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natbelovasblog · 1 year

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- DNI IF: Racist, Homophobic, Transphobic, Sexist, Kink Accounts, White supremacist, Pedophile, Incest Kink, Pro-Life, Race-play, Dox Supporter, LGBTQ+Phobic.

- Please take notice that before asking something, you make sure to tell me it's a one-shot request or I will write it as a blurb/drabble instead or I may just talk and agree with you as a conversation starter.

- You shall find my masterlist and all of the things that you need to know before requesting, and some things about me when you click the “read more” button.

- Please know- before reading my things, that I am a minor!! If that makes you uncomfortable, then you can quietly leave. Thank you<33!

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Master-list.

Request.

If I feel pressured or uncomfortable at any point in writing a request/Drabble etc. I will not do it. This is a place for me me feel free and safe. Not pressured and frustrated. And any questions that are later sent asking why I’m taking forever on a fic, or why I deleted their request will be left unanswered. I do not have to explain myself. It’s as simple as that!

I only take requests for certain marvel women as of now- But that may change if I get a request I like for a different character/gender, I do not write any of the following things in my Dni. So if you request it. I’ll delete it immediately.

I only write for marvel and I only write in women or they/them readers. Not men for personal reasons but if you are a man and it is a they/them related fic. Do as you wish.

About me.

I am a Seventeen year old girl trying to learn more about herself while navigating through this journey of a thing we call life. My favorite color is green.. sage if it wasn’t already obvious. I have 6 dogs… yikes ik. I love to read! Obviously. My favorite food is pizza or like a very thick juicy ass burger- Pff. I’m a huge introvert! I’m a very thick brunette with bright green eyes, and last but not least, i think I’m bi.. not sure tho. I mean.. I wouldn’t marry a man but I do find them to be very attractive.

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empyreanwritings · 3 years

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Can I request some YeleNatReader? Maybe Y/N is usually smart and then they found out they didn't know about some basic common sense. Thank you and drink water and have a nice day😌

A/N: I will neither confirm nor deny whether this story is based on true events or not akdjflsdkfj

“But why do you have to go?” You whined as you threw yourself on the couch across Yelena and Nat’s laps. “Why can’t you stay home with me and Yelena?”

Nat rolled her eyes playfully. “Because one of the agents has a hernia, and he’ll be out for a few weeks because of it. I agreed to go on this assignment for him cause I knew it’d be quick and easy.”

You shifted into a sitting position between them. Your brows furrowed, and they could practically see the gears turning in your head. You were probably trying to figure out how you could convince Nat to stay, but she was already coming up with reasons why she couldn’t bail out now. She knew you all to well.

“Well, that doesn’t make much sense.”

“And why not?”

“So what if the man can’t sit? That’s not the point of an assignment anyways. Tell him that he needs to suck it up and get his work done then he can worry about his butt problems later,” you replied with so much confidence in the situation, they almost missed what you said.

Yelena’s eyes grew wide, and her jaw dropped. “Did you just say-”

“What do you think hernias are?” Nat quickly interrupted. The look on her face annoyed you because you didn’t understand what was so funny.

“Hernias are those little things that people get on their, ya know, butt area. They can’t sit and it hurts them to use the bathroom.”

Yelena smashed one of the couch pillows against her face to muffle the obnoxious laughter falling from her lips. Nat tried harder to conceal her amusement, but the sound of Yelena’s laughter was too contagious to ignore. It wasn’t long before the two of them were on the floor, clutching their stomachs and repeating what you said.

You threw your hands into the air. “What is so funny?!”

“Those aren’t hernias, babe. Those are hemorrhoids.”

“I-” You stared at them, unable to form any other words. Maybe you were an idiot.

#yelena belova x reader x natasha romanoff #yelenat x reader #yelenat imagine #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #drabbles

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novoaa1writes · 3 years

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masterlist

this is my masterlist, which will be updated periodically as i write more. please heed the warnings before reading. all readers are written as mixed race and female unless specifically indicated otherwise.

⚹ = fluff

𝜏 = angst

■ = dark fic

∃ = explicit (18+)

⚲ = non-binary reader / reader’s gender not specified

lucifer

mazikeen x reader

“hey. wanna bang?”

6:41 on a thursday morning ⚹ ⚲

criminal minds

jemily & reader

comeback kid

shameless (u.s.)

mandy milkovich x reader

“f**k you.” ⚲

american horror story

the countess x reader

twisted love ∃

ramona royale x reader

jealousy ∃

marie laveau x reader

sugar fixes everything (... hopefully)

barbara kean x tabitha galavan x reader

sirens’ den ■ ∃

harley quinn x reader

control ■ ∃

happy accidents ⚹ ∃

harley quinn x poison ivy x reader

peaches ■ ∃

house-training ■ ∃

marvel

michelle jones x reader

protector ⚹ ⚲

daisy johnson x reader

honest ⚹ ⚲

peggy carter x reader

heaven ■ ∃ ⚲

queen ramonda x reader

worthy ⚹ ⚲

queen’s orders ⚹ 𝜏

(half) anniversary ⚹ ⚲

wanda maximoff x reader

candles ⚹ 𝜏 ■ ∃

natasha romanoff & reader

find you again (series)

natasha romanoff x reader

bruised knees ∃

build-a-pet (series) ■ ⚲

day 0 | come, sit, stay

yelena belova x reader

everything ⚹ ⚲

havana ⚹ ∃

“always.” ⚹ ∃

valentine’s ⚹ ⚲

yelena belova x natasha romanoff x reader

no one believes me ■ ∃

young, innocent things ■ ∃ ⚲

wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x reader

the itch ■ ∃

ours ■

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wisewidow · 4 years

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I Should've Worshipped You Sooner.

PAIRING: Yelena Belova x Reader

SUMMARY: She should have said it sooner.

I trace her scars with mere brushes of my fingertips. The showerhead spews down water so hot it flushes her skin and stings my own. I take my time undoing her golden braids, admiring the careful threaded strands as I untangle them and brush them out with my hands. She hums happily, her back to me as we sit at the bottom of the plugged bathtub, the water around us rising slowly with each passing minute.

Once her hair is loose, I squirt some shampoo into my hands and massage it into her scalp, gently moving down towards her split ends. I told her I'd cut them months ago, but we'd gotten sidetracked.

She takes my hand and uses it as leverage to turn herself around so she faces me. There's a calmness in her mossy green eyes I'd missed since last time I had seen her, before she'd joined her runaway superhero sister.

I hadn't asked about her mission or her family just yet, and I could tell Yelena was appreciative of that. I'd simply stripped her and led her to the bathroom.

Still holding my hand, she tugs me towards her.

"I've gotta wash out your hair," I say.

"You've done enough," she leans back against the end of the tub. "Come here."

I sigh melodramatically and collapse against her chest. She snorts as I giggle, her arms wrapping around me and her nose promptly buried in my neck. She kisses me and I sigh, content.

The steady stream slowly turns lukewarm, and then cold, and by the time we're finished kissing and whispering and washing up, our fingers begin to resemble raisins.

She wraps the fluffy towel around my body and I use the smaller one to gently dry her hair and pat down the droplets running down her skin. Goosebumps erupt on her flesh where my fingers follow, leading me to wink at her. She rolls her eyes fondly and grabs her toothbrush.

"I've missed this," I mumble as she brushes. She glances at me through the mirror and I take her inability to reply as an opportunity. "I know we're not . . . real. Or at least we weren't. But I do love you, and I don't want to have to say that when you're going away to fight assassins and I think I may not see you again, or when you go to the bar and eye up another beautiful woman and I have to hold my tongue. I love you dearly."

Her hand stops brushing. She looks down. I quietly move past her and pad down the hall towards the hotel's bedroom. I've only just had time to put on underwear before I feel a hand grasping my own.

Yelena whirls me around again. Her eyes are intense. We stare at each other for a while, and I hold my breath as she opens her mouth.

"Wear this?" Comes her thick voice.

I glance down. She's clutching her spare shirt tightly.

Slowly, I take it from her and pull it over my head. She grabs my sweater and tugs it on.

We stare.

"I love you," Yelena whispers.

"Say it again?" I ask.

"I will, and I'll say it day after day so you won't forget. I love you. Dearly. I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner."

I kiss the apology off her lips.

#yelena belova x you #yelenat x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova #florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #black widow #wlw x reader #wlw #lesbian #marvel wlw #yelena belova fluff

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thechaoticgays · 4 years

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Nat and Yelena x reader who are on vacation when Nat notices someone following them and goes into protective mode.

Author: Steph (empyreanwritings)

Vacations were a luxury in your relationship. Ever since Nat returned to the States, with Yelena in tow, you knew life wasn’t going to be as easy as it was anymore, but you were more than okay with that. Easy was boring. You wanted something passionate and complicated - and that was the dynamic between the three of you now.

When Yelena suggest you go away for the next few weeks, you were more than happy to agree. You needed the chance to spend alone time together, just the three of you, without any Avenger business getting in the way.

But it was hard for either of them to ever turn off their assassin instincts.

A man, someone who couldn’t have been older than 40, had been following the three of you while you were on your walk down the beach. Nat noticed first, and she tried to get Yelena’s attention and warn her without her you noticing, but you were far more observant than she gave you credit for. You noticed something changed in their demeanor the second it happened.

You glanced over your shoulder to see what was wrong, but Nat was already pushing your gaze ahead of you again.

You quickly jerked your head back and stared up at her in surprise, completely halting your movements. “What the hell was that? What are you hiding from me?”

She didn’t say anything as the man passed you, and she kept her eyes on him until he finally settled with a family that was just a few feet away. You could hear the releases of breath from her and Yelena, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, that man was real scary,” you teased.

“You can never be too safe, babe,” Nat replied coolly, even if she was trying to hide her embarrassment.

Yelena kissed your cheek then planted a kiss on Nat’s. “Let’s give her a break. She’s still a little tense after everything - that’s what we’re meant to fix!”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that.”

#quarantine drabbles #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x reader #yelenat x reader #yelena x reader x nat #yelenat imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova #natasha romanoff

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marvelsdc22 · 4 years

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Here's another :D may I now please request with either Natasha or Yelena with the numbers 64 and 6 please and thank you :3 x

Why not both? 😉😏

6. “I know you’re angry... but it wasn’t me!”

64. “I think your cat wants to kill me”

Dating both Yelena and Nat was probably one of the best choices you’d ever made, they were together first until they met you at the game store when you were searching for a specific game, Natasha having actually grabbed the game for you since you weren’t tall enough to reach, then after discussing with one another and watching as you roamed the store, they asked you out on a date and who were you to deny not one, but two beautiful women?

You guys have been dating each other for a little over a month now, but they had never come to your apartment, usually you guys would go out and they dropped you off, but you never invited them in or you would all go to their apartment, but tonight you wanted to treat them to a nice dinner since you felt they deserved it “Don’t look at me like that, Shay” you said, your black, bobtail cat staring at you from the top of his cat tower, able to feel his judgement from where you were.

You two had a stare off for a moment before he blinked lazily and went back to cleaning himself “Stupid cat” you muttered, shaking your head as you went back to cooking, you loved him but some days he was a real pain in the ass, you having just slipped the chicken in the oven when you heard a knock “That’s them! Be nice” you said, waving a finger at Shay before going to open the door.

Smiling, you greeted both of them with a quick peck to the lips “Make yourselves at home, I have wine and the chicken just went in the oven so we have time” you said, giving them a smile before vanishing into the kitchen and wincing when you heard Shay meow before something broke, poking your head into the living room and feeling anger start to build when you saw it was the figurine you had gotten from your grandmother.

“I know you’re angry... but it wasn’t me!” Yelena said quickly, her being the closest to the busted figurine “I know, Shay does this a lot” you said, going to clean it up when Natasha stopped you “Here, let me” she said, batting your hand away before she carefully picked the pieces up, placing them on the coffee table since she would try to fix it later “Yel, I’m not mad at you” you said, seeing the guilty look on her face and having her meet your gaze.

Yelena frowned slightly until you pulled her into an embrace “I think your cat wants to kill me” she muttered, resting her chin on your shoulder and making you turn enough to look at Shay who was glaring at you guys “He wants to kill everyone” you chuckled, shaking your head before giving her a quick squeeze “He’ll warm up to you guys soon” you promised, giving them both a quick smile before going to grab the wine glasses.

“Who wants wine?” You asked, setting the glasses down and pouring some into each one before handing them to Yelena and Natasha, you going to sit in the recliner when Natasha grabbed your wrist and gently tugged you between her and Yelena, the two of them wrapping an arm around you and you unable to fight back the smile that appeared on your face, taking a sip of wine as the three of you dived into conversation of everything and nothing.

#yelenat x reader #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x gn!reader #yelena x reader #Natasha Romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader #Natasha x reader #yelena belova x natasha romanoff #yelena belova x natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova imagine #Natasha Romanoff imagine #marvel x reader #marvel #drabble day

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awfcrusso · 3 years

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black widow incorrect quote

Yelena: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Natasha: I think you mean cards.

Yelena, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not

#yelena belova #natasha romanoff #natasharomanoff #yelenabelova #yelenat #Black Widow #blackwidow #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff x reader

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checkingoutforheroes · 3 years

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Did you win?

Natasha, the big sis: Mom told me that you got into a fight at school. Again!

Y/n, frowning: Yes, i did.

Natasha: That's why I send you to school for?!

Y/n: ...

Natasha: ...

Melina: ...

Yelena, the sister duo: Did you win?

Y/n, hype up: Oh yeah I did! I fucked them up. I fucked 'em up real good!

Natasha: That's it. I've tried. They're your daughters. You deal with them on your own.

Melina: Don't you dare walk out that door! Natasha, come back, you ungrateful daughter of mine!

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incorrectyelenat · 2 years

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Yelena, calling Natasha: Hey do you have 25k dollars I could borrow?

Natasha: what do you need 25k for?

Yelena: An escape room

Natasha: what escape room is that expensive?

Yelena: jail....

#natasha romonova #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha and yelena #natasha romanoff #black widow #yelena black widow #yelenat #yelena belova #black widow movie #marvel #the avengers #incorrect quotes #black widow x reader

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empyreanwritings · 3 years

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hello stef! may i request baker!reader trying to teach nat and yelena how to bake pastries and them being really sweet and patient with the two who are mildly struggling? thank you!! i hope you take care!!

“We have a problem.”

You poked your head up to look over at Yelena, whose hands had dough sticking to every finger. You bit your lip once you noticed that Nat was in the same position as well.

When you suggested to teach them how to bake, you didn’t think they were going to be so...well, you didn’t have any better word for it besides terrible. You loved them with all of your heart, but they were terrible bakers. Most people could at least follow a basic recipe, but even that was a struggle for them. You didn’t think that was possible.

But the fact that they were still trying made your heart warm.

“The dough keeps sticking every time I try to roll it out,” Yelena pouted.

“Because the dough hasn’t been chilled properly.” You took the bowl from her and patted the dough down back into a more solid form before covering it with plastic wrap. “You want it to rest for about an hour before you try to roll it out because it won’t form the way you want it to if it’s still warm.”

Nat blew a bit of flour off her cheeks. “You could have told us earlier, ya know.”

“I did tell you, actually,” you replied with a teasing smile. “You insisted that you knew what you were doing and told me to let you work.”

“Well I didn’t!” Yelena chimed in. “You could have told me.”

You rounded the counter and pressed kisses to both of their cheeks to reassure them that they were doing just fine. Minus a few hiccups, they actually managed to get the dough together well. You just hoped they tasted good once they were fully baked.

#yelena belova x reader x natasha romanoff #yelenat x reader #yelenat imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine

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wisewidow · 4 years

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The One With The Unfortunate Bottle Smashing Incident

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: I wake up to find my girlfriend's side of the bed empty and a runaway Avenger in my living room. I improvise.

Prequel

A cool breeze drafts in through the open window. I stir in my sleep, the cotton sheet covering my body shifting, and mumble a good morning to the blonde sleeping next to me.

No response.

A frown tugs at my features. "Yelena?" I whisper, turning over. Her side of the bed is empty. I run my hand over the mattress and find it's cold.

This shouldn't alarm me, since it's normal for her to expertly sneak out of bed before me at an ungodly hour. "So you can get your sleep," she'd explain in her accented voice. I work long night shifts, sometimes covering for Sergei, the friendly bartender who sleeps with his customers more often than he serves them.

But then I hear the footsteps. They're not loud. They're not rowdy. But Yelena had taught me to listen for people who don't want to be heard. Something isn't right.

"I know you're out there," Yelena's voice calls out. I know she isn't talking to me — I've learned the different tones she takes when talking to people. The clipped tone used for strangers. The tentative murmur reserved for me and the occasional stray cat she spots when she used to insist on accompanying me to take out the trash, back when we first moved into this unfamiliar city. And the tone she's using now is the one she was trained to use in the horror show she grew up in, directed at a hostile.

I slip out of bed and silently open the bedside table's top drawer, where Yelena had hidden a handgun for me to use in emergencies. I find that it's gone, and feel unease bleed into my gut.

"I know you know I'm out here," an unfamiliar voice calls back. "So, we gonna talk like grown-ups?"

I pad lightly over to the door and slip into the hall, pressing my back against the wall outside the kitchen.

"Is that what we are?" Yelena asks dryly.

I hear them move into the living room. There's a deadly pause, and then a sudden flurry of movement. I listen for sounds of grunts of pain, but find none. It's quiet, and, for a moment, I wonder if one of the two women had taken the other out. I hold my breath.

Then more fighting. Huffs, yells and crashes sound out, and I see a body flying into the wall. It's Yelena.

Outrage burns through me and in a sudden movement I've grabbed a bottle of vodka from our stash and am quickly rushing into the living room. Yelena is regaining her bearings quickly, and stood over her is a tall woman with blood red hair tied in a single Dutch braid. The woman senses my arrival, but I'm quick on my feet, and she's only partly turned around before I smash the bottle against her head and she stumbles.

Yelena shoots to her feet. The redhead straightens in time for my girlfriend to kick the gun out of her hands. It lands by my feet, and I pick it up, finding the grip comfortable in my hands after many self-defence lessons. I aim it at the stranger and pull the trigger.

Yelena yells, starting forward as if to rush to the woman's aid, except there's no bang. There's no blood. The woman stands upright.

I realise the gun the woman had been using's safety was on. I blink in surprise. Was she that stupid?

Something in her eyes tells me otherwise. No, not stupid. She just hadn't come with intentions to kill.

"It's good to see you too, sis," she smirks at Yelena, then winces as her fingers go to her hair. She turns to me, observing curiously.

Yelena walks to me and gently lowers the gun in my hands. She nods at me reassuringly when I resist, still at edge, still confused, but I begrudgingly let my arm fall limp at my side.

Broken glass crunches under her boots as she grabs the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table and starts pouring a generous amount into her glass from last night. "So," she arches a brow to the redhead. "What brings you home?"

The two of them talk. I listen. The woman introduces herself to me politely as Natasha Romanoff, and I wonder why I hadn't recognised her sooner, since her face had been plastered all over the news as one of the Avengers gone on the run. Yelena refers to her as Natalia at some point, and I realise I remember that name from some of the late nights where we would lie in bed, bodies entangled in a mess of limbs. I'd braid little strands of her hair while she'd tell me little bits about her past, the Red Room.

Instantly I know both women would feel more comfortable without me there. I catch Yelena's eye and motion with my head to the kitchen, and she nods. Natasha's green eyes follow me until I open the fridge and pull out a bowl of leftover pepper cream sauce from dinner last night. I put it in the microwave, throw some butter and gnocci into the pan, and set to work making breakfast (lunch? I hadn't checked the time, but I figured by the sun's position in the sky that it's noon).

By the time I'm nearly done, I hear Yelena calling me. I turn around with a small questioning hum and see that Natasha is approaching me. Yelena stalks behind her, looking sulky, but, as always, protective enough that she won't leave my side in the presence of an assassin, shared trauma or no.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, (Y/N). I'm sorry I can't stay for food, but I hope to see you again."

"You won't," Yelena states bluntly.

I ignore this and smile, shaking her hand. "Stay safe. And, uh, sorry for . . ." I gesture to her head.

She waves me off. Yelena leads her out the door and, once she's gone, collapses into her seat at the dining table so hard that the poor old chair squeaks against the tiled floor. I put the third plate of food into the fridge for another time, or, perhaps, another surprise visit from an ex-assassin, and carry over some gnocci to where she's sitting.

She grunts a thank you. I stand behind her and loosen her ponytail until her blonde hair falls around her shoulders in waves, and then begin to braid it into a crown. It's lopsided and messy, thicker in places and thinner in others, and I know she could have done much better, but still my intentions work. She straightens in her chair when I've finished and starts to eat, put at ease. Though I'm sure it won't last. Her past had come knocking on her doorstep, the past that she had rather remained buried.

I sit in the seat closest to her, as she's at the head of the table, and subtly slide her whiskey out of view. She sees this and huffs through her nose, not pleased, but too drained to complain.

I pick at my food as well, more calmly than her aggresive fork spearing and angry chewing. I want to wait until she's ready to talk, but she's worrying me now. She's reverting back into the woman she was when I first met her, just a customer at the bar I work at, drinking to forget. I'd drawn her out of her shell over the years since then. It's killing me to see her like this.

"Yelena," I begin calmly. "What did Natasha want?"

"A reunion," grunts Yelena unhappily. "A big, happy, fucking family reunion."

I shift nervously. "Melina and Alexei—"

She pushes her plate away. Most of the gnocci have been stabbed at, but very few eaten. My plate was half empty. This is our normal, I guess. She vents by destruction. I vent by eating everything in sight. "I can't— shit, (Y/N)."

She's slipped into Russian. She'd taught me that, as well as how to protect myself, so I follow her lead and answer in the same language. "Sweetheart, you don't have to do anything. We have passports, few belongings, and my job is shit anyway. We'll relocate. Start over."

"And Sergei?"

I frown, surprised. "What about him?"

"Sergei. Anika. Lizzie. Mr. and Mrs. Pavlov and that old crone you bake cookies for every weekend."

She's listing my co-workers and our neighbours. I'm not following her point.

She sees my confusion and sighs. Smiling sadly, she takes both my hands in hers and switches back to English. "You have a life here, моя любовь." My love. "I do not."

"If you're suggesting I leave and you don't, the answer is a very stern fucking no."

She shakes her head. "I know you would never agree to that, and to be honest, I feel a little too selfish to let you go. But as Natalia said, we have unfinished business, and I need to stop running from it. I need to stop hiding. So you're going to book a flight to Amsterdam."

I open my mouth to protest, but she squeezes my hands reassuringly and continues in a stronger voice. "Just for a couple of weeks. A month, tops. And I swear on my life I will come back for you, when it's safe again, and we can finally get around to actually decorating this shithole." She gestures to the barren apartment around us.

I worry my lower lip. I don't want to part ways with her, but I know I'll run out of bottles to smash over people's heads eventually. Yelena needs to fight her own battles. I need to accept that. "Okay," I say quietly. "As long as you come back to me, okay?"

She brings my hand to her lips and kisses my knuckles. "I always will."

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #yelena belova x y/n #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova fluff #yelenat x reader #marvel wlw

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thechaoticgays · 4 years

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Masterlist

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Carol Danvers

Yelena Belova

YeleNat

Bucky Barnes

Stucky

Lena Luthor

Nia Nal

Victorious

Jade West

Percy Jackson and The Olympians

Annabeth Chase

Actors/Actresses

Scarlett Johansson

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #yelena belova x reader #yelenat x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes #lena luthor x reader #nia nal x reader #jade west x reader #annabeth chase x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #masterlist

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jromanoff · 2 years

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Strip That Down For Me - Chapter 1

Summary: Bang, bang, and bye

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood, violence and death. Mentions of guns and a dead body. Language

Author’s note: So, the first chapter is out! Somebody here doesn’t play around and you’ll be able to see it in a quick moment. We hope this chapter will make you interested and leave you all wanting more.

Word count: 3.1k

The sound of rain hitting the ground was the only sound that could be heard on this late night. Occasionally joined by the sound of thunder.

Sometimes a blink could be seen in the sky through all the rain. Probably a daring pilot flying an aeroplane over the skyline in this terrible weather. Ross was glad he would be inside his warm home soon, unlike the pilots and their passengers.

Shutting the door to his car, he locked it before moving a hand inside his coat and putting the keys in his pocket. He took the suitcase in his other hand as he slowly started walking away from the vehicle and towards his house.

The whole neighborhood was engulfed by the darkness of the night, the only thing that could be seen was a dim light peeking out from behind his bedroom window. The man smiled a little to himself at the thought of his wife who probably fell asleep waiting for him, being in the company of those he loves was what he needed after a stressful day at work.

Images of his wife and newborn daughter filled his mind as he continued to walk home. The gray-haired man took a quick look over the streets and slightly clenched his jaw, there were no lights on in every house except for his, meaning every man was already back home with their family before him. This made Ross a little jealous.

With closed eyes and a small shake of his head, he sighed to himself. Working till late hours provided him money, a fancy car, a luxurious house in an expensive neighborhood, status, but it took away something that money would never be able to buy: time.

Going up on the low porch stairs, a calloused hand reached for the keys inside his pocket. He briefly looked down at the bunch of keys, moving one away from another with his fingers before grabbing the one he needed.

A faint rustling sound caused him to slow down his movements. Still keeping his eyes ahead of him and on the front door, he brushed it off after a couple of seconds. Walking up to the door, he dropped his gaze to the item in his hand before moving it up and aiming for the keyhole.

“Secretary Ross, fancy seeing you here” the sound of a familiar voice made the man stop in tracks. His hand froze in place and the only thing he could hear was his own breathing.

Not tearing his eyes from the keyhole, he slowly lowered the hand while only one thought was running through his mind; Fuck.

Sighing to himself, he moved his head to the side before fully turning around and facing the person. A mysterious figure was standing on the sidewalk, their hat soaked with water as its droplets were falling on the concrete.

“Well- I- yeah, fancy seeing you here too...” the figure smiled to themselves before letting a chuckle pass their lips.

Ross should be feeling relieved right now, but he knew better. As he kept his gaze on the person, the gray-haired man responded with a faint and nervous laugh. “How did- what are you doing in this part of the city?” he asked as his lips started going dry, making him lick them.

The person’s chuckle died down as their eyes were focused on the ground. A big open-mouthed smile was plastered on their face. Ross’s gaze darted all over the figure’s face as they sighed heavily.

“Decided to take a walk.” The response made Ross smile anxiously before he felt shivers run down his spine when the figure started slowly moving in his direction.

Gulping, the man took a small step back, discreetly reaching for the doorknob behind him.

The sound of stairs screeching under the heavy steps spread on the porch. The figure stood in front of the man before reaching for his coat.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Thaddeus.” the figure spoke. The words made Ross‘s forehead start covering in sweat.

“Any particular reason?” the person asked with squinting eyes, raising their head and tilted it to the side.

His mouth was slightly opening and closing while he tried to find the right words. But the only thing he could do was look at the person’s face.

“Uh- what- no, I-” He started stammering, his anxiety rising along with fear filling up his body. “I wasn’t- no, I would never avoid you.” He finally managed to say.

He swallowed thickly when he noticed a ghost of a smirk on the figure’s lips. He wasn’t sure what kind of a sign it was for him, he never knew.

“Are you sure?” The question was followed by a small smile before the figure added. “I could swear it was like you got bored of our friendship, it deeply hurt me.”

Ross’s chin started to tremble, he was aware of the situation he found himself in and that he was making it worse with every word that left his mouth.

The person’s hands went up to the collar of his coat and started fixing it. “A little bird told me you were throwing my name in different places.” Ross could feel the blood draining from his face at these words, eyes widening while his body completely stiffened up as the person’s hands moved along his collar and closer to his neck. “I’m already famous, no need to promote me more.” The figure said with what could be called an amused smirk.

But Thaddeus wasn’t amused at all. “Wait- no, it’s not true, I- I could never-” He tried to form any normal sentence but only one thought was running through his mind.

He took a shaky breath when one hand left his clothes, not knowing what to expect. “Also, you got yourself a nice house.” The figure said, gesturing with their hand to the building. “Kind of big. But it’s what is needed when you have a family, right?” The person smiled at the gray-haired man at the end of their sentence. “It would be quite unfortunate if you couldn't spend more time with them here. Leaving your daughters so soon doesn’t seem like something nice, am I right?”

Ross’s lips went dry as all words died in his mouth. Not thinking much and being scared for his life, he grabbed the figure’s upper arms as he stared at them with wide eyes and opened mouth.

“Please, I’ll get the money, every cent, everything, just, please, leave my family.” Pleads were flooding out of his mouth like a river, trying to do anything to make the situation better. “I will get them, I’ll give it all back, just not my family, please.”

The figure slowly reached for Ross’s forearms and calmly pushed his arms away from them.

Ross’s mouth was open, his eyes were wide and entirely focused on the other pair which seemed to be paying him almost no mind at all. Instead, they focused their attention on the man’s arms, moving from one to the other while smoothing out his garments.

Ross’s chin began to tremble as a small sigh left the person’s mouth. “You see, we’ve been friends for a long time, and it would be a shame if something ruined our friendship.” With pursed lips and a soft look in their eyes, the figure moved their gaze to the man’s face. He didn’t know what to think anymore, but he couldn’t help the fear bubbling up in his stomach.

A frown appeared on the figure’s features. “When I found out, I was honestly disappointed and surprised.” Ross could feel his whole body start sweating, his jaw slightly moved up and down, and his arms slumped defeatedly, being scared of the worst.

The person’s hand landed on his shoulder and patted it with a bright smile on their face. “But you are a good man, Thaddeus.” Both his arms were patted by the figure. “As well as a good friend.” After these words, they turned around and started walking away, heading to their car.

The gray-haired man was frozen in place, his gaze fixated on one random spot before he broke out of the trance. “A- a good man?” He stuttered out, watching the figure getting farther away.

They slowly turned around and smiled at Ross once again. “Everybody makes mistakes.” They said while opening their arms wide and stepping backwards before making their back face the man.

Thaddeus stared in shock as everything slowly started to sink in. He finally let out a breath he’d been holding while closing his eyes and tilting his head down slightly. The relief washed over his body and the corners of his mouth curled up as he realized what had just happened.

“Oh.” He looked up again when he heard the voice. “There’s one last thing.” The person said as they reached for the car’s handle with one hand while their back was turned to Ross. “I almost forgot to mention-” The Secretary cocked his head slightly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the figure’s statement. A loud sound echoed throughout the streets of the neighborhood before he could even open his mouth to let out a small ‘yes?’.

Ross’s body immediately stiffened, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping. He was staring at the person as tears blurred his vision while he raised his palm to his chest and pressed it lightly. He slowly lowered his gaze, the sight causing his jaw to tremble and more tears to well up in his eyes.

At that moment, everything seemed to move slowly, seconds felt like hours as Ross raised his hand to confirm what he already knew. His fingers were covered in a red fluid which put him in a trance and caused his mind to go blank. The shock on his face was obvious when he lifted his head. “Wh-” Another shot rang, reverberating through the neighborhood and disturbing the peace of the night as the bullet settled in the gray-haired man’s forehead.

A sharp intake of breath was the last thing that Ross let out. He wobbled forward on his legs before his body collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, his head tilted to the side and wide eyes. His blood was slowly staining the sidewalk in a crimson hue.

“Good night.” The figure said, hiding the gun back inside their coat before fixing the cuffs.

They opened the door and climbed into the car before getting comfortable in their seat. “Well, that was quite interesting.” A voice from the front reached the person’s ears. “I almost thought you’d leave him alone.”

A small chuckle passed the figure’s lips as they sighed loudly. “Don’t worry, I won’t go out of my way to be nicer than I have to be. Just wanted to give you a show.” They smiled in response.

“And that you did.” With a smile of their own, the driver turned their head back and faced the road before driving away.

The gunshot reverberated across the neighborhood, causing babies to cry and their parents to wake up. Ross' wife and their 3 children among them.

She looked out the window, curious as to what had woken up her children, only to see a car speeding away from the street. Her heart rate accelerated. Was it really possible that her biggest nightmare had come true? No. In a few minutes, her husband would be home. She was certain about it.

That didn't stop her from heading downstairs to investigate what the car might have left behind.

She froze when she opened the front door. Her husband's body was there, blood dripping from his head. Her mouth dried up as the smell of gunpowder from the shot that murdered Ross entered her nose. In the distance, the sound of sirens could be heard, indicating that they were on their way to the site.

She clung to her husband's corpse. Screaming and crying. Her children stood behind her, confused by what had just happened. They had no idea that they would never see their father again.

It took four agents to pry her away from Ross' still warm body.

The next morning

A rustling sound of a newspaper being dropped on the table could be heard throughout the apartment. An older woman pulled out a chair and sat down comfortably before taking the bundle of paper in her hands and starting to read.

“Has anybody seen my phone?” A woman’s voice was heard from the other room as the older one flipped the page of the newspaper. “I looked everywhere and I can’t find it.” She added, walking through the door and into the kitchen.

“Look harder.” Another voice spoke up, causing the redhead to glare at the owner of it. As she took a bite of her apple, the young girl’s face lit up with a pleased grin. “You love my advice.”

The woman raised her eyebrow and jutted out her hip. “I wouldn’t exactly say ‘love’, more like ‘I’ll hit you in the head if you give me any more of your wisdom’.” She bit back with an annoyed look on her face.

The blonde’s smirk became even wider as a result of it. Lowering her apple, she put the elbow on the table and looked at her sister. “So, you think my advice is smart. I knew you liked it.”

The tilt of the redhead’s head and squint of her eyes were clear indicators that she was already losing her patience. “No, it was just as dumb as you are.”

The blonde opened her mouth in the offense. “Wha-”

“Girls, girls, please, just stop this.” The woman in her early fifties spoke up, raising her hand with closed eyes.

The girl looked at her mother before sitting up and tilting her body in her direction while gesturing to her sister. “She said it was smart.” The defensive tone could be heard in her voice. “And it’s not like I wasn’t helpful or anything-”

“Please, just let me have one peaceful morning.” The brunette said, opening her eyes and meeting the gaze of her younger daughter.

The girl’s face changed to a neutral one before she turned on her chair and slumped down on it with crossed arms. “This is stupid.” The blonde mumbled under her breath.

The redhead only rolled eyes at her sister’s words. She moved farther into the kitchen as she continued to look for her phone. In the meantime, the brunette went from one page to the other, skipping every other word and trying to find something of her interest.

Finally stopping, she slightly tilted her head to the side and moved a bit on her chair. “Looks like nobody can be sure of their safety now.” She muttered, fixing the newspaper in her hands.

The blonde girl didn’t seem to be bothered by what her mother said while the redhead furrowed her eyebrows in slight confusion. “What do you mean?” She asked the brunette, still searching the place.

“Apparently, the Secretary of State was killed on his doorstep.” The brunette informed her daughter of the article.

The older daughter stopped her movements and turned to her mother. “The Secretary of State?” She asked before starting walking up to the table and standing behind the brunette, putting her hands on the top of the chair. “Ross?” She mumbled to herself, recognizing the man’s face.

Her mother nodded her head and glanced up at the redhead. “Yes, and he had a wife and children. The poor man and his family.” The redhead wasn’t particularly sorry for the Secretary, but she could only imagine how hard it had to be for his family. “His wife found him after she heard gunshots, and he was shot twice. I don’t know what kind of monster could do something like this.”

The room fell silent as the two women became engrossed in the article, wanting to find out more about the sudden murder. Although it didn’t take long before the silence was disturbed by the blonde who started imitating shooting with her mouth. “Bang, bang, and bye.” Her lowered voice reached both women’s ears, making them look at the young girl with raised eyebrows.

She puckered her lips as she didn’t seem to notice the looks until she faced them. Her eyes were darting between two gazes that were directed right at her, making her frown. “What?” The question caused her sister to blink at her while her mouth opened in slight disbelief.

Only when her mother tilted head at her did she raise her hands in surrender while looking slightly down. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, my mistake. Poor man indeed.” She said looking back at the two women with a small smile.

The only response she received was two loud and heavy sighs. The redhead shook her head and clapped the top of the chair. “Okay, well, we have to get going. And I think I left my phone at work.” She informed her younger sister and mother as she moved to the door, grabbing her jacket. “Move your ass, I don’t have the whole day.” She told her younger sister over her shoulder while giving her an annoyed look.

The blonde rolled her eyes, stood up from her spot on the table, and started heading to the door as well. “Jesus, you’re a lot more irritating than usual. Are you on your period or something?” The young girl asked, scrunching up her eyebrows with her gaze focused on the other’s face.

A small yelp came out of her mouth when the redhead opened the door and pushed her out of the apartment. “We will be back late, we love you.” The older of the two said loudly to their mother as she smiled innocently at her glaring sister.

“Okay, be safe and have fun, girls.” Their mother replied, waving at them before turning her head back to the newspaper. Not even two seconds after the doors closed she heard grumbling and a faint ‘I hate you’. “Yeah, they’ll have fun.” She said to herself before focusing back on reading.

She took one last look at the picture of a black body bag. Shaking her head, she flipped the page and stopped on a nicer article that would make her forget about the cruel reality.

Because as bad as it sounds, she knew one thing:

Murder was everywhere