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call-me-little-sunshine84 · 1 year

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Seeing Red (Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian x f!reader)

Characters: Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI

Words: 1.5k, also posted on AO3

Summary: A late night visit from Alexei makes your emotions (and hormones) run wild

Warnings: SMUT (and some fluff), unprotected sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), somewhat established relationship

A/N: I had some wild thoughts after watching Black Widow and wanted to write this. I couldn't find a lot of Alexei smut, hopefully I did his character justice.

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You had just gotten home from a long, terrible day at work. You were getting ready to take a shower and relax when you heard a knock at the front door. Who in the world would be here this late you thought to yourself as you made your way to look out the peephole. When you saw the man on the other side of the door, you temporarily forgot how to breathe.

Alexei Shostakov. You hadn’t seen him in almost a year. Honestly, you hadn’t even known if he was still alive. He wasn’t exactly the best at keeping in touch. Your relationship could only be described as complicated, to say the least. You never knew what to think. Were you friends, fuck buddies, or something more? He would drop by when he was in town, you had fun together, then he was gone. No matter how hard you tried not to, you had developed feelings for him. Sometimes late at night when you were alone and deep inside your own head you thought you might love him. Wasn’t that ridiculous though? It would never work, not with the kind of chaotic life he led. You craved routine and stability, things he could never give you. That didn’t stop you from missing him, from touching yourself to thoughts of his large body pounding into yours, giving you ecstasy like no other man ever had.

“Hello my pet,” he said with a small wave. You opened the door quickly, pulling him inside. “Alexei, get the hell in the house before someone sees you!” you tell him. The last you knew, he was a wanted man, having been broken out of prison by Natasha and Yelena. “Okay, okay,” he said, closing the door with a boom. You step back to get a good look at him. “What in the world is going on?” you asked. “I haven’t even heard from you in a year,” you said, punching him on the arm. He chuckled. “I need to lay low for a day or two, and I wanted to see my favorite girl,” he replied, his accent thick. He knew exactly how you felt about that accent and he loved to use it to drive you wild.

This man you thought, shaking your head at him. He knew you wouldn’t refuse him, especially if it meant that you would get to spend time in bed with him, which was where you always ended up. You felt your anger subsiding, all the stress of wondering if he was okay leaving you in a rush. There wasn’t time for that now, you thought. You hugged him, his large torso wrapping around you. His sheer size always made you feel safe. You met his eyes, and you could feel the tears welling up. “Don’t be sad, my love. I’m fine,” he told you, and he reached down to kiss you. It started out gently and sweetly. It wasn’t long, though, before it turned into something else. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, and he sighed with delight. “Ah, darling,” he groaned when you pulled apart. “I have missed you terribly.”

You trembled at his words, your body tingling in anticipation of what you knew was coming. You pulled him toward your bedroom. You stopped just inside the doorway to your room, shoving him against the wall. “Are we playing rough this time?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow questioningly. You laughed and pulled his shirt over his head. You drew in a breath at the sight of him. He had added a few tattoos since the last time you had seen him. He knew how sexy you found all the artwork adorning his body. Your fingers traced over the lines of the newly added designs, your heart stopping when you saw the one on the left side of his chest. Your name, right over his heart.

“Alexei!” you gasped, unable to hide your surprise and delight. “This way, no matter how long we are apart, you are always with me,” he replied with a blazing smile. You threw your arms around him, kissing him passionately. Unable to wait any longer, you reached down to unzip his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. The sight of him practically naked made your insides clench, and you could feel the slickness in your panties already. He always had that effect on you. He knew it, too.

“This seems a little one sided, no?” he asked, grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. Your shorts soon followed, and he led you back against the bed, pushing you down onto it. “Let me make up for lost time,” he told you. His mouth found yours again, and this time he didn’t take it easy. He kissed you like a starved man, like you were the best thing he had ever encountered. His mouth moved down your body, his tongue marking a trail to your breasts. He ripped your bra off of you and began alternating between licking and biting your nipples. You arched your back, groaning in pleasure. He moved lower, working his mouth down your stomach toward your center. The feeling of his beard on your skin as he began kissing his way up the insides of your thighs made you wet with anticipation. He reached up and grabbed the waistband of your panties with his teeth and began dragging them off your body. You bucked your cunt toward his face, and he laughed. “Patience, little one,” he said, tossing your underwear behind him. You thought your body would explode.

“Alexei, please!” you yelled, and your eyes rolled back in your head when he took his thick tongue and began licking stripes up your aching pussy, his mouth settling on your clit and sucking relentlessly. He knew by now exactly how to work your body, how you needed and wanted to be touched. You yelled his name, and he growled in response, the sound vibrating against your core. It was enough to snap the tension that had been quickly building inside you, sending your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Your legs tightened around him as you rode out your high. “That’s my girl,” he said, leaning back with a cocky smile, his beard glistening.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him. You reached over and pulled his boxers off, seeing him in all his glory. His eager dick sprang out, and you leaned over, excited to please him. You had to pace yourself, his penis size matched the rest of his large body, and it was all you could do to take him. His hand rested gently on the back of your head, fingers twisting in your hair, and he groaned with pleasure as you licked your way up and down his shaft. You took as much of him as you could in your mouth. Honestly you enjoyed it as much as he did. The salty taste of him drove you wild, and you increased your speed. Before long, he pushed you back against the bed and lowered himself over you. Just the sight of him, his broad tattoo-covered torso balanced over you, made you wet all over again.

He lined the tip of his dick up with your entrance and pushed inside slowly. You felt the delicious stretch as your body adjusted to him, relishing the feeling of him. He pushed into you as far as he could and gave you a second before he got going. You grunted impatiently against him, and he took that as permission to let go. He drove himself into you greedily, hungrily, and he felt so deep inside it was like he was practically in your stomach. Sweat dripped down his chest and landed on yours. He was gripping the headboard so tightly you were surprised he hadn’t broken it by now. He kept up an unrelenting pace, and your body was on fire. You could feel the pressure building inside you again, and you ran your nails down Alexei’s back. He could feel your walls clenching around him and knew you were almost there . He reached his hand down and began circling your clit with his thumb to help push you over the edge. You began to see stars, white hot pleasure coursing through you as you shattered around him. He followed soon behind you, filling you up as only he could.

He collapsed beside you, both of you completely spent. You reached over and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, curling up against him and resting your head on his chest. “Alexei?” you say eventually, deciding to just get this over with. “Yes, my pet?” he replied. “I love you. I just wanted you to know,” you blurt out quickly. You kept your head buried against him, afraid to see his reaction. He reached over and lifted your chin so that you had to look at him. “I love you too красивый,” (beautiful) he replied. You felt like a giant weight had been lifted from you. Even if it was just for tonight, he was there and he was yours.

#alexei shostakov #red guardian #black widow #alexei shostakov x reader #alexei shostakov smut #david harbour

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moonxknightx · 2 years

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𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Alexei Shostakov x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Smut ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- Marvel, Black Widow ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), missionary, cowgirl, piv, breeding kink ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 --- After failing a mission, you help Alexei with taking care of one of his wounds, which leads to some rather fun late night activities. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 --- “Look at you, so needy for my cock.” (No.1) “I could eat you out for days.” (No.9) “I’m so wet right now.” (No.19) “Just shut up and fuck me!” (No.21) “You look so pretty with my cock inside of you.” (No.25) “You look so pretty on top of me.” (No.48) “I’m going to ruin you tonight.” (No.49)

“YOU’RE HURT.” You said as you entered the chambers of the infamous Red Guardian or also known as Alexei.

“Oh really? How smart of you to notice.” Grumbled Alexei as he tried to take care of one of his wounds on his shoulder.

“Here let me.” You sighed as you walked over to Alexei. You carefully sat down next to him on his bed and inspected the wound.

“Is it bad?” Asked Alexei while he studied your face. “It could be better, that’s for sure.” You chuckled slightly while looking up at Alexei.

“I should’ve seen him coming.” Sighed Alexei, referring to one of your enemies the two of you were sent to kill.

“He was too fast. I didn’t saw him either.” You told Alexei before reaching for the first aid kit that was laying in the middle of Alexei’s bed.

“Dreykov will be disappointed we didn’t catch him.” Alexei sighed while watching how you carefully started cleaning his wound.

“I’m sure he will. I don’t really care though.” You smiled softly while taking care of Alexei.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” He asked with a slight smirk. “Because your safety is more important to me.” You told Alexei while looking into his eyes.

Alexei couldn’t help but smile while he reached for your face, gently stroking your cheek before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You immediately kissed back while carefully putting your arms around his neck, careful not to hurt his wound.

Alexei placed his hands on your waist and lifted you into his lap while kissing along your neck and jawline.

“Alexei…” You murmured while running one of your hands though his hair. “What is it beautiful?” Asked Alexei while grinning at you.

“Your wound. We should take care of it first before this goes any further.” You told Alexei while stroking both of his cheeks.

Alexei grunted and rolled his eyes before pushing you onto his bed while Alexei quickly climbed on top of you, straddling your hips.

“Really Alexei?” You smiled while Alexei leaned down to kiss you. “I need you.” Said Alexei while looking down at you, admiring how beautiful you looked.

“Then take me.” You smirked suddenly, taking Alexei off guard at your sudden change. “What?” He asked as if he hadn’t heard you right.

“I said, take me.” You repeated. You knew that trying to stop Alexei wouldn’t work. It was a stubborn man and you knew it. Besides, you didn’t mind a bit of fun with your favorite colleague.

“Fuck, i am going to ruin you tonight.” Smirked Alexei before kissing you hard. You immediately kissed back while reaching for Alexei’s boxers.

“I want if off.” You murmured while Alexei looked down to where your hands were. “Take it off then.” Smirked Alexei before kissing your neck.

Yo did as you were told and slid Alexei’s boxers off, revealing his already half hard cock.

You couldn’t help but stare at his massive length. It was a good 6 or 7 inches, but the girth was insane.

You have slept with Alexei multiple times, but every time you were surprised at how big he was. And every time you were scared that it wouldn’t fit. Just like right now.

“Look at you, so needy for my cock.” Smiled Alexei as he grabbed one of your hands and wrapped it around his cock.

You watched how Alexei guided your hand up and down his cock while he tried his best to keep his moans quiet.

“I’m so wet right now.” You murmured as you stared at Alexei’s cock. You were desperate for his cock and Alexei knew it. He could already feel your wetness pooling trough your leggings.

“I can feel it.” Smirked Alexei as he gently removed your leggings, leaving you in your damp panties.

“Please Alexei…” You whimpered slightly. “What is it darling?” Asked Alexei as he started stroking your clothed pussy.

“I need your fingers or your mouth please.” You begged while slightly bucking your hips upwards.

“You need my fingers or my moth huh? How about both?” Smiled Alexei mischievously before snatching your panties off, leaving you bare for him.

You watched how he threw your panties somewhere in his room before he grabbed both of your legs and placed them onto his shoulders.

“So pretty.” Murmured Alexei as he started kissing the inside of your thighs. You placed one of your hands on his head and pushed Alexei lower, desperate to feel his mouth and fingers on you.

“Are you really that desperate darling?” Chuckled Alexei before placing a soft kiss on your clit which caused you to moan quietly.

“Fuck me with your tongue Alexei, please.” You murmured while looking down at him.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Alexei smirked before he buried his face against your pussy.

“Fuck Alexei!” You moaned as you arched your back. Alexei wrapped his arms firmly around your thighs while he pushed his tongue into your wet hole.

“Don’t stop! It feels so good.” You whimpered as you balled your fists in pleasure.

Alexei did as you told him and kept going. He gently fucked you with his tongue while he slowly rubbed your clit with his fingers.

“I could eat you out for days.” Sighed Alexei as he pulled away from your pussy to catch his breath.

“Please Alexei.” You whimpered while trying to reach for his arms. “What is it princess?” Asked Alexei with a smug smile.

“I need more.” You told him. Alexei chuckled darkly before giving you a small nod. “On it.” Groaned Alexei before burying his face against your pussy once more.

He sucked on your clit while he pushed two of his fingers into your wet cunt, causing you to let out a pornographic moan.

“Alexei!” You moaned while grabbing a fistful of his hair, pushing him closer to your pussy.

Alexei thrusted his fingers in and out of your cunt until he felt you clenching around them, letting him know that you were close.

“I’m gonna come Alexei.” You moaned while trying your best to rut against his face.

“Oh i know sweetheart.” Smirked Alexei before he pulled completely away from you, leaving you on the very edge of releasing.

“No! Why did you do that?” You asked angrily while glaring at Alexei. “I want you to come around my cock sweetheart.” Alexei spoke while tracing the inside of your thighs with his fingers.

“Then fuck me! Please i need you Alexei.” You begged while trying to reach for his arms once more. Alexei laughed a little while running one of his hands through his hair.

“Yeah is that what you want? You want me to fuck you? Is that it?” Asked Alexei as he hovered above you while placing his hands on both sides of your face.

“Yes!” You almost yelled, desperate to feel his cock stretching you out.

“Oh i don’t know if-“

“Just shut up and fuck me!” You begged while you rolled your eyes. Alexei was a bit taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“Fuck, you are really desperate aren’t you little one?” Asked Alexei as he grabbed hold of his cock, stroking it a few times before positioning it at your entrance.

“Yes Alexei. I need you. I want to feel your cock.” You sighed while looking at him. Alexei couldn’t help but smile while he slowly pushed his cock into your cunt.

“Oh shit!” You moaned as you grabbed hold of Alexei’s shoulders. “Shh you can take it.” Alexei whispered while placing a wet kiss along your jawline.

“Deep breaths darling, deep breaths.” Alexei told calmly while he buried himself to the hilt. “Oh fuck you’re so big.” you whimpered while taking deep breaths.

“Tell me when i can move.” Alexei smiled softly while looking down at you.

“You can move.” You told him quietly. Alexei gave you a nod before starting to thrust into you, causing you to moan.

“Oh fuck!” You dug your nails into Alexei’s shoulders while you tried your best to keep quiet.

Alexei just smirked while he slowly rocked into you. He fitted perfectly inside you. So warm, so soft. Alexei would stay inside of you forever if that was possible.

“You look so pretty with my cock inside of you.” Groaned Alexei as he started to speed up his thrusts.

You could only moan at his words which caused Alexei to smile. “I want you on top of me. Is that okay with you?” He asked while he kept fucking you.

“Y-yes.” You whimpered while bucking your hips slightly, desperate to feel Alexei deeper.

Alexei wrapped his arms around your waist and quickly switched positions with you, so you were the one of top and Alexei the one who laid down.

You placed both of your hands on Alexei’s broad chest before starting to rock your hips, causing Alexei to gasp.

“Oh fuck keep doing that little one.” Alexei groaned as he grabbed your ass firmly, helping you with fucking yourself on his cock.

You dug your nails into Alexei’s chest as you rode him. Alexei kept grunting while kneading the soft flesh of your ass.

“You look so pretty on top of me.” Groaned Alexei while wrapping one of his hands around your neck, pulling you into him so he could kiss you.

“I’m close Alexei.” You moaned quietly as you buried your face in his neck. “Shit i can feel it. Come for me sweetheart. Milk my cock.” Alexei whispered in your ear while he bucked his hips into you, causing you to moan once more.

You sighed while rolling your eyes in pleasure. You were seconds away from your orgasm and Alexei knew it.

“Fuck i’m gonna come.” You moaned as you started to clench around his cock. “Milk my cock little one. You can do it.” Encouraged Alexei as he stroked your back.

“Oh God!” You moaned as your orgasm crashed down on you. You quickly got back up and started fucking yourself on Alexei’s cock, wanting to ride out your release.

“Fuck i can feel your wetness.” Grunted Alexei as soon as your body fell limp on top of him.

“I want you to come inside of me.” You whispered while burying your face in Alexei’s neck.

“You sure?” Asked Alexei as he carefully fucked you through your orgasm. You weakly nodded while wrapping your arms around his neck.

Alexei placed a loving kiss on your cheek before he started fucking up into you.

“Shit i’m close!” Cursed Alexei while holding you close to his body. “Fill me up Alexei.” You whimpered while slightly grinding down his cock.

“Fuck yes i’m gonna fill you to the brim.” Groaned Alexei while digging his nails in your back, causing you to moan.

It didn’t take long for Alexei to do as he told. With a few more thrusts, he filled you up with his cum before he rolled the two of you over, so he was on top again.

It was now Alexei’s time to bury his face in your neck while wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close.

“Fuck, I needed that.” Sighed Alexei while kissing your neck. “Yeah me too.” You chuckled slightly while running your hand through his hair.

“I’m tired.” Murmured Alexei before taking a deep breath, getting himself ready to fall asleep.

“Not so fast mister, we still need to clean that wound of yours.” You smirked while patting his back.

Alexei groaned loudly while he rolled off of you so he was now laying on his back next to you.

“Can’t we do it later?” Asked Alexei tiredly.

“No we cannot.” You said while getting up. “Please?” Whined Alexei.

“Stop whining old man and get up.” You chuckled as you reached for the first aid kit once again, ready to actually take care of Alexei’s wound.

“I am not an old man!” Said Alexei defensively, causing you to laugh. “No of course not. You are still very young.” You joked. Alexei rolled his eyes before glaring at you.

“I hate you.”

“I’m sure you do Alexei, i’m sure you do.”

(A/N): I love Alexei so much omg

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Imagine # 986

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @kevinfeiges (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

⚠️Warning(s) - Mentions of sex, age gap.

📝Note(s) - I've not actually watched the movie yet, so I'm just kinda winging this one.

The last person (Y/n) had ever expected to run into again, was the man she had spent an outstanding one night stand with. Yet there he was standing beside her ally and best friend Natasha, a small smirk tugging at his lips. And when Natasha introduced the two, clearly unaware that they were already well acquainted, (Y/n)'s heart leapt to her throat. "It is good to see you again (Y/n)." Alexi chuckled, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Wait, you've already met? When?" Natasha frowned in confusion, looking between the two. "Um last night." (Y/n) cleared her throat, unable to maintain eye contact with anyone. "Hold on." Natasha looked between the two once more, observing (Y/n)'s discomfort, and Alexi's amusement. "You didn't?" She huffed as she crossed her arms, accusing them both. "I didn't know he was your father!" (Y/n) quickly pointed out, ignoring the laugh that rumbled in Alexi's chest. "Seriously!?" Natasha groaned, now glaring at Alexi. "Do not look at me, I did not know who she was. I just saw a beautiful woman, and made my move." He defended himself, winking at (Y/n) who blushed in return. "She's the same age as me!" Natasha shot back, rolling her eyes when he only shrugged in response. "Seriously (Y/n), why him?" Natasha turned her attention to her friend. "He's handsome... And I'm weak for accents, you know that." (Y/n) chuckled nervously. "He's twice your age!" Natasha pointed out. "Well that's never stopped me before." (Y/n) shrugged in response, speaking again without taking the time to think. "Besides he was honestly the best I've ev-" Natasha quickly cut her off. "Ahh- I don't wanna hear that!" Shaking her head she stormed off without another word, needing time to think. Not long after Alexi neared (Y/n), a smirk tugging at his lips once more. "Best you've ever had huh?" He mused with pride, making (Y/n) giggle nervously. "Well... Yeah..." She shrugged bashfully, hoping whatever came from all of this, didn't end her friendship with Natasha.

How was that? Hope you enjoyed! (^_^)

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incorrectwandanat · 3 months

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reader: hey, you know that i love you so much right?

natasha: oh my god, what did you do now?

reader: ...what do you mean? all i did was compliment you because you're an amazing person.

natasha: exactly. what did you do?

reader:

reader: i may have accidentally punched alexei in the face.

natasha: YOU WHAT?!

reader: yeah i know i’m sorry i-

natasha: no, don't be sorry, that's incredible news!

reader: i-babe?

natasha, muttering: that liar got fucking one upped, didn't he? let’s see how stuck up he sounds now.

#natasha romanoff x reader #marvel incorrect quotes #sfw #alexei shostakov

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writerslittlelibrary · 25 days

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Don't worry about a thing

masterlist

summary: your parents needed the extra money, even if it meant making you work for it. what happens when two women disagree with your parents methods?

pairing: dark!Wandanat x teen reader, dark!Yelena x teen reader, dark!Melina x teen reader, dark!Bucky x teen reader, dark!Alexei x teen reader

warnings: alcoholism, dark Wandanat, dark themes, kidnapping, it’s kinda fluff as well

genre: angst, fluff

words: 2690

a/n: this kinda turned from dark!wandanat to a very soft fic. I mean, reader still gets kidnapped, but Wandanat are so sweet about it… :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You had been working in the cafe for a while. Your parents needed the money, and to be honest, you needed it too.

Your parents had been drinking since you were a young child, and you now you were a teenager, which means it is legal for you to work. Your parents didn’t hesitate to push you towards a job. With all their money going to alcohol, they needed your money for either food, or more drinks.

On the side, you would save a little bit of money, trying to save enough to hopefully one day go to college.

Today it was a day like any other.

You had just gotten back from school, and you went to the cafe immediately. However, this time was a little different. For the last couple of weeks, you had the weird feeling that someone was watching you. There had been a few people that asked about a lot of details from you, which creeped you out a bit.

At first, it was a red-headed woman. She looked to be around her thirties, and she was very kind.

Then, there was a brown haired woman. She asked how you were doing, whether you were still in school, and also how you would be getting home. She seemed concerned for your safety. After all, it had been late that day.

Then, a blonde haired woman had walked in. She went into the cafe with a dog, and after ordering for herself and her dog, she offered to walk you home. You had told her that you were fine, and that your father was picking you up, but as usual, he hadn’t showed up. The woman insisted on walking you home, and you had allowed her. What was the harm, right? She was very kind and respectful, and her dog was nice.

After that, you had a week of boring people, as usual. People who didn’t give a single shit about your life. People that only cared about the fact that they had been waiting on their coffee for five whole minutes.

You figured you had just been imagining things, and that the three women you had met where just genuinely kind.

However, after that week ended, weirdly invasive people started to come into the cafe again.

At first it was a man. He was wearing gloves, and he looked a little scary. His hair was brown, and he was tall and looked strong. However, when he ordered you decided he was actually very sweet. He talked with you the entire night, thanking you when you served him his drinks and food, and he tipped very well.

A week later, this week, you spotted the red haired woman from a few weeks ago sitting at one of the tables.

She wasn’t alone this time. The brown haired woman, who you had seen earlier as well, was sitting beside her. You walked up to them with a smile, pushing your odd feelings down and getting ready to serve them just like any other day.

The women smiled at you, and after giving you their order, they continued a conversation of their own.

You brushed your anxiety off of yourself, making their drinks and continuing with your shift. However, after serving them and getting back to another costumer, the man you had seen earlier walked in. He looked a little angry, but smiled kindly when he met your eyes. You smiled back, but before you could ask for his order, he went to sit down with the other two women.

Again, you didn’t think much off it, rather just pushing the anxiety away and continuing with your job.

It started to get really weird, though, when the blonde haired woman walked in. She was accompanied by her fluffy dog, which didn’t hesitate to greet you with a wagging tail. You bent down to pet him, when you noticed a slightly red streak running along his fur.

You went to brush your hand over it, but the dog retreated back to it’s owner.

She smiled at you and stopped at the bar, ordering the same thing she ordered a few weeks ago. After doing so, she went to sit down with the other man and women. Why did they know each other? Had it been a coincidence that you had all seen them before? Were they watching you?

You shook the thoughts from your head, preparing the woman’s order, putting some whipped cream into a cup for her dog, before bringing it over to the table.

You put it down with a smile, grabbing the empty two cups and asking if you could get them anything else.

“We’re alright, sweetheart,” the brown haired woman spoke with a gentle smile.

You nodded and retreated back to the counter, ready to serve other costumers, before you realised, there were no other costumers.

The entire cafe was empty, minus the four people sitting in the corner.

Odd, this was usually such a busy time.

You didn’t think much off it, rather deciding to start cleaning up a bit in the hopes of getting home earlier tonight. When you were about to shut off the coffee machine you heard the little bell ring, indicating that another costumer had walked in.

You turned to look at them, discovering that it was a tall, large man. He had tattoos covering his arms, and a long beard. He was followed by a woman, who smiled at you before she pulled the man over to the table where the other people were sitting. You hadn’t seen them before, but you did find it odd.

When your colleague told you she was heading home for the night, you agreed to closing up, telling her to get home safe.

After she left, you glance over at the table impatiently. They had been sitting there for hours, and you wanted to get home on time tonight. You still had a few tests to study for, and there was a project you were supposed to hand in yesterday.

You stood impatiently at the counter until the blonde woman walked up to you. You had hoped she wanted to pay, but instead she simply asked for a donut.

You hid your annoyance and got her what she wanted, smiling at her when you handed the sweet treat over.

“How are you getting home today?” she asked as she took the donut from you, taking a bite.

“My father was supposed to pick me up, but I suppose I’ll be walking once again,” you replied, closing the treat cabinet.

“I can give you a ride if you’d like. My parents are probably leaving with my sister anyway, so there will be a car left that I’ll have to drive,” she explained, giving her dog a few pets when it excitedly walked over to her. She snuck the dog some pieces of the donut while praising her for being such a good girl.

“That’s very kind, but I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you replied, not wanting to get into a strangers car.

“Don’t be silly. It’s no problem, I promise. A young girl like you shouldn’t be out on the street alone at this time. It’s dangerous, someone could hurt you,” the woman reasoned, and you thought for a moment before agreeing.

It did seem dangerous to walk home alone in the dark, and this woman was very kind. There was no way that she would hurt you.

“If you’re certain that it won’t be a problem…” you said, and you watched the woman shake her head.

“Of course not. Besides, Fanny would love the extra cuddles,” the woman explained, giving her dog, Fanny, a few scratches behind her ears.

You turned around, missing the sign the woman gave to the other people at the table. They got up, walking towards the door. The red headed woman stayed behind, telling the others she would be there soon.

She walked over to the counter, giving Fanny a few pets before pulling out her wallet.

“I’d like to pay for the whole table, please,” she told you as she grabbed her card. You nodded and typed in the amount on the device.

After paying, she thanked you and walked out of the cafe.

“I’m Yelena, by the way,” the blonde woman said as she waited for you to close everything up. “I’m y/n,” you told her, locking the register and walking out from behind the bar.

“This way,” she said as she led the way out of the cafe, waiting for you to lock the door before opening the door of her car.

You were about to get in before Fanny jumped into the car before you, settling in the middle of the couch chair. Yelena drove a truck, so it was easy to fit three people on the chair. You got in after Fanny, sitting beside her and petting her head when she laid her head on your lap.

Yelena got into the drivers seat, closing the door and starting the car.

“Here, you must be thirsty after working for so long,” she said as she handed you a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” you thanked her as you opened it, taking a few sips.

“Who was your sister?” you asked Yelena after a little while. She turned to you with a smile, rubbing Fanny’s fur.

“The red head, Natasha. She’s my sister. The big guy, with the long beard, that’s my dad, and the woman with dark brown hair is my mom,” Yelena explained, focusing back on the road. “The cafe you work at is close to our work space, so we come there a lot, but we’ve never been there together.”

“What kind of work do you do?” you asked her curiously.

“We take care of business. Make sure people pay… taxes… that sort of stuff,” Yelena explained, although she weirdly paused before mentioning taxes. You nodded, focusing on the world outside.

After a few minutes of silence, you started to get a bit dizzy, grabbing onto the dashboard to steady yourself as black spots took over your vision.

“Everything alright?” Yelena asked, concern lacing her voice.

“Just a little dizzy…” you explained, taking a few deep breaths in the hopes of clearing your vision.

“That happens sometimes after doing a lot during the day, especially for girls your age. You should drink a bit more water and take a few deep breaths. It’ll pass,” Yelena told you, and you nodded as you gulped the leftover water in the waterbottle down.

You sat back, taking a few deep breaths and looking out the window, suddenly noticing the road you were at didn’t look familiar.

“This isn’t my street…?” you asked Yelena, who merely shrugged.

“There is construction that way, so I figured we’d avoid it,” she reasoned, turning on her turn signal and steering into another unfamiliar road.

You were about to protest, but the spots in your vision took over nearly everything, and you suddenly felt to dizzy to talk. You tried to say something, but you couldn’t even remember what happened after as you lost consciousness completely.

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You groaned slightly when you woke up, the sun blinding your vision as you covered your eyes with your hands. You turned around in the bed, pulling the covers a little higher a closing you eyes again, fully prepared to go back to sleep.

Suddenly, you sat up in a fright, looking around the room and taking in you surroundings. You never got home lat night.

You don’t remember anything past the points of being dizzy.

You threw the covers away, standing up from the bed, ignoring the slight dizziness as you walked over to the window. As soon as you pulled the curtains open, all you could see was snow. What the actual fuck. It never snowed where you were from.

You ran towards the door, surprised when it opened immediately.

You looked out into the hallway, making sure it was clear before you made your way downstairs. You could hear chatter coming from what you assumed was the living room, and so you tried to go around it, heading towards the front door, or atleast, what looked like the front door.

You almost thought you weren’t spotted, until you heard a voice coming from the living room.

“If you’re going outside, don’t forget your boots and jacket. Winters are very cold around here.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, frozen in place as the voice spoke so casual. If she knew you were leaving, why didn’t she try to stop you? You hesitated a moment, unsure of what to do as you looked at the rack of shoes. Your shoes were there, together with a vast variety of boots.

“If you’re hungry, there is also some breakfast,” the voice spoke again, and you took a deep breath before deciding to follow it.

You walked into the living room, seeing all five people sitting on a few couches.

The red headed woman, Natasha, was sitting at the edge of the couch with the brown haired woman beside her. Natasha was scrolling on her phone while the other woman was reading a book.

After they noticed you arrived in the living room, the woman put her book away.

“Where am I?” you asked quietly, glancing over at Yelena who was watching something on the tv. You couldn’t understand the language, and you figured it must’ve been something slavic.

“You’re home,” the woman smiled softly, getting up from the couch and reaching for your hand.

“We figured we’d let you sleep in, so I put some breakfast in the fridge for you,” she explained as she led you towards the kitchen, letting go of your hand and opening the fridge, pulling out a plate of waffles.

You went to sit down at the barstool, leaning on the kitchen island, debating on what to say next.

“Who are you…?” you asked hesitantly, afraid to upset her.

“My name is, Wanda, but you may call me mom, and Natasha is mama,” Wanda stated simply, squirting some whipped cream on the waffles before topping them off with some fresh fruit.

“... What…?”

“I understand that it may be a bit confusing, but I promise you you will be happy here. We will make sure you will never have to worry about anything another day in your life,” Wanda explained, smiling as she put the plate of food in front of you.

“What about my parents?” you asked, and Wanda just smiled.

“You don’t have to worry about them hurting you ever again, I promise.”

You nodded slightly, staring at the plate of waffles.

“So you kidnapped me?”

Wanda chuckled a bit, sitting down across from you and pouting you a glass of your favourite juice. “I guess you could call it that, although that is not our intention. We love you, and we’ll show that to you,” she explained, putting the glass of juice down in front of you.

You hesitated before you felt your belly rumble in hunger, staring at the plate of waffles for only a second longer before you dug in, enjoying the amazing tasty treat.

“Why me?” you asked after taking a breath, taking a sip from your juice and staring at Wanda.

“You are special. You might not understand it, but you are special, and we love you. You are perfect,” Wanda explained, smiling as Natasha joined you in the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about it too much, malysh. You will love it here, and you will have everything you could dream off,” she said, giving you a kiss on your forehead. She reached over to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and filling it with some juice as well.

“If you want, I can take you outside later, or you could explore the house a little if that’s what you prefer,” Natasha suggested, and you nodded.

“Okay,” you simply said, taking another bite of your waffles.

You were confused beyond comprehension, yet for some reason, you felt safe. You knew you were safe, and for the first time in your life, you felt content.

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Just feel like making people cry with me.... I'm sorry... 😭

My baby cared more for people than more people cared for her.... she deserved the world ❤️‍��❤️‍🩹

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Lightning Bug - Chapter 28

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Warnings: usage of a gun (training), fluff, mention of past trauma

Word Count: 3.8k

You tightened the straps on your backpack as you waited for Natasha and Wanda. There was a knot forming in your stomach. They were excited to meet you, but what if you disappointed them? What if they weren’t happy with who you are? “Hey,” Wanda placed her hands on her shoulders. “Breath. Take a few deep breaths for me.” You nodded and did that. “Good,” you turned to face her. “What’s going through your head?” You sighed, biting your lip. “What’s going through your head?” You sighed, biting your head.

“What if they don’t like me?” You whispered. It seemed ridiculous to say out loud. “I’m a little nervous.” Wanda nodded.

“I was too when I first met them,” she pushed some of your hair behind your ear. “They will love you. Just be you.”

“And take everything Alexei says with a grain of salt,” Natasha rushed over to you as the doors opened and the ramp came out. Natasha told you they had to part the jet a little further away from the house because Melina doesn’t want the jet’s engine to scare the animals. You descended the ramp and hoped the walk would calm your anxiety, but it became worse. Each step you took made your heart pound faster and faster.

The property remained you of the Barton’s homestead but more rustic. There was a main house with multiple outdoor buildings. As you got closer, you could smell and hear the pigs. “There they are!” A booming voice echoed through the quiet land. It came from a man with a thick beard wearing overalls.

“Yebat’ (fuck),” Natasha mumbled and pushed you behind her. Your body tensed up as you watched the man run over to the three of you. “Alexei, no,” Natasha warned.

“Natalia, my pride and joy,” he looked at Wanda. “Wanda, hopefully, my soon-to-be daughter-in-law,” you saw the couple in front of you tense up. “Move. I’d like to see moya vnucka (my granddaughter).” You weren’t sure what that word was.

“Not with that energy,” Wanda said. “Bring it down a little, or you’ll scare her off.” The man gasped.

“I would never! I’m her dedushka (grandpa). We are destined to be side by side like in American movies,” you peeked your head from behind the couple and saw a woman walking out of the house. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her arms were crossed against her chest. Suddenly, the man’s face was in front of yours.

“Hi,” he said. You yelped and fell to the ground, startled by his sudden appearance. “You’re so small.” He pushed past the couple and grabbed you by the arms, lifting you like you weighed nothing. “I could put you in my pocket.” The man hugged you tight. “I am your dedushka (grandpa). I can not wait to tell you all about my glory days.” The man swayed you from side to side, and your body went tense, frozen. Even Wanda and Natasha’s voice turned to white noise. You felt a pressure building that started in your chest. You had to hold it in; the charge would kill the man holding you.

“Alexei, vinz (down),” a new voice broke through the fog. “She is not a toy.” The man gently set you down, and you were shaky on your legs. The man looked apologetic, scratching the back of his head. You were sure Natasha was asking if you were okay, but your eyes stayed trained on the newest addition to the group. She grabbed hold of your chin, moving your head from side to side. “Alexei’s right. You are too small. Is Natalia not feeding you?”

“Mama,” the read head groaned. “She’s eating.”

“Not enough. Come, I’ll cook you something,” she dragged you towards the house, but you dug your feet into the ground.

“Wait,” your voice shook, and everyone’s eyes trained on you. “I need,” air couldn’t get into your lungs. “Nat,” you gasped. “Help.” Quickly, she opened her bag and pulled out a battery. She placed it in your hands and knelt in front of you. You wanted to yell at her to get back. To run because you were afraid to hurt her, but the words died on your lips. She sensed your hesitation.

“I got you, molniyenosnyy zhuk (lightning bug). Let go,” (release the energy). You slumped against Natasha, and her arms wrapped around you. “That was a big one. Take a minute, okay,” you nodded and focused on Natasha’s hand, rubbing circles on your back.

“Did I hurt anyone?” You whispered.

“No, Wanda pushed Melina and Alexei back with her powers.” Good. That was good. You stood up straighter and saw Natasha smiling at you. She pushed a few strands of your hair stuck to your forehead from sweat. You felt hot and hungry.

“Hi,” Wanda stood next to you, and you rested your head on her chest. “How are you feeling?” You huffed.

“Better,” you admitted. “Sorry, that was embarrassing.”

“I think someone else should apologize,” you turned around to see the duo walk back to you. The woman hit Alexei.

“Sorry about that. I was excited to meet you.” The man’s cheeks were flushed.

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “Hi, by the way.” you waved.

“Melina, Alexei,” Natasha placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “This is Y/n, our daughter,” your stomach flipped at that. You loved having someone be proud enough of you to call you their daughter.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Melina smiled. “We’ve heard great things about you,” her eyes pointed at you. “I still think you are too small.”

“Mama!”

“They are so cute!” You stood on the wooden pen for the pigs and watched Alexei chase after the piglets. They wanted nothing to do with him. Natasha laughed.

“Come on, Red Guardian! Didn’t you fight Captain America and win? Catching a pig for your vnucka (granddaughter),” you giggled and watched the man’s face twist with determination. You learned vnucka, which is translated to granddaughter, and the Russian words for grandma and grandpa are dedushka and babushka. Alexei was adamant about you calling him Dedushka. Melina shoved three bowls of chowder before she thought you were ready to explore.

“I got one!” A pig was pushed into your arms, and Natasha had to catch you before you fell off the fence.

“Alexei! What have I told you about manhandling my pigs?” You heard Melina call out and missed the murderous glare Natasha sent Alexei, too distracted by the little pig in your arms. It took a while for the creature to settle in your arms, but soon it pushed against your chest for warmth.

“It’s so tiny,” you whispered, so afraid to disturb the little creature in your arms. A weird feeling bloomed in your chest. It was strange how much faith the animal had in you. The pig trusted you to hold it close and protect it. Such blind faith. It was a little ridiculous, but it reminded you of yourself. You put faith in your parents and the man from HYDRA who promised you a better life. Now you were doing it with the Avengers. Was it wise to do it again? The third time is the charm, right? “What’s got you thinking so hard?” Natasha asked, running her hand over your head. You glanced up. She was smiling. Her eyes sparkled with love; sometimes, you forgot how much she cared about you. You smiled.

“Just, uh, thinking about life,” she chuckled, kissing your forehead. You basked in the warmth she provided.

“Never change, dorogoy (sweetheart),” you looked at her confused. “After everything you’ve been through, your heart is still good.” You frowned, unsure if that was true. You protected the pig with one hand as you climbed over the pen and placed the animal on the ground. It looked confused, turned to face, and ran to bury itself between your legs. You chuckled, pushing the creature towards its family. However, the piglet ran back to you.

“What’s going on, little one?” You asked, scratching its chin. “Why don’t you want to join your friends?”

“It’s the runt,” Melina said. You glanced over at her. “The others pick on it.” You frowned and sat down. The piglet climbed onto your lap and looked up at you.

“I was a runt, too,” you spoke softly. Your hand never stopped petting it. “I think we grow up to be the strongest of the group because we have to fight every single day just to survive,” you sighed. “And that can be scary, but I promise little one, everything will turn out just fine.” You felt a little crazy speaking to an animal, but the little pig seemed to understand. It glanced at the other pigs and back to you before joining them. You smiled and stood up. Wanda and Natasha were watching you with a smile. Yeah, everything was turning out just fine.

It was a long day. With the emotional trip to Sokovia and the surprise display of power, Wanda and Y/n were taking a nap before dinner. Alexei was outside finishing the chores he promised Melina that would be done, but due to the excitement, they slipped his mind. So Natasha was left to help prepare dinner with Melina. Sometimes, Natasha had to pinch herself to remind herself this was real. That the woman chose to be here, decided to be her mother, and that the Red Room wasn’t orchestrating this. It’s not another mission. This was real. It took a while for her to trust Melina and Alexei again. Yelena was the critical factor to help mend the relationship. She knew it was Yelena’s desperate attempt to have a real family. “It looks good on you,” Melina said, standing over the sauce for the beef stroganoff. Natasha hummed in question, focusing on chopping up the spices. “Motherhood. You fall into the role naturally.”

“You sound surprised,” she glanced over her shoulder, but Melina’s back was to her.

“Not surprised at all. You are a khameleon (chameleon). You adapt. It was like that in Ohio, the Red Room, and now with the Avengers,” Natasha wasn’t sure if what Melina said was a compliment. She turned to face the older Black Widow, and Melina looked at her. “Why do you look offended?”

“I’m not sure if I should take what you said as a compliment.”

“No?” She tilted her head. “You were always sensitive to that.” Melina walked over to the cutting board she was using and took it back to the pot. “I was trying to say it’s hard for us to be mothers, people like you and me.”

“Why is it hard?” She saw Melina’s stutter as she added the freshly chopped herbs into the pot.

“Because that choice was taken away from us,” Subconsciously, Natasha placed her hand where her scar was. The serum healed all of it, but she would never forget where it was. She dropped her hand when Melina turned back around to hand her the cutting board. “But you are doing good. Does that happen often with her powers?” Natasha shook her head.

“Not since she started training with Maria,” Natasha began cleaning the dishes she no longer needed. The farmhouse needed to be equipped with a dishwasher; she preferred to do it by hand. It kept her busy.

“Is she training to be an Avenger?”

“No, I mean she could join the team if she wants, but we are focusing on helping her control her powers,” Or help her fight this new threat that was possibly coming. She would have a long chat with Vision when she got back.

“Are you and Wanda going to have more children?” Natasha felt her cheeks warm up. “I would like to have more grandchildren to spoil.”

“Mama! We just adopted her. Give us some time.” Melina chuckled and wiped her hands on a dish towel. The gentle hand of Melina on her shoulder caused Natasha’s body to go rigid, but she turned around to face her. The woman places both hands on her cheeks.

“Throughout our entire life, every choice was made for us,” her voice was so soft Natasha had to remind herself who was speaking to her. “But you chose to be that little girl’s mama, and being a mother is the greatest gift. Cherish it.” It was hard for Natasha to look past the betrayal towards Alexei and Melina. Melina was the only mother she knew since the Red Room took her biological one away. Melina was part of the system that kept hundreds of girls trapped even when she was trapped herself.

The sudden moment was interpreted by the crack of a gun going off; the duo separated immediately. “There is a pistol in the umbrella holder by the back door,” Melina said suddenly. She nodded and raced to where Melina told her. It wasn’t surprising to her that weapons were scattered around the house. Once her hand came into contact with the metal, she remembered to take a few calming breaths. The list of enemies was long and still growing. No matter who was here, no one was taking her family from her.

She kicked the back door open and expected to see the backyard filled with enemies racing towards the house or Alexei fighting them off. No. Instead, she saw Alexei and Y/n at the gun range for Widows that stayed on the farm. There was a pistol in the teen’s hand, and the gun going off two more times caused goosebumps to form on her arm.

“Alexei, what the fuck are you doing?”

You spun around to see two very angry Black Widows armed with a pistol and a rifle. Safety placed the gun down like Alexei and Maria showed you, and you ran over to Natasha. “Nat, come look!” It was enough time for her to hand the pistol to Melina before you dragged her over to the makeshift gun range. “Look how well I did!” You were proud of your grouping: two head shots and two in the shot. You looked back at Natasha and your smile. “You look upset.”

“Of course I’m upset. Melina and I thought we were being attacked,” you cringed and glanced at Melina and Alexei. The older woman was radially speaking in Russian and heard the word ‘idiot’ a few times. Suddenly, the back door of the house busted open. Wanda’s eyes were glowing red, and her magic danced on her fingers. It died down when she saw her family and no threat.

“Oh, I’m in so much trouble.” Natasha grabbed your arm and dragged you back over.

“Explain, both of you,” Melina said when Wanda jogged over. You and Alexei shared a look.

“I woke up and heard you and Natasha talking in the kitchen,” you said slowly. “I went outside to explore, and Alexei, I mean dedushka,” you saw his smile from the corner of your eye. “Saw me walking around the training area. He said you made it for the Widows that sometimes stay here,” you knew it had to do with some rehabilitation program Yelena set up, but the details were fuzzy. It took a lot of work to follow any story Alexei told. “I asked him if he could teach me how to shoot a gun.” The two Black Widows said something in Russian that was not part of your daily language lesson, but Alexei cringed. Natasha stared down the man.

“And you thought it was a good idea.”

“Her mama, babushka, and tetya (aunt) are all Black Widows. She should know her way around a gun,” it was a fair agreement to make. “She gave me very good-” he snapped his fingers. “What’s the word? When the eyes get small and sad?”

“Puppy dog eyes,” Wanda said with a smirk. Alexei pointed at the witch. “She tends to use them to get something she wants,” you opened your mouth to argue, but the witch gave you a pointed look. You thought it was best to keep your mouth shut. “I was unaware you had any form of gun training.” She said to Alexei, who gasped in offense.

“I will have you know the Red Guardian is well-versed in many weapons. Guns, knives, rocket launcher,” your eyes widened, and you looked at him, excitement bubbling in your chest. “No!” He shot you down. “Do you see how much trouble we are in?” You slowly looked back at the trio.

“On a scale of 1 -10, how much trouble am I in?” You asked, staring at the ground, unable to look at the three women. Natasha sighed.

“You will be doing dishes for the rest of our trip,” you nodded. That was fair. Gently, Natasha lifted your head, and you stared into her green eyes. “No more weapon training without telling us.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, but the redhead kissed your forehead and hugged you. She smelt of garlic and onions.

“Scared the hell out of me, kid,” you nodded again. It wasn’t your intention, and you weren’t thinking when you asked Alexei. You felt tears form at the corner of your eyes, and she needed the hug far too soon for your liking. “Let’s see this grouping again.”

“What?” You questioned. Natasha pushed away a tear that escaped down your cheek.

“I’d like to see you shoot again. Make sure Alexei taught you correctly,” the man gasped, and it made you laugh. Before you picked up the gun, you apologized to Melina and hugged Wanda. With the short time you held a gun in your hand and shot it, it wasn’t your preferred weapon. However, with so many Black Widows in your life, you were going to keep that information to yourself.

Once the dishes were cleaned from dinner, it was another early night, but you could not sleep. Your sleep schedule was messed up with the time difference and the nap you took. So you got out of bed and walked out of the guest room. Melina had a bookshelf next to the dining room that you’ve been dying to look through. Many of the books in her collection were not in English, but you could tell they were science books. Your eyes found a photo album. Curiosity, you grabbed the album and flipped through it. Every photo was of two young girls: one blonde and one brunette. The images captured moments from Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving. “It’s not a good idea to snoop in a Black Widow’s home,” you jumped at Melina’s voice, almost dropping the album.

“It’s also not a good idea to sneak up on someone.” The Black Widow chuckled, and you put the album away, but Melina grabbed it and walked over to the dining room table. Wordlessly, you followed her and sat down.

“Do you know how I became Natalie’s and Yelena’s mama?”

“Kind of. Yelena said a mission brought all of you together.” Melina nodded; the photo album was stopped on Christmas. “I didn’t ask specifics.”

“The Red Room needed agents to act as an American family to steal some classified information,” she traced the faces of each little girl. “When the mission was over, we gave them back.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You questioned. Melina closed the album and placed her hands on top of it. She was staring intently at you, and you felt small under her gaze.

“I wasn’t the mother my girls needed,” you frowned and took her hand. You flipped it over so you could trace the lines on her palm. Her facial expressions softened at the gesture.

“Are you the mother they deserve now?”

“I do not know,” she admitted. “But I’m trying to be. Not all of us get the chance to get two,” you understood that. You were lucky that you overslept that day, which landed you in the cafe simultaneously. If you were there at your regular time, you could still be living on the streets or bouncing between shelters. What a crazy what-if. “Never take it for granted.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay them.” Melina smiled softly.

“Love them as much as they love you,” the Black Widow said. “That will be more than enough.”

You were up early to help Melina work outside with the pigs and her small garden. It was hard work, but Melina filled it with stories of their time in Ohio. Even Wanda brought out breakfast and helped out. You told her that the dishes would get done after you helped Melina. You sat back on your knees and stretched your neck. Picking weeds out of the dirt was not your idea of a fun time, but it beat cleaning the pig pen or doing the dishes. The sun felt different out here compared to Iowa and New York. You liked it, and it made you think about what Natasha asked you about - living somewhere like this. Away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. A place where you could get your dog and have them run around the backyard. It was a good idea, maybe one day. “Mama, are you overworking my niece already?” Your head wiped towards the voice. Yelena and Kate were talking in the garden. You jumped to your feet and ran over to them. The couple caught you as you threw yourself at them.

“I didn’t know you were coming to visit!” You smiled.

“That’s because it was a surprise, bud.” Kate laughed.

“Did you think I would subject you to a full day of Alexei’s torment without me?” You giggled. “I heard you got into a little trouble.” You awkwardly shrugged. “Proud of you.”

“Yelena, do not corrupt my granddaughter,” the older Black Widow came over to greet the newcomers. “Kate, how are you? Is Yelena treating you well?” The archer blushed.

“Yes, Melina. I’m doing great.” The blonde’s mouth hung open slightly.

“Come, I’ll make you something.” Melina put her arm around Kate and led her to the house. “Yelena, close your mouth. You’ll eat a fly.” You used your pointer finger to close her mouth, and she slapped your hand away.

“Unbelievable,” Yelena said once her girlfriend and mother were out of earshot. “She likes the people we bring home more than her daughters.” You smiled and lopped your arms through hers. “How do you like Russia?” She asked as you both walked towards the house.

“I like it!” You said. It was the truth. “Just different than Iowa and the city.” Yelena hummed in agreement.

“It took me a while to learn that the differences we see make for a wonderful world.”

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Fic || The Third Widow

I'm so excited to be posting this Fic! It's personally one of my favourite works. Below is the Summary, Chapter list, Drabbles, etc.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the biological younger sister of Yelena Belova and adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Overall Warnings: PTSD, Language, Mentions of Red Room, Flashbacks, Anxiety, Alcohol & Drugs, Kidnapping, Violence, Mentions of Medical mistreatment, Mentions of murder. Each chapter will have its own warnings!

Type: Heavy angst with comfort and fluff.

Translations: Will be noted with each chapter, if any.

Characters: Reader, Natasha, Yelena, Alexei, Melina, Wanda, Kate, Mentions of the avengers, General Dreykov, Taskmaster, Asya (Made up).

Notes: This does and doesn’t follow storylines from the MCU, I’ve changed some details for it to fit the story. If in a chapter I missed a warning, please don't hesitate to point it out to me so I can fix it. So far I have the first 10 chapters named and a total of 15, 5 unnamed chapters this far. I'm hoping to have 20 chapters in total.

Chapters -

I - Reunited

II - Tossing & Turning

III - First Day Of School

IV - Wanda Maximoff

V - Trouble Follows

VI - Barely Gone, Barely Here

VII - Yelena's Worry

VIII - Welcome Home

IX - Red Room

X - Power & Control

XI - Aftermath

XII - Untraced

XIII - Natasha Romanoff

XIV - Let’s Do This Again

XV - TBA

XVI - TBA

XVII - TBA

XVIII - TBA

XIX - TBA

XX - TBA

Drabbles -

My Мэри - can be read before 'Natasha Romanoff'

Discussing -

All discussing posts can be found under the #thethirdwidow tag.

Taglist -

For my one shots I have a taglist for all those I write for, you can see that HERE

For this I will have a seperate taglist! If you'd like to be on the tag list, please leave a comment on this post so I can add your name to my notes.

#Yelena Belova #Natasha Romanoff #wanda maximoff #fanfiction #marvel #black widow #wanda maximoff x reader #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #melina vostokoff #alexei shostakov #kate bishop #the third widow

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lesbian-deadpool · 2 years

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Y/N: Hey Alexie...

Alexie:

Y/N: *Takes a deep breath*

Y/N: I'm sorry for calling you an idiot.

Y/N: But when Morgan asked how you spell 'orange', you asked if she was talking about the fruit or the colour.

Y/N: And you caught me off guard.

(Bonus)

Natasha: *Reflecting on how that is her surrogate father*

#source: ???#incorrect marvel quotes #alexei shostakov x reader #alexei shostakov imagine #alexei shostakov #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romaonff imagine #natasha romanoff #widowfam #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #MCU x reader #MCU imagine #marvel #MCU

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umnitsa · 1 year

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The Wolf and the Hare

Wow, first fic in 20 years and I really hope you like it! <3 Because it may turn into a series xD

Summary: Sometimes, Alexei is quiet.

A/N: IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE BIG, STRONG, BURLY MEN CAPABLE OF IMMENSE VIOLENCE SHOWING SOFTNESS. So, yeah. Also: I LOVE Nu Pogodi <3 If you like, feel free to leave me asks and messages.

Pairing: Alexei x afab!Reader (I really tried to make it gender neutral, but I don't really think I achieved it, sadly)

CW: Immobilization, smothering, HUGS, sex. Minors, please go away <3

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You knew Alexei had spent some time in prison, but nothing had prepared you for how touch-starved he was. He always had a hand on your skin, holding your hand, touching your shoulder, resting his big hand on your knee whenever he was with you (it wasn't that often, sadly).

You got used to his warmth, to his loud and obnoxious presence.

But sometimes, he laid in bed quietly, resting his head on your chest, hugging you as a pillow, pressing his face against your skin as you played with his hair and traced the tattoos on his shoulders with your fingertips.

Today was one of these days.

Alexei sighed softly under your attention, pressing his whole face against your skin. You could feel his warm breath slowly tickling you, his hands sliding and squeezing your flesh. He was so big it seemed he was everywhere. You raised a leg, wrapping it around his midsection.

“Zayats…” He hummed, muffled by your skin. “This feels so good I forget who I am. You're so warm, so soft. So beautiful.” His hand moved to pet your leg, gently sliding up your thigh and squeezing your ass.

You liked the nickname. Hare. It came from an old soviet cartoon; you even watched the episodes together on YouTube, laughter shaking his body as the Hare foiled every single Wolf's plan to capture it.

The nickname talked more about how he saw himself than how he saw you; if you're the Hare, he's the Wolf. The Hare was intelligent, sweet, a positive, gentle hero (or heroine, no one was really sure). The Wolf…. The Wolf was a hooligan. Unruly, eagerly turning to vandalism, breaking laws, and violence, he strutted on the streets, cigarette dangling from his snout. Despite his talents and best efforts, the Wolf failed to catch (and eat) the Hare, ending every episode with a threatening howl. ‘Well, just you wait!’ the character screamed.

The first time you watched the cartoon, he gently touched your laptop's screen over the Wolf, telling you he used to wear bell bottoms and smoke a long, long time ago.

You didn't have the heart to tell him you thought the Wolf was adorable, with his long hair and protruding belly. Capable of immense, glorious feats, he allowed himself to wallow in his basic desires, just like Alexei.

“What are you thinking?” You heard him ask and looked down to find his blue eyes directed at you, his chin still touching your chest.

“Volk,” you said softly, playing with his long hair, then scratching his beard. He chuckled low, his body shaking softly. “I want to see you dressed like a sailor, just like the Wolf. Some day.”

Alexei laughed, muffling his laughter on your skin, creating a trail of kisses as he moved to change positions. You thought he would turn over, pull you over him and crush you against his chest, as he often did, but he buried his face in your neck, kissing, licking, and nipping. His fingers played with your nipple gently.

“Well, Zayats, just you wait.” He growled into your ear; it made you shiver, eyes fluttering close. He moved, parting your legs and positioning himself between them, taking a brief moment to ensure you were wet enough to receive him.

Alexei would usually take sometime to prepare you, but when he looked up, into your eyes, you could see his need. He couldn't wait. You didn’t feel you could wait either.

But he was gentle, teasing you with the tip of his cock, before pressing into you. It felt like he would split you in half for a brief moment. He kissed you, gently rocking against your body until his cock completely entered you.

Alexei looked into your eyes as he waited for you to be more comfortable, while petting your hair. You sighed, and he placed some of the weight of his body over you, smothering you in a hug.

He moved slowly, alternating between kissing you and looking you into your eyes. It was if the world had melted, and only you two existed. You wanted him to move faster, but you couldn’t move, you couldn’t spur Alexei, so you whined, looking at him with big, pleading eyes.

“Now, now…” He shushed you softly, nuzzling your cheek. One of his hands moved against your hair, the other held your hips in place. “Patience, my little Hare.”

Alexei looked at you with the most adoring expression; he didn’t change the rhythm, just waited patiently until the sensation mounted and you started moaning, bucking against him. He just kept watching your face, eyebrows raised in expectation, waiting for the dam of your orgasm to break. You gasped, as if all the air came out of your lungs at once.

It didn’t take much after that. You came, immobilized under his body, grabbing his arms and shoulders, your nails on his skin. Alexei came just from watching you unravel, then moved to lay on his back, pulling you half on top of him.

You kissed his chest, now your turn to look up adoringly.

“You’re better than the Wolf in the cartoon, Alexei.” You whispered, as you kissed his chest gently.

“Hm? How so?” He looked down, placing a hand behind his head.

“You caught your Hare.”

“Damn right.” His laughter echoed through your apartment, and everything went back to normal.

#alexei shostakov x reader #alexei shostakov #red guardian #red guardian x reader #black widow #david harbour #alexei shostakov smut

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wayward-persephone · 1 year

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….Alexei making you say every one of his tattoos before you can cum.

Omg I can see him doing something like this if you ask him to help teach you Russian.

He'll have you on his lap, thick cock buried deep inside you, and stay perfectly still until you get the words right. Teasing remarks muttered in your ear, hands roaming over your body as he casually bounces you when you say something right, and if you get entire phrases right then he'll reward you with an orgasm.

But he will still keep you on his cock until he deems the lesson over and then it's time to play 😌

#alexei shostakov #black widow 2021 #alexei shostakov/red guardian #Alexei Shostakov headcanons #marvel cinematic universe headcanons #marvel cinematic universe #David Harbour #david harbour headcanons #david harbour x reader #alexei shostakov x reader #persephone answers

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radiantdanvers · 7 months

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Pov: You're the Red widow of the MCU and a part of Natasha's family

Masterlist

#thought this was a fun idea #black widow #red widow #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #alexei shostakov #melina vostokoff #platonic #x reader #x y/n #x you #marvel #mcu #pov #moodboard #fic ideas #fic inspo #pics not mine

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mjolnirswriststrap · 3 months

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PICKPOCKET

Yelena x F!Reader Masterlist

Word Count: 3,884

Summary: A taxi, an interview, a drink, and then an attempted abduction.

Warnings: fluff, it gets dark for like two seconds, a family of pickpockets, whoop whoop that’s the sound of da police.

The bustling streets of Cleveland were no match for someone 10 minutes late to an interview. This was your fifth job lined up this week, and you tanked the other four. You had no luck when it came to these things, and no one wants to hire someone without experience.

You have two weeks to figure something out, or else your landlord is kicking you from your tiny studio. It’s above a Chinese restaurant, so the smell and heat alone are not worth what she’s charging in rent. You know you don’t have any other options.

You find the corner you told the taxi to meet you at, but it is nowhere to be seen. You wait, no so patiently, biting the remnants of fingernails you have left. Like you said, you have no luck. You see the car stop at the red light across the intersection, and hope this driver doesn’t mind speeding.

You walk to the curb, raising your arm to hail the cab down. A blonde woman walks up in front of you, throwing her arm up walking backwards to match your stance. You have no clue what she’s doing; this taxi belongs to you.

“Excuse me?” You say, nudging past her to reach the car door faster. Her reflexes outmatch yours by a mile, she opens the door, sliding in. “I just thought, we share yeah?”

You stand holding the door open, looking side to side in disbelief. She can’t be serious. “Listen lady, I have an interview I’m already late for, I can’t do this today.” You plead.

You lean down to see the woman talking to the driver through the plexiglass. There’s no time to argue anymore. You slide into the black leather seat, slamming the door. “Me first.” You roll your eyes, jutting out the address of your destination.

The driver peels away, you take a chance to relax. Practiced questions go through your mind. You can’t mess this job up, you options were exhausted. You wipe your eyes, trying to ease the throbbing stress behind them. You pull your fingers away to see them covered in black streaks. Your eyes widen, you forgot you’re wearing makeup.

You grab your purse from beside you, searching for your bedazzled compact mirror. All of the contents of your bag were strewn across your lap, it’s gone. You throw your head back, grunting through your teeth. “What’s wrong?” Your co-passenger asks. You look over to her, the reason evident on your face.

“My mascara.” You say defeated. You know you must look like a pouting child to the woman. Her dark eyes give you pity, and her bottom lip puffs out. “Oh sweetie. I’ll help you.” She pulls a complimentary taxi tissue from the box between you. Wrapping it around her finger she test swipes under your eye.

You’re frozen in place, she’s absolutely gorgeous. You were too fogged by anger to even get a good look at her. If it wasn’t for her telling accent, you’d know she was foreign based on looks. No one from around here looked like her.

She reached forward with her other hand gently holding onto your chin; when a bump cause her fingers to run across your lips. Her eyes are focused on yours, meticulously wiping away the black lacquer. She pulls her tissued hand away, you think she’s finished. “How do I thank you?” You attempt to smile, she’s still holding your chin.

“Not finished.” She drops the tissue and licks her thumb, your eyebrows raise as she wipes just under your lip. “Lipstick.” She says casually, opting to wipe her finger on her shirt sleeve and not the tissue. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thank you.” You’re too embarrassed now to attempt a conversation.

“No need to thank me, I do it gladly for a pretty woman like you.” You laugh out loud, you were the runt of the litter compared to her. “You don’t have to say that.” You say, letting your hair fall in your face. How did you go from hating this woman for making you later; to wanting her to kiss you?

“That will be 12 dollars.” The driver breaks you out of the daze she put you in. You nod your head, fishing for your debit card. The blonde woman reaches past you, taping to pay on his card reader. “Go crush that interview, pretty woman.” She says, reaching past you again to open your door.

You’re speechless as she shoos you out of the cab. You turn to look at the office building behind you and the taxis already gone. You didn’t even get her name. You kick yourself as you walk into the building, the woman more present on your mind than the interview.

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That’s all it took, the woman’s face consuming your every thought. You didn’t overthink the questions the manager asked. You literally couldn’t, too preoccupied with the way the corners of her lips curled up. You smiled as you looked over your new work schedule. You knew you could do it, god, you’re so happy you could kiss that stranger in the back of the taxi.

You walk out of the building, eyes in a crescent shape, your smile touching each ear. “How did it go?” Your head jerks to the side and your smile instantly fades. What was once a meet cute is now an almost stalker situation. “What are you doing here?” You say, stopping in your tracks. No matter how attractive a person is, you always have your guard up.

She throws her hands up “Hey, no need to act that way. I just felt too invested to not know. So?” She says, not ashamed of her actions, fully expecting you to answer her. “I uh, I got the job.” You can’t help but to smile at your little victory.

“Sounds like we need to celebrate.” She says, pulling her phone from her pocket, searching for bars nearby. You find yourself raising your brows at the stranger yet again. “I’m sorry, but I don’t really hang out with strangers, who invaded my taxi.” You say, regretting turning her down.

She nods her head, stuffing her phone back into her pocket. “You know, I just thought you owe me.” She steps closer to you, entering your personal space. “You won’t get a drink with me but you’ll let me pay your fair?” You look up to meet her eyes, they have a deviance to them. “You did that before I had the chance.” You almost shy away from her, but then she’s telling you her name. “I’m Yelena, and you’re Y/N?”

“How do you know my name?” You say, anxiety coming back. “When he dropped me off, that’s what he called me.” She nods over to the taxi, idle on the curb. “So, can I buy you a drink for being a good girl and getting the job, or not?” Your cheeks blush, no one had ever called you a good girl before.

“One drink.” You say, trying to play off all the emotions flowing through you. “Yay, that’s what I like to see.” She says, grabbing your hand to pull you to the taxi. Her hand was warm, and strong, you don’t know if she saw it the way you did, but it had you gushing yet again.

“Three blocks down, take a right.” She says to the driver, undoubtedly happy to have so much business from you two. “I appreciate whatever interest you have in me, but what’s going on in your life that you can just minorly stalk a stranger?” You say, needing to know more about the mysterious woman.

She smiles at you, “I was bored.”. Hard to believe she had nothing better to do. “So you invaded my taxi for fun?” She shakes her head, “I came back, for fun.” She looks out the window and knocks on the glass “We’re here. Don’t wait up.”

You jump out of the car and wait on her to pay. What a gentleman you giggle to yourself. “Come with me.” She doesn’t reach for your hand this time. Instead she strides in front of you, swinging open the door to the little pub. “My mother works here, so free drinks.” She nods you in.

Can this day get any better you laugh to yourself. Now she grabs your hand and pulls you to the bar. “Mama, this is Y/N.” She yells over the drunk hum of the pub. Her mother looked too young to actually be her mother. They shared no resemblance at all. “Hello Y/N, I’m Melina.” She reaches out to shake your hand, but before she can, Yelena interrupts “Not her, Mama.” She says giver her mother a stern look.

Melina just blinks at her, giving you no indication on what she meant. She still reaches forward and shakes your hand, “It’s nice to meet one of Yelena’s friends.” She says.

“I wouldn’t go that far but.” You say, poking fun at you two being complete strangers. “We’re not friends.” Yelena says, clarifying that whatever this was, wasn’t friendly.

“Good to know.” You say, ordering a beer from her mom. Yelena sits on the stool beside you, speaking up when her mother walks away. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You take a swig of the beer that was at in front of you. “I didn’t take it any certain way.”. Yelena just looks at you, picking up her beer. “I like you more than that.” She takes a sip, looking away from you. So she was interested.

“So, Yelena, what else do you do besides pester strangers?” You flirt with her, picking at your nails and avoiding eye contact.

She grabs your hand, running her thumb across the peeled skin. “I like meeting new people, it’s not a crime.” You nod your head, letting her play with your fingers. “I’m kind of in my family business.” She says, not letting on to any more information.

“And what would that be? You can’t bring me to your moms bar and act coy now.” She downs the rest of her beer, looking over at you as the last few drops fall from the glass. “You wanna see the family business?” She stands, waving over her mother.

You nod, jumping off your stool. “I’ll see you at home Mama.” “You girls be safe, don’t hurt anyone!” You laugh out loud, not knowing how serious she was being. She starts walking down the sidewalk with you in tow. “Where are we going?” You say, bumping into a man that split Yelena and you apart. You roll your eyes, looking ahead to see Yelena picking up a woman’s purse for her. How caring, you think.

She walks beside you, looping her arm in yours. “To my house.” She says, stopping to smell fresh flowers at a kiosk. “First I meet your mom, now you’re taking me home. What did I do to deserve this?” You laugh.

She makes a quick turn down an alley, dragging you along. “It’s only weird if you make it weird.” She makes a great point. “This is me.” She says, opening a metal back door. “Nat, I’m Home.” She yells out, slinging down her bag.

“You’re home early.” A red head comes hopping down the stairs. She was just as beautiful as Yelena. Too gorgeous to be from around here. “Who’s this?” She says, aiming her attention towards you.

“I’m Y/N.” You give her a small wave, sheepishly standing behind Yelena. She smiles, mumbling to Yelena about needing to pay the water bill. “I’ll get it as soon as I can, it’s been a slow day.”

“Not slow, you’ve been preoccupied.” Nat bites back. Yelena groans “Let’s do this later, please.” She begs, not wanting to to make her company suffer through sisters arguing.

Nat turns around, ascending the stairs. “I thought you meant your business was out of your home, it looks pretty normal in here.” You say still in the dark.

“It is.” She points to the 70 inch tv behind her. You take a better look around and notice brand new appliances in the dilapidated kitchen. There were holes in the couch cover, but a MacBook was sitting on the coffee table. Your eyebrows furrow, “Not to be rude, but it kind of seems like your priorities are out of line. If the water bill needs paid, why own a Mac?” You might have overstepped.

“I’m trying to jailbreak it, it’s not ours.” She says, understanding your confused position. “Oh.” You say, still not understanding.

Yelena walks to the living room, sitting on the couch. “Wanna watch something?” She says, scrolling through Netflix. You accompany her, squeezing in on the love seat. “Of course, i didn’t have plans or anything.” You say sarcastically. This beautiful stranger could keep you here for days and you wouldn’t even notice that time past.

“I got you something.” She says, finally picking a movie. “How is that even possible, we met less than two hours ago.” She hadn’t been out of your sight since the interview. She pulls a tiny gold chain bracelet from her pocket. “I can’t accept that.” You say, feeling instant guilt that she spent money on you.

“It’s nothing, really.” She says, clasping it around your wrist. “I found it.”. You ogle the shining gold, you’d never owned anything like this. “How do I thank you?” You say, turning towards her in your seat. “Don’t, it’s nothing.” She assures you.

You look at your wrist to admire your new bracelet and see the time staring back at you. “It’s getting late, I should probably go.” You say, gathering yourself to leave. “Right.” Yelena says sadly, not letting you see the way her eyes hardened.

You take out a ripped piece of an envelope from your purse and quickly jot down your phone number. You lean over the couch, holding the paper beside her face, due to her keeping her back to you. “Call me.” You say, waiting for her to take the paper. She turns to give you a tight lipped smile and gently snatches the paper from you, throwing it down on the coffee table.

You wonder what changed, one second she’s gushing over you, now she’s acting like you really are a stranger. Walking out of the back alley door, you close it without another word. That was weird, you think to yourself as you make your way towards the smell of home.

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You smile as you walk up to a neon red dragon. A bell jingles when you enter, alerting Kevin that someone was here. “I’ll be right with you!” He has his back to you while on the phone, probably taking an order. “It’s just me Kev.” He turns around and gives you a smile, rolling his eyes pointing at the phone. You laugh, he always tells you about horrible customers.

The phone claps on the hook and he turns toward the counter. “You look like your day was worse than mine.” He says, packing a brown paper bag with white containers. You shake your head no. “It was just random. First this woman tries to steal my taxi,”. He raises an eyebrow at you. “Right! Dude I was so pissed. But something else happened that kind of made up for the bad start.” He places the packed bag under the heat lamps. “SPILL IT!” He says, wiping down the counter in front of you.

“I got the job!” You squeal, no one was in the restaurant or else you would’ve been scolded by Kevin’s dad. “Girl, I am so happy for you, now you can tell Mrs. Jones to suck it. You’re not going anywhere.” She was the restaurants landlord too. Kevin’s Dad had many problems with her in the past, but he always figured it out, he told you that you would figure it out too.

“Hopefully, just keep your fingers crossed that everything works out.” You say to him, a customer walks in and Kevin switches his attention. You phone dings and you pull it from your pocket.

Unknown: sorry about earlier, I wanna see you again.

You stare down at the screen, maybe she didn’t have a change of heart. Kevin walks back up to you, his apron gone and the kitchen lights off. Typing out a quick reply you stand from your stool. “Who you texting?” He says, curious.

“No one, just the woman from the taxi…” you say, hoping he doesn’t catch on. “And why would you be texting her?” He ushers you out of the store, locking up for the night.

“We might have gotten a drink after the interview. And I might have went back to her house.” You look at your feet, far too ashamed to face your friend.

“Okay, where do I even begin? Are you crazy?” Kevin says, grabbing your arm, stopping you from turning down the alley to your door. “Hear me out.” You laugh, trying to play off the severity of it.

Kevin crosses him arms, “Please, explain why you threw caution to the wind and went on a rendezvous with a possible murderer. I’m listening.”.

“First of all, she’s not a murderer. Secondly, she’s hot.” You say, finally making the short walk to your door. You unlock it and look behind you. Kevin shakes his head in disapproval, “Just, promise to be safer next time?” He asks, pressing a button on his key that makes a loud beeping sound. The headlights of his car flickered against the side of the building.

“Yeah, yeah, promises, promises. Get home safe.” You wave him off as you walk into your stairway entry. Climbing the stairs in the dark. You reach the top to see your front door cracked open, a light coming from inside.

You’re sure you locked both doors before you left. You slowly step into the small studio, you’re facing the open bathroom door when you enter. No one was in there, unless they’re hiding behind your clear shower curtain. You step out from behind the door to see someone sitting in your chair, facing the window.

Without thinking you shout out, “What are you doing in my house?”. If you could slap yourself right now, you would. You constantly say the wrong thing, and here you were being slightly too nice to an intruder. They turn the chair around and every hair on your body stands.

“Yelena?” You say, terror showing in your eyes. She just sits there. “How do you know where I live? Why are you here? Did you break into my house?” You take a step back, not wanting to believe it.

“I had to, you gave me no other choice. Running away like that earlier.” She ignores your other questions. You scoff, “I wasn’t running away. It got late, besides I don’t really have to explain myself to you.” Your hand reaches in your pocket, grasping your phone.

You know you should’ve called the police as soon as you seen the door open. But you just can’t help yourself. Yelena noticed your hand gripping something. “I think you might have mistaken my kindness.” She says. A chill runs down the back of your spine, “What? This?” You take the golden chain from your wrist, and throw it to her lap.

She wraps it around her fingers, smiling. “You should feel lucky, I don’t take every girl to meet my mom.” She says, standing up and walking towards you. You take another step before your back hits the wall. You look to your right, the dark stairs were your only exit. Before you could react she was slamming the door on your foot.

You scream out in pain and try to pry the door off your foot. Yelena steps closer to you now that you’re trapped. “You’re a psycho!” You yell in her face. Kevin was right, the woman from the taxi is a murderer.

“Why do you make things so hard for yourself, huh?” She caresses your cheek and you push her hand away. “See?” She tuts.

She opens the door and you jerk your foot free. You lung toward your kitchenette. A knife block sat at the edge of your counter. Maybe if you had a knife she’d leave. Before you could take a step she trips you, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back. She leads you to your bed.

You don’t fight back in fear of her breaking your arm. You know you can’t scream. Kevin was the last one out down stairs. The carpet store next door was closed because the owners were on vacation. You’re forced to sit down on the edge of it. She doesn’t let go of your arm and stands in front of you. “What do you want?”.

Tears start to form in your eyes. Yelena juts out her bottom lip and runs her hand over your hair, “Don’t cry baby girl, I don’t want to hurt you.” She coos.

You roll your eyes “then what?” You can’t play along for much longer before you really try to escape. “Natasha says I’m not good with rejection.” She says, inspecting the threads on your shirt.

You feel something in your heart, like it broke a little bit for her, how could she possibly think you rejected her. “I would never reject you, look at you.” You say, pleading for this to end. It almost hurt your feelings being in her presence reminded you how Neanderthal you were compared to her.

“Then why did you leave?” She says, acting like she has all the answers. “You left to go sit in an empty Chinese restaurant.” She says, looking at her feet, now not feeling so confident, she thought she wasn’t as important as fortune cookies and low mein.

“Kevin closes up alone every night, what kind of friend would I be if I let him do that? There’s safety in numbers, that is all, I promise. I would’ve stayed if it wasn’t for that.” You explain yourself to her, just like you said you didn’t have to do.

You find yourself feeling guilty, like this was all a misunderstanding. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I was running away from you.” You look up into her eyes, “let’s just forget all this, okay?” You say, desperately needing her to remove the pressure from your arm.

“I don’t think I can do that. What’s stopping you from turning me in for breaking and entering? What’s stopping you from pressing charges?” She says, thinking over her options.

The words spill from your mouth before you have a chance to stop them “Why would I call the cops on my girlfriend? That’s not very nice.” You say, playing along with her psycho antics. You force a smile, even though your arm was on fire.

Yelena searches your eyes for sincerity, she must have found some, since she releases you arm and massages your shoulder. “Sorry about that.” She says, sitting beside you on the bed.

You nod, rubbing your nervous hands on your knees. “Girlfriend huh?” Yelena teases. You look over to her, wondering if she’s serious. “Break into my house and subdue me huh?”.

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