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hey love! avengers bi ship pls💗 i go by emmy and im 5’0. for whatever reason my friends love to joke about my height and consider me tOo iNnOcEnT and another one of their favorite a fIvE yEaR oLd. i always goof off and pretend im mad but i rlly don’t care. im rlly giggly and love snarky humor. in my free time i love to color in coloring books, workout, or do yoga. i also loveeee my stuffed animals and have way too many... thx bby💗
Hello hello, my love! I ship you with Carol Danvers!
There are few things I love more than your classic tough-baddie-falls-for-silly-cinnamon-roll ship! Carol holds much of the fate of the universe on her shoulders, so there can be a tendency for her life to feel kind of serious and heavy most of the time. But you are the bright shiny light that keeps the balance in her world. Carol may not be snarky, per say, but she has a razor sharp sense of humor. She is constantly whispering little sarcastic side comments to you when you’re both spending time with her teammates just to see you giggle and confuse the rest of the gang. She finds you adorable, and spending time with you erases the stress of her job.
I also ship you with our trickster god Loki!
Loki finds you fascinating. At first he was a little put-off, thinking you were maybe childish and therefor a risk. But he found over time that he actually very much enjoyed your company. You liked his sense of humor and brought a certain light to his otherwise dark, gloomy life. Each time he makes a snarky comment, and he hears you try to stifle a giggle, he gets butterflies.
Welcome to another weekend, my loves. I hope everyone is getting the relaxation and recuperation they need from this week. There is a lot happening in the world right now, and I’m sure everyone is exhausted.
If you need anything- a little talk, some emotional support, a fun lil’ fandom something, a special request -DO NOT HESITATE TO ASK!
In the meantime, both admins will be online and active all day today ☺️ Jaxx will be answering ship requests and putting together some fun lil’ posts! And Kennedy will be posting some back-drafted pieces that we had intended to post earlier, but will be playing catch up with now.
Ship with the avengers, please I'm demisexual, bi romantic. I’m Brazilian, my hair is dark brown and wavy and my eyes are dark too, my height is 5,1” I'm retracted, good-tempered, tolerant, anxious with new things, materialistic and VERY absent-mind My hobbies: draw, write, read (every kind of book) and swim (is the only sport I'm good) I love to hear: Twenty One Pilots, Ke$ha, The neighborhood and Panic At Disco Star Trek, Doctor Who, Black Mirror and Love Death + Robots are my favorites
Hello lovely! 🖤💜🤍 Okay, so I was at a real tossup with these two so I decided to do a little quip on each...
I ship you with Steve Rogers
Steve is very present; he is always very much THERE wherever he goes. So he compliments the absent-minded, creative energy his S.O. gives off. He loves to let you introduce him to new television shows, musical artists, and books. You’ve taught him more about the world than anyone else. He loves your kind, tolerant nature. And he is always there to support you through your anxiety over trying new things. He is patient and considerate, and always there for support and love in whatever form his partner receives it.
I also ship you with Wanda Maximoff
Wanda likes to pause and exist with her partner. She has been through a lot in her life, and at the end of the day all she wants is someone who will be there at the end of the day to enjoy a quiet evening of reading, watching television, cooking, etc. She is a caretaker by nature, so she is sensitive to her partner’s anxieties and needs. She dreams of a sweet home full of nice things with someone who is thoughtful and easy to be around.
NOTE: I do not need to know anything about your physical looks, unless you feel it truly defines you as you. Because at the end of the day, looks don’t matter. Who you are as a person is significant to me :)
**The only time I need physical looks is when we do specials (i.e. Prom Ships, Wedding Ships, Parent Ships) because that is when I assign an actor to play you. But I will let you know when/if I ever need that info.
Hello! Could I request a male marvel ship? I’m more of an outgoing person- whenever I meet new people I’m very open and warm but I still act tough to have my guard up. Once I get really comfortable I open up and people realize how soft and vulnerable I actually am. I can get pretty possessive over the people I care about. For fun I like to work out and I wrestle professionally! I basically live for physical affection and I’m obsessed with height differences since I’m only 5’0. TYSM!
Hello, love!
I ship you with Thor Odinson 💕
Firstly, and arguable most importantly, HEIGHT. Big tall god with his adorably small right-hand/partner-in-crime/lover/life partner. He could literally lift you off the ground one handed. Although he may have to occasionally act the part of “stoic leader” Thor is generally an affectionate, protective, sweet sweet teddy bear of a lover. He initially liked you because you were funny, tough, and could take his sh!t and give it right back. Then, over time, he fell in love with your soft, vulnerable side. He wanted to protect you and keep you close. The two of you are #WarriorCoupleGOALS! You can keep up with this UNIT of a man, and upon falling for you he realized love and companionship was what was missing from his world all along. Now he never lets you leave his side if it can be helped.
1) Ships! They are still open! I (Jaxx) will be answering the ones I have today, and still accepting more. Tomorrow is my day off and I will be active on here all day starting at 10am (MST). So please come by and drop-off your requests and ideas, or just drop by the chat and say hi!
2) One-shots! Kennedy has five new pieces she will be posting throughout the week, as she finds time to do so. But she is also accepting requests if you have them. She is still looking to compile a one-shot playlist, so if you have any inspirations for that go ahead and submit!
3) Personalized ships! Also still open, so feel free to request! HERE is the outline for that if you are interested.
So there’s the news! I will be around tonight for a few hours if you have any comments or concerns!
Story: Y/N, who’s lonely and depressed, texts a random number in search of a friend.
Rated PG for a little language, a little fluff and a little kissing
Warnings: None really, just fluff ‘n stuff, very light peppering of angst
Read Part 1 HERE
“So anyways, that’s how I learned about real snow,” Y/N’s long-time friend gestured as if to dismiss her story. “Anyways, how are you?”
Y/N leaned back in her chair, adjusting the webcam; “I’m okay. It’s been pretty shitty the past few months, but lately things are looking up.”
“Are you still working in that shithole?” her friend frowned.
“Yeah. But I’m looking for another job.”
“Ooh, where? Have you looked into Kendall and Associates? I have a buddy in IT that can get you in for an interview, if you want.”
“Actually, I applied for an assistant manager position at ‘Crepes & Such’.”
“I’m sorry, what?” her friend looked incredulous. “A service job?”
“Yep.”
“Um… are you actually okay, Y/N?” she frowned.
Y/N laughed, “Yeah, actually. I am.”
Her phone beeped loudly and she grabbed it to open the message.
“Have you put in your notice yet?”
“Not yet. I have to have my second interview at 10 tomorrow. Hella nervous!”
“You’ll do great, don’t even give it a second thought. Only reason he didn’t hire you after the first one was to give the other applicants a fighting chance. He said it himself!”
“Who are you texting?” her friend’s voice broke through Y/N’s thoughts.
“Oh, no one, sorry.”
Her friend smirked; “Shut up! You’re smiling like the cheshire cat! Spill.”
“It’s just… some person I’ve been chatting with.”
“A boy person…?”
Y/N laughed; “Y’know, I’m actually not sure.”
“Wait, you’re chatting with a stranger? How did you meet this mystery person?”
“He- she… they aren’t a stranger; we’re friends,” Y/N argued. “We’ve been talking for over four months now.”
“And you don’t even know if it’s a guy or a girl? Jeez, Y/N, this is the kind of stuff you see on Dateline.”
“It really isn’t like that. I trust… them.”
“You don’t even know this person, dude.”
“I kind of do though.”
As her friend launched into a long-winded story about some girl getting kidnapped after a Tinder date, Y/N glanced down at her phone again.
“Can I ask you something?” she typed out the message, but paused for a few minutes before sending it.
Only seconds before the response; “Anything, friend.”
“Who are you? Really?”
“I’m Batman.”
She smirked to herself; “Okay. Are you actually a BatMAN? Or are you a BatWOMAN?”
“Very punny. Why are you curious now? Out of curiosity 😉”
“We’ve been talking for a while now, and I feel like we know each other. Which is weird because I don’t know your name or what you look like or even if you’re a guy or a girl. So I guess I was wondering if maybe it was time to actually know you…?”
Then there was no reply, not for quite some time. Y/N nervously awaited a response as she wrapped up her Skype session, then passed the time pacing the kitchen, phone in hand, hoping she hadn’t overstepped some boundary and ruined this fantasy relationship she had built with what she was now realizing was probably a complete stranger.
Then her phone buzzed.
“What are you doing this weekend?”
“Nothing, not that I know of. Why?”
“Meet me in the center of the park. There’s that bridge, the one with all the trees around it. It is a very public place with great light in the evenings. Be there Saturday, 6pm.”
“Okay. I’ll be there.”
She felt a burst of butterflies in her stomach, then quickly added, “How will I know it’s you?”
“There is a very tall tree near the West side of the bridge; meet me under it. You’ll know it’s me.”
Y/N set her phone on the counter and leaned back, feeling heat rush to her cheeks.
…
Y/N waited until she was out in the street before she let out a little shriek of excitement. The job was hers! She would be doing something new, something fun, one step closer to something she actually loved. The staff was friendly and upbeat, her boss was as passionate about cooking as she was, his vision for the future involved a food truck, one which he needed someone to manage, and the pay was even more than she expected; it was perfect.
“You were right. I got the job!”
“I told you you would, you go!”
Y/N let out a satisfied sigh, unable to move the huge smile from her face; “I should come to you for all advice from now on.”
“Obviously.”
“:)”
“I’ll see you tonight?”
Y/N had forgotten that was today; “Oh my gosh it’s saturday. Yes!”
“Excellent. See you then.”
“See you then!”
“I can’t wait to meet you.”
Y/N blushed, pushing her phone back into her pocket before rushing off towards the subway station. Once she was home and began preparing she realized she had no idea what to wear. What was this? A date? A hangout? Was it something requiring dressing up or something easy to move and relax in? Maybe something in between: jeans with a nice blouse and cute shoes. If it is casual, she would look nice but not like she was trying too hard. If it was a date… actually, it would be the same first impression.
“Okay,” Y/N took a deep breath. “There is no reason to be nervous. You know them. They know you. Doesn’t matter what they look like; or what you look like, for that matter.”
She had just enough time to dress and primp before it was time to go. To avoid being late, Y/N took a taxi to the park and arrived ten minutes early to track down the tree. It was exactly how they had described it, even the incredible evening light. And so she stood and waited, nervously running a hand through her hair. The minutes seemed to both crawl and race by as six o’clock inched closer, then passed, and soon it was 6:10. By then Y/N was nervous; maybe they weren’t coming at all. Maybe this had all been one big joke. It seemed like a stretch, but not impossible. She had felt so close to this stranger, had talked to them about her deep rooted fears and anxieties, had gotten attached, been inspired. Was it possible she could have built it all up in her mind? Was this a mistake…?
“Are you waiting for someone?”
Y/N turned to look at the voice behind her.
The man smiled and asked again, “Are you waiting for someone?”
“I, um… I am,” she blushed. “Oh my gosh, you’re Quicksilver.”
Pietro nodded; “I am.”
“This is incredible, I-I can’t believe you’re a real superhero.”
“Really just… a run-of-the-mill hero,” he shrugged sheepishly.
“Oh… you…” Y/N’s eyes widened.
“Hi friend.”
“I can’t believe it’s you.”
“It’s me,” he smiled warmly.
Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. Her heart was racing, standing there gazing at this man in front of her, the person who had spent the past four months supporting her and inspiring her to reach for more. And he was one of the world's greatest heroes.
“You are very beautiful,” Pietro said a little more quietly, almost nervously.
“Oh!” Y/N blushed, “I don’t know…”
“I had this… feeling that you were.” he cleared his throat, “They way you talked to me; it just makes sense.”
“I wasn’t sure what to expect. It definitely wasn’t this,” Y/N laughed, still blushing.
Pietro looked quizzical; “Oh?”
Clearing her throat, she replied, “You’re kinda my hero, even before I found out who you are.”
A millisecond later Y/N burst into laughter; “I’m so sorry, that sounded so much less cheesy in my head!”
Pietro grinned widely; “I like it. I like you.”
“I like you too.”
There was a long pause, then Y/N added, “Thank you.”
“For what, krasotka?”
“For being such a good friend.”
“Um,” his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. “Could I maybe be more than your friend eventually…?”
Y/N’s cheeks darkened too and she nodded as they both stood blushing and smiling at one another. Then Pietro let out a breath and pulled Y/N into a sweet kiss. She felt the butterflies flutter up into her chest as he pulled her face into his. It felt so familiar and safe; it felt as though they had done this a thousand times but the spark had never died. He knew her, she knew him, and it was perfect.
When he pulled away, Y/N let out a whispered “Wow.”
“Yeah…” Pietro ran his thumb along her cheekbone.
“Quicksilver of The Avengers just kissed me…”
“Yeah.”
“Hey-” she placed her hand over his against her cheek.
“Yes?”
“I’m glad it was you.”
“I’m so glad it was you,” he grinned, then pulled her into another kiss.
Hey darling. May I request a male/female ship? My name is Christina, I'm sarcastic & I love making people laugh. I'm a positive and optimistic person and I try to see the best in everything. But I'm also afraid of making mistakes or being rejected by people I love. I'm really sensitive & emotional, passionate (even though I'm a big procrastinator) and creative. I love singing, dancing, baking and spending time with my friends. Gemini/infp/Hufflepuff Thank you so much and have a great day!
Hello love! Hopefully this is good ☺️
I ship you with Vision
Vision has a surprisingly good sense of humor, despite being a pretty straight-shooter. He would certainly appreciate your sarcasm and jokes! He also loves you for your optimism; he often looks at things very literally, but your view of the world gives him hope for humanity. He is sensitive to your feelings and takes lots of time in the beginning of your relationship to get to know you on a deeper level, understanding your sensitivities and emotions.
When he looks at you he sees the whole world, HIS whole world. In his eyes no mistake or fear could change the way he feels about you. You bring him out of his shell, show him a whole new shiny world, while he gives you a safe place to be yourself and follow your dreams without fear of rejection or judgement.
“I’m short of breath standing next to you. I’ll be the dangerous ledge, you be the parachute. Blue and green below is a masterpiece. But you are beautiful like I’ve never seen” -Heart
Curling up together to read on quiet weekends, ice skating in the park every winter, bringing roses home after a mission, slow dancing in the kitchen, binging TV shows (and explaining the references he doesn’t understand), becoming ‘home’ for each other, hand kisses, cheek kisses, slow kisses, holding hands and giving a gentle squeeze to let him know you’re with him until the end.
Story: Y/N, who’s going through a rough patch, texts a random number in search of a friend.
Rated PG-13 for language, mention of drinking
Warnings: Reader is going through a rough patch, but I tried to keep it on the lighter side. Also, use of language.
“Are you lonesome tonight? Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart?”
The lilting voice of The King floated in through the open window as Y/N sat at her desk, staring at the blank screen in front of her. There was plenty of work to be done, sure. But what was the point now. She hated her job, her coworkers, the tiny cubicles, the sound the water cooler made every time an air bubble floated up. And here she was on a Saturday working from home to try and finish whatever dry, boring project her boss had saddled her with, knowing that Y/N was the only person who would actually get it done. Nevermind that Marc had ten years of experience on her two, or that it was actually Kayla’s department that was in charge of this particular project. Or the fact that Y/N was still technically an intern.
“Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare? Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?”
And to throw a cherry on top of this hate-my-life sundae, today marked the official six month anniversary of Jeremy moving out. Break ups were always tough, of course. But things could have certainly been easier if he hadn’t literally picked up and left in the middle of the night. It seemed as though the past year had been one big non-stop “fuck you”. Work? Terrible. Relationship? Long-dead. Family? Radio silence. Friends? Moved away. Apartment? Actually starting to feel like a cave.
Y/N glanced around the room at the stack of empty takeout boxes, the pile of paperwork, the week-old laundry. Motivating oneself to clean up seemed an immense task when the overwhelming feeling in life was ‘why bother?’
“Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?”
The sad song was just too ironic to handle at that moment. Her neighbor across the courtyard was a huge Elvis fan, and listened to old records nearly every night. For the most part it was nice to have the soft music as a background when she was home, but tonight it was a glib reminder of how lonely she actually was.
“This is bullshit,” Y/N muttered to herself and closed the laptop.
It was saturday night and she wasn’t about to stay at home and mope her way through another weekend. No sir. And so with all the energy and false confidence she could muster, Y/N grabbed an outfit out of the closet, threw on some makeup, and headed out on the town.
…
Okay, so maybe the nightclub scene wasn’t what she was after. Thirty minutes to get in, twenty waiting for a drink, then a whole lot of sitting around on garrish plush furniture waiting for someone to walk over and strike up a conversation. The closest she came was two drunk girls telling her they liked her shoes before stumbling off into the sweaty fray. And now this overpriced, watered-down drink was going straight to her bladder.
Y/N set the now empty cup on a table and headed off for the line to the bathrooms. Surprisingly, she only had to wait for two people before she got in and locked herself into a stall. The walls were as high as the ceiling and provided a satisfying amount of privacy. Behind the safety of four walls, Y/N finally had a chance to breathe. And once again the stress of the past months settled in, despite the cheap liquor pumping through her bloodstream. She leaned her head against the wall next to her and sighed, tracing the faded graffiti.
“Satisfaction guaranteed. Call now!” and a number scrawled below, along with a doodle of a stick figure with a ‘censored’ bar over its lower half. Giggling to herself, Y/N snapped a picture and tucked her phone back into her purse. With a defeated groan she clicked back out to the sinks.
“Oh my GOD, couch girl!”
The shrill voice cut through the bathroom, and Y/N (along with everyone else) turned to glance at its owner.
“Come here, come here,” the blonde girl from earlier gripped Y/N’s hand and dragged her out into the club again, “Come dance!”
And then the evening descended into a blur.
…
Y/N woke to the bright morning sun pouring through the window of her own bedroom. Her head was pounding, her feet ached, and her stomach felt sour. Last night had turned into a long, drawn out drunken dance fest with her two new friends (whose names and numbers she had never managed to get), and in the cold light of day Y/N vowed to never try and drink her woes away again.
After much groaning, she managed to shuffle to the kitchen and set the hot water on, all the while cursing her past self. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed her phone and checked the screen. One unread text.
“Dammit,” she groaned.
Work never stops. Reluctantly, she opened the message.
“If you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to drop me a line again.”
An unknown number, great. Y/N scrolled back up through the rest of the conversation. And was surprised to find several hours worth of back-and-forth with the mystery person. Somehow, in her intoxicated state, she had poured out her heart to a complete stranger, telling them all about the stress and sadness and heartache over her life. In turn, they had offered support and humor, and if she hadn’t known better she would have assumed this was a conversation between close friends.
“What the-”
Y/N recalled the number from the wall of the club bathroom. In a panic, she checked the photos on her phone. But the number didn’t match the one she had texted. At least not exactly. Somewhere during her night out she had attempted to text this mystery man but instead had hit up some poor clueless stranger and had a long drawn-out conversation over the course of the evening.
With an exasperated sigh, Y/N tossed her phone on the counter and retired to the couch in defeat.
…
“You look really tired,” Kayla’s brunette locks appeared above the edge of Y/N’s cubicle.
Y/N nodded; “It was a long weekend.”
“Did you finish the projection project?”
“I put it on his desk this morning.”
“Ah man,” Kayla sighed. “I was hoping I could hand it in to him. I have some, um, stuff I had to go over.”
“Like taking all the credit?” Y/N thought to herself.
“Oh well, I’ll get the next one. Thanks!”
Then she bounced away, heels clicking loudly against the floor.
Y/N leaned her forehead against the desk and groaned.
“Fuuuck…”
Her phone buzzed and Y/N sat up, rubbing her temple, and pressed the notification.
“Hope they aren’t giving you too much crap today.”
Y/N frowned; it was the stranger from the night before.
“I’m sorry, who is this?”
It was only a moment before they replied; “You mentioned you might say that!”
“Ha ha sounds about right. But that doesn’t answer my question.”
“A friend.”
“Okay,” Y/N whispered to herself, frowning. “Is this being cute? Or shady…”
“A friend with a name?”
“I thought you said we weren’t doing names?”
“Of course drunk me would say that,” Y/N thought.
“Okay friend. Tell me a little about yourself.”
“I’m a member of a secret organization who kept me in a lab for the first part of my life in order to mold me into a super weapon. Now I spend my free time saving the world.”
“You’re funny.”
“You don’t believe me?”
Y/N smiled to herself; “Okay ‘friend’ I’ll leave it be for now. You’re a superhero.”
“Really just a run-of-the-mill hero.”
“Mm-hm, I’ll take your word for it.”
“If you didn’t have to do your job, what would you want to be?”
The question caught Y/N off guard; she hadn’t thought about it in so long. She had been fully focused on getting through school, then getting a job that could get her out of her parents house and on her own. She hadn’t thought about what she actually wanted to be.
“Um, idk”
“That’s not good.”
“I have a job. That’s what really matters,” she paused, then added, “Do you like your job?”
“I love it.”
“You’re lucky.”
“What do you like to do?”
Y/N sat for a few minutes and considered this.
Another text came through: “???”
Finally she typed, “I love to cook. I actually took a bunch of cooking and culinary arts classes in school. But I would hate being a chef. The hours are outrageous and it gets stuffy in the kitchen.”
“What about a food truck? You could make your own hours, drive to different places every day, you could even travel.”
Y/N actually laughed aloud to herself. She had never considered cooking for a living. She had worked as a waitress when she was in highschool and the kitchen staff were always miserable and overworked. Not to mention kind of mean. She had written off cooking for a living right then and there.
“I’d never thought of that.”
“What is your favorite thing to cook?”
“Breakfast food and baked goods, mostly.”
“That is perfect food truck food!”
“I suppose it is…”
“You should check this out,” they replied, then sent a link to an article titled ‘Considering Opening a Food Truck? Read these fifteen true stories from other chefs who did the exact same thing!’
“I’ll check it out, thanks!” Y/N name typed back, still smiling to herself.
“Hey friend, can I text you tomorrow? I have to go save some kids from a bus on fire.”
“Of course. Be safe, Superman!”
“Hm, nah. Call me ‘Batman’.”
“Okay, be safe Batman.”
“Read that article; I’ll ask you about it tomorrow!”
Y/N chuckled as she pressed save contact and typed ‘Batman’ into the name.
“I could make you happy, make your dreams come true, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do. Go to the ends of the earth for you to make you feel my love” -Make You Feel My Love
Long hugs, vows of protection, homemade breakfast after long missions, squeezing each other’s hands, neck kisses, doing “normal” couple things between missions, slow dancing to cheesy songs.
“Hey, I don’t write the archetypes, I just live ‘em.”
Y/N placed the dishes in the sink and returned to her seat across from Natasha.
“Do you want another drink? Or shall we… skip to dessert?” she winked.
When her companion hesitated, Y/N added, “Or something else, maybe?”
“What do you do?”
“Excuse me?” Y/N frowned.
“For work, what do you do? Or just in general.”
“Look,” Y/N chuckled, “I was just teasing you about the spy stuff. I know you’re busy and don’t have a lot of extra time.”
“I’m serious,” Natasha sat up and leaned closer. “Tell me about yourself.”
“Um, okay… dinner wasn’t that good.”
“Stop,” Natasha chuckled.
“Okay, okay,” Y/N took a deep breath, paused, then said, “I grew up a few hours north of here, but I moved into the city after highschool. My mom is a nurse and my dad passed away when I was a teenager. Graduated from college, got a job with SHIELD and a post out here to work remotely. Mostly I work on the computers of the people who work for the people who work with the higher level security stuff. I’m not exactly ‘inner-circle.’ Although I guess hooking up with Black Widow of the Avengers is pretty ‘in’…”
Natasha watched her while she talked, her eyes taking in each expression and gesture.
“Maybe I shouldn’t be telling you about myself,” Y/N smiled. “You are a high level operative. Not to mention kind of my...boss?”
“Given the nature of your background I’m not worried you pose a threat.”
“Maybe that is exactly what I want you to think, Agent Romanoff. My real plan is to steal the declaration of independence and thwart an evil plot to take over the United States of America.”
“Do you always deflect serious subjects with humor…?”
Y/N’s eyes softened; “Deflecting is a common side-effect of trauma. Alternatively, some of us go the opposite route and become intense and driven instead.”
Natasha let out a short laugh; “Like me?”
Y/N nodded. After a moment had passed, she added, “You don’t have to know me. I like you, you like me, you like my cooking… we can keep things very simple.”
“I already know you.”
“Excuse me?” Y/N laughed; it sounded absurd.
“You use humor to deflect and avoid real things. Because you’re afraid to get attached to people and watch them suffer. You express affection through action; cooking, cleaning, changing the sheets every time I come into town. You enjoy human connection but fear intimacy, which is why you’re okay with this arrangement. You don’t see yourself as important, but without you this whole team would collapse from the base of its foundation. Your mother worked a lot which is why you are so good at taking care of yourself and others. And you are secretly a huge romantic.”
Y/N waited for her to continue, but Natasha stopped as abruptly as she began. They sat in silence for several minutes, letting everything settle around them.
“Do you have a toothbrush?”
Natasha frowned; “What?”
“I have an extra. I just thought someone who travels as much as you might carry your own. And you can sleep on the right side of the bed; the left is mine.”
Y/N stood and reached her hand out. When Natasha didn’t take it, she added, “But you can choose what movie we watch.”
“I’m sorry… what about ‘dessert’?” Natasha smirked, still not moving from her seat.
“Tonight we are going to experience your ‘human connection’ and have a quiet night in. I made dinner, you pick out a movie, inevitably we will end up cuddling and falling asleep, then in the morning I will make you breakfast and send you off on your next mission.”
“Why-”
“Because I know you too. You keep people at arms length because you have to. But you want to be understood, just like anyone else. And you don’t want to go through the boring effort of doing cheesy first date ‘get-to-know-you’ stuff. So we’re just going to jump to the good part.”
Y/N took Natasha’s hand in her own and pulled her to her feet.
“Y/N…”
“It’s okay, I know you have work tomorrow. Just be here tonight. Okay?”
Author: Kennedy
Characters: Loki Laufeyson and Fem!Reader
Story: Loki kissing Y/N under the rain without an umbrella after a silly argument
Rated PG for light language
Warnings: None really. Some arguing between reader and Loki, but it is resolved
“We’ve been discussing this for four blocks,” Y/N sighed.
“And I stand by my initial prognosis: there will be no rain.”
“How do you know?”
“The woman on the television insisted we were to expect a pleasant evening,” Loki replied matter-of-factly.
“That channel is bogus! Half the time they get it absolutely wrong!”
“Look at the sky,” Loki gestured to the dark blue and purple wash highlighted by the gentle light of the low setting sun.
“What about those clouds?”
“The harmless, soft white ones on the horizon? Hardly poses a threat of rain, my dear.”
“Things change in an instant, especially weather,” Y/N argued.
Loki paused to turn and face her to say, “Darling, you are being ridiculous.”
“And you are being a stubborn ass.”
The god let out an exasperated sigh; “I hardly think-”
“No, no, no. This started because you are too proud to admit that I was right and it would’ve been wise to bring an umbrella with us tonight.”
“Because it is not going to rain! That is what I am trying to tell you.”
“You can’t possibly know that for sure!”
“My brother is the GOD of THUNDER,” he nearly shouted. “I think I have a fairly intuitive sense of when it is or is not going to rain!”
Y/N let out a loud huff of air, then turned and stalked up the sidewalk. Loki trailed behind her, muttering to himself. After another few blocks Y/N stopped and turned around.
“Here we are; thank you for dinner.”
“Y/N, darling,” Loki sighed. “We can’t leave in the midst of a quarrel.”
“Oh no, no quarrel,” she flashed a fake smile. “Simply a disagreement with no foreseeable resolution.”
“My dear-”
“I bid you good evening, Sir Loki, god of weather prediction, patron saint of pompous asses.”
Then she turned and started up the stairs to her building.
“Where am I to sleep tonight, then?”
“The couch. Obviously.”
She unlocked the door and stepped inside, “I won’t throw you out in the street; I’m not a monster.”
Both retired to their separate beds without another word.
Several hours passed and Loki was woken suddenly from a deep sleep. Rolling over, he grunted as the couch frame creaked beneath him. The clock on the table read 12:38am.
“Damn…”
As he settled back into the cushions, the living room was lit by a bright white light, followed shortly by a booming CRACK of thunder. Outside the window, rain splattered against the pavement.
Loki rolled all the way up to sitting and let out a sleepy chuckle; “My god, she was right…”
He grabbed his pants off their tidy pile on the coffee table and pulled them on before shuffling down the hall to the bedroom. He knocked softly and paused, and when there was no answer he crept inside.
“Y/N,” he leaned towards the bed. “Darling?”
But it was empty. In a moment of fear, he rushed back out to the house and called her name again. No answer. In one motion he grabbed his shoes and shirt from the table and rushed down the hallway and out the front door. The moment he stepped outside, he was soaked. Swearing under his breath Loki struggled to fasten his last few buttons, cursing his arrogance and trying not to picture Y/N getting into a taxi and finally doing away with all his nonsense.
“Loki!”
He glanced up through a sheath of wet black hair at Y/N standing in the middle of the empty street, completely soaked through, grinning ear to ear.
“What are you doing?” he shouted.
“I told you it was going to rain!”
“What’s it matter now? We aren’t walking-” he stopped mid sentence. Then simply laughed.
“You were right, darling.”
“Say it again!”
“You were RIGHT!”
Loki jogged down the steps of their building and met Y/N at the edge of the sidewalk.
She searched his face, a hint of concern shadowing her smile; “What’s wrong?”
“I thought you had gone somewhere.”
“Gone somewhere?” her face softened. “Where would I go?”
“I thought… I thought perhaps you were finished with me.”
Y/N’s smile widened; “Finished? With you, you ridiculous man…?”
Loki smirked.
“Hey, you forgot your umbrella again,” she teased.
He pulled her into his arms and twirled her into the street again.
“I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don’t be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” -A Thousand Years
Walks through the park, early morning coffee, holding hands, inside jokes, helping one another heal, being each other's family, giving her your jacket when it’s cold, live concerts, watching old romantic films, discussing parenthood.
The theme is “Your Love, at a Glance.” Just a little blip about what your relationship with your S.O. is like!
Send me the following:
1. Who you would like to be shipped with OR a brief description of who you are, so that we can ship you!
2. Who you’d like to play you in the gif OR what you look like so that we can choose one for you!
3. A little about your personal style! In general, how do you dress? Are you a sundress and heels girl? Cute skirt, riding boots? Skater? Jeans and comfy sneakers? ‘Screw it I’m wearing sweats’? Tell us about it!
4. Your favorite love song, perhaps the one that best describes YOUR vision of love/romance/relationships! OR just send me an artist/genre/whatevs and I will find one for you.
5. Tell me about YOU! What do you enjoy doing? What words best describe you? What little quirks make you you? Paint me a portrait of yourself in words!
“I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don’t be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” -A Thousand Years
Walks through the park, early morning coffee, holding hands, inside jokes, helping one another heal, being each other's family, giving her your jacket when it’s cold, live concerts, watching old romantic films, discussing parenthood.
Hello, may I request a ship request and be matched with a male please and thank you. LINK - The first part is infoship2 (.) tumblr (.) (com) (without the parentheses). You can take as much time as you need to, I don’t mind being patient & waitiing.
Real quick, I wanted to say I loved your matchup info! It was super accessible, well-organized, detailed and thoughtful. And you sound delightful :)
But now onto the important stuff...
After much reflection and research, I ship you with Sam Wilson/Falcon!
Initially I looked into basic compatibility. You are an Aquarius, he is often said to be a Libra (although he has a Virgo cusp which adds a secondary level to his personality). You are an INFP/ISFP and he is often typed as an ESFP. And one of your top enneagram types is 9 (the peacemaker) which matches nicely with his type 6 (the loyalist). On paper, the two of you have a lovely harmony.
In your description you said about yourself: “I try to be open minded to most things & compassionate/empathetic.” This is an important set of qualities that you both share. Sam regularly is thrust into situations where he has to be open-minded and compassionate in order to help his friends and peers. You both care deeply about those closest to you. Although you may act like you are indifferent to things, Sam is exactly the kind of strong, steady, loyal, caring, dependable partner whose authentic kindness and unwavering love would give you a safe space to express your feelings. He is here for all of you, the positive, the negative, and everything in between. He encourages you to explore new things, and you bring him a sense of home and comfort within your friendship.
In your relationship, Sam strives to be completely transparent. He tells you everything about himself, about his past, everything that has made him HIM. The two of you have no secrets, although Sam would never push you to share anything you weren’t completely comfortable with. Despite being charming, Sam is not one to rush into love. He has been through a lot in his life and he believes in friendship first as well. You would be close with his whole Avengers family, becoming good friends with everyone before your closeness and trust with Sam begins to form into romantic feelings. And when the day comes, he will tell you in no uncertain terms that he is in love with you and would like to make you a romantic dinner (lactose-free, of course).
Your days are filled with home cooked meals, movie nights, sharing your secrets and inner-selves, video game show downs, planning vacations to explore exotic places, laughing together, protecting one another with unwavering ferocity, and learning new creative things to do together in your downtime.
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