i was born careful

indie kate bishop rp blog mixed comic canon/au, oc, multifandom friendly rules prompts opens

Luckily- and probably because of the stern eye of some of the Asgardians present- Kate wasn't able to taste to much of the mead supplied for the super metabolism folks. She'd had the tiniest sip before the glass had been plucked from her fingers and told it was for the best.

Even that tiny sip though, and admittedly the shots she'd taken afterwards, had been able to turn the night into a blur. Kate remembered leaving the party, laughing in an Uber, throwing up in a toilet that definitely wasn't hers, and sheets much softer than she had at home.

And the metal arm draped over her waist was new too.

First things first, she peeked under the blankets and saw the same clothes she'd been wearing the night before. Not that it would've been the first time they'd slept together but being drunk wasn't the best time for her to be attempting such things.

Then she saw the glint of metal on her finger.

" What if we kiss? "

"Will you scoot?" How on earth she got into this closet with this nut she has no idea. He'd yelled something about a werewolf and shoved her inside, quickly following. Which would've been a brilliant plan except the closet was tiny and he seemed to be physically incapable of staying still.

She tries to shift and elbows him in the gut, swearing softly at his grunt. "Okay okay just-" Kate moves to hug the back of the closet as best she can, turning around to face him in a way she had thought would be less embarrassing and is quickly proved wrong. Now she has a front row seat to his face, wide eyed and long lashed and looking at her like she might murder him on the spot and that he might be down for it.

The next few moments are spent in silence, both of them straining their ears for any sign of life outside their refuge and when nothing stands out- "okay tell me the truth," she whispers, "did you do this as a weird way to flirt? Cause there are easier ways." His mouth opens to protest when her lips press against his quickly.

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

Kate woke up with a wad of her own hair in her mouth.

Spitting it out around an already dry mouth isn't as easy as she first thought, and reaching around with her hand doesn't seem to work as her arm is stuck under something. Someone? Someone warm and solid and-

These aren't her sheets.

Her head pops up, arm yanking from under the other person in this bed that isn't hers and immediately sees the ring on her hand.