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Will you come back to scarletwidows life lessons?

i want to!!! i have several wips in that universe but i just haven’t really gotten around to writing it 😭

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honestly losing my shit over the marvels movie i can’t stop thinking about it and it might truly kickstart my writing again LMAO

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Spies and Secrets

Summary: Natasha has never met her handler, she couldn’t give you their name or identify their face because she doesn’t know it. When she rants about this to you, her wife, you have to laugh… because you are her handler.

Word Count: 2048

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, lying in the relationship (not in a bad way, just in a spy way), but otherwise it’s just fluff!

A/N: I went back and wrote this idea since it seemed semi-popular. Hope you enjoy :)

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“Will you finally tell me who they are?”

“This again, Romanoff?”

“Just a first name?”

Fury sighs to make his vexation clear, but that’s not enough to dissuade Natasha; she remains determined as ever in her mission and smirks boldly in the face of her exasperated boss.

“Just an initial will get me off your back,” the spy continues through his silence.

Fury scoffs and Natasha knows she needs a different approach.

“If it’s you, you can just say, Sir.”

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#fic rec; n.r x reader

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i hope marvel is aware that if they ever did a spin-off where they had the og cast come back and just have a sitcom wherein the avengers learn to live in a household together with a odd mix of humans and supers and anything in between .. they would make bank

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I LOVE YOU AND THIS SM <33!

Truth or Dare

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

While playing truth or dare with the team, feelings get revealed

Note: I was going to do it as a college au, but I thought an Avengers party would be a fun setting for this one. Enjoy!

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It was a silly idea, really, to play truth or dare with the rest of the Avengers. Everyone but Tony thought they were too old for it, but somehow he convinced everyone to play.

It started out simple. Sam dared Tony to chug a drink, Clint made Steve tell the group about his USO tour days, and you dared Wanda to fly up and touch the ceiling.

But as the night went on things got more intense. Everyone started asking hard hitting truth questions or daring each other to make questionable decisions.

“Alright, one last round,” Tony announces once everyone is more than a later wasted and definitely tiring of the job. “Romanoff, you’re up.”

Natasha hadn’t participated very much at this point. She was only dared a couple times to do simple things. No one wanted to mess with her.

“Fine,” she agrees. She rolls the dice and it lands on Tony’s number. He grins at her. “Truth or dare?”

“I think… dare. Why not end the night on a fun one,” Tony answers.

“Okay. I dare you to go home to your girlfriend,” Natasha says.

“Lame!” Tony yells.

“A dare is a dare, Stark,” Steve comes to Nat’s defense.

“I’m staying until my turn,” Tony declares. “Which is now.”

He rolls the dice this time. It lands on your number. You’ve avoided anything too embarrassing so far, but you never know with Tony.

“Y/n, my dear, truth or dare?” He asks dramatically.

“Um, dare?” You phrase it like a question. That makes everyone laugh.

“Dare it is,” he says. He rubs his chin as to appear to be thinking. “I dare you to kiss Natasha.”

The room goes silent at his dare. It seems like everyone is looking at you. Does he know you had a crush on her? Does everyone know? Does Natasha know? The thoughts run through your head as you’re not sure how much time has passed since he dared you.

“Alright, game over,” Sam cuts in.

“Yeah, we all need to rest up for training tomorrow,” Steve adds.

The guys leave the room one by one and say they’re goodnights. Natasha waits by the door frame to catch you when you leave. Wanda remains sitting by your side.

“Are you okay?” She asks.

“Yeah. I just- does he know?”

“I think he’s drunk and was trying to be funny,” Wanda reasons. “Hey, it’s going to be okay.”

She nudges your shoulder. You offer her a weak smile.

“Thanks Max,” you say.

“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to tell her how you feel,” Wanda says. She hugs you before standing up to leave the room.

You stand up, taking a deep breath before you walk, and enter the hallway. Natasha watches and follows you towards the elevator. She steps in after you.

“Oh, your floor?” You ask her, ready to push the button.

“Actually, can we talk?” She asks.

You have no choice but to agree. The two of you exit on your floor. Natasha again follows you as you lead her into the living room area.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask her.

“What happened back there,” Nat says. “What Tony said.”

“Oh, I don’t know why he did that.”

Natasha takes a step closer to you. It’s small but you notice it.

“Why didn’t you do it?” She asks.

“I- I don’t know,” you lie.

“Y/n, why didn’t you kiss me?”

She steps even closer now. Her body is within arms reach.

“Natasha,” is all you can mumble out.

“I would’ve kissed you,” she admits. “Even in front of everyone. I would’ve.”

You’re taken aback by that. All this time you’ve been crushing on her, you never considered she might have feelings for you too.

“So again, why didn’t you kiss me?” Natasha asks.

Here goes nothing.

“Because if I kissed you then I wouldn’t have been able to stop,” you say.

“I don’t see a problem with that.”

You take the steps closer to her this time. Her hands circle your waist as you do so. It feels right.

“Truth or dare?” Natasha whispers.

“Dare,” you reply.

“Kiss me,” the words fall off her lips just before you kiss them.

You kiss her for what feels like forever. You kiss her until you’re both out of breath. You kiss her like you’ve never kissed anyone before.

The truth is that you and Natasha both needed that push to take the leap together. You wonder if Wanda put the idea into Tony’s head somehow. She’s always looking out for you.

“Stay?” You ask Natasha once you’ve moved to the couch together.

She answers with another kiss. And another. And another.

It’s the perfect end to the day.

#fic rec; n.r x reader

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I’m a Barbie Girl

Scarlett Johansson x F!R

Scarlett & you reach new heights in your relationship after an interesting, boozy conversation about the Barbie movie. (Literally saw these photos of Scar and I just went with the Barbie inspo)

WC: 1,422

Scarlett spoke with conviction besides you about the strong social implications made in the movie you two had just finished seeing.

Barbie—Starring Margot Robbie, Directed by Greta Gerwig, and adored by countless women.

You'd tried to listen to your girlfriend, to pay attention to the very real topic at hand, but the movie theater cocktail—because that's a thing now—had actually gotten to you. If your lover wasn't so enamored by the movie, she would've smugly teased you for being such a lightweight.

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It was only as she shifted to face you after putting the car in park that she began to see.

"What did you think of the movie?" She'd asked, only to regret ever opening her mouth.

"It was very interesting Scarly," you sung, "But there's just something really bothering me."

Scarlett dropped her hand to your thigh in a comforting gesture and chuckled, "Yeah?"

She'd naively hoped it was about the realistic patriarchal system we live under, but it wasn't.

You nodded and narrowed your eyes to insinuate just how perturbed you were. "There's a massive plot hole in the script!"

Scarlett hummed, nodding her head for you to continue as she tried to suppress her growing smirk so as to not upset or distract you further.

"Yeah! The casting directors are idiots!" You seethed, hints of a bitter strawberry wafted beneath her nose and she cringed at just how intense the smell of alcohol was. She wondered how they could legally sell that strong of booze.

"How could they claim to be able to see when they didn't even cast you in it, it's an outrage! You could've been business barbie, with that short, sexy side swooped hair of yours wearing a grey pinstriped suit holding a briefcase."

"That sounds like Mafia barbie," she teased, and you pouted. "I'm serious Scarlett Ingrid Johansson! You are meant to be a Barbie!"

"I think all the ladies did a wonderful job my love, plus my schedule was busy anyways, and I am content with being your personal barbie."

"No silly, nobody owns anybody in Barbieland! You could be nurse barbie, and I'll be beach so that you could resuscitate me with your lips."

Scarlett took advantage of your suggestion and shamelessly pecked your lips and you beamed, "Exactly! See, you're perfect for the role."

"That's because those lips were made for me," the actress leaned in again, holding the kiss for much longer and bringing a sensuality to the moment as she cherished the taste of you. As she pulled away with a heavy sigh, and wide smile she felt content with the moment. The way you brought so much joy and love to her life was such a beautiful thing. You entered her life just as she'd sworn love off and reminded her just why she'd been a hopeless romantic.

"I'd probably be trash barbie," you said over a sniffle and Scarlett blinked rapidly trying to figure out when you'd started crying. She cursed herself for not noticing the aura shift. "You'd be so out of my league Scar," you were on the verge of sobbing now so the blonde got out of the vehicle and quickly got you out of your seat and pulled you into her chest.

"Baby no, you'd be priceless barbie, yeah, with a heart of pure gold, this gorgeous physique, stunning eyes and the key to my very heart."

You pulled back with eyes that glistened with tears beneath the moonlight, and a pout that made your girlfriend nearly melt into a puddle. Then you whined, "So I am Kenough for you then Scarly?" and she nearly lost it at just how serious, and downright pitiful your tone was.

"You're more than Kenough for me baby," she replied softly, forgoing her own dignity as she repeated the absolutely absurd play on words.

Scarlett held her hands on your hips and gently guided you in the house with the idea that she should get you a sobering glass of water. "Am I cellulite barbie?" Scarlett rolled her eyes as she sat you onto the couch. "Everyone is my love."

You hummed thoughtfully, and leaned back into the cushions as a wave of exhaustion pulsed throughout your body. You yawned, "I could be the Humble Servant Barbie to your Goddess. Do whatever you need and more."

Scarlett barked a raspy laugh, then suddenly her body was straddling yours making you gasp affectedly. Your naughty hands went to roam, but the blonde curbed your intentions as she lifted a cup to your face and you gulped it down as you eyed her knowing smirk curiously.

"That's our most accurate pairing thus far." You smiled, and looked to her with so much adoration in your eyes that she couldn't stop herself from drowning in the warmth of you.

There was no one else for her, she'd known that for awhile now, but this moment was clarifying in a way it had no business being. Scarlett decidedly clung to the moment though, her body suddenly leaned over yours and pulled a hidden box from the corner table. Her lips quickly pressed into yours again for a courage boost, and to shield your curious hazy eyes.

Why wait right?

"What about, you're Bridezilla Barbie, and I'm Whatever She Wants is Fine Barbie?" You looked at her in shock, eyes blinking slowly as you fought the exhaustion off long enough to register what she meant. The blur of something sparkling telling you this was a real moment.

"Scarlett, I am too drunk for you to prank me."

The blonde starlet frowned, and without a yes she slid the diamond on your finger, then she brought your hand to her lips to kiss over it. "I'm not pranking you baby, I'm dead serious."

You squealed so loud her ears rang, then you launched upwards startling her. You shocked her, because even in your hazy stupor you managed to flip your positions and press her into the couch. Scarlett's beam matched yours as she looked up at you, "Is that a yes then?"

You exaggeratedly rolled your eyes, "It's an of course you beautiful idiot! What fool do you take me for to say no to a lifetime with you?" Scarlett released a sigh, her smile trembled softly giving way to her insecurity, and you leaned down to kiss away all of her lingering fears of rejection, and to give her that yes.

"I'll marry you right now, on this very couch," you teased, "It doesn't matter when, or how, but do know I'm irrevocably yours Scarlett."

"All mine," she reciprocated your words, her hands gripped your hips tighter, and the both of you spent the next half hour lost in a steamy lip lock that only ended due to exhaustion.

"Let's get cleaned up and go to bed baby," she nudged your shoulder, you begrudgingly left the comfort of her neck, pulling back with a pout that she loudly giggled at. "Come now, I want to properly cuddle with my fiancé!"

Scarlett's heart warmed at the sight of your growing smile. A simple title change had you radiating with this untempered joy, she couldn't wait to see the reaction she'll get on the day it's finally swapped out for wife.

Scarlett once again guided your teetering form, she took you straight to the bathroom, and you patiently followed instructions as she used her brands skin care night time products on the both of you. Then she ushered you off to bed, and slipped in right behind you once all the doors were locked and lights turned off.

"Marriage is in support of the patriarchal nonsense Scar," you murmured over a yawn while pressing back into her. "Which is rude, but like, the idea of being your wife is dreamy."

Scarlett grunted softly as you moved again to roll onto your back and peer up at her, it was clear she was beyond exhausted now. Yet even with her eyes closed she smiled down at you. "We don't have to tell the government baby, I just want to celebrate our love with friends and family, and be able to forever call you my wife."

"I can't wait," you whispered dreamily, and your fiancé watched with a tired, amused gaze as you slipped off to slumber with a smile.

"Goodness me, you're just so precious baby," she said in a teasing tone as she pecked your parted lips. "Forever mine, and never again to question your beauty, or place in my world."

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#cute cute cute cute cute!!!! #fic rec; n.r x reader

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I re read scarlettwidows life lessons all the time I love it so much

🥹🥹 thank you sm !!! i truly miss writing for them, but hopefully soon.. i’m glad you’ve been enjoying it ~

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OMG ARE YOU BACK?

i was never gone!!! just very MIA:”)

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LOOK. MY NEW HEADER!!!! screaming crying throwing up fr i cannot thank @nataliaaromanovas enough for this beauty it looks so insanely good aaaaa do check them out bc their commissions are still open 😋🩵

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happy lesbian visibility week loves<3 to all my fellow lesbians, i love all of you so dearly and i wish you all the happiness, joy and love !!

#wen rambles

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the temptation to write a one shot based off this short film my friend and her team produced for school is so high rn.. 😫😫

#it was a queer short film #which i acted in!! #which honestly was super fun?? #did funny improv scenes which was such a good start to the day tbh #wen rambles

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going through my wips and maybe i’ll post them all with the unfinished parts written in bullet points LMAO

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i hope you're doing well, darling! make sure to drink water, get enough sleep, take breaks when you need and just take care of yourself. we love you <3

oh🥺🥺🥺 this is so sweet thanku nonnie<33 i hope ure doing good too!!

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just realised this blog turns 2 this year.. has it really been that long o.O

#wen rambles #will i finally write something before the actual anniversary?? #we will: see

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Omg hello!! How have you been?

🤲, 💫,💘

i have beeeen alive. how have you been!

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

tbh this is just my way to get my feels out and to also get my crazy idea out into the world😭

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

that i invoked some type of feels🥹 or that people enjoyed my work 🫂

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

i think i’m pretty happy with most of my fics on this blog? or maybe blame game,, im not sure tbh 🥹

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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whatever you want - wanda maximoff x reader

a/n - a short n happy fic 🫶🏻 take it as an apology for the last one 😭

“good morning my love.” you mumble, pressing kiss after kiss against wanda’s cheek.

your heart swells when you hear her soft laughter. “good morning my dear.”

your grip on her waist tightens as you snuggle impossibly closer, placing your head on her chest as you try to memorise the feeling of her body against yours.

“so, any plans for the day my princess?” wanda asks, a hand going up to stroke your head, fingers running through your hair gently.

“hmm what do you want to do?”

you feel wanda’s chest vibrate as she hums. you can barely make out the tune of the theme song from the show you both watched the night before.

“could we stay in today? maybe game a little and watch some shows?” wanda asks, a little hesitantly.

you immediately nod your head in confirmation, titling your head up to look at her.

you see the way she looks down at you, and you can’t help the adoring smile that splits across your face.

leaning up, you place a chaste kiss against her lips.

“whatever you want my love. whatever you want.”

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff comfort