#yelena belova blurb

[msmk11]

This Thing Called A Date

Yelena Belova x gn!reader

WC: 606

CW: idiots in love; fluff; first date nerves

Summary: You take Yelena on her first ever date.

Day 29 of mk’s mad dash

You really hope that your date with Yelena goes more smoothly than asking her out had.

“You look like you want to say something,” the blonde declares rather bluntly.

“Well, I uhm. There’s this thing,” you scratch your neck anxiously, “this thing called a date and-“

“I know what a date is,” Yelena interrupted matter-of-factly.

Heat rises to your cheeks, “oh right, well, I just didn’t know if you knew about them because of the red room and…”

You trail off at Yelena’s amused face and let out a nervous chuckle.

“Sorry, I’m rambling. I just, well I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date?”

Now, you fidget anxiously in front of Yelena’s door, working up the courage to knock. And you should be able to. You’re an Avenger for goodness sake.

But before you get the chance, the door opens.

“You’ve been standing here for five minutes. Why didn’t you knock?” Yelena asks.

“How- I.”

She smirks at you and shakes her head, “so silly.”

You just stare at her, your mouth opening and closing silently like a fish.

“So are we going somewhere or…”

“Right, right, sorry!” You shake yourself out of your stupor, “let’s go.”

After countless hours of thinking about where to take Yelena, you’d finally settled on the park near the Avengers Tower. It felt like the most neutral place to go- no risk of spilling food on yourself, no embarrassing yourself at mini golf or bowling, and no chance of paying for a movie that would end up being the worst one known to mankind.

Besides the few dog-walkers, kids playing, and old folks chatting, the park is peaceful and perfectly intimate.

“So are you, like, taking me for a walk? Like a dog?” Yelena asks casually as she walks beside you.

“I- no- uhm- we can go somewhere else if-“

The blonde busts out laughing, “I’m joking, I’m joking! Why so serious?!”

You stop in your tracks and huff, “because, Yelena. I like you, a lot. This feels pretty serious to me.”

The grin on her face falters and is replaced by her ever-so familiar frown.

“I’m sorry. I’m not being very nice. I’m just,” she sighs and scuffs her heel on the concrete, “I’m really nervous. And when I’m nervous, I rely on jokes.”

“You’re nervous too?”

Her eyes don’t meet yours, instead focusing on the ground, “yeah, of course I am. You’re you, and I’ve never been on a date before and….”

Tentatively, you reach out and grab her hands. She looks up, surprised by your touch.

“Why don’t we both agree to just stop being freaks and just talk. I mean it’s you and me. We’re great together, okay?” you insist.

The blonde starts to smile again and your heart flutters happily in your chest.

“Okay, silly.”

A small giggle escapes your lips and she chuckles too.

“Okay.”

And as Yelena looks at you like that- so sweetly and sincerely, you can’t fight the urge to kiss her. You grab onto the loops of one of her favorite vests and pull her towards you, kissing her intensely.

When you pull away she sighs, “that was nice. I liked that very much.”

“And I like this vest,” you teased, “it’s very handy.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling everyone,” she exclaims, “the vest has so many uses, it can hold things, you can clip stuff-“

And as much as you love to hear her ramble on and on, she’s just too cute for you to handle. You pull her back in and kiss her again, her words getting muffled by your mouth on hers.

[jeyramarie]

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[romanoffsbish]

Double the Trouble

Yelena Belova x F!R (Platonic / Focus)

Natasha x F!R / Wanda x Yelena (Romantic)

Warnings: Drugs (Weed) | Alcohol Referenced

When your girls are off to save the day, you and Yelena have plans to stay and play. | WC: 1,852

Behave; this is what your girlfriends said when they left for their mission this morning, it was offensive and truth be told, only likely to warrant the opposite.

Who were they to tell you what you and Yelena should do? They being Wanda and Natasha, who lived their life off of some moral code, whereas you two didn't.

Quite the contrary really, at your cores you two were on the right side but you both also craved mischief.

To behave is to concede, and you two were far too stubborn to; to see their intentions weren't malicious.

——

Which is why neither of you listened to your lover.

There was a distinct odor to the room, bouncing off the cement walls of your garage that was decorated to look like a lounge. In one corner sat a record player that currently spun a random vinyl of Natasha's to fill the otherwise quiet space. An unlikely find when the both of you were usually in the same room together, but you were rather preoccupied and the blonde was irritated.

"Cyka," Yelena groaned, "stop hogging the blunt!"

You smirked around the damp filter, rolled your eyes then continued on, sucking on the burning stick until the smoke circling your chest sufficed you enough to allow Yelena a turn. "I am not giving this back."

"Whatever," you chuckled as you pulled another joint from the pile you'd spent an entire hour rolling. To be honest there was no reason to share the blunt, but in your sober state you'd deemed it the cautious play.

Now though, with the weed already infiltrating your mind you decided to throw all caution to the wind and sparked up another in mere seconds of losing the last.

The lack of conversation was no longer a concern, the tense atmosphere gone as you both settled into your highs... "Do you think babies can understand us?"

You snorted harshly, nearly choking on the inhale you just took in but you somehow managed to turn the cough into a burning sensation instead. "What?!"

"Listen to me Y/N Y/L/N!" Yelena pointlessly shouted, your attention was already on her. "What if when we are born we have the ability to just understand? Like, maybe our soul is still attached to our old lives?"

You hummed, "interesting," then took a final hit before putting the nearly finished blunt out so you could shift to face the blonde, with the amusingly low tolerance.

Yelena pouted, her signature expression. "What?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious Lena, it's just—I didn't really peg you for the type to believe in reincarnation."

"I don't fully," she replied with furrowed brows, and pursed lips, "I think old souls live in us momentarily before they leave to their afterlife. Leaving only a small part of themselves behind so we can be individuals."

You nodded, though you didn't quite see it the same.

"I think the ones that look like old people understand us—like, a two month old fella with hella wrinkles."

Yelena cackled, "Oh no, those babies are so ugly!"

You slapped her shoulder that had jerked off the couch with just how intensely her amusement had flowed.

"Hey, they need time to grow into their features!" You shook your head, "You can't call a baby ugly, asshole!"

"I did," Yelena flatly replied as she took another drag, smoke following her next words, "and I always will."

You looked at her astonished and she shrugged her shoulders. "What? You Americans need to face the cold hard truth, not everyone thinks your living, breathing potato looks cute. Some babies are ugly, it is simple."

You huffed, "but they're just babies, you can't—."

"Why can you call adults ugly?" Yelena cut you off.

"I don't," you groaned and she laughed, "Y/N, you literally told Bruce he was uglier than a pile of shit."

"That's different," you whined, "he flirted with Nat."

"Potato, po-tato, either way babies can be ugly."

"But-."

"Move on, I have more thoughts to explore."

"Are they all offensive?"

Yelena smirked. "Oh, most definitely..."

"Then I'll need another one of these," you concluded, one hand rubbed at your temples while the other reached for a packed joint. "Give me one too, cyka."

You passed the blonde another one then moved off of your bean bag so that you could lay on the furry rug. A shiver ran down your spine as the cold material rubbed against your bare arms where goosebumps rose. You giggled as you released a cloud of smoke and peered up at your pouting best friend. "Why so glum, chum?"

Another giggle left you as she grunted and dropped to sit down beside you, her legs crossed over one another. A rough hand gently caressed your cheek but you knew better than to trust the moment to remain sweet. In less than a seconds time she squished your cheeks and laughed maniacally as you struggled in her grasp.

"I hate you," you spat, words slurred as she hadn't let go yet. Once she did you continued to bitterly rant on, tone full of faux resentment, "I don't know why I even put up with you Belova. Wanda must be a saint."

"Because my bud is premium," she deadpanned, then her lips upturned softly. "And I'm your best friend."

You grinned then sighed, reluctant to admit, "You are."

"Come on," she shook your shoulders as she jumped to her feet. "We cannot let the weed slumber kick in yet!"

Reluctantly, you stood to your feet and wobbled over to the blonde who was stood waiting by your foldable table. Just like every time before you faced her and settled your elbow down on your side of the table.

"I am tired," you grumbled but the blonde didn't care. Her jacket was shrugged off and her hand linked with yours. "We have to be stronger than the weed loser."

"But why?" You exasperated, hand slamming hers into the table in the heat of the moment. "Oh my god!!!"

"No," Yelena immediately negated, "I wasn't ready."

"I don't care," you squealed and did a lap around the couch to release your excitement. "I finally won!"

Yelena shook her head, afraid of what you were about to say. "I get to pick your wedding entry song!!!"

"No," she growled, knowing damn well what this likely entailed. Your love for jokes superseded your loyalty.

A fight ensued as you turned the record player off and spoke, "Hey Siri, play my Yelena's entrance playlist."

"Y/N, I swear to god," she groaned, her arm swung out to swat your phone from your hand as a universally familiar tune played—clown music, how funny; not.

Yelena chased a giggling you around the room for several minutes before you started to slow down. Giving her the perfect opportunity to tackle you onto the same carpet she forced you to vacate earlier.

"Say sike right now or I will do it," Yelena threatened, her hands par curled beside your sides, you gulped knowing exactly how ruthless of a tickler she was.

"Hey siri," you squeaked, "play Lena's wedding song."

Yelena's eyes widened as she recognized the familiar tune of her favorite song, American Pie, but it was not the exact same. Instead it was void of the usual lyrics, slowed down on a piano alone and pitched upwards.

It brought tears to the blonde's eyes and she dropped to the floor beside you with a warm smile. "I hate you."

"I hate you too," you yawned, lips smacking almost dramatically as the cotton mouth hit you full force.

In contrast to the both of your baseless words you didn't let go of the blonde, you actually only held on tighter and she cuddled up to you as well, as sleep consumed the both of your drugged up minds entirely.

—

On a bed, only a city over sat your fiancé with a hand on her stomach as she came down from her laughter. Wanda was on the bed beside hers in a similar state.

"Do you think she'll call our baby ugly?"

Natasha smirked. "Oh, most definitely..."

"Shut up," the witch groaned then averted her gaze back to the screen where the tomfoolery took place.

"Do you think they'll be mad when they find out?"

Natasha blinked away her tears of amusement and shrugged, this was truly their favorite past time. Every month, without fail, the women announce an overnight mission knowing you and Yelena would use that time to unwind together with your favorite substances.

Most of the time you two smoked weed, but on the rare occasion, her birthday, Yelena could convince you to down a bottle or two of pure vodka. Those times were usually under semi-supervision though. The one time Natasha or Wanda didn't they found the both of you passed out on the rooftop in clothes bigger than you.

No explanations were given, and quite frankly they preferred not knowing. Fortunately weed slowed the two of you down more than anything, so for a few hours they'd get endless laughs before you succumbed to the glorious sleep that always follows a dank sesh.

"Honestly, I think they know us enough to expect this. Y/N's even hinted to me that she knows, but this is harmless and helpful since they respect us too much to engage in their nefarious activities when we are there."

Wanda smiled, feeling more confident as she settled back into the plush pillow that lined the hotel bed. It was foreign to her to experience such comfort when Yelena insisted on hogging the pillows so that the witch had no other choice but to use her chest as a cushion.

Normal partners just ask to cuddle, but Yelena says, "I'm pretty sure I have scoliosis, I need them," and yanks the brunette into her embrace without fail.

With the two of you in your weed induced slumber the witch found herself near the same outcome. Then as if annoying others ran in the family, Natasha spoke tension into the peaceful air, "But since you lost our bet, and will be playing these clips at your wedding reception next month Lena will most definitely make you sleep on the hotel couch on your honeymoon."

"I hate you," Wanda groaned and threw her pillow at the smirking redhead who caught it with ease. "And yet you're signing on for a life of being my sister in law."

Natasha winked then laid the witches pillow beneath her head, "thanks for the extra cushion, I needed it."

Wanda fell back on her mattress with a sigh, "Cyka." Then a soft smile followed as she felt warmth in her chest at the reminder that she had a family, again.

Natasha flipped her off, but as she laid on her side with her phone propped on the stolen pillow she smiled just the same. Yelena was cuddled into your side and you unconsciously held her with such care that it made the redhead thankful as she reminisced your relationship.

This was all she ever wanted, her little found family.

[foggyxrayspecs]

Can you do a one shot of cub standing upright??

Sorry it’s the anon from before

YESSS. Thank you for being patient, friend! You got it! Here's a one-shot about a year and a half after the Security Measures main series. Warnings: dark-ish, sub-themes of human trafficking, heavy pet play Word Count: ~1500 Excerpt: You swallow down your growls. You straighten your spine against the stress. No slouching. Slouching turns to bending, bending turns to curling… You roll your shoulders back and puff out your chest intentionally. Your focus shifts back to your breath — the only thing you can control at the moment.

IN A WAREHOUSE IN YEKATERINBURG, RUSSIA It took roughly a thousand hours of mobility training and practice to get you here, but you are here on your own two feet.

You stand stoically, a sentinel outside the room where your owner engages in a high-stakes meeting with the Yekaterinburg mob boss. Your hard gaze wills your sight to bore through the closed door. Your auditory enhancements are dialed up to try and catch every sound, including the cadence of Yelena’s speech rhythms as she negotiates for keeps. 

You are dressed head-to-toe in black tactical. Always mindful of your comfort and mobility during missions, Yelena designed your suit to be roomy enough to accommodate any necessary movements. The fabric clings to your body but is not too tight, allowing flexibility without compromising protection. Your hood, a custom piece, resembles a K-9, complete with little ears that stand up on either side of your head. It extends with a longer snout build-out that provides ample space for a muzzle when required while still optimized for breathing. 

Around your neck, you proudly wear your day collar, a symbol of your loyalty and Yelena’s ownership. A simple bulldog harness adorns your torso, providing additional support and security. Plus, you love it when she tugs on the strap to pull you close. 

But it's the footwear that still feels strange to you. Yelena insisted you wear shoes after you accidentally burned the pads of your feet. These steel and supple leather boots have been expertly molded to fit your feet like a second skin. You wiggle your toes, still adjusting to the sensation so different from what you were accustomed to. So weird.

As the negotiation progresses, you study the tone of the voices in the room, Yelena's trademark confidence, and the mobster's unpredictable temperament. The rhythm of their conversation, the pauses, and the inflections become a catalog of information that you analyze every nuance for potential threats.

You swallow down your growls. You straighten your spine against the stress. No slouching. Slouching turns to bending, bending turns to curling downward… You roll your shoulders back and puff out your chest intentionally. A tiny bit of your focus shifts to your breath — the only thing you can control at the moment.

XXXXX

ONE YEAR AGO (TRAINING MONTAGE)

Yelena's determination to have you on more extended missions made her focus on your mobility earnestly. Due to the regulations that required HK-9s to travel in crates in the cargo holds of planes, Yelena wanted to find a way to keep you close to her side. So, she started you on a rigorous routine, retraining you to stand upright after spending most of your adult life walking on all fours.

The training began with early morning workouts, targeting your core muscles and balance. You could sit up on the ottoman for an entire movie as you gain strength. Well, if the movie wasn’t too scary (and didn’t set off your protective instincts enough to lunge at the screen.) From there, Yelena guided you to stand using support from a wall or other sturdy objects, allowing you to grow accustomed to being upright. Climbing up her while she stood was always your favorite exercise, with the instant reward of affectionate kisses and nuzzling.

Gradually, Yelena decreased the amount of support you required. With time and practice, you could stand unassisted for extended periods, your muscles growing stronger as she molded your body through her instruction.

Once you could stand freely, Yelena shifted her focus to re-teaching you how to walk. Advised by Oksana, she transformed the home gym by installing parallel bars and other physical therapy equipment, providing you with stable tools for practice. 

The effort wasn't without its snags. Melina offered her assistance when you experienced unexplained bouts of vertigo during your first steps. She expertly assessed your sensory inputs and made slight adjustments near your vestibular nerve (to reverse tampering from years ago), alleviating any concerns of nausea or dizziness. Your progress kicked into overdrive when you could stop worrying about losing your lunch.   

Yelena ensured the house environment was safe and free of obstacles, so you could no longer leave your toys everywhere. Bipedal-only walking days were implemented inside the house, pressing you to practice on surfaces like wood, carpet, tile, and grass. Yelena remained patient and positive throughout, even when frustration got the better of you. 

She stood by your side with a cane during sessions on the treadmill, gently tapping you on either calf to correct any toe-turning. She listened keenly to your body's messages and promptly ceased training if you experienced pain. She was better at that than you were. 

But the playful moment when you confidently moonwalked backward across the kitchen floor — a move taught to you by one of the widows during some downtime— signaled to Yelena that the time had come to take you out.

XXXXX

BACK IN THE CORRIDOR

You stand at attention as Yelena exits the dimly lit room; her expression is unreadable, and her gun is smoking. Her eyes briefly look up and meet yours, a fleeting acknowledgment. There is no need for words; you are leaving now. You fall into step beside her as you walk down the corridor. Your eyes sweep the area and over her head, knowing that four widows are covertly covering the building but will not reveal themselves unless signaled. 

Together, you and Yelena move in sync, a well-practiced vigilance. Each turn you take, each hallway you navigate, brings you closer to the exit. Yelena quickens her pace, and you adjust accordingly, seamlessly matching her movements. You share an unspoken understanding, a mutual trust forged through countless missions and shared experiences.

Finally, you reach the exit. With a subtle nod, you guide her toward the sleek egress vehicle, its polished exterior gleaming under the moon. The car door opens soundlessly, and Yelena gracefully slides into the driver’s seat. You ensure her safety with a gentle click as the door closes.

The engine purrs softly. With a smile on her lips, she reaches over and opens the passenger door, motioning for you to join her. She whispers with her voice laced with pride and anticipation, "Get in, cub." 

XXXXX

AT A SAFE HOUSE NEAR THE AIRPORT

She opens the door for you when you get out of the car. You reach out, then stop yourself. Yelena looks back at you and smiles softly, then reaches to curl her pinkie around your index finger. “You always need a leash, yes?” You roll your eyes. She continues while leading you to the door, “You know you love it.”

You smile shyly with a shrug and sign. Maybe just a little.

Yelena opens the house with her security access, then locks it down when you are both inside. Once in your bedroom, Yelena stands before you, her eyes scanning your tactical gear. “You did a very good job, my cub, and you looked very cool in your new suit.” 

Yelena’s inspections were familiar after a mission, but this time, she had a mischievous glint in her eyes. With deliberate movements, she approached you, her fingers deftly undoing the fastenings of your suit, one by one. 

You stood still, anticipation building as she removed each piece. As her fingers released the buckles of your harness, the straps fell away. When she unzipped the suit, her fingers brushed against your skin, igniting a trail of shivers. The hood was the next to come off. Her fingers lingered, tracing the contours of the muzzle as she set it aside.

Yelena's touch ghosted over the day collar, a silent affirmation of her possession. With gentleness, she leaned forward to press her lips against the lock that symbolized your devotion.

With every piece of clothing removed, you stood before Yelena, bared and vulnerable. Her eyes met yours, a mixture of affection and possessiveness shining in them. She took a step closer, caressing your cheek, and whispered, "You're mine." You close your eyes briefly, then open them, knowing that her claim extends far beyond the physical. 

You take a long breath and sign. Please?

Yelena smiles slowly and nods once. “Kneel.”

A wave of relief hits you, and you can barely help yourself from folding in midair.

As you lower yourself, your eyes never leave hers while your perspectives are inverted. You go from towering over her down to her eye level, then lower until you are on your knees, looking up at your owner.

It's hard to describe the transference. Looking down at Yelena makes you feel protective, strong, and ready. It also makes you feel loving and compassionate. When you look down at her, you see not only her physical appearance but also her vulnerability. You see a person who trusts you. 

But looking up at someone you love can also be a very intimate experience. It makes you feel safe and protected. It makes you feel excited and grateful. When you look up at Yelena, you see her body but also her soul. You see the person who makes you feel happy, loved, and cherished.

After a thousand hours of training to stand and move, it becomes clear that kneeling for her requires no time at all.

[annab-nana]

can i get 22 from list a with yelena pls i hope i’m not too late idk why i didn’t see the tag in my notifs 😭😭

you weren't too late but i am definitely very late with getting back to this ask so i'd say we're even

prompt: snowed in. only one bed

warnings: not proofread, undressing, sharing a bed (obvi), cuddles, fluff

❀ masterlist ❀

"follow me," you urged when you spotted the cabin in the distance. yelena and you both were freezing as the unexpected snowstorm continued its relentless downfall and the small red room base that you two had bolted from was in the middle of nowhere it seemed. no sun in the sky only lowered the temperature even more.

with a nod, the blonde was on your six, following the tracks you made in the snow as you approached the small wooden home. the doors were locked, but you did manage to open a window for you two to crawl through.

the place appeared small from the outside, but it was even more compact once you got inside as well. there was a small den area, kitchen, laundry closet, bathroom, and a single bedroom. the only sounds that could be heard throughout the tiny space were the blistering winds outside and teeth chattering from both you and yelena. together, you worked on starting a fire, each of you yawning with each piece of wood you tossed in.

"i can take the couch," you offered while looking over yelena's shoulder at the lumpy blue couch behind her. her eyes followed your line of sight and she shook her head when she turned back to you.

"we can share the bed. we need to keep warm anyway."

after a quick nod, you followed her toward the bedroom and repeated her actions of slipping out of your suits, now soaked with water from melted snow. a shiver passed over your skin when you were left only to your bra and underwear, so you made haste to get under the sheets. you covered as much of yourself as you could with the blankets and curled in on yourself, facing the wall.

the bed dipped behind you when yelena joined you, the gust of wind that flowed in when she lifted the blankets making you shiver once more. your shivers and shakes must've been too much for your mission partner, considering her next words.

"just get over here."

"huh?" you asked when you turned to face her. you couldn't have heard her correctly.

"i'm cold and you clearly are too. it doesn't have to mean anything, but we both won't be able to fall asleep if we're frozen. so..." she trailed off, her open arm inviting you in.

if you weren't fearful that you'd turn blue any second, you probably would've thought on it more. but your need for warmth far outweighed any clear thinking skills you had.

scooting over, you wrapped your arms around her bare waist and let one of your legs slot between hers. one of her cold hands ran over your back, the friction of her actions providing you both some warmth.

"can this mean something?" you inquired softly, almost too quiet for yelena to hear.

"hmm?"

"you said this doesn't have to mean anything, but can it?" you reiterated while keeping your head on her chest, not daring to look at her face. a bit of silence followed your query and you wondered if you two were just going to pretend it never was asked in the first place.

yelena's lips pressing to your head stopped your thoughts from going downhill and focused them back on her. the girl who had occupied your mind constantly spoke up when she pulled away.

"it was going to mean something to me anyway."

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[total-cas-tastrophe]

I got bored last night and came up with this… blurb? Of sorts. I kinda like it. Let me know what you think and/or if I should turn it into a one-shot/series !

(Not my gif)

No warnings just whatever my brain came up with when I couldn’t sleep

“Where are we going” I ask apprehensively as I follow Yelena through the streets of Brooklyn. She just smirks at me and leads me down an alleyway. Thunder rumbles above us, the sky a dark foreboding grey. “It’s just this way I promise” comes her reply.

She stop’s suddenly; just before the sidewalk and points.

“There” she smiles at me.

“What am I looking at Lena?” I prompt, looking in the direction she’s pointing and seeing nothing but a small restaurant. Upon closer inspection I notice a glint of metal and felt my stomach drop.

“Are you crazy?” Implore.

“Wait! it’s really not what you think-”

I hear two sets of foot-steps approaching and cut her off.

“We need to get out of here; now” I harshly whisper. But I was too late and we’ve been made.

“Yelena, Is that you?” Comes a voice, gruff and dripping with confusion. “What are you doing here, thought you were on a mission?” He continues.

She smiles and it looks as if she’s about to explode with excitement. “I was, I am -I’m still in the middle of it- almost done actually.” She replies proudly. The man she’s talking to cocks an eyebrow, looking from her to me.

He studies me for a few seconds, each one felt like years. “Find a recruiter to help out?” He smirks.

“No, actually. I found your sister.”

[noturlondonboy]

@pleasetakethis sorry I highkey misread so here’s the thing!!

Hand holding 33- bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

——

“Kate, please, this is not necessary-”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Kate’s voice is clipped and sharp and nearly cruel as blue eyes flash dangerously at Yelena. The archer is holding Yelena’s hand in her own, her lithe fingers contrasting the edge to her tone in their gentleness.

Yelena shrinks back, her chin tucked to her chest in shame, but the hold that Kate has on her injury keeps her from going far. Kate’s face softens, guilt and worry filling the tired lines in her skin. She keeps her mouth shut, though, as she continues to ever so meticulously wrap the bandage around Yelena’s hand.

Theres’s a thick, maroon-stained gash across her palm that still spits fire through her nerves, and the bruising that peppers over her knuckles look like the disgusting patches she always avoided on bananas as a child. She stares down at her own battered digits as they slowly disappear beneath the medical gauze that Kate is using. Her chest doesn’t loosen until they’re completely gone from her sight.

“I’m sorry,” Kate suddenly says, her voice so soft and tender that it makes Yelena want to scream or cry or kiss her.

“Why?” the blonde croaks out, keeping her eyes down and her shoulders tucked in, the need to feel small growing with every second she stays in the archer’s home.

“I’m sorry for snapping.” Kate is careful and slow as she finishes wrapping the other woman’s hand, and she takes a moment to tape down the loose end of the bandage to keep it from unraveling. “I didn’t mean it. And you didn’t deserve it.”

“Oh Kate Bishop,” Yelena chuckles bitterly, “I definitely deserved it.”

“Yelena.”

She finally lifts her head at that, allowing her gaze to lock with Kate’s. Something on her face must be beyond her long-lost careful control, because Kate’s eyes are suddenly filled with a sorrow so deep it seems to glimmer and swirl.

“You didn’t deserve it,” the brunette says again, her tone gentle but firm, with no room for argument. “…especially not from me.”

“Why is that, Kate?” The words fall from her mouth before she can stop them. Yelena’s shoulders are tense.

The archer opens and closes her mouth a few times before her eyes fall to Yelena’s injured hand. She cradles the appendage to her chest and kisses the beaten knuckles like they’re something precious. The flush on Yelena’s skin could rival the boiled blood she had splattered over the pavement just hours ago.

Kate still doesn’t speak, and she doesn’t look back up at Yelena, either. It feels strange, to suddenly have their roles reversed in such a situation.

“Kate?” Yelena tries again, something like hysteria dancing on the edge of her tone. She can feel herself trembling, the inherent need for blue eyes on her again burning a hole through her nervous system.

Kate looks up, and the tears on her cheeks slam into Yelena’s heart. Neither of them speak. Neither dare to move for a few precarious moments.

“You are… important, to me,” Kate breathes, her lips parted and her doe eyes shining with an emotion that would’ve scared Yelena away only a few short months ago.

Now, all she can do is stare with awe as her chest squeezes.

“So much more than I feel capable of expressing.” The archer swallows thickly, her mouth a thin line. Yelena has to stop herself from reaching out and tugging Kate’s bottom lip away from her teeth so she can properly fantasize about kissing it.

Any words that build in Yelena’s chest die and fall flat before they can escape her thick tongue, so she settles for blinking hard enough to squeeze the tears from her own eyes and resting her head on Kate’s shoulder. For a moment, she worries the archer will pull away, but there’s not even a second of hesitation before they’re pressed together, cheek to cheek, neck to neck, chest to chest, with their shoulders slotted together.

“Will you stay?”

The words are a whimpered plea, and they light Yelena’s stomach on fire. She nods wordlessly. Kate keeps her injured hand tucked carefully between them. Later, in bed, she cradles the assassin’s aching body and keeps the same hand presses to her lips to kiss it every few seconds until she falls into a fitful sleep.

Yelena stares at the freckled constellation under Kate’s jaw until her own eyes droop shut. Even in sleep, she wonders what it all means.

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Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Bring Me To Life (Arkham Knight! Jason Todd X Female! Reader) 💀❤️‍🩹⛓️ (One Shot, either a future series or rewritten someday)

Corruptions (Arkham Knighy! Jason Todd X Female! Reader) 💗❤️‍🩹🔥⛓️ (part two to Bring me to Life)

Jason Todd Headcanons 1 💗🔥⛓️

Jason's Girl ?? (Jason Todd x Female! Reader) 🔥💗

Jason’s Wife?! (Jason Todd X Female! Reader) (part 2 to Jason’s Girl??)🔥💗

Jason Broke What?? ( Jason Todd x Female! Reader) (part 3 tp Jason's Girl)🔥💗

Gifted with Love (Jason Todd x Female! Reader)🥵💗

You Belong to Me (Hush! Jason Todd X Female! Reader) (Coming soon)

Safe (Gotham Knights! Jason Todd X Female! Reader) ❤️‍🩹💀

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Barbara Gordon

Clark Kent

Conner Kent

Diana Prince

Cole Cash

Oliver Queen

Dinah Lance/Queen

Roy Harper

Lover Man (Roy Harper x Single Mom! Female! Reader) 💗🔥

Blurb 🔥

Barry Allen

Wally West

Martian Manhunter

Starfire

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Clint Barton

Bucky Barnes

Yelena Belova

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Wade Wilson

Eddie Brock

Logan Howlett

Miguel O’Hara

Sunny X Miggy Series (Grumpy! Miguel O’Hara X Sunshine! Reader) 💗❤️‍🩹 (Retired series from old account)

Bi-Han

Moonlight Lies ( Bi-Han X Female! Reader) 💀🔥 ((coming soon))

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Hanzo Hasashi (not the child)

Kuai Liang

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!!! QUICK CREDIT !!!

all of my dividers are from @firefly-graphics & the gifs as of rn are from other tumblr users until i can finish the ones im making :,)

🕊️ — content masterlist ;

here’s everything i’ve written so far !!

• 𝕴𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

REQUEST! a sign or something: mcu!peter parker, deaf!reader | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you and peter become an unlikely pair at midtown when he shows interest in learning some sign language.

REQUEST! boy in the bubble: mcu!peter parker, stark!daughter!reader | genre: angst, light fluff | IN WHICH your walk back from school goes wrong when peter parker doesn’t walk with you, & your father has a thing or two to say about it.

REQUEST!BLURB! catching cold: mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you cuddle peter back to warmth after he returns from patrol in the midst of a blizzard.

REQUEST! daddy issues: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: angst, fluff | IN WHICH it feels like your father has more love for his protégé than you nowadays, and you’ve reached a breaking point.

REQUEST! dusted: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: angst | IN WHICH you lose your battle to thanos and your dad and peter watch you dissipate.

dusted (part two): mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: hardcore angst | IN WHICH you may have won the war against thanos, but you witnessed the loss of something much greater. the loss of your father.

REQUEST! geeky tangents; mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff, ?smut? | IN WHICH you find it important to prove how sweet & adorable your boyfriend is.

guilty as sin: jj maybank | genre: ?angst?, ?smut? | IN WHICH you & JJ finally face each other after he drunkenly confessed to you, but what will your boyfriend think?

REQUEST! meet–cute: mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH a knock on the sanctum door interrupts your task of housesitting for dr. strange.

REQUEST! security system: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: fluff, ?smut? | IN WHICH peter & you avoid telling your father, tony stark, about your relationship, only to find out that he’s known for longer than you’d thought.

twenty–bucks: mcu!peter parker | genre: angst, fluff | IN WHICH the avengers had their theories about you & peter’s secret pining, but they never realized just how serious it was until a mission went south.

• 𝕾𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

REQUEST! cuddle–bugs; mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you & your best friend fall asleep on the couch together, & the avengers can’t let go of the obvious chemistry.

| part one | part two | part three | part four | final part |

hell–bound; mcu!peter parker au | genre: angst, thriller, drama (some smut, some gore) | IN WHICH you are the last hope for saving the world from HYDRA & their zombie apocalypse.

| part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six |

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i’m fairly comfortable w anything! i’ll explicitly say if something makes me uncomfortable, like this:

i’m not comfortable writing about real people (actors, influencers, etc) or specific characters/types of characters (psychotic, psychopathic, serial killer, hobie brown, dark!characters, etc). i will not write pedophilia, incest, or any social issues.

i am comfortable writing headcanons, scenarios, imagines, angst, fluff, smut, au’s, and any kind of pairing!

leave a request here !!

🥥 — characters & fandoms ;

marvel | peter parker, steve rogers, yelena belova, gwen stacy, miles morales, loki laufeyson.

outer banks | jj maybank, john b routledge, topper thornton.

harry potter | cedric diggory, draco malfoy, harry potter, ?james potter, remus lupin, serius black?.

stranger things | steve harrington, robin buckley, ?eddie mudson, billy hargrove?

twilight | edward cullen, jasper hale, alice cullen, rosalie cullen, charlie swan.

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my name is elle :) [ pronouns: she/they] i’m a college student who finds comfort in writing 🫶. my favorite color’s green, i’m in love w tom holland, and my favorite band is the neighborhood !!! i also have three cats!!

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You were dancing around the kitchen (after getting all four wisdom teeth removed) and singing loudly, the sound garbled by the gauze in your mouth, “I was gonna clean my room but then I got high.” Natasha sighed, of course you were going to be difficult.

“I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high,” you sang while sliding across the kitchen floor, thanks to your socks, with the broom as a microphone. “My room is still messed up and I know why,” you jumped onto the kitchen table, “Why man?”

Natasha’s heart nearly stopped, “Y/N, get off of the fucking table!” You smirked, then listened as you dove off the furniture and did an army roll over the couch, groaning out a, “Because I got high,” as you landed.

Natasha sighed softly, “Detka please,” and rubbed her temples because it was literally 12am and she just got home from a painful mission. Meanwhile Yelena, who was meant to be taking care of you for the five hours your girlfriend was gone, was fast asleep on the couch.

“I was gonna make love to you but then I got high (ooh) (I'm serious),” You sang from the ground, then you sprung right up and pointed at Natasha, “I was gonna eat your pussy too (ohhh) but then I got high”

“Y/N!” You just kept going, regardless of the blood and drool on your chin, “Now I'm jackin' off (ahh).”

Natasha lunged and threw you over her shoulder just as your hand went to scandalously drop lower. “Oh my god,” Wanda shrieked out a laugh, and patted your poor lover on the head as she entered the kitchen for a refill on her water, “If you need my help, I am only a red whisp of comatose sleep away.” Natasha’s tired eyes widened in a sudden plead. “I’ll be right up.”

Natasha nodded and began to leave the room with a thrashing you. “I messed up my entire life because I got high.” Yelena jolted up, and watched with bleary eyes as you slowly disappeared. She gruffly and seriously mumbled, “What Taylor Swift era is this?”

“The one where you better hope Natasha isn’t in her Evermore era come morning,” Wanda chuckled as she walked by a curious, and now confused Yelena.

[foggyxrayspecs]

mini prompt uhhh tiny bit of soft yelena with sick cub ?? please 🙏

HOW TO PILL YOUR PET

Thank you for the prompt, anon! Here's a little some of that soft badass.

Warnings: dark-ish, sub-themes of human trafficking, heavy pet play

Word Count: ~1300

A/N: In Widow AU, @scarlettwlw mentioned that Nat had taken some of the super soldier serum. I'm going to slide that over to Y here, so she can get snuggly with cub without fear of coming down with the crud.

Excerpt: “AH-AH-CHOO!” You look down and frown at the sentry hog-tied on the floor. You are covering the rear-left entrance as the widows make their play deeper into the warehouse. This guy didn't stand a chance against the three-person strike team and a guardhund. 

"Sorry. I couldn't cover my nose because… well, you know," the felled sentry nods behind him to his tied hands. You grunt, unimpressed, and reposition yourself outside his line of fire. 

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"AH-AHH–!" You inhale sharply and open your mouth when Yelena raises the covers quickly to catch your sneeze with the blanket. "–CHOO!" You sniff and shake your head back and forth to clear the sternutation. Yelena drops the blanket shield and eyes you, assessing.  You… you don’t feel so good.

HOW TO PILL YOUR PET

-------------------------------------- “AH-AH-CHOO!” 

You look down and frown at the sentry hog-tied on the floor. You are covering the rear-left entrance as the widows make their play deeper into the warehouse. This guy didn't stand a chance against the three-person strike team and a guardhund. 

"Sorry. I couldn't cover my nose because… well, you know," the felled sentry nods behind him to his tied hands. You grunt, unimpressed, and reposition yourself outside his line of fire. 

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YELENA'S APARTMENT

"AH-AHH–!" You inhale sharply and open your mouth when Yelena raises the covers quickly to catch your sneeze with the blanket. "–CHOO!" You sniff and shake your head back and forth to clear the sternutation. Yelena drops the blanket shield and eyes you, assessing.  

You blink and pause to take stock of your condition. Your cheeks feel hot, like burning. Your joints feel achy, and you want to stay in bed all day with your owner. You… you don’t feel so good. You move forward to put your head on her chest, careful not to lean your full weight on her. She lifts the back of her hand to press against your cheeks and forehead. You lean into the relief of her cool hand.

Yelena clicks her tongue and leans in to kiss you gently, her lips replacing where her hand just left your skin. "Is my little cub not feeling well?"

Blessedly, she stays in bed for a few minutes, slowly stroking the side of your face. When she begins to shift out from under you, you instantly tighten your arms around her and whine softly. She pauses, "I'll be right back." You begin to follow, not wanting to be without her, when she drops a hand on your shoulder and presses you back to the mattress.

You grunt and begrudgingly let her go. Yelena hums, walks to the bathroom, and opens the medicine cabinet door. She returns to the bedroom with a few small bottles, a canister, and a large box of Kleenex, stacking them on her nightstand.  

When she leaves the room again, you crane your neck to watch her. You dial up your auditory enhancements and count her steps, marking the transitions of her footfalls over the rugs, wood floors, and, finally, the kitchen. You listen to her open the fridge; then you can't help but climb out of bed and follow her when you smell hamburger warming up in the microwave. 

Once your knuckles hit the cool flooring of the kitchen, you want to sink and press all of your exposed skin to its surface. You can't help it; you give way to the temptation and slide down bonelessly. Oh, squeaky tennis balls, you feel like you've slipped into heaven. 

Yelena turns and looks down. "Cub." You look up at her sheepishly, then pull yourself to kneel in front of her. "Good. No choking." She leans down and hands you a piece of hamburger. You stretch up to take the deliciousness in your mouth. You chew thoughtfully. The meat doesn't have the spicy flavor it typically holds; it's dull and tastes a tiny bit… acrid? You stop, realizing there's a small pill Trojan-Horsed in the middle of the hamburger.

Mlem. You let the pill drop from your mouth, hearing it hit the floor and skitter under the oven.

"What, you think you are a god from space? You don't need Ibuprofen?" Yelena smiles. She wipes her hand in a napkin and then threads her fingers into your hair, tugging the strands back and tilting your head to capture your eyes. "It will bring your fever down, little cub."

You swallow nervously. Pills have always meant that something was going to happen to you. You implicitly trust Yelena, but…Your thoughts cut off when she bends down to kiss your nose, then releases you as she walks to the cupboard and pulls out the peanut butter jar. 

You automatically lick your lower lip. Yelena turns away, grabbing one of the wooden spoons in the utensil holder. She turns back with an almost obscene amount of peanut butter piled high and holds it out to you. At first, you are hesitant, but then you sniff the peanut butter, look up at her, and begin to lick eagerly. Yelena slowly rotates the spoon. You see her eyes drop to your tongue and hold her breath. You work your tongue over the treat thoroughly,

You back off once you lick over another pill and grunt. You look down and back at her with a huff. She frowns, concern written across her brow, "Cub. Take it. You'll feel better."

You lean back and look at the pill, worried. You can't seem to comply with her wishes, even though you want to do everything she orders. 

After a few deep breaths, you sign for help and take a pill. Yelena holds the medicine out. You sniff it, then back off. You sign again, help me take the pill? She nods slowly, understanding your request. 

Before you can shift backward, Yelena grabs you by the chin and squeezes the sides of your jaw, taking the pill and placing it in the back of your throat. Then she closes your mouth, hugs you to her side, and rubs your throat under your jaw. The pill is too far back to move out with your tongue. You whimper and look up. You watch Yelena looking down at you with deep concentration, her long hair framing her face, still tousled from sleep, and the cutest double-chin… you salivate a little, even in the position, especially in this position, and have to swallow. 

She keeps rubbing your throat, then opens your mouth and looks, ducking her head. She moves your tongue with her thumb and asks, "All gone?" You pull back, take a moment to explore, and then you nod, a bit surprised. She smiles wide and cups the side of your face for a small kiss on your forehead.

When she stands to put away the food and toss the spoon in the sink, you paw over to her and lean your heated cheek on her leg, nuzzling in gratitude. 

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When she leads you back into the bedroom, she first stacks all the pillows by the headboard on her side nearest the door. You look on, curious through your tired eyes. Wondering

If she is making a fort. Blanket forts always had miraculous healing powers.

She climbs up and lays back on the pillows, propping herself up. She pats her chest above her black sports bra. 

"Up, little cub."

You make your way up and to her, somewhat shaky. You are careful not to fall into her when you climb between her legs. "Your back to my front," she says, and you feel her hands guiding you down. She pulls the blanket over you both and folders it low so it lays across your hips. 

Yelena plucks the small canister she retrieved from the bathroom earlier and unscrews the top. The scent of eucalyptus fills your senses, instantly seeming to cool down the room. You lean up to look at it, and she pulls you down to rest your back on her chest. She squeezes your shoulder in shorthand to stay put.

After dipping her fingers in, she smears a small amount on your chest, then gently massages it into your skin. The menthol and eucalyptus immediately begin their soothing effects, helping to relieve congestion from the cold. She expertly rubbed her fingers over your collarbones and down your sternum, so much so that you offer quiet rumbles of approval and relaxation. Your eyes were getting so heavy that you had to close them, but you fight to stay aware of every moment. "You will stay here for a while, my cub, so we make sure you don't get the mixture in your little puppy eyes."

You sigh and lean against your owner, trusting she can take your full weight or knowing she will reposition you if needed. Being sick wasn't so bad — when you were in her care.

-------------------------------------------- Giving folks a heads-up on the next one-shot! (Add a comment if you would like me to add your @ to future blurbsss.) Love y'all! - Specs

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Bridgerton:

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Chicago Fire:

Kelly Severide, Matthew Casey, Christopher Herrmann, Wallace Boden, Stella Kidd, Sylvie Brett, Violet Mikami + others please ask first!

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Criminal Minds:

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The hunger games:

Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Coriolanus Snow, Lucy Gray Baird, Finnick Odair

Marauders era:

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Agents of shield characters!

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel.

Stranger things:

Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jim Hopper

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Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, Sarah Cameron, Pope Hayward.

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May Fic Recs! 🐇

Rabbit, Rabbit!!

I am so beyond blessed and privileged to be witness and even mutuals with some of these incredible authors! Their work always brings me so much joy and excitement! Please feel free to browse around, show some love, and maybe even find your next favorite creator! 💞

The Harry Styles Category!

💞 First we have @avatar-anna! You probably know her from her Unknown Number series, if not one of her many other wonderful works! She's so incredibly talented and creative!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @be-with-me-so-happily is so crazy talented and inspired! So many amazing and addicting stories to discover! Namely her take on Don't Worry Darling and the trouble that follows!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @watchyourbluesturngolden is a beast!! In the absolute best way! A true legend, especially for giving us Harry and Stevie! They've got so many wonderful blurbs and requests to check out!

~ Here is their masterlist!

💞 @lonelycowgirls who not only gave us The Garden but has complied a couple fic rec's herself, which was so fun to go through!!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @londonbelow has been giving us amazing content for far longer than we've deserved, but nevertheless...I'm so grateful! Not only for Black Rabbit but for all the other incredible stories she's graced us with!

~ Here is her masterlist!

The Harry Styles + Other Category!

🤍 @lovebittenbyevans has just started taking requests and (if I'm correct) is planning a series, too! For Chris Evans and Harry! They don't have a masterlist yet, but check out their page to make sure you don't miss anything!

🤍 @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite has been crazy supportive of me for so long now, and I'm so excited that I finally get to show some support back! They've got an incredible Niall Horan series, and I believe (correct if I'm wrong) are opening up requests for both Harry and Niall (again, correct me if I'm wrong)! You'll find their other works on their page, and attached to that link!!

🤍 @reidssbau has also been giving us incredible content for years! She just recently posted this fan-freaking-tastic plus-size stripper fic with Harry, but also writes for Spencer Reid, and has some amazing, amazing stories and blurbs about him!

~ Here is her masterlist!

🤍 @chrisevansonly writes for both Harry and Chris Evans, and when I came across her story Lavender Moonlight...my heart burst! Absolutely incredible writing, such sweet and descriptive imagery, and the most adorable premise! I'm so excited to go through her collection of stories for both men!!

~ Here is her masterlist!

The Dylan O'Brien Category!

♥️ @stilinskisnevermore is one of my favorite Dylan content creators. The obsession started with their Thomas Fic, and quickly snowballed into a full-blown simp-fest! They've written for almost every character of his, including some about him personally! Each one is guaranteed to leave you breathless!

~ Here is their masterlist!

♥️ @theinternetisfulloftrash is so much fun to keep up with! They've written some crazy accurate blurbs for Dylan (my personal fav being 24x24...but whose isn't?), but they also have an incredible Coachella Dylan fic you can find on Ao3!

~ Here is their masterlist!

The Chris Evans/Steve Rogers/Stucky Category!

💜 @straywords has written an incredible Stucky fanfic that takes place in the mountains that is as cool as the very air in those mountains (...horrible joke, I'll see myself out). They write more explicit content, so make sure to check the warnings, but they've got an extensive catalog that is sure to provide you with excellent stories!

They have some for Steve, Bucky, Stucky, Peter Parker, Yelena Belova, and so many more!

~ Here is their masterlist!

💜 @myfictionaldreams has written some crazy fun stories for so many characters, but I first stumbled upon this surprisingly sweet (but still sexy) Mafia Stucky story! They also write some pretty explicit content, so make sure to check the warnings. But, they've got an incredible list of concepts, requests, and series that I'm so excited to keep perusing!

~ Here is their masterlist!

The Fic Recs and Other Types of Content Creators Category!

💖 @reveriehs has been helping promote authors for years, and I honestly don't know where I'd be without them! If you are ever in a reading rut, and need some ideas, this list is the place to go!

💖 @tiredinwinter was so kind enough to show me some support, and it absolutely made my day! They are endlessly sweet and...they make ART!! Incredible drawings and adorable stickers! They are definitely an account to follow for inspiration, beautiful imagery, and even some fic recommendations!

If you've made it to this point, I LOVE YOU very much!! If you ever need some creators to discover, new stories to obsess over, or just wonderfully kind blogs to follow...these are just some of the amazing people I've been blessed to know and discover!

Thank you to everyone for your crazy wonderful support! I hope this list can be a good start at giving just a little bit of that love back!! 💞💞💞 (I have added so many heart emojis to this damn doc, I am so sorry)

ALSO:

Here is my other author recommendation list if you'd like it! These authors are also still my absolute favs, and that is never gonna change!

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characters that I write for are organized in alphabetical order by fandom and by name. links will lead to my complete list of posted work for said character:

willing to write for characters: romantically (➵ ) platonically (✸) or nsfw (✧)

Character Alphabets (sfw ✸ & nsfw ✧)

Ask Box Headcanons and Blurbes

Agents of shield

Bobbi Morse ✸ ➵ ✧

Daisy Johnson/Quake ✸ ➵ ✧

Jemma Simmons ✸ ➵ ✧

Jiaying ✸ ➵ ✧

Leo Fitz ✸ ➵

Malinda May ✸ ➵ ✧

Phil Coulson ✸ ➵

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina 

Hilda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Madam Satan/Lilith ✸ ➵ ✧

Sabrina Spellman ✸ ➵

Zelda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Doctor Who

Amy Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Bill Pots ✸ ➵

Clara/Clara Oswald/Oswin ✸ ➵ ✧

Eleven/Smith!Doctor ✸ ➵

Jack Harkness ✸ ➵

Missy/Gomez!Master ✸ ➵ ✧

River Song/Melody Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Simm!Master ✸ ➵

Thirteen/Whittaker!Doctor ✸ ➵ ✧

Twelve/Capaldi!Doctor ✸ ➵

Five Nights at Freddy (movie)

romantic (➵) platonic (✸) nsfw (✧)

Mike Schmidt ➵ ✸

William Afton ➵ ✸

Vanessa Shelly/Afton ➵ ✸ ✧

Killing Eve 

Eve Polastrí ✸ ➵ ✧

Villanelle ✸ ➵ ✧

The Legend Of Korra

Asami Sato ✸ ➵ ✧

Bolin ✸ ➵

Bumi ✸ ➵

Izumi ✸ ➵ ✧

Korra ✸ ➵ ✧

Kuvira ✸ ➵ ✧

Kya ✸ ➵ ✧

Kyoshi ✸ ➵ ✧

Lin Beifong ✸ ➵ ✧

Mako ✸ ➵

Opal ✸ ➵

Tenzin ✸ ➵

The Last Of Us (Games)

Abby Anderson ✸ ➵ ✧

Dina ✸ ➵ ✧

Ellie Williams ✸ ➵ ✧

Joel Miller ✸ ➵

Tommy Miller ✸ ➵

Marvel 

Agatha Harkness ✸ ➵ ✧

Bucky Barns/Winter Soldier ✸ ➵

Bruce Banner ✸ ➵

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel ✸ ➵ ✧

Darcy Lewis ✸ ➵ ✧

Drax ✸ ➵

Gamora ✸ ➵ ✧

Hela Odendottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Hope van Dyne/Wasp ✸ ➵ ✧

Jane Foster/Mighty Thor ✸ ➵ ✧

Kate Bishop ✸ ➵ ✧

Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab ✸ ➵ ✧

May Parker ✸ ➵ ✧

Mantis ✸ ➵ ✧

Maria hill ✸ ➵ ✧

Monica Ranbough ✸ ➵ ✧

Natasha Romanov/Black Widow ✸ ➵ ✧

Nebula ✸ ➵ ✧

Okoye ✸ ➵ ✧

Peggy Carter/Captain Carter ✸ ➵ ✧

Peter Parker/Spider-Man ✸ ➵

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America ✸ ➵

Scott Lang/Ant-man ✸ ➵

Sharon Carter/Powerbroker ✸ ➵ ✧

Sylvie Laufeydottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Thor Odenson ✸ ➵

Valkyrie ✸ ➵ ✧

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch ✸ ➵ ✧

Yelena Belova ✸ ➵ ✧

Parks and Recreation 

Ann Perkins ✸ ➵ ✧

April Ludgate ✸ ➵ ✧

Donna Meagle ✸ ➵ ✧

Jennifer Barkley ✸ ➵ ✧

Leslie Knope ✸ ➵ ✧

Star Wars 

Ahsoka ✸ ➵ ✧

Captain Phasma ✸ ➵ ✧

Finn/FN-2187 ✸ ➵

General Hux ✸ ➵

Han Solo ✸ ➵

Leia Organa ✸ ➵ ✧

Luke Skywalker ✸ ➵

Padmé Amidala ✸ ➵ ✧

Rey ✸ ➵ ✧

Rose ✸ ➵ ✧

Stranger things  

Argyle ✸ ➵

Chrissy Cunningham✸ ➵

Dustin Henderson ✸ ➵

Eddie Munson ✸ ➵

El/Eleven/Jane ✸ ➵

Erica Sinclair ✸

Jim Hopper ✸ ➵

Johnathan Byers ✸ ➵

Joyce Byers ✸ ➵ ✧

Karen Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Lucas Sinclair ✸ ➵

Max Mayfield ✸ ➵

Murray Bauman ✸ ➵

Nancy Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Steve Harrington ✸ ➵

Will Byers ✸ ➵

misc.

Alma LeFay Peregrine (mrs peregrine's home of peculiar children)✸ ➵ ✧

Elizabeth Corday (ER) ✸ ➵ ✧

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (RE:V) ✸ ➵ ✧

Laura DeMille/Madame Rouge (Doom Patrol) ✸ ➵ ✧

Lily Lebowski (Crossing Jordan) ✸ ➵ ✧

Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates (Wednesday) ✸ ➵ ✧

Millie Rusk/MolotovGirl (Free Guy) ✸ ➵ ✧

Miranda Croft (The Flight Attendant)✸ ➵ ✧

Dr. Olivia Octaviouse (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)✸ ➵ ✧

Yellowjackets

Jackie Tayler (1996) ✸ ➵

Laura Lee (1996) ✸ ➵

Lottie Mattews (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Misty Quigley (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

"Nat" Natalie Scatorccio (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Shauna Sadecki (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Taissa Turner (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Travis Martinez (1996/2021) ✸ ➵

"Van" Vanessa Palmer (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, short blurb, sfw (despite the second intentions of the title lol)

warning(s): yelena being a hottie (?), mentions of using a gun, mentions of using a knife (nothing explicit tho), not proofread, unedited.

word count: 0.3k

note: HELLO, LITTLE STARSHINES. I'm sooo sorry I haven't been posting anything at all. And I'm also sorry that this is not the fic that I was supposed to post, but lately I've been lacking motivation to write and then this little fic came to my brain and it just happened. Also, for the russian words, I used google translator and my knowledge from reading fanfiction, so please correct me if I'm wrong. (I wanna learn russian so bad). Hopefully y'all will like it. I'm not an english native speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

⇨ Detka: baby - Moya lyubov: my love - Malyshka: little girl

You felt your fingers wrapped tightly around the cold metal, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Okay, that’s good. Just relax a bit, detka,” you felt Yelena’s hot breath in your ear. 

You shook your head, trying to shake all the butterflies away in your stomach because of her closeness. She was right behind you, her head on your shoulder, her hands on top of yours adjusting them properly around the gun you were holding. 

“The trick for a perfect aim is practice, of course. But it also helps if you imagine someone you strongly dislike as the bullseye,” you chuckled, feeling your body relaxing a bit. “I’m serious, Y/n. It really helps.”

“But I don’t hate anyone.”

“Yeah, I figure. You are way too pure to hate anyone,” she kissed your left cheek, you felt your skin getting warmer under her soft lips. “Okay, just take a deep breath,” you did as you were told. “Close your eyes and let your body relax, focus on your breathing.”

You breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth, feeling your heartbeat getting back to its regular rate. 

“Okay, that’s good, moya lyubov',” you felt her hands on your stomach as she felt your breathing. “Once you are ready, just take the shot.”

You opened your eyes, determined for the bullet to hit the tin a few meters away from you. You closed your right eye, trying to aim for it, and pulled the trigger. 

“Wow, that’s impressive,” you heard Yelena chuckling behind you as she looked at the hole in the tin. “Good job, pretty girl,” she took the gun from your hands and placed a kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, and leaned into her touch, wrapping your arms around her. 

You rested your head on her chest, breathing in her scent, feeling comfort in it. She smelled like fresh rain and the woods around the two of you, you could also smell the faint bourbon on her lips. 

“Can you teach me how to use a knife next?” you looked up at her, mischief filling your eyes. 

“Yeah, sure. Anything you want, malyshka.”

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M