I Gotta Wonder If All These 18yo Keyboard Warriors Like Yelena Or Just Like To Argue And Be Petty.

Yelena: Oh hey, Kate Bishop… What are you doing here?

Kate: On the contrary, what are you doing here? This is my house, after all.

pilot girlfriends trying to shoot each other down

Friendly Reminder that Louisa May Alcott and Emily Dickinson shared a generation, and a coast.

[I don't ship Yelena and Kate romantically, but I very much ship this version of Amy March and this version of Emily Dickinson, don't crucify me, pls.]

I've been wanting to make a Bishova fic with a daughter for a while, it's still in progress, but I'll leave you with a preview🫣

(By the way, that manip was one of the first I made for the fandom)

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Date no. 1 went like

Date no. 2 went like

Date no. 3′s gonna be like

It's them 🏹⏳

Archer and the Assassin 5

Note: The header image is a photo capture of a gif edit by @seaquell . The gift edit is beautiful and can be seen above on my blog.

This is the first chapter or fic where I have entered into the romantic shipping of these two characters. I may continue in this vein, but for now, this idea worked out pretty good. I hope you enjoy it.  

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Two Times Yelena came to Kate’s bed and one time she didn’t.

It had been about a month since Yelena decided to stay with Kate. It had never been discussed. Kate had never given her a key. The blonde spy had never needed one. Yelena would simply let herself in after whatever job she would go off to do. She would crash on the futon when she returned; most of those first nights without any covers and still in her tactical gear. Sometimes, either she or Kate would make dinner, something simple. But most of the time they were on their own. They were friends, after all, not a couple.

Yelena didn’t complain, but there was something in her ‘my business is not yours’ and ‘for your own safety’ comments that gave Kate the impression that the blonde assassin didn’t care for her new bosses. Of course, it was possible she was being protective which made Kate smile wistfully.

When Kate had gone to bed that evening, Yelena had not yet returned. She waited for a while, scrolling her Instagram, which was nothing more than news items and celebrity postings. It was a sobering and sad moment for her, realizing she had no friends, or acquaintances for that matter. She drifted off to thinking of the Bartons and their nice nuclear family.

The brunette stirred awake when she felt movement in the bed. Someone or something had touched her leg. She sat up straight in shock and though to room was dark, she notice the blonde hair and lovely, oddly peaceful, face of her friend Yelena.  

The blonde was dead asleep and had apparently gotten into the bed silently and simply gone to sleep. Kate laid back down as quietly as possible, resting her head on the pillow facing Yelena. Her friend was beautiful. Was it creepy to watch her sleep? After all, they weren’t a couple. She imagined the assassin knowing she was watching her sleep and pretending to be asleep just the scare the crap out of her at any moment. But, she didn’t. Kate also marveled at forwardness of Yelena getting into her bed. Did the woman even consider that Kate might not have wanted it? Or, did she think, or already know, that Kate had fantasized about it many times?

From where her head lay, Kate could see that Yelena was still wearing her tactical suit, at least the under armour long sleeve that zipped up to her neck. Without removing any covers, Kate lightly touched her friend’s leg with a big toe. Yes, she was still wearing her spy pants for lack of a better term. Kate thought it could not be comfortable to sleep in those clothes. She thought they might be too hot, too itchy with sweat. She could how sweat had dried in her hair, at the temples and scalp. Yelena Belova was in her bed. The mysterious woman had literally broken into her life, first making herself at home in her apartment, now making herself at home in her bed. Was Kate such a pushover or did it go deeper than that.

“Do not overthink, Kate Bishop,” Yelena said through a yawn. “It will keep us both awake. Do you want me to go to futon?”

“No,” Kate replied, easily. “You’re fine.”

“Okay. Good night.”

 *****

Seguir leyendo

Yelena: I was born female

Yelena: I identify as female

Yelena: but according to that box of mac and cheese I ate last night, I also identify as a family of four

Kate: ...

Exchanged kisses <3

Some rushed mushy wolfwren art cause y'all deserve them being cheesy and soft and not going at each other throats all the time (even though we can all admit is the angst we want obviously))