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“It’s a fighting pose. You’re a total poser. I’m not a poser.”

“Esto que haces cuando peleas. Esa cosa con el brazo y el pelo. Cuando haces como una pose de pelea”

Black Widow (2021), Viuda Negra (2021), dir. Cate Shortland

Rachel Weisz as Melina Vostokoff

In the mood for some domestic Black Widow family moments. I love this dysfunctional family so much

IG: mintysarts

the suburbs - ii

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the widow family - alexei, melina, natasha, yelena x fem!reader

word count: ~1.4k words

a/n: this is part two of the suburbs au…enjoy!

this was partially inspired by these headcanons written by the lovely @ynscrazylife. thank you so much (again, again, again) for allowing me to write something inspired by your content. if you end up wanting me to take this down, don’t hesitate to ask.

warnings: general angst, only proofread like once

requests are open!

milaya - honey

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

taglist:@thewidowsghost@imapotatao

It took quite some time (4 days to be exact) for your mother to cool off. Honestly, you needed time to think everything over as well, so the time was welcomed. In those few days, you felt like you were in a state of limbo, suspended in an overwhelmingly tedious void of confusion and curiosity.

But once that time had passed, you finally decided that you wanted- no, needed to know. Enough was enough. You had gone long enough not knowing about these shadowy figures of your parents’ past.

Taking a deep breath, you went downstairs to your parents sitting at the table. They sat together in uncomfortable silence, knowing what you were about to ask of them.

“Mama, Papa,” you began, sitting down at the opposite side of the table from where they sat. “I want to know.”

“We know, milaya,” your father said in a gruff whisper. He looked to your mother, taking her hand in his, seemingly asking if she was ready. She nodded once in response.

“So..?”

“Natasha and Yelena,” the woman stammered nervously, “were…our daughters.”

“For three years, we lived in Ohio for a mission that I cannot even remember the point of,” the man continued. “So boring, I know this. Tedious. Dreykov leaving me, Red Guardian, to rot. Still unbelievable.”

“But once we were found,” the man continued, “we come home. We never saw Natasha and Yelena again.”

What did they mean ‘never saw them again?’ What, did they die? Did they get left behind? Also, who the hell was Dreykov? You’d never heard that name before. You had to keep pushing, unaware of the terrible secrets you’d uncover.

“Never saw them again? What happened?”

They looked at each other, sharing a sympathetic look before finally revealing the truth. Stumbling over her words, Melina said, “We surrendered them to an organization we previously worked for. They were supposed to be trained to become elite spies and assassins.”

“For all we know, our daughters are dead. We may as well treat them as such.”

Fuck. That hit like a truck. And it wasn’t just you who was struck by that. You watched as your father stood, grabbing a bottle of vodka off of a high shelf of your mother’s massive bookshelf. He poured himself and your mother some into two shot glasses he retrieved from the same shelf.

He took his shot down quickly, not a sign of dislike or disgust on his face. He soon poured another. Your mother, on the other hand, took a moment to even grab the glass. You watched as her hand shook, the liquid in the glass nearly spilling out for a moment. Just like your father, she downed it quickly but cringed at the taste. She never had been a drinker.

It was silent for a few minutes. It took you a moment, but you returned back to your room, just needing to think it all out. What had started as time to think alone in the comfort of your bedroom quickly became a long nap.

You woke up later that day to knocking at your door, rolling over to look at the alarm clock whose red numbers blinked 21:48 (that’s 9:48 pm). You sat up, rubbing your tired eyes as you called for the person to enter. It was your mother and she had a box of things.

She placed it on the floor and sat behind it, patting the floor for you to join her there. “Mama, what is this?”

“I have more to show you,” she whispered, opening the box. The first item she pulled out was a fairly large book, placing it in your hands. Curiously, you lifted the cover to reveal pictures of two young girls: one blonde and the other a brunette with a hint of red. It showed them at various different ages, but it was clear that the blonde was younger.

You flipped through it, your eyes scanning each and every page for a hint of something. You didn’t know what you were looking for, but you felt some inexplicable urge to find it. Perhaps it was reality. You needed to see that this was real. What would show it, you had no idea. Maybe a picture of your mother or father would do the trick, but they made no appearance in any of the pictures.

Somehow, Melina knew exactly what you were looking for and placed a small handful of old photos on the book. They were of her and Alexei, bright and young and, most notably, happy. They looked so new and shiny, like life hadn’t yet broken them in, which, of course, it hadn’t.

You flipped through pictures of your parents in all sorts of settings; at some home you didn’t recognize, underneath some colorful ferris wheel, some zoo in God knows where, by a train, in a plane. They appeared in so many places, it honestly shocked you. They weren’t much interested in travel and sightseeing anymore now that they were older.

That wasn’t enough for you. You wanted- no, needed more. You needed to feel them, to be them. So you had no choice but to ask.

“What were they like?”

“Natasha, this one,” she pointed to the older girl in a picture, “was so good. She had a fire in her soul and a heart in her chest. A big one. She really cared, especially about little Yelena.”

“She was just like a sister should be, protective, caring, attentive. She reminded me so much of myself,” the woman said, pausing as her heart fell heavy with emotion. “But I could never be like her.”

“I could never be soft and understanding. I never have been, and you know this. I try every day, but I can’t live up to Natasha…I doubt anyone can.” She stared at the pictures for a moment, seemingly overcome with emotion. Whether it was grief or pride, it was impossible to tell.

“What about Yelena? What was she like?”

Snapping out of her silence, a small smile spread across her face. “Yelena was so much fun. She must have been 6 when it all ended, and I loved every minute we had together.”

“She used to call fireflies 'forest stars,’ and I would tell her the glow was from bioluminescence. 'Bio-goomin-feasants’ is what she would say.”

Your mother went on to tell you so much about the younger girl. Eventually, she got to the topic of American Pie by Don McLean. Since you didn’t know the song, she pulled a record out of the box and placed it on the record player in the corner of your room. The two of you listened in silence, the only noise besides the song was Melina humming along at times. Once it ended, she took it off of the record player, saying that “American Pie was her song. She would never stop listening to it. She would ask us to play it, and we couldn’t say no. Not to her at least.”

You listened to everything she had to say about the two girls, not knowing what to ask next. Standing up, Melina put the lid back on the box, sliding it to you. “I want you to have these, but promise me it’ll never leave this house.”

You held out your pinky finger to her, making her chuckle in response and intertwine her pinky with yours. She gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and left you with the box of memories and a need to know your sisters as best as you could.

Days and weeks passed, and you tried your damndest to connect with Natasha and Yelena. You knew they knew nothing of your existence and had come to terms with that as best you could. Still, that didn’t stop you from somehow feeling mournful for the sisters you both never had and had never even met.

Without memories to remember or experiences to fall back on, you felt empty. Like a part of you was missing. It felt like doing a puzzle only to find out that the last piece is gone, and even after looking everywhere, you can’t find it. How were you possibly supposed to fix that?

the suburbs - i

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the widow family - alexei, melina, natasha, yelena x fem!reader

word count: ~1.5k words

a/n: this is part one of the suburbs au, and i’m pretty proud of it…enjoy!

this was partially inspired by these headcanons written by the lovely @ynscrazylife. thank you so much (again, again) for allowing me to write something inspired by your content. if you end up wanting me to take this down, don’t hesitate to ask.

warnings: angst sO MUCH FUCKING PAIN THE ENTIRE BEGINNING IS BASICALLY A NOVELIZATION OF THE BEGINNING OF BLACK WIDOW…THEN IT JUST GETS WORSE FROM THERE…i’m sorry in advance also it wasn’t beta’d (and i only reread it like twice)

requests are open!

milaya - honey

part 1 | part 2|part 3

There was a family. They lived happily in Ohio in the 1990s. Mother, father, and two young daughters lived a normal life. At least, it seemed that way.

One night, once the father came home to his family just in time for dinner, he pulled the mother aside. “How long do we have,” the woman asked.

“I don’t know. Like, an hour, maybe.”

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Don’t say that,” the man said softly, bringing his hand up to her cheek. They stared into each others’ eyes, knowing what they had to do next.

Returning to the kids at the dinner table, he said, “Girls…you remember when I told you that one day we would have that big adventure? Today’s the day.” And so, the family rushed out of the house, headed for an airstrip to take them away.

“I want my song,” the younger girl said to her parents as they drove. The man pushed the cassette into the car’s player. “Bye, bye, Miss American Pie,” the little girl sang along. She had no idea what was happening.

Moments after they got out of the car at their destination, the authorities arrived, guns blazing. They got into the plane mostly unscathed, except for the woman who had been shot in the shoulder.

In place of her now-injured mother, a young girl flew the plane, receiving instructions from the injured woman. Her father held onto a wing of the plane with a gun, attempting to rid his family of the obstacles, the authorities, in their way. All the while, a younger girl, merely six years old, watched in fear. Having gotten rid of the authorities, the family flew peacefully–or as peacefully as they could–home.

Hours later, the family landed safely somewhere in Cuba. The mother was whisked away on a stretcher for her wounds to be treated. Her daughters ran after her, holding her hand as they went along. Meanwhile, the father spoke to a colleague of his.

Shoved off of their mother, the youngest girl ran to her father, but a soldier grabbed her by the arm. Her sister, protective as ever, kicked the soldier away from her, grabbed his gun, and pointed it at the soldiers around them. The eldest daughter threatened to harm the soldiers, just wishing to protect her sister.

“Honey.”

She pointed it at her father.

“You’re gonna need to hand me that gun.”

The girl faltered, her hand slipping down slightly as tears welled in her green eyes. “I don’t want to go back there,” she said to her father between gasps, “I want to stay in Ohio.”

Her father came closer, holding his hand out for the gun as she said, “You can’t take her…you can’t.”

“She’s only six.”

“You were even younger,” the man replies, taking the gun gently. “It’s okay.” Uncocking it, he crouches down, whispering a gentle “come here” to his crying daughters.

“You’re gonna be alright.” He kissed his youngest daughter’s head gently before continuing. “Do you know why it’s gonna be alright? ‘Cause my girls are the toughest girls in the world,” he said with a tightly clenched fist.

“You’re gonna take care of each other, okay? And everything, everything’s gonna be fine.”

A pair of soldiers approached the girls and their father, pressing the syringes into the girls’ necks and releasing the contents into them. The girls were taken away from their solemn father, unconscious.

“That one, she has fire in her,” the man’s colleague says, his Russian accent a stark contrast from everyone elses’. “What was her name?”

“Natasha.”

“Ah, Natasha.”

That was the last time the father and mother saw their daughters for a long, long time.

But the family was not as it seemed. They were not a real family, rather a false one composed of Russian spies. Based off of that alone, the family was meant to appear like any other family, but void of any actual attachment to each other. That was how it was planned, how it was supposed to go, but not everything goes according to plan.

Eventually, mother and father, Melina and Alexei, began to miss their adopted daughters. Wishing just to rid themselves of the heartache, they sought comfort in the only people who could understand their pain: each other.

And for a time, all was good (or as good as it could be given the circumstances). Eventually, Melina fell pregnant. There was no doubt that Alexei was the father.

Months passed by and Melina refused to see Alexei. “I’m on a mission,” or “I’m busy” were her excuses. It wasn’t that she wanted to raise this child alone. She just wasn’t sure how Alexei would react. Questions raced through her mind.

Would Alexei want to surrender this child to the same people they surrendered Natasha and Yelena to a few years prior? Would he even recognize the child as his own?

Soon enough, Melina decided to quarantine herself from everything now that she was showing. Without mentioning it to anyone, Alexei decided to stop by. He hadn’t seen or heard from the woman in quite some time, so he wanted to see if she was alright. Needless to say, it was quite a shock to see her pregnant.

“Is it..?”

“Yes.”

It was on that night that Alexei decided to move into Melina’s homestead in St. Petersburg together. They spoke about everything that night. You mainly, but also everything else. What Alexei would or would not do, how you would be hidden.

Mere weeks later, you were born. To protect you, they gave you the surname Garin. It means “guardian,” an obvious reference to Alexei being the Red Guardian. All was well for a time.

Growing up, you always heard the names Natasha and Yelena being thrown around, but you had never figured out who they were. You couldn’t help but wonder why.

Your parents rarely spoke about them. Melina only barely mentioned them when you weren’t around. Maybe she did it to protect you, but how was withholding the truth protecting you? Alexei was more open to speaking about them, but again, barely.

You would ask about them every so often, but they always dismissed your questions. All you got was “Nobody you need to know, little one,” a kiss on the head, and then the subject was changed promptly. As you asked more and more, Melina became frustrated with you. She knew you well and was sure that you wouldn’t back down until you found out. But she was just as headstrong.

Eventually, her frustration built up to its peak, leaving Melina to explode as if she were a volcano.

“You can’t just let it go, can you? Hm?”

You had almost never seen your mother angry. She was always so level-headed, even when your father was being a total idiot. She had never resorted to yelling, but this…this was new. Clearly, you had struck a nerve. Not that you meant to, of course. You just wanted to know the truth.

“Melina,” Alexei chimes in a futile attempt to soothe the woman. “She just wishes to know the truth. Can we not tell her? What harm could it do?”

“No! You listen to me. The truth is not for everyone to know. We know, and we’ve moved past everything. We’ve moved on, haven’t we?”

Alexei went silent. In all honesty, he had never quite gotten past Natasha and Yelena. He hated himself every day for surrendering them to Dreykov. But there was no undoing that now. There was no redo, no chance to take it back. He had to deal with the consequences of his actions.

“Natasha and Yelena,” she paused, moving past the pain of merely saying their names, “may as well be dead. They must hate us for what we did to them! And rightfully so. I would feel the same if my mother and father gave me up.”

There it was. Melina’s greatest mistake, her grand error. A mere slip of the tongue told you everything you needed to know. She knew you understood now.

You were speechless. How could your loving mother and father give up people, whom you could only assume were your sisters? Is that even what happened?

“Go to your room, milaya,” Alexei said, a hint of franticness in his voice. You simply nodded, running upstairs to your room. Closing the door behind yourself, you sunk to the floor. You tried to will yourself to cry, but no tears would come. The shock of the truth was too great.

But you wanted to- no, needed to know more. As questions raced through your head, you were left wondering if this truth was really worth it after all.

Was that actually what happened? Was Melina exaggerating? Were they planning to do whatever they did to Natasha and Yelena to you?

After everything that had just happened, you weren’t so sure if you wanted to find out.

the suburbs (au) - 2/3

the widow family - alexei, melina, natasha, yelena x fem!reader

summary:after natasha and yelena were taken away, melina and alexei were heartbroken. as they sought comfort in each other, you were born. being the daughter of a black widow and the red guardian, your life was filled with questions that your parents couldn’t (or wouldn’t) answer. who were natasha and yelena? why wouldn’t your parents tell you?

genre: angst, eventual fluff

warnings:kindakidnapping (alexei giving up nat + yelena to dreykov), mentions of mind control via the red room, a broken family, general angst and sadness

a/n: this was partially inspired by these headcanons written by the lovely @ynscrazylife. thank you so much (again) for allowing me to write something inspired by your content. if you end up wanting me to take this down, don’t hesitate to ask.

though i plan for this series to be 3 parts long, i may eventually expand onto this au (likely in blurbs) if i get requests to do so or have some grand idea.

taglist:@thewidowsghost@imapotatao

the series

the suburbs - how it all began

the suburbs by arcade fire

the past and pending - learning the story

the past and pending by the shins

garden song - finale

garden song by phoebe bridgers

side note: anything crossed out means it’s a work in progress (wip)

incorrectlymcu:

black widow (2020)

should I predict black widow

watch me get this wildly wrong

• contrary to what people believe, I think Yelena doesn’t die, but maybe alexei if they have to kill someone from widow fam
• melina is in kahoots with taskmaster but not taskmaster himself
• taskmaster is someone Nat might have been intimate with but never really shown before (????) maybe an ex lover of sorts

DHDJDHDJDHD I DONT KNOW THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR SO LONG

black widow just became my favorite marvel movie of all time omfg

i can’t believe it took nearly 15 years for the QUEEN, literally the BEST avenger, to FINALLY get her own solo movie

“I… am a LIBRARIAN!”

And we’ve got some 100Soft Black Widow emoji on Twitter!

#BlackWidow gives us the iconic hourglass:

#NatashaRomanoff gives us Natasha with her hair down in her new white suit:

#YelenaBelova gives us Yelena in her white suit and vest:

#MelinaVostokoff gives us Melina with a side ponytail:

Both #AlexeiShostakov and #RedGuardian give us Alexei in his Red Guardian mask:

Let me know if you find any more!

Gonna watch the movie today, Happy Black Widow day!!