Snow Sejanus Plinth Johanna Mason Finnick Odair

Hiiiiii, I was wondering if you could write something about the character Kate Bishop? About her falling in love with a firefighter who is eight years older than her, and they go on dates and then become boyfriend and girlfriend, and they have a lovely relationship, please and thank you. :)

Sure thing!! I made Kate just a touch older (25, making Y/N 33). I don't normally write M!Reader- actually this the first time I'm writing x Reader fiction in general, so sorry if I screw anything up!! Normally I write character x character LMAO. Hope u enjoy!

It's a Goddamn Blaze in the Dark

Ship: Kate Bishop x Firefighter!M!Reader Word Count: ~1k Desc.: Being a firefighter in New York City isn't exactly what you'd call quiet. But you'd be damned if you could've guessed half the shit that follows Kate Bishop stumbling into your life.

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9:15pm, April 19th

The building was already engulfed in flames by the time your ladder truck finally rolled around. Ambulances were amuck in the street, bussing out civilians half as quick as they flooded in.

"Y/N!"

You whip around to your Lieutenant, Hobbs, as you pull your respiratory kit over your shoulders.

"EMS is way overrun, you're reassigned. Take the medical kit, Calvin's meeting you on the East side of the building," Hobbs says quickly, rounding behind you to pull the tank off of your back.

"You got it, Hobbs. I'll radio when I'm over," you reply, taking the medical bag off of the truck and hauling it over your shoulder. Glancing to the building, you decide to leave your bunker gear and helmet on. Glass was blowing out across the facade, and if the acrid smell was anything to go by, there might be some debris to dodge.

Side-stepping a few EMS as they evacuate patients, you start rounding the building. Even through your gear, you can feel the heat radiating off of the brick and mortar of the building. The nearer firehouse had been battling this one for damn near an hour before calling in your crew for backup.

"Calvin! Incoming!" you shout as you round the building into the next street. A makeshift medical tent had been established outside of the collapse zone, and the street was closed off by police at both ends of the block. It was one of the only times you were thankful for them on scene.

An explosion crashes out above you from inside the top floors of the structure. Reflexively, you duck, ears ringing slightly as you recover. You squint against the light of the fire, looking desperately for its source.

Through the smoke billowing out of the foyer door, you see a pair of silhouettes, one supporting the other. Ignoring Calvin calling out for you, you dart forward through the doors. The heat of the room hits you first, and then the distinct realisation that you're not wearing your respirator.

You see them, just barely, and you reach out to take the weight of the casualty. Taking them in a fireman carry, you take the arm of the other, heaving the pair out of the door. Clean air has never smelled so good.

"Go! Keep going forward," you say hastily to the walking one. "Calvin! I got two casualties, prep medical! Smoke inhalation, among other things!"

Calvin's already on his way over, taking who you now see is a woman out of your arms, putting her on a medical bed and placing a mask over her face. You sweep your surrounds quickly, taking in the scene more fully this time. You spot your other casualty, resting her hands on her knees to catch her breath. She was in an odd purple costume, with a quiver and bow slung across her back.

"Ma'am, I need you to keep walking forward to the medical tent," you say, approaching her.

"What? No! No, no, I'm fine, I swear!" She's rather insistent, coughing a few times. On her shoulder was a scorched part of her uniform. Rather than argue, you take her forearm, leading her away from the debris zone.

"What's your name?" you ask, unzipping your medical bag to pull out antiseptic, gauze, and a few other tools. The woman watches you carefully, almost lost in her inner monologue for a moment.

"Ka- I mean- Hawkeye! I'm Hawkeye!" she rushes out, interrupting herself. You huff a laugh, reaching out to inspect her shoulder.

"I thought Hawkeye was a dude." You'd seen him recently with a sidekick, but you were doubtful they would both choose the same name.

"Yea, well he is... But I'm the other one," she mumbles, wincing slightly as the antiseptic makes contact with her burn.

"You're lucky this isn't a bad burn. Shouldn't have gone into that building, hero or not," you say, laying the gauze on top and using a bandage to affix it more firmly to the site. "I'm gonna check your throat real quick with this light. You cool with that?"

She nods, opening her mouth. You click the medical light on, taking your helmet off to get closer without smacking her in the head. God knows you've done that too many times. Thankfully, it didn't look raw.

"Looks like you're all clear, you're a lucky one, Hawkeye," you say, placing your equipment back into your bag and zipping it up. You glance over to her, noticing how she looks at you; with a strange sort of transfixion.

"I, uh-" she starts.

Calvin calls out your name from the street, where fresh casualties were being evacuated from the building. You swear under your breath.

"Sorry- I'm gonna need to go..." You trail off, as in the small amount of time you looked away, your mysterious Hawkeye was gone. In her place was a small note.

Call me (phone number) - Hawkeye

You tuck the note into your jacket pocket, before running over to where Calvin was ushering away civilians.

12pm, April 30th

The cafe you were currently situated in was a rather lovely hole-in-the-wall place, about a stone's throw away from Central Park. You were waiting on your date; your second date, actually, with a lovely girl named Kate Bishop. The very same girl you had helped out during a structure fire on the 19th.

The bell to the cafe chimed, and you looked up from your table. You smile as you catch Kate's eye, beckoning her over.

"It's so good to see you again!"

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I don't normally write fics like this, so if y'all would like a part 2, lmk!!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

HEY GUYS! I know I technically never closed my requests (in my defence I stopped getting them so I let nature take course), BUT I am officially on semester break from uni, so I am announcing they are now open again! A few new faces to the eligible lineup - if you request THG or Bly I think I'll love you forever!!

RULES:

I can deny requests at my discretion!

I'd prefer not to write PWP, or anything heavily smutty

General no-go-zones are the usual culprits - noncon, incest, etc.

x Readers are fine by me!

Generally I prefer to write female or non binary readers, I can occasionally dip into male reader territory though!

The more detailed the request the better!

FANDOMS/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

* I also write character/character ships! Most male characters I don't tend to write for, so they're not listed, but if it's character x character, I probably will! Pls specify romantic/platonic in the ask!

The Last of Us: Joel Miller Ellie Williams Dina Abby Anderson

Mean Girls (2024): Janis Imi'ike Regina George Gretchen Wieners Cady Heron

Marvel: Natasha Romanoff Wanda Maximoff Peggy Carter Kate Bishop Yelena Belova Carol Danvers Valkyrie

The Haunting of Bly Manor: Jamie Taylor Dani Clayton Hannah Grose (with Owen) Owen Sharma (with Hannah)

The Hunger Games/TBOSAS: Katniss Everdeen Peeta Mellark Tigris Snow Lucy Gray Baird Coriolanus Snow Sejanus Plinth Johanna Mason Finnick Odair

Criminal Minds: Emily Prentiss Jennifer Jareau/JJ Penelope Garcia

Don't get her wrong, Kate usually idolised Clint even after being his ''partner'' for over a year, but today she could have killed him. He willingly paired you two up for a mission... alone. The previous times she met you she could barely talk and hurried out of the room. She had know idea how she would survive an entire night especially when you had to seduce some rich asshole right infront of her.

And then she saw you come out of the bathroom dressed like that (making her hold in "marry me".) "You ready?" You asked her running your hand down your outfit to remove the wrinkles. "Only if you are!' She said making finger guns. She face palmed as you left the room. This was going to be a long night.

Warning: Kind of steamy, mentions semi nudity (on the reader's part)

It was all her fault. She was too distracted staring at you to actually help out with the mission, resulting in you getting you shot and regardless fighting like a badass.

Now you were in you both were in the hotel room, you were sitting down on the floor back to the bed and she was pacing around looking for the medical kit talking about how stupid she was for being distracted.

"It's in the cupboard second drawer to the left." She quickly took it out and rushed towards you.

"I'm sorry I didn't help you out on there mission, I was" "Too busy staring at me. I know." You manage to groan out.

She was in shock. "I- I'm gonna take the bullet out now ok?" And she was once again distracted by hot you looked.

Your eyes were closed tightly in a way that could be mistaken for pleasure, head leaning on the bed, face to the ceiling.

"I think you'll need to take off my shirt/ pull down my dress for that. Unless you have some secret abilities you've been hiding from me."

And she panicking internally oh my god you were asking her to take your clothes off and with the way you were positioned, groaning under her, she couldn't help imagine another scenario with you positioned just like that begging.

She cleared her throat and knelt down next to you. She undressed you and try to make eye contact instead of staring at your chest.

You let out a groan of pain that sounded too much like a moan. That's what did it.

She suddenly grabbed your face and kissed you. She began straddling you as you reciprocated weakly.

She accidentally grabbed you shoulder making you wince. "Still bleeding." You say

"Sorry" She apologised. You let out a chuckle "How long have you been holding that back?"

"Since we met."

I did not realize that I needed sub!Kate until now! 🫠🫠🫠

my ears fill with the sound of you kneeling [K.Bishop]

pairing: sub!kate bishop x dom!reader

summary: you and your girlfriend explore a slightly unconventional form of comfort after you catch her slipping into her self-destructive tendencies again.

warnings: smut -> minors and god look away [literally just porn with feelings…like a LOT of feelings; petplay/puppyplay; vibrator use; humping/grinding; finger sucking; a touch of overstimulation; kate exploring her submissive side while R tries to guide her through it]

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: i was working on a few requests and then i blacked out and wrote this whole thing instead. i'm sorry [but also, you're welcome :)] i have nothing else to say for myself, enjoy. [we'll be back to our regularly scheduled wholesome hailee steinfeld programming next week]

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“I can explain.”

Those words never mean anything good, especially when they come from the mouth of a certain stubborn archer. A stubborn archer you happen to be very much in love with.

You sigh the second her words reach your ears, making sure to count down from five before turning away from the fridge to face her. You’re not sure what you’re expecting to find but you’re sure expecting it wouldn’t have helped much anyway.

Kate stands in front of you, her face littered with small (badly bandaged) cuts and noticeable bruises forming on her gorgeous face.

The purple suit she wears whenever she goes out on “Avengers business” (as she likes to call it) hides the damage you’re sure has been done to her body. You don’t know whether to yell at her or ask her if she’s okay.

Ultimately, you do neither and instead, walk away before you say something you’ll regret. Just because your girlfriend happens to be a very powerful and stupidly reckless superhero doesn’t mean you have to like it. You’ve learned a lot about the brunette since you started dating her and sometimes that information was more of a curse than a blessing.

“y/n, wait!” She calls out before following after you like a lost puppy. “Just hear me out.”

“Hear you out?” You scoff. “Why? So you can lie to me and tell me you’re totally okay when we both know the truth?”

The lack of response tells you everything you need to know.

She’s slipping again. Letting herself get caught up in fears and doubts that only make her act more reckless than usual. She’s not getting hurt because she’s unskilled or lacks proper training, she’s getting hurt because she wants to. Because she thinks she deserves it.

You hate that you understand where she's coming from. You're not a stranger to self-destructive tendencies but at least yours don't involve getting repeatedly punched in the face.

She follows you all the way into the bedroom and it’s not until you’re both in the safety of those four walls that her hand grips your wrist. You could escape her hold if you wanted to but you’re not angry enough for that. A part of you wishes you were so you didn’t have to look at the pain written all over her face as she turns you around to face her.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Please,” she says, taking a step closer. “Tell me what I can do to fix this.”

She's practically begging you and despite how badly you want to pretend tonight never happened, you catch a glimpse of the desperate look in her eyes. You don't think you've ever seen it before and yet you know exactly what it means.

Kate's begging for more than just your forgiveness right now.

You know you shouldn’t do it. You should tell her to take a shower and then climb into bed with her and help her recover from her mistakes. But your response slips out before you can stop it.

“Kneel.”

Your breath catches in your throat as she complies immediately with your command. A part of you had been expecting her to do it and yet it stuns you all the same.

You’ve never seen your girlfriend like this. Not only is this the most submissive she's ever been with you, but it’s also the most relaxed you’ve seen her since her destructive cycle started up again.

For the first time in weeks, the weight she carries on her shoulders every day disappears. There’s no shame, no regret, no pain in her eyes. Nothing but pure adoration and submission.

“Please,” she whispers. “I need you.”

Her words should be arousing, and in a weird way they are, but you can’t stop the waves of concern from crashing into you. You can tell she really does need this. Needs to let go of herself and have someone else take the wheel for once. But you’re not sure if that person should be you considering the way you’ve been treating her since she walked through the door.

You open your mouth to tell her that much but she’s quicker than you are. Her hand reaches out for yours and she holds your wrist tightly before bringing it closer to her mouth. You watch with wide eyes, barely able to breathe, as she slowly takes two of your fingers into her eager mouth.

The warm wetness that surrounds your digits is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. The vulnerability turns into intimacy right in front of your eyes and, even though you're nervous as hell about messing this all up for her, you let the moment envelop you until everything else fades away.

You know, deep down, you need this just as much as she does.

When you finally speak again, it's in a tone you've never used before, not with Kate, not with anyone but you seem to hit the nail right on the head considering the reaction you get out of your girlfriend. “Good girl. Is this what you need? To have your pretty mouth filled up and used?”

She whines in response, the sound coming out muffled yet desperate. It’s the closest she can get to confirming your suspicions in this state.

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of all the things you could do to her. Kate’s always been strong. Resilient in all aspects of her life, and it really would be so easy to push her to her breaking point. But you don’t want to do that. Not tonight. Not when you can see how much she needs to be both comforted and dominated.

You are a little upset with her still though so you decide to meet her halfway.

“Strip.”

You remove your fingers from her mouth once the command is out in the air, ignoring the whimper she lets out at the loss. You pretend to ignore the telltale sound of fabric rustling as she removes her clothes while you walk to the bedside table and take out a familiar wand vibrator.

Your steps are slow and deliberate once you decide to make your way back to her. It’s impossible for your eyes not to trail down her contradiction of a body. She’s full of toned muscles from years of archery and martial arts training and yet there’s an air of softness to her skin.

An air of warmth that seems to radiate from her even now. Even as bruises litter her torso and cuts nip at her soft thighs.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me, baby.”

She shakes her head although a small pink hue spreads along her face at your words. “Not baby.”

“No?” You ask as you come to a stop in front of her, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at you. “Then what are you?”

A beat of silence passes and you almost expect her to keep her desires to herself…until a single whisper falls from her inviting lips. The sound is so quiet you almost wonder if you imagined it.

“Puppy? Is that what my good girl wants to be for me? A cute little puppy?”

Your hesitation at using the name fades away the second Kate’s eyes light up at the sound of it. You’re not sure how long she’s kept this desire a secret from you but it’s merely another thing to add to the long list of reasons why you love her.

The look on her face is enough of a response but she still uses her words, clearly looking to keep being your good girl. “Yes, please.”

“Such a good puppy.” Your free hand comes down to pet the top of her head. You chuckle to yourself while she whines and presses up against the loving touch. “A little puppy like you needs to be trained. Do you think you can handle that, pup?”

She nods instantly and you know she’s placing all her trust in you. Trust that you’ll take care of her the way she needs right now. That you won’t leave her like so many before you.

“Stay like that, okay?” You reach over to grab a random pillow from the bed and place it between her legs.

Her hips buck forward before you even do anything. You coo at her, placing a quick kiss on the top of her head and positioning the vibrator on top of the pillow. You make her wait a few agonizing seconds before you switch the toy on.

The sound she lets out is more of a whine than a moan but neither of you mind too much. You move the toy around, making sure it’s pressed right against her clit and pretending you don’t notice the speed with which her wetness covers the vibrator.

You step back once you’re satisfied and the pout she gives you might just be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. “You have to be trained, remember, pup? No touching. If you want to cum, you’ll have to hump that vibe like the needy little puppy you are.”

A part of you thinks she’s going to complain about the rules you’ve set in place but then her face contorts in pleasure and you know her mind is too far gone for her to argue back.

There’s no better feeling for you right now than watching as your girlfriend lets herself go like this. There may be a lot of things the two of you need to talk about later but right now is all about helping her feel good. It’s about providing her with something she’s always wanted but never had.

You’re lost in a world of your own as your eyes hone in on the way she grinds her needy cunt against the toy. You could probably come undone from the mere sight but you’re not thinking about yourself right now.

“How’s that feel, puppy?”

You don’t expect her to be able to form words right now but she surprises you. “Good! Feels, oh- feels so good!”

“I’m glad. You deserve to feel good, pup.”

She half-whimpers, half-moans in response.

It only takes a few more moments for her movements to grow sloppy, a telltale sign that she's close to the edge.

“I’m gonna-” One quick look at your face causes her to change her words. “Please, please can I cum?”

You can’t hold back your smile as she asks for permission. “Yes. Go ahead and cum for me, puppy.”

She doesn’t leave you waiting for long. All it takes is a few more seconds of her humping the vibrator for her to fall apart. Your eyes widen slightly while you take in the enticing sight before you. The way her whines grow louder, the way her whole body trembles and her head flies back in pure ecstasy.

“y/n!” She cries out.

You’re there in an instant.

You’ve missed so many things, messed up even more, but you’re there when she needs you this time. There’s no hesitation in your movements, no other thoughts in your usually crowded mind except being the support beam your girlfriend desperately needs right now.

“It’s alright, you did so good for me.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as your arms wrap around her trembling frame.

She slumps forward into you, incoherent mumbles and soft whimpers leaving her lips. The sight would be heartbreaking if you weren’t acutely aware of the way her hips continue to rock against the vibrator still snugly nestled against her sensitive cunt.

“Katie,” you mumble. “You can stop, darling. You don’t have to keep going.”

Even as the words escape you, you can tell she doesn’t want to stop. She’s sensitive and vulnerable and so, so needy.

“Please…” You can’t see her face but you can feel the desperation in her voice as her breath hits your neck.

You instantly pull her closer to you, whispering soft reassurances as your hand slowly slides down her body, teasing and caressing her overheated and battered skin. Her body trembles against yours and you feel her bury her face into the crook of your neck in search of some stability.

You’re happy to provide it for her, allowing her to hold on tightly to your arms despite the sting her nails leave behind on your skin.

Your fingers finally reach the buzzing toy and you grab onto the handle to lift it up and press it further into her dripping pussy. She reacts immediately, letting out muffled gasps of pleasure as she continues to grind against the overwhelming stimulation you’re providing her with.

“Shh, you’re okay.” You don’t know if your words register in her mind but you keep going anyway. “Such a good puppy letting me play with you like this.”

“Need…please…”

“I know, pup, I know. Just let go. Let me make you feel good.”

She was closer to the edge than you expected because those words are all it takes for her to fall apart again. Her grip on you tightens to the point of being painful but you don't dare move away from her.

You let out a soft sound of your own when you feel her wetness drip down onto the toy in your hand. You're sure your fingers are soaked with her release but you don't focus on anything except your shivering girlfriend.

“Good girl,” you whisper as you turn the vibrator off and move it away from her. “My good little puppy.”

You feel a different type of wetness hit your neck. You're not sure if the tears are from pleasure or pain but you comfort her all the same.

“It's alright, Katie, you're alright.”

The whimper you get in response tugs at your heartstrings enough to get your hand moving. It's a bit awkward considering the position you're both in but you manage to slip your fingers between your neck and her mouth.

It only takes a second for her to register what you're offering her. Her lips part and she takes your fingers into her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself that lingers on your soaked digits.

“Shh, I've got you. You're safe with me.”

You both know your words are true and a sense of calm settles into the air around you.

It's going to take a lot more than this moment of pleasure to help Kate out of the cycle she finds herself in but this is a good first step. And you intend to hold her as tight as this when you finally begin to navigate what comes next.

With the major lack of new Yelana Belova x Y/N and Kate Bishop x Y/N fics, I'm hoping that it's because the authors are just waiting for Valentine's Day to publish their fics...

Please? 🥺

Realizing that I can't complain about the lack of female!MCU x Reader fics because the authors are probably busy having actual lives... unlike me.

When you come back from a month long Tumblr break and everyone you follow has changed their usernames...

Okay I changed my username too but I don't post anything interesting so it doesn't count!

Same!

Doing my part to report one porn add every day till it's all gone 🫡

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the hood - kate bishop

a/n: this another fic adapted from my script scraps, and i haven’t added this one to a formal project, so i might as well use it! also kate is a little more of a seasoned fighter here. (written in third person)

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Super Soldier!Reader

Y/N quietly stalks out of the hotel, looking across the street to see if anyone is coming as they search for their motorcycle. They walk forward, their black boots pounding on the concrete, when…

WHIP!

Their eyes widen as they feel an arrow lodged into their shoulder. Their breath begins to frantically pick up, and they look around at the buildings before them. 

They can feel a laser circling their face, and they sneer, looking straight ahead. 

WHIP!

Before another arrow can hit them, they catch it, breaking it in half. They stare at the assailant but jump when an arrow breaks a window right next to their head. 

Grunting, they press the button on their palm, their shield protecting her as she runs, rolling down next to a car. They open their palm and the shield disappears. 

They sigh, grabbing their backpack.

Across the street, the assailant ziplines from the roof. 

He runs across the street, and into the hotel’s unnecessarily large parking lot. Meanwhile, Y/N pulls out a machine pistol from the backpack and takes out a silencer, screwing it on top of the pistol. 

They can hear the clanging off the roofs of several cars, telling her that the assailant is running atop them. Frowning more, they ready the gun, scooting the front on the right side. 

They hold up the pistol, and the man shifts on the roof of a car two rows away, and they’re ready as well. Y/N is slower than him, shooting after they use their crossbow, which inserts a beeping bow into the car directly next to Y/N. 

BOOM!

Their eyes widen as they runs fast, barely missing the explosion, which knocks them into the bumper of the car in front of them, making a large nasty dent in it. 

The explosion catches Kate’s attention as she plays Candy Crush on her phone. She rolls her eyes, turning off the game. 

She begins to unzip her hoodie, before pulling it off, revealing his costume. She places on a monocle, the gadget from Clint, working well. 

She moves out of her car, grabbing her gear from his trunk. She looks around at the mostly empty street, before running into an alley. Pointing her grappler at the top of the building, she pulls the trigger. 

Y/N comes to after a few seconds, the arrow in their shoulder now gone. She groans, noticing it not far away, meaning the impact caused it to fly out of her shoulder. The alarm of the car behind them is ringing as they stands, their bag miraculously still strapped on.

They can hear heavy feet pound onto the ground, the man stalking towards her. Their eyes widen in fear, they know him. 

They stands up quickly and grabs her pistol as they take off fast, the man not far behind. 

Above them is Kate who brings her arm to his hip, attaching the grappler to it, before kneeling. He squints as his helmet is now up, and he has a scope on his left eye. 

It zooms in as it falls on the man in the hood. 

“Yelena, get me an ID, please.”  

In a computer lab, Yelena sits, eating an ice cream sandwich as she clicks on the keys of her large computer. The image from Kate’s scope pops up, and Yelena finishes her code with a click of the enter button. 

This brings up footage from surrounding cameras. 

“I can see him, but his face is covered, I need you to get the hood off, and I’ll get him.” Kate sighs. 

Below her, Y/N continues to run but the man easily shoots a bolt into their calf, making them tumble forward onto their face. 

“Fuck!”

They closes their left fist, and her shield pops out of the mechanism on her arm. The man speeds up, pulling a machete from the side of his pants. He holds it up, swinging it down hard enough to make a large CLANG! on Y/N’s shield. 

“Alright, I’m going in.” Kate mutters. She pulls out her bow as Y/N pushes the man back hard. She stands up, holding her injured right leg on its toes to alleviate the pain. 

They hold out their shield as he chuckles, swinging it several times which they blocks. As they block, they push a swing away, immediately following with a punch. 

CRACK!

Even behind the hood, they can see the blood coming from his mouth. They use the distraction to yank the bolt from their leg, making them hiss. 

THUNK!

The sound of an arrow going into a car beside them distracts Y/N, and they don’t see Kate who jumps from the roof of another one, kicking the man back into the car. The woman kips up, looking over at Y/N. “God, that was awesome.” She mutters. 

“It’s you.” The soldier mutters. Kate chuckles, walking over to the taller man, who quickly recovers, swiping her feet from under her. The man straddles her, going to punch her, but Y/N pulls her shield off of the magnet and tosses it at his head. 

It roughly hits off the back of his neck, bouncing back onto Y/N’s magnet, knocking him out. He slumps over Kate, who pushes him off. Turning him on his front, she lifts the man’s neck, which already is showing a nasty bruise. 

She rips off the hood, focusing her eye on the man’s face. 

“All righty, Katey. I got a face, just give me a sec.” Kate rolls her eyes, sighing annoyedly. “Stop calling me Katey, please.” 

“I thought you liked my nicknames.” Yelena smiles, finding a match for Hugh Kendrick. She clicks on the file. 

“Got a match. Hugh Kendrick. Father was Gunter Kendrick, former HYDRA. He’s a trust fund kid, used to play Lacrosse, and went to Harvard. An injury leads him to drop out. He’s depressed. The boy joins his father. Now he’s a uh…cleaner of sorts, ties their loose ends.” 

Kate gulps, looking over at Y/N. 

“I’m assuming they’re one of them?” The blonde hums over the line. 

“Their father and his father were essential to the growth of the Black Cross subdivision. Leopold, their grandfather. His experiments and torture were infamous. One of his pupils was the head of Unit 731 during World War Two.” Kate winces, standing up. 

“Jesus Christ. Thanks, Yelena. I’ll call when we get back to base.” She looks around before standing and holding out a hand to Y/N. They simply stare at it. 

“I know you don’t need help, but you can’t go anywhere on your own. Black Cross is going to send hundreds more foot soldiers after you. He isn’t the only one.” Y/N scoffs, taking her hand, and Kate lifts them up. “Trust me, I know.” 

They start limping away, and Kate follows after them. “Let me take you back to base. It's off the grid. I can get someone to patch you up, and they won’t find us.” Y/N reaches into their pants pocket, wincing as they feels their key lodged in their thigh. There is a squishy sound when they pulls it out, and Kate winces at the sight of blood. 

She tosses it to him, and he catches it, thankful she has on gloves. Y/N swallows, their eyes slightly rolling back from tiredness as they point to a  motorcycle. 

“Hey, Yelena, are you still on?” The woman over the phone hums a yes. 

“Call Clint, tell him to come and get my car, there’s a tag on it.” 

“Will do.” 

She walks over to Y/N. She grabs one of the helmets off the back, shutting down the visor of her helmet, and hands them the other. She sits on the seat, attempting to jam it into the keyhole, but Y/N’s chunks stop it from turning. 

She groans, pulling it out and cleaning it off with her jacket before placing it in and turning it. The motorcycle starts up, and Y/N sits behind her, wrapping their arms around her waist. 

“You awake back there?” Kate quips, despite feeling their breathing her neck. She doesn’t receive a response, and sighs before pulling out of the parking lot. 

Clint: have you met my Russian assassin girlfriend, Nat?

Kate: and what's Nat short for?

Clint: I don't think vodka makes you grow much...

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"✧" is for the characters I particularly enjoy writing for

●Wanda Maximoff ✧

●Natasha Romanoff ✧

●Pepper pots

●Kate Bishop ✧

●Carol Denvers

●Yelena Belova (only platonic)

●Peter Parker

●Aunt may

●Shang-chi

●Katy

●Xu Xialing

●Darcy Lewis ✧

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●Dance?

●Christmas help

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Dance?

Kate Bishop x gn!reader

Summary: You ask Kate to dance, but you didn't want to dance. But she says yes, so now you have to dance.

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Word count: 656

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"will you do the honor of dancing with me?"

She turned her head at your question, seeing your almost kneeling form with your hand extended to her, the person talking to her giving a short goodbye before leaving you alone.

"you want to dance?" the archer asked, emphasizing the first word, a knowning glint in her eyes and an amused smile on her lips.

"ok" she said simply, drawing a step closer to you.

You straightened your posture, retreating your hand, letting it fall to your side. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out, making Kate's smile grow bigger. You definitely weren't expecting this outcome. And as if she was reading your mind she added, "you didn't expect me to say yes, did you?"

"no, I actually didn't" You answered, making her giggle.

"honey I know you hate dancing as much as I do, plus, you are totally incapable of dancing" she accused. Ignoring the warmth in your chest because of the pet name, your blinked your eyes fast and put a hand on your chest, causing Kate to roll her eyes.

Again she advanced towards you, until your chests were mere centimeters away from each other, and extended her hand

"come on, take my hand"

You tilted your head, uncertainty clear on your face, not moving from your position you spoke up

"you know what? I changed my mind"

Her teasing smile now turned into a soft and encouraging one.

"let me guide you, you won't mess it up"

She offered, making the desicion for you and taking your hand in hers, putting them in the air. Grabbing the other hand, she put it on her waist, and placed her own on your shoulder, starting to sway to the rhythm of the music.

It was only a few steps and your hand already left her body for about five times to adjust your hair, an unnecessary move, but the darked haired girl didn't pick up on your real motives, or if she did, she decided not to comment on it. Instead she circled your wrist and put it back in its original place "keep your hand on my waist"

You nodded, her soft voice doing something to sooth your nerves. If she tried to make conversation after, you didn't notice, hyper aware of all the people dancing or looking at you, especially one-

"hey! (Y/N)!" she whisper-yelled, making you raise your head, looking in her eyes.

"are you nervous?"

"uh, kinda? I mean-yes yes I am" you nod your head, blabbering on your words. At this Kate squeezed your hand searching for your eyes, indicating she was waiting for more.

"they're looking at me, at you, all of these people, your mother is looking at us and I'm almost tripping with every step. You shouldn't be seen dancing like this-shouldn't be seen dancing with-"

"(Y/N)" she called, stopping you from your rant, and your dance at the same time.

"(Y/N), stop it's okay. They're not looking at us and even if they are, let them look, we're hot" the archer shrugged, giggling at her own joke before she continued "and without you I would be standing in a corner somewhere, bored out of my mind, so don't stress out, mh?"

The brown eyed girl barely waited for any sign from you and spoke up

"don't look at the floor, look at me, no need to rush and don't focus too much, just follow my steps"

And you started doing just that.

"see? You're doing great. You had the perfect teacher after all" She tried to play it cool.

"you never danced in your entire life!" You replied, rolling your eyes and nudging her nose with your own. Har act broke, looking into your eyes, soft smile on her lips, and you were finally able to forget about everyone in the room but the one that was in your arms.

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