MODERN AU

SUMMARY: It's babes birthday!

WARNINGS: cursing, suggestive comments, romantic name calling, implied sexual content, make outs, minor self deprecating talk and angst.

DYNAMIC: Established relationship

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You walked into the living room of yours and Yelena's shared apartment, typing into the notes app on your phone.

You glanced up, seeing your girlfriend sitting on the couch reading a book.

"Hey, what do you wanna do for your birthday?" You asked.

The blonde looked up, turning her head towards you, and shrugged.

"No clue, I don't really celebrate my birthday that much."

You went over and sat next to her, running your fingers over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I know, but there's a surprise I have planned."

Yelena rose an eyebrow, smiling mischievously.

"Birthday sex on the balcony?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, and if you keep asking, you'll get no sex at all."

She threw her arms up in the air dramatically.

"Oh, come on! Just one time! And then we never have to do it again!"

You shook your head.

"No."

She pouted childishly, falling into the back of the couch with her arms folded.

You smiled to yourself at her attitude.

"Baby." You chuckled.

She gave you a half-hearted glare.

"You don't get to give me pet names."

"No, I'm calling you a baby."

She shoved your shoulder, giving you the finger.

You let out a laugh, putting your legs on the couch and sitting on them, leaning your upper body towards the blonde.

"Awww, babe, don't be like that. You know I'm joking." You said, laughing slightly.

She rolled her eyes dramatically, letting her head fall to rest on your chest.

It was silent for a few minutes with you just petting her short, cropped hair, before she spoke.

"Can we just do dinner for my birthday or something? No presents, no parents or friends, just us?"

You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, rubbing your hand up and down her bicep.

"Sure. You wanna have dinner here?"

She let out a laugh.

"What? And let you in the kitchen? Hell no, we're going out."

You flicked her nose, making her push you away.

"Bitch." She said with a teasing smile.

You leaned closer to her face, noses and lips inches apart.

"Cunt."

Yelena swooned, grabbing the back of your head and gripping your hair in her fingers softly, giving the locks a slight tug.

"Damn, I love it when you think you can dominate me." She said, a deep laugh falling put of her chest.

You pressed your lips to hers, causing her to let out a surprised noise, before she practically melted into you, a quiet moan vibrating in her throat as she closed her eyes.

 Your arms wrapped around her neck, your fingers running over her slightly grown out undercut, before entangling themselves in her blonde hair.

Her own hand moved from your hair to your hips, the other cradling your face with her thumb brushing against your cheekbone.

She soon found out that you had sat yourself on her lap, with her lower back pressed against the arm of the couch.

You pulled away from the kiss with a few soft pants, your fingers ghosting over the woman's face.

You smiled at her, your eyes filled with nothing but love.

"You're pretty." You said to her.

Yelena's cheeks and ears flushed a soft pink, before she hid her face in your chest.

"Stop, you know I can't take compliments." She whined.

You let out a soft 'aw' at her now she behavior.

"You want to go to the bedroom so I can tell you over and over how pretty you are?"

She hesitated before nodding softly and taking her face out of your boobs.

"I'm power bottoming, though." She said.

You shrugged, "fine by me."

~~~

You leaned on the doorway of the bathroom as Yelena put makeup over the dark marks on her chest and collar bone, a concentrated look on her pale face.

You snickered at her, crossing your arms over your breasts, which were only covered by a sports bra.

"You know you don't gotta cover them up, right? I doubt your wearing anything that'll show your cleavage."

She turned her head to look at you, a passive look on her face.

"Actually, I am wearing something that shows boob, smart ass"

You chuckled to yourself, "you wanna talk about ass? Try sitting down tonight, see where that gets you."

Her face turned a bright red before she shoved you out of the bathroom.

"Get dressed, bitch." She said before closing the door.

You let out a laugh before digging through your drawers to find something to wear.

"Hey," Yelena called from the bathroom. "Where are we eating, anyway?"

"No idea! You choose, it's your birthday!"

"Can we do Italian? I'm fucking craving fettuccine right now!"

"Sure!"

"Thanks!"

You took out a dark blue bottom down shirt, a pair of black suspenders, dress pants that you wore to your grandmother's funeral once, and your pair of combat boots you kept in the closet.

After a few minutes, Yelena walked out of the bathroom with a low collar white tank top, ripped black skinny jeans, a black leather jacket covered with various pins she had collected over the years, and she was also wearing a pair of her own combat boots, except hers stopped at the middle of her shins, whereas your stopped just over your ankles.

"Where did you even find the time to grab clothes?" You asked.

"I pulled them outta my ass." She said sarcastically as she started putting back in her gauge earrings.

You sat at the end of your shared bed, man spreading as you watched her mess with her ear lobes.

She side eyed you, pursing her lips.

"I grabbed them while you were still recovering from cumming five times in a row. Happy?" 

You shrugged, standing up and grabbing your phone and car keys, tossing the keys to Yelena.

You headed for the front door of the apartment, smacking her ass on the way out with a smirk on your face.

She gave you a small glare out of the corner of her eye while you threw your arms up in a shrug.

"Hey, don't wear tight pants that make your ass look great and I won't smack it."

She followed after you, hands in the pocket of her jacket.

"You smack it anyway. You smacked it just 30 minutes ago, multiple times when we were fucking."

"You have a nice ass."

The blonde grinned to herself before pinching your hip lightly as you both got to the car.

You flipped her off as you got in the passenger seat.

"Just for that, I'm gonna blast the Encanto soundtrack to spite you."

She laughed, putting the keys in the ignition.

"Jokes on you, I rather enjoyed Encanto."

~~~

Dinner wasn't all that exciting if you were being honest, except when Yelena almost fought an old woman -who already looked like she could die just from a cough- because she called you both sinners for being together.

Other than that, though, everything went pretty smoothly. Now, you both were in the car with Yelena in the passenger seat this time because she might've had three too many beers.

You knew she wasn't gonna have a hangover or anything like that, but you still didn't trust her driving.

It was silent all the way home, with your girlfriend trying not to doze off every few minutes.

"So," you started. "How's it feel to be 24 and a year closer to being 30?"

She let out a slight slurred scoff. "Fuck off, I'm not old. Don't wanna think about that, cause then I might have a breakdown."

You let out a soft laugh, reaching a hand over and running it up and down her thigh comfortingly as you stopped at a red light.

"Don't worry, babes. Even when you're old and grey I'll still love you."

A low groan emitted from the back of her throat as she leaned back in her seat.

"Bold of you to assume you're still gonna want to be with me that long." She said bitterly.

You looked over at her, a concerned look on your face as the light switches from red to green.

You pressed lightly on the gas pedal and drove again, switching between looking at her and the road.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

She let out a dry laugh, her eyes closed.

"It's obvious, isn't it? You aren't gonna want to be with me forever. You'll find someone better than me at some point, forget me, and move on with your life."

You narrowed your eyes at her, pulling the car over on the side of the road and slamming on the breaks.

Her body lurched forward as her eyes grew wide, her head snapping to look at you, an annoyed look on her face.

"What the hell was that?"

"Why would I ever leave you? What the fuck makes you think that?"

The blonde slumped back into her seat, her lips sealed tight.

"Yelena, talk to me. What makes you think I'd ever leave you?"

She turned away from you, hiding the bottom half of her face in her jacket, the lesbian flag pinned on her collar digging into her pointer finger.

She took a shuddering breath before speaking.

"It's just... It's always the same. My family, friends, Pieck... They all left me one way or the other. I'm just scared that you are, too."

You unbuckled your seatbelt, leaning towards her and wrapping your arms around her shoulders in a hug.

"I swear to everything that I will never leave you. Ever. So get that shit thought out of your head, ok? I'm not them, I never will be."

Her arms wrapped around our waist, her face smushing into your neck.

You soon felt a warm, wet feeling on your shoulder, making you hug her tighter a s she silently cried into you.

"Shhh." You said softly, scratching up and down the small of her back.

After a few silent moments of you just hugging her, you slowly allowed yourself to pull away.

You glanced towards the center console in the car and pursed your lips in thought.

'Fuck it.' you thought. 'nows as good of a time as any.'

"I was gonna wait to do this until later tonight, but I guess I can do this now." You said, opening the console and pulling out a small, black box.

Yelena stiffened at the sight of the box. 'is she really...'
You turned the box towards you and opened it, pulling out a simple silver ring with a single black dahlia jewel in the center.

"I didn't want to do the traditional diamond ring tactic, I'm built different, so I had this personally made by some jewelry maker in Venice. It was expensive as fuck, but it's worth it." You held it out to her, placing it gently in her palm.

"I know it's not the a typical 'get down on one knee and cry' proposal, and I really don't have some big speech about how much I love you, and how you're my everything planned. I know you know that, I tell you every day, but I hope you get my point."

Tears began gathering in Yelena's eyes again, except they weren't sad this time.

She wiped at her eyes with her free hand, clutching the ring in her other.

"Shit, you can't just do this stuff and expect me not to cry, you bitch." She said, tearfully.

You grinned wide at her, taking the ring out of her hand and slipping it onto her left hand finger

"So...?" You said slowly.

She nodded frantically, still wiping her eyes and smudging her eyeliner across her cheeks.

"Yes, fuck yes I'll fucking marry you."

You smiled even wider, grabbing her by the face and kissing her directly on the lips.

It wasn't sexual or explicit, just one full of love and admiration.

Her hand reached up and gripped your shoulder tightly, tugging on your shirt.

After what felt like forever, but was actually a few minutes, you both pulled away panting but with warm faces and smiles.

"Y'know," Yelena started. "I always thought I'd be the one proposing to you." She said with a laugh.

You caressed the sides of her lovingly, giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Oh how the turn tables." You couldn't stop smiling, and it was starting to hurt your cheeks, but you didn't do anything to ruin this moment.

She hummed softly, pressing her forehead to yours.

"Can we go home now? I think people are starting to wonder why we've been pulled over for so long."

You laughed again, pressing a kiss to her cheek bone before getting back into your seat and buckling up.

You pulled back into traffic with one hand on the wheel and the other intertwined with Yelena's left hand between the two of you.

You thumb rubbed over her knuckles absentmindedly, brushing against the cold of the ring every once in a while.

"Gotta say, this is officially my favorite birthday ever." She said with a smile, looking out into the road at the passing cars and buildings with large neon signs.

She turned to you, still smiling. 

"Love you." She said, bringing your hand up to her lips and pressing a kiss against it.

"Love you, too." You said calmly.

She tilted her head to the side, the same mischievous grin from earlier appearing on her face once again.

"Does this mean that as my fiancé we can have sex on the balcony?"

You groaned out loud.

"No!"

OG readers will know just how long I've been reading a proposal with these two idiots, and it's it's finally happened. Well, in the modern AU atleast. I'll save the canon world proposal for later, maybe towards the end of the book, as well as a wedding.

This does mean that from now on, unless stated directly, Y/N and Yelena will be finance's from here on out in the modern AU's.

Word Count: 2,364