#macqueeroni25

cover and page 1 of a little heist comic for @plastic-pipes

Nearing the anniversary of her sister's death, Yelena Belova is still struggling with grief. Her best friend Kate, worried about Yelena, proposes they take the cross-country road trip Natasha planned to take Yelena on as a graduation trip. Reluctant at first, the trip ends up being exactly what Yelena needs to start healing from her pain. playlist link: SPOTIFY

Happy National Mac & Cheese Day to @xkatebishop

hawkeye, thunderbolts - yelena belova/kate bishop, M, 1/3

"You're illegal," Valentina says, blunt, impatient, annoyed. "Undocumented," Mel corrects hastily. "And?" Yelena raises an eyebrow. "Would you like one of my many entirely legitimate American passports?" She folds her arms lazily over her chest. "The world knows your real name now." Valentina folds her hands primly in her lap. "Your passports won't help you. You need another way to legitimize yourself. This is the fastest way."

or: The One Where Yelena Needs a Green Card

Fandoms: Thunderbolts*, Hawkeye

Relationships: Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop

For: @tinykippen

Mac n Cheese Day Works on Tumblr and AO3.

5 times Kate gets in Yelena's way and 1 time she █████████████████████████████████? ... a 5+1 fic!

1.

The vibration of a bass thrums through her body as she navigates between a cluster of people, thinning her way through the press of skin and sweat, a crowd in free-fall.

Around her, people move to the heavy dance beat, some fluid and the rest too lost in the moment to care. Couples and strangers, hands on skin and lips on lips. It’s the kind of crowd that Yelena might like to sink into for a moment, an anonymous dream, no reason to try to be someone or not be someone.

But she’s not here for that. Not tonight. No, tonight she is here as a favor, something owed, nothing more. She doesn't do this type of job anymore. Not really.

It's still easy, though, to fall back into old patterns like she was bred for it,

– (was she?) –

still easy to navigate this crowd with grace, to melt into the background and become an unassuming, passing face – even if that face is one Valentina insists on putting on a cereal box.

pairing: Yelena/Kate (Hawkeye)

rating: M

word count: 17,236

summary: 

"I thought — actually, it was Laura who thought, but — uh, we thought that you should know that the reason you guys got the slot that freed up was because another band put your name forward. Well, specifically, one member of a band, who is apparently owed a favor by Valentina Allegra de Fontaine — she’s the head of O.X.E; they’ve run the festival for the past few years — so, as you can imagine, she's not a person who cashes out on favors very often, but — " “Okay,” Kate cuts in, a strange reversal of their typical dynamic. “Jeez, Clint, spit it out already.” Clint’s mouth pinches in a way that only ever happens on rare occasion, and only when he’s experiencing genuine discomfort. “It was Yelena,” he says simply, leaving the rest unsaid. And when it comes to Yelena, this leaves a lot unsaid.

notes: Happy National Mac and Cheese Day! Some friends and I decided to do a fanwork exchange to celebrate and this is my contribution, for the incomparable @fiddleabout! You'll be able to find all the works made for this event on Tumblr and AO3, so be sure to check them all out. :) Also many, many thanks to @corvophobia for the amazinggg art she drew for this fic, tucked away in chapter two.

link: AO3

Fandoms: Thunderbolts*, Hawkeye

Relationships: Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop

For: @critter-of-habit

Mac n Cheese Day Works on Tumblr and AO3.

a post thunderbolts, our teams are in a bitter rivalry but we're kind of in love and quietly have been together for months race to see who slips up first secret dating au

“I’m not crazy though, right? Like O.X.E Group…Oscorp! They sound so similar! I can't be the only one who gets them confused.”

Kate can't help it that this is the first thing she thought of when she woke up. Well not the first thing, the first thing was Yelena’s hand on her lower back tracing various shapes, but this thought was a very close second.

Still, when she’s met with silence, Kate rolls over onto her back and turns her head to see Yelena watching her. Yelena, with her hair a little mussed up and her eyes blinking slowly, is just grinning at her. “What?”

“You are so weird.”

Kate huffs, “I’m weird? You broke into a corner market last night because they’re the only ones who carry that sauce you like.”

“I left money on the counter for it.” Yelena sends back with a touch of indignance in her voice. “Besides, Miguel likes me, he’ll know it was me and he’ll smile when he sees the money.”

“Uh huh, only you would make friends with someone you steal from.”

Yelena shifts then, bringing their faces even closer together. Under the covers, she puts her hand on Kate’s hip and squeezes just a little. “It is not stealing. I do not steal.”

Kate raises a brow, a tiny smirk threatening to escape. “Wasn’t your whole thing before The New Avengers that you were stealing for your weirdly hot boss lady.”

“She is not my boss.” Yelena cringes. “If anything, I am her boss now.”

“My point still stands.”

There’s no response just yet, Yelena simply eyeing her, as she does so often. Each time, Kate just lets her. She will never not enjoy the way Yelena studies her - watches her like she might be able to read Kate’s mind if she tries hard enough. “Let us go back to your previous question, about the O.X.E and Oscorp of it all.”

It’s a deflection, but dammit it works. “It’s just weird! Who names their company with the letter O? Then two extremely shady companies do it and we’re not supposed to think they’re in collusion with each other?”

Yelena hums, the hand on Kate’s hip lifting just enough that her fingers brush along the skin - making Kate shiver. “Well you certainly were a fan of the letter O last night, after I gave you not one but two org-”

“Okay, that’s - we’re good, you don’t…don’t finish that sentence because we have to get up soon and if you do I won’t be able to not…”

“Fuck me like you did last night?”

“Yelena!”