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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 9 months

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Russian literature

Warnings: Age difference, teacher-student relationship, alternate universe - pre-canon, alternate universe - canon divergence, slow burn (?)

Word count: 2.0 K

Pairing: Melina Vostokoff x Fem!Reader

Prompt: It is literally a transcript of a dream I had with the actress Rachel Weisz. Modify a bit and change her to her character Melina hers.

Requests: OPEN

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"You may retire to your recess."

Without waiting for any further response from teacher Maria, I took my best friend's hand and my glass of cold coffee and we left the room.

Since we arrived at Italian class in the middle of the day, Daniela repeatedly insisted that at recess time, I had to accompany her to the school cafeteria, since she had not had breakfast.

The Italian teacher was very strict with schedules, so we knew we only had fifteen minutes to get some food (and a candy for me) and another fifteen minutes to eat in peace.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom first?" asked Daniela stopping in front of the bathroom door as I rearranged my top.

"Dani, we don't even have time to eat" we both laughed as I took her hand and dragged her to the main hallway that connected the five buildings on the inside. "Besides, if we don't go right now and we go in the middle of class, the teacher can't ask us any of the vocabulary questions."

"Agh, I know. The lady thinks for some strange reason, we had ALL weekend to study irregular verbs, doesn't she know that her subject is a complementary to my college degree?" we both laughed.

"She's crazy, did you see how she looked at me when I answered 'io vorrei' wrong?"

Before Daniela could answer me, next to her, a woman passed by, with a fair complexion, a big but pretty nose, and beautiful brown hair.

I could see her moving her head from side to side. She was looking for something.

Many people would say it was 'chivalry', my friends (Daniela) that I'm a fucking flirt, but I would say, it was both and neither.

I quickly let go of Daniela's arm, turned and reached for the poor woman.

"Hi, hey, do you need help?"

My stomach turned when I saw her eyes. Oh, my mother. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

"Hi, excuse me, do any of you know how to get to the literary studies department?"

That's when I was grateful for studying 'literature' in college. "Oh sure, if you want we can take you there."

I couldn't see her, but I could even notice Daniela's panicked look behind my back.

"Oh, no need, I just don't know which building it's in" commented the woman with a nervous chuckle as she crumpled a piece of paper in her hands.

"We have no problem accompanying you. These hallways can be confusing" The woman gave me a charming smile, to which I responded and we both set out to walk from building 'D' to 'A'. "By the way, my name is Y/N and this is my friend Daniela."

For the first time, the woman looked directly at my friend and my friend just said a small 'hello' and raised her hand in greeting.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Melina."

"Do you study here, Melina?"

Damn, saying her name was completely addictive.

"Not really. Do you?"

"Yes, we are in our third semester of college."

"Third semester, they look so young" she commented raising an eyebrow.

"Well, thank you, but, that doesn't take my years off."

We both laughed while Daniela just followed us without mentioning anything.

After a few minutes, we arrived at the site, where we were quickly greeted by Sabrina, the department secretary.

"Hi Sabrina, how are you?" opened the door Daniela and let us in, as she waved.

"Hi girls, well thank you, how about you?"

"Well, thank you very much for asking."

"Melina, this is Sabrina, the secretary of the study department."

"You are Melina Vostokoff?"

"That's right."

"Oh, Mr. Hudson is busy, but he'll be able to see you in a few minutes, would you like some coffee or something?"

"coffee be excellent" before she sat down in the waiting room, she put down her bag and looked at me and my friend. "Do you have classes to go to?"

"Yes…" Dani spoke

"No," I said.

She looked at us confused.

"Well, actually, we do have classes, but, it's nothing major."

"You know what" Daniela interrupted me "Can we have a few minutes?" she asked Melina "We want to go to the bathroom."

"I don't want to."

Daniela pinched me causing me to gasp.

"If you want."

She took my hand and dragged me to the bathrooms.

"Look, Y/N I don't know what you're up to and if you want to continue being a flirty fucking whore, but, we absolutely cannot skip Italian class, just because you want to stick your tongue down that woman's throat."

"Daniela, don't be a spoilsport, what can happen if we don't show up for the second half?"

"I don't know and I don't even want to find out. Let's go," she tried to grab my arm and pull me, but I held on to the door frame.

"I'm not leaving."

"Y/N, please let's go."

"No Daniela, if you want to go, go ahead, but I'm not leaving."

Daniela just frowned, pursed her lips, looked me up and down as her face turned red as a tomato. She was furious. But she left.

I walked over to the sink, drank some water and combed my hair and checked my makeup and clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

I entered the study department again and found a Melina sipping coffee, while on the coffee table, there was another coffee and multiple cookies.

"Oh, I asked Sabrina for another coffee, in case you'd like some."

"Thank you."

I sat down and quickly took a sip.

"Where is your friend?"

"She had to go."

We were both silent for a while, until a doubt came to me.

"May I know what you're going to talk to Mr. Hudson for?"

"I was hired to teach the Russian literature class."

Several of my friends were in French, Spanish, Latin American and other literature classes. But none of them had gotten into Russian, no one was interested.

"Oh, it sounds very interesting."

"Are you going into the classroom?"

"Of course. My favorite author is Russian"

"Really, who is it?"

"Vladimir Lenin"

"Excuse me, Mrs. Vostokoff," Sabrina interrupted us. "Mr. Hudson is ready to receive you."

"Oh thank you" she gathered her belongings and before walking to Professor Hudson's office, she turned to see me "Thank you so much for helping me."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Vostokoff," I winked at her, eliciting a chuckle.

She walked a few steps, so I turned to go back to my classroom, but her voice stopped me.

"Oh, by the way, Lenin was a politician. Not a writer."

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Well boys, that concludes today's class."

As I watched all my classmates gather their things and head out the door. I grabbed my notebook, pen and cell phone and stuffed it in my bag, but I stood watching as Melina began to close her laptop.

"Do you need anything T/N?"

"I wanted to ask if…can I buy you breakfast?"

She stopped putting her things away and looked me straight in the eye.

"Invite me, where to?"

"I know a coffee shop that's near here."

"Good" She finished putting her things away and put on her brown trench coat, it matched his eyes. Carefully, he rested her right hand on my left cheek and stroked my cheekbone with her thumb. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me 'you'?"

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I could confirm that I was fully in love with Melina Vostokoff.

For years I found it disgusting to eat in the company of someone outside my family circle. Because even when I was across the table, I could hear people chewing and swallowing; some even do it with their mouths open. It made me very, very disgusted.

But to see the Russian's white cheeks puffy from chewing her waffles, while her right hand tried to hide her mouth. Her eyes were on mine and her cheeks showed the shadow of a smile.

It was completely adorable.

"Can I tell you something?" asked Melina.

Her voice snapped me out of my trance and forced me to continue eating.

"Sure" I took a sip of my coffee.

"I think it was a bad idea for you to stick my subject into your schedule."

I choked on my coffee, sending me into a coughing fit. She quickly patted my back, causing my cheeks to redden.

"Why do you say that?"

"Are you kidding Y/N?" she guffawed "You suck at remembering anything about Russian literature. I bet you don't even remember one Russian author."

I could not help but laugh. She knew me.

"You're right, I suck."

"So… why are you taking the class?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I was getting into the class…for you?"

She stopped cutting her waffle and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Me?"

"Forgive me, but, you are too beautiful to see from afar."

Before she could answer me, her cell phone started ringing.

She pulled it out and quickly answered.

"Hey honey, is everything okay?" shit, she had a husband, why didn't I think of that great possibility, a woman like her who was single? impossible. "Hey, it's okay, when I get home I'll work it out. I promise. I love you" she hung up.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have told you what I said. I don't want to interfere in your marriage…" I began to ramble as I tried to put the silverware down on the plate. My hands were shaking, but, she took one between hers.

"Marriage?"

"Ahh, it's not…" point to her cell phone on the table with my eyes.

"She was my oldest daughter, Natasha."

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I knocked on the door three times, and as I listened to the footsteps approaching the door, I arranged my dress and the bouquet of flowers in my hand.

The door opened with a crash.

"Y/N!"

"Yelena"

The little girl jumped into my arms, and even with my hands fully occupied, I was able to carry her.

"Are you coming to see mom?"

"Don't tell your mom, but I'm coming to see you, best friend."

With my index finger, I tapped her nose, causing her to wrinkle it.

"I promise."

"Hello, pretty girl."

Melina came downstairs wearing a white knit sweater I had given her last Christmas and some pants I had helped her buy. They hugged her hips in a phenomenal way. Her butt looked so sexy with them on.

"How are you?" I asked as I stole a kiss . "Iugh" Yelena made noise as if she was going to throw up. Causing me to let go of Melina and tickle the blonde girl.

"Come on little girl, I brought gifts for you and your sister."

"YEI, Nattie, Y/N brought gifts!"

The teenager's footsteps came down to us as her sister began to unwrap her new barbie.

"Hello Y/N"

"Hello red"

Red was my nickname for her. She would only let me call her that.

"What did you bring?"

"I figured you'd like a new skateboard…"

"Are you kidding!"

"Of course not" from the bag I pulled out Natasha's new skateboard, causing the little girl to let out a small squeal.

"Ah Y/N, thank you so much!" She grabbed the skateboard to hug me. I hugged her back. "I love you so much!"

"Did you already say thank you, Yelena?" asked Melina as she did her mom pose. Putting her hands on her waist.

"Thank you so much, Y/N" she also ran to hug me. "I love you."

"I love you too, love bugs…but go play, seize the day."

I didn't have to say it twice for them to run away.

"You didn't have to give them anything," Melina said.

"I know, but, I didn't want to leave my favorite girls without a gift."

"So your favorite girls, huh?"

"Hey, don't be jealous. You're my special girl too" I gave her the bouquet of roses and sunflowers I had bought especially for her.

I saw how her eyes sparkled and she brought her face close to smell the flowers.

"Have I told you that I love you?"

"Did I tell you?"

"Not that I remember," she joked.

"I love you, then."

"I love you so much more."

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Drama Red

a/n: okay it's my first songfic, honestly it was cool and I plan to do a second but it's really hard to translate lyrics and try to keep some sense so sorry...

*not my GIF*

Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Summary: Natasha has only one question to ask you but before she thought about your life with her.

Type: Fluff

Warning: me being really bad for a first time like always

word count: 3298

Here is a link to the orignal song if you want (warning it's a french song)

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Natasha was sitting on your bed; she was looking at you while you finished your make-up. Today was Yelena's birthday, and Melina decided to do something special (just a party with the people she knows). A song was playing in the background, and she let herself get lost in her mind when she listened to the lyrics.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little bit of drama red on your lips

"Hey Nat, did you hear me?" You asked, and she came out of her trance just to look at you.

"Excuse me. What did you say?" She asked shyly, and you smiled at her.

"Do you think this lipstick is good?" you asked again, and she nodded. Nat brought you this just two days prior because it reminded her of you. "Are you sure because I don't want to look bad in front of your mom?"

"Oh come on, you know she loves you, maybe even more than me." She joked, and you kissed her before grabbing your purse and your present for her sister and leaving the house.

In the car, Natasha was playing the same song, and while you drove, she was focused on two things: you and how this song reminded her of you two.

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

Your relationship was not always so beautiful. When you met her, it was when Fury asked you to team up with her and Clint a few months after she joined the SHIELD. Even if the idea of pairing you with another young, talented agent was rather good to him, you and Natasha didn't match at first. She didn't want to make new friends, and you weren't strong enough to deal with her stubbornness.

It was like that until one mission. This mission was simple: infiltrate a base, steal some information, and come back to the headquarters. See? Pretty simple. But something happened, and you had to fight—just you two against an army of dangerous men, all armed and ready to kill you.

"Oh, super plan Y/n; now I hope you're ready to die." the Russian said, and you rolled your eyes.

"How should I've known there were so many guys?" you asked, and she felt more angrier.

"Maybe because we're in enmity territorial, тупица (dumbass)." the redhead replied, visibly angry.

"Oh, don't use the Russian card with me, Romanova."

"Don't call me like that."

"And don't call me dumbass."

"You understood?"

"Oh, come on, I'm an agent; I need to speak a lot of languages." you replied, and suddenly you noticed something. "Do you hear this?" you asked, and she looked confused.

"I don't hear anything," she replied.

"That's the point." you said and stood up from your hiding spot to look around "Where are they?" you asked to no one in particular.

"Y/n!" Natasha called you, and you immediately looked at her. "Look." she instructed, and you followed her finger to find a timer.

"What's sons of the b*tches. They had a bomb." you said quitely, and Natasha giggled. It was definitely not the reaction she expected. "Okay, I'll call Fury. And you, try to find a way to escape." you said.

"You're not the boss of me." she replied, and you groaned.

"It's really not the time for this Romanoff!" you yelled, and she flinched a little. "Sorry, but you need to hurry." you said, and she left. You took a moment to regroup and reorganize your mind. "Fury, we have a problem." you said through the communications.

"What is this agent Y/l/n?" he asked.

"There is a bomb, in front of me, ready to explode. I think I can stop it, but if I don't, I need you to come and bring back agent Romanoff." you announced and thought for a moment.

"I can send a group of men there, but agent Y/l/n, do me a favor." he said

"What?"

"Don't force me to inform your family that you didn't make it."

"Oh, come on, Fury, we both know you'll not have to do it." you replied, and he chuckled.

"Oh, so how much time?" he asked.

"Three minutes." you replied.

"It will be close, but they should be there in time. Good luck, Y/n." he said and ended the call.

Outside of the base, Natasha was anxious; she heard your conversation with Fury, and she couldn't stop thinking that maybe she should have stayed.

She wanted to come back for you when she heard the quinjet and an agent come out, and before he could say anything, the floor where she let you; explode. The two agents were both shocked, but fortunately for Fury, you found a way out of the chaos.

"What was that?" the agent said, and you didn't reply first to catch your breath.

"I didn't find a way to stop the bomb, so I did the most obvious thing." you said, and they both looked at you, expecting something more. "I made it explode a little earlier." you explained, and Natasha slammed your shoulder.

"You could have died." she said, and you could hear worry in her voice for the first time since you met her.

"You're welcome, agent Romanoff." You joked, and the agent rolled his eyes.

"Fury will not be happy." he said, and you made a weird face but didn't say anything. When you were back in the HQ, you couldn't stop yourself from tease Natasha, and to your own surprise, you earned the right to call her Natasha.

The time repair but look around us how the people are drifting apart

I have to change of my watch, to change of world

Look around us how the people are wrong

At her parent's house, you quickly made your way to the kitchen, where the star of the day was with her mom. "Happy Birthday, sister-in-law!" You greeted her, and she rolled her eyes. She really liked it when you called her that; she liked you, and honestly, you should already be her sister-in-law since a while if her sister was not so….Nat.

After you hugged the blonde, you walked immediately to Melina, who opened her arms wide for you. "How was the drive?" she asked.

"Pretty tiring, but we're finally here. You really should start to think about moving near us." you said, and she laughed

"Okay, I'll think about it for the next time, but right now, I think someone wants to see you." She pointed to the living room where Wanda was.You let out a little sigh and made your way into the room while Natasha stayed behind with the two women.

"Hey Wands, why this long face again?" You asked, sitting beside her, and she sighed.

"It's Vision," she confessed, and you rolled your eyes.

"Again?" you asked dramatically, and she let out a little chuckle. "What did he do this time?"

"Nothing." she replied, and you frowned your eyebrows.

"And where is the problem?" you asked, completely confused.

"I mean, maybe I was too harsh with him. Perhaps I should let him explain before I decide to end this." she said, and you nodded.

Vision and her recently broke up, and being the good friend you are, you tried your best to help her not regret what she did, but apparently it didn't work.

"You want to give him a second chance?" you asked, and even if you were furious with the fact that he made her cry, if she wanted to forgive him, who were you to say no?

I need rational love; I need to learn how to trust the human race.

I need to be sure that I am the problem.

I need to be sure that you are the cure.

"So?" Yelena asked, and her sister looked at her confused. "How's going with you and Y/n?"

"What do you mean?" The Natasha replied.

"Did you propose to her or not?" Melina said, and her eldest daughter sighed.

"Oh, come on, we already talked about it. I don't know if we're ready?"

"What do you mean? You're dating since five years now. I think you're ready." Yelena said, and her mom nodded to agree.

"Okay. But maybe I'm not ready." The redhead announced.

"You fought aliens together, and you think you're not ready?" The blonde asked, but her sister didn't have time to reply before Thor came to greet the young widow. The redhead used this distraction to leave this conversation.

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, 'bout us, 'bout us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

Natasha made her way to the living room where you were, and she heard you talk with Wanda and Kate, who joined you a few seconds prior.

"Wait, a cat?" The archer said, and you nodded.

"Yeah, Natasha said she wants a cat. So I thought we could adopt one together, but for now she doesn't know, so don't ruin my surprise." You warned Kate, and she nodded quietly.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

Natasha didn't make her presence known for a moment. She just stayed here and looked at you while you talked and laughed with Kate and Wanda. Unfortunately for her, Melina came and stayed beside her.

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

"I know it looks like I want to control your life, but I think you really need to ask her." Melina said, and Natasha looked at her.

"What do you—" "Hey Nat, come here." The young archer exclaimed, and your girlfriend took a last look at her mom before she came and sat beside you.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

When she sat, you placed your hand on her tight and she placed her hand in yours. She really wanted it, but she had to wait for the right moment. At least that's what she said to herself.

On all the streets of the city, we wandered.

Even if we don't marry, we will be happy.

You know I'm not the type to be engaged.

You know I'm more the type to be bored.

Natasha was playing with your hand while you were talking, and she unconsciously focused her gaze on your fingers. She couldn't help but think about this day one week ago, when you were doing shopping. You spotted a jewelry shop, and you stopped in front of the window to look at the necklace and the earrings. Your girlfriend stopped next to you, and her gaze fell on a beautiful ring. 'It'll look good on you' she thought, and before she could make this comment aloud, you dragged her to another bookstore for the third time this afternoon.

The Russian looked at you in the store; you were trying to find a new book for her, and she started to think about her life before you started dating. She didn't imagine herself in a relationship for five years, but maybe it was because they weren't you.

People who stay together for the life

Before they become lovers, they are friends.

We'll try to make one all night, but

We stay kids as long as our parents are alive

"Where is Lucky?" Yelena asked, and this brought back her sister from her memories.

"He's with my mom. He had an appointment with the vet, and he was too tired to come." The brunette said the blonde nodded. "If Melina had called me earlier, I would have brought him."

"It's not my fault if you are not aware of everything." Melina said, and you chuckled.

"Oh come on Melina, you called me when I was sleeping; I almost won't be able to come." Wanda spoke dramatically, and you laughed.

"Sorry, but you have bad timing, Melina." You said, and the older woman glared at you.

"Oh, and what were you doing, you two?" She said pointing at you and Natasha, but neither of you replied. You blushed, and Wanda gasped.

"It's totally gross." The sokovian said, and you chuckled. "And Nat, you really replied?" She asked, and your girlfriend blushed.

"Of course, I replied. She's my mom, and she could be scary when you don't reply to her calls." The Russian defends herself.

"But you were..." The witch spoke, and Yelena seemed to finally notice what you were talking about.

"Okay, can we not talk about my sister's sex life for my birthday, please?" The blonde asked, but it was more of an order. Kate fake gagged, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on, stop acting like you just discovered that." You said.

"Y/n stop!" The two sisters said, and you laughed.

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, about us, about us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

"Is it true that you want to move on?" Kate asked, and you frowned at your eyebrows.

"How do you know that?" You asked her.

"Clint told me." She replied and shrugged her shoulders.

"And it's true." Natasha said. "I want a big house. I mean, I love our house now, but I need a new training room." She explained.

"And we also need a porch, for our home date." You added, and your girlfriend chuckled. You were definitely the more romantic, but it's okay because you loved it.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

After a little more talk, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. When you left, all eyes were now on the redheaded Russian. She was totally oblivious because her own attention was focused on the wine glass on the table; there was a lipstick mark on it, your lipstick mark.

The wedding is to please the motha.

You came back but immediately excused yourself again, but to the kitchen now. And this time Melina cleared her throat, and her daughter looked at her.

"I think it's the best time now." Melina said, and Wanda and Kate looked at Natasha, confused.

"Wait, you didn't propose to her yet?" The young brunette said, and Natasha sighed.

"But why?" The sokovian asked this time.

"Apparently she's not ready." The blonde Russian said.

"What do you mean you're not ready?" Wanda asked, visibly shocked. "I've known you for a while now, and I think everybody here can confirm that nobody made you happier than her. So what is the problem?"

"But if she doesn't want?" Natasha asked, and Kate groaned.

"Oh come on, Nat, she called Yelena her sister-in-law, she only has an eye for you, and every time we talk about weddings, she's the most implied." The archer said.

"She has like, twenty wedding dresses in her gallery picture." Wanda said.

"And she even did the guess list." Yelena added, and her sister was shocked.

"Hear. She's totally ready and she wait you." Melina said. "You fought aliens and Nazis and took down one of the worst HQs in the world together. So why you should not be ready? You know everything about each other, and you love each other, despite the fact that you always act like an old married couple. So what's your point?"

Natasha processed all she heard and took a deep breath before standing up. "If she says no, I'll be desperate." She said before storming to the kitchen.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me.

"Hey babe, sorry I was about to come, but Lila sent me a video of this cat." You said when you saw Nat enter the kitchen. She stopped beside you, and you showed her the video.

"He's so cute." She cooed, and you smiled.

"Did you see that?" You looked at her, and she was nervous. Girlfriend instinct, you made her sit on the nearest chair and took her hands for a little reassurance. "What's going on?" You asked.

"I have something to ask you." She spoke, and you nodded. Okay, don't laugh. I didn't prepare anything." She warned you, and you nodded again. "Okay Y/n. I wanted to wait for the right time, but I found that there was really no wrong time; I was just afraid. We've been together for a long time now; you were with me during the attack on New York; you were here when we fought Hydra; we ran away together after the accords; and you helped me destroy the red room." She paused to take a breath. "I know I was not ready until now, and the girls said that I didn't really have to be scared or anything. I'm sure you already chose the dress, and apparently you even did the guess list. You're very precious to me, and what I could do without you..." She was rambling, but you stopped her.

"Wait, who told you about the guess list?" You asked.

"Yelena. But this is not the time now." She spoke, and you nodded. "So today I was like, 'no, Nat, she would never want to spend all her life with you, like, why?' but after I talked with the girls, they were like, Wait, you're totally dumb to think that she doesn't want it' and I was like, 'Really?', and they were like 'its obvious she want' and here we are now." She took a deep breath. "Man, I'm really nervous." She said, and you chuckled.

"Sooo?" you asked.

"Yeah, I want to ask you, do you want to marry me?" She asked, and she didn't let you have the chance to reply before she was rambling again. "Wait, you're not obligated or anything. It's not because we spent five years together that's mean you want to spend more. It's just you always so–"

You kissed her to stop her, and when you pulled away, she was confused. "Yes, Natasha, I want to marry you." You said, and she started to cry.

"You want to? Even though I'm definitely not the best–"

You kissed her again. "Yes, I want to marry you. And don't worry, I really think you're the best choice for me." You said, and she smiled. "Usually it should be the one who's been proposed who should cry." You joked, and she chuckled.

"I was nervous" she admitted, and you kissed her forehead.

"And how are you now?" You asked.

"Relive and happy." She said, and you smiled.

"I can't wait to call you my wife." You said, and she grinned. You wanted to say something else, but some footsteps stopped you. When you both looked in the direction of the sounds, you found the women there, visibly waiting for something.

"She said yes!!" Natasha yelled, and you laughed. The women face were now bright with a wide smile.

"It's the best present you could get me." Yelena said, and you hugged her.

"You're such a drama queen, sister-in-law." You replied, and you rolled your eyes.

Yes, that's it. Natasha watched you talk with her sister, and honestly, she was more than happy to finally asked you the question. You're totally hers now, and she's totally yours.

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Melina and f reader. Fainting in Melinas arms.

assuming this is for the blurb/drabble thing, lemme know if it’s not also this kind of turned into a small fic lmao

You reunited with Melina when she came with Alexei, Natasha, and Yelena to take down the Red Room. You were old lovers and Melina had thought that you were killed on a mission years ago — turns out, Dreykov had kept you in the Red Room since you were Melina’s weakness.

When she saw you, she froze. At first, she wasn’t even sure that it was really you — it shocked her to her core. She was nearly attacked by someone who Alexei fought off, as she couldn’t stop staring at you. Alexei joined her after the guy was unconscious, confused until he saw you. He knew how close you and Melina had been and put a cautious hand on her shoulder.

“We have to save Y/N,” Melina whispered, watching you train with the other Widows.

“We will,” Alexei promised her, until he gently guided her away.

You were among the Widows whom Dreykov ordered to attack Natasha. After being freed from the brainwash by Yelena, Natasha recognized you and told you to go to Melina. You wasted no time in running there, getting there just in time to help Melina as she was fighting off agents.

When she saw you kicking ass, it was the first time she had truly smiled in along time. She had always loved watching you fight, you always managed to mesmerize her. “Just like old times,” she called out, catching your grin and the teary-eyed look in your eyes before jumping back into the fight.

You two managed to take care of most of your enemies, but one agent had managed to slam you into the wall, leaving your head throbbing and your vision blurry. Melina managed to knock him out but when she turned around to you, she saw you stumbling away from the wall, dizzy.

“Y/N?” She called out. When you didn’t seem to hear her, she inched closer, only for you to stumble right into her arms. She caught you and gasped when she saw you unconscious.

Melina slowly laid you down, gently tapping at your cheeks and cursing when she saw the wound on your head. “Y/N, love, c’mon,” she murmured, brow creasing in worry.

She pet your hair a bit and after an antagonizing minute, your eyes fluttered open and met hers with confusion. “M’lina?” You slurred, dazed.

“Welcome back,” Melina said, smiling warmly at you. “You fainted.” She glanced around, seeing how unstable the room was. The ground began to shake as the Red Room was collapsing.

“What’s going on?” You mumbled, leaning heavily against your former lover.

Melina wrapped her arms around you, supporting you and helping you sit up. “It’s alright. Let’s just take it slow, okay?” She soothed, not wanting to worry you even if she was worried herself.

She helped you stand and helped you stumble out. Eventually, you regained your footing and by the time you got on the ground, you had gotten separated from Melina again. But, it didn’t take her long to find you and, seeing you quite disoriented, she wrapped her arms around you.

“I’m gonna take you home, love,” she whispered, and you practically melted into her arms. Home.

You were mostly silent on the way home, still processing being free from the brainwash. Melina was piloting and you were co-piloting while Alexei sat in the back. Melina was thrilled to have you back in her life, but worried at both your quietness and the fact that you had fainted.

When you got home, Alexei went off to do his own stuff, and Melina guided you into the living room. Despite your soft protests, she carefully treated your injuries and bundled you in blankets. You were definitely out of it, so she used extra care.

Afterwards, Melina wrapped her arms around you. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep, lulled by her warmth and sweet nothings. Melina cooed when she saw that you were fast asleep and just rested with you until it was time for dinner.

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wntrs0ldier · 1 year

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An Offer · part 01

pairing: mob!bucky x reader words: 3,4k warnings: language, typical mafia themes, men talking, a/n: english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes!

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series summary: When your father dies, the only thing you can do for your family and the empire he built, is to marry a powerful man.

chapter sneak peek: At first he looked directly into your eyes, but soon his stare carefully slid lower. The muscles of his face highlighted as he clenched his jaw, something raw appeared in his eyes. You also glanced down at yourself and stumbled at how your body reacted to the cold and the undeniable electricity hanging in the air. It spread only between you and Bucky.

When your father died, you only had time to fit all the stages of grief into one brief episode of momentary shock, then your thoughts revolved solely around the future of the Family. Besides your mother and younger sister, you had to take care of business. And even though you understood the rules of the dark world you grew up in, no one had ever explained to you what decisions you should make to prevent the empire your father had created from crumbling.

The warm rays of the setting sun were breaking through between the gravestones. You had to admit that the sun made everything a little better. Ironically, everything around you seemed to be coming to life; the greening grass, the budding leaves on the trees, the birds singing somewhere in the background. Even the slight rain didn't seem so bothersome when the sun was warming your skin and there was a crisp spring breeze in the air.

You couldn’t focus on the ceremony, your thoughts were occupied by something else entirely. You were unable to ignore the fact that, as the minutes passed, your high heels were being swallowed up more and more by the mud. In all this sense of loss, which you had never experienced before, you felt sorry for a pair of shoes, even though you had hundreds of them. So instead of letting your emotions take over, you began to list some of the funeral attendees you managed to recognise.

You spotted some members of the Rumlow Family. Despite the generally accepted rule of temporary peace and immunity for any funeral, the sight of Rumlow Senior and his son made you a little uncomfortable. You knew that their presence in any other situation would have meant trouble. For as long as you could remember, your Families had lived in discord, and even if there had not yet been a major clash, their company carried the echo of a bomb ticking somewhere nearby.

A few rows away were representatives of the Russian mafia – Melina Vostokova, who stood at the head of the group, and Natasha Romanoff.

You also saw Tony Stark – the biggest manufacturer of weapons, which your father helped distribute mainly on the black market. Tony himself claimed that he was not a gangster, but the truth was that he took the side that benefited him the most. No wonder he was the richest man in the United States. Or at least as far as you were aware.

Even state attorney Alexander Pierce showed up, which struck you as highly risky and simply stupid, but perhaps it was all about some twisted way of paying respect to a worthy rival. On the other hand – no matter how absurd it was – you wouldn't be surprised if it was John Walker, Pierce's nephew, who persuaded his uncle to attend the funeral. Walker had been looking for an opportunity to approach you for a long time; even now he was staring at you with a strange longing and an inappropriate dreaminess spreading across his face. You felt your skin itch as he stared at you like that, so you decided to look away in case John got the idea to take the initiative.

As discreetly as before, you looked a little further away. You weren't surprised by the presence of Timothy Barnes, the head of the Barnes Family, which not only lived in peace with yours; there were times when the paths of your Families would cross, so Timothy and your father occasionally visited each other to discuss the best strategy of action together.

It was the company of his nephew that surprised you. Mainly because the presence of Bucky Barnes was an unusual occurrence – a few years ago he simply disappeared and no one really knew what was going on with him at the time.

With much longer hair and a broader chest, he looked a little different than when you last saw him. And when you watched him from where you were standing you realised that he was staring at some indefinable point, and the hostility beaming from his eyes made you shudder; even if it wasn't directed at you.

You followed his gaze, wanting to know the poor man who had earned Bucky Barnes' cold, piercing stare, and you met Walker's eyes again. As John looked at you, Bucky observed him intently.

You stayed close to your mother, but did not directly accompany her when condolences and respects were paid. Right next to you stood Michael – your father's trusted advisor and confidant.

“Look at that... How desperate they are,” he said quietly, leaning towards you. “Waiting to take over everything your father worked for.”

You blinked a few times, suddenly awakened by the interest in the man's words. You were, after all, supposed to somehow take care of all this, and what Michael had said complicated matters a lot. You didn't know how you could not only control the money, the power in the Family, the influence, the connections and the territories, but also keep it from the mentioned takeover. You were getting more and more confused.

“How would they do it..?” you asked hesitantly.

“By marriage, certainly. Nobody wants a war,” Michael replied. Almost choking, you held your breath, an unpleasant knot, burning with anxiety, was tied in your stomach. “But don't worry about it,” he added calmly. “I'll try to get some suitable offer.”

Nibbling nervously on your lower lip, you glanced at your mother. You wished you had been a little more selfish and a lot more cruel – maybe then you would have focused completely on yourself. “Make sure they'll be safe. Mom and Suzie.”

Michael nodded obediently and walked away, leaving you alone with the impression that he had already begun searching for a candidate. But before that feeling could poison your consciousness completely, your mind picked up someone's presence. So you looked in front of you and, still confused by the subject brought up by Michael, fixed your gaze on Bucky Barnes, as it turned out. You frowned slightly, not quite sure why he was standing before you. In addition, alone; his uncle was talking to your mother.

“I'm sorry about your father,” he spoke, and there was something in his eyes that made you believe his words.

“Thank you,” you replied quietly, but with proper politeness. For some unknown reason, you wanted to move. Perhaps you intended to shake Bucky's hand, or perhaps you just needed to change position. Whatever that was, you shifted, but one of your shoes refused to come off the ground. “Oh, this fucking mud…” you whimpered in helplessness rather than irritation.

Bucky immediately came to the rescue in this unusually absurd situation; he crouched down, and you felt the fingers of his warm hand wrap around your bare ankle. Aware that you wouldn't be able to free yourself from this ridiculous trap – at least not when your companion was throwing himself at your feet – you had to let Bucky handle it. Losing more control of your own legs, you leaned forward and involuntarily rested your hands on Bucky's shoulders. He didn't react; didn't frown, didn't give you an angry or confused look, didn't comment in any way. And you were really grateful to him for that, because you already had enough embarrassment. Though you couldn't complain about it at the moment – the unsolicited warmth spilling inside your stomach drowned out the rest of the emotions.

Bucky tightened his grip around your ankle even harder – although you couldn't call the sensation painful or at least uncomfortable – and pulled it upwards in a firm motion, freeing your heel from the muddy ground.

“You alright?” He asked, and you hurriedly nodded in response.

You were too busy setting your foot in some safer place to remember to move away from Bucky. So once he straightened up, your hands were still on his shoulders. But he didn't do anything about it this time either. In the most literal sense, Bucky Barnes let you find support in him. As soon as you realised this, you immediately took your hands away and nervously smoothed your dress, only to have them occupied by something other than Bucky's shoulders.

Bucky clasped his hands together in front of him, wrapping the fingers of one hand around the wrist of the other. You couldn't look him in the eyes any longer; especially as his stare was somehow overwhelming. He nodded as if he were someone at your service, and you – too embarrassed by the event from a moment ago, stunned by the sudden, unexpected contact with Bucky Barnes and simply dazed by the atmosphere of the funeral – timidly followed him with your gaze until he disappeared into the crowd.

Even though he vanished from your sight, you could still feel his burning touch around your ankle.

It was late. Far too late for any social gatherings, but Michael announced briefly that you were expecting guests. He seemed to be in such a hurry that you didn't want to waste time on getting ready either. You had only had time to comb your hair when a maid sent by Michael peeked into your bedroom. You didn't pay much attention to the fact that you were only wearing a short satin nightgown. All you could think about was Michael's nervousness; you wondered what it could have meant and how bad a situation you were possibly in.

As you left the bedroom, you wrapped yourself tightly in the robe that was part of the set - just as short and satiny as your pyjamas. Before you had completely made it downstairs, you noticed two men not far from the front door. The prevailing coldness indicated that they had only just entered. You hesitantly stepped down from the last stair and headed forward. Recognising Timothy and Bucky Barnes, you immediately stopped. In your first instinct of learned politeness, you tried to give proper attention to the older one, but you couldn't help the way that every molecule in your body, pushed by natural curiosity, was drawn to Timothy's nephew.

Unlike his uncle, Bucky was not wearing a long coat but a leather jacket. Exposed to the pouring rain outside, it glistened in places. You raised your gaze to look at his damp hair, but before you got there, you noticed that he was watching you too. At first he looked directly into your eyes, but soon his stare carefully slid lower. The muscles of his face highlighted as he clenched his jaw, something raw appeared in his eyes. You also glanced down at yourself and stumbled at how your body reacted to the cold and the undeniable electricity hanging in the air. It spread only between you and Bucky.

“Gentlemen,” Michael said. An obvious tension in his voice reminded you that something was wrong. “Please.” He leaned meaningfully towards the dining room. “Miss Y/N should be here in a moment.”

“She already is,” Timothy shared his observation, a sly smile stretching out his mouth. Michael only then noticed your presence.

A silver tray with a couple bottles of alcohol – the only acceptable treat at this hour and on this occasion - was placed on the long dining table, along with glasses.

You adjusted your robe precautiously and took a seat, facing your guests. Michael sat right next to you, completing the impression of the formation of two camps separated by a table.

“I'm beginning to hear rumors that Brock Rumlow has made you an offer,” Timothy spoke, the expression on his face indicated that he wasn't surprised in any way.

“An offer..?” You repeated, holding back the urge to give Michael a disapproving look. He should have told you.

“On your hand in marriage, of course.”

‘Marriage’ combined with ‘Brock Rumlow’ made a mixture so disturbing and explosive that you felt the blast in your gut. As if someone kicked you in the stomach. You should have guessed what the ‘offer’ meant, on the other hand you hoped Michael would mention it as soon as it came up. But you didn't expect Rumlow to make a move so quickly.

“This worry does not concern you, I am afraid,” Michael claimed.

Timothy leaned back in his chair and looked at the man with a slightly dismissive look. “We had a good relationship. Freddie and I. We advised each other on many occasions so that our decisions wouldn't endanger our Families,” he said. “So yes, this worry does concern us. And I'm curious to see what you decide.”

You glanced surreptitiously at Bucky, as if you needed reassurance that he was still sitting there, but you sensed he was around even without that. He held his eyes on you as you watched him with evident confusion, then reached for one of the bottles standing nearby. He took a quick look at the label, then poured some of the rusty-red liquid into a glass and slid it over to you. Did he think you needed alcohol to process what you were about to hear?

“Brock Rumlow isn’t the worst thing that can happen to her,” Michael said calmly. “You know how powerful the Rumlow Family is. And making peace with such a strong enemy would make our business, as well as yours, easier. I suppose I don't have to explain it to you.”

“Do you think this is what Freddie would want for his daughter?” Timothy asked.

“Freddie got himself killed,” Michael snapped, the atmosphere at the table became even thicker. “And as for his daughter, he didn't prepare her properly. He was a fool if he thought it would never happen.”

There was silence. You looked down at the glass wrapped tightly by your fingers, and finally decided to raise it to your lips. It wasn't the nasty, bitter taste of the drink that bothered you, but the thought of your future. You were pretty sure that your fate had already been decided.

“If you make an agreement with Rumlow, sooner or later he will violate, if not break, all its points,” Bucky spoke up, drawing everyone's attention. “He made the offer less than twenty-four hours after the funeral,” he pointed out. “Not to mention he only showed up to steer you towards positive consideration,” he said casually, and you thought that such diplomacy was clashing with his wet leather jacket and stubble.

“James…” Michael sighed.

It seemed, however, that Bucky was not going to let go. “You know what this deal is about,” he continued with a strange, surprising resolve, as if the matter affected him personally. “Do you honestly believe Brock Rumlow will hold up his part of the deal? Did you forget his relationship with women or are you just going to overlook it?” he sneered.

“You know surprisingly much about these agreements.” Michael no longer concealed his irritation.

“I can marry Brock,” you finally spoke up, and this time they all looked at you. Michael was relieved, Timothy concerned in some way, and Bucky appeared to be a little lost since you seemed to ignore everything he just said. “It’s not like I have to live with him. Right..?”

Bucky clenched his jaw and looked angrily at Michael. “You didn’t tell her.”

“I haven't had a chance. You admitted yourself that they were quick to make an offer,” Michael defended himself. Bending under the pressure Bucky was putting on him, Michael looked at you nervously. “Rumlow Senior has the right to claim an heir who will take over both of the Families in the future. In this case… it is possible that you will have to live with Brock after all.”

These words flooded your mind, almost making you dizzy. You grabbed your glass again and poured the rest of the alcohol down your throat to fight the nausea.

“Well…” Lips pursed, you took a deep breath through your nose. “This complicates things… a little.”

“I will arrange a meeting and everything will be clear,” Michael said after a moment of uncomfortable silence. “We are not sure what they think about all this. No matter what is said about Brock,” he glanced at Bucky not accidentally. “we should meet with him.”

“Great,” Bucky snorted. “I’ll be there.”

“Excuse me..?”

“Since our decisions affect our Families…” Bucky recalled his uncle's earlier words. “It’s obvious that Y/N doesn't know enough about arranged marriages, so I’ll be there. As an adviser.” He shrugged. “You are more than happy to team up with the Rumlows, and I will try to cool that enthusiasm.” He tilted his head, smiling insincerely.

“If that's how you see it, it's more a case for your uncle,” Michael protested.

They both looked at Timothy, and his lips stretched slowly in a mysterious grin.

“I believe Buck can handle it,” he said.

The meeting was over. You decided to accompany Michael to see the guests off.

Michael walked beside Timothy, who was walking to his car; they were discussing something that didn't exactly reach your ears, but you didn't feel the need to know. You weren't concerned that they were discussing your future - you doubted they felt like it after the conversation at the table.

“Bucky?” You started in a soft tone. Bucky, who had just left your house with the intention of joining Timothy, stopped and looked at you. You walked down a few steps and stood on the stone path, right in front of him.

He swept his gaze over you again, starting from your bare feet, through your exposed legs, to the delicate material of your nightgown. His stare didn't make you sick as the thought of Brock did.

Bucky took a step towards you, and the scent of fresh laundry, mint and wet forest hit you. You stepped back, so he did it again until you were standing under the canopy that protected you from the rain.

“Do you always have to get some poor girl out of trouble?” You squinted, but couldn't help an amused smile forming on your lips.

“No. Just you.” He shrugged, slipping his hands in the jacket pockets. “I don’t want you to get cold. That’s all.”

“You don’t want me to get cold.” You nodded. “Just like you didn’t want me to drown in the mud. And now you don’t want me to marry Brock,” you pointed out, raising your eyebrows. “Why? Because Michael is right; joining our Families together would be the best option. You don’t want that?”

“The best option?” he repeated. “For everyone except you?”

You smiled softly in response – you didn’t feel like thinking about that again. “So? What’s the reason?”

Bucky looked away for a second, took a deep breath and shook his head. “Maybe my heart is in the right place. Maybe I want to do some good.”

You watched him expectantly, finally raised your eyebrows in theatrical disbelief and both of you laughed briefly. No matter how curious you were about the real reason, you decided not to badger him.

“Hey, what’s the deal with Walker?” Bucky asked playfully, frowning.

“Walker? John Walker..?” You let out a nervous chuckle. “Why?”

“I saw the way he looked at you. You can be sure he’ll make an offer, too.”

You wanted to laugh at his words, but the truth was Bucky could be right. And the thought of that made you more exhausted than you already were. “What about you?” you asked casually. You didn't beg for anything, you didn't offer anything. You were just curious. “You're not part of this?”

For a split second you witnessed him tense up. He clenched his hands, only to relax them immediately afterwards – just like his jaw muscles. You didn't understand the source of this reaction, but you didn't even think about it; it was like a brief flash that you didn't have time to think about properly.

“I may have my heart in the right place, but I'm not a guy you marry,” he said. “Steve is. I can put in a good word for you if you want,” he added jokingly, making you smirk. “Get back inside, Y/N,” Bucky commanded softly as he began to leave, taking a couple steps backwards.

You rolled your eyes, and he turned his back to you, then got in the car, leaving you with that burning feeling again. This time it wasn't just limited to your ankle, but your whole body.

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gaysindistress · 5 months

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Связи (n.) connections - one

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pairings: mob!bucky x reader

Summary: “Did you think you could hide from us? That’s adorable, little one. There’s no where on this planet where you could hide from the Shostakov Bratva and even if you did manage to evade us, the Barnes Bratva would find you. Your связи, your connections, will always come back to haunt you, Y/N.”

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 2.5k

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Dreykov.

The only man who has ever gotten close to destroying my family.

Ironic considering that he was the Sovietnik to my father but that was before he took it upon himself to ensure that my sisters and I wouldn’t be able to secure a familial line for the Shostakov Bratva.

He believed that only blood could produce blood. In other words, since we were all adopted, we did not have true Shostakov blood and could not carry on the Shostakov bloodline. My father did away with that outdated rule the moment Natasha came into his life but Dreykov refused to let it go.

Frankly I don’t remember anything from that night aside from a needle stabbing me in the neck and waking up in a hospital room. My father held my mother as she sobbed over the three of us all laying perfectly still in our beds. From what Alexei told me, I’m grateful I don’t remember being given an involuntary hysterectomy. If he hadn't already, I would’ve hunted Dreykov down myself and killed him for what he did to us.

Shortly after the three of us were discharged, Alexei sent us along with our mother, Melina, to live in Russia. He claimed it was safer that way but I could see the doubt in his eyes as he lied through his teeth. I think we made it two months before there was an attack. A trio of masked men broke in at night and had grabbed Yelena and I before my father’s men got there. The one that grabbed me was shot as he carried me through the foyer but another quickly grabbed me and yet again I was drugged. I remember the muffled screams of Yelena as the third dragged her away from the banister but then nothing.

I woke up in a small cabin filled to the brim with jars and bottles of various things. Some looked like herbs while others looked like body parts. The woman who was puttering around in the kitchen turned at the sound of me moving and I swore under my breath. Before me was the woman who ran the orphanage I’d lived in for 7 years before my parents adopted me.

She explained that Natasha had arranged for me to live with her until I was of age. “For your own sake,” she’d said and I knew once again I was being lied to by the people I’d trusted the most.

After I turned 17, I found the first US embassy I could and demanded they give me refuge. I made up some story but they all knew I was lying. Even though Alexei may not have been my birth father, I was always told I was a spitting image of him. Whether or not it was the looks or the personality, I’ll never know but the embassy staff immediately jumped on the chance to bring back Oksana Alexeyevna Shostakova-Vostokova.

As I was loaded onto the plane, I asked that they call me Y/N instead. Oksana felt too close to home and I wanted…no needed a fresh start. Y/N had been a nickname Melina gave me and even though I might never see her again, I would always have her near with y/n.

I was all but dropped in NYC with some falsified documents and $5,000 in cash as well as a promise to assist the government in any way I could. The military reached out to me while the FBI pounded on my door. NYPD cops tailed me everywhere and after 3 months of a shit waitressing job, I took up their offer. Within a matter of a few months, I was working as a personal assistant to the police captain of the 99th precinct.

When I turned 21, I was sent to the academy and came back as a fully fledged police officer. Thanks to the falsified documents, everyone knows me as Y/N Polastri and I’ve been able to forget about my life as Oksana Shostakova-Vostokova. My captain, Tony Stark, is aware of my past but only because I had called him one night when I first started, scared shitless because I thought I was being followed. I ended up spilling everything to him and begged him to keep it a secret. He, of course, honored that and from there, we grew closer. His husband, Steve, jokes that I’m the daughter they couldn’t have and even had us take family pictures together. At first Tony said it was ridiculous but he can’t say no to his husband and now his office is covered in various family portraits of us.

Not a day goes by where I don’t think of my sisters or even my parents but I’ve tried looking for them. The only thing I’ve been able to find is an old Russian news article that claims several unnamed Shostakov Bratva members died in a house fire the night I was kidnapped. Aside from that, nothing.

My father, however, hasn’t shied from the limelight. His name is plastered on every police board imaginable as one of the most wanted men in America. Tony does what he can to limit it at our precinct but it would draw attention if he completely got rid of any trace of Alexei. It wasn’t until two FBI agents, SSA Wanda Maximoff and SA Carol Danvers requested our help that I realized how much trouble he’s gotten into.

SSA maximoff laid out her impressive file on him, spreading the papers across the entire conference table as she explained how he’s the largest arms dealer on the East Coast.

“We’ve been able to connect him to not only the Barnes Bratva but also to the Widows,” she’d said while still admiring her work.

I decided then to keep myself busy and do what I could to stay clear of the feds.

I’d failed my own mission miserably but how is a person expected to avoid two people that have made it their mission to find me? A part of me wondered if they knew who I was but it became clear that they didn’t when SA Danvers began flirting with me. It was subtle at first, small smiles and touches which led to brief conversations and daily compliments. She reminded me of Morgan from Criminals Minds with special attention she paid me. It took maybe three months for her to wear me down enough that I finally said yes when she asked me out.

Tony only ever asked once if I planned on telling Carol about my family and the answer was a resounding “no. They’re dead to me.”

My plan to move on and forget worked well for years. I was able to live the way I only thought possible in dreams.

That is until I see a red envelope sitting on my desk. Everything around me starts to move in slow motion as I stare at the offending object so casually sitting among my things. The usually loud precinct drowns out to nothingness and the officers mill around become blurred streaks of blue.

I approach my desk with caution and inspect the letter as much as I can without touching it. I already know who it’s from, I don’t need to look at the black wax seal or the symbol stamped into it. Taking a seat, I pick up the letter and hold it in my lap. The implications of it are swirling around my head.

He knows.

He knows who I’ve become, where I am, and I have no idea for how long.

The letter feels disgusting and heavy in my hands. I have no idea what the contents are and I’m half tempted to throw it away without a second thought but I can’t. Not when he knows my cover and I need to know why.

I peel it open and pull out the black invitation neatly tucked inside. It’s entirely in Russian and I struggle at first after choosing to never use my native tongue but one sentence is clear.

“The Shostakov family regretfully announces the death of their daughter, Natasha Shostakova-Vostokova.”

The death of their daughter, Natasha Shostakova-Vostokova.

Death.

Natasha.

Natasha is dead.

My sister is dead.

And this is how my piece of shit father decides to tell me?

A fucking letter on my work desk in the middle of a busy precinct after years of no contact?

I keep reading.

The next line is a date, time, and address. Her funeral is going to be held at the family’s estate three days from now on Friday.

I wrinkle my nose, hoping to push away the tears that burn my eyes.

She’s gone.

Nat is gone and the last thing I ever said to her was “fuck off”. Well it was the last thing I screamed at her the night Yelena and I were kidnapped. We’d gotten into a fight about stealing socks and being the rage filled kid I was, I screamed at her to leave me alone. When she didn’t, I screamed at her to “fuck off” and she did. I never raised my voice or cursed at her so I knew it would get her attention and it worked. I half expected her to knock on my door later to make up but there was only the sound of raining gunfire and Yelena’s screams.

A light knock on my desk jolts me back to reality and I frantically look around before seeing Tony peering down at me.

“You okay?” He murmurs, throwing a glance to the letter in my lap. I look between it and him before offering it up.

He makes quick work of reading it and sharply inhales as he hands it back.

“Go home,” he tells me, “pack a bag and go home to the cabin. I’ll have Steve meet you there, okay?”

I stare up at the man I’ve come to love as a father and consider his offer of safety.

“No.”

He furrows his brows at me, “no?”

“No,” I say again, “I can’t leave. If he was able to send this to me, he’ll know about the cabin and have men waiting there. Besides, it'll look suspicious.”

Tony crosses his arms, “to who?”

I throw a loom to the redhead fed who’s walking in, “use your brain, captain.”

“She doesn’t know.”

“Doesn’t mean she’s not smart enough to figure it out. News will spread fast and I don’t want to connect the dots for her.”

He rolls his eyes and lets out a loud sigh, “Jesus Christ, Y/N. You need to stop being so paranoid.”

Carol drops herself onto my desk and saves me from having to listen to any more of his lectures about my paranoia.

“Everything okay over here?” She asks as she takes a sip of her coffee and hands me one too.

“Just peachy,” Tony snarks and sends me a pointed look before walking away. He’s never really liked her but it’s gotten worse since we started dating. He claimed it was because he didn’t approve of office romances even though his own marriage had been the result of one.

“What’s his problem?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” I lie and shove the letter into my bag. She makes a move to grab the envelope but I’m faster.

She goes to ask another question, presumably about my jumpy attitude but I cut her off with a quick peck and tell her that I have a lot of work to do. She looks upset with me telling her to get lost although in a nicer way but leaves nonetheless. I want to feel bad, I do, I really do but I don’t. Nat is weighing too heavily on my mind to care if I’ve upset anyone, let alone Carol.

Nat consumes my every thought. She becomes all that I can think about as I mindlessly finish paperwork and reports.

All that occupies my mind is nat.

Nat.

I should’ve known better than to show up to a Shostakov event in black. My father’s signature color is red and my eyes are burning from the way the color drips from every inch of his house. The flowers, the banners, the signs, even the gravel are all the same shade of vibrant red. It reminds me of a crayon with how bright and primary it is.

The guests are all dressed in various styles of the same primary red but I’m the only one dressed in only black. I know I stick out for the moment but as soon as I step inside, I’ll blend into the surroundings. Even out of practice, I still remember how to merge into a crowd with ease.

As I walk up the polished steps of my father’s home, I search for any familiar faces amongst the crowd but I see no one. For a brief second, I think I spot Yelena’s blonde hair but it’s gone when I look again. A man dressed in a simple black suit with a rose pinned to his lapel appears at my side, asking to take my coat. I nearly jump from his unexpected closeness but smile and hand it to him. He’s wearing an uncanny smile and it sends a shiver down my spine as he clutches my coat to his chest. I make a mental note to “forget” it when I leave out of concern he might do something to it.

A loud call sounds before me and my eyes dart to the origins. The person who made the noise can’t be seen but I know who it is thanks to his booming voice.

“Welcome,” my father’s voice ricochets off the barren walls, “my wife and I want to thank all of you for coming to celebrate the life of our daughter Natasha. Her death is a great tragedy for our family but we are Shostakovs! We are strong and resilient! We will avenge her and make her proud as she watches over us!”

Men cheer while women wipe their eyes and nod in agreement around me. My eyes threaten to roll right out of their sockets at their performative sadness. Russians aren’t known for their sensitivity and Bratvas are even worse. When Dreykov was murdered, albeit by my father’s hand, no one mourned. His daughter was whisked away to live with her mother in England but other than that, the world continued as it had before.

My father has one thick arm wrapped around a dark haired woman and the other around a younger blonde. I squint to make out their families and I gasp when I recognize them as my mother and sister. Melina looks almost exactly as she had all those years ago and Yelena…. She looks like a completely different person. Granted it’s been almost a decade since I last saw her but there’s a fundamental change in her that I can’t describe.

Her sharp eyes seem to find mine and they narrow before moving to survey the rest of the crowd. A hand brushes against my back and I snap my head to the side, getting ready to curse at whoever touched me.

The hand shifts to my hip and pulls me subtly into their side but they don’t bother to look at me. Instead they lean down and a chilling air caresses me as I recognize their baritone voice.

“Welcome home, Oksana.”

So much for going unnoticed.

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w-a-n-d-a-n-a-t · 2 years

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Melina: You know, I raised three fully functional children.

Yelena, standing beside Natasha & Y/n: You got three other kids we don't know about?

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mr-m-murdock · 2 years

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Hey can you do a fic where stark!reader is married to natasha and meet nat family for the first time at the compound but tony, pepper and Morgan were visiting the reader so its just a big meeting of getting to know you new family in-law

out-laws

| natasha x reader |

summary: pleasant surprise for a friday afternoon, overwhelming stress. it's a wonder you haven't spontaneously combusted already.

warnings: mentions of sex : rating [G]

a/n: this was super fun thanks anon. i went for the black widow movie family cause I assumed you meant them

You look up from the soldering iron at ten minutes to four, and swear loudly. You’d told yourself you wouldn’t lose track of time today, that you’d be upstairs to eat in the middle of the day instead of caving to hunger halfway through dismantling an engine or a circuit board only to find that everyone else had already eaten.

You push back from the workbench, wipe your hands on a ragged oilcloth, and turn to glare at DUM-E.

“You were supposed to poke me!” you say, as accusing as you can. DUM-E reaches out and pinches your upper arm, leaving an angry mark amongst the smears of oil. “Ow!” You jerk back. “Asshole.” DUM-E’s claw lowers like a chastised child, and you shake your head. “You’re not getting guilt out of me.” With one last scowl, you grab your overshirt from the bench and make for the stairs, pulling it on as you go.

You hear voices as you leave the lab, and you pause at the bottom of the stairs, working your collar out from under your neck. Voices you don’t recognise. You cock your head and listen for a second.

They don’t come closer. They don’t grow distant. They needle at you: no one said they were having guests over except when Pepper texted you today to say she was dropping by at four. And that’s definitely not Pepper’s voice.

You flick the ringer switch on your watch and it changes with a click and scrape of metal. The glove grows over your hand and powers up with a whine. With the other hand, you pull your knife slowly from its sheath. You’ve learnt not to take chances, not even in your own home.

You creep up the stairs, practically flat against the wall. You’re halfway up when you realise you left your damn glasses downstairs. Too late now.

You can see shadows moving against the smooth floor when you reach the top. Gesticulating hands, crossed arms, straight backs. They’re speaking Russian and if you’d kept your headphones on, you’d fucking well know what they’re saying, but you didn’t. You feel bare and terrified, your neck and head and forearms too exposed without your suit. You paused at the corner and suck in a slow, slow breath.

You step out fast, raise the gauntlet, knife braced underneath, eyes narrowed and you yell “Freeze!” Click of weaponry rising and you see three pistol muzzles and a throwing knife make their way into the air: this was a bad idea, this was a very bad idea–

“Oh my God, put them down!” someone cries: Natasha. Your head flicks to her – she’s standing encased in the doorway, hands outstretched.

“Nat?” you say. The gauntlet is still powering up: you’ll either have to fire it or deactivate it now.

“Down!” she says, and the weapons are lowered. You grip your wrist with one hand and spin: the wide glass veranda doors are open. You fire the shot out, the force bucking up your arm and sending you stumbling two paces backwards. You roll your shoulders and watch the shot hit the treeline with a sat phut before you turn back around.

Two women, one man. He's heavyset and red-faced, a long grey beard and grey hair. One of the women is younger, blonde and sporting a coolly amused look on her face: the other is older, a thin face but muscled arms, dark hair scraped back into a tight braid crown. They all observe you, and their gazes seem almost familiar.

It strikes you: their eyes move the same way Natasha's did when she first met you. They don't keep eye contact, they study you top to bottom, gauntlet to oil smears to boots. Appraising and calculating. You feel like you're under a surgeon's scalpel, skin peeled back.

"Didn't know we had visitors," you say, pointedly.

"We really need to work on your 'shoot first, shake hands later' approach," Natasha replies. You allow her a thin smile. Your heart is still thundering. "This is my family," she adds.

You blink. You turn the sentence over in your mind.

"Oh," you say. "He-llo." You introduce yourself. The blonde woman gives no indication that she even hears you, eyes fixed securely on your face. "Nice to meet y'all." The blonde woman's face shifts ever so slightly - something like glee gleams behind her eyes.

"Melina," says the older woman. She holsters her pistol under her jacket and gives you a sharp little smile. "This is Alexei, and Yelena."

Alexei looks far more nervous than a man his stature has any right to be. He fixes his jacket collar. Natasha looks at you. You look back at her helplessly.

"Um, sorry about the wedding-" you start, to fill the silence.

"No, I wouldn't- mention the wedding," Natasha says quietly. She turns to her family and says something cutting in Russian: the blonde woman rolls her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me," Natasha adds in English. "Please be nice."

"Do you guys, like want something to eat?" you ask. They're unnerving you, their stillness and the way they hold themselves.

"That would be lovely," says Melina.

"Cool." You make an awkward thumbs up, your gauntlet sliding with the movement. You back away into the kitchen and Natasha follows you, kicking the door half-closed. "Nat!" you exclaim in a hushed voice.

"I'm sorry," she says, practically cringing, and she looks sorry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I told them to be normal-"

"Normal?" you ask, barely able to keep your voice in check. "I almost blasted them all into next week! You- you sprung them on me!"

"I did not spring them on you," Natasha says. "I told you they were coming. Two days ago." You frown. Tick through your memories.

"Didn't I-"

"Drink four cans of Red Bull for breakfast two days ago? Yes," Natasha replies. She looks decidedly unimpressed. "And you didn't eat today, did you?" You wave a hand vaguely over your shoulder. Not important.

Natasha fixes you with a stare and you cower a little.

"Sorry."

"Make something. Eat. I'm gonna go tell them off," she says, moving to the door. You grab her wrist before she can get too far and she jerks to a stop. Raises an eyebrow at you. God, the power that eyebrow has.

"You don't need to tell them off," you say. "I'll make them mac and cheese."

"You wanna make three Russians mac and cheese?" Natasha asks, slowly. "Did you clock Alexei? He regularly eats his own bodyweight." You snort. Natasha raises the other eyebrow, and your laugh fades.

"Oh. Well."

"You can make them food if you want," Natasha says. She scowls at the door. "I'm sure they'll be perfectly polite about it once I've given them a piece of my mind." You grin, and manage to wipe it off before she looks back around at you. She's endearing when she's cross.

"I'll make food," you say. What better way to get in with the in-laws than to cook for them?

• • • • • • • • •

You make eight pots of boxed macaroni cheese and Natasha's family eats it all.

It's quite impressive. Alexei talks while he eats as well: he might as well be inhaling it. How fast can a metabolism work? You're almost itching to ask him.

"Is Captain America here?" he asks at one point, his face conspiratorially lowered. He's addressing you. Yelena snorts around a mouthful of macaroni.

"Oh," you say. "Uh..." Natasha smacks Alexei on the shoulder before you can finish your sentence. He chuckles and pokes at her, and she grabs his finger with a murderous look on his face and bends it all the way back. Alexei howls and snatches his hand away, adopting an injured look.

Natasha returns to her food.

"What do you do for a living?" Melina asks. You tear your eyes away from Alexei shovelling forkfuls into his mouth at inhuman speed.

"I'm an engineer," you say. You shrug. "Engineer-designer. I work for the Avengers. What about- what about you?"

Melina's smile is cold, but not unkind. "I kill people for a living."

"Oh yeah," you say. "Well, potato, potato. I make weapons that kill people. Lot of press conferences. Not a lot of conscience."

"Oh my God," Natasha mutters into her plate.

"Uh, I'm joking," you say, in an attempt to salvage it. Melina just laughs, seeing right through you. God, you don't know how to talk to fucking in-laws!

"What weapons do you make?" Yelena asks. You turn to look at her: she's got a piece of macaroni speared on her fork and she's studying it against the ceiling lamps.

"Explosive ones," you say. "You can eat that, you know. I assumed you're all immune to cyanide." Her eyes slide to you. "Joking," you say again. Comes out as more of a squeak.

"Very funny." She puts the macaroni in her mouth and chews slowly. Natasha says something quietly in Russian, and Yelena glares at her, cheeks turning red.

"So..." you say. You take a sip of water. "You're all- appropriately terrifying. I see where Nat gets it from." Natasha grins at you.

"Aw, you're not scared of me, are you baby?" she asks. Yelena pretends to gag into her drink.

"Yelena," Melina reprimands sharply. Yelena gives you a look from the corner of her eye and smiles at you. Unsure, you smile back.

You hear your name. Distant. Evidently, the others hear it, too: Alexei cocks his head and Natasha looks up. Your name again, hollered from the hall. It's Tony. Horror crosses Natasha's face faster than a cloud on a windy day.

You stand, your chair scraping backwards across the floor with a horrible noise, and they all turn to look at you.

"Scuse me," you say. You throw your napkin down and escape through the kitchen door.

You half-run down the corridor, checking each room with your neck craned, your heart beating in your mouth until-

"Hey." You jump almost out of your skin, stumbling backwards. Tony, hanging his coat up on the back of a door, surveys you with concern. "Alright, kid?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you pant, perhaps a little too viciously. Tony frowns.

"Pep said she was dropping by. And you know she can't go anywhere without me. I'm like her second child."

"What? Where is she?" you ask, spinning around. Damn, damn, damn, you'd forgotten she'd said she was coming at four!

"Kitchen," Tony says casually. "You alright? You seem stressed."

"I do?" you exclaim. "Do I? Do I seem stressed, Tony?"

"Hey," he says. "Calm it, Junior."

"God," you say, half through your nose, and you spin and make off towards the kitchen. Tony follows at a quick pace.

"You know," he says, as the two of you approach the kitchen, "would it kill you to call me dad once in a while?"

"I think I prefer 'Asshole'," you retort.

"Uh, okay, you're grounded," he says.

"I'm 27," you reply. "Asshole." You throw the kitchen door open and freeze. Tony stumbles into your heels. Morgan is sitting on Alexei's lap, grinning from ear to ear. Pepper is seated in your place like the queen of England, one regal leg crossed over the other.

"Hi," Tony says, from over your shoulder. "Hey, Nat."

"Stark," Natasha says stiffly. She looks painfully awkward.

"Ah!" says Alexei, bounding up from his chair. He hands Morgan over to Melina like she weighs nothing more than a cardboard box. "So this is the famous Iron Man!" He strides forwards and you barely manage to stumble out of the way before Alexei is seizing Tony's hand and tugging it up and down roughly.

"Nice to meet you," Tony says. Alexei releases him and he fixes his cuffs.

"You know, we would have been dire enemies had you been born a little earlier," Alexei says joyfully. "I'm sure you would have put up a good fight." Tony reddens a little, and seems to swell in indignation.

"Yeah," you say. "Or maybe he would have been instantly flattened." Tony looks at you and you smile. "I see you've met Pepper, my..." you pause. "Yeah. Pepper." Pepper hides a laugh in her shoulder.

"Everyone needs a Pepper," Tony says. "So these are the in-laws, huh, kid?" He surveys them. You can practically see his brain working. "I'm Tony," he says. He claps you on the shoulder. "This idiot's dad." He points to Natasha. "That terrifying woman's father in law."

"We all hate it," Natasha says. Tony shakes his head.

"Don't know how you bagged her, kid, I really don't," he says, not nearly quietly enough.

"You're gonna get punched in a minute," you say.

"I could take all of 'em in a heartbeat," Tony replies cheerfully.

"By me," you say. He puts on his best offended look and you shrug. "I've got to defend my wife's honour," you say. You see Natasha smile stupidly at her plate. Wife. Never gets old, that.

• • • • • • • • •

They all get on surprisingly well. Pepper, ever the diplomat, manages to steer everyone and the conversation into the sitting room without incident, and you and Natasha stay behind to clear up.

You start the taps and lump the pans into the sink, the spray wetting your top. Natasha finishes loading the dishwasher and comes up behind you, reaches through your arms for a wet cloth. She kisses your neck as she pulls back and you grin stupidly over your shoulder at her.

"You like them?" she asks, as she starts to wipe the table. She's very carefully not looking at you.

"They're great," you say. "Terrifying, but funny."

"They're idiots," she says. She comes back to dump the detritus down the disposal and you steal a kiss from her. She laughs and returns it, quick little ones on your nose and your cheek.

"They're not idiots. Tony's an idiot."

"Tony is an idiot," Natasha agrees. She links her arms around your waist and rests her chin on your shoulder. You look down at her hands, where the wedding ring is glinting, and think about that day. You'd eloped, secretly, laughing guiltily about it in the back of a bus, and you'd spent your wedding night on a warm beach on the west coast drinking far too much champagne. You'd fucked on the sun-baked sand, drunk on the moon and the sound of the waves and the alcohol on each other's lips. Completely alone.

Natasha kisses your cheek.

"What you thinking about?" she asks, her voice low and soft right against your ear.

"Wedding night," you say. You feel her mouth move into a smile against your skin.

"Oh yeah?" She grabs your ass and you gasp and flick water at her. It splashes over her face and she draws back, nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Have some decorum!" you exclaim. She wipes the water from her face and mock-glares at you. "I'm sorry," you say, grinning widely.

"I'll make you sorry," Natasha growls, and she lunges for you, hands outstretched. You laugh and dash away, flinging droplets at her over your shoulder. She grabs you by the waist before you can reach the door and pulls you into her. Your ass presses flush against her hips. She dips her head and kisses your neck, open mouthed. Her hands splay over your stomach.

"Oh," you say, tipping your head back. "Mm, I'm not sorry at all."

"No?" Natasha asks, hands pulling your top up. Her fingers press into your skin and you wriggle in her grasp.

"Nat-"

"You said you weren't sorry," she says petulantly. "Apologise." She kisses your neck again and strokes your stomach and you press back into her.

"I'll never be sorry, so long as you keep that up." She laughs, and then her kisses slow down.

"I love you," she says, murmured against your pulse. Her breath is hot and her arms are strong around you.

"Still not sorry." She digs her fingers into your ribs and you twist, laughing.

"Say it back, jackass," she grumbles. You sigh.

"I love you, too."

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Melina Vostokoff x Reader "Is that my shirt"

This is probably going to be not that great being this is only my second story, and like my pervious story I wrote this within an hour and didn’t really go back and fully proofread any of it. So any mistakes are mine and I hope you enjoy!

Melina x Reader- “Is that my shirt”

Humming gently you walked out of the bathroom on your way to the kitchen to start breakfast. Melina already being up was unsurprising, what was surprising was her attempting to cook. It wasn’t that she was bad, it’s just that she doesn’t like to cook so seeing her with an apron on gracefully walking around the kitchen making pancakes was shocking.

Planning on surprising her you quietly walked up behind her ready to wrap your arms around her. But, before you could she turned around and grabbed you by the waist looking at you with an upturned eyebrow and a smirk.

“And what my love do you think you’re doing?” She asked sounding amused, her accent being heavier because of the early hour made you squirm. Looking you up and down she let out a soft, surprised huff.

“Well I was planning on walking up behind you to surprise you by wrapping my arms around you like this,” You say as you turn her around and wrap your arms around her. “And then I was going to go on my tippy toes and rest my head on your shoulder like so.” You do as you say and can feel the vibrations through her body from her quiet laughter. “And then you would pretend to be surprised and you would turn around and hold me and you would kiss me good morning” You finish cheekily.

Watching her turn around in your hold she looks you up and down one more time before leaning down just slightly to kiss you. As the kiss turns slightly more passionate you pull away to ask the question that’s been on your mind since you walked into the kitchen.

“Babe, why are you cooking breakfast?”

“I wanted to do something nice. Now I have a question for you, is that my shirt you happen to be wearing?”

“Yup!” You say popping the p and turning around to pour yourself a cup of coffee, “and nothing else.” You add as you pour some creamer into you coffee while looking over your shoulder at her with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

Turning your head back in front of you to finish your coffee and take a sip you anticipate a groan or some type of noise coming from the woman behind you. Yet no sound comes except the sound of her adding some pancake batter to the pan and waiting for it to be ready to flip. Looking behind you all you see is her side profile and her finishing up your guys’ breakfast. Realizing your plan of winding her up had failed you slowly walk over to her and lean gently against her side. Reaching up you tucked a strand of long ebony hair behind her ear, running your finger down from behind her ear down her jaw you couldn’t help but be in awestruck by her beauty in the morning light.

Walking over to the cabinet to grab some plates for breakfast you suddenly felt a warm body behind you.

“I was supposed to be the one sneaking up on you this morning, not the other way around.” You joke as you feel her arm wrap themselves around your middle and her resting her chin on your shoulder. “How did you even sneak up on me? You were literally right over there, yet when I try all the way from the other side of the kitchen you know I’m coming before I even move! So not fair” you mumble the last bit.

Feeling her chuckle she turns her head to kiss your cheek and whisper against your ear, ”I am a trained spy my love, what did you expect, plus I couldn’t just not feel my body up against yours when all you’re wearing is my shirt.” She finishes proudly.

“Mmh, you have a point,” you concede loving the feeling of her behind you, “Still wanna eat breakfast or…”

“I didn’t just make pancakes and turkey bacon for nothing,” she says quickly, “but, I do plan on helping you out of my shirt after we eat” she finishes lowly.

Gulping you nod your head making her laugh for the third time this morning, a sound you’ll never not love, and turn around in her embrace. Dear God she’s gonna kill me was the only thought floating around in your head when you look into her eyes.

#melina vostokoff #Melina x reader #melina vostokoff x reader #rachel weisz #melina vostokova #Apparently I might be spelling her last name wrong #so yeah sorry if I am

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sylvies-slut · 3 years

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Mommy Melina

A/N: Melina's a MILF i do not accept criticism

Warnings: 18+, Mommy kink obviously, dub-con, cheating, face riding, legal age gap (reader's in college and Melina's like late 40s)

You visit your best friends, Yelena and Nat, after being from college. Even though you ended things with Melina before you left, she doesn't see it that way.

NO BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS

"So Y/N how's the boyfriend?" Nat asks swimming over to me in the pool.

"What are you talking about?" I laugh.

"Don't play coy, I saw him text you."

"You looked at my texts?!" I shout splashing water at Yelena.

"Don't be so dramatic." She rolls her eyes.

You were trying to keep the news from Melina, an ex-fling, if you could even call it that. You just hooked up a few times the summer before college, you weren't sure how'd she react to the news of your boyfriend.

Speaking of the devil she opens the porch door, "Y/N, could you come inside for a moment."

"Uh yeah, I'll be right there." I excuse myself from Yelena and Nat and wrap my towel around myself. I step into the house.

"Mel...ina?" I add remembering 'Mel' was an old nickname before we 'broke up'.

"It's mommy to you." She comes around from the kitchen island in her lacy bra and panties with a flimsy white cover-up.

"Melina, I have a boyfriend, we can't do this."

"Don't you miss me?" She asks closing the distance between us, "Don't you miss my touch?" She asks stoking my jawline.

I avert my eyes, "Look at me."

She slips off one of the straps of my swimsuit, "Do you really want to do this here, with my daughters right out there?"

"Do what?" I ask trying to keep my voice steady.

"Do me." She grins, "You know where my room is, strip and wait for me." She turns me to the direction of her room and spanks my bottom, pushing me forward.

I walk up to her room and lay my swimsuit on her desk chair as I climb onto the bed. I lean back against the pillows and spread my legs in the position she likes. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment when she walks through the door.

"My little slut spread out so well for me."

"I'm not yours anymore." I say as one last act of defiance.

"This wet pussy says otherwise darling." She says before slapping my cunt causing my to yelp, "Shhhhhh, be quiet, my daughters could hear us." I close my legs a bit.

"No, no keep them open for mommy." She runs her hands up and down my thighs. She makes her way up to my breasts and suck on them a bit. Biting on the hard nipple. She sucks on my neck and collar bone, leaving several bruises.

She pulls on my calves to pull me closer as she climbs up on me, "Suck on my cunt little one, make mommy proud."

My nose rubs against her clit. I flick my tongue out and she groans from above me. I lick her clit up and down at a slow pace. She lowers her cunt closer to me and I pucker my lips bringing her clit into my mouth.

With I open my teeth just enough to dart my tongue out making her shiver above me. I suck on the little bundle of nerves as she rides my face chasing her orgasm. She pauses a split second before her orgasm to cum all over my face.

"You were suck a good slut for mommy. Look at you're face." She wipes off her cum.

"Now go back your 'boyfriend,' and show him who you really belong to."

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youreatotalposer · 2 years

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Y/N: Did you bring Natasha?

Alexei, gesturing to Melina: No, but I brought the next best thing

Y/N: Melina? The next best thing would have been Yelena

Melina: I would be offended, but Yelena is a trained Assassin and is incredibly strong.

Yelena: *Smirks* Damn right I am

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years

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Upcoming jobs

Friends, as you may have noticed, I've been taking longer than usual to post my ff, and some of the reasons are, that I have had to get up earlier, to do adult paperwork, in 2 days they will tell me if I enter the university, and i've been stressed, but, I already have a wide variety of ideas that are already on the way....

Eva Green x Fem!Reader

[My sweet little girl]

It's a small request I have...

Y/N goes to her first party surrounded by celebrities, amazed by her surroundings, but, with a naive soul, she is unaware that a big celebrity is trying to flirt with her.

When her girlfriend Eva finds her, I couldn't help but feel my blood boil.

Rita Farr x Fem!Reader

[I come to kill you]

series on the way

Y/N is a criminal and spy wanted in over 10 countries, in need of a safe haven… and her last hope is Niles Caulder and his freak house.

Despite Y/N trying to kill her, Rita can't help but be shocked by the beauty of the new guest.

Daisy Fuller x Fem!Reader

(The science behind love 2)

Daisy and Y/N get together to get Y/N started on her physics project, but Daisy's boyfriend ends up ruining the day for both of them.

Daisy, with no one else to turn to, tells Y/N about her problems.

REQUESTS:

Charlize Theron x Fem!Reader

Although, I don't have a concrete plot yet, I just want a home life for Reader and Charlize (with a bit of obscenity, on the part of the reader who asked for it)

Melina Vostokoff x Fem!Reader

Although, this request came after I had closed them, couldn't pass up a request to write about my beautiful Rachel Weisz.

Melina and Y/N have been friends for years, working together and living together every day. One day, while Melina and Y/N were dancing and singing their favorite song, Melina declares her feelings for Y/N, but Y/N doesn't know what her feelings are for that sweet, but ruthless, brunette.

Although I do not have exact dates, due to the events that are approaching, I hope not to arrive until October and not have published all these works.

Without further ado, have a nice week, love you, your friend P.

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natty-taffy · 2 years

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im actually a big Melina stan. i think she got a bad angle from the film. the very brief line of her being cycled so many times before Natasha was even born kinda let us in. I'd be interested in something where Melina is the one triggered & her girls have to calm her down & get to see that side of her

ugh i love writing melina, thank you so much for this lovely prompt, anon! (and i'm sorry for taking so long!)

Breakfast at dawn - [melina, yelena, natasha] fluff

Summary: Melina finds out what family is for

Words: 1.5k

TW: light swearing, mentions of kidnapping

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The day started wrong from the very first sunray; Melina didn’t hear the birds chirping, the same old patterns of song were collectively missing from the morning ruckus- that, in fact, was unexistent as well.

Immediately on high alert, she sharpens her hearing to find any trace of homey-like sounds, only to realize, with a rising heart-beat and the first spark of panic, that there is none.

She isn’t home.

Reasoning with herself and going against her instincts, Melina doesn’t dare to open her eyes or make any sudden movement- knowing very well that they would know exactly if she has woken up, if they already haven’t.

She starts to wonder, with somber on her heart, how did the Red Room survive once more after desctructed to the ashes, but knows well enough to never underestimate their power, she never has.

That’s why, when the heavy footsteps outside of the room appear, her first instinct is to coil herself in panic into her own body, praying for whoever wanted to listen, that they wouldn’t punish her again- punish for what, she has no idea, but Dreykov certainly has his motives.

He always, always, does.

But when the doorknob twists, her fly-or-fight instinct kicks in full speed- she will not allow this to happen one more time, not when she has just discovered the worth of living in peace, not when she finally fell in love with being alive.

Before the door could be completely open, Melina is already halfway through the dark room, easily tackling one of the guards to the ground.

“What the hell?” A feminine voice shouts.

Fuck, he sent the widows- there’s no way she will make it out.

But this- she can’t do this, him, again.

Backing up until she harshly hits a wall, Melina slides to her knees, using her shaky hands to protect her head- she can’t hide her panicked sobs anymore, terrified of dying by their hands, and even more at having to face Dreykov and return to the Red Room.

When a few, maybe two, widows approach her slowly, Melina whimpers in foreshadowing of the hit she’s going to receive, pushing herself impossibly closer to the wall. She holds her breath, stilling her body, waiting for the inicial blow.

They must think she looks pathetic.

So, she waits.

And waits.

But what comes, instead, is completely out of what she was expecting and, somehow, even worse.

“Mama?”

Melina immediately sees red- Natasha and Yelena.

“Where are they?” she asks in a dreadful voice, uncovering her head, daring to look up to see nothing but the darkness of the room.

“Who?” The voice asks and it sounds so much like Natasha that makes her want to throw up.

They’ve got her babies.

“Don’t play stupid with me” She gets up, half supporting her weight on the cold wall, clenching her fists more in self defense than in attack “Where are my girls?”

Apart from the sounds of movement around the room, it gets dead silent- but, by knowing how they opperate, Melina knows something is about to happen- and all she can do is stay on guard, energies immediately renewed at the mere thought of their daughters being in danger.

Then the lights are turned on.

And Melina is frozen in place as she faces not only Natasha and Yelena, but her entire room, intacts.

No widows, no guns, no torture equipments.

She frowns, looking down at herself, trying to find any evidences of being handled by someone else- a needle mark, a cut, a band-aid- but all she finds is her ordinary plaid nightgown, untouched by anything but her own body.

“What-” The woman starts a question she doesn’t ask.

“We decided to step by” Yelena is the one to answer her, always the most forward of the two, in a quiet voice.

It’s only then that she looks at the girls in front of her again, really looking at them.

They wear worry on their eyes and stare at her carefully, as if making the wrong move would have her at their throats-

Oh.

With a heavy heart, Melina sighs at the realization that her mind is making things up, once more- that there was no threat, but her own self.

She casts her eyes down to ground in burning shame- for both of her daughters having to see her in such state and for herself, for keep allowing her mind to be só weak.

“I’m so sorry, girls” An oddly desperate voice comes out of her throat, itching to apologize for her behavior “I thought-”

“We know, mama” Natasha’s soft voice is the one to cut her midspeech “Come over here”

To much of Melina and Yelena’s surprise, she opens her arms, offering a hug.

Melina doesn’t know why her tears are being formed for, if it’s for Natasha, the most closed-of of the family, finally offering her a hug that she promptly steps into, if it’s for her shame or simply for a tiredness that she can’t help but voice.

“I wish I wasn’t still so vulnerable to him”

Her daughter’s arms tighten softly against her, showing her support in the way she can, letting her know that she is safe.

“There’s no him anymore” Natasha reminds her, whispering as the tip of her fingers trace light patters on her skin “There’s only the three of us”

“And Alexei” Yelena chimes in, with that bright, bright, smile of hers.

“Yeah... and Alexei” Her oldest is less than thrilled, but makes sure that the addition doesn’t go unnoticed.

The four of them coming together after all these years- Melina still can’t believe how lucky she actually have gotten to be.

“It’s okay to still fear him, you know?” Natasha asks her in a tone that almost spells that she does it too.

And, God, she feels like a horrible mother for allowing them to go back to him, to that place and that terrible men.

And it only gets worse when Yelena joins their half-hug half-tangle, resting her blonde head on Melina’s lap, much as she did as a toddler “You’re a human being, mama, you can act like one”

She doesn’t even realize her own crying until she can hear the sobs echoing through the walls- what kind of mother is she? What kind of person is she?

Why are they, after everything she has done, even trying to help her?

“We love you, mama” Natasha whispers at sensing her inner turmoil, never stopping her feather-like touch, keeping her grounded on the present, not on her thoughts.

Melina is, not for the first or second time, so relieved that her heart of gold has prevailed through it all.

“We do” Yelena speaks again, using the same heartfelt voice tone that Natasha did “Even after you smashed me on the ground”

And is immediately chastised by her sister “Yelena”

With a gasp, Melina turns her head down at her youngest in worry “That was you? Oh, my baby, I am so sorry-”

“Nah, it’s fine” She shrugs with a smile and mischiveous eyes “Just lightening the mood”

Natasha is ready to give her a mouthful of why there are certain moments to say this kind of things, when Melina snorts at her antics- dear Lord, how she has missed her daughters.

“You sure did, darling” She catches both of them by surprise with a light smile on her face “Why don’t we get started on the breakfast?”

The sisters frown at each other slightly, but not being two to deny food, end up accepting anyways.

“Breakfast at dawn- is this what adults do now?” Yelena chuckles as she starts to get up from her mother’s lap, offering a helping hand to her.

Dawn?

As Natasha detangles from her as well, Melina risks a look at the closed window, gasping softly when, by the small cracks, the velvety darkness of the night is to be seen.

That is why there were no birds when she woke up, why there was no morning ruckus, the sounds of her pigs eating nor the bees flying near her.

With a sigh of the most plain relief any one has ever felt, she decides to tune back into the conversation- to which she is met with, unsurprisingly, bickering.

Yelena is in the middle of a scoff “No offense, Natalia, but I would rather live”

The redhead, then, answers with a annoyed groan “I- this is so unfair, it only happened twice”

Deciding to disrupt Yelena's teasing, Melina stands up, accepting the hand offered at her and guides them out of the room to the kitchen- because she knows very well how this is prone to end.

“This is two times more than anyone should ever set a kitchen on fire, Natasha”

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ramen-flavored · 3 years

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i still can’t get over the fact that someone’s review for Black Widow ended with “it’s a female led movie, sadly.” the damn audacity.

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Not sure if you write for Melina from Black Widow but if you do could you please write a Melina x Reader where they are both locked in the cells in the red room and confess to each other and kiss

Destined to Lose | m.v fic

Summary: Melina recalls the love that she once shared with a Red Room agent years ago.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! Also, as the Red Room focuses on girls, the reader will be female.

Warning: Implications of some malnourishment.

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Ever since the Red Room had been stopped once and for all, there seemed to be the fragrance of calm in the air, washing over Mother Russia . . . or maybe it had just washed over Melina, Alexei, and Yelena, as everything had been shifted now. They were all free and had the opportunity to work on their shattered relationships - and to work on their shattered selves. Each one had coped in their own way, discovering and rediscovering their interests and who they were outside the Red Room, outside KGB.

One of the ways that Melina chose to heal was to take time for herself, and that included reading. More often than not, she’d be curled up in an armchair in the living room, entranced as her eyes swept over the ink printed on every page. The stories, whether they be fiction or non, always captivated her, and she soaked in every word.

That is the precise reason that despite being a highly trained and experienced spy, she didn’t notice that her youngest daughter was in the room until she piped up and spoke.

“Melina?”

Instantly the brunette was tugged from the faraway world she was in and her head snapped up, eyes holding a gaze of alarm for just a moment before they stilled. Melina took in Yelena’s state. The younger woman was standing confidently but her face told a different story. She was concentrating on something, Melina could tell from the way that her muscles were pulled, and there was an inner dialogue going on, troubling her.

“Yes, dear?” Melina said, carefully turning over the corner of the page and closing the book on her lap, as she could tell that this conversation wouldn’t be over in a minute.

“I had a question,” Yelena began, pausing for a moment and then sitting in the armchair across from her mother. She continued when she was comfortable. “-which you don’t have to answer.” She reeled in her worried gaze and made it more neutral.

Melina allowed her shoulders to slump into a relaxed posture and drew her bushy eyebrows together, her chin jutting down ever so slightly. “What is it?” She asked, the curiosity gnawing at her, since this wasn’t Yelena’s typical behavior.

Yelena seemed to be collecting her thoughts and, when she was finished, spoke in a delicate manner. “When I was looking at the Red Room’s files that Natasha got, I . . . I came across yours. It had said that you had been through the Red Room five times and . . . It mentioned someone named Y/N Y/L/N? I was wondering-” she cut herself off abruptly when she saw the solemn and serious look on her mother’s face.

The moment she heard that name, it struck something inside Melina. The memory, the feelings, it all came hurtling back with a force that had been absent for years. Y/N.

Y/N was the name that caused her stomach to twist and turn as the wound was ripped open. Y/N was the name that put a smile on her lips through the tears and reminded her how far she came when she was sad. Y/N was the name she thought of as a battle cry when she jumped into a fight against those Red Room agents. Y/N was the name she focussed on, like one would stare at a point on the wall to keep focus, as she got through the hardest times in her life, motivated her to push through with all her might.

With all those thoughts running through Melina’s head, she finally looked up, met Yelena’s gaze with her own, and parted her lips to tell her a story.

Melina had long since given up keeping track of the days at this point. There was no use, for by this time the days had all blurred into one. She could only differentiate the day and the night because every night is when someone with a deep frown on their face would walk in and give her a tray of food, and every morning was when someone else would arrive and take said tray away. She had barely moved from the position she sat in: back against the chain wall that seperated her cell and the one right next to hers and her knees drawn to her chest. She’d tune in to any sound she could hear and fixate.

She had been thrown into this cell because of her attempt to escape the Red Room. It wouldn’t be the first time she tried to escape, nor would it be the first time she sat in this cell, but it was the first time that she had gotten as far as she did, since she had help.

Melina could only wonder why she was here and Y/N wasn’t, and those wonderings always ended up with her conjuring thoughts and ideas that frightened her.

She ended up having the endless questions crawling at the back of her mind come to a halt when she heard pounding footsteps one day. Despite being in a tired haze, Melina snapped right out of it and became alert, watching and waiting with anticipation as their footsteps got closer, and closer, and closer.

The person - or people - belonging to those footsteps came into sight and Melina couldn’t stop the gasp before it escaped her lips when she saw what was happening.

A man, a Red Room agent, was practically dragging Y/N who was thrashing about, doing her best to put up a fight, but ultimately losing it when he carelessly tossed her into the cell next to Melina’s, locked the door, and walked away.

Only after his receding footsteps could be heard no more did Y/N look up from her tears, only for her eyes to widen and for her to lurch towards the chain wall, fingers grasping around it, when she laid eyes on Melina. Melina did the same and, after a little struggle, they managed to hold hands in a steel grip through the chain.

“Mel,” Y/N breathed, but her hoarse voice caused her to cough.

“Y/N,” Melina whispered, tightening her grip and scooting as close to the chain wall - as close to Y/N - as she could. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

Y/N let out a shaky sigh, alarming Melina, and rested her forehead against the chain. “I wasn’t thrown into the cell immediately because you’ve been through the Red Room five times now, but I haven’t. They wanted to train me more and they did their best, but when I kept on fighting them they decided to put me in here.” she answered tiredly.

Melina thought this over and let out a sigh of her own, but this was a sigh of relief. She was glad that she no longer had to worry about Y/N and thankful that Y/N was with her so she could make sure that nothing bad would happen to her.

After a couple moments of the silence beginning to creep in again, Melina decided that she needed to tell Y/N something. “I have to tell you something, love.”

Y/N looked up, a beautiful glint in her eyes telling that she was intrigued. God, Melina had missed seeing that look on her face.

“Don’t feel pressured to respond, just, after I’ve been away from you, I really, really have to say this: I . . . I love you,” Melina confessed, bravely meeting Y/N’s gaze.

Y/N blinked, but that glint did not go away. In fact, it seemed to get bigger, making the smile on her lips reach her eyes, and she squeezed Melina’s hands as best she could.

“I love you, too.”

Those four words were probably the softest words she had ever spoken, but they were beyond true.

Melina leaned forward and Y/N after a moment did too. They did their best and managed to meet each other with a kiss. The two cherished it - the kiss was sweet and simple and not over-the-top. Perfect. They each leaned back.

Then, the silence came again, but this time, to Melina, it was more comfortable.

“I have something to tell you, also”

Melina looked up, expecting the smile to still be on Y/N’s face, but it was faltering. She tilted her head to the side.

“I insisted to them that you not be put through the Red Room a sixth time. I’m not sure if they’re going to do anything, but I wanted to stop what they were doing to you and-”

“That you did. They’ve listened.”

Both looked up to see a Red Room agent standing outside Melina’s cell. He unlocked it and she instantly scurried back, but couldn’t do anything to prevent him from grabbing her and yanking her up. “Y/N!” She yelled as she was half-dragged, half-carried away.

Y/N sat up, banging on the chain. Tears started streaming down her face. It was happening far too fast. “MELINA!” She yelled. “I’M SORRY!”

There was fear in her voice. Oh, god, what had she done?

Melina paused for a moment, eyes focussed on Y/N as they went down the hall. She then said calmly, but with a firmness, “Don’t be!”

“And that was the last time I saw her,” Melina concluded her story, not meeting Yelena’s eyes, but with tears threatening to spill.

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Chemtrails (Yelena Belova x reader)

Summary: You and Yelena are finally free from the mind control of being a black widow. How does everything fare out as you both return to Ohio to start a new life?

Pairings: Yelena Belova x reader, Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers (Kinda platonic, kinda not), Alexei Shoskatoff x Melina Vostokova

Word Count: 1,862

Translations: Malishka (Baby), Krasotka (Beautiful), Liybimaya (My Love)

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There were some people who had the idea that being on the run meant being scared, lonely, always on edge. Perhaps that is how it should have felt. You just felt like you were free. Free from being used in any way. They treated you as if you were just another pawn on the chessboard as if you were just another number to them. It is a piece that no one will remember.

Yelena too. The two of you had freed yourselves and the others from the harsh crutches of being a black widow. A killer and a trained spy in all the fields that a spy could be. Sly, sneaky, conniving, and murderous. There had never been a time when you had any control over your actions. Never being able to be yourself. Living life on the edge, skirting all over the world in a number of days. Killing people without a second thought, because you weren't able to control your mind. You weren't in control.

Until Yelena came along. Till she abolished the control over your mind and cut the tracker from your leg. Till she held you while your body wracked with sobs of finally being free.

She stayed with you, helped you recover physically and mentally. Patching up wounds with medical bits she found in gas stations. Driving stolen cars and motorbikes through the darkness of the night. A new city each day, hiding in rundown motels on the side of highways. Each one of them smelling worse than the previous one.

In the aftermath of Dreykov's death, you would keep your eyes on the news to make sure the black widows left over weren't doing any harm. Once you both reached Ohio, where she planned to meet up with her family and establish a base to free the black widows, you both could be free. Over the long nights of traveling and the days of laying low, you went from strangers to lovers very quickly.

You weren't sure when it happened, but she fell first. A glance at you that was once cold has become a loving gaze. As she learned what food you liked, she would be sure to bring it back from her grocery store runs. It was something you didn't notice at first. She changed her attitude towards you suddenly and when her touches on your wounds became lighter and she began to tell you more about her life, you too began to fall. You discovered why she was aiming for Ohio in the first place. In other words, she did not want to be what she was made to be. Both of your skills would only earn you dirty money, and she desperately just wanted to settle down. You did not talk about children between the two of you, but you frequently talked about a dog shelter.

As soon as you reached a small suburban home on the outskirts of Ohio, you and your partner quickly went into undercover mode. Posing as a newlywed couple, with her sister who is a part-time science teacher and her parents who are coming to welcome the new family. In the morning it appeared like bliss to the neighbors, but really it was at night when the family seemed to sit around and play Monopoly that they planned their roles for recovering the last of the black widows. The rest of the widows who had been freed would come over under the guise of being friends, but Yelena and you would give them money and new identification provided by Mason, so they could start their new lives. The widows wanted their chance to live a normal life, just as you and Yelena did. Many of those who rely on doing what they know only too well, choose to work with Melina in St Petersburg.

In less than a year, everyone was free. With the last of the widows freed, Dreykov's remnants were abolished. You and Yelena were finally free. As soon as the word was given you and Yelena marched straight down to the shelter where she picked a gorgeous American akita and Yelena straight away called her Fanny. When Natasha heard the name, she rolled her eyes and asked, "Really Yelena? I hate that name. You know how much I hate it. In response, Yelena hit back with an infamous "HA!"" and Fanny had now become a part of your dysfunctional family. Alexei and Melina flew in and out every few months, checking up on both of you or on some wild mission to find Captain America. It was much to Alexei’s surprise the day Natasha brought Steve Rogers home, posing as her husband.

“Papa, you remember Steve. My adoring husband" Each word spit back as fast as possible while making sure Alexei didn't start a mini war among them right under their noses. Natasha was extremely coy at first and you didn't know whether there was anything more than just friendship between them.

During their time at the Ohio house, Yelena and Natasha would relax in the small pool that is located out the back. Their tanned skin became more obvious as they raced in laps of the pool against one another under the scorching summer sun. The whole family had a good laugh when Steve wore swim trunks with the American flag on them and then had another fit when Alexei wore ones with the Russian flag on them. “I feel like all my dreams have come true” Yelena said hazily as she kissed your hand on the lawn chairs.

“What dream is that Krasotka?” you asked, smiling as you didn’t fully take in her deep words. “I have my family back” you felt the strings of your heart being pulled at the softness of the girl's words.

She pulled on your hand and led you to join her on the lawn chair, sitting in her lap. As she wrapped her arms around your waist, you looked up into the clear blue sky to see a distant plane leave a long white trail in the clear blue sky. “What are the white lines made of?" It was a question you asked aloud. "Maybe the government is slowly poisoning us with Dreykov's toxic chemicals," she said in a funny way, but you knew it was on everyone's mind. What if he wasn't really dead after all. What if the dream turned into a nightmare and you were no longer yourself. Your panic caused your breath to quicken its pace, and you touched the beautiful gemstones you wore around your neck. Some eastern culture your therapist had thrust onto you, rubbing some amethyst and turquoise would help ease the pain of the memories. In a manner of speaking, it did work, as it eased the nightmares little by little. There were times when holding those tiny stones felt like clutching a lifeline. You desperately try to hold onto this reality with Yelena as long as possible. The blissfulness of it all. Yelena became restless after losing the constant sense of action that had been part of her life. The excitement of going to the farmers market only lasted for a limited amount of time. It was one of those days when the rumble of an engine and the smell of gas broke your concentration from doing laundry, and you were met by a gorgeous vintage red Chevy pulling into the driveway. The look on Yelena's face was incomprehensible, which made you hard to believe that she had just went out and bought such an immaculate, expensive-looking vehicle. The car was a convertible and fanny sat in the back, her tongue hanging out, panting in the golden sun, as she sat there. "We are supposed to keep things on the low down" you whispered to your 'fake' wife, scolding her.

It's time to enjoy yourself, Malishka!"

You knew it was worth it when the rouge on her lips matched the color of the cherry red car. When she opened the passenger side door, she motioned for you to get into the car.

"No no, I think it's time for me to take this baby for a spin". You pushed her across the white leather as you got into the driver's seat and sat in it. There was a soft white leather under your grip on the wheel. "Don't you like it, sweetheart?" Yelena smirked at you as you adjusted the mirror while Yelena was chatting. Upon turning the key, the engine roared to life. "Shhh sweetheart, you'll pay for this later" and you took off racing down the avenues of white picket fences, passing children playing in the front gardens.

Families who seemed perfect on the outside but you knew that each one had their problems. As you reached well over the speed limit, with your hair blowing wildly behind you, you felt as if you were at liberty. It was impossible for those families to stop you from doing what you did. You could not be stopped by Dreykov. At that moment, all you wanted was to keep speeding along the winding roads while Yelena put her hands up, grasping at the invisible air. She was your sweet love. Your happiness. She made the freedom worth it. The winding roads soon gave way to a small clearing where you were able to park your car on the side of the road. The engine died slowly, and her smile was beaming back at you, pure happiness oozing from both of you. Fanny jumped out of the car, her paw pads crushing the gravel under her feet as she jumped. She trotted around sniffing at the new surroundings. In the company of Yelena, you made your way to a small bench that overlooked a valley. The sun was looking low and heavy as it was making its way towards the horizon for yet another day. The silence was relaxing, settling over you as you stared out at the sky. Yelena spoke openly from the heart or perhaps her soul when she said, "I am not religious, but if there is a god out there somewhere, I hope he lets it stay like this forever.". The truth is, she was never one to think of such things in this way, especially in regards to god, religion or even something as grave as losing what you had. "It's not going to happen. We have made it. Nothing could break us apart, Liybimaya”

I know, I know, I feel silly thinking about it when this perfect paradise is all around us; but I cannot help it.

"There is nothing wrong with contemplating God…. or our paradise…. If you have second thoughts-”

“No. God no.” She took a deep breath and replied, “That's not what I'm saying. I am terrified that I will wake up back in the red room. That all of this was just a dream"

You scooted over to her side of the bench and cradled her against you and said, "I'm real, baby.". The sun set, leaving you and your partner in the darkness, the streetlight flickering behind you. It is time for us to go home"

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I am better than him

Warnings: Domestic Violence and therefore 18+ only, alternate universe - pre-canon, homophobia, protector Melina, jealousy, fluff

Word count: 1.1 K

Pairing: Melina Vostokoff x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Y/N's boyfriend hates the fact that she might leave him for another woman, so in his twisted head, he thought of the perfect solution, the blows may eliminate your homosexuality. Melina, who was always in love with Y/N, almost freaks out when she sees a bruise on Y/N's stomach

Requests: OPEN

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"What the hell is that?"

Melina lifted my shirt, exposing my belly, where a large black and violet stain was. With a quick movement on my part, I tried to remove the fabric from her hand, but, it was too late, Melina had already seen the stain.

"Nothing, just, you know, things got a little out of hand last night, Fred was a little pushy…"

"That's bullshit, that hit wasn't an accident" her eyes, hazelnuts began to turn a darker brown, as her brow furrows, causing a small crease to form between his eyebrows "does he hit you?"

"What?! Of course not"

"DON'T LIE TO ME, Y/N!" Melina, already pissed, jumped up, and furiously raised her index finger, pointing at me "Do you really think I never realized how you changed? Literally, it was just a matter of for you to start going out with Fred, for you to stop visiting me and the girls, for you to stop going out with your other friends. Y/N it was just a matter of you starting your relationship with Fred, for your mother to call me, worried, because she hasn't heard from you for days” at this point, Melina's voice was broken, tears accumulated in her eyes, and even , some had spilled onto her cheeks, her eyes full of anger and impotence "so, now, have the courage to look me straight in the eye, and answer me, that man, does he mistreat you? Has he hit you?"

I felt my own eyes start to fill with tears, and along with my memories, they made a lump form in my throat, so, I just put my head down, my arms around my own waist, and gave a little nod

I couldn't see what Melina was doing, or if she had moved, but, all I could hear was a loud growl from Melina, along with the crash of something against the wall, making my poor body jump in surprise.

"этот чертов сукин сын" Melina spoke, walking in circles, like a caged lioness "клянусь, я убью его" the brunette clenched her fists tightly, trying to avoid breaking something else "Как ты посмел прикоснуться к моему цветочку?"

"Melina, please calm down" despite not understanding her Russian, I knew the woman was having a fit of rage, so I tried to talk some sense into her.

"Он сукин сын, он никогда не узнает, как обращаться с моей принцессой так, как я" Melina looked directly at me, her eyes bloodshot.

With one movement, Melina grabbed a sweatshirt, her car keys, and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked her before she left

"I'll be back soon"

And without further ado, I start, leaving me with concern in my mouth.

It wasn't long before I could hear two small pairs of footsteps coming my way.

"Y/N!" Greeting little Natasha, while hugging my waist

"Hello, my girls" I stroked both their heads, trying to reassure them and me along with them

"Where did mom go?" asked little Yelena

"She said she had some errands to run, so... today I'll be her babysitter."

The smaller blonde gave a small celebration, causing her older sister to roll her eyes, but still with a smile plastered on her face.

"Can we watch a movie?"

"Sure" both girls ran to the room, without giving me time to finish "we'll see anything but 'The Little Mermaid'"

"But, Y/N, it's my favorite..."

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It had already been 4 hours since Melina had left, even the two girls were already asleep in their rooms, but I kept walking around the room, worried about not having news from Melina; until heavy footsteps along with the sound of keys came from the front door, so I hurried to open the door, meeting a brunette, with disheveled hair, red and bloody knuckles, a small cut on her lip and small stains blood splattered across her cheekbones

"What the hell happened to you, Melina? Where were you?" With a quick movement, I took her arm and forced her to sit on the sofa, while I knelt between her legs, so I could see her face.

“I just went to teach Fred a lesson”

"YOU ARE CRAZY?!" of the impression, almost and I give her a slap to her cheek "Mel, how can you hit a man who doubles your weight and height? He could have killed you"

"And what did you want me to do?" Melina, already angry, looked me in the eyes, trying to convey her emotions to me "did you want me to sit with my arms crossed, while I watched how an idiot hit my little flower?" her frown softened, while her right hand lightly caressed my chin "I couldn't live knowing that that asshole could take everything from you, including your life" her eyes began to water "I can't even, with the simple fact that , a person who supposedly claimed to love you, dared to lay a hand on you, my life, I would never have touched a single hair, I do love you. Because, princess, I'm better than him, I could be your prince charming” with her thumbs, I try to wipe my tears, which I had barely realized, had fallen “tell me, why did he dare to do such an act?”

"I do not want to talk about that"

Melina seemed to understand my position, so she just kept quiet, while, with her strength, she made me sit on her lap, hugging me tightly

Almost like an impulse, I started to trace a path of kisses, from her pulse, to her lips, but just as I was going to give her another kiss, she separated me, running her thumb over my lips.

"Honey, you don't have to pay me with kisses, I would do anything for you, even if you don't reciprocate"

"Mel, that's the problem, I didn't know what love was, until I fell in love with you, so deeply, that it was impossible to hide it from Fred's eyes" the simple fact of naming the man made Melina tense her hands , causing her soft grip to become a slight strangling attempt. I started to kiss her thumb, causing her to relax her grip "but let's not talk about him, better, let's clean my heroine's hands, before the girls realize it"

I tried to get up from her lap, but she had such a good grip on me, she made me sit back down.

“My princess, I swear, I will be better than him”

“Mel, honey, I know you will be my only 'better'”

Translation:

этот чертов сукин сын - that fucking son of a bitch

клянусь, я убью его - I swear I'm going to kill him

Как ты посмел прикоснуться к моему цветочку? - How dare you lay a hand on my little flower?

Он сукин сын, он никогда не узнает, как обращаться с моей принцессой так, как я - He is a son of a bitch, he will never know how to treat my princess like I do

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