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: This is Yelena's POV from IV. My Girl, requested by Anon. 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: 1,529
Paring: Yelena Belova x Reader
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The following morning, Yelena awoke with empty arms. No longer were you tucked in them, safe. At dawn, you left Yelena behind, leaving her exhausted. Grumbling, she thought you had further from her. It was a sudden discovery when she touched your side and found it cold and empty. As you fled the scene, you didn't want to remember the night before. It was as if you tried to lie in obscurity about what had transpired. Yelena, not so much. All she could think of was you.
The thought of you haunted her mind. She tipped her head back against her pillow, staring at her ceiling with thoughts running through her head. What were you doing? Did you get home safe? When did you leave? Did you regret last night? She didn't.
All these things would prevent her from sleeping during the week. She quickly retrieved her phone, expecting your usual "Good morning" text message. In her notifications, there was no mention of you. She opened Messenger and saw that you had been active for one hour.
Having paused due to the vacant chat, she began typing and deleting furiously to rephrase "Morning!".", "Good Morning!", "Good Morrow!", "Are you okay?", "Do you want to talk about last night?", "Did you sleep okay?", "Why'd you just leave?" She deleted it. What she should say or even how she should phrase it was beyond her comprehension. After taking a deep breath, she texted
"Hey." The message was delivered as she watched as your status flickered online before quickly changing to offline. As a sense of dread gripped her, the bottom of her lip quivered. She felt butterflies fill her stomach, but they didn't make her stomach flutter. They hurt.
As her throat tightened at the thought of losing the person she had been so desperately in love with, she felt surrounded by anxiety. In her imagination, she pictured a morning with you by her side, telling her how much she had loved you from the age of fifteen. She didn't get that. Despite her best efforts, she could not control everything that occurred in your life. Especially not you.
Could it have been a mistake? She would call you, and she would confront you about why you left. It was important to her that she knew you were okay. Was it too soon to ask? Too soon to call? Grumbling loudly, she slowly got out of bed and looked around by tracing the room with her green eyes.
There was anything to suggest you were here; she was searching for evidence of your presence. Suddenly, something caught her eye. On the side of your bed where you had slept, she discovered your brown leather bracelet, which had a distinct knot design on it. In an instant, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, wanting to have something physically related to you.
