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Okay but these with nat and reader
Root, no offense… you’re hot. You’re good with a gun. Those are two qualities I greatly admire. But you and me together would be like a four alarm fire in an oil refinery.
Sounds cozy.
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do you still stan the crazy witch? lmao
Yes 🤩
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Im upset
(Mcu and x-men Crossover where wanda is the villian)
[to the avengers]: fuck you
[to the x-men]: fuck you
[to natasha]: fuck me
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Dropping by to say that i just watched MOM and that i hate Marvel. 🥲
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yelena belova colored eyeliner appreciation post
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Dropping bu to say that i Just finished e5 of hawkeye and that I've been crying (and sometimes laughing at the same time) basically the entire time.
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Basically the "Ghost of you" story pilot
wanda, talking about natasha: if my girlfriend dies, i’ma get this witchcraft shit popping. i’m getting my bitch back one way or another.
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Y'all should check this super talented person works, there's also a story where Wanda and Yelena meets after Natasha's death and it AMAZING
So I wrote a thing
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov
Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Summary:
Wanda has been in her cabin after the mess she created in Westview. She’s been practicing her new powers when she may or may not have accidentally brought someone back from the dead.
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Jesus christ i need a minute
Okay, hear me out… This Wanda with this Nat.
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Should i write it? Do someone wants me to?
Wandanat AU where they are both models ;)
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Idk since when everyone started loving the Florence Pugh x reader x harry styles relationship but HELL YEAH IM SO HYPED
#florence pugh x reader#florence pugh x fem!reader#florence pugh#harry styles x reader#harry styles#harry styles x reader x florence pugh
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Oh wait I think I’m looking at the profile pic wrong? Is that Yelena or is it wanda? They’ve both had scarlet in their name at some point lol 😅 if it’s wanda I apologize lol
Its Wanda actually.
I haven't read enough comics (although I read a few) to take a stand about Yelena and Natasha's relationship so i see them just the way the mcu showed them- sisters.
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Guys i bet you're going to love this as much as i do 😍
My Girl (Yelena Belova x Reader)
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
Paring: Yelena Belova x Reader
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.
“You shouldn’t be drinking you know, you’re a lightweight.” The smooth voice of Yelena interrupted your delayed reaction.
“Jesus Yelena!” You yelled; you didn’t even hear her come in. Maybe it was the music, but you were sure you would have heard her. Close behind you, she was holding her bottle to her delicate lips as she slowly sipped from it. She had always promised you heaven, but this was hell. It was easy to remember the taste of her lips the night she stole Natasha’s perfume.
“When are you going to stop avoiding me, huh?” Yelena pronounced as she slowly put her Captain Morgan down, leaning her back against the counter with her hands protectively resting across her chest. She wanted an answer. It felt like you couldn’t breathe when you looked at her.
“I’m not avoiding you!”
“You are avoiding me. You’re practically running away from. Do I have to remind you that I’ll easily catch you, huh?”
“I just um- I don’t why I came, this is just stupid.” As you sipped your drink, you grew flustered, attempting to move past her as she grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you back to her.
“I just want to talk, that’s all. Please just give me that.”
“Did you come with her?”
“What?”
“The brunette girl that was practically looking at you like a lost puppy.”
“Maya? Yeah. I came with her. Oh..Oh…Oh! Is that what this attitude is about?”
“What attitude?”
“You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous, Yelena.”
“You’re so jealous, that’s cute.”
“You can do whatever you want, I don’t care.”
“You won’t mind if I go kiss her then?”
“Shut up!”
“Make me. You’re being all big now, why don’t you make me shut up?” Yelena snapped at you as she stepped close to your figure. You shoved your back up against the sink, keeping distance between you both. She furrowed her eyebrows at you as she rested her hands on either side of you. She was trapping you. You leaned in, getting hit with the distinctive smell of amber floral accord, Natasha’s perfume that Yelena wore the night in your room.
“Yelena, we can’t.”
"What are you so afraid of?” With curious eyes, Yelena whispered as she slowly raised her hand. She stroked the bottom of your lip with her fingertips.
“I’m afraid that I’ve ruined this, I’ve ruined everything.” You didn’t know why you said it, maybe because you panicked. She looked disappointed as her face dropped and her lips parted.
“Is this the end?” Yelena’s voice was laced with uncertainty.
“It’s not ending, it never started.”
“Don’t say that.”
“What do you want me to say, Yelena? I’m lost for words with you. What will everyone say if they find out about us?”
“Who cares what anyone thinks.”
“What about Maya?”
As soon as a voice interrupted her, Yelena was unable to answer your question.
“Yelena?“ Maya called out as she entered the kitchen, causing the brunette girl to freeze on the spot when you both came into view. Your panic caused you to push Yelena away from you.
"Sorry, sorry. I’m so sorry. I - um. I better leave now.” Suddenly, a wave of guilt overcame you; you quickly passed Yelena, where you sipped your last can before throwing it away. You glanced at Maya and were astonished by her beauty. She looked like the gods themselves had sculpted her. There was no way to tell what Maya was to Yelena. You didn’t even want to think of that. You threw your can into the bin as you passed by, darting down the hallway and out of the house as you didn’t dare turn around. You were exiting the house in a rush as you tried to make your way home as quickly as possible. You didn’t get far until the house door opened and slammed in the distance. You heard the pitter-patter of feet again the concrete.
“Hey! Hey wait!” When Yelena called after you as you stopped, you were startled because you were not expecting her to do so. Turning around, you noticed that she held her heels in her hand as if she had taken them off to run faster after you.
“You don’t get to tell me to wait. You don’t get to tell me anything.”
“Don’t be like that-”
“I have… I’ve spent too many years on you, Yelena. Too many years wishing on you, wishing for us! Wishing for something! I loved you, god I loved you more than anything. Tonight said it all when you brought Ma-”
“I love you.”
“And then you brought Maya-”
“I love you.”
“Does she know that we slept together? Did you even bother to tell her?”
“I love you.”
“She’s gorgeous! Have you seen her! God. I can’t get over how beautiful she is. Wait… you-” You had been rambling out of anger and mostly sadness, your hands waving above your head as you spoke. Yelena put her hand over your lips, stopping you from speaking, and dropped her heels as she said to you. As she began to speak to you, she leaned in close and placed her nose against yours.
“I love you. Do you hear me? I love you. I’ve loved you since I was fifteen. Maya was my ride tonight, that’s all. I knew if you seen my car there was a chance you wouldn’t of came in. She gave me a ride over and she was only asking if we needed a ride home. Who cares what anyone thinks about us? Natasha might give you a teasing but we can handle her.” Yelena spoke softly with her green eyes studying yours; it was as if she was trying to read your mind on how you’d react to what she had just told you.
“This week without you has been hell. didn’t think I could ever miss someone as much as I’ve missed you. Nothing hurts more than being without your other half.” Yelena grumbled as she lowered her hand, allowing you to speak finally but instead, you held your breath. The girl you had loved for years for admitting that she loved you. There is nothing worse than not being loved by the person you loved, but when they love you back, it’s euphoric. She did not even have to ask you to be her girlfriend; she marked her territory with her firm words.
“What does this make us, Yelena?”
“You’re my girl. You are and always will be my girl. Moya Lyubov. Mine. Now lets go back to mine, I’m cold. I only dressed up for you”
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