#simmorse

[james-summer]

Bobbi Morse and her tiny lovers

[agentoffangirling]

Ranking AoS ships (canon & non-canon) bc I can:

FitzSimmons. If you don't have this as your top, I DON'T TRUST YOU. They are the blueprint, the very epitome of romance. If someone doesn't dive through a space rock to reach me on another planet, I don't want them

Dousy. Ik some people much prefer Sousa and Peggy, and they have a great relationship, but I don't know, I just like Dousy more. Maybe bc I want Daisy to be in a healthy relationship for once? But for only appearing in around half the episodes of s7, they don't feel rushed, and Chloe and Enver have great chemistry. They're so sweet together, I can't say much else other than I love them

Skimmons. Okay okay ik what a lot of people are gonna say, but I just think they're wonderful together. I've drifted a bit from shipping this, I do see the sisters aspect of them (I don't see them as sisters and romantically at the same time, that is WEIRD), but I still have a small soft spot for it. I think it's mostly Chloe and Elizabeth's love for the ship that sells it

Philinda. Tbh this and Skimmons could be switched, they're very close in my brain. While I don't necessarily feel too bad about them splitting up in s7, I like both the platonic and romantic versions of them, I think they were really great. They so obviously love each other, and what more can I say to that?

Huntingbird. 100% compatible 50% of the time, as Hunter puts it. I don't believe this to be the healthiest of AoS relationships, but not everything has to be perfect all the time. One moment they could be making jabs at one another, the next they're making out. Who knows? Their moments are a fun time either way

MackElena. I think what this ship needs is more time. Compared to the other relationships, MackElena doesn't get to share the screen all that much. I do love how they learn from one another, and they've always given me a kind of comforting type of vibe. They're just cute together

Simmorse. This feels like a relatively newer ship in the fandom, and I am all for it. I don't ship it massively, but I 100% see the potential, I think it's very easy to see that Jemma was crushing on Bobbi a couple times

QuakeRider. Just like Simmorse, I do see it, but I've never really been a big fan of it. Not that there's anything wrong with it, it has great vibes, I love the rogue x rogue type ship, I just don't ship it that much. I personally see them closer to older brother, younger sister type of dynamic. But I do see the potential

Staticquake. HEAR ME OUT OKAY? I used to like Staticquake a lot, but on my rewatches I see myself getting farther and farther away from it. It's not that they don't have good chemistry or that I don't think they're really in love, oh no, they have all of it, it's just not the best relationship for Daisy. There are more than a few moments where they're arguing, majority of the time Lincoln being in the wrong, and later Daisy apologizing for it? It always struck me as odd. I also feel like resolved too many issues behind the scenes, relying on exposition to make the audience believe they had gone further in their relationship

DekeDaisy. Idk if they have an actual ship name, so I'm going with this one for now. It's just wayyy too one-sided and doesn't seem like it would work anyway. Daisy was not in the right frame of mind for a relationship, and she seemed relatively blind to Deke's advances. Also considering that Deke sold her to the Kree earlier... yeah, it was never gonna work

Skyeward. It might get up one spot for the Framework version of them, but as it stands, the real life version of them is AWFUL. Ward lied to Skye on almost everything, hurt her, hurt her loved ones, kidnapped her, became obsessed with her, and countless other things I can't remember rn. They're so toxic and if you ship them (not Framework or pre-betrayal), I have genuine concern in your love life

[alexblakehusband]

bobbi: sorry, i'm not very good with emotion.

jemma: which emotion?

bobbi:

bobbi: ..all of them

[fatherfigure-femme]

My favorite WLW ships as taylor swift songs <3

Wenclair: midnight rain

“She was sunshine / I was midnight rain / she wanted it comfortable / I wanted that pain”

Rhaenicent: my tears ricochet

“and I can go anywhere I want / anywhere I want / just not home / and you can aim for my heart / go for blood / but you would still miss me in your bones”

Macevans: labyrinth

“you know how much I hate that everybody just expects / me to bounce back / just like that / uh oh, I’m falling in love / oh no, I’m falling in love again / oh, I’m falling in love / I thought the plane was going down / how’d you turn it right around”

Sameena: don’t blame me

“don’t blame me / love made me crazy / if it doesn’t you ain’t doing it right / lord save me / my drug is my baby / I’ll be using for the rest of my life”

Ronance: lavender haze

“I’ve been under scrutiny / you handle it beautifully / all this shit is new to me / I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me”

Shoni: renegade

“are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these / and let all your damage damage me / and carry your baggage up my street?”

Choni: false god

“daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you / you’re the west village / you still do it for me babe”

Beronica: betty

“will you have me / will you love me / will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends / if you kiss me would it be just like I dreamed it / will it patch your broken wings?”

Dreleanor: mastermind

“No one wanted to play with me as a little kid / so I’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since / to make them love me / and make it seem effortless / this is the first time / I’ve felt the need to confess / and I swear / I’m only cryptic and machiavellian because I care”

Dorlene: cowboy like me

“oh, I thought / this is gonna be one of those things / now I know / I’m never gonna love again”

Bioquake: dorothea

“but it’s never too late to come back to my side / the stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo / and if you’re ever tired / of being known for who you know / you know you’ll always know me”

AbbyMax: the great war

“it turned into something bigger / somewhere in the haze / got a sense I’d been betrayed / your finger on my hairpin triggers / soldier down on that icy ground / looked up at me with honor and truth / broken and blue / so I called off the troops”

Nobleflower: hoax

“don’t want know other shade of blue / but you / no other sadness in the world would do”

Simmorse: snow on the beach

“you wanting me tonight feels impossible / but it’s coming down / no sound, it’s all around / like snow on the beach”

Maeve & Aimee: sweet nothing

“all these people think love’s for show / but I would die for you in secret”

Lunet: delicate

“my reputation’s never been worse so / you must like me for me / we can’t make / any promises now can we babe / but you can make me a drink”

Kiarah: seven

“your braids like a pattern / love you to the moon and to Saturn / passed down like folk songs / the love lasts so long”

[unholyhelbig]

ok ok i definitely need a vampire kate part 2

i loved it!

[A/N: Oh, I am absolutely having way too much fun with this. I'm glad you like it and I'm totally considering a part three. Let me know what you guys think!]

Summary: Y/n struggles to hold her liquor and finally confronts Kate about her weird undead habits.

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I Don't Bite Pt. 2 | Kate Bishop x Reader

When Bobbi invited you over for drinks and light conversation it was almost second nature to deny her with a soft excuse. But there was a flash of indignation and an even stronger flash of your therapist urging you to insert yourself into more social situations that didn’t include work and scrolling through social media. There needs to be a good balance y/n. It’s how you prevent burnout.

Okay- yeah, maybe you were a little bit worn into your routine of driving into the city, putting out corporate-related fires before popping a frozen meal into the microwave, and binging the next crime documentary. Drinks would do you good. A fancy cheese board would do you better.

You certainly didn’t’ expect Kate Bishop to open the door. You had done a pointedly good job of avoiding one another after the encounter in the alleyway nearly a month ago. It wasn’t exactly hard; you just double-locked your doors and drew your curtains and lived like an absolute hermit after the sun went down.

Your grip tightened around the neck of a semi-expensive bottle of red wine, squeezing hard enough to embed the glass against your palm if it shattered. You had prepared yourself for the sunny disposition that Bobbi carried, or the sharp British charm her wife possessed. Instead, you were met with a pale, flustered maybe vampire.

“Wine,” You offered, holding it up and giving it a little shake. Your voice was no more than a crack.

Kate smiled sweetly, taking it from your hands. You knew your cheeks were blazing a bright red and figured that hers would too if she had an ounce of humility. If she had an ounce of blood circling her veins. She widened the door and welcomed you into the warmth before closing it.

This would be fine. It wasn’t just the two of you, your back against the side of a house with a trash bag in your grasp. This was a social event, an interaction that wouldn’t leave you breathless and dizzy with concern. Still, you didn't like that your back was to Kate, so you hurried into the well-lit kitchen.

Bobbi expertly held a knife above a block of cheese, half sliced through. Her green stare flashed towards you and warmed entirely. “Y/N! So glad you could make it.”

Jemma turned from her own task at the sink. They were a beautiful couple, one that had welcomed you with open arms when you first moved in across the street. Much like Kate, they had brought you a basket filled with muffins and a card expertly written in script. They worked for a large corporation that dedicated their research to renewable energy, often going off on tangents with one another about things you couldn’t dream to understand.

You could feel Kate’s coolness behind you, her hand finding the small of your back. You tensed for a moment, the edge of fear rushing through you before you realized she was just trying to edge her way into the kitchen. Part of you wanted to lean into it but settled for simply staying where you were.

“You’ve been such a stranger lately.” Kate’s metallic earthy scent filled your lungs as she pressed close to you.

“But feeling better, I hope.” Jemma’s soft voice chimed in. “Whatever you had seemed to take New York down a peg.”

You acknowledged Jemma with an over-exaggerated nod. Your stomach still hadn’t completely settled, and a wave of nausea hit you to prove its point. She opened an overhead cabinet and struggled on her toes to reach the wine glasses, prompting you to assist, and getting you away from Kate’s lingering stare.

“How are things at Stark Industries?” Bobbi asked, moving the cheese from the cutting board to a plate accented in flowers. “We just had someone pitch solar power on the lower floors. The amount of red tape there is…”

“A lot, I know. Pepper likes all her t’s crossed, and honestly, I can’t blame her. It seems like high stakes. I’m sure we could stand to save on some power though- thank you,” You took a glass filled to the brim with red wine, pressing your back against the counter.

Kate caught your gaze once more. Her slate stare was leveling you, trying to assess the situation. You had seen that look many times before and countered it with a burst of self-confidence that an initial gulp of alcohol could give you.

“You know all about high stakes, don’t you Kate?”

She was taken aback by your forwardness, a flash of it plaguing her expression. It was so quick, almost untraceable. The corner of her lip turned up slightly at that. Maybe you could draw something out of her in front of Bobbi and Jemma, a social event had more than one benefit.

She leaned both of her palms against the granite island “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“The security company,” You elaborated. Two could play at this game. You knew how google worked. “Sounds dangerous.”

“I can handle it.”

“I’m sure you can.”

Bobbi clapped her hands together, forcing a smile “Okay! Who wants some aged gouda?”

Two hours had gone by, and you admittedly had too much to drink. It started with easing your own nerves but turned into trying to keep up with Kate. That was a mistake. But she had deliberately held eye contact as she gulped down the cloudy red liquid, running her tongue over her bottom lip, smiling with pink-tinted teeth.

Jemma and Bobbi were wonderful hosts, they always had been, and you’d have to apologize profusely later. It wasn’t that kind of event- though you wished it had been. Everything was fuzzy, your head swimming. Once the lights in their living room began to pulse at the edges you knew it was time to call it a night.

“Thank you again,” You had managed through your thinly veiled attempt to pull your coat on, your arm getting latched on the edge “oops”

Bobbi pulled Jemma closer to her side, giving her wife a worried look. Kate was amused, a full-blown smile on her face now, and God damn if it didn’t’ infuriate you. You had watched her drink the same amount you had, if not more, and she was perfectly fine, probably able to recite the alphabet forward and backward, and in a different language.

“I’ll get her home,” Kate said, pulling on her own coat.

“It’s only 50 feet max. I’ve got it handled.” You reached for the door handle and turned it. It didn’t’ budge and you frowned, staring dejectedly at the homeowners who masked their own grins. “Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.”

Jemma snorted “Thank you, Kate. I think our poet here needs to lay off the Dickinson and the wine.”

That familiar scent of blood and earth coated your lungs as Kate said something that you didn’t’ quite catch and ushered you out the door. You let yourself be guided simply because you wanted to and not because it was Kate doing so.

She was pale under the moonlight, nearly glowing as she helped you avoid a particularly bad patch of ice rimmed in oil and dirt. You found yourself clinging to her jacket. Clearly, you should be afraid, or at the least, familiar with the fear that she instilled.

“Whoops,” you mumbled once more when your keys fell to the paved walkway, nearly toppling over when you grasped them. She waited patiently as you unlocked the door, swinging it open and welcoming the heat. She matched the temperature of the night. “Question,”

“If it’s about Emily Dickinson, I failed the poetry unit in college. Miserably.”

“No,” You shoved her shoulder, “If I invite you in, does that mean you can like… enter anytime? I don’t know how it works.”

“How what works?”

She scrutinized you. Okay, you could get behind being gaslighted by a supernatural creature. They’ve had years of practice and you patted yourself on the back for recognizing the tactic in the first place. So, you invited Kate in as a test. She was cautious, still leading you even though you were convinced that you could handle it.

You fought her diligently as she ushered you towards your bedroom and gave in after another wave of nausea washed over you. Your ceiling was spinning, legs hanging off the side of the bed. Kate fought back a smirk as she untied your boots and slid them off. You draped your arm over your eyes.

“Kate,”

“Y/N?”

“I think I’ve decided that it’s okay if you’re a vampire. People have their flaws and if murder is yours. I can live with that.”

There was a silence that washed over the room. You pulled yourself up onto your elbow and stared at her. One boot was in her hand, her mouth slightly agape. Moonlight flooded the room, washing over your carpet and the mud you had just tracked onto it.

“Is this why you’ve been so hostile lately?” She forced a breath from her lips “you think I’m a vampire?”

“It’s not funny!” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, and flopping back down to glare at the ceiling.

Kate laughed though, and you had to admit, the sound was heavenly. You felt like you were drowning in the sound, warmth prickling against every inch of your body. She could get it out of her system, after all, she had just helped your slowly sobering self to your room.

“Hey,” she grasped at the lapels on your coat, gently pulling you up to a sitting position, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes and a smile lingered heavenly on her lips. You were mere inches from her, breathing her in. “I’m only going to say this because you won’t remember it in the morning,”

Your breath caught, your eyebrows lifting. There were two of her fluctuating in front of you right now. Maybe she had a point. You could handle two Kate’s. Maybe not two vampire Kate’s but normal, human, fucking stunning, Kate’s.

“It will forever baffle me how you put the pieces together before the two secret agents across the street.”

It was your turn to be quiet, not something you had done very well tonight. But your mouth was suddenly dry, Kate’s hands still locked around the collar of your jacket. They radiated cold air, that tinny scent filling your lungs again, mouth dry and parted. The smell of alcohol spilled past your lips.

“You… I” Your brain felt fried and far from clarity “They’re what?”

[daisybeewrites]

Mack: so let me get this straight—

Bobbi: more like let me run this bi you

Hunter: let’s just see how this pans out

Fitz: we should take a moment to ace-cess the situation

Simmons: maybe we should review the events that have trans-spired

Daisy: i’m a lesbian! :D

[jennastarkhasaheart]

[dailyjemmagifs]

she’s a m a z i n g