#yelena belova fic

[yelenaslyubov]

Twin Size Mattress (yelena belova university AU)

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a/n: heyyyy everyone! well i kept my promise one way or another and i finally have a piece written for you all! i’m sorry if it’s not up to par compared to my other stories, but it’s been a while and i feel a little rusty when it comes to this type of thing. i wanted to try something different for this time around and i think i accomplished that. also, let me know if you guys like the university AU aspect of this bc i might just be able to continue it a little bit (i say maybe loosely lol). in addition, i added a fun little moment of adding the outfits the characters would be wearing!! i hope you guys enjoy this new story and hopefully there will be more to come! it’s good to be back🥹🥹i hope to see more of you soon🫶

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova (AU) x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, fingering, oral, dom!reader, mentions of alcohol, language

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: you and yelena have been going to college together for the past couple years. when a college football game commences, you and yelena spend the day together and finish it off with a bang

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 3.7k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ yelena’s outfit

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ reader’s outfit

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The pressing weight of your backpack dug into your shoulders as you quickly made your way to Yale’s school of art. Though your major was in English, you had connections that allowed you to use the photography facilities located elsewhere. Your bag was full of books, film equipment, and the negatives that you were anxious to develop.

It was college game day, the Harvard vs. Yale game to be more specific, so shoving through blue and red crowds of students was at the bottom of your list. Your trip to the dark room had to be short because even though you hated the idea of all things sports, you felt that tradition outweighed your personal grievances.

As you shut the door to the room and found yourself alone with the quiet, red space, your mind seemed to lighten. The pictures you had brought with you made their way out of your bag and into the developing process. You went through the usual motions until you hung them up to dry. Before you were beautiful headshots and silhouettes of your roommate, Yelena.

While most were taken with the consent of Yelena, there were some too extraordinary to possibly miss out on. The red hues accentuated the curves you so desperately longed to stroke. Of course, this information was unbeknownst to her.

She was the reason why you were so anxious to develop the pictures. Looking through the lense that wonderful day made you so much more excited to see them all finished. The day had been an exciting one. During the summer before the two of you went back to school you had a day at the beach. The weather was perfect, and she was perfect. She wore this lilac swim set that complimented her blonde hair and summer kissed skin so well you thought you would never be able to tear your eyes away from her.

As you went through each picture of her smiling, laughing, and being her usual self you came across the pictures that you tried so hard not to take. Your desire got the better part of you at this moment. The pictures arose of her laying belly down on her towel, a perfect view of her toned back paired with her other curves you could barely speak of. It was hard not to think about that day without becoming wildly sad that she had no idea you liked her with everything inside you.

These few intimate pictures would go where the rest of them are; hidden away in your journal. It was easier this way because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship that you valued so much. But what if she felt the same? You pulled yourself out of your delusions or else you might start to have hope.

She must have read your mind because your phone started ringing and as you pulled it out of your bag, Yelena’s face was vibrating on your screen.

“Hello?” you answered

“Where are you? You better not still be in that stupid dark room!” The sound of massive crowds were loud on the other side of the phone, but your voice drowned out every noise that could be taking place.

“Ha, funny story…”

“Seriously! The game starts soon, y/n. Hurry!”

“You miss me or something, Belova?”

She chuckled once. “And if I did?”

There was silence on your end because your one moment of bravery was already spent, leaving you speechless. “Uhm I’ll start heading your way right now. I should only be about 15 minutes out.”

“Perfect, I’ll save you a seat!”

“Thanks, Lena. Love you, bye,” you said naturally.

It was only then did you realize the words that slipped out of your mouth. Love you, really? You hoped that she thought it wasn’t how you really meant it.

After your stupid mistake, you took your pictures, tucked them away in your journal, and took off out of the building. The day was sunny but the fall crisp in the air took the edge off of the heat from the sun. Even from far away you could hear the triumph of the marching band playing their game day songs. Though your dislike of sports was one thing, there was a certain feeling you got on days like this; the music, the people, the adrenaline, that really made you succumb to the American tradition.

Finding Yelena in the crowd would be the easy part, the hard part would be keeping your eyes off her the entire afternoon. Luckily, she generally picked the same area each game day to sit so it wouldn’t be an extreme challenge to spot her out.

Your suspicion came true when you saw her jumping up and down a few aisles up from the front towards the 40 yard line. She was dressed in her usual Yelena chic, but with a hint of school spirit. You smiled to yourself at her excitement for the game and waited to see if she noticed you walking up to greet her.

“You’re here!” she yelled. She shuffled through other people on her row and fell into your arms. The strong smell of her cologne filled your nose and warmed your heart. You hugged her tightly back and squeezed the leather jacket that was draped around her. “You almost missed the game,” she whined.

“Lena, kickoff hasn’t even started, but I see that hasn’t stopped you from starting early.” You eyed the cold beer she had in her Yale koozie.

“Oh hush and let me be. Now get in there so we can watch.” As you were sneaking past other students Yelena tapped you on the ass and giggled. This was nothing unusual for Yelena, but each time she did it, it made your cheeks glow red.

The two of you settled into your places in the stadium surrounded by a couple of your friends and watched the game begin. The first half of the game was intense with each team up and down on scores. When the buzzer sounded to notify it was halftime everyone seemed to sigh in relief. The crowds started to shuffle again to take a quick intermission before the second half.

“So y/n, what photos were you able to get this time?” Yelena asked.

It was the question you were avoiding answering. If you pulled out the few you wanted to show her, the rest you spent your time hiding would be exposed as well.

“Oh they weren’t anything important, just a couple rolls I hadn’t developed yet.” You tried to play it cool not to give it away.

“Everything of yours is important to me.” Her saying that just made it so much harder to keep them all a secret. “Come on, please show me.”

She gave you her best pouty face and it was so unfortunate that it worked. You rolled your eyes and tried to open the journal in your bag so you could find the pictures you wanted her to see. Once they were all collected you passed them over to her and her face lit up.

“The day at the beach! I remember these.” She flipped through them with a grin on her face. She laughed when the picture of you popped up with your pants soaking yet from the ocean waves. “You were so pissed.”

“Pissed is an understatement,” you added. She smiled up at you and your stomach was tied up in knots. You weren’t sure whether it was the dimples that just so sneakily showed up, her rosy lips, or the bright green eyes that you could finally see without her sunglasses getting in the way.

“These are so amazing— you’re amazing. I need copies of these,” she begged.

“Anything for you,” you smiled.

“Anything?” Yelena smirked.

Your cheeks darkened red. “Shut up.” You shoved her a little with your shoulder.

By the time you showed all your creations off to Yelena the second half of the game was in full swing.

The second was more intense than the first due to Yale being behind for most of the game. Yelena was starting to become too anxious for your liking, and you hoped for her sake that you guys could pull out the win. There was a minute left on the clock and Yelena practically had your arm in a chokehold.

“Fucking run the ball, jackass!” Yelena yelled.

“Hey now, you wanna simmer down a little for me?” you asked, hoping to calm her down a bit.

She chuckled a little and leaned into your arm more. “Sorry, sorry. Anything for you,” she mocked from your previous words.

She quickly turned her head back so she could enjoy the last minute of the game. Her grip only became tighter around your arm as the clock ticked down to the wire. The whistle sounded to indicate that Yale called for a timeout. They needed to sort out their plans if they were going to try and pull out this win. They were down 28-24 with only around 30 seconds to go.

Once they were back in the game the crowd went wild, Yelena included. Number 13 got a hold of the ball and ran all the way to the end zone for a touchdown. Yelena screamed like she never had before and threw her hands up in the air. You cheered along with her at your school’s win. Yelena jumped into your arms out of excitement and you held her tightly as you swept her up in the air.

“We did it, Lena!” you cheered.

She found her footing back on the ground and she grabbed your face and looked into your eyes. “We did it!” The pure shock on your face made her recoil back a bit which resulted in her having matching cheeks just like yourself. “Uh- I- I’m sorry.”

“No, no. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you smiled. “Let’s just get out of here before we’re all packed in.”

You said goodbye to your friends right before a Yelena grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowd. You knew it meant nothing, but having your hand in hers was a dream come true.

When you had made it out of the crowd, it seemed as though the two of you forgot you were still linked together. You quickly broke it off before she could say anything about it.

“So, are we going to keep walking with nowhere to go or are you taking me out?” Yelena smirked.

“Am I what?” you questioned.

“You really are worked up today.” Yelena laughed, but you knew it was true and you didn’t know how else to hide it.

“Why don’t we go back to my dorm? My roommate isn’t there like usual so we could watch a movie or something?”

“Do you have popcorn?” she asked and you nodded. “Then it’s a deal.”

The two of you talked and laughed on the walk to your dorm. Like usual, Yelena made it so difficult to not stare at her. She had such a unique confidence that drew you deeper and deeper into her presence. The way she carried herself was like no other.

When you made it into your room Yelena immediately started searching for your snacks that you kept in the drawers under your bed. You set your things down on your desk and sat down in your chair.

“Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes?” Yelena asked.

“I don’t know why you even ask anymore, Lena. Your closet consists of half of my clothes anyway,” you laughed.

She rolled her eyes and started taking her clothes off to change. Trying not to watch her change was not easy to come by. You turned around in your chair and pretended to unload your back from the day. What Yelena didn’t know is that your mirror allowed the perfect angle to see different parts of her.

What really got you was the matching black bra and underwear that revealed itself as she took her clothes off. This surprise caused you to knock a few things off your desk in the process, one of them being your journal. Naturally, Yelena turned around to try and help.

“What did you do, get angry and throw things off the desk?” Yelena laughed. It was awful timing to have other pictures that Yelena did not see poking out of your journal. “What are these?”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“Y/n, what are these?”

“Just pictures…”

Yelena stared at you puzzlingly as she picked up the journal off the floor and opened it to reveal the hidden pictures inside. Her brows furrowed as she inspected each one in great detail.

“Y/n, these are…so beautiful.”

You stood there staring down at the pictures or anywhere else in the room, just so you didn’t have to look at her.

“Why didn’t you show me these?” Yelena’s voice was softer now, more gentle. “Y/n?”

“I-I don’t know… I guess I thought you would think it was weird,” you replied shyly.

“Why would it be weird?”

Shit. If you told her why then she would know how you felt, but if you say nothing at all that’s not any better. You were stuck.

“I don’t know…”

She searched your face from any indication of an explanation. There was so much happening that you almost forgot Yelena was half naked.

“These are beautiful.”

“Only because you’re in them,” you bravely said.

Yelena blushed, something you didn’t see very often. “Damn y/l/n, you sure do know the way to my heart.”

“I’m serious.” You felt like your world had stopped at the thought of where this was going. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, Yelena. How could I not take those pictures that day?”

Yelena was quiet now. You weren’t sure whether this was good or bad. You were tired of being subtle, especially now that you had her right where you wanted her.

“I don’t know what to say,” Yelena said. Her eyes were full of something you hadn’t seen before.

You looked at her for a moment trying to build up your confidence one last time because you knew if you didn’t then you would never be able to do this.

“For once Belova, I would love it if you said nothing at all.” You stepped closer so you could delicately slide your hands up behind her neck. She looked taken off guard, but she definitely was not fighting it. When Yelena took her hands and placed them around the straps of your overalls and pulled you closer so you were face to face, you knew she might’ve wanted this just as much as you.

“Just kiss me already,” she whispered close enough you could feel the breath on your lips. With her words you threw your lips against hers in a kiss that you waited much too long for. Your lips moved against hers as your hands were tangled in her blonde waves. Yelena pulled and grabbed at anything on you just to make you even closer to one another.

You shifted your position to try and push yourself against Yelena so that she may lean against the bed. You knew exactly what your intentions were as of now, but you were not sure how Yelena would feel about it.

The first brush of her tongue against yours sent shivers down your spine and you weren’t sure if she heard your quiet moan or not. You saved your restraint for so many months, so now there was nothing holding you back. Your lips traveled away from hers to down her soft neck. You placed rough and hungry kisses along the nape of her neck and you could tell just by her demeanor that she was having a hard time keeping quiet.

“Uhm, what about your roommate?” Yelena asked in between heavy breaths

“What about them?”

“What if they, you know, walk in?” You must have found a sweet spot on her neck because her question ended with a whine.

“They’re never here.”

“But what if-”

“Just shut up already,” you said.

You smiled against her lips as you threw her shoulders down on the bed as gently as you could. It was hard to take things slow when you had been craving exactly this for far too long.

As your hungry lips continued to move against Yelena’s, you found your fingers playing with the band of her underwear. Your fingers traced all along the skin that was covered.

“I want to see every part of you that was hiding in these photos,” you said. Your mind went back to the day you took those sexy pictures of her and it made you even more desperate for what was hiding beneath Yelena’s garments.

“I just need you to touch me,” Yelena said, breathless. “Please touch me.”

You were quick to pull down her panties to reveal a sight you never thought you would have the pleasure of seeing. Even the panties that brushed against her pussy made her wince in pleasure.

“Please,” begged Yelena.

After undressing her bottom, in one swift motion you unhooked her bra.

“You want me to touch you like this?”

You placed your lips around one of her nipples as you watched her head fall into the bed. Your tongue made its way to circle around her nipple, slowly building up her desire.

Without thinking, you slightly tugged on her nipple with your teeth. Yelena moaned just loud enough for you to hear. It was the most beautiful sound that you had been dying to hear since you met her.

You wanted to move on further.

“Or I could maybe touch you like this?”

Your hand was almost shaking as it made its way down to get center. Your fingers slowly but surely made small circles on her clit. Now, Yelena was panting with lust and trying to keep quiet despite what you wanted.

“Fuck, Lena. You’re so wet.” You couldn’t help yourself from pointing out the obvious. The wetness that covered her only made yours grow.

Yelena had her mouth covered now, most likely paranoid that others would hear her like she had said earlier.

“I want to hear you,” you demanded.

Yelena was moaning softly through her hand now, a reaction to your words.

“Be a good girl and take your hand away from your mouth. I want to hear you.”

She did as you wished and removed her hand. The hand that previously resided over her mouth was now gripped onto the bed.

You took a minute to admire her before moving on further. Her body was even more gorgeous than you could’ve ever imagined. Her toned arms that held on so tightly to the bed, her curves that wavered like the ocean down her body, and her perfectly kissed skin, just how you liked it.

“Maybe you want me to touch you… like this?”

You went even further and slowly slipped your fingers inside her pussy. As you sunk your fingers deep inside her, Yelena became even more worked up.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Please keep going. It feels so good.”

Seeing Yelena drown in the pleasure of your fingers inside her was something you never thought you would live to see.

“You feel so good, baby.” Yelena seemed to like the name because she let out a long whine. “Good girl. Be louder for me.”

You loved the power you had over her in such a short amount of time.

The pace of your fingers stayed quite steady now. Yelena moaned with each stroke that went deeper in her pretty pussy. There was one more thing that you longed to do before she reached her limit.

“You want me to touch you like this, baby?”

Finally, with your fingers still keeping a rhythm inside her, you lowered yourself down on the bed so that you could taste her.

Your tongue made its way to make contact with her clit. Yelena was the loudest now, and with her noise came her restless body. Much like her, you were just as overcome with pleasure.

Her hips bucked into your face with each increasing second. Your tongue explored every single part of her, almost as if you would never get to do it again. Your fingers sped up now that you could tell she was getting closer.

“Holy fuck, right there,” Yelena moaned. “Keep going, I’m so close.”

“Good job, baby,” you murmured. “I want you to cum around my fingers.”

Your words only sped up the process more. Her hips moved even faster which made it hard for you to keep your pace. Your tongue and fingers moved rapidly as she started to reach the peak of her climax

“I’m gonna cum baby,” Yelena said breathlessly.

All at once, Yelena let out a loud stream of moans that you were sure echoed through the hall in your dorm. You didn’t care. You were happy to have her all to yourself, and now, everyone knew it too.

“Good girl, let it all out,” you praised her.

Yelena laid there on your bed to try and catch her breath. You couldn’t help but watch the result of your doings as she looked so worked up.

You took your last opportunity to soak her body in by kissing all the way up her thighs, stomach, chest, and face. Yelena seemed to be hiding her face a bit, most definitely different from her usual demeanor.

You moved her hand that shielded her face. “You okay?”

She gave a thumbs up

“Does that mean it felt okay?”

She had a surprised look on her face. “The entire hall heard me and you think it didn’t feel good?!”

You laughed. “Just checking.”

You both laid next to each other for a while in silence before Yelena spoke up.

“So…how long have you felt this way?”

“When did you start school here?”

“Uhm…two years ago?”

“Then two years.”

Yelena looked over at you. “Really?”

“Really,” you nodded. “How could I not, just look at you.” Yelena smiled at your words.

“Well, I’ve worked up an appetite after all that fun. What do you say we make some popcorn and watch a movie and pretend like no one heard all of that?”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s company talking and reveling in the day’s events. You laid in bed thinking about how happy you were to have taken those pictures that day on the beach.

//

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Ngl, being able to edit things here is cool, other media don't have this option so all you have to do is delete or slowly die every time you remember that mistake🥲

WELL– in that case it would be really fun to see Yelena just being a big softie to reader and end up getting caught by her friends doing so, then everyone would make fun of her or something (it would probably be their last time making fun of something in their lives, poor souls.

I saw that you still have things to write, so no hurry (and good luck with all this-). Also, Your writing is really good so it will be good anyway, but I'm sure you'll get it!

passive-aggressive magic tricks [Y.Belova]

pairing: yelena belova x reader

summary: a fun game night with your friends takes a turn when they realize how much of a soft dork the russian turns into when she's around you.

warnings: none, i think [except peter being verbally attacked every other paragraph lmao]; so much dialogue; a weirdly written game of uno; just...so much chaos; never written for yelena before so feel free to yell at me if she's too ooc in this one

wordcount: 1.2k

a/n: this gif makes me feel things gonna start this off by saying that this is meant to be romantic but you can read it as platonic if you want. i know everyone has an opinion on yelena's sexuality and not everyone will agree with mine and that's okay! [just don't be a jerk about it. i personally think yelena is a demiromantic asexual so do with that what you will] ALSO, this is so chaotic and borderline nonsensical and you can blame 🌟 for making me think about yelena playing uno that one time. ALSO ALSO, thank you for the vote of confidence, lovely anon, this was actually really fun to write and i hope you enjoy <3

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“This sucks,” Kate declares with a pout.

“Don’t be such a crybaby, Kate Bishop.” Yelena’s words only make the archer’s pout deepen which makes the whole situation feel even more ridiculous.

“Yeah, Kate,” you jump in. “You’re the one who started talking shit in the first place.”

An offended gasp escapes her lips at your accusation. “I wasn’t talking shit! I was being honest about my skills.”

This time, Peter cuts in before the blonde gets a chance to make fun of the archer again. “Guys, I thought we decided against Monopoly so we wouldn’t fight.”

“Fighting is Yelena’s love language,” you reply with a shrug.

You pretend not to notice the way the Russian’s lips quirk up into a small smile and instead focus on Kate and her awful decision-making skills. It takes her a few extra seconds and she still manages to choose the most annoying card in her hand.

“It took you two minutes to throw in a plus-four?” Peter questions, clearly doing his best to not sound judgemental.

“Shut up and take the cards, Pete.”

The boy grumbles something you don’t quite catch but Kate is quick to punch him in the arm, earning herself a kick to the shin. Their dynamic is certainly…interesting and you can’t stop yourself from wondering how much of it comes from being two only children attempting to one-up each other.

Yelena leans in toward you, pretending to whisper. “Why are we hanging out with them again?”

The pair clearly overhears her considering both the glare and the pout that gets thrown your way. You merely shrug in response, attempting to shield your cards from her expert gaze. “It’s…entertaining, I guess.”

“You guys are jerks,” Kate says, speaking the thoughts Peter is far too nice to vocalize. (It’s definitely not because he’s terrified of getting on Yelena’s bad side.)

“And you suck at Uno.”

She rolls her eyes at you but decides not to reply. The small moment of silence allows Peter to take his turn and the game continues…until Yelena decides to betray you.

You’re not fully paying attention to the strategies each one of your companions is forming which means you don’t realize it when they decide to team up against you.

You’re only four cards away from winning and the blonde beside you can’t stop herself from sneaking a look at your deck. Kate somehow manages to catch her in the act and the two stare each other down until the archer raises an eyebrow, silently asking to be a part of the Russian’s plan.

A plan that quickly leads to Kate placing down another plus-four card and Peter being thrown one of Yelena’s under the table. 

“We can stack, right?” He asks, mainly in an attempt to keep you from noticing what they’re doing.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you reply with a shrug. “Just don’t be surprised when Yelena pulls out a knife from her boot.”

The joke gets a few chuckles, and a slightly concerned look from the young Avenger. 

“Do not worry, Spider-Boy, I promised y/n I wouldn’t threaten you…again.”

“Right…” Peter’s clearly not convinced but he throws in his card anyway.

You turn to face Yelena with a smug smirk. “Sorry, babe, but it looks like I’m on my way to winning this round.”

“You sound like Kate Bishop.” She playfully rolls her eyes at you but the glint in her eyes shows off more amusement than annoyance. “I hope you handle losing better than she does, though.”

“Hey!” You and the archer both voice your protests, albeit for different reasons, as the blonde slams down the last plus-four card needed to ensure you won’t win any time soon.

This time around, she’s the one who looks at you with a smug grin but you’re too busy being dramatic to fully appreciate how good she looks when she’s being competitive. It’s genuinely just a stupid card game and yet you pull out all the tricks you’ve learned over the past few months to get the Russian to melt into the huge softie she is at heart.

“Oh, come on, that was mean.” You pull on your best impression of Kate’s wounded puppy dog look. A look that includes slightly wide eyes and an incredibly deep pout.

A pout Yelena has never been good at resisting. (But only when it comes to you, much to the archer’s dismay)

She, literally and figuratively, keeps her cards close to her chest but you catch the way her free hand twitches slightly, almost as if she’s fighting to keep herself from touching you. It’s strange how affectionate she wants to be with you when she’s always been the first to pull away from a hug, the first one to scoot away when someone sits too close. 

Being guarded had always felt like second nature to her until you came along.

Her hand reaches out before she can stop it, landing on your knee and giving it a soft yet reassuring squeeze. It's a subtle reminder that underneath all her sarcasm and the rough edges, she cares about you. A lot more than she ever thought herself capable of.

“It’s just a game, sweetheart.” The words are a mere whisper but somehow the person with the worst attention span you’ve ever seen manages to overhear them.

“Did you just call y/n ‘sweetheart’?” Kate blurts out, clearly far too shocked to worry about her safety. “You actually have feelings?”

“Wait, did she really say that?” Peter’s slightly more cautious but there’s both awe in curiosity shining in his brown eyes.

“I heard her!”

“I think you hit your head too hard on your last mission, Bishop,” you reply, trying to steer the conversation away the second Yelena starts glaring at your friends.

Despite all her other skills, Kate is still awful at reading the room so instead of accepting the safety you’re offering, she decides to be stubborn like always. “Don’t lie to me, y/n, I know what I heard. Yelena’s just a big-”

“A big what?” The blonde cuts in with the most threatening glare she can manage. Which, considering she’s an ex-assassin, is quite effective at shutting the archer up.

“Um…” You can practically see the wheels spinning in the brunette’s head as she tries to come up with something different to say. She clearly fails based on the words that come out. “A big softie..?”

“Oh, Kate,” you sigh. “You’re never going to learn to stop poking the bear, huh?”

“What do you mean?” 

Her confusion lasts for about a second before Yelena shoots up from the couch and lunges toward her. The archer gets the message pretty quickly after that, expertly ducking out of the way and taking off running in the direction of the bathroom.

All you can do is laugh and shake your head as the Russian chases after her. “Go easy on her, babe!”

“Yeah, Yelena, listen to your girlfriend!”

“Kate!” You and the Russian yell out at the same time, leading to a fit of giggles belonging to the biggest instigator you've ever met.

"So much for a chill game night," Peter mumbles, placing his cards onto the coffee table. "You're gonna go help Kate out, right?"

You shrug. "I'll think about it."

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If You Want to Be My Lova

Yelena Belova x PlusSize!FemReader

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

A/N: Though I identify R as plus size, I didn’t give her much description to leave it open to a broader range of readers who struggle with loving their bodies. (Pssst, you’re beautiful—I just know it’s true 🥺) | 3,912 Words

Warnings: Steve’s a fat shaming asshole, Body Image Insecurity. Alluded to/never specified eating disorder.

A/N 2.0: I personally detest Steve, but to be clear I don’t genuinely think he’d be like this, I just needed an antagonist.

Request

Steve watched from across the counter as you wandered into the kitchen, your water in one hand and your phone in the other as you perused the kitchen in search of breakfast. He'd seen the exact moment your eyes lit up when you saw the pink boxes on the counter.

An unnecessary wave of glee ran through him as he prepared to open his mouth and speak, "Are you sure you want to eat that Y/N? If you're serious about losing weight why not look into eating some rolled oats with berries?"

He was being vindictive, you'd grown used to it after you worked your magic and got Natasha to finally ask out Wanda, he's been visibly bitter over the situation ever since. The talking point of your weight was easy enough for him to cling to, he was in peak fitness, and it would only come off as a concerned friend trying to help you reach a "better" state of wellness.

What he failed to consider was Wanda was on her way into the kitchen as well, and she was able to see the exact moment your spirit broke. The light in your eyes faded fast, and the donut in your hand was gently set back into the box, she saw the way your lip wobbled, and your eyes filled with not only tears, but dread too.

——

It enraged her honestly, you were the sweetest person around these parts, and deserved to be treated with nothing less than love and respect.

Steve saw it too, the way you bit your lip and closed your eye's tight to try and reel your feelings in. Crying over it changes nothing...

He went to lift his mug of coffee to his lips as if he was accomplishing something amazing, his smile smug as ever when you turned away, but it fell fast when the steaming contents of his mug were sloshing over the edge of the glass in a way that could only be explained with magic.

He hissed as the drink scalded him through his thick cotton shirt, his chest on fire now, and in a dramatic manner he removed the stained shirt to reveal his toned abs, and ripped arms.

"Wanda, what the fuck was that for?" He called her out immediately, and so she entered the kitchen with a victorious smile, and red tinged fingertips. "Whatever do you mean Rogers?"

"I know what you did."

"Yeah, and I too know what you did," she glares menacingly in his direction while also setting a reassuring hand onto your shoulder, "I'd say the punishment fits the crime."

Steve glared right back, and you finally turned to see what must've occurred to cause this rift, you felt guilt gnawing at your gut, it wasn't a fair feeling, but yet you could feel it festering.

Wanda's fingers continued to spark in shades of a dangerous crimson as the burned man wasn't appearing to be backing down, and you didn't want to involve her any further. It felt sorta unfair for her to fight your battles for you. On account of her being your girlfriends future sister in law, and also because this entire moment was beyond mortifying for you.

To have your insecurities viciously thrown in your face in a public space like this, well it was rather juvenile, and so it made you feel like you were that same kid crying under the bleachers all those years ago when kids were being cruel.

The people pleaser in you won out alongside the embarrassed little one who still resided in your heart, so you took in a shaky breath before trying to calm the witch, "It's okay Wands."

You'd gently settled a hand over hers that still held tightly to your shoulder for comfort, the witch looked back at you, the sad smile you offered didn't calm her though, it only fueled her on. "It's not, especially not when he himself is only a byproduct of a steroidal experiment."

Steve's stance faltered ever so slightly, his ego now efficiently bruised. His mouth spluttered embarrassingly for a moment before he left the kitchen altogether in a grumbling huff.

"Tata Captain Hot Head," she flipped the man off, then turned back to you as you giggled.

"Hey dorogoy," you looked at her inquisitively, and she offered you one of the warmest smiles you'd ever seen, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, whatever you need Wands," she beamed, "I'm glad to hear you say that, can you get two plates for us? I'll take a maple bar, and you can pick that sprinkled one back up while I make us a fruit salad and some hot cocoa."

Wanda watched closely, there was a hesitation in your demeanor, as if you were now scared. You however nodded meekly, then began to shuffle around the space to do as she asked.

"Ooh, did I see donut holes too?"

"Yup," you confirmed, and then you watched from your place at the counter as six tiny balls of dough and sugar danced through the air until they landed evenly between your plates.

The two of you spoke about your weekly movie night tonight while picking at the food before you, you smiled when the witch said you got to pick, you settled on Hocus Pocus, and Wanda smiled when she saw your plate was empty.

Then Wanda watched your face fall as she described in detail how she'd prepared a couple of snack trays for the both of your girlfriends with the ravenous appetites. This was a normal conversation, but now that Steve threw you into this self deprecating headspace she could see you debating if you wanted to go anymore.

The pressure to eat another meal today was already crippling your soul, it felt wrong to even consider nourishing yourself after the way Steve haphazardly regarded your body. Seeing how fit he was didn't help either, it only made you feel like you truly didn't deserve to eat.

"Well, I have some errands to run Wands, but I'll see you tonight," you collected both of your plates, and left her behind with a side hug as you departed, but your thoughts were so loud all the witch was left to do was frown as she made her way to the gym to try and fix this.

—

Natasha slammed Yelena into the mat for what was like the tenth time in an hour, "Cyka."

"Just admit that I'm better, and we'll be done."

"Never, I am just distracted," Yelena groaned, "Something in my gut is deeply unpleasant."

"Yeah, you simply can't stomach losing," Nat laughed as she once again dodged her sisters fist with grace, but then she was groaning when Yelena's fist hit her in the gut, she was too distracted by the sight of her fast approaching angered lover to have stopped the attack.

"Ha! I win!" Yelena screeched, only to be met with a shove that knocked her on her ass, and to wind up on the receiving end of Natasha's incredulous expression, "One hit isn't a win!"

"Listen here cyka," Yelena angrily muttered while stepping up to her sister, "Listening," Natasha smirked and Yelena reared back.

"Enough! Both of you!" Wanda caught Yelena's fist with red wisps, "Save your anger for Steve."

The sisters looked to her within an instant, both wearing different degrees of confusion.

"What did he do now?" Natasha groaned, she was growing really tired of his petty antics.

"He made Y/N self conscious, she's not okay."

Yelena's entire body tensed, Wanda could feel her fighting against her magic, and as if the God's heard her prayer Steve entered the gym.

"Let me go," she lowly growled, and Wanda did so without a single concern for the man, she was actually thrilled for what was to come.

Steve was unknowingly preparing for a beating coming down here, he'd come here to fight away the thoughts of inadequacy Wanda placed in his mind with the punching bag, but instead he was on his knees clutching his manly hood.

"What the actual fuck?" he seethed, but when he met the fiery gaze of one Yelena Belova he knew not to even test the waters any further.

"YA vypotroshu tebya, kak rybu," she rasped through gritted teeth, her hand fisted in the mans hair, as she punched him square in the nose, then as she went to further beat him she felt Natasha's hands on her shoulder's pulling her back, "Idi k yeye sestre, ty yey nuzhen, my s nim spravimsya." Yelena looked to her with a scowl, but after a moment of reassuring eye contact she conceded, "Zastav' yego zaplatit'."

(I will gut you like a fish / Go to her sister, she needs you, we'll handle him. / Make him pay)

"You know Rogers, Y/N only ever gave me the confidence to ask Wanda out, it was always going to be her, and never going to be you," she pulled Wanda in by her waist for a bruising kiss to ensure he understood her honest words.

He pouted like a petulant child, Yelena's firm hold was replaced with Wanda's impenetrable magic, so he was forced to watch them kissing.

Natasha lowered her body until she was level with the pitiful man, she patted his cheek twice patronizingly then she spoke only to ruin him, "Because sure Rogers, you might have the fawned over physique, but that's really only superficial, at the end of the day you're nothing worth experiencing," she beamed as his eyes filled shallowly with tears, "Y/N is a light in this dark world Steve, and for you to treat her like she's less than because you feel you lost me because of her is so strange. It's also not true."

"Everyone knows you have the personality of a brick wall, and it's just not that appealing. At least Sam and Bucky are interesting enough," Wanda taunted the scowling man, "There's a reason you could only ever score a date with the niece of your almost lover," she gripped him by his chin, and stared coldly into his eyes, "You're a pathetic excuse for a man Steve."

"That's all there is to it," Nat concluded, then with a precise swing of her fist he was out cold.

Wanda knelt beside him, and Natasha watched as red wisps jolted through his temple, "Sweet nightmares, I hope you wake up devastated."

"God, I love you so much," Natasha groans as she pulls her lover in for a deep kiss, "Y/N's family Nat, and nobody fucks with my family."

"That she is, I just hope Yelena can fix this," Natasha frowns slightly, and Wanda meets her concerned expression with an equivalent sigh, "If anyone can, it's her." Wanda softly grabs her lovers hand, "But we can also do our part."

—

Yelena raced through the entire compound in search of you, in her frazzled state she had neglected the obvious solution of just asking Friday, but after stumbling onto the vacant floor of the compound she knew she found you.

Soft sobs came from the room that used to be yours before you moved into Yelena's room. Back when you were Tony's assistant who he deemed worthy of a room, and not yet her everything, because that's exactly what you are.

"Y/N?" She called out softly as to not scare you, "Moye solnyshko," she whispered the words as she entered your old room, her heart stuttered when she saw the broken glass of your mirror, and it nearly shattered when she saw some of your things had been brought down here.

"Y/N, detka, what's going on?" She reached out for you, but you pulled your hands away, she frowned upon seeing the cuts that littered your skin and the air of despondency in your glossy orbs, it had made her imagine Steve's body dangling over a tub of carnivorous crocodiles.

It's now on her to do list...

"Lena, you should just go," you whispered brokenly, voice cracking as well as both of your hearts as you verbalized the words you didn't mean, "I'll never be what you deserve, so go."

"So that's just it? I don't get a say in this?"

"You're so beautiful Yelena, you deserve a partner that matches or excels you, which would honestly be impossible, you're perfect."

"You do excel me Y/N," she whimpers, and this time when she goes to reach you she does so by straddling your body, and making sure you can see just how true her words are. "I've never had anything to call my own Y/N, but now I have you, and I wouldn't trade that for anything."

"But what if there's someone better along the way Yelena? It's easier if we break this off now, I couldn't cope if you left me in the future."

"Never," she promised, her lips deposited a peck to your tear stained lips, "There is nothing better for me than you detka, I've never been happier," she smiled warmly as she stared into your cloudy eyes, hers just as glossy as yours, "That's all because of you. Moya solnyshko—my sunshine; oh how you brighten my life."

Yelena watched the storms behind your eyes begin to settle, your once tense body melted into the mattress, and she took the moment as the perfect time to kiss you, to pour out just how much you meant to her into the gesture.

"Look at me Y/N," she remained soft as she sat you up, and pulled you into her lap without a moment of hesitation, her tone however held a seriousness to it, "You deserve to feel safe in your body, to be able to love yourself despite any societal norms that are like ugly lies."

"I try to love me Lena, b-but when people that look like Steve say what they do I can't help but worry that I'm not meant for your love, maybe I'm holding you back, or you're settling here."

"First of all, you are meant for me only," she held you far more tightly, a possessiveness falling over her at the thought of you being with someone else. "You move me forward detka, my life has only looked up with you at my side. Life is a box of chocolates with you."

A sweet giggle left you as Yelena paraphrased last week's movie to make her point.

"I'm not settling Y/N, if anything it's you who's settling," you instantly shook your head with a pout, and she smiled at you sadly, "I've done a lot of things wrong in this short lifetime Y/N."

"You didn't have a choice Lena," you growled, and she chuckled lightly, "I know, but I finally do, and you're the only thing I've done right."

A brief moment of silence fell over you both, Yelena's grip on you was firm, and loving, her lips pressed to your forehead, and when you quietly sniffled she figured you needed more.

"Fuck that dipshit in spandex," she grinned when you giggled softly, and her looming fears melted away when you rested your head over her heart, "He'll never know what it's like to be loved truly, because he doesn't understand that people don't care for that manufactured body of his when it's paired with a heart of stone."

"You though. You're not only beautiful to look at," she leaned back, giving you the once over for emphasis, but she truly did get distracted as she took you in, with her lip caught in between her teeth and a smile in her eyes she couldn't fake, "You've also got a heart of gold detka."

It was easy to believe when she looked at you like that, but you still had your reservations, and Yelena could see right through to that.

"I love you, for every last part of you," she readjusted you so that she could cup your cheek while her other hand held your hip, "Whatever you see as a flaw, I see it as you, and therefore it's perfect, because there's nothing flawed about you, you're a beauty worthy of marveling at, you're the perfect they say does not exist; this body of yours is my paradise."

Tears began to stream down your face, and in the past Yelena would freak out, worried that she said something wrong to upset you, but she's come to learn that tears can be joyful. That much she learned when she burst into them the first time you said you loved her, the sweet words dripped from your lips like honey.

"I-I love you Yelena," you blurted in a graceless blubbering manner, "I-I'm sorry for trying to leave you, I was just scared, but I promise you that I don't ever want to lose you, like ever."

"You never will," she purrs, her hand gently gripped you by the plush skin of your hips, "Because I'll never give you up for anything," she murmured against your lips before she slammed hers into yours passionately.

Her lips began to travel down your jaw, your breath hitched when she sucked lightly over the skin. "Lena, we have to go to movie night," you stuttered breathlessly. She groaned, "Do we have to? We can skip it tonight, on account of me wanting to love you until you believe it."

"I do," you whispered, "I believe you," with a genuine tone you brought a smile to her face.

"Then let's go moya lyubov'," Yelena lifted you up into her arms causing you to squeal at her show of strength, "I can walk just fine baby."

"I just didn't want to let you go just yet," she confessed while gently lowering you, and in return for her being so sweet you softly kissed her lips, "We'll be cuddling soon enough."

The two of you rode the elevator to your floor so you could drop off your things, and change into more comfortable clothes, but not until Yelena doctored up your injured hands, with a soft kiss to follow every bandaid she placed.

"Your boo-boos have been handled," she said with a bit of a pout, "I'll be back shortly," and with a soft kiss to your lips that lingered for a moment longer than need be she was gone.

Yelena left to shower off her day in the gym, and you unpacked your things before slipping into a pair of black sweats, with a worn down band t-shirt, and as you always did when feeling somewhat down, you slipped right into your girlfriends oversized army green hoodie.

You knew she bought it for you, but she wore it until it smelled enough like her to calm you... It's become your live in article for her missions.

Yelena's always been so incredibly sweet, you honestly can't believe you tried to end things. Her love has always fixed your problems, she never saw you as anything other than worthy of love, and affection; she was your soulmate.

"Well don't you look cuddly," she noted as she walked up from behind and grabbed your hand, "Can't wait to hold you close, it's cold"

"Cold?" She met your confusion with a sly smirk, then pulled you along wordlessly.

Once she pressed the button for the roof you understood her, excitement overran your body at the idea of a spooky movie under the light of the moon and the surrounding stars. That is until the doors opened to reveal a battered Steve with an ice pack on his bruised cheek, making you tense up, causing Yelena to look away from you and over at the unwelcome.

Before anyone could even mutter a word you got to bare witness to the brick house of a man wordlessly hobbling away after your much smaller girlfriend stepped towards him, and the smug smile that overtook your lovers face was rather priceless, "Lena, baby, you can't solve everything with brutal violence."

"Why not?" She pouted, and it was so innocent in appearance you'd never believe she was a highly skilled assassin in her younger days.

"Words can work too..."

"Yeah, he used words, we used our fists."

"We?"

"Yes, I broke his nose, and hopefully made him unable to reproduce. Wanda and Natasha did the rest to him, remind me to thank them."

"Goodness me, you three keep me on my toes."

Yelena grinned, then kissed you for the rest of the elevator ride. The ding signaled her to stop, and she stepped aside to let you exit first.

"Ta-da," Natasha cheered with jazz hands to draw your attention to the identical hanging day beds settled besides one another, with a table between with popcorn and candy atop.

Then you looked up to see the projector screen was adorned in purple and orange lights with smiling pumpkins after every few bulbs, the beds were littered with fluffy blankets, and there were outdoor heaters nearby for the anticipated maximum comfort level possible.

"I did nothing to help, but I promise I love you, witchy was just too nit-picky, I was safer on the sidelines," she said quietly while pulling you into her for a tight embrace, "I love you too."

"You'll be safer on the couch too if you keep it up," Wanda lightly threatened before taking you from her genuinely terrified lover, "I've prepped lots of food, make a plate honey."

"Where will she pick from if this weird plate is mine?" Yelena asked while holding an entire charcuterie board to her chest, her face never more genuinely serious than right now, and you stifled a laugh at the adorable sight, "Don't worry baby, feel free to enjoy your dinner."

Wanda looked to you scoldingly, worried you were using this as a get out of dinner card, but then you lifted your phone up to show her that it was okay, and you were fine. While Natasha and Yelena scavenged around with snacks, you and Wanda will share a pizza—like normal.

"What will you eat?" Yelena frowned, but you waved her off, "There's popcorn and candy."

Yelena held her plate out anyways, and you smiled while picking off a single cracker and a slice of cheese to top it off., "Thanks love."

"I will not be doing that," Natasha shared with her girlfriend who settled onto the bed beside her with an eye roll, "Oh, I was well aware."

—

When the expected ding of the elevator interrupted the undergoing movie night you smirked over at the witch who had left their outside daybed to collect the pizza, and with a soft kiss to your girlfriends parted lips, and with a careful transferring of a pillow in your place you joined Wanda on the porch swing.

"Every time," you remarked playfully, "Without fail," Wanda added while waving her pizza around for emphasis, "They're total chumps."

"But we love them anyways," you softly added, and Wanda snuggled into your side with a warm smile, "That we do," she whispered, then she hugged onto your arm tight, silently letting you know that she loved you too, and in turn you laid your head over hers on your shoulder as the both of you continued to watch the film.

"I'm sorry Emily; I had to wait 300 years for a virgin to light a candle."

"It was probably Steve..." Wanda nudged your side, and you cackled softly, "Knock it off."

——

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[quietlyimplode]

"I know it wasn't the same for you as it was for me, but tell me, were any parts real? Was any of it good?

Nat & Yelena

“I know it wasn’t the same for you as it was for me, but tell me, were any parts real? Was any of it good?”

Natasha’s heart hurts. Words she spoke in frustration and anger at Melina and Alexei’s incompetence clearly had stuck with Yelena. She’s truly sorry for it.

“Of course.”

“Do you remember the story, the one with the boy called Ender and we talked all night about things we would do if we went into space?”

Yelena nods.

“Do you remember the time where Alexei was away and Melina had left for wherever she used to go, and we made dinner together even though we had no idea how?”

Yelena smiles.

“Mac and Cheese,” she nods, “it’s still my favourite.”

Natasha wants to tell her it’s her favourite too.

“Some of it was good, Yelena,” she assures.

“I promise.”

(Good prompt, this one made me think of the Five Christmas’ fic - with Natasha and Yelena sharing Christmas stories and traditions.. ahhh. Thank you <3)

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Poker Bets

Yelena Belova X F!reader

a/n: First of many requests to come! If you want to request something just check out my follower celebration post linked here. Also, I too agree with Yelena on this one, dresses are the worst lol. (on me that is)

Warnings: Smut!, 18+, Minors DNI, fingering, cussing. NOT Proofread

Word count: 944

Requested by @yelenaslyubov

Prompts:

#3 “You’re already so wet for me princess.”

#16 “Stop looking at me like that.”

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Yelena’s face flushed red from embarrassment as she walked out of the bathroom.

“Stop looking at me like that!” She says in her thick Russian accent. “Like what? I didn’t even say anything.” You reply back with a snicker.

“Yel, you look great,” Natasha says with a cheeky grin on her face. Every Friday night, you and Yelena play board games with her sister but tonight it was cards and alcohol instead. After Yelena got on a serious hot streak in poker Natasha decided to make it interesting by placing a wager on the next game. The winner gets to dare one person to do something. So naturally, after Natasha smoked the both of you she chose Yelena as her target. Your extremely cocky blonde girlfriend was ready for whatever Natasha was going to throw at her, pull a prank on another Avenger? Done. Jump off the top floor with a parachute? Done. Go steal one of Tony’s gold coins? Any day. But turns out Yelena had one small weak spot. 

“I dare you to wear a dress for the next 24 hours.”

Every bit of expression dropped off Yelena’s face. Your eyes widened as they flickered back and forth between the two of them. 

“Hey, a deal a deal,” Natasha says as she shrugs her arms. 

“Cyka.” is all you hear muttered under Lena’s breath. 

As Natasha rummages through your closet she pulls out a red dress strapless dress with a slit going down the side to perfectly expose one of her legs. Yelena aggressively grabs it out of her sister's hand and heads into the washroom to change. 

You slowly turn your head to look at Nat as you whisper “oh you are so dead for this one.”

“Oh please, she’s my baby sister, what could she possibly do? Besides, she isn’t even a good enough spy to realize when someone is cheating in a game of poker.” She says with a huge grin as Natasha pulls three cards out of her sleeve.

Your jaw immediately drops and before you could say anything, the bathroom door swings open. 

“Stop looking at me like that!” “Like what? I didn’t even say anything.”

“Yel, you look great.” 

“I look like an idiot.” She replies back in a snarky tone. “How do you two always wear these things? They are so impractical. Where do I put my gun? There are NO POCKETS. How do you even move in this thing? What if I need to run? What if there are bad guys chasing me, oh no I am sorry bad guys please let me just adjust my dress. So impractical.” 

You and Natasha look at each other and just start laughing as Yelena is cussing her out in Russian and mumbling under her breath. 

“Ok, I had a great time tonight guys but Barton has me up early tomorrow to fill out some stupid mission reports. Yelena, I will see you tomorrow at some point walking the halls looking sexy in the dress on I’m sure.” Natasha says with a chuckle.

Yelena rolls her eyes as you walk Natasha out and lock the door behind her.

“Do I really have to wear this stupid thing for 24 hours?”

“Hey, a bet’s a bet.” You say with a shrug.

Yelena shoots you her pouty angry face which you can’t help but find adorable every time she does it. 

“If it helps, I personally think you look amazing in the dress.”

“You do?”

“Yel, of course. I never get to see you in stuff like this and oh my god do you look sexy.”

Yelena raises her eyebrows at your reaction to her wearing the dress and starts slowly moving closer to you. Her hands come up to your waist as she pulls you in tightly for a slow but forceful kiss. She starts trailing her way down your neck, leaving little kisses as you let out a soft moan when she hits the sweet spot. Yelena pulls back and her eyes flicker back and forth between your eyes and your lips. She pushes you back as you fall back onto the bed and climbs on top of you. Yelena continues to passionately kiss you as her hand makes its way down to your pants trying to undo your button. She slowly slides her hand beneath your underwear between your wet folds. “So wet for me already princess?”

You let out a loud moan as her fingers start to move around. You were practically squirming beneath her. Lena slips one finger in as she continues to kiss you, biting your bottom lip as her fingers quickly thrust in and out of you. Your head falls back into the pillows as your jaw drops open letting out silent moans. Yelena is busy leaving her mark on your neck as the coil in your stomach tightens from her touch. 

“Lena– I think I’m gonna cum–” You groan out.

“Cum for me baby.” As she says this she’s completly overstimulating your clit, pushing you over the edge. Your back is arching off the bed as you buck your hips and cum all over her fingers. Once you’ve come down from your high, she brings her fingers up to your lips to let you taste her achievement. 

“Was all this because of this dress?”

You quickly nod as an answer to her question. 

“Mhm” She says in response.

“Hey, Yelena…”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Next time we play with Natasha, make sure you watch when her cards disappear under the table.”

“Huh– Oh my– That CHEATER.” 

You chuckle and before you know it Yelena is already out the door to kick Natasha’s ass.

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[p-taryn-dactyl]

For the bestie!Yelena thing

How about it's freezing outside and Yelena just jokes around that it's nothing while the reader is freezing and she is just laughing

a/n: lmao, this is something that actually happens all the time with my friends and i. hopefully this is okay!! thank you for the request <3 (sorry for the bad title) word count: 525

hot chocolate and snow

You were absolutely positive that you were dying. 100%, without a doubt in your mind that this would be your last day on earth as you sat on the bench in the park, shivering as you waited on Yelena. The woman in question was ordering two hot chocolates while a line as long as a football field appeared behind her. You stuck your hands under your arms after you adjusted your beanie to cover your ears, the earmuffs you wore now pressing the knitted fabric down. Yelena held back a laugh as she made her way over to you, holding out a giant cup of steaming goodness.

"You're going to have to take a hand out to drink this, you know." She said with laughter-tinged words. You made a face at your best friend, sacrificing a hand to grab the drink.

"You know, I don't understand why you're so cold, it's only a little chilly."

Glaring at her, you finally took in what Yelena was wearing. In contrast to your multiple layer outfit, complete with at least three jackets and four pairs of socks, Yelena wore some jeans, a lightweight sweater and her signature long coat.

"Only a little chill- Yelena it's snowing. I literally can't see the soles of my boots because it's snowing so much! How are you not dead?"

Yelena shrugged as she sat down next to you, taking a sip of her drink. You were about to reply when a gust of wind came through, stealing your words with a full body shiver as you curled in on yourself. Yelena snorted into her drink, droplets of hot chocolate landing on her chin. She didn't wipe them away, only continue to laugh at your miffed expression. You tried to reply but the only sound coming out of your mouth was the sound of your clattering teeth.

"Oh my god, Y/N, you should-" she cut herself off with a laugh, "You should see your face right now!"

She continued to laugh as you angrily took a sip of your hot chocolate, the steaming drink only warming you slightly. Yelena finally stopped laughing, rolling her eyes in defeat and lovingly as she scooted closer to you, allowing you to cuddle up against her.

"I still hate you," you grumbled, Yelena being unnaturally warm not even crossing your mind as your friend laughed in surprise at your words, "I'm freezing and you're totally fine."

"Hey! I bought you hot chocolate!"

You started humming The Bear Necessities, Yelena swatting your shoulder gently. She made to stand up and you groaned at the cold once more filled your bones. Yelena made one more snorting sound and one more round of laughter before she held her arm out for you to hook yours through.

"Come on, Frosty, let's go on our walk before you freeze to that bench," Yelena saw you were about to complain and held up a finger to cut you off, "If you survive this perilous journey, I'll let you pick the movie tonight even though it's Clint's turn."

"How selfless of you," You grumbled as you stood up, hooking your arm with Yelena.

a/n: I hope this was okay!! I had to cut it off there bc I was going to just completely ramble for 10k words but I hope you still enjoyed this!! bestie!yelena is one of my favorite tropes to write!!

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Diplomatic

Pairing: Yelena Belova x wife spy reader

Word Count: 1520 words

Outline: After a mission gone wrong where you end up captured by the authorities, your wife - notorious vigilante, Yelena comes and rescues you.

Warnings: mild canon-type violence, weapons, implied smut.

Author’s Note: Based on a request here. Nothing in this fic is accurate, don't take this as a European guide, mostly based on my vast acknowledgment of a map.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​// banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Yelena Belova Masterlist

It was a beautiful morning the day you got married to Yelena, in an off-shore white chapel surrounded by seagulls and sea waves. It was beautiful and enthralling to finally hold the woman of your dreams and walk with her on the path of life, exchanging vows of eternal love. Your life was just as hectic as hers or even more so. You had long been a spy, trained from your youth to serve your country so naturally, you had met Yelena, the short blonde woman full of ambition and sarcasm at an open field while she was trying to outwit you. In the end, you won, and together you made a perfect team. 

Yelena pulled you away from the spy life and into the magnificent world of a freelance vigilante. After this, you both started working together, doing the good old shooting, maiming, and battling together and soon your feelings for one another came to light. With a sealed kiss one night on a forgotten beach, you became one and thus inseparable. 

Notoriously, the pair of you had become quite well known amongst the circles of assassins and vigilantes across Europe and all of the world. There wasn’t a single authoritative place where your pictures weren’t up with big red signs saying ‘Dangerous, proceed with caution.’ There was a hefty bounty for whoever could get information on you but you were both much smarter than that. 

Sometimes you liked showing up just to lead people into a merry chase and forcing them to waste their resources like this. Yelena and you did share the same sense of humor. And tricking people was always funny and just. Wasn’t really your fault if people were gullible like that. 

Now it has been five months since your honeymoon ended and you were both on different missions across Europe. Not something that you did often but you did always choose places that were close enough to one another. Often you took hits from the dark internet, assassinating rapists and pedophiles. 

As for this particular mission, you were in the northern part of Croatia while Yelena was in the mountainside of Italy. Your mission was supposed to be easy. Take one piece of antique jewelry that carries hidden instructions for a new chemical solution. It should have been easy, it should have been a break-in and take kind of thing but nothing seemed to be working for you that day. From the moment when you woke up, on the wrong train you took to the weirdest old factory you had ever come across. 

Once inside, you make your moves slowly, descending from the outer metal ladder down to the basement, that’s where your intel showed you where the piece of jewelry was. Long forgotten and well hidden. But what you didn’t expect was the gas that started fuelling the room the minute your combat boots hit the concrete ground.

Quickly you pulled up your mask, trying to secure your face and not inhale anything but the gas was new secret technology. One millisecond, one inhale and you were out. You passed out with your hand on the necklace without even realizing what happened. 

A couple of hours later you woke up, securely tied to a chair, and a pair of powerful metal handcuffs on your wrists. Two people dressed in black tactical gear were staring at you, each carrying many weapons and knives. The room was small and there were blinds on the window next to you. Looks like an interrogation room of sorts. 

“Welcome to Interpol.” The sound of a man followed by a door closing behind jolted you awake and you tilt your head to look at him. 

“That doesn’t look very welcoming.” You crack out a joke shaking the heavy handcuffs and trying to move your cuffed legs. 

“Is the best I can do under these circumstances.” 

“What kind of circumstances, officer? If you are an officer.”

“For you, I can be.”

“Very well.”

“The ones where you are a very dangerous criminal that I refuse to allow to escape.”

“I can assure you I would never do that.” 

“If only I could trust you.”

You chuckle and wink at him, sitting back in your chair. 

“Am I allowed a lawyer?”

“One will be provided as the law states.”

“Cool, hope they are good.”

“For your sake, I would hope so too. “

You stifle back into your chair, and very soon the person you had been waiting for arrives, introduces herself to you, and settles down.  After the lawyer has arrived you remain silent as per her instructions and the officer tries to reach some sort of deal for you. What they are more interested in is where Yelena is and where you keep all the money. Pretty typical stuff but nothing scares you. You have all done this before, on both sides of the law. 

Next up is traveling you from Croatia all the way to Luxemburg, to the Court of Justice. There were heavy chains on your arms and your legs, the lawyer sitting next to you, and five soldiers armed to the brink with heavy weapons securing you. 

But it came as no surprise to you when you heard the familiar sound of car tires stopping. Followed by one loud thump and the beginning of the overturning of the army truck. The truck stopped as the soldiers got prepared for the impact and the intrusion. Secure in your position and with a slight smirk on the curls of your lips you sit there in anticipation knowing what will come next. She truly couldn’t stay away from you for a long time. 

Yelena’s favorite toy.  A bazooka, one shot, and a hole were now evident at the back doors of the truck. The soldiers immediately get in position sealing you with their bodies but you stay still as you watch one after the other fall to the ground. Followed by the lawyer, two can play the game. Yelena had used the same exact gas that they had caught you with. You knew very well she had made sure how it would be. Yelena hated being outwitted by anyone. 

You watch her as she secures the bazooka on her back and struts towards it with the confidence of a woman who just messed up the whole world. In her gloved hands, she is holding the necklace you were after, shaking it gloating for you. 

“Sorry for being so late, I had another tiny job to do first.” You roll your eyes and sigh. 

“A little help if your majesty wouldn’t mind.” You tell her pointing at the chains with your eyes and she chuckles putting the necklace in the pockets of her gear. 

“A little demanding aren’t we?” She tilted her head. ”Maybe I like seeing you all tied up. Ever thought of that?”

“Maybe that’s precisely what I have been thinking and I wish the current situation was much different.”

“Alright, very very cool.” She nods positively as she comes closer to you and with a laser knife starts cutting off the chains.

“Be careful, it might sting a little.” 

“I know you’d never hurt me on purpose.”

“Aw, sentimental, aren’t we?”

“Just a little bit.”

With a thud, the chains drop to the ground and Yelena helps you off your seat. She quickly checks in to ensure there are no bugs or other secret weapons on you and then leads you to her motorcycle.

The truth is you both were prepared for something like this, you had bought a cabin in an obscure Lithuanian small town a couple of months back where you had a large sum of the money you both had acquired during your vigilante work. You knew where she was taking you and you knew the trip would be relatively long. She secures the helmet on your head kissing your lips as she does so, the seal of a promise made long ago. She turns around and revs up the engine. It would be a long day and an even longer night. 

By the time you arrived in Lithuania, it was well past midnight and you were both tired and hungry. But you had each other and that’s all you cared about. Sleepily Yelena tapped at your shoulder while you were parking the motorcycle. The cabin was small and had only necessities but you could never need anything more than each other. You give her a sheepish kiss on her cheek and then go to the kitchen searching for some food. 

Then Yelena is taking a shower while you are cooking spaghetti on the pot and the night seems still, domestic, like a normal life for a change. It doesn’t take you too long to settle in this domestic bliss, cooking, cleaning, and sleeping together. Watching tv shows and complaining about the smallest things. There is plenty of money around and even though you have everything under surveillance, it doesn’t take too much for the thrill of adventure to overwhelm you both once again.

After all what was life if not one big game?

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[wandascrush]

Who I write for

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Carol Danvers

Yelena Belova

Gamora

Kate Bishop

Maria Hill

Valkyrie

Sorry for Your Loss

Leah Shaw

TLOU

Ellie Williams

The Haunting of Bly Manor/Hill House

Danny Clayton

Jamie Taylor

Theo Crane

Nellie Crane

The 7 Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

Evelyn Hugo

Celia St. James

YOU

Love Quinn

Peach Salinger

Beck

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[elizabethsaige]

Friendly Competition

Florence Pugh x Reader

Request: 

Hi, I saw that you posted something about losing your requests, I had sent one for Florence, I'll send it again just in case, it was just something about Flo meeting the reader while filming something, and Flo immediately likes her and gets all shy and flustered when they have to act together, and she starts to take every moment she can get with her because she's kind of afraid to tell her feelings and mess up their friendship and all that. Then one day at a party or something Flo maybe sees reader with someone else and it makes her sad, thinking she lost her chance, until the reader goes to find her and ease her worries ❤️

Word Count: 2960

Warnings: the word hell is in this, idk if id count it tho

A/N: FINALLY finished this fic, I've been trying to write it for like 2 weeks

*gif not mine

Working with Florence was a dream come true for you. She was hard working, determined, and expressive, which all are things that make a great actress. You yourself were a great actress, starring in multiple films and television shows and accumulating many credits under your name. That was one thing you two had in common; your desire to put your all into your work, which both of you did, and it got both of your names out there to a certain director that immediately began writing a script for the two of you.

But the thing that makes working with Florence the best is the connections she forms with the people she works with. Her costars, who were previously strangers, turn into lifelong friends.

During your time filming with Florence, you two became very close. You were one of the lucky people that had the honor of seeing Florence every day, so naturally, your friendship grew very quickly.

From the start though, Florence was always a little more nervous to be around you. She chalked it up to intimidation, seeing as you had been acting many years before she even began and worked your way up to making a legit name for yourself. But in the back of her mind, she always knew that she felt a little more for you than her normal friends. Call it what you want, but she was in love.

Your first day meeting the new cast and crew for this upcoming film was set for today and you were ecstatic to meet everyone. A little nervous, but mostly looking forward to meeting the people you’d spend all of your time with for the next few months.

Everyone was invited out to lunch by the director, Danielle, to meet and talk a little bit about each other and get acclimated. Running late, as usual, you hopped into your Uber and gave the lady who was driving the directions to a little cafe in the city.

A few minutes later, you were embracing the director in a big greeting. Surprisingly, you two were the first ones there, lucky for you so you could chat about how thrilled you were to begin this new project. Slowly, the rest of the cast made their way to the table, various new faces joining the two of you.

Adeline Rudolph, Nik Dodani, and Jenna Ortega were amongst some of the people who arrived, each greeting the rest of the bodies at the table. You had never met any of them, but knew of projects that they were in and couldn’t wait to begin seeing them in action during the filming process.

Florence was one of the last people to arrive, apologizing for being late as she murmured about the traffic as she came to embrace the director who met her at the foot of the table. Taking a look around, taking in everyone’s faces, she stopped at yours, flashing you a small smile, which you returned before she took a seat next to the casting director near the end.

As the meal went on and everyone got to know one another, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone kept staring at you, but you already knew who it was. You made eye contact with Florence, who broke it as soon as she noticed you caught her looking at you. You noticed a small blush form on her cheeks, which made you smile a little.

After the meal, everyone began to gather their things and head out, although Danielle asked you and Florence to stay back. You two were the leads of the film so Danielle thought it would be a good idea for you and Flo to have a few days where you could hang out and work on your chemistry, test the dynamics out.

Florence made her way over to you and Danielle, bumping into a few chairs on her way over, to which she whispered a quick apology to each one she hit. Seeing her so clumsy made you and Danielle giggle.

“Girls, let's plan for you guys to meet up later today for a drink or something. I’d like you two to get to know each other a little better and get more comfortable,” Danielle explained. Florence eyed you as the director was giving you two directions to a bar near the studio.

Both you and Florence agreed and said your goodbyes to the director, leaving you and Flo behind. She turned to you and gave you an awkward smile. “It was nice to meet you, I don’t know if you caught my name, I’m Florence.”

You breathed out a quiet laugh, looking at the extended hand Florence was giving you. You gladly shook it, holding on for a few seconds longer than normal. “I know who you are, Florence. It’s very nice to meet you.”

She flashed you an adoring smile before the two of you made your way out of the restaurant.

Since that day that you two met, you were connected by the hip. Filming had taken place over the span of 2 months, but it felt like 2 minutes with Florence.

Each day, you two would wake up in your respective hotel rooms and meet each other out in the lobby before jumping into the car that took you to the filming location. Hair and makeup was done together every day, as well as wardrobe. Lunch was eaten together and by the time the end of the day rolled around, you had seen Florence more than any other person, not that you minded.

And Florence, well she followed you around everywhere. She was like a puppy, always by its owner’s side. A cute puppy, at that.

Everyone on set recognized your connection, often teasing the two of you about your relationship, saying how the two of you acted like you were in a romantic relationship. Florence would always get flustered, hiding her blush before looking to you to see how you’d react to the comments. Mostly, you’d just brush it off and joke around with them, but you never noticed how Florence’s demeanor always shifted after that happened.

//

It was a Friday night, the day of the wrap party. The cast and crew finished filming the movie a few days ago and decided to throw a celebration for all of the hard work everyone has put in for the past few months.

Everyone was going to be there, from the cast and crew, to the makeup and hair people.

You and Florence decided to arrive together, as you probably would leave together to get back to your respective hotels before your 3 am wake up call to catch your flights back home.

Thinking about having to go home without being able to see Florence and the rest of the cast and crew after two amazing months on set was devastating, to put it lightly.

But not even the heartbreak of what was to come later that night was going to stop you from enjoying yourself with your friends.

Florence was rushing you out of the car as you were checking your lipstick in the visor mirror. “Come on, Y/N. You look perfect, it’s time to go party!”

That little comment brought a blush to your cheeks, you were grateful it was dark outside so it wouldn’t be seen by Florence. You flashed her a smile and an eye roll as you flipped the visor up and headed out of the car, following Flo to the front door. Security checked you guys in and the two of you made your way into the building.

Lights and loud music overwhelmed your senses immediately. You quickly realized that this party was not only a wrap party, but a true Hollywood party, as you noticed many faces that weren’t in this project. Florence waved eagerly to someone she noticed as soon as you two walked in, this person making their way over to you and Flo.

“Florence, darling, how the hell are you? You look stunning!” The man speaking looked familiar but not enough for you to pinpoint where you’d seen him. To be honest, it was probably the weird lighting. Florence thanked him and complimented him back, embracing him in a hug before turning the attention to you.

“Jake, this is Y/N, she’s like the best person ever. Y/N, this is Jake Johnson,” Florence said. Just then you realized who this person was. Not only was he in one of your favorite TV shows, New Girl, but you and your best friend from home used to watch all of the interviews you could about this man.

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” Jake said, extending a hand out for you to shake. Excitedly, you took it, smiling widely.

“The pleasure is all mine, I love your work,” you exclaimed, embarrassed about how uncool you thought you were acting. A few more words were exchanged between the three of you, ending in Jake congratulating you and Florence before saying his goodbyes. The second you left, you looked at Florence with your mouth wide open and eyes as big as the moon, causing Florence to laugh at your expression.

“You know Jake Johnson?” Florence nodded as she continued her laughter, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you along, you still in disbelief.

The rest of the night, you and Florence made your way through the club, stopping to talk to a bunch of people, some you knew, most you didn’t. Eventually, you found the rest of the cast, most of them having taken a seat in the VIP area to rest from all of the excitement of the party.

Bringing Florence in closer so she could hear you, you said loudly in her ear, “I’m going to go take a break, meet you back in like 20 minutes?”

She nodded before giving you a quick hug and big smile. You watched as she ran off, but not before glancing back to look at you one more time with a reassuring look.

You climbed the stairs onto the loft that contained the VIP section before slumping down into the seat next to Adeline, who already looked over the whole party. “Hey, I haven’t seen you all night, where’ve you been?”

Aside from Florence, you and Adeline really hit it off and became close friends. She was funny and talented, always cracking a joke to make the long days more bearable.

Letting a deep breath out, you pushed some hair away from your face. “Uh, I’ve just been running around with Flo. There are so many people to meet, it’s been kind of a lot.”

Adeline nodded, raising her eyebrows in agreement. “I agree. Honestly, I’m ready to head out.”

You frowned, “But I just barely got to see you! Please, stay for a few more minutes.”

She playfully rolled her eyes, making you grin. “Fine, just for you. But that’s entirely your fault, you’ve been with your girlfriend all night.”

Now, you were the one to roll your eyes. “Florence is not my girlfriend,” you said, taking a sip of water from the bottle you grabbed out of the mini fridge to your right. Adeline shook her head at you slyly.

“Oh, but you want her to be,” she teased. All you could do was laugh it off, hoping she wouldn’t see the blush on your cheeks.

//

As Florence made her way back to the VIP area to meet you, she caught a glimpse of you and Adeline sitting up on one of the couches, laughing closely together at something funny that was said. Adeline’s hand was on your knee as you sat close to her, your head basically on her shoulder as your body shook with laughter.

A hot feeling rose up Flo’s neck, face getting red and sweaty as she watched the girl she had feelings for be close with someone else. Florence wasn’t usually the jealous type, but she couldn’t help it with you. She thought you two had such a special connection, it hurt her to realize that you were close with someone else like that.

She tried so hard to not let her feelings for you slip throughout the time filming, not wanting to risk your friendship for silly feelings that she couldn’t get out of her head. But now, she was regretting not saying anything sooner, as she watched you lean close to Adeline, whispering in her ear.

Tears brimmed Flo’s eyes as she turned and made her way toward exit, not daring to watch a second more of this.

You told Adeline you were going to find Florence as you wished Adeline a good night and a safe flight back home, making her promise to tell you when she got home.

As you climbed down the stairs, you saw Florence turn and start for the door. You yelled her name but doubted that she heard you, as the music and crowd of people talking only seemed to get louder. Following the blonde, you weaved through many people, excusing yourself as you bumped into several of them.

As soon as you stepped outside, the cool air hit your skin. It was almost like when you first jump into a pool. Your eyes scanned for Florence, catching her standing by the valet sign at the curb.

“Florence!” You made your way to her, Florence not bothering to look up and see who took the place next to her, as she quickly tried to blink away the tears in her eyes. You caught up to her and placed a hand on the back of her arm, looking at her face as you stood beside her.

She looked at you with a small smile and then back out into the street again. You frowned as you tried to catch her gaze again. “Are you alright?” She nodded, wiping the tear that escaped her eye without her noticing.

“Yeah, just got a bit overwhelmed in there, that’s all,” she sighed, crossing her arms to shield some of the cold air hitting her body. You noticed her shiver, so you wrapped your arms around her, bringing her body close to yours as she kept her arms to her chest and you wrapped yours around her back. She relaxed at your touch, letting her body fill up with warmth, whether that was from your body heat or her stomach filling up with heat, she couldn’t tell.

“Are you sure everythings okay? You can tell me if it’s not,” you spoke softly. Florence shrugged, not looking at you. Your hands drew circles in her back as you waited for an answer, but figured she wasn’t going to say anything. So, you two stood there, embracing in each other’s presence. But Florence couldn’t stop her mind from racing, images of seeing you with Adeline acting so friendly kept coming up in her head, making it difficult to not say anything.

A few moments later, Florence sighs deeply and looked at you. “Do you like Adeline?”

The question threw you off at first, so you frowned at her, hoping you heard wrong. “What?”

Flo shrugged out of your embrace and let her hands fall to her sides. “Do you like Adeline? Like are you two a thing?”

You shook your head in confusion, wondering where this sudden thought of her’s was coming from. “Adeline? Why would you think that?”

Florence shrugged, eyeing her hands where her fingers were picking at the skin around her manicured fingernails.

You stepped closer to Florence and placed your hand on her arm, making her look at the touch. She lifted her head and looked in your eyes, the hurt was clear the minute you saw those beautiful eyes.

“Florence, what’s going on with you?” Careful not to offend her with the question, your voice was low and gentle. Flo sighed deeply and looked away.

“I just - you guys looked so comfy up in the lounge, I just thought that maybe..”

“That we were together?” Florence nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Would that be a problem? If we were?” She looked at you with tears brimming her eyes. Of course it would be a problem for her.

“Yes,” Flo whispered, not daring to look at you. You frowned, still confused.

“But…why?” Florence rolled her eyes and turned away from you, frustrated that you still didn’t understand. “Don’t make me say it, Y/N. You of all people should know why.”

“Well I don’t, so can you just tell me?”

Florence turned back to you and looked at your face, in your eyes. “Because I like you, Y/N. That’s why. Do you get it now?”

The change in attitude threw you off, but made things abundantly clear now.

Florence liked you. The same Florence who you had been crushing on for months, like you back.

Heat rose to your cheeks as the realization settled, butterflies swarming your stomach. Florence just stood there, looking at you with a careful look on her face. She couldn’t tell what you were thinking. All she knew was that you hadn’t said anything for a minute and it was starting to worry her.

“Y/N? Can you please just say som-” Florence began to say before you crashed your lips against hers, making her shut up. She smiled against the kiss, instantly melting at the feeling.

Needless to say, neither of you were confused anymore about how each of you felt for the other.

“Does this look like I like Adeline, to you?” You asked as you came up for air, smirking at the blonde. She rolled her eyes at your comment.

“Oh shut up,” she laughed before bringing you back in for another kiss.

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[raqnarokr]

Chapter 4 - Doing Pranks on The Avengers (Headcanons Loki Edition)

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Pairing || Loki Laufeyson x Avenger!Reader, Loki Laufeyson & The Avengers

Summary || Where Loki decides to team up with you, Wanda and Yelena to prank The Avengers.

Word count || Around 400

Warnings & Contents || The Avengers team cameo, mention of ghosts.

Author's note || A little explanation on the pairings: when there's a “x” it means romantic relationship and the “&” means friendship/coworkers/team.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language, so my apologies for any misunderstandings or mistakes.

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We all know that Loki loves doing pranks and being mischievous with others (especially with his brother).

So our god here decided to join forces with you and Wanda to plan pranks for the rest of the Avengers.

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[yelenaslyubov]

a/n: haha… hey everyone. so it’s been a minute and i apologize. i’ve had a horrible writers block for the past few months and i still kinda do but i’m also trying to work through it. so i bring you a small blurb from my follower celebration. i figured it was fitting since the anniversary of black widow was a few days ago. i hope you enjoy and i will try my best to have more writing out soon. i’m hoping i can have a piece out about a certain character i haven’t written before from the most recent mcu film👀👀👀i love and miss you all and i hope you enjoy🫶

requested by @yelenabelovasbxtch

pairing: yelena belova x female reader

prompt #33: “make me”

warnings: implied smut, language, fluff

description: you and yelena spent a lazy sunday together before things get heated and someone interrupts your fun

translations: detka- baby

word count: 469

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Lazy Sunday

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Every Sunday morning rolled around the same as the last. You and Yelena shared lazy snuggles until one of the two of you dragged the other out of bed.

This particular morning, you sensed a cold bed beside you. When you raised your arm to wrap it around your lover, just as you suspected, she was nowhere to be found.

Once you woke up a bit and could process your surroundings, you could hear the shower echoing from the bathroom. Luckily the door was wide open where you could see just enough to satisfy you. You didn’t know how long Yelena had been in there so you figured you would rest until she came back to you.

As it appeared, you must’ve fallen back to sleep because you awoke as Yelena slipped back in bed freshly showered and as toned as ever. Her comforting grasp never failed to make you feel at home.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, my love.” The rasp in her morning voice was like rich honey and warmness in your soul.

“It’s okay. I haven’t been asleep for long,” you responded. “Why are you up early and getting ready?”

Yelena groaned and sat up in bed. “You forgot again didn’t you?” You laid there with a puzzled expression. “Natasha? Coming over this morning?”

“Shit, I forgot.”

“Ahhh really?” Yelena faked her surprise. “So that means you need to get up, sleepy head.”

“Nooo,” you whined.

“Yesss. You need to get dressed.”

“No.”

“No?”

“That’s what I said, no.”

“Get up.”

“Make me.”

Yelena raised her eyebrow and smirked. All in a quick motion she hovered over you with your arms pinned down to the bed right above your head. She pressed her thigh firmly between your legs, making you whimper from the pressure.

“I can make you do a lot of things, detka. Maybe you’d like to see just how good you can be for me.”

You looked into her eyes and saw nothing but dominant pure lust. She leaned in for a kiss slowly but stopped right before she met your lips.

“Yelena!” You both heard Nat yell through the apartment.

Yelena hastily climbed off you and off the bed while you were left unfulfilled. She turned around before exiting your room and looked you up and down.

“Why so upset?” she asked with a smug look. “Maybe next time you won’t have such an attitude and you’ll get what you want. For now, put some clothes on and meet us out here in five. I love you, byeee.” She said the last part as she opened and closed the door to leave you alone in the bedroom.

You threw your head back and groaned before getting up and doing as she wished, throwing some clothes on and greeting Nat with open arms.

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stop it 

pairing ; yelena belova x reader

prompt -  After a long day, person a just wants to sleep but person b just can’t keep it in their pants and they lose it, eventually running away

wc ; 1.4k

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Sleep.

That’s all you could think about as you pulled up to your apartment.

You needed sleep.

It had been a really tough week. With Yelena gone on a mission for the past 8 days you didn’t have any sort of support when you felt like shit after coming home every day.

You had Lucky, but it wasn’t the same as curling up to your girlfriend's side while she stroked your hair and let you vent about your horrible day.

He was super soft and cuddly, but he wasn’t exactly responsive.

“ one more day “ you muttered as you climbed out of your car and put your bag over your shoulder, reaching into the backseat to grab the groceries you had bought on the way home.

Apparently you couldn’t bend that way, not only did you drop the bag, but you pulled a muscle in your shoulder.

“ ow, fuck “ you winced, pulling your arm back and holding your other hand to it to try and sooth the pain there.

This day couldn’t get much worse.

First your boss cut your hours for next week down to only work four days, then you got caught in miles of traffic on your way home. This was the last straw. You were done for the day.

You needed to shower and get in bed. At least tomorrow was saturday. Your day off. And the day your love returned home.

You carried the groceries up to the apartment, smiling briefly when you spotted Lucky asleep on the couch across the room. Once you set the groceries down on the kitchen island, you unpacked and put away what you needed to, leaving the dry items in the bag to unpack in the morning when you felt better.

With that done, you walked across the apartment to your bedroom to strip out of your clothes. You were too focused on getting the tight and itchy fabric off of you that you didn't notice the light under the bathroom door. It was only when you were sliding your shoes off to put them on the rack that you noticed yelena’s combat boots were back in their usual place. Your brow furrowed softly, wondering how that had even happened.

And then the toilet flushed. Your head shot up to look at the door to the bathroom attached to your bedroom.

The second the door opened and you spotted your girlfriend's soft features, you shot across the room and wrapped your arms around her neck, burying your head in her warm skin.

She didn’t say anything either, and just wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you close to her.

Only after about a minute did the two of you pull apart, your hands going straight to her cheeks to look her over for injuries.

“ are you okay? Are you hurt ?” you asked slightly hurriedly as your eyes dropped to a bandage on her upper shoulder.

“ i’m fine детка, just a few scratches, nothing a few days of rest can’t fix “ yelena spoke soothingly, lifting her hands to take yours and press a kiss onto your soft palms.

“ well then, let’s get started on that rest. “ you said, a soft smile falling onto your lips as you led her towards your bed.

The idea of a shower had completely left your mind, all you wanted now was to lay and cuddle with yelena until tomorrow came.

Unfortunately your lover had other plans.

Before you could drag her to bed she pulled you back into her arms and kissed you with a lot more force than the first time. It was a moment or two before you pulled away to look at her with a slightly confused look on your face.

“ lena, what are you doing ?”

“ i missed you, дорогой. Haven’t felt you in over a week. “ her voice was hushed but every word felt like she was confused why you weren’t into this.

“ baby, i love you, and i have missed you, but i am so tired, can we please just wait until tomorrow? “

You had never turned yelena down for sex before. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with that response.

You unwrapped her arms from around you and made your way to your side of the bed, pulling your pyjamas from under your pillow and sliding them on, the simple cotton shorts and an old t-shirt.

The minute your head hit the pillow you were out like a light, only lasting long enough to cuddle up to yelena under the covers.

—-------------

You were woken up from your peaceful slumber by a pair of hands inching under your shirt and up towards your chest.

You thought you could just move her hand, but after you did that it just travelled down towards the band of your underwear.

“ lena, stop “ you mumbled, your voice riddled with sleep.

“ it’s tomorrow, baby. I don’t think i can last much longer without you. “ she muttered, sliding closer to you and pressing kisses onto your neck, hoping to get you in the mood for this.

But it only angered you.

“ yelena. Stop it. I don’t want to have sex right now “ you said, pulling her hands off of you and sitting up in bed.

“ okay, i’m sorry i missed you. “ she said rather sarcastically.

You let out a frustrated sigh before standing from the bed, sliding on a hoodie and grabbing your phone.

“ i’m sleeping on the couch tonight, i’ll see you in the morning, lena “ you said, exhaustion and irritance clear in your voice as you walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind you, but not before lucky followed you out of the room.

You could hear a muttered swear on the other side of the door. As much as you wanted to just sleep peacefully in your bed with yelena and lucky, she had made that impossible for you tonight.

You grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and laid down on the piece of furniture, hoping to finally catch some sleep. A soft smile graced your lips for a few moments when lucky jumped up and curled into your body. You draped your arm over the blonde creature and finally got some peaceful sleep.

—-------------

The next morning you were woken up by the smell of coffee.

Your eyes fluttered open and you were met with the sight of yelena setting down a mug for you before she sat down on the armchair.

You lifted your head, smiling softly when you found that lucky hadnt moved from his spot all night. You tapped his body lightly, signalling for him to move so you could move.

The sound of a soft “ morning “ from the armchair brought your attention to yelena.

“ morning. “ you responded simply, reaching over to take your coffee.

The two of you sat in palpable silence for a few moments before she spoke up.

“ i’m so sorry, моя любовь. I know there’s no excuse, but i just missed you so much, and i- i never meant to try and push that on you. “

You could hear the wavering in her voice. She had never liked when you fought, especially when it ended with the two of you sleeping apart.

“ it’s okay, lena… “ you paused, setting your coffee on the table and taking the few steps over to her and perching on the arm of the chair. “ i forgive you. I just had a really tough week and i just wanted to sleep last night. “

“ i couldn’t sleep after you left, i felt so terrible. “ she said quietly, tilting her head up to look at you.

You lifted your hand and rested it on her cheek, muttering a soft ‘ oh, baby. ‘ before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“ you don’t have to go anywhere, right ?” you questioned, earning a shake of the head from yelena. “ well why don’t we have some breakfast and spend the day in bed? I didnt sleep to well out here either “

A soft smile fell onto her lips before she rested her head briefly down on your thigh

“ that sounds nice “

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[quietlyimplode]

the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 12 - Red

Warnings: red room talk but nothing graphic

Word Count: 1.3k (gif not mine)

Summary: Yelena receives some help from unlikely sources. Natasha still has her back, despite what she may think.

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2014

SINGAPORE

“Yelena, where are you?” Saffine shouts into the ear piece.

“Did you do it? Is she dead?”

“Yelena?” Irina asks, “where are you? Your tracker isn’t working. How did you do that?”

Panic suffocates Yelena.

They have safeguards against self harm. Poisons in their bodies that don’t allow them to harm themselves.

Saffine would know something has gone wrong.

Maybe they’d know it’s not her fault.

Choices.

A life with the Red Room, staying until she dies or becomes like Isla, training a new generation of widows and hating herself for it.

Natasha was right.

It’s not a choice.

Despite the connections she’s made in the Red Room and the responsibility she feels for others, she knows, running, escaping, it’s what’s best for her.

A choice like she’s never been given, the irony that it comes from Natasha is not lost on her.

She hates Natasha for it, and loves her all the same.

Looking at the bus schedule, Yelena chooses the one heading to Malaysia, she hears the panic on the line of the other two widows and she knows the punishment that awaits them when they get picked up and returned.

She drops the ear pieces into a teenagers bag, and then; she’s alone.

She knows she can’t think of that now.

People watching as she boards the bus, she calms herself, counting the people around her, and focusing on the time.

Five hours til she arrives and then can work out what to do from there.

Five hours to think about the decision she’s just made.

.

“Did you really expect her to be here?” Clint asks as they board the plane.

“Yes?”

Natasha’s answer is hopeful as she looks around again. The amount of people around them making it difficult to see faces and disguises.

Clint doesn’t follow her eyesight, instead looks at the bruising on her face, covered by make up but still visible. He’s not sure he wants to face Yelena right now. He feels so angry at the pain he knows Natasha is in.

“She’s not coming is she?”

Clint shakes his head, pulling their passports out and presenting them to flight attendant. He knows he needs to let it go.

“Would you have come with me?”

Natasha almost laughs.

“We both know I didn’t,” she replies.

“She needs time, Natasha.”

She frowns, feeling like she’s been told off.

“Why the full name?”

He shrugs, moving forward in line.

“For emphasis? I’m just saying; that she has no reason to trust you, even with everything that you’ve set up. You want an easy reunion but even you have to admit that when you were out of the clutches, it still took you time to trust me, and it was only because I could give you something you needed.”

He points to their seats and she passes him a bag.

“Give her time, yeah? She may not be ready, or she may have a different agenda to what you think she should.”

She sits and stares into the airport, searching again.

“Yeah,” she says softly.

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2014

MALAYSIA

Yelena steps off the bus, and picks up a suitcase from underneath that isn’t hers, but likely is a womans. If anyone stops her she can play stupid.

They don’t though, and she makes her way to the tallest and biggest hotel in the city.

Kuala Lumpur is busier than she remembers when she was here last, but she was only twelve. Maybe under that light, it all felt different.

She checks in with a fake passport, a fake name, and stolen money, and requests a room furthest from the elevator.

“I’m such a light sleeper,” she grins to the lady, who nods and smiles back.

Easy, this is, manipulating people, Yelena thinks as the elevator takes her up.

She opens the suitcase in her room and luckily finds a range of tshirts and shorts to manage in.

Toiletries, medications, shoes that are probably too big, things she’ll need to reset.

Yelena sighs heavily.

She’s free.

She’s not sure why it feels so bad though.

She should be happy, light, pleased with her decision but instead all she feels is dread.

.

Red hair dye may have not been her best decision. She’s not sure how Natasha blended in so well with being so visible.

It’s strange, not having a mission, not being housed in a facility. The feeling of freedom after being under the rule of someone else feels terrifying.

Yelena doesn’t know what to do with herself.

Knowing they’ll be searching for her, knowing they’re coming, she just can’t seem to move forward, stuck in an awkward limbo of repeating the same day over and over.

She ends up at a small café, orders the same fruit drink and watches those around her.

She brings a book she took from the hotel and pretends to read it, instead taking the time to watch and learn how to be human.

She watches adults walk together, women with headphones walking by, men talking animatedly on the phone.

It’s the children she likes to watch the most.

The little girls who smile easily at their mothers, and the little boys that eat ice cream looking up at their fathers.

Yelena sorts through her feelings, knowing it’s jealousy that boils.

It doesn’t feel fair.

She pushes it down, turning it to anger.

That could have been her, it was her in Ohio.

“Good book?”

The approach of another startles her and even more so when she sees Isla.

Fear pulses through her.

If Isla was here, then so was the Red Room.

���Freedom is a tricky thing, isn’t it?”

She takes Yelena’s hand.

“She told me the tracker was disabled,”

There’s a even cadence of Yelena’s voice, even though she feels like throwing up in fear.

“Oh it is, but honey, you’re going to have to do better to run and hide if you want this to be a permanent thing.”

Yelena stares at Isla.

The Red Room poster girl; a terrifying individual, having cycled through at least twice, probably three times.

“I’m not the bad guy,” Isla smiles, wickedly, sipping her own drink and passing across a package.

“She’s given you an out, and I’m giving you a way to do it.”

“Natasha, she knew, she paid me to help, which is the only reason I’m doing this.”

Yelena opens the package.

Two passports peek out, and Australian one and an American one and a stack of US dollars.

Her heart catches.

“You’ll let me go?”

Isla shrugs.

“Is that what you want?”

Yelena feels her filter drop.

“How am I supposed to know? They said jump and I’d say how high. I don’t want to be theirs. I… this is not real. They made me like this, this shell, and now… now I don’t know; I want them to tell me what I should do, there’s too much grey— too much variability. When you take away the Red Room and what’s left? What’s left of… me?”

Yelena bites down hard on the inside of her cheeks, feeling the intensity of grief bubbling inside and the threat of tears come as she stares down at her drink.

“Sometimes we can’t leave, there’s too much damage. But you should, you might like who you find,” Isla tells her, in a moment of honesty.

“I tried once,” she whispers, more to herself.

She laughs out loud, a manic sound, breaking the introspection.

“If I catch you again, I’m taking you in, and they can do to you what they did to me.”

Yelena feels the insanity in the words.

“What am I supposed to do, now?”

Isla stands, hovers next to her and points out to the people around.

“Become one of them? Be like your sister? Or go the other way? Maybe you’ll like what you become when you don’t have someone pulling your puppet strings.”

She kisses Yelena’s forehead.

“She’s given you an out; I suggest you take it.”

As quickly as she comes, she goes, leaving Yelena with more questions than answers.

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[yelenabelovasbxtch]

7-Minutes in Heaven

Yelena Belova X f!reader

A/n: hey everyone! Sorry it’s been a hot min since I’ve posted. Been having some issues feeling motivated but I’ve finally been able to relax and catch up on sleep now for a couple of days and watched some tv. So, I’m ready to get back to it and also celebrate 1K followers very soon! Anyways, has anyone seen the movie crush? It’s a LGBTQ+ movie and just came out…anyways…this fic is INSPIRED by a scene in this movie! I hope you enjoy! Lmk if you wanna be added to my Yelena taglist!

Word count: 1721

Warnings: fluff, making out, angst, Yelena being a cutie

Concept: You and Yelena are secretly crushing on one another and neither of you know it. Your feelings are revealed at a party when you play 7 minutes in heaven.

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“Kate Bishop I already said no,” Yelena says in an aggravated tone as she yanks her hand out of Kate’s grasp.

“Yelena! It will be fun. You need to get out more and socialize I can’t be your only friend here.”

“You’re not my only friend.” She replies in a snarky tone.

“Oh yeah? Then who else?”

“Uhhh the spider-boy. Parker.”

“He is my friend that hangs out with us who by the way you scare every time.”

“Well, I still hang out with him so he’s my friend too now. See? That’s more than enough and I have Natasha too, I don’t need anyone else to care about and I use the term care very loosely.”

“Not even y/n?” Kate replies with a bit of tease in her voice.

Suddenly Yelena’s smile drops off her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yelena, c’mon. It is so obvious you have feelings for her.”

“I don’t even know who this y/n is.”

“Okay Lena, if you say so, how about to prove you don’t have feelings for her, you come to the party tonight and when you see her, try your best not to freeze up and maybe I’ll believe you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“You’re not going to give this up are you.”

“Nope.”

“Fine. But I swear Kate Bishop, there will be no funny business or else.”

“You don’t scare me Belova.”

Yelena’s eyes widen as her jaw clenches in Kate’s direction.

“Okay, maybe you scare me a little. C’mon, get ready and we can head out”

Yelena, went back to her room to get changed.

“Wow, Lena, you look great! I didn’t know you owned clothing that wasn’t gym attire.”

“Yeah, Yeah.”

Yelena was wearing a beige and blue striped shirt with a long black and beige patchwork trench coat finished with black pants and a whole lot of chains and rings. Yelena wore her hair down and you could see how nicely her bangs flowed down the sides of her face. She really looked amazing, it was giving hot chick but one you don’t want to mess with.

Yelena and Kate showed up at Liz’s house for the party only about an hour late but most people were showing up around the same time anyways. As soon as they arrived Yelena practically b-lined it straight for the vodka. As she was pouring herself a drink and one for Kate she saw you walk through the door. You were wearing a beautiful sundress and had arrived with Peter and Ned. As Yelena was practically drooling over how amazing you look, as always, she poured herself another shot to calm the nerves.

“What’s wrong Belova? Somebody got you a little nervous?”

Yelena shoots Kate a look.

“Hey y/n!” Kate yells, waving her hand.

Yelena felt like she wanted to melt into the floor at this point but also knew she had to put on a face to prove to Kate she had no feelings for you.

“Hey, Kate!” you said as you pulled her in for a big hug.

As the two of you pulled apart you immediately looked over at Yelena and held your arms open as you greeted her too. Yelena felt stiff at first but then relaxed into your arms for a little but longer of a hug than you gave Kate. As the two of you looked peaceful hugging each other, Kate and Peter shot one another a confused look.

“So, what’re you drinking Lena?” you ask.

“Vodka.”

Well, that was a short conversation.

“Vodka? That sounds…fun.”

“Yes, it is. Want some?”

You had never done a proper shot before, Peter’s aunt pretty much always just bought you guys coolers and that was plenty considering you were kind of a lightweight. “Sure!” One shot can’t hurt, right?

The two of you took a shot and eventually went your separate ways after minimal conversation. Yelena always acted kind of weird around you but you never understood why. Yes, the thought crossed your mind that maybe you annoyed her, was it obvious you crushed on the blonde assassin? I mean like, who wouldn’t? She was hot, could kill you and her accent? You knew about all your friend’s “secret abilities” even though you’re not part of the team. You and Ned pretty much just helped them out whenever they needed it until Ned discovered he’s got powers too and now it’s just you on your own.

“Everyone! Gather around! We are going to play a game!” Liz yelled with Kate standing next to her.

“So, has anyone heard of the game…7-minutes in heaven?” Kate asks as all the drunk teens scream in excitement. “Well, if you don’t know the rules, they’re simple, put your phone in the bag, if yours is picked, you go 7-minutes with the other person in the bathroom. Now, granted that we aren’t barbaric if you don’t want to kiss…that’s fine. We won’t force you but you’re still going to be locked in there for 7 minutes!”

“Got it? Good. Phones in the bag!” Liz says as she holds out a pillowcase where people drop their phones in.

You were sitting with some friends from school as Yelena was quietly sipping her drink at the back of the room. About 5 rounds of 7-minutes have gone down and everyone was having a great time, laughing and drinking, then, all of a sudden, your phone got pulled out of the bag. Kate was the one pulling them and she was rummaging through them for quite a bit of time before pulling the second one out. As she holds the second phone in the air, you’re scanning the room trying to find the owner when all of a sudden your eyes land on a shocked Yelena Belova.

“Yelena?” Kate asks as she tries to find where she is.

Yelena walks to the bathroom as you follow behind as the door shuts behind the two of you and you hear the lock click from the outside.

“They know we can unlock it from the inside right?” Yelena says in a snarky tone.

“Yeah…not sure why they do that…must be for the “effect”” You say with a laugh.

The bathroom wasn’t too big but it was big enough that you could both sit next to one another with your legs out and still be about a foot away from the wall. The lights were off but the room was dimly lit with a strip of purple LED’s running along where the ceiling meets the wall.

“So…I don’t see you at Liz’s parties often.” You say in a desperate and slightly pathetic attempt to make conversation with her.

“Kate Bishop dragged me to this one she said it would be good for me so I could–” Yelena pauses.

“So…you could…what?”

“Nothing.”

You raise an eyebrow at her as you look into her eyes with purple lights reflecting in them. God, she was beautiful. The way her lips slightly downcurved unless she was smiling, her nose, oh my god her nose is perfect.

“So I could…meet…you?”

“Meet me? Yelena, we’ve met before.”

“No– That’s not what I meant, I meant– ugh. I’m sorry, I am no good at this.”

“What aren’t you good at love? Maybe I can help?” You replied with a head tilt and the biggest puppy dog expression while also being completely clueless about what she was trying to say and how difficult you were making this for her.

“I just– Kate Bishop says that I like you.”

“Kate says…? That you like me…?”

“Yes–”

“So Kate says that but you don’t…?”

“Yes– I mean no. I mean yes I do like you but Kate is the one who made me realize I do have feelings for you. I’m sorry I just– I’ve never had the ability to really have my own feelings like this before so now that I can, I just– I didn’t know what they were but now I am sure. I do in fact like you y/n. I just wanted to–”

Yelena was rambling in the most adorable way but you decided to cut her off by grabbing her face and pulling her in for a kiss that started off a little more aggressive from built-up nerves but settled into something much more soft and passionate.

Yelena was tense and nervous at first but when your lips touched all of those emotions flooded away and suddenly she felt secure and relaxed with you in her arms. As the two of you shared what were both of your first kisses, you were falling in love, even more than you already were. You both pulled away, your lips only parted about an inch from one another as your foreheads touched and your hands rested on the others cheek.

“I like you too Lena.”

Yelena’s lips curled up into a smile when she heard you speak.

“And I have something to admit…I’m actually the reason you’re here. I asked Kate to bring you because I wanted to see you too.”

Yelena’s eyes were slightly glazed over, her heart felt like it was going to explode with emotions. She’s never felt this happy before and whenever you were around it just made her automatically smile. She leaned back in to press her lips into yours and after another minute of uninterrupted making out, there were three loud knocks on the door, signalling you guys to come out.

“Want to get out of here?” You ask Yelena as she pulls you off the floor.

“Well, we have to no? That is the point? 7-Minutes and then we exit the bathroom?”

You look at Yelena and let out a small chuckle and smile as you bring your palm up to her cheek and pull her in for a light peck on the lips. “You’re adorable Lena. I meant to you want to go back to my place?”

Lena’s cheeks were a little flushed after making out but also from the slight embarrassment she was feeling from that. She nods her head with a soft smile and you grab her hand, pulling her out of the washroom, through the house and out the front door. You were taking the hot blonde assassin home tonight and god were you excited for what was to come.

— the end —

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Burnt Toast and Vodka: Nap-time and Selfies

a/n: hi everyone! Back with another drabble! This one is centered on bestie!yelena <3 as always if you have a request, plz send it in! I love seeing what you want as a reader <3 <3 (i am having so much fun with these drabbles omg)

word count: 324

taglist: @sunshadesnrainbowz

Yelena was bored.

She sat on the floor, tapping her fingers against her thigh as she waited for you to wake up. You had an exhausting day and had promptly fallen asleep on your couch. Yelena had draped a blanket over you and adjusted your pillow but that was two hours ago.

She was about to get up and go to rummage through your fridge when a buzzing sound filled the air. Your phone had fallen in between the cracks of the cushions. Carefully, so she wouldn’t wake you up, Yelena reached under the cushion to grab your phone. Once it was out though, the buzzing was louder and Yelena scrambled to turn it off once she noticed you shifting under your blanket. Yelena went to put your phone on the coffee table but a thought struck her. She giggled opening your phone but groaned once she saw your boring basic background.

“Oh come on Y/N…” she whispered under her breath, typing in your passcode (nothing challenging, just your birthday). She opened your camera app, snapping selfies with crazy expressions. She gave herself a double-chin while crossing her eyes, she attempted to touch her nose with her tongue, and she took many up close selfies that only included her eyes and the bridge of her nose. Her favorite, however, was when she flipped her hair over her face and placed sunglasses where her eyes would be.

“I’m a freaking model.” She spoke to herself, laughing while wiggling her shoulders as she changed your background to the sunglasses picture.

In the end, Yelena had taken over 300 selfies in the span of three minutes.

She placed your phone on the end table, finally standing up to go make mac n’ cheese.

When you woke up and sleepily grabbed your phone to check the time, you almost fell off from the surprise of seeing what was now your background. (You were never going to change it)

a/n: was that rushed? Yes. Was it fun to write? Extremely. Thank you for reading! (Also that sunglasses pic i described is actually one i have of myself lol, and i am definitely yelena in this, i am always spamming my friends phones, my parents, my sisters with the most gorgeous of selfies lol)

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