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lOOk whos back, its me ( i forgot my password n it was summer too) but im ready to take whatever requests at all!

Headcanons, one shots n fluff maybe smut idk :)

[justwomenimagines-blog]

Can u please write a fic where natasha romanoff proposes to the reader on like a national interview on tv with all of the avengers (reader is the pr boss or whatever and went with them but is standing off the stage or whatever) and she (natasha) comes out on tv when the interviewer asks about it and then proposes to the reader super fluffily?❤

okay so I’m going to do this after the avengers (2012) since rn everything is sort of fucked so here we goo..

The Avengers had slowly but very surely become Y/N’s life. Being their Public Relations director and babysitter all in one led to a hell hole of public disasters that Y/N and a select few had to clean up but it never went unnoticed by a Russian spy that had fallen love with Y/N. It didn’t take long for Natasha’s charm and beauty won over a very smitten Y/N and soon, they were the tower’s power couple. Natasha and Y/N shared a room decorated in Y/F/C and Natasha’s memorabilia from over her years as an agent for S.H.I.E.L.D. They shared the same music taste, film taste, food taste and were a perfect match.  

With the recent events of ‘The Incident’ or the very public show of The Battle of New York, everything had gone awry for Y/N. Her team became a mess under the pressure and she had to hire more… advanced members to help her. The Battle of New York was a spectacular show especially to all those who had front row seats but it was one of the scariest moments of Y/N’s life as Natasha Romanoff was dead center of everything, even riding a stupid, flying thingy or whatever it was called. Y/N was distracted, worrying for her lover’s life and if she’d make it out okay.

Y/N was bunkered in Stark’s tower, a place to live until “Tasha Bear put a nice, chucky ring on it” according to Tony and she watched everything live, something that they would deal with later, Y/N being PR after all but she could never take her eyes off the screen trying to even catch a glimpse of Natasha. As soon as the camera cut to some 60 year old man with more than on than that should be legal, Y/N stood up and got herself the bottle of whiskey from Tony’s bar after the damage done by Bruce and sat and cried and cried a little more and drunk a lot more than what was intended.

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It was over. The Battle. The Incident had finished and ended with the borrowed Chitauri army fallen and Loki and the cube being put away in a safe and secure location. Y/N was awake, slightly drunk but awake none the less meaning it was time to check on Natasha and make sure she didn’t die in the Battle.  

After a tireless amount of stairs to even try to sober up, Y/N ran outside and straight into her woman’s arms and kissed her with everything in her body. It took a while to readjust her eyes to Natasha’s scuffed face but Y/N was home again and Natasha held her for what seemed like a lifetime. After a while of soft whispers coming from Natasha and Y/N, Tony perked up with a, “Have you ever tried shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I wanna try it. “ and the rest was history.

~~~ Present Day

After the aftermath of The Incident, everyone finally knew about the existence of other life forces and no one could deny it. No matter how hard Y/n and her team worked, there was no chance of erasing this from anyone’s memory meaning everyone wanted answer’s…meaning there was a shit ton of interviews, press conferences, paparazzi and camera’s from every angle any of the Avengers looked. Many caught on to Y/N and Natasha’s relationship but no one dared comment on it from the fear of God that Natasha gave everyone.

It was an average April day but a bit chillier. Natasha and some of the boys were in the middle of a press conference and Y/N was standing behind, guiding them in earpieces they had in, the ones that they used on missions because Y/n insisted on Fury letting her use them. About midway in, the inevitable happened. the topic of relationships. Y/N had already guided them before with only using simple answers and keeping it ambiguous, something that Y/N learned Tony could not do. The interviewer had asked all but Natasha and Y/N thought they were about to skip over her as they were possibly afraid of making a wrong move but Y/N was wrong. “ So Black Widow, I know it is none of my business at all so please, ha-ha don’t hurt me but do you have anyone special to you? Maybe a special Y/N Y/L/N?”  

Y/N’s face was bright red. Natasha looked at the interviewer and looked at Y/N and stated, “Yes.” The interviewer looked puzzled as if what he asked was rhetorical and he then moved on but Natasha interrupted and again stated, “ Y/N, come up here.” Y/N blindly obeys, more due to stage fright than anything else. Once Y/N was in the public view, everyone went wild. Y/N heard clapping, screaming and she was pretty sure there was booing somewhere in there. “ This woman has been here through it all,” Natasha started, “ Through thick and thin. Through bad time and even worse times, Y/N has stuck through it but more importantly, with me.” The crowd awed and Y/N was defiantly burning up. Natasha then got down on one knee and lovingly said, “ Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, I’ve loved you since the moment I’ve seen you and I want to keep on seeing you, whether it be in the mornings whilst I’m making breakfast or whether it be in ten years, when we’re collecting the kids from school. I want to live my life with you, Y/N so can you, no, please do me the honors of being my other half?” Y/N and Natasha’s eyes were wet, there was no lie there but Y/N slowly shook her head and let out a welp that sounded like a “Yes”. The crowd erupted, the cameras were flashing and the gang of superheroes behind Natasha and Y/N were laughing and jumping over the table to hug the two newly engaged and Y/N was almost positive Barton shed a single tear with the world’s, biggest shit eating grin.  

Once the conference was over, Y/N seemed incapable of leaving Natasha’s side and called Clint over. “Clint, I know you were happy for us but crying, really?” Y/N teased. “If you must know, Mrs. Y/N Romanoff, I was only crying because I made a $100 bet with Steve so now, I’m going to the bar. You and Tasha wanna tag with me and my girl?” Just as Y/N was about to respond, Natasha did for her with a, “We’d love to.” and gave Y/N a peck on the cheek.

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kay so, i know that Natasha wouldn’t do this, it would put her boo’s life at risk n there would never be a conference like this cause all her assassin buddies would be like “ooo there’s were she went!1!!!!” so please idc dont comment about that part, its a bit a of hypothetical fun okay?

also thank you anon for asking, it was v v good :;)

[justwomenimagines-blog]

Headcanons // short imagines

i am willing to do these because i need to take my mind off other shit please