MODERN AU

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend is a piece of shit, and your stoner best friend shows you that she can be better.

WARNINGS: Stoner! Yelena because why the hell not? She'd be sexy smoking weed, mutual pining, cursing, suggestive comments, making out, alcohol and drugs, girlfriends who smoke weed together die together, author got the idea for this after thinking about weed.

DYNAMIC: Friends to lovers

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You watched in boredom and irritation from your place at the bar as your boyfriend let another girl in a short skimpy dress grind on him. You couldn't even be mad at this point, he did this constantly that you'd be surprised if he didn't.

letting out a scoff, you turned back around in your seat and dug around in your backpack, pulling out your wallet and taking out $40, slapping it on the counter next to your empty pint of beer, then jumped off the bar stool.

You made your way to the front door through the crowd of people, through loud electronic music blaring in your ears and multi colored flashing lights that made your retinas burn. 

 A rough hand gripping your shoulder made you jerk back, twisting around and coming face to face with the irritated eyes of your boyfriend.

"Where are you going?"

You ripped your shoulder out of his grip and sneered.

"I'm going home. Clearly I'm not wanted here enough for you to care. Besides, shouldn't you being going back to your new girlfriend? Seems you'd rather much have her on you than me."

He rolled his eyes. 

"You're so dramatic, and you wonder why we don't fuck anymore. You're fucking crazy."

You narrowed your eyes at him then turned away. You were used to his insults by now, his verbal abuse wasn't anything you weren't accustomed to. You were still wondering why you hadn't broken up with him yet.

Without answering him, you headed to the door again and left the night club.

Standing outside the door while leaning on the wall, you pulled out your phone and ordered an Uber, not trusting yourself enough to drive home when you had drank two full pints of beer and atleast three shots of tequila.

At the moment, you were only slightly buzzed. Which was good, as it meant that you wouldn't have a hangover the following morning, but bad because you were still technically under the influence of alcohol and couldn't drive.

As you waited for your Uber to show up, you looked through your contacts list and clicked on one.

You:
-Hey, are you awake?

Yelena:
-Yeah what's up?

You:
-I need a place to crash tonight, don't wanna go home, can I sleep on your couch or something?

Yelena:
-Sure, come on over.

Putting your phone away, you saw your Uber pull up and got in the back seat, giving the driver Yelena's address.

The ride was quiet, neither you or the driver bothering to talk to eachother, and suddenly you were parked Infront of your friends apartment complex.

You thanked the driver as you got out, taking your bag with you as you approached the flight of stairs leading to her door.

Once you got there, you gave three firm knocks and waited for her to answer.

​​​​​​Soon, you heard the sound of her door unlocking and watched as it opened, coughing as the smell of marijuana and cherries hit your nose.

You covered your mouth and nose as you glared up at Yelena, who's eyes were rimmed red and glazed.

"Dude, are you fucking high?" You asked, although your voice was muffled.

Yelena gave you a lopsided grin, exposing her teeth.

"Bro, I'm fuckin' baked right now."

You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you snatched the vape she was holding out of her hands, taking a hit of the cherry flavored nicotine and handing it back to her as you made your way inside her apartment.

"What are you doing getting high at almost 1:00 in the morning?" You questioned as you put your backpack on the couch, falling back onto the cushions beside it.

Yelena shrugged, taking a hit of her vape and holding the smoke in her mouth before blowing it out her nose and stuffing her hands in the pockets of her light gray hoodie.

"Hey, it's happy hour somewhere, right?"

You huffed out a laugh as Yelena came up next to you on the couch, moving your bag to the ground and sitting down with her legs spread.

"Happy hour is for drinking, Lena."

The blonde grinned, motioning to her coffee table where a half empty bottle of whiskey sat.

"Already working on that."

You smiled and brought your legs up onto the couch, already having kicked off your shoes when you came into the apartment, and hugged your knees to your chest.

Yelena reached to the coffee table and grabbed a half burned joint out of the ash tray and offered it to you.

"I can roll you a new one if you don't want this one."

​​​​​​You shook your head and took the joint from between her fingers, bringing it to your lips and taking a long drag from it.

It was silent for a few moments before Yelena spoke.

"So, I'm like only 50% sure your actually here right now 'cuz I'm high off my ass, but I thought you were going to a night club with your boyfriend? Why do you not wanna go home?"

You put out the joint in the ash tray, drumming your fingers against your socked feet.

"Whenever we go out together he always ditches me for something else, whether It be his friends or some hot girl with a big ass and tits. He was letting this girl grind on him tonight and didn't even care that I saw. Honestly, I don't even fucking care anymore, and I hate that I haven't broken up with him yet."

The taller woman next to you let out a hum, bringing her vape up to her lips to take a drag from it, pouting when she realized it was empty, and got up to plug it in, talking as she went to the other side of the living room.

"If I'm being real with you, you definitely should break up with him. I've seen the way he treats you, you deserve better."

You let out a huff, pursing your lips.

"I don't know, man. I just feel guilty whenever I think about it, like I'd be doing something selfish. Plus, all my other friends besides you are in a relationship, so I'd feel like the odd one out."

After plugging her vape in, Yelena sat back down next you you with her fingers resting in the hem of her sweatpants on her hips.

"Hey, I'm single for a reason babe. Dating my dealer was a bad choice, because now she charges me more for weed, and it's the good shit too."

You scoffed at the mention of Yelena's ex girlfriend.

"She's the one that cheated on you. I told you from the start that Pieck was a bitch. Also, she was super passive aggressive about me."

The blonde shrugged, leaning to the side and resting against your arm.

"Meh, I don't really care about it anymore. The only thing she had going for her by the end of the relationship was her pussy, and even then the sex was mediocre at best. I've been trying to find a new dealer, anyway. I'd like to be in a relationship again, though."

You playfully pushed her shoulder, chuckling.

"Dude, don't talk about being in a new relationship while you have your hands in your pants."

Out of spite, Yelena pushed her hands in her pants further and rested them against her thighs.

"They're cold, and it's not like I'm fuckin' touching myself. They're not even in my underwear."

Clicking your tongue, you brought your hand up and started running it through her short hair.

"Who would you wanna be in a relationship with, then?" You asked after a few short moments of silence.

Yelena shrugged, taking your hand out of her hair and playing with the rings on your fingers.

"I don't know, maybe someone I've known for a long time, someone I get along with, someone who won't rob me and cheat on me."

She tilted her head back to look at you.

"I'd date you if I'm being honest."

You felt your face flush at her words.

"What?"

"I'd date you." She repeated.

There was no doubt in your mind that you and Yelena would work well as a couple, given that you were already close as friends. Hell, you had a crush on her currently, and she was one of the reasons why you wanted to break up with your boyfriend. But, you had never acted on your feelings for her. You always felt like it'd be selfish of you to want something with her 

But, as you gazed into her fogged and blood shot eyes that indicated that she was very much so high as a fucking kite, you decided to be a bit selfish.

"Yeah, I'd date you too."

You watched as the tips of her ears turned red as she shot up and stared at you with wide eyes.

"Deadass? Like, no joke? This isn't some thing my drugged up brain is imagining?"

You watched with a soft gaze as the dim light coming from her kitchen hit the metal of her piercings, especially her nose and ear piercings.

You nodded and grinned at her.

"Deadass."

Yelena stared at you with parted lips, her fingers tapping against the meat of her clothed thighs.

You rolled your eyes affectionately before reaching your hands up and cupping her face in your palms, squishing her cheeks ever so slightly.

She shivered at the cold feeling of your rings on her face, before leaning into your touch.

"This is definitely not how I imagined my night going when I pulled out my stash." She whispered, which made you snort out a laugh.

You stood on your knees on the couch, still holding her face, and leaned forward, pressing your lips to hers lightly just in case she wanted to pull away.

Turns out she didn't, and she wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you closer as your mouth perfectly molded together with hers.

Her lips were soft, and tasted like her vape mixed with weed. The black piercing on her bottom lip lightly pressed into your own, making you smile against her mouth as you deepened the kiss, raking your fingers through her hair and along her undercut.

She groaned softly against your mouth when you tugged on her hair, letting out a quiet whimper when you put your hands through the top of her hoodie, fingernails brushing against her heated and bare skin.

Your stomach churned at the sound of her whimpering, and you pulled away from her, causing her to whine and chase after your mouth, but you put a finger to her chest and pushed her away slightly.

"Easy." You cooed teasingly, making her pout.

"You can't get me worked up like this and bail, man." She complained.

You chuckled, kissing the tip of her nose.

"Believe me, I would love nothing more than to go down on you right now, but neither us are sober, and you're pretty baked right now. It'd technically be like taking advantage of you."

She pouted once more and leaned on your shoulder, blowing out a irritated breath.

"Can't argue with that I guess. You still wanna stay over?"

"Uh, hell yeah. I'm not going back to that depressing ass apartment with a verbally abusive boyfriend. Infact, I'm gonna text him and tell him it's over. That fuckrag doesn't deserve a proper break up or my respect."

Yelena let out a soft laugh, pressing a kiss to the crease of your neck.

"Pop off then."

The blonde let out a hum into your neck, making your skin tingle as you let out a low laugh at the sensation.

"You want me to roll you a joint?" Yelena asked into your neck.

"Aw, you wanna share your stash with me? Never thought I'd see the day." 

She gave the crook of your neck a soft bite before standing up and heading to her room where she kept her weed.

"Be prepared, I got that good good shit. We're getting slammed tonight!"

You laughed as she left the room.

You didn't know what you and Yelena were now, you'd have to talk about it in the morning when you were both sober, but for now you're plenty happy just getting high with your friend like normal.

I'm so sorry I haven't published in months! Life's been crazy, and I haven't had proper time to plan out oneshots. Anyway, have some Stoner! Yelena, I absolutely already love writing her, and plan to do more!

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