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katebishopshands · 4 months

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A Nonsense Christmas 🎄

Kate Bishop/reader

“Lookin at you got me thinkin Christmas”

The holidays have really gotten to you. Busy with classes and the usual holiday shenanigans has led you to spending barely any time with your favorite archer. Christmas being her favorite time of year, Kate invites you over to help decorate her apartment , what kinds of nonsense could you two get into while you’re at it??

(18+, fluff and smut)

((Inspired by Sabrina Carpenters song of the same title))

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New York during Christmas time was both the most magical time of the year, and the worst. Between the typical holiday hustle and bustle and then the inflated tourist population that all come to gawk at the Rockefeller tree, the sidewalks were packed full.

Pushing and shoving your way through the crowd, you attempted to balance two cups of hot coffee in your hands without spilling. The typical carolers were out, men and women in Santa hats ringing bells for the Salvation Army. The wind licking at your nose, making it begin to lose feeling and turning it a bright red.

It was just a few more blocks to Kates apartment. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been over to hers. It was normally her coming over to your place as of recently. Between spending time with your family and your college finals, time for just you and Kate had become few and far between. You missed her, you really did. And with the superhero gig, it was hard to not be worried about her when you didn’t see her every day.

Having a superhero as a girlfriend was no easy feat, sometimes the only time you’d see her during the week was a quick glimpse of her on the news. Of course you talked daily, but you craved to be face to face with her for a little bit.

Kates building came into view. Her invite over was warmly welcomed, as she promised a night of takeout, decorating her apartment for Christmas and some quality time with each other. You could afford a night off of homework duty to spend it with Kate. Christmas was her favorite holiday after all.

“Guess who??” You said as your knuckle pressed the rusty, paint chipped buzzer that connected to Kates apartment.

“Oh my god !” Came through the buzzer, the last half of god being cut up so it sounded more like “ gof” .

Another buzzer sounded, signaling to you that the door was unlocked and you could head up.

Still very carefully, as you had two coffees in hand, you opened the door and made your way up. Not a ton of people lived in her complex, probably had something to do with the fact that it was above a dingy pizza parlor or the fact that Kate had literally doxed herself and gotten Molotov cocktails thrown through her windows last Christmas.

As you turned the corner to her hallway you could hear Christmas music playing from her unit. You chuckled to yourself as you continued down the hall to her door. A shitty “Merry Christmas!” welcome mat stared up at you as you stood infront of her apartment. You fumbled with your keys for a moment, finding the spare key Kate had given to you when you started dating. Inserting it into the lock, you let yourself in.

Kates back was turned to you, preoccupied with stringing a row of clumped up colored lights on the tree that sat in the corner of her living room. You smiled a little bit to yourself, as you watched her for a moment. She cursed quietly to herself as she found a knot of lights.

“Fuck” she muttered as she threw down the lights, accepting defeat.

“Katie…” you giggled, setting the coffee down on her kitchen counter.

Her head whips around, blue eyes locking onto yours. Before you know it she’s across the room. Her arms wrap around you, squeezing you close to her. She picks you up slightly, leaning back so your toes just barely graze the ground.

You breathe her in for a moment. She smells like clean laundry and her usual lavender chai perfume. She’s warm, she always is but it’s welcomed more than usual against your cold face and hands.

Kate sets you down, leaning back to get a better look at you. She’s all teeth as she grins at you.

Her hands go to your face, calloused fingers rubbing over your chilled cheeks. She’s kissing you. Sweet and slow. You kiss her back, letting yourself melt into her. Your hands finding a home in her hair monetarily.

“I missed you” she pulls away momentarily before going back in for another peck,

“So so much” she continues the next time she pulls away.

“I missed you too” you smile at her, letting one of your hands rest on her face.

She’s wearing a dark blue sweater and light jeans. Her dark hair is down in loose curls. Some festive reindeer antlers sit atop her head. She looks cute.

“You’re cold” Kate frowns at you , her arms wrapped around your waist, holding your hips flush together. You shake your head laughing a little,

“Well yeah, I walked here from class..and it’s December..in New York”

“Touché” Kate shrugs, removing her arms from your hips.

At this point Lucky had realized that you had arrived, getting up from his bed and wedging himself between you and Kate.

“Awh how’s my best boy?” You say as you kneel, making sure to scratch at his ears . Kate had put him in a festive bandana, red and green stripes popping on his golden coat.

“And you’re not gonna ask how your best girl is?” Kate feigns offense as she hangs your jacket up next to hers. You roll your eyes at her, standing up and brushing dust off your knees.

“And how is my best girl?” Hands on your hips as you look expectantly at her. You make sure to exaggerate your words to highlight how ridiculous she’s being

“Much better now that you’re here” she wraps an arm around your waist again, pressing another kiss to your lips.

She’s smiles into it, and you do too. Just existing in her apartment with her eases you a bit. Feeling like some form of normalcy has been regained.

“Mhm, I got you something” you say as you pull away, reaching over to grab her her drink.

“Shut up” she says as she takes the hazelnut latte from your hand. She lets go of you for a moment, only to grab onto your hand and guide you over to her living room.

That was one of your favorite things about Kate, her want and almost need to always be touching you in someway. It was so sweet. Either her nonchalantly holding your hand, playing with your fingers as you sat on the couch, playing with your hair. It was disgustingly endearing and sweet, as was much of your relationship with her.

“So we kinda have a problem” Kate sips on her drink as she looks from the pile of lights on the floor to you.

“I didn’t untangle them before I put them on the tree, and now I have a giant knot, and I think we have to take all the lights off to get the knot out” she grins at you, it’s a shit eating one.

“Katie…” you sigh at her, already defeated . She takes another sip of her drink and smiled at you again,

“I love you” she says and she hands you the light clump.

“Mhm…sure you do” you groan taking the lights from her hand. She practically vibrates with excitement as she pecks your cheek as a thank you.

It takes you two at least an hour to untangle and remove the lights from the tree. It would’ve taken half that time but Kate had decided that undoing the knot was a two player game, and let’s just say that knot undoing was not Kate’s strong suit.

You catch up on each others lives, asking Kate about Clint and if the mysterious Yelena had made an appearance in her life yet again.

Kate’s convinced that she made Yelena up in her head because she hasn’t seen or heard from her since Christmas last year, but you’re not convinced. Rolling with avengers pulls all kinds of sketchy characters, so it’s perfectly believable that Kate had met a real life black widow assassin.

“And how were your classes today?” Kate looks up from placing an ornament on the tree. You groan, not wanting to relive the hard day of finals you had.

“The worst. I think that professor is going to fail me”

Kate scoffs.

“That’s literally impossible, you’re like the smartest girl ever” her gaze softens as she looks at you.

“I dunno, this professor really thinks the opposite of that” you shrug, continuing to decorate the tree. Kate sighs and rolls her eyes, making her way over to you. She wraps her arms around your center and rests her head on your shoulder . You give a content sigh as you rock slightly with Kate, continuing to decorate the tree. She hums along to whatever Christmas song is playing on her speaker, eyes closed.

You lose track of how long you stand like that, it could’ve been hours and you were more than alright with that. Kate stirs a bit. Her hands beginning to travel upwards. Eventually landing on your tits.

“Pervert” you mutter, but let her have her fun.

“What can I say, I missed them” she gropes you a bit. It had been so long since you were able to have some true one on one time with Kate. The slightest touch from her was able to get you all hot and bothered.

“Is that all you missed, Katie?”

She hums, letting her hands find their way under your sweatshirt.

“No..” she kisses at your neck,punctuating a few of her kisses with squeezes to your breasts. A small moan slips out.

“I missed your noises” another noise escapes your mouth.

“Shit..” you mumble.

Kate turns you around , only separating your mouths for a mere second before reconnecting your lips. She’s pushing her tongue into your mouth. Her hands now clutched at your hips, yours intertwined with her black locks.

“Kate..” you whine pulling away.

“What?” She looks at you slightly annoyed. A lazy smile grows on her face as she chases you for another kiss. You pull away, dodging her kiss.

“What about the tree?” You look towards her half decorated tree. She rolls her eyes.

“Can wait, need you now” Kate dives into you. You give into her, ripping the antlers off her head. As cute as they were, they were getting in the way of more important business. Kate eagerly strips herself of the sweater she wore, leaving her in a purple sports bra.

“I like your bra” you smirk. She giggles a little before grabbing at your sweatshirt.

“Your turn” she says before pulling it swiftly over your head. You shiver a bit, nipples perking up at the cold air that washed over your body.

“You look cold, babe” Kate’s working kisses down your neck, your arms lazily thrown over her shoulders.

“Lemme warm you up” she chuckles lowly into your ear. You can’t help but groan at her awful flirtations.

“Oh gag !” You half groan half moan as she manhandles you towards her couch. She’s desperately clawing at your leggings. You shimmy out of them as you make your way over, leaving a trail of clothing in your wake. Kate pops the button on her jeans and you help her out of them. She’s in nothing but her bra, a seamless thing and some stupid fuzzy socks that have snowmen on them.

They stare up at you two and you pause for a moment, before Kate gives a mortified look and rips them off. She bunches them off and tosses them behind her

“One more layer” she’s wiggling her eyebrows at you. You bite your lip at her and pull on your underwear a little.

“Unwrap your present baby” you punctuate your words with a snap of your underwear. Kate moans as she grips them, pulling them down so quickly you could’ve sworn they ripped.

“Katie! Be gentle, I like this pair!” You scoff at her, astounded that she’d be so careless with your belongings.

“I’ll buy you a new pair” she’s kissing you again, and shoving you down on her worn leather couch. You moan at the subtle flex of her money . It shouldn’t be hot, but it is.

Kate gets you laying down on the couch, head resting on the armrest. She’s sat on her knees in between your thighs, legs spread just enough so she can sit pretty there.

She’s so gorgeous. Kiss stained lips, pupils blown, all lean muscles and abs. Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. She looks like she could eat you alive.

She’s kissing you again. Her hands starting at your breasts, leaving teasing touches all the way down to your exposed core. Her fingers play with your clit and you whine into her.

“There you go” Kate knows how you like it. Rapid circles on your nub as she kisses you stupid.

She’s sucking marks under your jaw. Your hands pushing her head deeper into your body as she makes her way down your body.

Kate teases a finger into your cunt. Your back arches upwards at her touch. Barely any prep but yet you were already soaking from a few hot and heavy kisses with Kate.

Kate mouths at your throat, licking a stripe up it as she pumps her fingers in and out, thumb still toying with your clit.

“Oh my god” you moan out, Kate slips another finger into your pussy.

“Feel good?” She giggles at you, having taken her mouth off of your neck to sit back and admire you. You nod your head frantically at her. The familiar pressure of an orgasm already beginning to blossom in your core.

It never takes long with Kate, she essentially has your body committed to memory. Plus it had been so long since the two of you were actually able to bang, you were itching to release for her.

“More please” your hand grabs at Kate’s face. Dark red nails popping against her pale skin. She grins at you before turning and kissing your thumb ever so gently.

“Such good manners, even said please. Someone’s on the nice list this year” she snorts at her own joke before she slides down to lay on her stomach. Her knees are bent, feet in the air. She kicks her feet back and forth as she peppers your thighs with kisses. Kate bishop is about to eat you out and she’s kicking her feet like a school girl writing in her diary.

She plants a hand on one of your hips, anchoring you down so you can’t squirm away from her. Kate begins with licking a fat stripe up your cunt. A guttural, almost animalistic sound claws its way out of your mouth. She smiles into you, you can feel it. Her lips attach to your clit, sucking.

You’re grabbing at her hair, her black tresses weaving themselves between the manicure that she had payed for on your fingers.

Kate lips and sucks your folds, letting her tongue occasionally prod into your hole. Your hips buck into her face. She groans into you, her hand on your hip regaining its leverage as it holds you down again. You tug on Kate’s hair again, it makes her moan into you, causing a chain reaction in your body. You throw your head back against the arm rest of the couch, Kate’s name falling from your lips.

“I know baby, I know” Kate looks up at you, her jaw coated in your slick. You bite your hand in an effort to contain the noise that threatened to push past your lips.

Kate dives back in, licking your pussy with a fire in her belly. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was spelling her name with her tongue.

You moan as her tongue dances over your clit.

She’s reaching up to play with your tits.

You’re pulling on her hair, forcing her face into your cunt as your release approaches.

You’re gushing onto Kate’s face, and she’s drinking it up.

She licks you clean through your orgasm, and then she’s back up on her knees. She’s smiling at you like a kid on Christmas morning and this is the best gift she’s ever received.

Kate almost rips off her own underwear. She tosses them towards the trail of clothing you two had left by the tree. You’re catching her drift before she even speaks a word.

You sit up, crashing your lips against hers. Christmas music still plays over her speaker. It’s some new song artist you’ve never really heard of before. It sounds kinda like a regular song you’ve heard a few times before.

Lookin at you got me thinkin Christmas

You grab at Kate’s hips, guiding her to sit over your bare thigh. You do the same as she slides hers under your cunt. As soon as Kate’s center makes contact with your thigh, she’s grinding down on you. She’s humping your leg like a damn dog in heat.

You rock your hips with her, attempting to find a pace with her but Kate is too lost in her own pleasure to want to compromise her speed. You laugh at her a little. Her hair sticks up slightly, her lips are swollen and her blue eyes are blown over by her lust filled pupils.

She’s panting, staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. You reach for her pretty little clit while you ride her thigh. Eventually you rock together in unison, your moans drowning out the pop stars song on the speaker. Kate leans forward when you fingers meet her clit. Her sweaty forehead sticking to your shoulder as she pants. She presses a few kisses to your skin there, making you shudder a little.

You can feel Kate soaking your thigh, your ministrations on her clit continuing. You’re so lost in your own rutting and getting Kate off, you almost miss her reaching down off the couch for something. Her hands dangle off the furniture as she searches blindly. You slow your rocking, pulling your fingers away from Kate. She hisses a little before finding what she was looking for.

The reindeer antlers.

She ruts into you a little harder, a grin plastered on her flushed face. Her clit catches on your thigh and she gasps a little. She leans forward, pecking your lips.

She places the antlers on your head.

Kate pulls away, admiring her work.

“My pretty girl” she’s slurs. Her eyes are half lidded and her hair hangs in her face.

You surge forward, kissing her. Your hands grip the sides of her face as you grind down on her thigh, the particular thrust bumping your clit and allowing a moan to slip out of your mouth and into Kate’s.

You don’t even care about the stupid antlers on your head. You want to cum all over Kate’s thigh, so much so that she’ll be cleaning you off of her couch for weeks to come.

Kate’s hands go to your tits, reaching under your bra. She tweaks your nipples a little and you jump and thrust them further into the archers calloused hands.

Kate groans into your mouth. Her humping is becoming sporadic as she chases her high, as do yours. It’s only a matter of a slap to her firm ass and a tug to her hair and Kate’s hips are stuttering to a halt. She soaks your thigh, kissing you all the way through it.

Kate continues fondling your tits, moving her mouth down your neck. She bites, and it’s all over. You’re cumming on her and the couch.

You ride your orgasm for a bit longer, continuing to move your hips until you can’t anymore. You fall forward, your face meeting Kate’s chest. The antlers slid back a little as they hit Kate in the face. She attempts to blow them out of her face like she would a hair.

Kate grabs you tight and leans backwards, laying down the opposite way you were earlier.

Your head’s still on her chest as she rubs your back a little, playing with the hair that touches your back.

You’re both catching your breath. You press a couple kisses to her clothed chest, and then a couple to her neck, and the you’re grabbing her face and kissing her cheeks.

“Okay okay!” She giggles at you before she presses a soft kiss to your lips.

Kate’s Christmas music plays in the background as you both look out one of her windows. It started snowing again.

Kate tears the antlers off your head, tired of them hitting her face.

“I’m really surprised they stayed on” she thinks aloud, still playing with your hair. You snuggle into her deeper, putting your arm over her middle.

“Honestly same, it’s kinda impressive”

“I know!!”

You and Kate both erupt into laughter, because why wouldn’t you. You just had mind blowing sex on her couch and you’re talking about the probability of felt reindeer antlers staying on your head while you rode her thigh.

You sigh, looking up at her again, happy to just be with her in the moment.

“Merry Christmas, Katie”

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mysadblacksoul · 2 months

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Twenty One Pilots - Overcompensate theories (whoo!)

It's a face of someone who put so much lore in the MV that I genuinely don't know where to start

Pt.1 - MV

So the MV takes place right after the end of The Outside MV, pretty easy - logical Now are we relly back in Trench? Seing all the maps, and the way back from The Outside to Jumpsuit? Tracing back the map? Being welcomed? lol. no

Tyler (or Clancy, am I deadnaming him now???) is using the powers, that were mentioned in I Am Clancy video and the one that Ned gave him in The Outside MV As we can see Bishops still wants him to lure people, to make them surrender to live how the Bishops wants them to

So since Tyler is just using someone else to pretend that it's him we can assume that Josh is also a projection

Why is Josh here? Maybe as a representative of Banditos

Now we play heavily in the symbolism of mask. Of course mask symbolizes the difference between a fictitious identity and a real identity. But here we can see something interesting. If Tyler is taking off his mask he is his true self, yet if someone else tries to take it off you can see a different person

So let's see what the hell is Tyler even doing in the MV itself. Well he is doing both jobs. On the surfice, he is doing what the Bishops wants him to. But actually he is showing people some kind of code. (I am sure that all the gestures weren't just a silly choreography). He is showing them his true self (no mask) and giving a presentation on the secrets of Dema. I believe he is sharing the information that normal people were never supposed to know

Like the lyrics of Shy away, he is trying to "Just break the cycle in half". Break people's belief in the religion that the Bishops created and to ultimately take away their power

And after the lesson in the backrooms (lol I don't know how to word it differently) people have tape on their shoulders. But not only the red one. We can se the yellow tape. The legendary Bandito's tape

But what is the meaning of the end? For me people were so used to following the rulers, the rules and doing what they were told that after changing their mindset about the Bishops they still felt the need to follow somebody. That somebody will be Clancy

other small details will be nine red lights for nine Bishops

Tyler having a symbol for the band logo

So is Tyler tring to break the cycle from the very core? Well maybe, for sure what he does now is a complete diversion

Boy is ready to take a revenge, he even brought his best buddy to help

Pt. 2 - Lyrics

We need to start by translating the intro for sure so:

Diese kleine unheimliche Insel hat mich zu einer Waffe gemacht (From German) - This scary little island has turned me into a weapon

Wir glauben beide (From German) - We both believe

Cette petite île étrange a fait de moi une arme (From French) - This scary little island has turned me into a weapon

Nous croyons tous les deux que nous pouvons l'utiliser pour changer l'élan de cette guerre (From French) - We both believe we can use it to change the momentum of this war

So this is pretty much what we know from I Am Clancy video. Tyler and his powers are used by the Bishops to cause harm

And we already saw that first line, which comes from Clancy’s letter from 2022 posted on the dmaorg.info website.

I created this world / To feel some control /Destroy it if I want / So I sing, "sahlo folina" / "Sahlo folina" - This part comes from Bandito. It could be the call for Banditos, to tell them to beware of what is going on. Or it is the way of teaching the people the special code - which sahlo folina is for sure a part of

Earned my stripes - he earned his position in the city, possibly because of his powers

Bless your ear holes while you react, acting / Gobsmacked - maybe people were sent to this place by the Bishops to mess with their brains, but since Tyler is talking about something different to them they are confused

I feel like I was just here, same twitchin' in my eyes - he started just like those people, brainwashed with no sense of reality

Don't sleep on a boy who can fall asleep twice / In the same night - so he can die twice? Or maybe it is the dig that he is working on both sides, just undercovered

and won't hesitate / To maybe overcompensate - simply, Tyler is ready to kick some Bishops' asses and take revenge for everything wrong they ever did to him and other people

I said I fly by the dangerous bend symbol - the symbol that Bishops were making in Nico and the Niners Mv OR The symbol that Tyler uses (what he makes with his hands) is dangerous for Bishops, because it is a sign of rebellion OR (This one makes the most sense) it's U+2621 ☡ CAUTION SIGN, which was created by no other than Nicolas Bourbaki group of mathematicians. Nico is very important, since in Morph we have the lyrics of "He goes by Nico / He told me I'm a copy". So was Nico the first one to discover Clancy's powers?

And then by the time I catch in my peripheral - the peripheral vision is what you can see to each side or up and down without moving your head, or everything that you can see that isn't in your central vision. The peripheral vision might be the same as the rearview from Choker. So this is everything that he saw in Dema on accident, all the secrets that he cought with his eye. Once he saw them he is ready to change everything

Where am I from? I was born right here, just now / Originated right in front of your eyes - Clancy is from Dema, simple as that. He is the citizen and the escapee

If you can't see, I am Clancy, prodigal son - the reference to The Bible. Prodigal Son is "a man or boy who has left his family in order to do something that the family disapprove of and has now returned home feeling sorry for what he has done". Tyler for sure returned, bus is he really sorry? Or the Bishops made him act like he is?

Done running, come up with Josh Dun / Wanted dead or alive - JOSH DUN MENTIONED. But also comming to Trench with Josh could be a sign that Clancy wants people to see that Banditos are not bad people. Not someone who you should fear

So now you pick who you serve, you bow to the masses - make a choice if you gonna change your life or stay in the circle of madnesss

Half empty, half full, save half of your taxes - again, make a choice weather you're gonna think positively or negatively (glass half empty/half full)

Then overtake your former self - become a better person, better version of yourself and live your truth

Days feel like a perfect length / I don't need them any longer, but for goodness sake - just a perfect condition to make a change

Do the years seem way too short for my soul, corazón / Way too short for my soul, corazón - it is the reference to all the years Tyler lost while working and living in Dema

A wild ride, as always...

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yelenasdiary · 6 months

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For Flufftober 🤭

It's Kate's and Readers first Halloween together as a couple. The two spend the whole day at home handing out candy for the trick or treaters. Kate is the one who is handing out the candy while Reader bakes some cookies and other stuff for the Avengers Halloween party that they're going to at night. The two dress up in a couples costume (you can pick whichever one you want) before they head to the avengers compound.

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Trick or Treat

Pairing: Kate Bishop x GN! Reader

Summary: You and Kate spend your first Halloween together.

Warnings: Smut implied? But other than that, none | 1.7K

AC: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for requesting it, it was so fun to write! x

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Halloween, a spooky day for all small and tall. Kate, your girlfriend, had spent the night at your small townhouse home and of course she had brought Lucky. Kate turned your house into a nicely decorated house that screamed your name all over it into something that Claire from Modern Family would most definitely approve of. It was your first Halloween together and she had invited you to join her at the Avenger's compound later tonight for a Halloween party that Wanda and Nat had planned out, mostly Wanda of course.

Kate secretly loved that you lived in a family orientated neighborhood, given that her apartment was on top of a pizzeria, she doesn't get any excited children knocking on her door trick or treating. A large pumpkin shaped plastic bowl sat on the dresser by the front door, overflowing with candy and treat sized chocolate bars for Kate to hand out while you baked some Halloween themed cookies and cupcakes for the party later on.

"Look at you Lucky!" you smiled widely as he sat at your feet, tail wagging while wearing a horse saddle costume finished with a fake wig, Kate entered the kitchen in a red wig with a single plait hanging off her shoulder topped with a red cowgirl hat.

"Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!" Kate says with a put-on country accent while swirling a lasso, "You found Woody! Good job Bullseye!" she added. You couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable the cowgirl was, "I bet you've been waiting all month to say that" you replied.

"You bet ya!" Kate placed her lasso on the countertop and gently pulled you in for a kiss. Since Kate went a teeny bit overload with the Halloween decorations, she suggested that you, Lucky and her dress up a little more child friendly when she noticed just how many younger children lived in your neighborhood and who doesn't love Toy Story right?

With Lucky dressed as Bullseye, you as Woody and Kate as Jessie, it was almost criminal not to get as many photos together as possible. Kate didn't only have a great eye when it came to her archery but also when it came to her photography. She set up her digital camera in front of a blue back drop and set the timer for 10 seconds. The three of you posed for a few photos before Kate heard the doorbell ring, her first trick or treater for the day!

"Twick or Tweet!" A small child no older than 4 smiled with his candy bag open wide, he was dressed as Miguel from Disney's Coco. "Happy Halloween little dude!!" Kate smiled as she kindly put 3 pieces of candy into his little bag. "Thank you!" He waved before he turned to walk back towards his parents who waited protectively at the end of the walkway, they smiled at Kate before she closed the door.

"Looks like you've got the door covered, I'll get a start on the cookies" you gave Kate a little tilt of your cowboy hat before making your way to the kitchen.

Every few minutes the doorbell would ring through the house and Kate would answer it with Lucky sitting beside her feet. The kids said the iconic line before they noticed that Lucky was also dressed up, he got plenty of pats and Kate even showed them a trick that she had taught him recently. Lucky would carefully pick up 2 pieces of candy from the bowl and place it in the kids candy stash.

"Bishop! Get your fingers away from the icing mixture!" you scolded as you took the try of freshly baked gooey chocolate chip cookies, placing the on the countertop for cooling before putting a second tray into the oven.

"I didn't even do anything!" Kate lied, licking the tip of her index finger. You turned and shook your head at her, "you can help decorate them when their ready and after, you can eat the left-over icing" you offered before you made a start on making cupcake mixture.

Kate was just about to distract you by wrapping her arms around you from behind when the doorbell rang again, and she was out of the kitchen faster than you could blink. It wasn't long before she was back, hovering around you waiting for a spare moment to capture your lips in a kiss.

Once the cupcake mixture was made, you began to pour some into the cupcake cups. Kate grabbed a teaspoon as you did so and scraped some mixture out of the bowl before quickly dabbing some of it on the tip of your nose. She chuckled proudly before leaving the spoon clean of mixture while you shook your head playfully at her and placed the bowl on the countertop, "come here" you looked up at her. You dipped your finger into the mixture and waited for Kate to come closer before you wiped it on her left cheek.

"Don't waste it!!" Kate joked as she dipped her finger into the mix and wiped a strip of mixture from your forehead, over your nose and to your lips. "Says you!" you raised a brow only to be shushed by Kate kissing you deeply, "well" you smiled against her lips, "I guess if you do that again it'll make up for it" you added.

Kate didn't hesitate to kiss you once more, the taste of red valet cupcake mixture on her lips reminded you of the slight mess that she had just made on your face. Another ring of the doorbell broke your kiss but seeing the excitement on Kate's face every time the doorbell rang was enough to keep you from giving her a pout.

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"Baby, we're gonna be late!" you call out as you look at the time on your phone. The cookies and cupcakes were decorated and ready to take over to the compound in Tupperware. Kate and you had changed costumes, Kate called this one Murders Ken & Barbie. "I'm ready!" Kate walked out of your bedroom in a black suit with a pink undershirt paired with some black shoes, her hair tied back with some loose strands rounding her face, fake blood markings on her face and neck added to the murder look.

"Babe, you're drooling" Kate chuckled as you were stunned at how great your girlfriend looked. You wore Barbie's iconic pink and white gingham dress with a couple of steams of fake blood to add to the effect. "I'm sorry, but god damn it!" you replied. Kate pulled you closer to her, "Thank you Barbie, you look rather dashing yourself!" she spoke, softly smiling at you.

"Do we really have to do to this party?" you asked, your mind racing with other ideas. Kate caught on quickly to your train of thought and lightly bit her bottom lip, "and miss this chance to show you off? I don't think so" she replied before kissing you softly, "besides, you've got all night to get me out of this suit" she added with a wink.

#yelenasdiary asks #🌊 anon #fanfiction #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #flufftober #hawkeye #marvel

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doppel-doodles · 21 days

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Since everyone is making their own little version of the characters I thought I would join the fun for my Fallen crown Au! These were supposed to be quick little sketches just to get some ideas down but they still took me the whole day:'D will probably change as I draw them but I wanted at least something down on for the time being and I do like how most turned out!

Single versions plus some info and ramblings about each under cut for those interested:

My lamb was mainly based on both, yes the actual player character but also the vibes of my own plathrough which were very "oh god who let this child be in charge?-" while I'll still mostly just call them Lamb I figured they should still have a proper name so I went with my friends @/tamaruaart suggestion as it suits them rather nicely! And most note worthy detail is honestly just the fact that they carry something from each bishops realm on their person now, I like to think they treat those items like little trophies:>

Narinder is probably my weakest I feel like, he definitely needs something to give him some extra "ompf!". I basically made his undertaker fit a sorta reverse or at least loosely inspired by his white robes in game. I imagine he is very boney or a straight up skeleton underneath so he covers it all up beneath heavy fabrics, but because I lack subtly I still covered him in bones regardless-

And yea I kept the veil cause 1. It's a look and 2. It coviently covers up his now sewn shut third eye.

There wasn't much reason behind making him an undertaker, I simply thought it suited him, when your the former god of death you aren't exactly squeamish around corpses. Lastly the dark blues are there to contrast the other followers warm tones, as they kinda seen him as an outcast which is just fine for narinder he isnt exactly thrilled to be here.

I'll put Leshy and Heket together as they were sorta designed as a set.Since they are both youngest among the bishops I sorta latched onto the headcanon that they get along pretty well and just stick together after getting into the cult so they just share a lot of their duties. So I gave them some matching elements like the puffy shorts but also stuff that contrasts like Leshy having looser clothing and Hekets being more tight. Or Heket getting working gloves with a little belt to hold tools plus a hat for the sun, meanwhile Leshy will happily dig through the dirt bare clawed in the sun for hours-

I debated on giving Heket an apron but honestly I think she would only wear one while cooking or tending the farm plots there is no reason for her to wear it casually, the gloves though stay for I reason I utterly love because its PETTY-

Literally the only reason she keeps them on almost constantly is because when the lamb asks she can be like "ew, I'm not touching you with my bare hands." Yes, my humour is broken moving on-

I also gave Leshy a cane just so he actually has something to feel around with when he is areas he isn't too familiar with so he isn't running into crap- on that note, Heket can speak a bit but not exactly loud or for a very long time without seriously hurting her throat, once I properly learn it I definitely wanna draw her using sign language.

Lastly bodies, Leshy was based off a previous drawing I made of him in bishop form, I simply made it less monsterous but he is in charge of chaos so he had to remain a creature- Heket is more straight forward, she is a frog and she is large and in charge.

There was one reason why I made Shamura a tailor and that was the mental image of them sewing the bishops clothes when they were younger and dressing them up all cute.

I went for more pink colors mainly because I thought it better suited the purple and would make their red eyes pop! Honestly I really love their colors they remind me of a Berry! I've drawn shamura before but honestly the only things that stuck were the colors,face and then also the hand markings I did tweak their eyes a bit I wanted something more stern feeling.

For clothing I kept everything nice and loose, while they are the tailor I also love the idea that in their spare time they either teach the youths in the cult or are like the champion of the fighting pit because war is also their domain and they can be- so I wanted them dressed pretty comfy to deal with whatever may come! But still keep everything pretty mature and mildly fancy maybe in the future I'll do some fancy gold and silver embroidery to the pants because of that.

As for body type I wanted them to be pretty thin but unlike Narinder who is twink material under his cloak they have a bit more bulk on top to show that they can choose violence if they so wish-

I adore me some pathetic but still serving men, honestly except for the cross on his belt I completely ignored the fact I made him a medic- If he needs to treat something gross he can throw something over to protect his clothes but just like Heket there is no reason for him to wear that while not working.

Otherwise my main goal was simply to make Kalamar look pretty and fancy. I debated on either short or long bottoms until I realized I'd have to figure out his tentacle situation, then realized I don't hate myself THAT MUCH so bro got put into a floor length gown, work smarter not harder kids.

If I have an excuse to give a character a shawl I will take it so fast.

His body type I mainly wanted to flesh out the roster so I tried making him very squishy and huggable looking, I debated on thinner so he looked more dangly and stretchy but that made him kinda to similar to Narinders build for my liking.

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fairlyang · 4 months

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Present 🏹

in which kate unwraps her present

w/c: 2.8K

pairing: kate bishop x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. fluffy at first, horrendous ugly xmas sweaters, flips a switch, teasing, groping, grinding, fingering, sweet aftercare, more fluff, matching jammies and hats, hot chocolate

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You were sitting in your living room reading a book with Lucky napping on your leg and Christmas music playing softly in the background when suddenly the front door bursts open. In comes your girlfriend Kate with loads of bags in her hands.

She dumps them on the floor then closes the door before pointing at them with a wide smile. "I got you something." She says and goes through her bags unsure which one to show you first.

"This won't be good." You mumble petting Lucky's head before he jumped down to greet her while you closed your book and put it on the coffee table.

"Hey buddy!" She exclaims pulling away from her bags to play with him.

His tail was wagging back and forth since he hadn't seen her all day because she was out shopping without you. There was no one to babysit him and she didn't want him to stay home by himself while you both shopped for hours. She feels too bad.

So you told her to go by herself which you would soon regret.

She pulls away and opens a bag, digging in it for a few seconds before taking out a sweater for Lucky. She gasps and holds it up to him, he excitedly sat down waiting for her to put it on.

She takes off the price tag and quickly slips it on him with ease. "Go show mama your new sweater!!" She says and points to you.

He quickly runs up to you and does a little twirl before sitting down, tail still wagging, tongue happily out. His sweater made it seem like he was an elf, with cute little red and green cotton balls on it.

"You look so handsome Lucky." You said and scratched behind his ears which made him tilt his head to the side.

"I knew I had to get him a few things and absolutely adored that sweater!!" She says excitedly, taking tags off what looks to be a bunch of toys.

"You have great taste baby." You coo, taking a quick glance at her, and fixing the collar on Lucky's shirt.

She then dumped brand new toys she got him onto the floor. "Santa!!!" She yells and squeezes the toy's belly, making a loud squeak noise that instantly got his attention.

He sprinted towards her and grabbed the toy out of her hands before running off to some other part of the apartment, toy still getting squeaked.

Kate turned towards you, holding something behind her back. "I got you the best thing I've laid my eye on." She says, standing up and walking over to you.

"That's only making me nervous Katie." You chuckle and she shrugs.

"I promise you'll love it." She replies and takes a seat next to you.

She then moves her hands and places a sweater on your lap. You grab it and hold it up only to burst out laughing.

"Now Kate-"

"Please try it on! Pretty please." She pleads, giving you your best puppy dog eyes which you couldn't deny.

"Fine." You mumble and get up, walking towards your shared bedroom.

You tried to take a peak at the other bags she had before she quickly spun you around and made you go to the direction of your room. "No peaks!!!" She exclaims, pointing a finger at your face.

"Ugh fine! All I'm saying is you better have an ugly sweater too." You groan and she gives you a thumbs up.

You walk away, entering your bedroom and closing it shut before taking a closer look at the sweater.

And of course it was an ugly Christmas one.

Because Kate bought it.

It was a red sweater with white snowflakes all over it, with green stripes along the entire collar, cuffs of the sleeves, and the bottom of the sweater. But worst of all it had a big gold bow on the entirety of the chest with a gold strip right through the middle.

Oh but the absolute cherry on top was the "You're welcome" tag attached to the bow.

How the hell Kate always found the weirdest of sweaters ever is beyond your knowledge. And how she finds worse ones after every year....

You sigh and take off the hoodie you snatched from her side of the closet before leaving it on the dresser. You then slip the sweater on and pray it wasn't itchy.

It surprisingly wasn't but it felt almost heavy? There was just so much going on and the colors were atrocious.

Sure it was the colors of Christmas but it couldn't be a sage green? Forest green?

It was all way too bright but the things you'd do for Kate....

You took a deep breath then let it out before opening the door and going back to the living room only to find Kate with her back to you.

"I swear to god Kate Bishop if yours isn't as ugly as this one-" you start but she turns around, shutting you up.

Your eyes widened and you brought a hand to cover your mouth.

And there was your lovely incredible Christmas loving girlfriend in an ugly Christmas sweater.

Somehow more ridiculous than yours but it was the tiniest bit cute on her.

So it technically wasn't fair.

She moved her hair back and grinned, "what do you think?"

"It's.... Ugly?" You say unsure what she wanted to hear.

It had different blue and white patterns along the top and bottom, with thick red strips along the collar, cuffs and bottom of it. But what made hers so.. different was the fact that there was a Santa on it.

With his sleigh.

And physical plushie reindeers flying it.

And colorful pom poms along the sleeves.

It was truly horrendous but the reindeer, the most ridiculous part of the entire sweater, somehow made it look cute.

Maybe only because it was Kate that was wearing it and you thought she looked good in absolutely everything...

"I don't even wanna know where you got them." You cut off the silence and she chuckles before taking a step forward towards you.

"Not like I'd tell you anyway!" She teases before reaching up and tugs on two strands of your bow.

"S'cute." She mumbles under her breath making you snort.

"Yeah right." You groan making her laugh.

"You make it look cute, pretty girl." She coos, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

But her reindeer then poke your chest and stomach making her pull away slightly. "I do have other actual cute things for us but I just had a thought..." she mumbles, leaning in towards your neck.

She left a soft kiss on your skin, not caring about your sweaters bothering each other. "And what's that baby?" You ask quietly, already having a slight idea.

"I wanna unwrap my present." She murmurs against your skin making you let out a sigh.

"Don't gotta say it twice." You breathe out and she hums, kissing up to your ear then nibbling on your earlobe.

"You're so gorgeous." She murmurs as she pulls away and quickly grabs your hand leading you to your bedroom.

"Eager much?" You tease making her groan as you walk into your room.

She closes the door and pushes you against it, slipping her leg between yours and with her hands gripping your hips. "Acting as if you don't want me to." She coos and gives you a little pout.

"You're such a tease." You whine and she grins.

"Good." She mumbles before going back to your neck but this time immediately sucking on your skin then leaving a wet kiss on it before finding another area to mark.

You moaned as she left another mark and your hands made their way to her hair, slightly pulling on it how she likes it. "So did you- j-just see this sweater and thought of this?" You stutter making her chuckle and pull away.

"Kind of. I know you appreciate a good dirty joke." She says with a smirk on her face.

"So are you gonna unwrap your present?" You ask lightly fluttering your lashes at her and she only shrugs before grabbing your hand, bringing you to the bed.

"I will.. but first I wanna see something." She says and you both walk to the edge of the bed.

"Lemme just see something really quick.." she mumbles and gets on the floor.

She brings her hands up to the waistband of your sweats and she pulls them down all the way. You step out of them and she whistles. "I'm so lucky."

"Speaking of-"

"He's fine!"

"Now back to where we were before..." she says and walks behind you.

Her hands were all over your body, the bow making noises that irked your ears but as soon as she started groping your tits you didn't mind.

Your ass was directly on her crotch now and you did what you had to and started grinding on her as she squeezed your tits. "Mmm Kate." You moan and she grinds her hips against you making you both moan.

"Bet you're already all soaked for me, aren't you baby?" She whispers in your ear as she pinched your nipples softly.

You moan and lay your head back against her, she leans her cheek against it as you relaxed into her arms. You continue your grinding making her groan and hump against you. "God you're driving me crazy baby." She moans and goes back to kneading your tits.

"Please-"

Without another word she grabbed you and put you on the bed with her jumping right behind you, literally.

"I wanna try something a little different okay?" She says and you nod.

"Just need you."

"I know baby, I know." She coos in your ear as she helps you get comfortable between her legs.

She makes you kind of lay your back against her then slowly starts trailing her fingers over your body. You lean your head back and buck your hips up already wanting her touch so desperately.

"Patience my love." She coos in your ear making you whine.

But she decided to be nice this time and gives in. Her right hand goes straight down to your already spread legs and her fingers start trailing up and down your soaked slit.

She bites her lips not expecting this much wetness already but then again it was you. And you'd get wet from the littlest of things.

You just loved Kate's touch so much.

And your dampened panties were proof of it.

"Katie please, I need you so badly." You whine and she hums.

You reached down and moved your panties to the side which made Kate chuckle before dipping her fingers in and instantly feeling your arousal soak her fingers.

You moaned and bucked your hips up but Late brought her left hand down and placed it against your stomach to somewhat stop your movements.

"Poor baby already so needy." She coos as the sounds of your wet cunt fill the room.

"Katie." You moaned and felt your eyes roll back as she teased your entrance with the tip of her finger.

"Shh it's okay baby, I've got you." She murmurs and slips two fingers in making you gasp.

Your left arm went to clasp hers which she was happy to see, you were just so cute wanting to continue touching her.

She slides her fingers in slowly then pulls them right back out making you whine until she brought said fingers up to your fingers which you subconsciously opened.

She slipped her fingers into your mouth and you closed your eyes, tasting yourself while you sucked on them. "Good girl." She purred making you moan against her fingers.

"Such a good girl for me." She whispers, giving you a kiss on the cheek before she took her fingers out and went straight back to work.

She slipped them in and this time didn't stop and started immediately fucking them into you. You clenched against them and you kept your eyes closed just for your immersion.

Her fingers always worked their perfect magic on you and you'd never grow tired of it. She always came up with new ways so you never grow "bored" but you never would anyway.

Her left hand moved up your body and came up to squeeze your left breast. You grabbed that arm and just held onto it, not wanting her to stop anything she was doing.

She started pinching your nipple as her pace went harder, faster. Your greedy cunt acting as if it hasn't been getting played with and just sucking up her fingers and enveloping them easily. "F-Fuck-" you whimpered and she kissed your cheek again.

"Feel good mama?" She asks and you nod feverishly.

"So tight too. I'll never grow tired of it." She purrs making you whine once again as she started fucking her harder.

By this point your cunt was pouring out a mix of wetness and creaminess juices, no doubt about to stain the bed.

But that was the least of either of your concerns as you tried spreading your legs out wider and it sure helped. Kate was now able to fuck you deeper but before she did she added a third finger.

At the new angle she was now hitting that sweet spot that had you passing out and seeing stars.

And you've yet to open your eyes.

"Oh fuck Kate— mmm god it feels so good—" you moan and grip her arm as you bring your right hand to play with your right breast for even more stimulation.

"Taking them so well pretty girl." She coos making you moan and you swore with just her praises alone you could come undone.

"Mmm Katie please- please-" you whined and she swore under her breath.

Her boxers were already a mess and your pretty moans were not helping her case. Not a complaint but god those moans drove her insane.

"So beautiful, fucking perfect." She murmurs and you quickly bring a hand down to rub your clit.

You rubbed fast circles on it and soon enough felt your orgasm approach. You figured out you always needed clit stimulation to cum until you met Kate and you suddenly didn't need it.

But sometimes it still felt good to cum that way anyway.

You let out a melody of whimpers and mewls as Kate's fingers were hitting your g spot harder now. You felt that all too familiar feeling in your stomach and your body began to shake.

"Cum for me baby, let go." She whispers and you do.

You let go and cry out as your orgasm hits you and leaving you a shaky, breathless mess. You move your hand away as Kate slowed down and left her fingers inside. You were breathing heavily and Kate brought her left hand to yours and held it softly.

"Did so good for me baby." She praises and kisses your cheek sweetly.

She slips her fingers out of your gently and you finally open your dazed eyes just in time to see her bring them up to her mouth. You look up at her in adoration and just sigh as your breathing calms itself down.

"Didn't even unwrap your present." You mutter and she giggles before wrapping both arms around you softly.

"Sorta counts."

"It does not."

"It should."

You then sit there in silence, enjoying each others company until Kate moves and positions you so your head is on the pillow. "I'll be right back." She whispers, giving your forehead a kiss before running off.

She came back after a few seconds and comes in with some plaid pj pants. "I got you red and green but because I know you love this green..." she says and takes the tag off before putting them on you.

"Perfect! Now I'll go wear my red ones and next week we flip flop." She says excitedly making you smile.

She was the sweetest and most thoughtful, caring person you've ever had the pleasure of meeting and you couldn't believe she was your girlfriend.

How you got so lucky was beyond you but you felt so grateful you found her because she was absolutely your soulmate.

The pea to your pod. The peanut butter to your jelly. The yin to your yang.

Your other half.

Because of her, you were a happier version of yourself and it was all because of how perfect of a girlfriend she was.

She finally came back only this time with her new pj pants on, a hat with the lower half of Santa, and two mugs.

Lucky came in behind her racing towards you, immediately jumping on the bed with another hat which he left on your lap. This one being a cute Christmas tree.

"See I have good taste." She says with a big grin.

"You have the best taste." You respond, grabbing the hat and putting it on.

"How do I look?" You ask as you grab the mug Late was handing to you.

"Absolutely perfect." She sighs and looks at you adoringly.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x y/n #sapphic #bisexual #lesbian #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop smut #wlw #kate bishop x reader

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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Picture It… New York, 2022

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Bishova 🥰

My take on a sick Wanda who can’t exactly contain her powers 😂❤️

Warning: Petty Natasha, Sad Reader for a blink | 3,386 Words

Sitcom Inspo (In Order) : I Love Lucy, Golden Girls, Friends, Bewitched.

“Where’s Wanda?,” Yelena mused over her mug of cocoa, the whipped cream on her nose made it hard for you to answer her over the laugh bubbling in your throat, and you settled into Nat’s hold when she answered instead., “Our little witch is asleep, she woke up with a high fever so we quarantined her in the room.”

“Oh no, do you think she’ll be okay by the end of the week?,” Kate’s true question wasn’t lost on you., “Don’t worry Bishop, no cold will keep her from perfecting your upcoming nuptials.,” your girlfriend chuckled beneath you., “Yeah, Wanda would never let an ailment keep her from planning a wedding. She actually had the flu while finalizing ours.,” you shivered at the nasty memory, a snotty nosed brunette with her hands all over the flower arrangements that you and Natasha slyly replaced as soon as she fell into her coma like sleeping state.

While the lot of you sat on the couches catching up, with the two of you occasionally teasing the engaged couple about what the future holds there was another storm a brewing just right out of your eyesight. Clouds of red billowed out from just beneath the closed bedroom door, slowly traveling throughout the hallway of your homey loft, and with no one’s concern falling to the encroaching smoke you were all in the dark on what was to come; literally. The smoke had permeated all of your minds, your bodies instantly slumping against the surfaces behind you as you’re all forced into a restless sleep.

The darkness slowly began to lift for you, and as you looked around you were stunned to see it was only you, and Yelena in a room that was completely foreign to you. Neither of you said a word, both too busy trying to figure out where you had ended up; wondering if some enemy of sorts might’ve slipped a hallucinogenic into your buildings water pipes. Then you heard a creaking noise, looking down you noticed you were both in aprons, with weird hats on, you blinked rapidly too, wondering if you’d suddenly become color blind, but the action never changed the visuals around you.

“Ladies!,” you turned to see Nat stood behind you, face stern, but with eyes just as confused as your own., “This will be your last chance to impress this company, the parchment paper here is for you to wrap the sushi rolls, not a single one should make it into the next room unwrapped; if they do, you’re both likely to be terminated.,” and as soon as the two of you hummed your understanding she was gone out the other door that led into a long hallway.

It became apparent to all of you that though you couldn’t verbalize, as Wanda controlled the dialogue, that you could still convey messages through your expressions. Yelena looked to you dumbfounded, waving her arms about as if to say ‘did this witch really turn us to black and white?,’ and you looked to her with an equally as dumbfounded look before the sound of the conveyor belt caught your attentions.

Sushi rolls began to speed by the both of you, and you were surely perplexed, because if you remember the iconic scene at all, you knew it was chocolates that Lucy and Ethel were meant to be handling. A soft chuckle reverberated in your mind at the tiny variation your lover must have made, knowing it was likely influenced by the dinner you and your girlfriends shared a couple nights prior; Wanda’s love for sushi transcended the normal worlds bounds.

“Yelena, what are we meant to do?,” you spoke frantically, your hands now flying around out of your control, you believe in an attempt to emphasize the unfolding catastrophe.

“I’m not sure, maybe if we eat some it’ll make the mess less?,” the blonde looked to you with an unimpressed gaze, clearly she wasn’t a fan of her given dialogue., “That sounds like a quick way to get fired, and we need this job.”

“Good, this place sucks, look at the sushi rolls. Not even filled enough, and the belt is clearly being run by satan himself.,” she grumbled while popping a roll into her mouth, then promptly spitting it out., “That’s disgusting.”

A laugh reel echoed behind the both of you, and your soul nearly left your body at the boom of it, then the sound of multiple footsteps echoed dramatically from the hallway outside the door. Yelena looked to you in a panic, then the both of you nodded and began to shovel the rolls into your aprons, then when they were full it was into the hats on your head, and when all else failed the both of you began to shovel them down your throat in an attempt to hide your obvious failure’s from the incoming bosses.

Wanda and Natasha entered the room with angered expressions, Kate was behind them with a clipboard in her hand, and a nervous smile that fell as soon as the women spoke., “Ladies, it’s come to our stock counter’s attention that only ten rolls have made it into the following room, care to explain where the rest managed to go?,” Wanda’s pointed stare told you she knew exactly where they went, of course she did, she was the all seeing puppet master in this weird dream state anyways.

Yelena looked beyond you., “We run now?,” you followed her gaze to the door then nodded. As soon as you passed the threshold the world was now in color, and you were stood outside of a quaint, large home that not so shockingly matched the street full of real estate.

Inside the house were the other four women, all in the most hideous of ‘mumu’s.’ Well, all of them outside of Wanda, who instead wore a gorgeous red dress, her bosom’s prominently on display, with a full face of makeup to boot.

“Natasha dear, can you grab the cheesecake?,” the redhead did as asked, not that she had much of a choice. She settled it down on the table in front of an uncharacteristically quiet Kate who was deep in thought., “Kate, honey, what’s on your mind?,” internally she cringed, never in her life would she ask the eager girl such a question, she never had the time necessary for the long winded answers.

“Well—.,” before Kate could spin into a story, Yelena slammed the door open, with a butchers knife raised high, cackling wildly at the sight of the terrified women clutching their chests., “Yelena! That isn’t funny!,” Natasha shrieks, and the blonde deadpans., “To you, but to me that was hilarious. All of your silly, scared faces bring me immense joys.”

“Yelena, take a seat, and hush your mouth.,” Natasha groaned, pulling her own chair into the table and slamming her fork into her slice of cheesecake before bringing it to her mouth. Surprisingly she could taste it, the creamy texture was clear on her tongue, and internally she was beaming at the fortunate discovery.

“Anyways.,” Kate blurts, an innocent look in her eyes as she goes to answer Nat’s question., “I was thinking about this time back in my youth.,” Yelena groaned unabashedly, but Kate just continued on., “Schenectady, NY, I was on the tractor with my daddy when a rogue pig began to run through the fields.,” she giggled., “I was about to end up making unintentional bacon, but then fortunately for us Mr. Wiggles squealed loudly.,” the knock you placed on the front door had the kitchen erupting in cheers as Kate’s story was once again put on pause.

“That must be my date.,” Wanda purred, then left the kitchen to open the door for you, her eyes trailed down your body, appreciating the floral suit you put on—that she chose—a hand reached for yours, and you shyly accepted it., “Let me introduce you to my friends kotenok.,” she chuckled when your head dropped, it was so easy to fluster you—truly—it was her favorite thing to do, she’ll never stop flirting with you.

As the door to the kitchen was swung open all the women’s eyes fell to you, and the redheads widened at the sight of you., “Y/N?,” you were not sure your role here outside of Wanda’s date, but now you realized your plot was deeper., “Nat? Long time no see.,” she scoffed, “Yeah, since you dumped me with no reason.”

Internally you cringed, your poor girlfriend was typecast as Dorothy—a great character, but poor thing was the butt of single-hood jokes, and you worry for your other girlfriends sake; Natasha will not hold back her thoughts later.

“Well, it’s clear you all have better things to do. Y/N and I will be going to dinner now.,” Wanda cleared the rooms tense atmosphere with words that weren’t to be questioned., “And if you play your cards right, you’ll be enjoying your dessert in no time.,” she whispered into your ear while pushing you back into the living room, but when you spun around the scene had completely changed.

No longer were you in the living room designed from an 80’s catalog, but instead you stood in a quaint two bedroom apartment in you assumed to be upper Manhattan based on the purple door with the yellow frame around the eyehole. Just as you were about to explore the space the door flew open, and all of your friends piled in.

“Yelena, you can’t be serious.,” Kate whines while following the blonde to the couch. “Oh, but I am Kate Bishop! As serious as a heart attack!,” she exasperates., “You’re going to deny the poor girl a second date over fries?”

“No, of course not, don’t be silly Kate, it’s all about what the fries represented to me!”

“Which is?” she humors the blonde., “All food!”

The brunette looks back to you pleadingly., “Can you believe this?,” you chuckle and nod., “Yelena doesn’t share food Kate, I once saw her wrestle with a seagull to get her fries back.,” the younger girls eyes widened, turning back for confirmation and receiving it by way of the blonde’s smirk., “I don’t share food Kate.,” she winked, then to prove her point she slapped the girls hand away from her chocolate muffin.

Natasha settled her body behind yours, arms wrapping around your waist, with her chin resting on your shoulder., “Have you given more consideration to going out with me yet?,” you rolled your eyes and shrugged the woman off you., “Natasha, we’ve been over this, you are not getting a second chance with all of this. Not my fault you slept with someone else.”

The redhead groaned as you walked out of her reach., “Y/N! We were on a break! Let it go.”

Your eyes widened while facing the fridge, the witch was two for two now with the typecasting mistakes, Natasha being Ross—though kinda hilarious, will likely not sit well with her.

Wanda threw her hands in the air, effectively silencing the words she’d almost let you say., “Knock it off, the both of you, the argument is tired and I need your help to decide if this is good enough for Vis’s work potluck tomorrow.”

All the hairs on your body stood up at the name of her former partner, it stung a bit that she would typecast him in place as her Chandler, but it wasn’t like you had any time to really care when you were being physically propelled towards the dining room table.

“Wanda, oh my goodness! This is delicious.,” Yelena groaned, her hands soaked red from the sauce of the lasagna she shoveled in her mouth. Kate grimaced at the sight of it all., “No thank you Wands, I don’t eat cheese or meat.,” she grabbed an apple then returned to the couch.

“Y/N? Care to try your best friends dish?,” the forkful was soon pushed passed your plump lips, and you hummed your approval for the pasta. The redhead and you shared a personal look, and you could see she was trying to quell your anxieties, ‘a dream is just a cumulation of many meaningless thoughts,’ you could imagine the words falling from her lips, as they have many times after one of your lifelike nightmares. You blinked three times, and the woman smiled fondly at your display of love.

“It’s delicious Wan, Vis will love it!,” you beamed your scripted line to the woman who smiled at you a little too fondly for it to have been platonic, but such is the way of an altered reality you presume., “I’m glad to hear it.,” and just as you went to take a seat on the couch it dematerialized before your eyes, as did the rest of the scenery. An odd sensation consumed your form, then suddenly you were gasping.

In real time Wanda’s body jolted off of the mattress in a fit of harsh coughs, briefly releasing all of you from the trippy mind fog. Yelena and Kate shared a look as they booked it for the front door with their bags and a distant shout back., “A hotel works just fine for us.,” Natasha smirked down at you from over your shoulder, your body having slumped into hers, and just as she went to speak she was silenced. The both of you watched as the color of the apartment faded into a murky black and white.

This time though you’d had full motor control, it was apparent that your sickened girlfriend was losing her ability to hold much control. With quick footsteps you approached the room, Natasha hot on your heels, as the both of you were honestly worried about her wellbeing. Upon entering the room you saw Wanda in a robe sat before the vanity, she didn’t look like she had in every other sequence though.

This time the sickness had the upper hand over her, the tip of her nose was a much darker shade of grey from the rest of her face, as were the bags beneath her eyelids. Nonetheless, she smiled fondly at the both of you., “My loves.,” she croakily coo’d, all your previous qualms based on her choices faded away at the sight of the soft smile that accompanied her words. Natasha’s were simply pushed to the back of her mind, to obviously be fought over later.

“Oh baby, you don’t look well.,” you softly say as you approached her, her nose scrunched in offense, but when she released the hold a box of tissues had materialized in your hands. Natasha chuckled, remembering last nights sitcom of the hour, and how you’d told Wanda she was basically Samantha’s witchy twin., “That’s not very nice.,” she whined, but her soured mood only lasted a second, because in the next you were handing her a tissue, and scooping her body up and into your chest.

“Most of what you’ve done today hasn’t been.,” Natasha grumbled, clearly not letting anything go, but when Wanda looked to her with a pout she temporarily resolved., “Let’s get you back in bed. Natty will get you some medicine.,” you sent the redhead a pointed glare and she went into to the ensuite swiftly, coming back with a cup of NyQuil, and a glass of water., “Open up.”

Wanda tiredly did as told, grimacing shortly after as the bitter cough syrup coated her tongue. You quelled her whimpers with a box of apple juice from your stash, before then urging her to drink the glass of water as well., “Get some rest love.,” you coo’d, hands gentle as they stroked her sweaty hair out of her face., “Lub you.,” both of your hearts skipped at her whispered words., “We love you too detka.,” Natasha confirmed, then you heard a cuffing noise, looking down to see she’d restricted Wanda’s powers., “They’ll time off before she even wakes up, but I refuse to receive any more horrible roles, now lets go watch a movie.,” you shook your head in disbelief while chuckling, then accepted her outstretched hand anyways.

That night Natasha and you slept on the couch, so when Wanda woke up in a bed full of tissues instead of your comforting bodies she pouted. Walking out she found the both of you in an entangled mess of limbs on the couch., “Cute.”, she gently brushed the hair off your face, then placed soft kisses to both of your foreheads. She was honestly feeling so much better after all of the given meds and rest, so she decided to take care of breakfast in a show of her thanks.

Bits and pieces of the oddest dreams kept flashing through her mind while flipping the pancakes, and a frown befell her face at just how real all of felt as it replayed for her., “Sweetheart, give me the spatula, and run.,” you suddenly spoke from besides her, and when she looked to you she saw an angry Natasha quickly approaching from behind you., “What?,” you grabbed the spatula, kissed her lips, then lightly shoved her., “Honey run!”

“You can try to run, but I’ll eventually get you!,” Natasha shouted, slapping your ass in warning as she brushed right on passed you.

“Natasha! Baby, what did I even do?!,” Wanda shrieked from down the hallway, you shook your head in amusement while plating up their pancakes., “What did you do?!,” she scoffed., “Wanda, you typecast me as Ross Gellar!,” the witches gasp was far too audible to you, and that was because she came barreling back into the kitchen from the other entrance, and before you could protest she was using you as a shield.

“I-I, was that all really happening?,” she stumbled over her words, the confusion was evident in her tone, you nodded gently, turning to peck her forehead just before Natasha reentered., “Wanda, why?! Is that how you really see me?,” you held back a giggle, finding Natasha’s whining rather adorable actually. Wanda however was mortified, she shook her head violently against your shoulder blade, and you could see Natasha’s anger melting the longer she stared at the witch clinging to you. Then when you teasingly stuck your bacon out for her to nibble on she was back to baseline, approaching you eagerly, and moaning at the salty, yet sweet flavor of the meat.

“Am I still in trouble?,” she whispered timidly, you spun around to face her., “Not unless you really want Vision back.,” her face scrunched in hardcore offense., “Absolutely not, I’ve got all I could ever want or need here with my wives.”

“Right answer.,” you settled a kiss to her lips, then another to Natasha’s as your turned back around and headed towards the table to eat., “Come now ladies, let’s enjoy the food.”

Everything was going great too, giggles filled the room as you reminded the witch just how everything played out., “Did they really run out of here like the world was on fire?,” you nodded while sipping on your warm mug and Wanda broke out into another fit of laughter., “Always so dramatic.,” Nat added., “Yeah, can’t wait to see them drunk at their wedding.,” you teased, but before the conversation could go on your lovers looked to you with concern as an unexpected, harsh cough tore from your throat.

“Please, nooo.,” Natasha groaned, because as hypothesized, following your cough came a loud boom as storm clouds formed above the dining room table, and as another cough tore through you, lightning cracked and rain fell. Soaking the entirety of the table, along with you and your lovers., “Please, remind me again why I married you magical little freaks.”

Wanda ignored the grumbling redhead, turning to face your pouting form with a smile, and beckoning you over towards her with a finger., “It’s okay my love, get some rest.,” and as you settled into her arms red tendrils flowed out and into your mind, locking you into a deep slumber, and settling the brewing storm., “Because I can do just that, and let’s not act like you’re not an absolute menace when sick.,” Natasha blushed, and bowed her head at the call out, then she approached you both., “She is pretty cute.,” Wanda smiled., “The cutest.”

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For reference:

ILL (Lucy-R, Ethel-Lena)

Golden Girls! (Kate-Rose, Nat-Dorothy, Lena-Sophia, W-Blanche, R-Blanche’s date/Dorothy’s “ex”)

Friends (Kate-Phoebe, R-Rachel, Lena-Joey, W-Mon, Nat-Ross)

Bewitched! (Wanda & Nat/R)

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summary - Getting married was supposed to be the best day of your life, the day you promised to spend forever with the person you loved. Though you knew very little about love, you’d always been excited for it, playing dress up with your sisters and dreaming of the day you would know love like the back of your hand. Now you were finally getting married and you knew two things for certain: you knew nothing of love and Bradley Bradshaw did not love you.

warnings - arranged marriage au, heavily inspired by Greta Gerwig’s Little Women because that movie has a choke hold on me, angst, gender stereotypes, somewhat toxic family, I got overly excited and included dress links but you can picture whatever outfit your heart desires :), brief mentions of blood, at this point can I just say Bradley as a warning?

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“Margo, I know you’re cheating,” you grumbled, watching as her white bishop knocked over another one of your knights.

“And how, pray tell, does one cheat at chess?” Margo smirked, moving her queen forward. “Oh, and checkmate.”

You let out a groan, letting your head fall against the table with a dull thump. “I’ll beat you someday.”

“You can always try.”

Getting up with a chuckle, Margo motioned towards the door. “Do you think you’re ready to go back out now?”

You gave her a small smile, trying your best to keep your face neutral as you responded. “Not quite, you go on though. I’m sure Thomas is floundering without you.”

Margo nodded, matching your smile in return, before heading out of the room.

Your mother had been elated to learn that Bradley had taken a certain liking to your sister— less elated to hear of your encounter with him, in which you injured yourself in the snow, but she moved on from it quickly when he arrived at your house the next day asking for Charlie. The two were nearly thick as thieves, doing everything together and then some. You were sure that, by now, they’d been together longer than they’d been apart.

Ever since the night he played piano in your living room, you’d grown a bit of an infatuation for Bradley. The young man had made home in your mind and you had no idea if he had any intention of leaving. Not that you would ever once consider pursuing those thoughts, Bradley had made it quite clear to everyone that he was in love with your sister — the only person who didn’t know that being Charlie herself — and his strong and stubborn dedication meant he had no eyes for you.

Being surrounded by them, and everyone that loved them, at the Mitchells’ Christmas party was just a little more than you could bare.

With the room you and Margo had sought refuge in now empty, you plopped down on the couch with a soft sigh. Running a hand through your hair, you picked at the corduroy lining of the couch, trying to distract yourself from the immense sadness that was plaguing your thoughts.

It shouldn’t matter — that’s what you were telling yourself at least — you should be celebrating the holidays with your sisters. Dreaming of a mistletoe kiss with a tall man in a top hat. And yet, you couldn’t even manage to join everyone in the festivities. At the very least, you could find comfort in the fact that you were alone.

“Oh—” A disheveled Bradley Bradshaw skirted to a stop in front of you. “I didn’t realize anyone else was in here.”

You gave him a small smile. “Just me, Bradshaw.”

His nose wrinkled at your words and he moved to sit down next to you. “Why are you calling me ‘Bradshaw’?”

“Why not?”

“Because,” he stated firmly. “Friends don’t call each other by their last names.”

“I wasn’t aware we became friends,” you blurted, words working faster than your brain and you internally chided yourself for insulting him.

It seemed to have little effect on Bradley, a grin growing on his face as he replied. “Do you not remember when I saved you and all your drawings from the snowy tundra. Of course we’re friends.”

“I’d hardly say it was a tundra,” you let out a small laugh.

Bradley just winked at you smugly. “Agree to disagree.”

You smiled fondly, taking in the young man properly as he stayed seated next to you. His hair was unusually unkempt, his cheeks a bright pink, and his eyes had a mischievous gleam to them. In his right hand, sat a small plate of chocolate cake.

“Why are you running around with a piece of cake in your hands?”

A boyish grin lit up his face at your words. “I'm hiding it. Charlie kept eyeing it and I am not passive enough to let her eat my cake.”

“I take it you like chocolate cake, then?”

“It’s only the best cake in the world,” he scoffed playfully. “Personally, I’m surprised you haven’t gone through the effort of getting a piece yet.”

“Well, had I known,” you tried to joke, but Bradley gave you a knowing look and you sighed, dropping your upbeat demeanor. “Just feeling a little overwhelmed is all.”

Bradley nodded thoughtfully at your words. “I understand. Everyone here’s rather boring and all they want to do is talk about things that are increasingly more boring. I’ve begun filling my mouth with cake so as to not have to respond anymore.”

You giggled at his attempts to lift your spirits. “I’ll have to try that then. Though I prefer my cake without boring conversation.”

“You can just have mine,” he offered, moving the small plate closer to your hand.

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. “But I thought you said you were avoiding Charlie so that—”

“Are you Charlie?” Bradley reasoned, offering the cake to you again.

Confusion still evident in your features, you took the plate from him, cutting through the end of the slice with the small fork before bringing it to your lips. You had always liked chocolate cake, it was hard not to, but the idea that Bradley had willingly offered you the piece he’d been specifically saving for himself made it all the more sweet. And, though you would never even dream to tell him, it wasn’t just the cake that had made your heart swell.

“What’s the verdict, Lady Simpson?”

“You’re right,” you said decidedly as you swallowed. “Chocolate cake is the best cake in the world.”

Bradley Bradshaw was not trying to be cruel to you. Truthfully, he wasn’t. And it wasn’t because of Pete’s firm hand on your marriage or Mickey and Reuben’s glares of anger, Bradley got all the punishment he needed whenever he had to look at your crestfallen expression, at how the light had slowly drained from your eyes with every passing month with him. Bradley knew he was hurting you and though he was truly trying not to, it was all he seemed to know how to do.

“You’re going to strain your hand if you keep doing that,” Mickey warned.

Bradley ignored him, raising the ax over his head and bringing it down with a resounding thwack. He then dropped the thing to his side — it was in dire need of sharpening but that just meant that Bradley had to swing harder — grabbing the two halves of wood he’d just chopped and throwing them into the large pile with more force than necessary. He picked up another piece of wood.

He could still see your face, in the carriage, looking helplessly at your hands as he, once again, reminded you of your sister. He hadn’t met it like that— he hadn’t worded it properly. But how does one word the fact that they're worried that Brigham might have been right properly? Not about women in general, but perhaps about you.

But Brigham didn’t know you. If he knew you, he wouldn’t call you obedient. He might not even like you when he learned how far from one dimensional you truly were. If he knew that you would do anything for your sisters, selflessly taking on responsibilities so they could always pursue happiness. If he knew that you painted so much that it would probably flow out of your fingertips if you let it— that you could make any scene beautiful with just a brush and a canvas.

But Brigham didn’t know those things about you.

Brigham didn’t know that you often fell asleep with your nose in a book. He didn’t know that you always smiled softly when conversing with others, making them feel like the only person in the world you wanted to listen to. He didn’t know you reached for people’s hands when you got nervous, or scrunched your nose when you were confused, or covered your mouth when you laughed.

Brigham didn’t know those things. How would he know if Bradley had any sort of affinity for you?

Thwack

Brigham didn’t know a single thing about you, not in the ways Bradley did.

Brigham didn’t know what you looked like when you pursed your lips to hide your disappointment. He didn’t have the exact moments your hope fell to dejection ingrained in his retinas. He didn’t know what you looked like when you cried, shaking under the blankets as you tried to muffle your sobs.

Thwack

Brigham didn’t know you and he didn’t know Charlie. And you weren’t obedient.

“Bradley—”

Thwack

And why had he let Brigham call you that?

“Can you—”

Thwack

Obedient. Perhaps Brigham had never met a kind woman in his life. Bradley couldn’t imagine many women could stomach the idea of being kind to Brigham Lennox.

“Bradley—”

Thwack

“Oh, for the love of—” Mickey threw his hands up in exasperation. “Could you just listen to me for a moment? And then you can return to whatever you’re calling this hyper-masculine way of emoting.”

Bradley dropped the ax, wiping the sweat from his brow and looking at his best friend expectantly.

“Pete and Penny are expecting you for dinner at the end of the week,” Mickey stated simply, slightly anxious to get out of the cold that was now nipping at him through his tunic. “They wondered if you had any requests for dinner.”

“Can—” He bit his lip, almost frightened of his next words. “Can you request that they serve chocolate cake?”

“Did you really get to do all those things?” You marveled Natasha from where she sat across from you. “Like sailing on a ship and riding elephants?”

Natasha raised her eyebrows in surprise, setting down her tea cup. “You finished the book already?”

You nodded excitedly. “I couldn’t put it down. I even fell asleep in the library.”

“Oh no,” Natasha laughed. “I do hope your neck hasn’t suffered.”

She took another sip of her tea.

“But to answer your question, yes, I did get to do all those things,” she leaned over the table as if to whisper to you a secret. “And it was the most fun, you wouldn’t believe.”

Natasha’s stories were shocking in the best of ways, she did things you had no idea a woman was capable of doing. And, even more interestingly, she did them with the world’s approval.

“I don’t know if I’d want to ride an elephant,” you scrunched your nose thoughtfully. “I don’t fare well with heights.”

“That’s fine,” Natasha placated your hypothetical worries. “We can always ride horses instead.”

Your mouth parted in shock. “Horses?”

Natasha — that’s what she had begged you to call her, “Lady Natasha is far too formal for friends” — grinned excitedly. You loved that about her— you loved most things about her.

Since the night of Brigham’s party, she began appearing in your life in the nicest sorts of ways. It started with her visiting the house the next day, having things to discuss with Mickey, and then extending her stay for an hour or so to idle with you. Then she began coming specifically for your company. You remembered your shock upon hearing that she had come with no other business than to chat with you.

This was her fourth day in a row visiting you, even bringing her newly published book with her, as promised, the day before. You’d finished The Phoenix’s Song in a matter of hours, writing sloppily in the margins as Natasha’s wordsmanship struck chords inside you that you didn’t even know you had. Her imagery danced across your eyelids, art in its own right, just as much as paint and canvas.

When you both quieted down from your laughter, you looked at her slightly vulnerable. “How did you do it?”

Your words piqued her interest and she cocked her head. “What do you mean?”

“How do you—” You let out a soft sigh, your fingers itching to hold on to something. “How did you manage to create something so beautiful? That means something?”

Natasha looked at you in understanding, leaning over and tapping the cover of her novel that you’d set on the table. “You need to stop focusing on its meaning to others. Create what you find meaningful. That’s the only thing that matters.”

You bit your lip, looking down in shame. “But what if what I find meaningful doesn’t matter? I hardly dream of elephants, or ships, or adventures.”

“Who told you that?” Natasha stood up abruptly, a look of fury in her eyes. “Who made you think your dreams hold no value?”

“No one,” you blinked, surprised at the sudden shift in tone. “I think. I don’t know, I have not dreamed for much.”

And then Natasha was kneeling before you, dirtying her skirts in a way that had your eyes widening and your hands trying to get her to stand upright again. She was a Lady, she should not be kneeling for someone of your stature. Natasha ignored you, grabbing your hand in her own and looking at you with a fierce determination you could now only associate with Natasha Trace.

“Just because your dreams are different from mine— Or anyone else’s,” she said the words slowly as if doing so would have them at their full effectiveness. “Doesn’t mean they aren’t dreams.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but she only raised an eyebrow at you, nodding affirmingly when you closed it and took in her words without protest.

“Good. Now, as you know, I’ll be leaving with my father for two weeks to promote the book,” she finally got up off the ground and you let out a sigh of relief. “When I get back, I want to see a finished painting.”

You looked at all your canvases thoughtfully, a fully finished painting in two weeks was no easy feat. It was possible, if you spent most waking hours on it, but given the fact that you’d been staring at a blank canvas for the past ten minutes, the time frame didn’t seem hopeful in your case. Flipping through your old sketches, you bit your lip lightly. What was meaningful to you?

Your fingers landed on a thick piece of parchment and your brows furrowed. This wasn’t what you normally sketched on, it seemed far cheaper, yellowed at the edges as a result of the time that passed. Pulling it out of the portfolio, your breath hitched.

It was a sketch you’d done of Bradley, years ago, when you’d all gone to the beach. It was smudged slightly now, a result of the charcoal you’d used. You remembered not quite being proud of it when you finished, his smile seemed wrong. It didn’t fit him.

You propped the sketch against your blank canvas.

Bradley had aged, his body had changed. You knew he favored the young man at the beach, but you didn’t see a difference. Fast or slow, he still played the piano beautifully. You didn’t mind that he wasn’t as physical anymore, you’d hardly been able to keep up with him before anyway. The moments that his emotional exhaustion drained him didn’t have you wishing for the person he was who was ready for adventure all the time. You couldn’t name one thing you’d want to change about the Bradley you knew currently— well, perhaps if he were nicer, but, even that was a testament to his loyalty.

What was meaningful to you?

You picked up your paint brush.

Penny sent you a polite smile as tension filled the air. You hadn’t exactly spoken to Bradley since he’d painfully reminded you of your place in his life in the carriage. Instead you were spending a fair amount of your time in an unused parlor room on the second floor of the house. Natasha had been right — as she was about most things — and inspiration had struck you in the most peculiar of ways, your mind racing with thoughts of burnt umber, viridian, and prussian blue. It was a rarity in itself if you spent the night in your own bed anymore.

And with the way Pete had been looking at Bradley sternly through the entirety of the meal — like he was a child whose discipline required much thought — you supposed he was probably made aware of your sleeping habits as well.

To his credit, Bradley hadn’t exactly been ignoring you. He seemed sheepish, only able to work up the courage to smile at you and not much beyond that. Occasionally, he would greet you, but it appeared that even that was becoming a battle for him. Something was troubling him, you could tell that from his constantly furrowed brows and pensive eyes, but it was not your place to ask him.

He did other things though, little things, but they still had value to you. The staff began tending to the fire in the parlor, something you knew they wouldn’t do without specific instruction. If you had yet to leave the room and the hours had begun ticking by in handfuls, there would suddenly be a knock on the door and a plate of food in your hands.

Bradley never made an attempt to come into the parlor room, which you were grateful for, but on one of the few occasions that you left the room you nearly tripped over a book at your feet. It was not one you recognized and you realized, upon inspecting it, that it must have come from Bradley’s private library.

You finished it in two days, reading it sparsely whenever you took breaks from painting. Hesitantly, you left it outside the parlor room, unsure what to do with the book now having finished it. The next time you opened the door, a different book was waiting for you. You never realized Bradley had taken notice of your love of poetry.

And truthfully, that was enough for you. You were content to spend the rest of your life with a husband that maybe didn’t love you, but at least had some semblance of fondness for you. There were far worse men to be married to, far worse lives to be living. If you had to dream of anything, aside from love, a lifetime of painting and books of poetry in a garden filled with flowers would be unsurpassed by many other dreams. But that did not seem to be enough for Pete, who cut into his dinner with tense hands and an even tenser glare.

“Have you finished?” Though his words were directed at you, the intensity he’d had throughout dinner was not, his hands gesturing to your empty plate.

You nodded. “Yes, it was delicious. Thank you.”

“I do hope you still have an appetite for dessert,” Pete smiled slightly when you nodded again. “Good, why don’t you and Penny enjoy it in the sitting room. Bradley and I have business to discuss.”

The room suddenly seemed five degrees colder and you sent Bradley — what you hoped was — a small, encouraging smile.

You held back a sigh, dropping your brush into the jar of turpentine with muted defeat. Bradley looked up from his book.

The outside air was beginning to chill with the changing seasons, the leaves only just starting to change color. You’d been trying to paint it, but you couldn’t quite manage to capture the beauty of a leaf slowly turning from green to yellow. It had been too frigid to paint outside that day, the two of you having moved to the foyer and through the glassy windows, and you couldn’t quite make out all the details of the tree.

Bradley was watching you expectantly, waiting hesitantly for you to speak— or perhaps storm out of the foyer all together.

You pursed your lips and let out a huff. “Do you ever think about things?”

“Do I ever think about ‘things’?” Bradley laughed quietly at the question. “Yes, I think about things.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you looked down, embarrassed. “I know you think about many things, you’re very smart. I mean, do you ever have this thought in your head that can only seem to remain in your head?”

Bradley contemplated your words. “I suppose, yes. There are things I feel that I simply can’t describe. What do you think about?”

“Lots of things,” you answered honestly, looking at your painting in thought. “But I’m worried that all I’ll ever do is think.”

Bradley moved to sit up, the book he was reading now discarded to his side. He was intrigued by this confession, gently prodding you for more as he spoke again.

“How so?”

You kept your eyes trained on your painting. “I think I’m much too afraid to ever say anything. What if I do and only learn that all the things I think are nothing more than mundane intellections to others?”

The wind whipped against the window. Your paint brush lightly tinkled against the glass jar. The fire crackled. The still surviving flowers danced. A brief ray of sun peeked through the clouds. And Bradley pondered your insecurity honestly.

“You could always tell your thoughts to me,” he finally offered. “I’ve always thought everything you have to say is entirely profound.”

The lock to Pete’s study had hardly clicked into place before the man was turning on his nephew.

“What is the matter with you?”

Bradley looked at him. “I’m unsure as to what you mean.”

Pete scoffed, making his way deeper into the room, practically seething. “What did I tell you? I told you ‘give this marriage an honest effort’.”

“And I told you I didn’t want to get married,” Bradley matched his anger.

His words seemed to cut Pete off, the older man looking at him with an unreadable expression. Then, suddenly, with a heavy sigh, he dropped into the seat of his desk. Bradley watched him curiously.

“Penny insisted that it wasn’t our place, but it has been well over six months since your wedding and I can bite my tongue no longer,” Pete looked at him with a level of bluntness, as though Bradley had finally exacerbated his patience and his next words would not be said kindly. “Do you think Charlotte ever truly made you happy?”

Bradley looked at his uncle in shock. “What?”

“I mean, honestly, you chased that girl for years,” Pete continued, almost maliciously. “And for what other reason than she intrigued you? She gave you nothing, Bradley. That girl never once did something deserving of this infatuation you have for her. And she most certainly did not want you the way you want her. I am asking you this because I genuinely cannot fathom an answer myself. Why do you insist on loving a woman who has not a single thought for your feelings? Do you not want a woman who values the love you give to her?”

“Who—” Bradley’s words cut off though his mouth remained open, his thoughts racing. “Who are you to say those things? You know nothing of my feelings for Charlie, nor her feelings for me. You don’t— How dare you try to decide something like that for me! How I feel is not some riddle that only you know the answer to.”

“Bradley—”

“And, if you truly thought I was deserving of a woman ‘who values the love I give to her’,” Bradley made his way to the door of Pete’s study, forcing open the lock. “You would have not forced me to marry someone I did not love!”

Bradley slammed the door behind him.

What did Pete know of who he did and did not love? That was not for him to decide. He could not just say that Bradley did not love Charlie and make it so. Bradley had been miserable when Charlie left him — miserable — did that not mean that he loved her? And why must Pete insist on the love Bradley receives and not the love he gives. A woman who values his love. What, like you? You, who played piano with him when he could no longer play alone, and never made him feel ashamed of it. You, who continued to treat him kindly, continued to give him chances, even when he treated you horrifically. How could Pete even know that was love and not your childish romanticisation of him? It most certainly had to be, it wasn’t as though Bradley had anything left to love about him.

He’d made it to the sitting room, still seething, his loud steps alerting you and Penny of his presence. You looked up at him from where you were sitting, a smidge of chocolate cake stuck to the corner of your lips. The smile on your face fell at his expression.

“Are you alright?”

“Why do you insist on loving a woman who has not a single thought for your feelings?”

“Let’s go,” he ignored your question gruffly.

You scrambled off of the sofa, meeting Penny’s apologetic gaze. “Thank you for dinner. It was lovely.”

The older woman nodded, neither of you making much of a fuss as Bradley left to alert the carriage of your departure.

It had begun to snow when you made it outside and you were thankful for the thick fabrics of your dress. Bradley was already waiting at the bottom of the entrance steps, looking stoically towards the approaching carriage. His jaw was clenched tightly, he refused to lash out at you again.

“The cake was very good.”

The carriage ride had been silent for several minutes before you attempted feeble conversation. Bradley bit his cheek.

“I realize you might not have had any. And I know you love chocolate cake.”

There was a taste of rust in Bradley's mouth and he realized he’d clamped so hard on the inside of his cheek that it had begun to bleed. His thoughts were disorderly and he couldn’t pinpoint even one clearly. His head was a whirlwind. You, Charlie, you, Charlie. How could everyone tell him what he felt when he did not know what he felt?

“I could bake some tomorrow, if you’d like?” You offered, timidly. “I don’t think the chef likes when I bake very much, but I’ve always thought that chocolate cake makes everybody happy so—”

“You don’t make me happy!” Something inside him snapped, word spilling out of his mouth in a cold flurry. “And I am so sick of everyone insisting that you do. This isn’t one of your silly, little stories where we fall in love because you just make everything better. You don’t. You aren’t going to ‘fix’ me and you don’t make me happy.”

If you were younger, if you still believed in foolish things like wildflower weddings and twinkling lights, if you still believed curtain dresses and the concept of love, Bradley’s words would have broken you. They would have taken your heart out of your chest and watched it shatter without remorse. You were sure those words alone would have had the power to kill you. Would have been able to bring the poets to their knees.

But you weren’t a child anymore, you weren’t blissfully unaware of all the pains of the world. You didn’t believe in unrealistic dreams like love anymore— Bradley had made sure of that. So hearing those words from him wasn’t quite as soul crushing. There was no heart shattering on the floor for Bradley to sweep up the pieces of. You wouldn’t leave that mess for him.

So your heart didn’t shatter, it just stopped beating instead.

“You’re mean, Bradley,” your lip quivered, eyes filling with tears. “You are so, very mean.”

You might have started crying, you might not have. You didn’t know, you didn’t care. Bradley had hurt you. You had trusted him and he’d hurt you. And you wondered how many times you’d let him hurt you again. You’d probably let him hurt you forever. But, right now, you’d exceeded your limits.

With two sharp knocks to the top of the carriage, you waited for the horses to slow. Not even allowing the carriage to come to a full stop, you began gathering your skirts and shuffling towards the left side.

Bradley furrowed his brows. “What are you doing?”

“Walking.”

You opened the door of the carriage, managing the slow descent to the snowy ground. Bradley let out a scoff, following behind you.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s freezing. You are not going to walk all the way home.”

You kept trekking forward, ignoring him as you trudged through the snow that was now up to your ankles. The chill was biting at the tips of your ears, your nose getting the worst of it as it had already become sensitive due to your attempts to hold back your tears.

“Stop this nonsense,” Bradley was following you now, still shouting after you. “Get back in the carriage.”

Your foot took a step forward, the ground feeling different underneath your shoe.

“I’m serious—”

Another step. The ground seemed to almost sink beneath you. You wiped at your tears, more replacing them quickly and blurring your vision.

“Look, I’m sorry—”

There was a roaring crack, and then a scream. You didn’t even register it as your own until you were plunging into the icy water below.

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the-paper-apricot · 3 days

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Paul, Porter and "I love you"

The accepted explanation of the writing of the Wings hit 'Silly Love Songs', including that offered several times over the years by Paul McCartney himself, is that it was a riposte to criticism of his more sentimental love songs as light and insignificant.

I was getting slagged off for writing luv songs. You see, I’m looking at love not from the perspective of ‘boring old love’, I’m looking at it like when you get married and have a baby. That’s pretty strong: it’s something deeper.

Paul McCartney, from Club Sandwich N°47/48, Spring 1988 (cited here)

Although I've never seen this discussed anywhere, it's long seemed to me that there's another possible influence on the song. To my knowledge no one has ever asked Paul directly about this, so what follows remains just my headcanon. (If anyone knows something to the contrary, please let me know!)

Cole Porter, another preternaturally talented Gemini lefty.

While writing the songs destined for the musical Mexican Hayride (1944), Cole Porter was presented with a challenge by his close friend Monty Woolley. (Woolley was an American actor who you may remember in the delicious role of the Professor in the Christmassy classic film The Bishop's Wife.) Woolley reasoned that because Porter's songwriting mastery came in part from his unhackneyed, fresh lyrical ideas, he wouldn't be able to write a hit song with the simple, rather too obvious, repeated refrain of "I love you".

Monty Woolley with Cole Porter

It became a $25 wager, and Woolley also stipulated that his friend include reheated stale lines about spring and "birds on the wing". Porter duly wrote 'I Love You', which was the only standout in the show and in time topped the U.S. Hit Parade for several weeks, so he won his bet.

I would quite like to have been sort of a nineteen-twenties writer, 'cause I like that thing, you know. You know, up in top hat and tails and sort of coming on ... so, this kind of number, I like that thing. But, so this is just me doing it, and pretending I'm living in 1925.

Paul McCartney, talking about 'Honey Pie', interview with Radio Luxembourg, 1968

Melvyn Bragg: What's the longest you've ever worked over a song? 'Cause a lot of the lyrics, the more you read them, the more - and then they always read very straightforwardly and seamlessly, but when you read them again and again they're very complicated, and a lot of internal rhyming going on and a lot of extremely clever play. Does that - do you work on them quite hard? Do you go over them again and again? Paul: Well, you know I'm a fan of all that, the old-fashioned writing. You know, sort of Sammy Cahn's era, you know, Cole Porter, and I do like all that, when it comes off! I mean, I hate just silly rhymes, just, you know - but when it really comes off those are great little things in songwriting. So I was always aware of that from people like Cole Porter. So I'd always try and put something like that kinda thing in, sorta little internal rhymes, you were always going for that kinda thing. ... I can't explain it, you know, I've never been able to explain it, but it's like it comes in out of the blue. It sort of comes at you, you know, and - I'm sure the funnel that it's coming through's a lot to do with it, 'cause your little computer in here - my computer's sort of heard Billy Cotton Band Show going back there, you know and Cole Porter there, and this there and it's heard millions of influences through to Chuck Berry ...

from 'Paul McCartney: Songsmith' (The South Bank Show) January 1978

George Eells' book The Life That Late He Led: A Biography of Cole Porter was published in 1967 and remained the definitive life for about a decade. It mentions the 'I Love You' wager (p212), which became one of the better-known song origin anecdotes.

I have no idea if Paul McCartney knew this story. But I can imagine the professional challenge appealing to him, and perhaps especially tempting is the playful pairing of commercial reward with artistic defiance. 'Silly Love Songs', like 'I Love You' before it, was a big hit: Number 2 in the UK chart, and top of the Billboard chart in the States.

Did he dare himself to write a pop chorus that repeated the refrain "I love you", because Porter had done so? I dunno.* For what it's worth, I think the three melodic lines in the chorus of 'Silly Love Songs' exceed Porter's tune in both beauty and memorability.** (Although I do enjoy this sultry version recorded by Julie London.)

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(*Just like I don't know if 'Why Don't We Do It In The Road' found any precedent in Porter's celebrated and racy-for-its-day song, 'Let's Do It, Let's Fall in Love'.)

(**But I mean, you'd expect me to say that, you know I've made paper dolls of him in his little Wings outfits tbf.)

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 9 months

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The Wildflower

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)

Warnings: very might mentions of death, (Y/N)mentioned like once, storm anxiety, so much fluff that I hope it has everyone kicking their feet, heaving making out, Jack being so sweet and gentle, smutty goodness but no sex…yet, oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, more fluff, cute banter

Word Count: 3.8k

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The rain made a soft pattering on the roof and windows. Music filled the room, from the record player in the living area, until the rain drowned it out. You let out a soft sigh as you moved the needle from the Elvin Bishop vinyl. It didn’t matter, the rain made its own rhythms. You glanced out the big window, that faced the main road to your small inn, noting that not a car was in sight. It was going to be a slow evening and, most likely, an even slower weekend. Rainy days didn’t tend to bring too many people in to stay, but on the rare occasion, you didn’t mind having the old inn to yourself.

You had grown up in this place. Chased kids of guests down the hallways during the summer. You would spend time there with your grandmother, who had started this place with your grandfather, and refused to stop when he passed. You even begged your mom to let you stay during holidays, and she always let you. You had loved it since the moment you stepped foot inside. As you had gotten older you started helping, and soon took more of it over as your grandmother aged. She had written one single thing left to you in her will. The only thing you ever wanted, the inn. Some of your last words to her were your promise to take care of it, until your own dying day. She was pleased with your declaration and so far you had lived up to the promise.

You smiled softly to yourself at the memories that floated you by during times like this. When you actually had time to think. You made your way across creaking floors to the kitchen and put on a pot of water for tea. The light draft that always swept through the place kept you constantly in a sweater, or cardigan of some kind, even in the dead middle of summer. You never minded it, and truthfully it was perfect to you. The whole place was. You double checked a few things, to be sure everything was ready just in case someone decided to stay, before settling in an alcove and opening your book. Your tea settled in your left hand, taking slow steady sips while it cooled. It was honestly a perfect evening.

Night fell too quickly, and even with the little bit of light you had already turned on, the page in front of you was getting harder to read. That was your cue to get up and start to lock up for the night. You stood and stretched carefully, and began your nightly routine. You were just finishing up in the kitchen, about to head to lock the front door when you heard the distinct sound of someone opening it. Your eyebrows knit together, confused at who in the world would be stumbling in this late. You walked into the living area, to find a man in a cowboy hat and suit.

“Please tell me you’re still taking guests?” He drawled.

“You’re right on time actually. I was just about to lock up.” You gave him a soft smile as you watched him visibly relax.

He was handsome and his brown eyes held a softness, and something you couldn’t place, but it was comforting. He was also dripping wet, and both of you seemed realize it at the same time.

“Right! Let me get you a towel! So sorry.”

You moved quickly, turning back to the kitchen and through it to the laundry room, grabbing a fresh towel from the the dryer.

“Do the best you can with this, and I’ll get you in a room as soon as possible. If you want I can throw your wet clothes in the dryer. That’s if you don’t get them dry cleaned.”

You found your self fumbling your words, suddenly awkward. You dealt with people every single day, from different walks of life, and this wasn’t the first handsome man who had walked through your door. He was just more so, and he was making you nervous but not in a bad way.

“That would be amazing darlin’. Names Jack by the way. I do apologize for coming in so late, and in such a state. I had a bit of a late evening and this was the first place I came to.”

“(Y/N) and it’s perfectly alright. You’re my only guest so, welcome to the Wildflower Inn!” you gave him a big smile. “I have some left over food from my dinner tonight if you’re hungry. After you get settled that is.”

“Oh that would be even better. I really appreciate that darlin’.”

“Not a problem at all. Let me show you to your room.”

He picked up the bag he had set down to dry off, and followed you. You lead him to the room close to yours, for reasons you weren’t quite sure of, but you went with your gut.

“Here’s your key. You have a small closet here, a full ensuite bathroom. The tv may be out because of the storm, so I hope you don’t need it to…”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before lighting flashed through the room, and a crash of thunder rattled the windows, as the lights flickered and then went out.

“Shit. Well, the tv is definitely out,” you let out a bit of a chuckle. “Also in every room is a flashlight.”

You walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out a flashlight turning it on.

“I’ll go get a lamp, so you’ll have some more light.” You give him a smile.

“Thank you darlin’.”

You gave him a nod and went to grab a gas powered lamp, placing it on the bedside table and lighting it.

“I’ll leave you to settle. You can come down when you are done. Lucky for you I have backup supplies, but your clothes probably won’t be getting dried.”

“That’s perfectly alright. I have extras. Thank you for everything darlin’. You’re a natural at this.”

“Well, thank you,” you gave a smile, your cheeks hot, before turning to leave.

You were careful with the steps, as you made your way back downstairs and into the kitchen. You pulled out more lamps, lighting them and placing them in just a few places where you could watch them. You turned and started to work on fixing a sandwich for Jack, careful to only open the fridge sparingly. You had no idea how long the power would be out, but you prayed not long enough to ruin your food. Just as you were finishing up you heard footsteps, and soon Jack was joining you.

“I hope it’s okay. I left everything off so you could fix it how you wanted. Please do eat as much as you want,” you gave him a soft smile.

“Thank you darlin’,” that damn nickname was going to be the death of you.

“I have water and sweet tea.”

“Oh sweet tea for sure. I’m too much of a Southern boy to turn that down.”

You let out a chuckle as you fixed him a glass. Just as you sat his glass down and was turning to fix yourself one, the thunder crashed again shaking the house and rattling the glasses in the cabinet. You jumped, feeling yourself inching closer and closer to being on edge. A normal, calm, thunderstorm didn’t bother you, but this one seemed to be getting worse. And with no power it was making you nervous.

“Whoa! Hey you okay?” Jack stood up, his chair sliding against the wooden floor.

He reached for you just as you turned, and realized the two of you were closer than you thought. You looked up at him, trying to calm yourself down but your heart only pounded more from the look of worry dancing in his brown eyes.

“I…I’m okay. It just scared me. I don’t do well with storms,” you felt your face heat in slight embarrassment.

“That’s alright. Why don’t you keep me company while I eat real quick? And then maybe we can do something together? Do you have cards? We can play by the lamp light?”

“Yeah I have cards. That…that would be perfect.”

He nodded before he went back to his seat, and you turned to finish making your drink, grinning like a school girl with a secret crush. You hardly ever had men come stay here alone, and the few times you did, you’d been slightly nervous. Being a woman running this place mostly alone was not ideal, and it could get ugly fast. Jack, however, didn’t make you feel that way. He made you feel at ease, sent your heart racing, but you felt like you had known the man your entire life. It was something you had never felt before, but you loved it. You sat across from him and sipped at your drink. The two of you slid into easy conversation, learning more about each other. It was easy to talk to him, and he had you laughing and smiling more than you had in awhile. The only damper to the evening was the crashing thunder, and howling wind that joined in, making the bones of the house creak. Jack watched you carefully and seemed to hurry his dinner along, until he finally sat back.

“That was delicious. I was hungrier than I thought,” he let out a chuckle.

“I’m glad it was good. I really wish you could have had the soup. It’s a specialty of mine.”

“I doubt this will be the last time I ever see you. It will just give me an excuse to come back.”

You both froze slightly, with your eyes connected to each other. Your stomach erupted with butterflies and once again you felt your face heat.

“I was secretly hoping that you wouldn’t just leave and never look back,” your words were soft but even over the storm you knew he heard you.

“I would never. This is too…”

“Easy?”

“Exactly.”

The both of you fell silent with small smiles on your faces. Another crack of thunder and a hard gust of wind broke the moment, making you jump and close your eyes.

“Come on, let’s get into those cards, and get your mind off this storm.”

“Right.”

You stood and turned to one of the drawers in the kitchen and pulled out some playing cards. You sat back down and looked across the table at him.

“Ready to get your ass kicked Cowboy?” The nickname slipping out accidentally, and you stopped breathing.

That was until Jack broke out into a smirk, and you swore you saw a twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh it’s on darlin’.”

You pulled the cards out, shuffled them and the two of you started in on your first game.

The storm had settled outside. Rain continued to fall and distant thunder could still be heard but now it was peaceful. You had lost count of the number of games you and Jack had played. Running through various card games, and even a few he taught you how to play. You tried your best to stifle the millionth yawn you had let escape in the past thirty minutes, but failed miserably.

“I think we should turn it. I’m sure it’s late,” Jack smirked as he looked up at you.

“I’m fine. I swear,” your eyes were heavy and you knew he could see the lie on your face.

The truth was, you didn’t want to go to bed, because you didn’t want him to leave. You figured he would leave tomorrow morning at some point and the thought crushed you. It was odd how quickly the man had worked himself into your mind, but there was something about him.

“Come on darlin’,” he stood and held his hand out.

You took it and he helped you stand, before you both put out all the lamps and padded upstairs with the flashlight. Jack stopped at the door of his room, and you did the same. You turned to him, hand on your door handle.

“Well, goodnight Cowboy,” you gave him a smile.

“Goodnight to you too darlin’,” he returned the smile, but he didn’t move to walk into his room and neither did you.

The two of you kept eye contact for longer than normal, and you wondered if his mind was racing with the same thoughts yours was. You were silently begging him to just come kiss you. Take those few strides to you, and just, kiss you. You didn’t want to have to toss and turn in bed all night, no matter how tired, and wonder what those lips would have felt like. He seemed to battle himself too. Then his hand fell from his door handle.

“Oh fuck this,” he spoke just above a whisper before he was in front of you.

His hands came up to your cheeks in a gentle hold and his lips crashed against yours. You reached up to fist the front of his shirt, and wasted no time kissing him back. You melted into him, your mind going fuzzy. You had never been kissed like this. No man made butterflies, no fireworks, erupt inside of you like this man did. You realized in that moment, you were in deep. The two of you reluctantly pulled away when air became a must. Jack’s forehead rested against yours, and the two of you panted. Your eyes were still closed, trying to gather yourself, but you could feel him watching you. Finally your eyes fluttered open and were met with brown ones. He seemed to watch every thought cross your face.

“Tell me you want to,” he whispered.

“I want to. Please,” you sounded slightly desperate, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to really care.

That seemed to be enough for him. His mouth fell back to yours and he picked you up carefully. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers finding purchase in his brown locks and your legs wrapped around his waist. He fumbled with your door but soon you were through it, and then you were against the wall, trapped between it and Jack. His kisses were eager and so were yours. It was like the two of you would never be able to get enough of each other. Finally he planted you on the ground and pulled away. You were a mess, and the man had only kissed you. You glanced at yourself in the mirror that was attached to a small vanity behind Jack. Your lips were swollen and red, hair slightly disheveled and you were a panting mess.

Jack’s hand gripped your hip and took ahold of you, pulling you to him. He gave you one more slightly softer kiss.

“Let me make you feel good, yeah?” He spoke low and gentle.

You couldn’t speak, too afraid of your voice giving you up, exposing the wreck you truly were, so you simply nodded your head. Jack’s hands travelled up your shirt, inching slowly across the skin of your stomach and up to your breast, squeezing over the fabric of your bra. You let out a shuddering gasp and gulped slightly. You watched him watch you, as he let out a chuckle at your reaction. Then he slipped your shirt over your head and let it fall to the floor. Your bra went soon after it, and he didn’t give you much time before his fingers had the hard pebble of your nipples between them. He pinched, pulled and you let out a moan, arching into him slightly before he released them. Never once did his eyes move from yours. He turned you slightly, and gently pushed you down to your bed, your legs hanging off. He hovered over you, kissing your mouth again, before pulling away and starting down your body. You let out a sigh as your head tipped back, eyes fluttering closed, trying to focus on where his lips touched. It was all so gentle and intoxicating. His lips wrapped around your hard nipples flicking them with his tongue, before he continued down your stomach till he was right where your jeans rested across your hips. He kissed right there under your navel, as he unzipped your pants before pulling them, along with your underwear, completely off. They joined your shirt on the floor and you finally forced your eyes open to look down. It was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen, this man resting himself between your thighs. You let out a whine as he placed your legs on his shoulders and wrapped his arms around you, to keep you pinned down.

“I know darlin’. I got you,” he spoke, his breath ghosting over your already soaking wet center.

You shuddered and watched as he leaned in. No more slow movements. This man knelt between your legs, taking you in his mouth like this was the first meal he had had in months. Like you were the last thing he would ever taste. Your head flew back, a moan almost at the pitch of a scream erupted from your lips, and your hand flew to his hair, lacing your fingers there. You were putty in his hands, completely at his mercy and you had never had a man touch you like this. You panted, moans still falling from your lips, as he moved his tongue around your clit before sucking the bundle of nerves between his lips. You jumped, letting out another yelp.

“Jack,” his name fell from your lips like a prayer and his eyes looked up at you smirking, as his tongue went back to work.

His right arm lifted and he pushed your right leg slightly off his shoulder stretching you open more. He pulled his mouth, away pulling another pitiful moan from you. His middle and ring finger rubbed at your now sensitive clit, causing you to jump and you looked down catching his eyes. He never moved his gaze from yours as he slipped his two fingers deep into you. He started to flutter them against that delicious spot inside you. Your head went back again and now both of your hands found purchase in his hair. His mouth went back to your clit and his fingers started to move even quicker inside of you. You thanked God that there was no one else in this house, nor a single neighbor in ear shot as you screamed out. You were reeling and you could feel yourself inching closer and closer to the edge, before Jack moaned against you. You snapped, your body going ridged, back arching, a mixture of curses and his name falling from your lips. You tried to close your legs but he wasn’t letting up, determined to get you through your orgasm. Finally your body gave out and melted into the bed as Jack let up. His lips peppered kisses across your center and thighs, before he was crawling back up to your lips. When he kissed you and you tasted yourself it sent a whole new jolt through you, and you moaned against his lips. Your fingers fumbled with his pants and his hand reached out stopping you. You pulled away, hurt clearly written across your face. Jack did nothing but smirk and kiss your nose.

“Let’s take it slow darlin’. Not that I needed anymore reason to come back, waiting gives me more incentive to hurry my ass up.”

“Wait, you really do plan to come back?”

“Darlin’ you had me the moment I walked in to this place. I took one look at you, and knew that this wouldn’t be the only time I ever saw you.”

The smile that spread across your face was a beaming light, and your stomach fluttered with butterflies.

“It took me a bit longer.” You smirked as Jack’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“It took me longer than the second you walked in.” Another look, puppy dog eyes activated “After I realized you weren’t some crazy killer, then I was good.”

He let out a chuckle and shook his head. “You had me worried there darlin’.”

“It was a few minutes instead of seconds but who is really counting?”

“Oh I am. I’ll always tell people I fell first now.”

Both of you let out laughs that mixed together, and it was a sound you would never get tired of. Silence fell and the two of you kept your eyes on one another, try to memorize everything you could.

“So… when will you leave?” You paused for a moment. “And how long will you be gone?”

“I can stay another day but then I gotta get back home. I shouldn’t have to stay away too long but I never know. My job is…unpredictable.” He spoke as his fingers brushed hair from your face.

“What do you do?”

“I wish I could tell you darlin’. It ain’t nothing…like what you may be thinking. I’m just not allowed to say and normally its not a problem. It could be dangerous.”

You nodded your head in understanding. It made your stomach twist slightly, but you tried to push every single thought that fired off in your brain.

“I’m going to try and take some time off and come back here. We ain’t too awful far from each other. I can help out around here, earn my keep and all.” He smirked.

“Oh yeah. I don’t let anyone stay for free,” you chuckled as you looked up at him.

He finally laid down next to you, pulling you into him.

“I think I can think of plenty of ways to pay you back.”

“Oh I can too. I have some pipes that need fixing, the lawn needs to be mowed, I can send you grocery shopping,” you pulled your hand between the two of you to tick things off on your fingers, before looking up at him.

The look on his face made you burst out laughing.

“I see how it is. You finally got a man around so I’m going to have a honey do list.”

“Exactly! I just happen to put myself on there too. Mentally,” you taped your temple and smirked up at him.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked kissing your forehead and you giggled.

The two of you laid there ,falling into easy conversation until you felt yourself slipping to sleep.

“Sleep darlin’. I’m right behind you. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Jack’s lips once again caressed your forehead and you curled into him.

As you fell asleep you knew there would be many more nights shared with him in your little inn, and you couldn’t wait.

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