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: During a party, you are pining after the beautiful Yelena Belova. You can't keep your eyes off her until an encounter forces you to do so. Yelena rallies to your defense and invites you to a game of Spin The Bottle with her.
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At the weekend, you found yourself at another party, not really wanting to be here but being dragged along nonetheless. When you didn't make yourself known, you merely observed what everyone else was doing. Your keen awareness of the little details that most people would have overlooked if they were too high or drunk kept. A guy complimented his girlfriend while his wandering eye admired every short mini-skirted girl around him. A girl who claimed everyone was her best friend but talked trash about them behind their backs. It's the same as always.
People never surprised you; they were predictable. Well, not everyone. The famous Yelena Belova, the blonde-haired girl with beautiful green eyes, had been the center of attention tonight. She was a larger than a life type of person. She was like a shrouded misery that everyone wanted to discover, even you. She was so unaware of your existent; she was sitting in an armchair twirling her strands of hair around her finger. Those who surrounded her listened intently, you couldn't hear what she was talking about over the music, but you couldn't take your eyes off her.
A brunette boy stood beside you, and your attention was diverted from the green-eyed girl. During his drunken state, he had trouble standing up properly, wobbling back and forth. He smiled widely at you as you awkwardly tried to return the smile. Before he broke the silence, he stared at you for far too long.
"You've been sitting here on your own all night." He asserted. Your gaze flicked to the armchair belonging to Yelena; she was gone. As you contemplated losing sight of her, you dreaded having to deal with this drunk boy.
"Have I?"
"You have."
"And..?"
"I was wondering if you want another drink. My names Nathan but the ladies call me Nate." He confirmed you wanted to gag. You wanted the world to swallow you up. Hopefully, it would.
"Oh no.. I'm okay, thank you." You held up your half-empty beer bottle for him to see. By now, it had become warm from being held that long. On social occasions, you would drink a little to fit in, but not much.
"You should have another one, it's a party. Don't be dry!" You shook your head at Nathan's insistence as you felt yourself become uneasy as he pressed on. He parted his lips as a voice interrupted the conversation.
"Didn't you hear her, Nate? She said no" The voice belonged to Yelena; she was standing behind your chair, which is why you hadn't noticed. Her hands were resting on the back of your chair, staring at the boy whose eyes cautiously met hers.
