The following is a collection of One-Shots that I have created about Black Widows Yelena Belova x Reader (You). If you have any suggestions for topics I should cover, please let me know! I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Yelena Belova, your best friend, and you sleep together. Communication is crucial to a successful relationship, but without it, uncertainty reigns. The state of your relationship remains in limbo. After missing each other for a long time, you are reunited at a party.
Word Count: 1,651
Translations: Moya Lyubov (My Love)
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This evening, you spent a lot of time thinking about what outfit you should wear to a party you didn't particularly want to attend. You never really had trouble picking an outfit; it was just the fact that Yelena Belova was going to be there that made you uneasy.
You and Yelena were childhood friends, but one night things changed significantly. When you and Yelena were messing around in your bedroom, she kissed you. It was something you wanted secretly, but you tried not to sabotage your friendship since you loved her so much. You were in love with her. It was just that you didn't want to admit it. Yelena knew what she wanted; she wasn't hesitant. The taste in your mouth was still imprinted on your mind. The weight of her hips against yours could still be felt. Your sleep was disrupted by it. It's been a week since you last texted or called her. You ignored her. You didn't know what to say, and you were terrified that she might tell you to forget about everything. How could you forget about her? Would Yelena tell everyone about what you shared? You weren't sure what her intentions were.
Your courage finally prevailed, and you left the house to attend the party. Outside the house, you searched for Yelena's yellow Ford Mustang. Where was it? It made you feel sick to your stomach. Did she not come? As the door opened, you were welcomed into the party even though you wanted to leave. Maybe she was avoiding you as much as you avoided her. The music increased as you walked down the endless corridor, ignoring your friend's moaning about your tardiness. Upon entering the vast living room of the family home, you were surrounded by familiar faces but not the one you were looking for. You were feeling fine until fiery eyes suddenly found you. You searched the room, hoping to find her.
Your eyes locked onto the green-eyed girl, Yelena. She had been looking at the ground, and once you entered, her eyes slowly flickered up to meet yours. If anyone looks, could kill, she was here, after all, but not alone. A brunette was sitting uncomfortably close for your liking, great. It took you too long to break eye contact with her. It was as if Yelena looked away; you'd vanish. An ivory leather dress with matching straps and white heels framed her skin-tight figure. Her arms were crisscrossed across her legs, one hand firmly holding a bottle of opened Captain Morgan. Her rings on each finger being exposed. Her wavy hair flowed down her shoulders; she was utterly gorgeous. Everybody in the room was looking at her, but only you had her attention. She was relieved the moment she saw you, her face was no longer as hard as it was before. She slowly lowered her eyes from you, you thought you had seen her half-smile, but you couldn't be sure.
You turned your back on her and entered the kitchen, rubbing your forehead furiously as you needed a drink to distract yourself from her. Swaying slightly as you helped yourself to a black cherry Whiteclaw beer, you listened to the soft music. As you carefully opened the can over the sink to avoid spillage, you nearly dropped it as your heart pounded when you saw a figure behind you in the reflection of the window.
