* dangerously.

ind. natasha romanova/black widow. lovingly ruined by tia.

[widohw-a]

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[widohw-a]

@kilfyres   :       " i would give my life to keep you safe. " 

   TRANSLATION  :  i love you. 

   darling boy.  darling, beautiful boy.  he loves her, loves those around him, more than is probably ideal in a world like this  ––  even before tk speaks, natasha knows that he would give it all up for her.  she wishes he wouldn’t, not because she doesn’t deserve it, but because he has so much  life  left ahead of him, and he’s not yet realized it.  green hues trace tk’s movements, calm and unblinking as she indulges in his need to check over injuries that have already been checked by others time and time again. 

      gingerly, she releases her hold on the sweater held up above her waist, revealing bandages covering stitches, holding together muscle and split skin. those hands reach for his face, palms resting across either of his cheeks.  the  boy  bleeds  sunlight.  how selfish of her to allow him to mar that for her, to choke on the ashes of a life that she’d chosen for herself.   ‘  tk  –––  i’ve lived a long time.  safety’s overrated for me.  ’   cue the warm smile, split lips splitting across her teeth.   ‘  i love you, too.  ’

[widohw-a]

@yourleft   :    stop lying to me!

    truth ?  being dead is cold.  it’s cold, lonely, and unforgiving.  not that she’d minded terribly  ––  it’d been  boring,  sure, but nothing she wasn’t used to.  

   truth ?   had she suspected that there would be a price to pay ?  in her heart of hearts, yes.  and she had had her time in transit to come to terms with it, and had made the decision to be the person to go long before they had set foot on vormir.  not out of some need to make up for past sins, or out of some desire to protect clint, but because it had been part of the job.  with few caveats, agent natasha romanova is comfortable with  everything  to get a job done  ––  including, but not limited to, death.  anyone else’s....or hers. 

  truth ?   she’s not sure why she was brought back.  from her understanding, no one else had been after the return of the soul stone, and yet, natasha had found herself on another planet with a couple of broken bones and a second grade concussion. 

       ‘  truth ?  ’   she asks, brows raised, hands draped over knees that still ache a bit to bend.  her voice goes uncharacteristically plain, seemingly cold against the heated look on steve’s face.  such is the way of the widow  ––  she turns all facts, no apology, her only  slight  pang of guilt in the pain she can see she’s caused him.   ‘  i’ve been back for three months.  i would’ve found you earlier, but i had work to do.  ’

[widohw-a]

@yourleft   :       “ i love having strangers pick at my scabs. “

   gaze levels patiently  ––  not unkind   (  she asked, after all.  )   but knowing.  she’d known from the moment steve walked through the door that  therapy  hadn’t gone as he’d hoped it would.  the tightening in his shoulders, the flatness in his gaze, the way the door shuts a little harder than it needs to  ––  it’s not a  good  mood, to say the least.  the tip of natasha’s index finger drags around and around and around a mug of earl grey, legs folded into her lap as she watches steve pace.   ‘  better or worse than the last one ?  ’

[infinrtywar]

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و♡

[nicole-kidman]

[widohw-a]

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[soulrph]

random dramatic prompts.

what are these? idk. i distinctly remember writing them in a sleep-deprived daze after i binged four episodes of shad/ow and b/one. lowkey inspired, but not necessarily derived from the series. just following the same intense vibe, if you know what i mean. anyway, bon appetit!

" i need to know what happened. "

" something is clearly bothering you. "

" what am i to you? "

" what are you? "

" i can protect you. "

" you have no idea what you've unleashed. "

" how far would you go to protect the ones you love? "

" this is so much bigger than you realize. "

" stop lying to me! "

" i'd follow you to the ends of the universe. "

" people have died! doesn't that bother you?! "

" home isn't a place. it's you. it's always been you. "

" i don't know how you do this every day... "

" you can talk to me. "

" there's so much you don't know. "

" do you have any idea what you're capable of? "

" i can't let you do this. "

" how do you expect to stop me? "

" oh, darling... don't cry. there was nothing you could've done to prevent this... "

" we're going to change the world, you and i. "

" separate, we're powerful, but together... together we're unstoppable. "

" it's too late. this can't be undone. "

" i would give my life to keep you safe. "

" you're/i'm the only one who can stop this. "

" what have you done?! "

" it's not possible. "

" we can't run from this forever. "

" you're not alone. never have been, never will be. "

" we need a plan. "

" i need you. "

" there's nothing in this world that can keep us apart. "

" there's nowhere else we can run! nowhere else to hide! "

" how could you do this?! "

" i trusted you! "

" was it you? did you do all this? "

" i see a great power in you. but will it save us? or destroy us? "

" you lied to me! "

" we can't fix this. can we? "

" there has to be a way we can stop this! "

[ofhybrids-archive-deactivated20]

mr. and mrs. smith - sentence meme pt. 1

“I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.” “I never told you, but I was married once before.” “It was just a drunken Vegas thing.” “Oh, that’s better. That’s much better.” “Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet.” “Your aim’s as bad as your cooking sweetheart…and that’s saying something.” “Don’t tell me how to handle my wife.” “Tell me you got smart and that you killed that lying bitch.” “Guess that was just wishful thinking.” “Still alive, baby?” “We have an unusual problem here.” “You obviously want me dead, and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being.” “Dance with me.” “It was just my cover, sweetheart.” “Wait, why do I get the girl gun?” “It’s called evasive driving, sweetheart!” “Hiya, stranger.” “You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It’s the first thing you learn!” “Oh, I must have missed that lesson. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy!” “If you don’t like them we can take them back.” “You’ll get used to them.” “That vacation in Aspen, you left early, why?” “Damn, I wanted him.” “These fuckers get younger every year.” “Any last words?” “The new curtains are hideous.” “I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey.” “I have a thoery, newly developed.” “I’m think you killed us.” “Why do you care? I was just a cover.” “Who says you were just a cover?” “Ask us the sex question.” “Oh, look. More desert.” “Web of lies!” “I missed you.” “That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me today.” “Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb.” “Come on, let’s talk about this! You don’t want to go to bed angry!” “What’s new?” “My parents died when I was five. I’m an orphan.” “Who was that kind fellow who gave you away at our wedding?” “I can’t believe I brought my real parents to our wedding.” “Sweetheart…?” “You want it? It’s yours.” “There’s a huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything we don’t say to each other.” “Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. Option B: You don’t talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is…you die.” “Can I have a soda or a juice or…” “Ok, that was a nice shot.” “What? You’re looking for a job or something?” “You are the job.” “They’re bulletproof!” “We’ll talk about this later.” “You saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl?” “You really expect me to roll over and play dead?” “Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage.” “Come to daddy.” “Who’s your daddy now?” “We should so not be allowed to buy these.” “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage?” “Tempting but I don’t get out of bed for less than half a million dollars.” “I realise you witnessed the Mrs. and I working through a few domestic issues.” “That’s regrettable but don’t take that to be a sign of weakness, that would be a mistake on your part.” “Maybe it’s not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage - sends a mixed message.” “Mistake on your part.” “Baby, you couldn’t find the button with both hands and a map.”

[widohw-a]

if you argue with other people about wearing masks while you’re in close proximity, just know that i hate you and i hope you step on a lego.

[nicole-kidman]

[spillsnchills]

When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

I see that, and raise you a character who knows they’ve been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is out of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

Okay but like the character who doesn’t realize they’ve been hurt trying to see if everyone else is okay only to slowly realize that everyone is looking at them with mounting horror. Then they touch their side to find it’s wet and oh no

[kvothbloodless]

all 3 of you are evil but i admire, respect, and fear you

[widohw-a]

@kilfyres is natasha’s canon son, i make the rules.

[widohw-a]

just so we’re all aware, if natasha minded steve shoving her against a wall, she would’ve ended him right there

[nicole-kidman]

[sinrosetros]

rose solano + hair

[widohw-a]

what apology meal does natasha cook for you when she comes back from the dead for the second time in three years