Travelling for all eternity through time and space, you need someone who is going to keep you amused, safe and fascinated. Your soul mate. So I’d choose my wife Elaine.
Things to Imagine Your Ship(s) Doing
- Them resting together and talking to each other before falling asleep. Bonus if one half gets the other to run their hand through their hair and down their back.
- Forehead touching.
- Stroking one’s head in that way where their hand lingers on their cheek or jaw, and giving them a soft smile.
- Slow, shy kissing that eventually just ends up being really calming and nice to both of them.
- One person doing or talking about something they enjoy greatly whereas their partner just stares at them with a small smile and slight laugh because wow what a cutie their partner is.
- Hugs around the waist from behind and nuzzling their neck while talking as casually as ever.
- Forehead kisses.
- Playful arguing that leads to playful, harmless elbows shoving into their sides while they laugh at each other and themselves.
- Gazing up at the night sky while laying down on theirs and pointing out different stars and holding hands and shifting closer to one another.
Pixar + RAWR!
Okay so even if a Clint has a wife and kids in AoU, and canon Clintasha is only platonic, it’ll still be hella cute?
Natasha corrupting tiny Bartons and teaching them how to hotwire a car while Clint’s wife facepalms in the background.
Clint getting made on an undercover op and calling Nat to go stay at the farm and keep his family safe just in case.
A list of household rules drafted especially for when Nat visits. No poison tipped daggers in the house, no cleaning guns on the dining room table, nobody’s allowed to be maimed or killed in bedtime stories, stop drinking soda straight from the 2 liter bottle and all the other little bad habits she’s picked up from Clint.
Clint and Natasha mailing back souvenirs and postcards for everyone when they’re out of the country.
Clint getting a text on the Quinjet home from a mission that reads “Christmas card pic on Friday, wear a red sweater.” Natasha staring at her own text in confusion because this weird number just sent her a message, “Family Christmas pic on Friday, you’ll need a red dress.”
Do the kids have a godmother? Yes they do.
Just imagine after John’s back home, but they still haven’t sorted out their feelings yet, and Sherlock tell him one night that they’re going out to dinner, and he should wear what Sherlock laid out for him on his bed. John thinks it’s going to be something posh, but it’s his oatmeal jumper and an old ratty pair of jeans. So he puts it on, and when he comes downstairs, Sherlock’s wearing the greyish button down and the jacket he wore that first night, and Sherlock doesn’t say anything so John doesn’t ask, and then they go to Angelo’s for dinner, and they get the candle and a bottle of wine, and finally John says, “What’s this all about, Sherlock?”
Sherlock looks at him and says, “It’s the anniversary of the day after we met. And we came here, and you asked me if I had a boyfriend and I told you I was married to the work.”
John just stares at him, gnawing on his lip and waiting, and Sherlock says, “Can we try again, John? I gave you the wrong answer last time.”
And John just breaks down, and pulls Sherlock to him, and kisses him and kisses him, and murmurs, “I’ve been waiting so long, so long,” against his mouth.
Hey look at this thing I wrote a long time ago. Nice.