therese romanoff

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Hello! I’m Therese and just getting back into writing, I would love to primarily write Natasha Romanoff, but am open to any other marvel women or selective men (Steve and Bucky…). Please enjoy and feel free to message me, always down for a chat!

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Natasha Romanoff

One shots:

quiet nights loud minds (fluff)

intertwined, sewn together (fluff)

Series:

thinking of you part 1, part 2, part 3

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intertwined, sewn together

⧗ natasha romanoff x reader

⧗ you and natasha decide to adopt a kitten to complete your family

⧗ so much fluff

⧗ short fic

I love Liho so much I try to add her to all my fics because what a cutie 🐈 Also I didn’t proofread!

When Natasha was away on missions, there was always an empty feeling throughout the apartment. Natasha felt this too. The absence of love when either if you were not home, their space was so close to perfect, just missing something.

One night as you laid your head on her chest and flipped through a book, Nat half watched a studio Ghibli movie she loved, Kiki’s Delivery Service. Her eyes drifted to the small black cat that appeared in almost every scene, and it resembled something she’d seen in a dream once, almost fated. She glanced at the wooden floor, imagine the soft pat pat pat of a kitten’s feet running down the hall to the kitchen, or it rubbing against her leg in contentment. Natasha then glanced at you, admired the way your hair framed your face, and pictured a little kitten against your chest, reading along with you. She always felt immense regret leaving you on missions, a feline could soothe both the loneliness and the grief she felt.

Nat nudged you arm, “darling” she whispered

You look up, admiring how the soft orange glow highlighted her soft features, “mh”

“Do you want a cat?” Natasha asked, her eyes almost gleamed with hope. She didn’t often show excitement, due to the common theme of many events in her life never working out. She was wired to brace for disappointment.

However your eyes lit up, “a cat? that would be so cute” you smiled, already imagining a life with another companion.

“We could get a black kitty, it could keep you company and give us cuddles” she spoke, her voice deep and enticing, you understood how Natasha managed to seduce hundreds of men. As she convinced you she rubbed your bottom lip, making your stomach flip and your heart beat faster than ever.

As the darkness overtook the room and the only light left was the soft streetlamp outside your window, you were asleep but Nat was conjuring visions of a life with a cat in her mind. Morning walks, hiking, kitty stretches, she was practically in love. Unable to sleep, she gave your forehead a kiss and crept out of bed to the kitchen, made a cup of tea and opened her laptop.

Natasha researched adoption centres with the perfect companion, her fingers tapping mindlessly on the counter. When Natasha Romanoff wanted something, it was rare she didn’t get it, she was a woman of her word. She made plans to visit an adoption centre the next morning and returned to bed, filled with anticipation and excitement.

As the morning light filtered through your windows, Natasha was already awake, packing sandwiches for the car ride to the cat shelter. You sat up, the blanket pooling around your waist like water.

“Nat?” you call out, “whats going on?”

She walked in, grinning like a little girl on Christmas morning, “are you really okay with getting a cat?” she asked.

“Of course” you smile

“Perfect, we leave in an hour. I found the perfect shelter like 2 hours from here, we can look and see if theres a kitty we love” she rambled, you hadn’t seen her this excited in a while. It was nice. You nodded and got up to change, catching the sparkle in her eye in your peripheral.

As you walked to the car, Nat sidestepped to open your door of her black jeep. She didn’t let you of your thigh the entire drive, tapping her finger along to the beat of radio songs as you drove through the countryside. You approach the shelter, nat opens your door then hols your hand tightly as you walk in.

There are cats everywhere, all rescued in need of homes, gosh you wish you could’ve taken all of them home. After a while of petting and meeting all the kitties, natasha lays her eyes on a small kitten, black, huge green eyes. It pats over to her and she knows, as she scoops it up, it’s like something shifted.

“our cat?” you ask, smiling and scratching the kitten’s head, natasha nods,

“our cat.”

On the way home you hold the cat, it softly purrs on your lap and looks at natasha with its gorgeous eyes. The air seems lighter somehow, the future clearer.

“what are we gonna name her?” you ask

“I was thinking Liho, its russian for evil” she smirks, who would you be to deny such a cute name, so fitted to the black widow. The cat sits up at the sound of it’s new name, Liho.

“Oh Liho how cute you are” you whisper.

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Thinking of you

⧗ natasha romanoff x scientist!reader

⧗ You and natasha instantly click at a party, is this the beginning of something new? Or just another work friendship?

⧗ fluff, stark party, eh flirty

⧗ short but ongoing! will post part 2 soon

New series hehehe stay tuned!

It was booming at one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, you’re a biochemist who helps Tony engineer many tools and resources for the Avengers. You’re in a stunning black dress, and as you peer up from the drink you see a whole group of superhumans come your way, however most drift off, except one widow.

“Natasha this is y/n, the one person in the lab with brains” Tony smiles, introducing you to the team. The red head smiles at you, her red hair cascading off her strong shoulders.

“Nice to meet you, scientist huh?” she smirks, giving you a friendly smile.

“Yeah, assassin?” you smile back, she nods.

“pretty much, what do you specialise in?” the avenger asks you, allowing her eyes to gently observe your body and landing on your lips.

“I’m doing some engineering right now but back in university I was really into molecular biology” you explain, the rest of the team disperses and its just the two of you and the loud chatter.

Natashas eyebrows raised, “I’m impressed, what made you switch to engineering over molecular?” She asks, genuinely curious. Not many times in your career somebody has asked you this many questions about your career aside from job interviews, men aren’t usually too interested women in stem but Natasha was……. different.

You two chatted for a while, Natasha asking about your job, and interests and you doing the same.

“You’re pretty cool” she smiles, handing you a drink. “And obviously very educated, I have a friend who’s the best sniper in the industry but got his right pointer ripped off, any chance you could help me out?”

You think for a second, “I mean yeah next month I’m pretty open, I’d love to take a look” you smile at her, getting slightly lost in her green eyes.

“Thank you, I mean it. I’ll make it worth your while of course, he’s a good friend of mine” she says softer, her eyes clearly showing her mind is off elsewhere.

A few weeks after your meeting, you bump into her in the hallway after a long night of work. The conversation had crossed Natasha’s mind a lot, she is often thinking if you. Your hair messy, eyes tired, and you’re holding a million things.

“Woah hey there” she smiles, grabbing a bag from you before you fall, “long night?”

“long week” you groan, “thanks I’ve got it” you say softly trying to get your bag back but you’re just. so. tired.

“Uh uh absolutely not, I’ll walk you back to your apartment, what floor?” she asks as you approach the elevator,

“eight” you yawn

“hey me too” she smiles.

The ride up is silent, calm silent. She walks you to your door then helps you put your bag inside,“well if you’re ever lonely I’m a door down” she smiles, as you go to close your door you pause,

“Oh hows your friend? Finger ripped off?” you ask, suddenly remembering your first conversation all those weeks ago.

“You remembered” she smiled, “wanna grab a coffee tomorrow? He’s an interesting guy”.

“Sure” you nod, “give me a call”.

“I will” she smiles, her green eyes lighting up for just a moment, you don’t admit it but you think of her all night long.

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quiet nights loud minds

⧗ natasha romanoff x reader

⧗ one of the many quiet nights you and natasha spend in your peaceful apartment, filled with love and plagued with memories

⧗ fluff, red room trauma, comfort

⧗ short fic

this is my first fic in like 3 years please bare with me! Requests open ❤️

Natasha softly put on a record that you both enjoyed, the whispered prayers of Mazzy Star engulfing the room and its orange glow. She was wearing boxers and an old tshirt, although ragged, she somehow always looked like a goddess, you could stare forever. Her presence drifted through the room, tidying up her side table and its few possessions. Her journal, lipbalm, and a small framed photo of you two holding hands in central park.

She caught your eye and gave a soft smile, not like anything any other person had seen before. The black widow was a deadly assassin and worldwide threat, she was just Natasha. Liho, the black cat who was basically your son, brushed against your leg and stared at you with those innocent green eyes. You often associated them with Natasha, believing the cat and her were kindred spirits.

“you look nice” she whispered, tugging you onto the soft linen sheets with her. Nat’s affection was always present, however often unseen. A hand on your back, a smile across the room, she never failed to comfort, however often found her efforts were not reciprocated. This wasn’t the case with you, her wife, her perfect wife.

Her lips dragged across your collarbone, as if worshipping something sacred and delicate that was her duty to protect.

“Had a good day?” she asks, her voice devastatingly raspy and sexy.

You nod with a content smile, “I had the perfect sandwich, it was amazing”. She nodded thoughtfully, Natasha Romanoff always appreciated quality food.

As the two of you bask in comforting silence occasionally broken with soft sweet nothings, your limbs end up tangled with one another, soon not knowing where you ended and she began. Melodies dance through the air and encourage your eyes asleep, peaceful and tired, however Natasha’s mind drifted.

Fantasies of cold rooms and linoleum floors interrupted the warmth of the bed, suddenly your comfort felt small as the overwhelming trance took over. Visions of girls she knew, girls who had died in those halls. Legs breaking from dancing, skin punctured from her gun. She recalled her bedroom where she grew up, in a long hall, endless bunk beds resembling a prison more than a home.

As Natasha closed her eyes she felt the metal bed frame scrape against her back and the ache of the bruises enforced upon her, the consequence of mistakes. She gasped, so loud it woke her up and made her sit up. However her environment felt off, not unsettling, but familiar.

Your warmth from your side of the bed grounded her, as she got up to use the bathroom, you woke like clockwork. Sitting up and waiting for her to return to your arms, a usual occurrence to battle her nightmares. She re-entered the room and you offered a soft smile, she melted into your arms, her face against your neck as though it belonged there.

“you’re safe” you whisper, tracing a pattern along her arm, “I love you”.

Nat smiled, her eyes droopy but heart racing, “oh I love you more”.

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