The Game is my Passion

Yelena Belova aka Black Widow Friend and Rival to Natasha. 616 based, OC friendly

[yelenabeloved]

Yelenabeloved is now @rightfulwidow

[yelenabeloved]

Yelenabeloved is now @rightfulwidow

[yelenabeloved]

Yelenabeloved is now @rightfulwidow

[yelenabeloved]

Yelenabeloved is now @rightfulwidow

[yelenabeloved]

Yelenabeloved is now @rightfulwidow

[sharcncarter]

y'all stay praising the russos while they pull shit like this

[edhelarchive-deactivated2021072]

im not passive-aggressive. im just aggressive. i dont even know what passive means. ill fucking kill you

[yelenabeloved]

mafiiamade:

    surprising? he couldn’t have been more surprised. never in a million years had tony thought he would find love again. not after his ex wife. he had cursed himself to a life of loneliness that at the time he was okay with. until he met her, yelena was his saving grace. his other half. his rock. with her he wanted nothing but to be with her and be next to her like she was the only other person in the world. 

    ❝ i have a pretty decent idea on how lucky i am. ❞ his hands running up and down her back. that normal hard exterior had dissipated, and he couldn’t help but smile at her. be vulnerable around her. he had absolutely no regrets being with her, falling for her. for once he let it happen instead of denying himself happiness. ❝ you know how beautiful you look tonight, amore? ❞

Her fingers found his beard, nails lightly dragging towards his chin. “Am I?” she asked, her tone teasing and light. Yelena knew what she looked like, every bit of her had been crafted to become essentially a black widow. Beauty and brutality, and she knew that he loved her for that, and maybe that he loved her more for the delicate side of her. She knew she loved him for that.

“Only you know me Tony, all of me,” she said. She tilted her head and pressed her forehead to his. “I’m happy we met. I felt like stone until you touched me,” she nearly whispered. She could have died in the moment and been content. This was what made all of the horrible and fucked up shit that had happened in her life feel important. Not to confuse contentment with complacency. Their plans were important, for more than either of them, for the world, she knew it was right. Men like Nicci and Dima had no business with power. They didn’t care what collateral damage they caused. And they were the only ones who could grasp that power, make it mean more than a vicious and violent dick measuring contest. No matter what cost that came at.

[yelenabeloved]

mafiiamade:

     he had understood where she was coming from, but it didn’t mean tony thought it was fair. he knew she didn’t understand how things with his family worked, hell he barely understood it. but things between him and nicci had always been tense if not threatening. ❝ me pulling a knife out on my cousin is not going to make a single difference in all of this.. on top of that he was in my restaurant, disrespecting me in front of my men. if i honestly wanted to i could have slit his throat right then and there but i didn’t. ❞ his voice keeping calm, ❝ don’t call me stupid when i know exactly what i am doing. fear and intimidation is a huge factor in this, yelena. and he fears me more than he knows. ❞

“I’m sorry,” she repeated with a sigh. “I didn’t mean it. I was mouthing off,” her eyes fell to the broken glass. “More than mouthed off but my father would have three bullets put in anyone who threatened him and,” she looked back up to him, admitting she cared for anyone was hard for her people died, and in their life, more often than not a bullet was considered a merciful death. “I don’t want that for you. I don’t know where I’d be if you ended up painting a wall.” It was more than she’d felt for anyone in longer than she could remember. She’d become the stone cold monster her father wanted her to be for a while, and when she’d gotten her freedom she’d resented him for it. She was broken and he made her that way. But she couldn’t be that way now, not with Tony. She didn’t know how to be cold to him, and she loved and hate and loved him more for it. “I’m just scared.”

[yelenabeloved]

khakeravdova:

The promise of mutually assured destruction is enough to at least lower the gun. She has other weapons on her, is a weapon herself, but would rather not get into a fight that would alarm the neighbors. It would be irritating to have to set up a new cover so quickly.

“I prefer coffee to liquor.” 

While it took a significant amount for it to affect her, she hated the feeling of being intoxicated. It felt too much like being poisoned, her defenses weakened and reaction time slowed. It felt dangerous. A risk she did not want to take. 

Faina holstered the gun – another advantage of the oversized clothing she wore. It hid her frame, and tended to divert attention away. She looked like any of the other myriad college students in the area, too tired and overworked to dress properly. 

“Coffee then,” she said, her shoulder raising in a shrug. She looked over the girl for a moment and felt a small amount of pride towards how well she’d done. How quick she was, how careful and crafted her look, her home, her life was. She was almost perfect. “You’re better than good, you know that?” she asked not wanting answer. “You did good, Faina. I know you don’t need me to say that, but, maybe I need to say it. You found freedom little bird.”

She smiled a bit brighter and nudged her head towards the door, “Let’s go grab that coffee, hmm?” she knew that she would follow, and turned to saunter towards the front door, she wondered if the girl wanted to see her. For Yelena, there was some comfort with the shared history. It was why she and Delila had become so close. She’d understood how fucked up she really was and why. Maybe she could be that for Faina. Maybe she could help her adjust, emotionally. She was obviously much better off as far as how she’d taken to the US.

[tctaldarkarchive-deactivated201]

// honestly though. do not trust people who do not rp with female muses. do not trust people who throw constant shade at female muses. do not trust people who degrade female muses. do not trust people who put female characters on a lower level just so that they can bring up a male character. 

       do not trust people who are shitty about female muses.

[chickennchipsahoy-blog]

“do you ONLY care about your ocs?”

no i also care about my friends’ ocs too

[aguydrawsgames]

If we’re friends you better believe I want to hear everything about your lil goblins

[niklausroyals]

[yelenabeloved]

khakeravdova:

A flash of frustration ripples through her, frustration toward inward that she had overlooked such a small detail. Yet, that small detail was enough that it had given her away. She cannot yet be relieved, has no reason to trust the woman in front of her. The enemy of her enemy was not necessarily her friend.

Her hand remained steady, finger resting on the trigger. “Parents,” she echoed, the implication being that they were sisters. The blood of the battlefield is thicker than the water of the womb–most people did not realize the idiom means that the shared shedding of blood meant more than genetics. 

Still, she does not allow herself to think of that. There are still girls in Red Room, no more her sisters than Belova in front of her. They would all kill each other in an instant if it meant survival.  It unnerved her that Belova even knew that she was out. Granted, her escape had not been the cleanest – the dead bodies of two handlers left in public. Still, she had covered her tracks. 

               “Who else knows where I am?”

“Here?” she asked, a shake of her head. “No one. If you’re going to shoot me, do it. I’ve never been patient. Romanov know you’re alive, a girl from the Red Room. But I have a weird feeling that whatever mental list she’s got you on is more for your own safety than hers. She’s like a mother, a cruel mother, but a mother none the less.” Yelena looked over the room as she spoke of Natalia, it always made her feel anxious, like she would appear.

“Who else would care about a bunch of orphans?” she asked, looking over to the young woman, she was so young when Yela saw her last that she barely out of the pigtailed braids they’d all had forced on them as children. Order. “I wouldn’t compromise you, couldn’t without compromising myself. Red Room still thinks I’m in Cuba. I needed... a transition, this country is frightening.” She looked back to Faina now. 

“You old enough to drink now?” Not that Yela cared honestly. “I owe you one, hmm?”

[yelenabeloved]

khakeravdova:

Leaving Red Room had been borne out of necessity, rather than choice. Well, there was some choice – live or die. She had not made any plan, not the way Yelena had. Out in the field, on that mission, she had every intention to return – just like every other mission. Until something went wrong, until she was compromised and forced to leave without her objective fulfilled. Her handlers had not taken to it kindly and what happened next remained a fog in her mind, a blur that ended in blood on her hands and the knowledge that she would be killed if Red Room ever found her again.

The change was wild and chaotic and nothing that Faina knew how to handle—girls like her were made to infiltrate the world, not to live in it. Solid truths that she had understood proved false time and again, It made her unsure, uncertain – dangerous things in a life built on intelligence, in a world where knowing everything was of paramount importance. Not knowing who or what to trust she had decided if she was not Red Room’s she would be no one’s. The hacker had fought to establish herself on her own, find her own jobs, get her own source of stability. If she could not depend on anyone, she would depend on herself. There were those who seemed inclined to help her, but she knew she could not rely on it, that it could be taken away at any time.

How could it not?

Faina had been awake, as always, when she caught the flicker of activity in the hallway. She paused in the middle of her work, reaching for the makarov pistol she kept under her mattress, taking aim towards the doorway from her loft bed, waiting for the intruder to make themselves seen.

“Belova?” she asked, somewhat surprised, but not fully. It would take someone skilled to get past the security she had established. 

                   “What do you want?”

“You should buy a better gun,” she said, the corner of pale Widow’s lips turning into a smile. “Makarov’s have a tendancy to Jam, what if I had been one of our ‘parents’?” she asked as she stepped in, now without hesitance. She wasn’t going to shoot, or many she would, but there was no need to mask herself now. “I wanted to see you,” she said, her hands making their way to her hips. Any of the timid, uncertain, repressed Widow of the Red Room seemed to have been left in Russia, something Yelena was rather grateful for.

She looked over Faina, her hand was steady, a necessity. Her eyes still sharp, maybe she had been a lucky one or maybe it was that her damage had also been left somewhere far away.

“I thought.. everyone else I knew is dead, almost. And you are very good at being very hard to find. I’m certain finding you was mostly of Luck, following you was mostly guess work, and the only reason I knew which apartment... you don’t have a welcome mat. People, they get welcome mats. They want others to see them. You wanted to be invisible. To anyone else, you might have been.”

[bookswithlisa-deactivated202407]

So. Tell me, little wolf. Would you like to punish those who have wronged you?

Marie Lu, The Young Elites (via bellicaptivus)

[yelenabeloved]

@fearofmercy​ :

He almost compulsively tried to defend himself, but knew all too well that it was both unnecessary and a bad idea. She didn’t need to deal with another emotional outburst, and he didn’t think he’d be able to handle it; it’d only been two months since they’d left the nuthouse hospital, he really didn’t want to return, let alone so soon.

“I won’t.” Not that it had been intentional. “I would always come back for you, Lena. I would rather die.” Which wasn’t an exaggeration, unfortunately. “But…let’s watch something, yes? Forget about it. As much as we’re able to, at least.”

Yelena nodded to his suggestion and sat them on the couch, at least it wasn’t broken. She grabbed the remote before wrapping his arms around her in a way that felt secure. She knew they should have talked about it more, that they should be planning on how he can best control his temper, and she hers. “I’m going to just put on a show, it can play until we’re ready for bed.”

She clicked on the first non-threatening thing she found, Hawaii 5-0 it was. At least it wasn’t going to given either of them flashbacks. She rested her head on his should, and did her best to mask any moments of unease she had. It wasn’t him. It was herself. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. How long could she play nice before she pressed to hard, did something stupid, or started a fight. She needed to be better, for his sake.