#street racer! Yelena

[yelenasdiary]

Street Racer/Race Car Driver Yelena is fucking hot 😵‍💫

I may or may not have had her in my dream last night 🤭

[unholyhelbig]

new oversight will be everything! i can’t wait!

Title: Work Life Balance [an Oversight Oneshot]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: When reader gets hurt during a job, she starts to worry about how her girlfriend, the infamous mafia boss that controls the city, will react

[a/n: while this isn't a new chapter of Oversight (I am working on that), it is set in the same universe as the Oversight. It's based off of a Private Practice episode, and something a little lighter & silly. Enjoy!]

Warnings: Gun violence, blood, spit, threats, blood, hurt/comfort, No spell checks

Check out the full Oversight universe

[ Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven ]

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The metal bat had slammed against the side of your face with enough force to blind you momentarily in the right eye. It knocked the sense out of you too and your bearings were scrambled until that darkness started to ebb away into a blurry image of the alleyway.

There was a pungent scent in the air, rotted food in dark green trash bags that had been torn by tiny teeth, or elongated claws. Crumpled napkins and discarded soda cups littered the damp ground.

Before the man could swing the bat for a second time, you caught it half an inch from your face and shoved it away. He was disarmed and you were able to shove his back up against the wall, holding him there despite his squirming. His lip was split, the blood drying quickly from the bright red to a deep black.

“Come on, man.” You twisted your hand into the fabric of his shirt, bunching your fingers around his collar. “We fronted the product, so you have to front the cash.”

“Fuck off,”

He spit on you, a gummy mix of tobacco and sugar. There were a lot of things you could handle; the ringing in your ear, and the pain in your knuckles from the first four blows you threw. But spit was where you drew the line. It had bugged you since you were in fifth grade and Amy Sheldon dangled a long string of it inches from your nose before slurping it back up through the slit in her buck teeth.

“Alright,” you breathed out, making sure you kicked the fallen bat out of his reach. “You agree to push product on that little street racer of yours in exchange for twenty five percent of the cut. You get sloppy and sample the product and don’t have the cash to give to my boss?”

You lifted him from the brick and shoved him back down onto it with enough force to push the putrid breath from his lungs. “That doesn’t feel very fair, now, does it?”

He smiled at you with a laugh that rivaled a cackle. His teeth were orange with diluted blood. There was no getting through to him. Your free hand dipped into the side of your jacket. Over the last two years, you’d grown well accustomed to the feeling of a gun in your hand.

You pushed the tip of the gun under his chin into the soft spot of his skin. He stopped laughing, the sound getting stuck in his throat with a choking sound.

“Do you know what they call me?” You gritted.

“A raging bitch?”

You made a buzzing noise in the back of your throat, much like the signaling of a wrong answer on a game show. There was a soft click as you pulled the trigger of the gun. The man in your grasp tensed and hissed.

“Wrong. You know, at first, I just forgot to load my gun. Got me into some pretty hot water, scalding actually. But eventually it became a bit of a calling card. Roulette. I can pull the trigger as many times as I want, but only one will hit it’s mark.”

He swallowed hard, you felt it in the side of your hand. He was sweating and you were growing tired of the empty threats. Yelena wouldn’t approve of something like this, and you were sure Natasha wouldn’t have had a second thought about putting a mark between his eyebrows.

“Most men aren’t lucky more than twice,” You pulled the trigger again, met with another soft click. Of course, there were no bullets in the chamber; they rattled in your front pocket like your keys. “Three times at most.”

His voice cracked. “Please,”

There was a sharp scent in the air that rivaled that of trash. You were losing blood fast. It had streaked down the side of your face from a gash on your temple and crusted the collar of your shirt.

“You have a week to make up the difference. A week and I’ll be back with a gun that has more than one bullet in the chamber. Am I clear?”

“Yes, but-“

“Am I clear?”

He nodded aggressively and you sheathed your weapon, releasing him. His legs gave out and he sunk to the damp pavement. You picked up the weighted metal back, entirely content to take it with you. It would make your next encounter a hell of a lot easier.

It was impossible to sneak into the house without giving yourself away. Even if you were to park down the block, unlace your shoes and pad into the foyer barefoot, and leave the front door open a crack, you were at risk of creating a scene.

That didn’t mean that you couldn’t keep the injured side of your face away from Natasha for as long as possible. She would know that something was up, and despite her throwing you into this life in the first place, her heart broke when you were on the deep side of any injury.

You set the metal bat down with a bucket of black umbrellas and a bench that was mostly unused. There was a dull metal thump that aggravated the headache that was coming on. You attempted to sneak up the stairs, but the second your fingertips hit the mahogany handrail you were stopped by an irritated voice with a Russian lilt to it.

Yelena was sprawled out on the sofa, a book was face down on her chest, lifting and falling with each breath. She’d given up on it in favor of the warmth that Kate provided her. Kate’s head was on Yelena’s shoulder, her arms wrapped around her midsection. Yelena looked perfectly comfortable in between Kate’s legs, both of them were about ready to doze off and if you had waited an extra five minutes, maybe you would have gotten away with sneaking in.

“Did you get hit by a bus?” Kate asked.

You leaned against the entryway of the sitting room. “Ricky got a good hit in with a metal bat.”

“Oo, Natasha is going to be mad at you.” Yelena chuckled, taunting you like a child. You would have thrown a pillow at her if Kate wasn’t in the line of fire.

She was going to be mad at you for not using the buddy system that was proposed and certainly for not dodging the hit that was coming your way. Natasha hated when you got hurt and that sad look in her eyes was worse than whatever pain could be inflicted on you.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“It looks pretty bad.” Kate said.

You shot them both the middle finger before turning away and padding up the stairs towards your shared bedroom with Natasha. Most days, she was holed up in her office and you didn’t bother her until the ache for her touch, for her presence, bothered you both enough to cave.

That was most days.

Some days, Natasha could be found in your room in sweatpants with a laptop propped up on her crossed legs. She was dwarfed in the silk bedspread, her hair in a messy bun and a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose.

This was quite possibly your favorite look on Natasha, this quiet version of her. She’d let you hold her in this state instead of the other way around. You hated to break the mood, hated that she glanced up from her laptop not once, but twice.

Wordlessly, Natasha set her work aside and walked over to you. She cupped your face, her fingers cold against your cheeks. Her voice was soft and when she was angry enough, there was the slightest bit of a Russian inflection to her words. “What happened?”

“I… didn’t use the buddy system.”

“Mm, you didn’t use the buddy system.”

Her thumb moved against the black and blue wound against your eye. She pressed every so slightly, testing its durability. You winced, drawing in a breath through clenched teeth. It wasn’t bad, really, her touch soothed you just as quickly as it had bitten you with pain.

Natasha was good at taking care of you and she pulled you into the large master bathroom that the two of you shared. There was an abundance of white and beige. It was always a few degrees cooler than the rest of the house and offered a form of comfort as such.

There were nights where the two of you would simply brush your teeth shoulder to shoulder, and there were nights where she had her arms wrapped around you amongst the deep scent of lavender. Bubble hit her touch as her fingers roamed over the most intimate parts of you.

Now, she guided you to the edge of the sink and lifted you up in a fluid motion. She stood between your legs, making you feel even more like a child when Yelena had scolded you downstairs. Still, there was a degree of affection in her movements. Natasha frowned as she pulled a med kit from the bottom of the sink.

She tutted “Zaychik, this looks bad.”

“Image wise or the actual wound because-“You let out a small noise when she placed the frigid and stinging antiseptic against your face. It sent electric down your spine. “I didn’t know he had a bat.”

“A bat?”

“Right out of left field.”

Natasha’s frown deepened. This was supposed to be an easy job, and by all means, it was. You had accomplished your assignment of scaring up. You were sure he had released his bladder as he slid down the wall into a fetal position. Getting the money from a frightened man was going to be no problem.

Tonight was intended to be calm. You’d come home and shower and eat pizza and spend the entire night curled up in Natasha’s arms while she typed away on the computer. You’d listen to her breathing, her heartbeat.

Instead, she was roughly patching you up, buzzing with anger under her stare. “Why didn’t you take Clint?”

“Nat, I have a fantastic idea.”

“If it involves gutting that man alive and hanging him from a flagpole, then I am all in, darling.” Her words were light, distracted, as she wiped away a good portion of dried blood.

“What if we left things at the office, metaphorically speaking. What if we didn’t bring stuff like this home? Shut it all off.”  

She pulled back far enough to stifle her floral scent. There was an adorable crease between her eyes. “My mind doesn’t work like that, Malysh. This home is my office and vice versa. Someone hurt you and that is my business. That is my work.”

“I know,” you said, tucking a strand of fallen hair behind her ear. She glowered under her thick-framed glasses. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the frown off her face. “I know, but sometimes I just want to be with you.”

“Huh,”

“Huh?”

“Huh.”

This wasn’t exactly a constructive conversation. You figured as much when she ripped a bandage out of its waxy packaging and slapped it onto the gash against your temple. You let out a disgruntled noise and she grasped your waist and maneuvered you back to the floor. Your legs had fallen asleep and you were a little unsteady.

Natasha flicked on the sink and started scrubbing her hands of your blood. “No sex,”

“What?” You blinked at her, scratching fruitlessly at the adhesive on the bandage. It was incredibly itchy.

Natasha dried her hands on the nearby towel, “You heard me, no sex.”

“You… You’re withholding sexual pleasure because of something that happened at work?”

“Not something that happened at work, your refusal to talk about it.”

“Natasha,” You nearly whined.

“No sex!” She huffed, pointing towards the exit of the room “Go sleep on the couch.”

You dropped your shoulders in defeat. You had been banned to the couch? Your girlfriend didn’t’ withhold most things and the two of you had a very healthy and active life. There wasn’t true anger behind her words, instead she was testing you. Watching you until you give in.

“Fine,” You huffed, crossing your arms “The couch sounds lovely.”

“Good,”

“Great.”

“Fine.”

You grabbed the fuzzy blanket at the base of the bed and started to stalk towards the door. You could feel Natasha staring at you, waiting for you to turn around and apologize but it wouldn’t happen. Not this time. You were setting boundaries and if that included…no sex… then that was fine. It was fine.

“Zaychik?”

You turned back to Natasha, one eyebrow lifted, “Yes?”

“Leave the blanket.”

She gave you a sugary sweet smile before settling back into her previous position, pulling her computer into her lap. Your jaw was agape, but you tossed the blanket at her nonetheless and stormed out of the room.

The nerve, the absolute nerve!

Natasha wasn’t particularly hard to have a conversation with, but work was nearly untouchable with her. You knew that. She knew that. You did as you were told and protected her and her assets at all costs.

When you got back downstairs you fixed yourself a sloppy peanut butter and jelly sandwich before sulking back into the living room and flopping down onto the recliner in the corner. Yelena had since fallen asleep, and Kate was reading the book while her eyes grew heavy.

“You got kicked out, huh?”

“Kicked out, banned from sex.” You waved the sandwich around in the air “doghouse.”

Kate scoffed “the Romanoff sisters aren’t always the most forthcoming, are they?”

She was looking lovingly at Yelena, stroking her hair as the smaller woman curled deeper into her, fingers clenching at Kate’s flannel and then releasing as she settled back into a comfortable sleep.

“They make it hard to love them, but the moments where the mask slips and they’re vulnerable. Moments like these make everything worth it. And despite everything, you know they care. They’ll always care.”

“Sometimes too much,” you took a large bite of your sandwich.

“No such thing.”

Yelena stirred in her arms, nose pressed against Kate’s pulse point. She clenched her eyes tighter, her next words mumbled “Kate Bishop, if you don’t stop talking you will be sleeping on the couch with y/n.”

“Doghouse,” You said with a long sigh.

“Mm,” Kate hummed, letting out a quiet whisper “Doghouse,”

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[rookthorne]

𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻!

the big day is here, my loves!

I am so excited to celebrate with all of you, and I have the perfect way to do so.

for my birthday I want to give back to the community that has given me so much; a sense of freedom, my creativity, my recovery, my motivation, and most importantly - the closest friends that I am beyond lucky to have from all over the world, or right next door.

just a massive promotional event where we can talk and share our favourites.

so, let’s begin!

the celebration will last 2ish weeks:

6th of August - 23rd of August

during this time, my ask box will be open (anon and named) to any and all of the following for the marvel fandom:

your favourite fics

your favourite blogs / writers / content creators (including graphics, gifs, videos, etc)

this is so you can gush about your favourite fics, authors, people, just really anything that you love as a reader or as a writer, or a creator.

you can also use it as a self promotion opportunity!

my personal favourite is of course Bucky! but I love Steve, Sam, Yelena, Wanda, and Carol fics too! I am also a huge Stucky shipper. bonus points if you send in any of those. 😉

this is not limited to tumblr - send in for wattpad and ao3 too!

I want you to tell me all about them, I wanna hear it all, I wanna know what makes you happy.

during the celebration I will be adding all of the suggestions to this post under the hype banner.

MINIGAMES

the traditional FMKiss, would you rather, send me a kink to rate, or this alternative to FMK! you can even ask me my opinion on literally anything Marvel.

All Marvel characters + Seb & Chris characters.

REQUESTS

I will take limited requests for the following;

oneshots / drabbles

headcanons

moodboards (make sure to tell me the aesthetic, era of the character, and colours you want)

Pick from these prompts, or send in your own;

Domestic Fluff | Fluff | Idiots in Love | Intimacy | I love you

you can also ask me to write in an established universe (Biker, Street Racer, Outlaw, Zombie), or request a new AU! otherwise I would take it as a modern!AU.

I only write for Bucky & Steve at this stage, but keep in mind you gotta give me a prompt or an idea! I will also put [CLOSED] once I’ve hit the limit! I will decline/delete any request that makes me uncomfortable - to avoid that I’ve done my best to pick the prompts I’m mostly comfortable with.

keep in mind if you send me a prompt and it’s not completed for this event, I will still post it when it’s over!

CLICK HERE FOR EVENT MASTERLIST

with all that being said, I cannot wait to celebrate and share all of the recommendations.

I am sending love to each and every single damn one of you. you have all been a part of my journey, whether your role has been small or big, you all mean so much to me.

thank you. 💗

Account Recs

@treatbuckywkisses and her moodboards • sent in by @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare!

Dreaming In June by @captainsimagines • sent in by @natbarnes1917!

series + completed

Alive for centuries, you’ve navigated this world in all its singularities, all its multitudes. You’ve avoided, intercepted, and learned the meaning of loss. At the request of an old friend who now happens to be the new Captain America, you move to a place that only vaguely feels peaceful, to secretly protect his best friend. There you meet Bucky Barnes, your next door neighbor, who has also lived countless lives, seen a lot of things, and lost the one he loved. You have more in common than you thought.

The Last Name by @demonpoxballad • sent in by @writing-for-marvel!

series + completed

There's one more name from the past bouncing around Bucky's head. One more scribble ripped from the pages of Steve's old book. Another person to make amends with. Except this one is different: he can't remember doing anything wrong. No murdering or enabling of evil plans. No threats or political conquests. In fact, Bucky can't remember much of her at all.

Requiem by @motsdouxdejanie • sent in by @writing-for-marvel!

oneshot

A fairy without her wings and a captain without his crew - two misfits manage to find each other in the cruel dark world that is Neverland.

where do we go from here by @barnesafterglow • sent in by @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare!

twoshot

when you agree to be bucky's date for his sister's wedding - and his fake girlfriend for the weekend - you're expecting a good time with your best friend. but things may never go back to normal

lane lines by sparkagrace on ao3 • sent in by @buckyismybicycle!

series + completed

Steve Rogers has spent his entire life swimming and now is poised to take the Wakanda 2024 Olympics by storm. The only thing he’s missing is a friendly rival to help get him there. Enter Bucky Barnes, who doesn’t seem to take the sport quite as seriously despite his raw and enviable talent. Steve hates him. Bucky doesn’t care. That makes Steve hate him more.

Author Recs

@howdoyousleep3’s Masterlist • sent in by @navybrat817!

literal Stucky heaven with the ever perfect daddy kink, need I say more?

@christywantspizza’s Masterlist • sent in by @navybrat817!

I am dying at the selection for Bucky here and EVEN MORE STUCKY 🤤

headers by me

dividers by @silkholland + @firefly-graphics

no pressure tags to some of my mutuals 💗 @thenhewaswrongaboutme @writing-for-marvel @buckyismybicycle @dilemmaontwolegs @marvel-3407 @woolfhoundsss @foreverindreamlandd @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @natbarnes1917

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Cool for the Summer

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42023808

by Writer_Lethogica

Sam Wilson likes to street race. Sam may or may not also like Bucky Barnes more than just friends.

EXCERPT:

Sam remembered meeting Bucky. Getting a recommendation from his friend Steve to go to a shop that Steve knew had a good mechanic. The way Bucky’s eyes lit up as he saw Sam’s baby, his Redwing.

It was love at first sight.

Who wouldn’t fall in love with Redwing?

It was a bonus that Bucky was a man Sam genuinely wanted to be around all the time. All the time. Every chance Sam got, he tried to see Bucky. But that was just what being such good best friends was like, Sam supposed. Just wanting to spend every second of every day with each other.

Words: 6830, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of Samtember Ficlet and Drabble Anthology 2022

Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Joaquín Torres, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, Misty Knight, Shang-Chi (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Helmut Zemo

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, POV Sam Wilson, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Street Racing, Street Racer Sam Wilson, Mechanic Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Light Angst, Porn with Feelings, more like, feelings with porn, Hand Jobs, Clubbing, Coming Out, Family Feels, Dorks in Love, Family in the Fast & the Furious Meaning of the Word

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42023808

[yelenasdiary]

I'm having thoughts on Race Car Driver Yelena Belova 🤭.

Yelena has a long wolf cut. She's one of the top racers in Russia along with her sister. She prefers Gold over Silver because it goes better with her skin tone. She wears a lot of rings on her fingers. She wears a forest green and white varsity jacket over her tight black sleeveless turtleneck shirt. She wears a chest binder that makes her chest look smaller. Due to her tight shirt you can slightly see her abs that she has.

Even though she loves to race she also loves to work on cars or motorcycles that are brought into her friends workshop. After she finish working on the car she has oil all over her. She wears her baseball cap backwards all the time. She has slightly long nails and keeps them painted white. She wears black cargo pants with zippers on her knees where she can unzip them and show off her knee tattoos. She has other tattoos all over her body. She has a lip piercing, a smiley, a Septum & another nose piercing and a Medusa piercing. She wears three chain necklaces together all the time and never takes them off except if she's sleeping or taking a shower. She carries a black vape with her all the time. She drives a white Nissan GT-R that has green lights under it.

Yelena is definitely a fast driver and wins in every drag race she goes to and gets a lot of money. She's a kind and loyal person but when someone hurts her family and friends she's not so nice. She always carries a gun in her car if she ever needs it for some reason. She has a flirty personality and loves to flirt with girls that a shorter than her. She's exactly 5'11 and just loves to tease anyone who is below 5'6 because it's fun for her. Her favorite food is obviously Mac and cheese with hot sauce. Her favorite drinks though are Vodka and black coffee. She loves to make people confused when she speaks Russian because no one knows what she's saying except for her friends and sister.

A couple of the tattoos she has:

https://pin.it/3WS8jkV

https://pin.it/5fDhAbC

https://pin.it/3wZHP2N

https://pin.it/3cwwzlZ

https://pin.it/4ggYb4C

https://pin.it/1sYVpI0

https://pin.it/6eSI4n5

https://pin.it/44w3vBj

-Variant Anon

I've said it before and Imma say it again! I LOVE Street Racer! Yelena, she's so hot and all this with the fine details just makes her extra yummy!

I literally need her in the next F&F! Her tattoos?! I'm melting 🫠 especially the back tattoo, just wanna leave marks all over it 🤭

I feel like she would definitely teach reader how to drive if they didn't know how to, or she'd teach them things about cars and how to fix/build them etc!

My mind is running with so much thoughts about her in her mechanic wear covered in grease and oil omfg! I love this so much! You're so talent with building her up to the tiniest details, like the nail polish?! I would never have thought about that!

[yelenasdiary]

One of the next Fics I wanna write is Street Racer! Yelena x Street Racer! Reader. Ever since an anon sent me a request last year that I unfortunately didn’t get a chance to write before clearing my request, it’s been on my mind!

Anon if you’re still here, pleaseeee send me another x

[yelenasdiary]

Potential Mini-Series Idea!

I wanna get you guys thoughts before I start planning out this idea I have! You know me, I rather try and give you guys something different but I also love getting you all involved! So here's the idea, let me know what you guys think!

Disclaimer: Nobody has the right to steal any ideas I have unless I give permission. Please, do not steal this idea, this includes using it to change details and pairings.

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader.

Plot: Reader is a really, really good street racer and used to live in the US but not anymore. They have travelled to different places and raced, quickly becoming somebody the street race community knows very well. They first meet Yelena when Yelena shows up to a race, wanting to see Reader. Reader has a lot of connections and knows people in high places who turn a blind eye on the street racing. Yelena makes a deal with reader that if she wins a race, reader has to help her find the person responsible for putting Natasha in a coma in a race gone wrong (a dirty cheater we’ll say) but if reader wins, Yelena will give them her car and one of Natasha’s rarest cars in her garage. Reader wins ofc, but refuses to take either cars, liking Yelenas vibe and how she races, they decide to help Yelena regardless.

[yelenasdiary]

Character Variants

This is literally just a list of character variants that I've written or plan to write for.

Also so I don't forget any lmao, feel free to share some ideas!

Yelena Belova -

CEO! Yelena

Country! Yelena

Southern! Yelena

College! Yelena

College Jock! Yelena

Mob Boss! Yelena

Biker! Yelena

Street Racer! Yelena

Tattooist! Yelena

MMA/Boxer! Yelena

Drug Lord! Yelena

Fashion Designer! Yelena

Military! Yelena

Camgirl! Yelena

Boyfriend! Yelena

Mechanic! Yelena

Photographer! Yelena

Police Officer! Yelena

Corrupt Police Officer! Yelena

Russian Professor! Yelena

Aircraft Pilot! Yelena

Surfer! Yelena

Painter! Yelena

College Security Guard! Yelena

Bounty Hunter! Yelena

Natasha Romanoff -

Mob Boss! Natasha

CEO! Natasha

Biker! Natasha

Bouncer! Natasha

Bodyguard! Natasha

Pervy Prison Guard! Natasha

Wanda Maximoff -

Professor! Wanda

CEO! Wanda

Mob Boss! Wanda

Southern! Wanda

College! Wanda

Camgirl! Wanda

Mommy! Wanda

Stripper! Wanda

Florist! Wanda

FBI! Wanda

P*rn Company CEO! Wanda

Kate Bishop -

Bodyguard! Kate

Playboy Model! Kate

Gamer! Kate

CEO! Kate

College! Kate

Skater! Kate

Coming soon...

WandaNat -

Kelly Foster -

Jane Banner -

Leigh Shaw -

Alice Chambers -

Taylor Sloane -

[yelenasdiary]

I can not & I can not express this enough, stop thinking about a Fast & Furious AU with Yelena 🫠 every since that 1 anon sent me street racer! Yelena, I continuously think about her

[yelenasdiary]

Just realized I posted this question on the wrong account.

Anyways. What's your favorite Yelena Belova Variant?

This is really fucking hard because I really love them all! So I'll give you my top 5!

Military! Yelena, I simply love her and the little AU we made for her!

Drug Lord! Yelena, it's different and I love talking about her, I have a few ideas about her as well!

Russian Professor! Yelena, do I need to explain why?! (I find Russian hot asf)

Street Racer! Yelena, I have a request for her and I'm really excited to write it!! I also wanna explore her more!

Country or Southern! Yelena, I wanna hear her speak Russian in that Southern accent so bad!!

[yelenasdiary]

Yelena thought/variant.

Illegal street racer yelena. Her and Nat are some of, if not the best, in street racing. Most sought after to win against. Their reputation is legendary.

Fuck 😩 I really like the Fast & Furious series, fast X was really good! But thinking about Yelena as an illegal street racer?? YES! I love it!

[yelenasdiary]

I think I was the one who sent the street racer, yelena ask.

Reader being the most known driver in the city & they race Yelena but then police show up and something happens to Yelena’s car so reader gives her a lift??