Give Me An Assassin And A Girl He Can’t Kill And I’ll Ship The Hell Out Of It.

i wouldn’t be me if i didn’t come back and say let’s do the darn thing. press the heart to talk shipping with nat, priority will be given to those willing to interact and develop both ic / ooc. pre-established or building relationships both welcome.

don’t ship with me bc I will worship our ship and love on it every other second and when I’m not doing replies I will reblog things to fill our otp tag and I will message you lil things to reply to and cute headcanons and spine crippling anGST DONT DO IT I WARNED YOU

who needs memes?

*Person A does something stupid*

Person B: "What an absolute fucking idiot."

Person B: "Can't believe I'd die for them."

@bettertelepath pressed the ♥ for a starter

"how does it work? the whole—" a hand that waves around him as though the motion is supposed to tell him everything that her voice currently isn't. "—mind reading thing work? do you get to pick who you're reading or does it just happen?" natasha is generally curious partially because she couldn't imagine the chaos of not having a choice.

open starter for mutuals

safety came in many forms when entering natasha's home, it began with the utter darkness that consumed each room other than the light from the moon that crept through the curtains. there was the knife kept by the bedside, and the pistol between the mattress and the box spring. people there was the occasional piece of furniture that jutted just enough into a walkway to trip someone who wasn't aware of the layout. and there was the creak of the door that she hadn't felt the need to fix.

she sat in silence, unmoving, sleep still in her voice as she spoke to the intruder. "you've got a lot of nerve coming this late without a head's up."

@blkhcrt pressed the ♥ for a starter

"do you choose to linger in the dark shadows for dramatic effect because i've got to be honest with you, i've known you were following me for about three blocks now." natasha shrugs as the words leave her mouth, choosing now to turn and look at the other. "wouldn't it be easier to just tell me what you need instead of this whole lurking and brooding nonsense?"

“you can’t just casually mention you’ve technically died once” i can actually. it’s funny