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katebishopsbaefy · 1 month
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Exhausted
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pairing: kate bishop x reader
summary: you come home after a long day of being a superhero and kate helps clean you up :))))
warnings: swearing, blood, sorta nudity but not sexual at all (just for bandaging purposes), kate and reader are down bad
word count: 1496
notes: heyyyy guys i totally said i would post a wandanat fic but im literally never getting to that bc im a busy girl in a busy world so have this instead :)
You trudge your way down the hall of the apartment complex, rubbing your arms to keep the cold away. All you want is the warmth of your girlfriend after a long day of fighting crime. On a normal day, you would’ve called before showing up, or at least gone through the window instead of the front door. Today, though, you were too tired to care.
You knock tentatively on the door of Kate’s place; one knock, three knocks, two knocks to let her know it’s you. It takes about ten seconds for her to fling the door open and another three to get worried.
Studying your face, she says, “Oh, shit. Hard day?” She takes the mask in your hands and throws it somewhere on the couch as she guides you inside. All you can muster is a small nod, pure exhaustion taking over as you press your face into her shoulder. Her arms wrap around you and her hands gently play with your hair. That is, until she feels the blood seeping through your shirt.
She pulls away immediately to inspect the gash on your shoulder. “Holy fuck, babe. You have to stop getting hurt so badly.” She says it with some amusement, but the expression on her face reveals her fear.
You reach your hand up to rub at your eye. “‘It's fine,” you mumble. You figure the faster you can get her to stop worrying, the more hugs you can get, and the faster you can get the sleep you so desperately need. You put all your energy into smiling at her. She doesn’t buy it.
“Um, no. C’mon, we’ll go get you cleaned up,” she argues. You groan quietly, but she just tugs your hand towards the stairs. You quickly shuffle up to her and lean most of your body weight into her side, to which she happily wraps an arm around your waist and helps you up the stairs. You feel a little bad for making Kate practically carry you, but you’re too tired to walk on your own.
Kate places you gently on her bed and runs to grab some first aid supplies and a towel for your shoulder. You wait to lean back on her pillow until she comes back and places it under your wound so blood won’t get everywhere. Watching her sort through the bandages, you prop your head up on the headboard and smile to yourself; she looks pretty when she’s concentrating.
“Okay, here, let me do your face first,” she mutters, gently straddling your legs. You lean back to look up at her and feel your face get red at your proximity. This time, she grins at you. As gently as she can, Kate holds your cheek with one hand and begins to work the dirt and blood out of the small cuts littering your face, occasionally turning away to get a new band-aid or clean Q-tip. You stare into her watery blue eyes that scan you, her eyebrows that scrunch a little with focus, her cheeks that are painted a soft pink for the same reason as yours, her lips that are upturned in the smallest smile.
The way her fingers softly dance across your face makes you even sleepier than you were before, and your eyes start to fall closed every couple of seconds. The exhaustion hits you like a bus, worse than before and you can’t keep yourself awake despite how much you try.
Kate’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone. “You can sleep,” she murmurs, “I’m sort of almost done. Couple more minutes. I’ll try to be gentle so I don’t wake you up.” You don’t think she could be any more gentle than she already is, though. Your eyes drift fully shut as you feel her softly kiss your forehead, quickly falling asleep.
You wake up what can’t be more than thirty minutes later to Kate messing with your shirt sleeve. You lazily turn your head towards her hands, blinking confusedly. She quickly stops.
“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I need to fix the cut on your arm, but I didn’t want to take your shirt off while you were asleep, so I thought maybe I could just move your sleeve up, but it wasn’t really working and I didn’t want to wake you up but I guess you’re already awake so I just… uh… yeah,” she spits out. You can’t help the massive smile that grows on your lips at her; her nervous rambling, how she didn’t want to disturb your sleep or take your shirt off, the way she’s still being so soft with you. It makes you fall just a little more in love with her.
Her nervous expression fades into small giggles. She looks at her hands in her lap, quietly twisting her fingers together. She asks, “Is it okay if I take your shirt off? Just to fix your shoulder. I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
You nod silently, continuing to smile softly at her. She moves her hands to the hem of your suit’s top, gently pulling tight fabric over your head and chucking it into the hamper on the other side of the room. She quickly gathers her materials and starts examining the cut. 
“Stitches?” you whisper, fear lacing your small voice. You hate needles and especially didn’t want to get stitched up while you were so out of it. Fortunately, Kate shakes her head.
“No stitches, don’t worry,” she replies, beginning to clean and bandage the wound. You can’t help but admire everything about her for the 50th time tonight. You’re still sleepy, but your staring keeps you contentedly awake.
“All done,” Kate says, breaking you out of your trance. She moves her bandages and other tools to the side so she can take a good look at your arm, then your face. Her hand finds yours, thumb gently rubbing across your knuckles. You look up at her eyes to find her studying you, just as you had been studying her before. You can tell by the way her eyes flick downwards, only for a quick second, and the way they gaze back into yours when they return how desperate she is to kiss you. However eager she is, she knows just as much how exhausted you are and doesn’t want to push you. Regardless, your lips quirk upwards and you squeeze her hand softly to let her know it’s okay. 
She leans forward, pressing her lips to yours as softly as she can. You press a little closer to her to deepen the kiss, just enough for both of you to feel satisfied and bask in the other’s love.
You pull away after a minute or an hour, head spinning and heart pounding. Your hands are still interlocked in your laps and Kate keeps rubbing her thumb over your palm; back and forth, then circles, then tracing your name into your skin. You can almost feel all of her love seeping into you from the small act. You lose track of time again, sitting together and just being.
A yawn from you interrupts the quiet of the moment. Kate giggles at you and reaches behind herself to grab your set of pajamas from the foot of the bed. They’re not technically yours, since the set entirely consists of clothes you stole from her, but she would never dare ask for them back. She likes how you look in her shirt, anyway.
“Here, arms up,” she says. You lazily follow her directions, and she slips the old t-shirt over your head. Then, you work together to take off the rest of your hero suit and exchange it for old flannel pants.
Once you’re dressed, Kate flops on the bed next to you and you curl into her side, happy to finally get to sleep. She starts rubbing your back with one hand, the other picking up your hand again. You bury your face into the crook of her neck, not caring for the small cuts you aggravate. You feel like you can’t get close enough to her. You settle, and it’s quiet for a moment.
“You smell good,” you whisper, breaking the silence. It’s the first thing you’ve said in a while, you realize, since you’ve been too tired to speak. You felt like she needed to know, though, that she smells like home. It should be an odd mix: coconut shampoo, Old Spice deodorant, honey from tea she must have had earlier, yet, it’s so comfortingly Kate.
Kate giggles again. “Thank you. You also smell good,” she murmurs into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You know you don't; you smell like sweat and dirt. It’s nice that she’s nice, though. 
Her touch makes you so sleepy and comfy that you fall asleep within seconds, your hands still intertwined. Neither of you let go for the whole night.
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judehatesmaths · 4 months
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Okay but I've become obsessed with the song they dance naked together to: "I look at you"
I literally want to dance this with my significant other (non-existent) in our apartment (non-existent either)
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They're so in love
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kenknitit · 3 months
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guys guess my favorite ship guys
it’s really hard to guess >;3
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incorrect-pipravi · 6 months
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BREAKING NEWS! PIPRAVI HANGING OUT WITH THE BELL SISTERS!
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shelikesgirlz · 7 months
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Can we just take a minute to talk about how WIFEY Jane and Maura are in the end scene of 3.13????
Mauras little half wink when she tells Jane “You pretend to be a badass but you’re really a pushover”
She proves how she literally knows Jane inside out, and then fucking WINKS AT HER?? Hello?!?! And just the way they look at each other while they do the dishes and clean up together? Screams wives to me idk about y’all…
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avocadosockz · 8 months
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THIS FUCKING PHOTO MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME
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insanenorthwest · 6 months
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I think its funny how google knew exactly what I was talking about and what photo I was looking for when I put "alex turner cute little face brown little cow look where he looked adorable" into the search bar.
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sonic and shadow in sonic prime are so gay. you can see the rainbow energy vibrating off of them
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chaostified · 1 year
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By the logic of the Undertale mechanics Error must be STONKED. The dude has all the money in the world I tell you, man.
He has killed so many people, he probably has enough of a fortune to go live in a surface AU and it will be enough to last him his immortal lifespan.
Think about it... Error setting up a date for Ink and him in an AU unaware of the Multiverse's existence, being able to rent an entire restaurant just for the two of them because he doesn't like crowded spaces but Ink simply once voiced that they would like to have a date like that and Error couldn't resist but be a major simp and set up the date.
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shea-like-the-butter · 2 months
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Friday, February 23rd 2024
My obsession
It’s my creation
You’ll understand
It’s not important now
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miserye · 3 months
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The most beautiful tsurune edit
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klausysworld · 1 year
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JOSEPHHHH MY LOOOOOOVEEEE
In my eyes you never age, despite my family reminding me everyday, but I would wait a thousand years for you my dear.
I MISS YOU SO MUCH
COME BACK AND LIVE IN ENGLAND
ILL BUY HIM A BIG BIRTHDAY CAKE WITH A MILLION CANDLES AND ALL THAT JAZZ I PROMISE
ILL DRESS UP LIKE A PRESENT FOR HIM TO UNWRAP
JUST LET ME HAVE HIM
Sums up my thought process
Now
Seriously hope he has a great day and just gets to be himself instead of acting, I want him to have a day to himself where he’s happy ❤️❤️
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nameissmile · 16 hours
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I love my new discord them 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
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olli-is-a-fish · 6 months
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screaming rn
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viperbluesimp · 2 years
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Can somebody PLEASE tell me why Leo is such a bad bitch slay queen in rise??? Like MF canonly says "Big daddy" At some point and he is without a doubt THE sassiest turtle in the group.
Like they did his character so well I'm literally gushing with joy-
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lil-ol-shipper · 5 months
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One thing Marlene loves about Niki is his eyes, when he smiles his eyes light up and Marlene has to concentrate to even breathe.
Marlene loves it when Niki wears his sunglasses but every time he looks or talks to her he takes them off so she has the chance to see his eyes when they communicate with each other. She literally goes weak in the knees when he stares at her and smiles.
Niki loves Marlene's hair. Loves playing with it, running his hands through it, and washing it when they take showers together.
The reason why Marlene kept her hair up after she met Niki was because he loves seeing her hair down and out of the bun so whenever her hair is down it's when she's around him. She rarely has it down when Niki is not in the vicinity and doesn't show her hair down in front of anyone else.
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