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Hello my darlings! I see all of your requests. I always have. I see your sweet messages in my inbox and they make me happy to bits.

I see the love that exists here. I love you all dearly.

Much has happened, as I’m sure it has for many of you too. I’m battling inner thoughts, working through physical injuries, family trauma, and questioning the extent of my sexuality. Just when you think you know yourself, sometimes you are proven wrong.

I am here. For those who messaged, asking questions or wondering just who they were, I am here, always if you need someone to listen.

You are wondrous, even if you feel as lost as I do.

With love,

Mads 💛

#madison speaks

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If it’s possible could you possibly write something where reader and Harvey have been secretly married to each other for a few years the law firm doesn’t know since reader practices under her maiden name, anyway the firm finds out and tells them that they don’t need to hide anything. (Maybe they thought the firm would fire them or something?) idk up to you!

Thank you for taking my request!

A/N: Italics are in the past! I absolutely love this request! Thank you so much for requesting, I had a blast writing it! Let me know your thoughts!

"Mrs. Specter," your husband whispered into your ear, pressing his lips briefly to your temple. "I will see you in thirty minutes."

"Mr. Specter," you replied, leaning into his touch, "My driver is faster than yours, so I will see you in twenty."

He chuckled, the feeling of it rumbling through his chest against your back. "I like those odds."

He left, the fluttery feeling in your chest once again taking you back to the first time you met Harvey.

"And this is our newest senior partner, Y/F/N Y/L/N," Jessica introduced Harvey to you. "Y/N, this is Harvey Specter."

"You can call me Harvey," the man replied, holding his hand out to you.

"You can call me Ms. L/N," you smiled, shaking his hand. Jessica smiled.

"And that is why I hired her."

Harvey smirked, but his eyes didn't leave your face. And though you kept his gaze, the fluttering in your chest made you want to run.

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By the time you'd made it to the building, Harvey had already been there thirty minutes. He caught up to you quietly in the hallway.

"What happened to twenty minutes?" he asked, trying and failing to conceal the smirk on his face as the two of you walked briskly towards your office.

"Traffic," you simply shrugged.

"I think it was actually that you still hadn't done your hair when I left."

"Shut up," you muttered, both of your eyes falling to the approaching junior partner.

"Mike," you greeted warmly, "how's that case for Robinson coming along?"

"I've got my first year associate working on it, so good."

"See, now you know why I treated you the way I did all those years," Harvey responded.

"You made me work three times the amount of hours I'm having mine work," Mike retorted.

"What are you going to do, labor laws have changed," Harvey shrugged, glancing at you.

"Don't look at me, I was always nice to my first years."

"It's true, she was the nicest," the newest junior partner agreed.

"Thank you, Mike. I will see you and Mr. Specter later at the meeting."

"How many times do I have to tell you? It's Harvey," your husband called after you.

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You weren't quite sure when you'd started letting him call you by your first name, but it probably had to do with the all-nighters you'd started pulling together when the firm was being sued for fraud.

"I can't find anything," you sighed, frustrated. You held your head in your hands, rubbing your temples from the exhaustion headache.

"Me either," Harvey replied, throwing down his recent stack of papers on his desk.

"What are we going to do, Harvey?" you asked softly, scared for the firm.

"I don't know, Ms. Y/L/N."

"You can call me Y/F/N, Harvey. I think we've known each other long enough."

"Does this mean we're becoming friends?" he laughed. You couldn't help but laugh too.

"Something like that."

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"They know," you announced, shutting the door to Harvey's office behind you.

"What do you mean they know? It's been five years, they don't know."

"They know," you repeated.

"They don't know."

"Harvey," you deadpanned.

"Sweetheart."

"Harvey, you ought to listen to your wife," you said, crossing your arms across your chest and jutting your hip out. His eyes followed the curve of your body, focusing on your hip.

"You're right, I should."

"Not the time. I heard Jessica telling the other partners, junior and senior, that she needed to hold a meeting with everyone because of something going on with two partners. Everyone was there but us."

"Because we're busy and the best in the firm," he shrugged.

"Harvey."

"Sweetheart."

"Jessica then said, and I quote 'best-kept secret relationship the firm has ever seen."

"Okay, so she knows," your husband nodded. You hummed in agreement.

"So what? She's not going to fire us," he noted.

"So why is this a partner meeting?" you questioned.

"That I don't know, but I'll find out."

You nodded, turning on your heels to get back to your office, not missing Harvey's famous call for Donna to tell him what was going on.

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Not even an hour later Jessica knocked on your door.

"Y/N, can I borrow you for a last minute partner meeting?"

"Of course," you replied, hoping your nerves weren't showing through your voice.

"It will only take a few moments. We just need to pick up Harvey on the way."

Stopping at Harvey's office, you waited while Jessica repeated the same words to him before leading you towards the conference room. The two of you shared a look, feeling a bit on edge. While you were more the one to feel your nerves, Harvey typically put himself more on the offensive when danger seemed possible.

"Why now, at this hour on a Tuesday?" he asked the managing partner.

"It seemed like the right time," Jessica replied simply.

"Well it doesn't feel right to me," Harvey retorted. "I had plans this afternoon."

"I'm sure you did. Y/N, didn't you also have to cancel plans? Didn't you ask for this afternoon off about a month ago?"

If you weren't sweating before, you certainly were now. Even your husband looked a tad nervous. Neither of you had time to dwell any further as you took your seats.

"There seems to be a congratulations in order," Jessica began. "One that was due five years ago."

You paled, staring straight at her. You didn't dare sneak a look at Harvey.

"It's impressive, really, keeping a secret such as this for so long. It's not a simple task to hide a marriage."

There were murmurs and whispers heard around the room. Harvey's hand briefly found your knee below the table and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Would the couple like to reveal themselves? Or should I?" Jessica asked.

"Y/N and I have an announcement," the man next to you spoke up.

There were several surprised gasps around the room, causing your cheeks to burn.

"You're married!?" Mike exclaimed, seemingly unable to help himself.

"Have been for five years, three months, and four days," your husband responded smoothly. Mike looked like he might stop breathing.

"And they have been the happiest days of my life," Harvey continued. "And I regret nothing."

"Can I ask why?" Jessica questioned softly, her eyes on you.

"We never wanted to put the firm in danger, in a different light," you answered. "If people knew- clients, other firms- we didn't want to risk changing the reputation of the firm."

Jessica gave an almost apologetic smile, knowing what you said had truth.

"Cats out of the bag now. I guess screw the firms reputation," Louis muttered loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"Louis-" Harvey began.

"The firm will be just fine," Jessica interrupted. "And I did mean congratulations really were in order." Her secretary seemed to hear everything, for several bottles of champagne were brought in with glasses for everyone.

"To Harvey and Y/N, may you have a lifetime of continued happiness together."

You looked at Harvey, clinking your champagne glasses together with smiles on your faces.

"Screw it," you heard him mutter, before quickly pressing his lips to yours.

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how much of a flirt is harvey specter with his s/o and what does that look like? 👀

Harvey Specter/AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff. Fluff and banter.

Rating: T

"Is this seat taken?"

The question makes you lips curl with a smile, though you keep your eyes set stalwartly on your phone as you write out in email.

"The air's occupying it pretty heavily," You offer.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

"If you must."

You don't have to look to know that the remainder of the bar is unoccupied, and there's no doubt as to why the man's bothered to sit beside you. You don't even bother to get a look at your new companion.

"Do you come here often?" He asks, and you can't help but scoff a laugh.

"Really? That's your opening line?"

"Technically, my opening line was 'is this seat taken'. This is just my second ice breaker."

"The fact that you need a second ice breaker is concerning."

"You haven't answered it."

"It wouldn't help you. I never answer that honestly."

"Why not?"

"In case you're some weirdo stalker."

"At least I'd be a weirdo stalker with money."

"You'd have to be. A damn gimlet costs $40 here. It's horrifying."

"It's Manhattan."

"I know bars where you can get a gimlet for a reasonable price."

"Why aren't you there now?"

"Because I'm meeting someone. He'll need that seat, by the way."

"He won't."

"No? And why's that?"

"You'll be too in love with me by the time he gets here."

"Well. He is late already," You eye the time before you finally lower your phone, turning to get a look at the man. He's smiling warmly at you, his dark eyes glimmering with mirth. Sweeping your gaze over his suit, and you find his tie just a touch askew.

"...I guess you'll do for now," You sigh forlornly.

"I'm flattered."

"You should be. I'm throwing a good man over for you."

"A late good man?"

"Not the first time, certainly won't be the last."

"Any man that leaves you on your own ought to be drawn and quartered."

"I don't mind some time to myself."

"Secure. I like that."

"Is that all you like?"

"Hardly, but we'll start there."

"Erm...Ma'am?"

The two of you turn your heads at the sound of the tentative interruption by the bartender. You arch a brow, urging them on, and they add, "This man isn't bothering you, is he?"

You grin, unable to help it, and knowing that Harvey's doing the same.

"Yes, but it's alright. He's my husband, so he bothers me all the time."

"Oh," They chuckle, nodding, "Is there anything that I could get you, sir?"

"Macallan, neat."

"And another for you, ma'am?"

"Please."

"Coming right up."

You reach out, straightening Harvey's tie. His gaze lingers on you, and he catches hold of your hand before you can pull it away.

"You're late," You admonish.

"I know, I'm sorry. A deposition ran over," He leans in, lips brushing yours, "And traffic was awful."

"Why don't you just take the train?"

"Mm."

"I know it has some issues, but Manhattan traffic, my god—"

"Would you shut up and let me kiss you?" He murmurs, the feeling of it buzzing your lips. You grin, raising your free hand to cup his jaw and press your lips warmly to his. He sighs softly, lowering his hand to your leg and sweeping his thumb gently over the exposed skin of your knee.

"Let's bag dinner," He mumbles, "I want to take you home now."

"Dinner first, Specter," You pat his cheek and turn back toward your phone. "I'm willing to bet you haven't eaten since this morning."

Harvey just grunts in annoyance, leaning in and brushing his lips against your neck, only drawing away as the bartender sets his Macallan down.

"Your table is nearly ready, Mrs. Specter," They add, smiling at you and setting down your fresh drink.

"Thank you."

You hear Harvey huff softly, and you turn, brow furrowing.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," He shakes his head, a fond smile on his lips as he lowers his drink. "I just never get tired of hearing that."

TLDR: He flirts with them a lot

#someone elses #harvey specter x reader

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Nothing Shared

WARNING: ANGST

A/N: it’s rare I get these urges to write anymore. but when I do, it’s always the same, as if I have to write it then and there, like it’s bursting to come out. im sure that sounds odd but its the only way I know how to describe it. 

sometimes I think writing makes me sad now. Tumblr used to be my home, discord used to be my home. I rather miss it. 

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No one could really say whose fault it had been. 

One minute they were sitting in the living room, making jokes and chatting with the team on game night, and the next they were in separate rooms again- hell, separate floors. No one had really known what had happened. Well, except Natasha and you. 

It felt like it was only a minute ago. It had actually been four months. Four months of pure torture. 

It hadn’t all been bad. 

Certainly at first, missions seemed near impossible, team meetings were beyond awkward, and even being in Natasha Romanoff’s presence felt like a searing knife into your soul. But somehow, awkwardness turned into tension, a rather particular type of tension. And if there’s one thing the two of you had never been good at, it was ignoring that tension. 

So a breakup turned into passion between ex-lovers. It wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened. Steve turned rather pink in the face whenever he saw the familiar look the two of you shared but he preferred anything to the cold, short conversations you had to endure on missions or in meetings. 

But everyone knows that simple passion between ex-lovers is never that- simple. It really should have been, considering you wanted Natasha back as your girlfriend with every fiber in your being. And so did she. The only problem was neither of you knew that. Clint liked to secretly call it “the lesbian demise.” Steve called it “the problem of the modern century.” The two of you called it unrequited love.

Rarely did happy endings not exist for the Avengers though, so of course one evening you’d mustered up the courage to knock on her door, and she had flung it open before you’d even knocked. You’d both had the same puffy, red eyes and desperation in your voice. It had really been something out of a movie, the way Nat had grabbed your arm, pulling you to her with a fierceness that instantly told you of her love. 

And life simply carried on as it had. The next week had been pure happiness, pure life and love and- death as it turns out. 

It had been full of death. 

No one could really say whose fault that had been either. Not even the smartest person in the world could determine what had killed Natasha Romanoff. And this time it wasn’t some known secret between the two of you. 

In fact, there was no longer anything between the two of you at all. 

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Trader Joe’s

A/N: Just something small because I’m feeling creative and thinking of you lovely humans

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Natasha hadn’t really expected her life to come to this, nor did she understand how she had got here- going up and down the aisles at Trader Joe’s, picking your favorite things without thought as she tossed them into the cart. She certainly didn’t mind that this was her life; it was more accurate to say that she loved what had become. The red-head was certainly grateful. 

As she picked one of your favorite snacks off of the shelf, Natasha’s lips twitched at the sound of familiar footsteps, a smile growing as her green eyes met yours. 

“Ooh, yes, get that,” you gushed, taking note of what item was held between her hands. 

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving it behind.” 

Natasha couldn’t help but give some sort of silly remark to you. Watching you, the way your nose crinkled at her words, lips not quite pursed as if you were holding back some sarcastic, good-witted remark. “What next?” 

#time zone reblog

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Trader Joe’s

A/N: Just something small because I’m feeling creative and thinking of you lovely humans

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Natasha hadn’t really expected her life to come to this, nor did she understand how she had got here- going up and down the aisles at Trader Joe’s, picking your favorite things without thought as she tossed them into the cart. She certainly didn’t mind that this was her life; it was more accurate to say that she loved what had become. The red-head was certainly grateful. 

As she picked one of your favorite snacks off of the shelf, Natasha’s lips twitched at the sound of familiar footsteps, a smile growing as her green eyes met yours. 

“Ooh, yes, get that,” you gushed, taking note of what item was held between her hands. 

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving it behind.” 

Natasha couldn’t help but give some sort of silly remark to you. Watching you, the way your nose crinkled at her words, lips not quite pursed as if you were holding back some sarcastic, good-witted remark. “What next?” 

#mine #Natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #Natasha romanoff x you #Natasha romanoff x femreader #Natasha romanov #black widow x reader #black widow #marvel #avengers imagine #avengers x reader

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Dating Natasha Headcannons (What it's like dating Nat)

A/N : I made a poll about which one should I post first, but I'm posting this one anyway cuz I really don't like the one-shot I did hehejsnwhwi, I might re-write it cuz it's just a no. I also really like this fan art soo yeah I'm using it.

- During meetings, she squeezes your hand under the table 3 times, meaning "I love you."

- You hide from her whenever you're supposed to be training with her, but she always promises to give you the cuddle and kisses you want after the training just so you will go with her.

- She's not that good in cooking, but she is learning for you. Sometimes, she would ask Wanda to teach her so she could make your food.

- She loves to cuddle when you two are sleeping because she doesn't get nightmares when she sleeps with you.

- She takes you on a ride in her motorcycle, she loves to see you wearing one of her helmets.

- She would take you on a late night drive if you two can't sleep and just want to go out. She'll play and sing to your favorite song with you.

- She is soft with you and you only. Clint once saw her being soft and teased her about it, so Nat beat him up.

- She goes training with you before you go on a mission even if you're already great at fighting so she could trust that you won't get hurt.

- She wakes you up by flooding your face with her kisses. She loves showing affection to your face, like kissing your nose, forehead, cheeks, and lips.

- She is scared that saying too much "I love yous" will lose its meaning, but she assures you that she always means it no matter how much she has said it.

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Y/n: *banging papers on the table out of frustration*

nat: hey don’t be mean to that thing! how would you like it if i banged on you on the table?

Y/n: …

nat: …

Y/n: i-

nat: don’t answer that

Y/n: no no, keep going im intrigued

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Concussion

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When Tony hires you on at Stark Industries, you meet Natasha. She isn’t sure about you at first, but once she offers to teach you self defense things begin to change

Note: I came up with this idea while I was trying to sleep lol. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

The last few weeks since you moved into the Avenger’s compound have been the most interesting of your life.

You met several of the super powered humans, including Wanda and Steve, and Tony gave you a rundown of what your life would be like here.

He hired you as a consultant for Stark Industries, but as a fresh college graduate you didn’t have anywhere to live, so he offered for you to stay at the compound.

You were in the kitchen waiting for more instruction when Natasha, The Black Widow as you only informally knew her as then, came into the room.

“Who are you?” Natasha asked, her defenses up as she looked you over. You didn’t look like a threat but she couldn’t be sure.

“I’m y/n,” you told her. That didn’t clear anything up for her.

Natasha got closer to you and pushed you into the counter with your hands pinned behind your back.

“Who do you work for?” She asked, pressing you firmly. She could tell you were unarmed from the position.

“Tony hired me,” you squeaked through the pain of her holding you like that. “I’m a new consultant.”

Stark entered the kitchen about that time.

“Woah, Romanoff! Ease up on the new girl,” Tony said in his typical tone.

Natasha let go of you but kept close as Tony explained your role here. She didn’t love the idea of a non-Avenger staying at the compound. But she let it go for now.

It wasn’t until two weeks later that you saw Natasha again. This time it was at a party that Stark was throwing. He called it a casual hangout but there must’ve been one hundred people there.

You settled at the bar and had a conversation with Wanda, who you found was also new to the team. She was nice.

But it didn’t take long for your conversation to be interrupted by Natasha.

“So, you’re still around?” The redhead asked you. She looked you over and her eyes did like what she saw. You’d never know it though since she was on spy mode.

“I’m still around,” you answered. “I haven’t seen you around though.”

“Mission,” is all she said. A certain quiet loomed over the conversation before Nat spoke again. “Do you have any intention of becoming an Avenger?”

The question caught you off guard. You were there for business purposes but the idea of running around to help save the world sounded kind of fun too. Still, you were realistic.

“I don’t think so. I’m a businesswoman,” you answered.

“That’s all? No combat training?”

“They don’t teach that in college,” you joked. But Natasha looked despondent.

“Look, y/n, you need some training if you’re going to live here,” she said.

“Why?”

Natasha sighed. “Because you live here with a lot of highly targeted individuals and intel. If someone broke in, you need to be able to defend yourself.”

She made a good point. You wondered why she even cared if you could defend yourself.

But that’s how you find yourself now two days later standing in the training room. Wanda is on one side of the floor and you’re on the other. Natasha is teaching Wanda hand to hand combat and you how to defend yourself.

“Alright, Wanda you’re going to go for y/n. Absolutely no magic. Fight the urge to use it, okay?” Natasha says.

“I’ll try my best,” Wanda replies.

“Are you ready, y/n?” Natasha asks, turning to you. You nod. “Remember what I taught you.”

The fight goes well at first. Wanda doesn’t come at you hard, and you’re able to dodge most of her blows. But eventually she gets more confidence, and you are taking hits from her.

“Block, y/n. Block,” Natasha reminds you.

You block a few punches well. And even land a couple on Wanda. She starts to get frustrated, but you don’t notice.

When you strike her ribcage, her reaction is to send you flying with her magic. You land on the floor with a hard thud.

“I’m so sorry!” You hear Wanda shouting as the ringing in your ears subsides. “I’m so sorry.”

She’s crying. Natasha assures her it was an honest mistake.

“Hey, come on, y/n,” you hear Nat’s voice next. She turns your body over to lay on your back.

The only thing you see is her perfect green eyes with a cape of red hair around them.

“Hi Nat,” you say with a loopy grin. That pretty much confirms you have a concussion.

“Hey y/n,” she replies. She mirrors your smile. “Wanda, she’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” You hear the girl say. You sit up the best you can and look to her.

“I’m perfect, Wanda,” you tell her.

Wanda frowns and looks down at her hands. She’s upset with herself.

“Hey,” you get her attention again. “You’re still learning. It’s okay.”

Your kind words to Wanda make Natasha’s heart melt in a way she didn’t know was possible. She helps you off the ground and it’s then she notices a slight cut on your forehead.

“Let’s go take care of that,” Natasha says, gesturing to your head. She turns back to Wanda one last time before she guides you out. “Wanda, I promise it’s okay. You’ll get better at controlling it. I believe in you.”

The girl nods but retreats her room quickly. You truly hold no anger towards her.

Natasha takes you to the nearest bathroom where she tells you to sit on the counter. You sit as she gets a rag damp.

When she presses it against your cut, you wince in pain.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. She doesn’t stop what she’s doing, but she does touch you more delicately now.

She cleans the wound and puts on some cream to protect from infection before she puts a bandage on.

“Thank you, Natasha,” you say.

“Oh, I thought I was Nat now?” She replies.

You chuckle, mostly because you don’t even remember calling her that just minutes ago.

“I think I have a concussion,” you wonder aloud.

“Yeah, I think so,” Natasha laughs out. “I’ll take you to the medbay. Come on.”

“Wait!” You shout.

“What?” Nat asks.

“You didn’t kiss it,” you say simply.

Natasha raises her brow in question. You point to your cut.

“You want me to kiss your head?” She asks.

“Please, that’s the only way it’ll heal,” you say. She almost laughs, but you seem dead serious.

“Alright,” Nat says.

She takes your face in her hands and kisses your forehead softly. It’s not even where the wound is exactly but somehow it’s perfect.

“I’m telling everyone the Black Widow is soft,” you say when she’s pulled away.

“You won’t even remember any of this tomorrow, y/n,” Nat says, but she secretly hopes you will.

She walks you out of the bathroom and to the medbay where they confirm you have a concussion.

For the next few weeks, Natasha takes care of you. No one, not even you, asked her to. But it just feels right.

The day you’re officially cleared, Natasha kisses you on the lips for the first time. It is everything and more.

When Wanda keeps apologizing to you about the fight, you just smile because you know it was the moment Natasha realized she liked you.

You wouldn’t go back in time and change a thing.

#we have what we have when we queue it

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It was real to me too..

⧗ NATASHA ROMANOFF and YELENA BELOVA ⧗

#we have what we have when we queue it

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Scarlett Johansson as Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow Avengers: Endgame (2019) - Deleted Scene

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“That’s sexist, Barton. Almost none of those accidents were my fault.”

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Y/n: Natasha, honey, I washed your earphones

Natasha, without skipping a beat: Thank you, babe!

Y/n, holding up the ruined earphones: Oh um…

Natasha, realizing what happened: Oh

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Intimidation tactics

Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Summary: Based on this imagine/incorrect quote- You're trying to find a new nickname for your girlfriend Natasha, which she does not enjoy untill she finds a way she can make sure you know how intimidating she is.

Warnings: Fluff, none (let me know if I missed any)

700+ words

Notes: technically I imagine this as a part of my partner in crime series (why i tagged a lot of you) butttt you definitely don't have to have read it to read this, it can stand alone, I've had this idea for so long so I'm glad I've finally written it properly 🤭

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"You know," you began to say one day as you wandered the endless bookshelves of the compound's library with Natasha, since you were searching for a new book. You often enjoyed the escape of a story in the evenings and the two of you had gotten into the habit of reading together. Often you claimed that your eyes were too tired to do it yourself, begging Natasha to read aloud to you instead. Although you had a feeling that she saw through to your ulterior motives.

Instantly, Natasha was suspicious of you. Simply your tone of voice alone told her that you were up to mischief.

"Now that you're officially my girlfriend, you need a cute nickname." It was something that you had been thinking about for a long time now. Most of the other Avengers called her Nat, and while you called her that from time to time, you wanted something special; Something unique for the both of you.

"Absolutely not." she responded, her face completely devoid of any emotion. Regardless of the lack of enthusiasm on her part, you continued.

"I quite like Nat, Tasha is okay," you pondered, deep in thought and unaware of her reaction, "Tasha-bear is quite cute...ooh Natty! Natty is perfect!" With each new suggestion, Natasha's face flushed with heat.

"Why can't you just stick with Natasha? It sounds much more intimidating." she grumbled, her hands crossed over her chest in a silent sulk as she leant against the wall.

"You aren't intimidating, silly." you giggled at her, "You're so adorable and squishy." you said, poking playfully at her warm cheeks.

In an instant, her expression changed from one of mild annoyance into a smirk. A calculated look glinted in her eye. You made it too easy for her sometimes, handing her opportunities to tease you for free.

"Oh? Is that so?" in a flash of red hair and a hand pulling at your waist, you found your positions had been switched. With an audible thud, Natasha pushed you up against the wall, her two hands landing on both sides of your head. All within the same instant, you felt the sturdy weight of her body ghost against yours, her face so close to your own that you could feel her breath against your lips. Your knees buckled.

In this moment nothing and no one else mattered, all thoughts not about your girlfriend left your head, she was all you could think about. How could you not with the toned muscles of her arms visible in your periphery and her perfectly soft lips right in front of you, just begging to be kissed, and the weight of her body holding you firmly against the wall?

Paralyzed in your hopless gay panic and intimidated by her effortless beauty, you couldn't move away from where she held you. At last, your legs couldn't support you any longer, so you slid down the wall. Your mouth was open, your jawing hanging in shock, screaming internally although no sound made it past your lips.

"You were saying?" the rasp in her voice sent a chill down your spine. Reaching out her hand towards you, she grabbed your jaw firmly, shutting it. You could do nothing but stare up at her, blinking.

After a few moments you had managed to compose yourself enough for your brain to remember how to speak again, "I was saying that you're very intimidating-" you mumbled.

"Good." The smirk on her face grew impossibly wider, her amusement at your flustered state clear. Natasha actually had to try very hard to not burst out into laughter, she loved how adorably sweet you often were. Not that she'd ever let you know just how much you affected her in that way.

Natasha plucked a book from the shelf next to her that she remembered Laura recommending to her a while ago, "I think we'll have this book." With that she glanced briefly over to you, looking suitably dishevelled, before walking off.

"Will you be joining me?" she teased, her eyes bright.

Scrambling off the floor and scurrying along to follow her, you murmured under your breath about your unfairly hot girlfriend and her unfairly successful intimidation tactics as you took her outstretched hand.

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[caws5749]

Maddds I miss you!-😶‍🌫️

I can assure you that I miss you more!! 💛

#madison speaks #answered

[caws5749]

Okay but shussy squad reunion when?

z let me ask shea because these gamers need to game

#Madison speaks #answered

[caws5749]

The fact you're feeling sorry for not being able to give more than what you can makes me want to hug you and give you cupcakes, Mads.

It's been a hot second, but I hope life is easy on you and you're allowing yourself to breathe while you're working to achieve your dreams. May you always have peace inside you ✨️✨️✨️💕

Ps, I'm proud of you. YOU'RE A STEP AWAY FROM GRADUATING! 👏👏👏 Enjoy the process and the result 🤭🤭

ahhhh hello vee! you deserve cupcakes and hugs too! I hope you're doing well, and know that you are such a wonderfully kind human! and thank you so much! <3

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