lorcaheart

[lorcaheart]

Just finished watching Ironheart, and I can't believe people are trashing on Riri for doing morally questionable things. Numerous characters from the MCU have done even worse questionable or illegal stuff. For example, Sharon Carter is literally selling government property to black market dealers as seen in the end of Flacon and the Winter Solider. Then there is Loki during the first Avengers movie starting an alien invasion, and there are so many other characters that have done questionable things, but Riri specifically gets so much hate which is just so unfair

Idk two weeks ago people were going on and on and on about how "they like the underdogs better", "morally good characters are boring", "perfect characters without any moral gripes are unrelatable", "they like a good redemption arc of people who did something wrong and wants to try to do good" bla bla bla bla bla... Now suddenly the same people are saying Riri is an irredeemable villain because she chose to work with questionable people for money (hmmm remind me again who else also did that HMM), and not saving a guy who was most definitely gonna kill her if he got out? I WONDER WHY HMM (fuck you guys actually lol, so transparent)

[lorcaheart]

On the Kitchen Table

Pairing: Yelena Belova(Thunderbolts*) x f!reader

Summary: Yelena takes her time edging you on the kitchen table in the Avengers tower.

Warnings: Making out, Smut, dirty talk, fingering, strap on, top!Yelena, r!receiving, afab!reader, sex guys it’s sex, edging, orgasm denial, semi-public?(the tower is mostly empty, Bob is asleep safe in his room), very little plot, use of y/n (like two times), established relationship

Word count: 2.2k 

AN: This is my first time writing smut, IDK I wanted to try something new. Past couple of weeks have been busy, but, ima write more soon! I might write for some other characters in the future, we’ll see…Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!!   

BTW story is set after Thunderbolts* and y/n is part of the team

Translation: Detka - Baby  

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You and Yelena had gotten the tower all to yourselves. Bucky was in Washington busy with a new proposal for aiding veterans, John and Alexei were doing a series of interviews in LA that Val had set up, Ava was staying in Brooklyn for a concert, and Bob was knocked out in his room, having accidentally eaten 7 of Yelena’s melatonin gummies, mistaking them for fruit snacks that had been left in the lounge area. 

A few hours ago, Yelena and you had dropped off Ava in Brooklyn. After leaving her in her hotel, you and Yelena had driven back to the tower and as you maneuvered through traffic, you heard Yelena get a notification on her phone. During a red light, you turned to look at her, she was looking down at her phone, reading a message from Bob. 

“What you reading?” you asked.

“Bob texted, he accidentally ate the melatonin gummies I forgot to put in my medicine cabinet last night” she sighed looking out the window, “I should have stashed them last night.”  

The red light turns green and you proceed diving.

“Anyways he’ll be fine, he’s just gonna be passed out for the rest of the evening, looks like it’s just gonna be us two around the tower tonight” Yelena mentions, resting her hand on your thigh.

You held your breath, trying to stay focused on the road. “Yeah looks like it” 

You finished the drive back home and immediately upon reaching the tower elevator to go up, the doors closing, you and Yelena lunged at each other, making out feverishly. By the time that the elevator reached the common room, your shirt and Yelana’s had been discarded. Your legs were wrapped around her waist as she carried you to the nearest table, that being the kitchen’s table.      

So now, you laid on the rectangular surface, your hands pinned above you, tied up by Yelena with her belt. Your bra and jeans laid discarded on the floor, and Yelena, who was on top of you, was slowly working her way down your neck, biting you lightly. Your bare chest rose up and down, your face was flushed and you were breathing heavily. It wasn’t like you and Yelena hadn’t done anything like this before, it was just that it had never been in a place so open like the common room and especially on the table where the team had their meals on. 

You moved your hips up, desperately trying to get any friction possible. Yelena moved her legs around to straddle you, holding your hips down in place. 

You let out a whine and she looked up at your face as she continued kissing around your collar bone. “What’s wrong detka?” she says innocently, “tell me what you want.” 

“Please Yelena, I-” you bite your lip for a second trying to cover up the moan you make when Yelena suddenly puts one of your breasts in her mouth, sucking and biting at your nipple. 

You look down at her, she has her eyes closed now, a calm and dreamy expression on her face as she continues to suck on your breast, rolling the other one between her fingers. She then pulls away her mouth from your chest with a pop.

“What is it that you said you needed Baby?” She looked unbelievable right now, her messy short blond hair framed her face and a trail of her saliva ran down her chin. Her hazel eyes locked onto yours, her pupils dilated into dark glassy pools of desire and primal intent. 

“Please, just touch me Yelena, I need to feel you” you tried rubbing your thighs together, desperate for any sort of contact. Yelena’s right hand moved down your body, almost reaching between your legs before stopping to play with the hem of your underwear. 

“Can you be more specific, my Love?” she said tilting her head to the side. 

She was being so mean to you and although it made you irritated and impatient, it also made your heartbeat rush knowing she wanted to take her time with you, and like past times, you knew she was gonna make it up to you if you were obedient. 

“Please Yelena, I need your fingers in me” you whimpered.

Her hand slid over your underwear and onto your clit, slowly and softly moving her index finger in a circle through the fabric. You immediately move your hips up, desperate for more of her touch. Yelena eans into another passionate kiss with you, as she makes slow and tortuous circles over your clothed clit. You whimper into her mouth, your breath and hers mixing in the heat of the moment. 

She takes her time, kissing your jaw and taking your earlobe into her mouth sucking it lightly. Sometimes she alternates the movement of her fingers, changing the course of her motion from clockwise or moving her index finger up and down instead of in circles. Nonetheless, her pace remains slow and relaxed, as if your legs aren't shaking, needy for more of her touch. 

She pulls back and looks down at you, “You like this detka?” 

“Yes Yelena” you respond. Then she suddenly moves her fingers at a quicker pace, making your legs shake even more. “How does it feel Gorgeous?”

“Yelena” you say in a breathy moan, “It feels so good, please don’t stop.”

She moves her other hand up to your lips. “Suck” she instructs, and you take two of her fingers into your mouth. She speeds up her pace even more, seeing you so obedient and willing for her.

You can feel a familiar pressure starting to build in the pit of your stomach and you moan as you suck Yelena’s fingers.

She looks absolutely pleased by your reaction, a teasing grin on her face as she continues to move her fingers in a rhythmic motion over your swollen clit. 

“You're so wet for me Baby, I can feel how soaked you are for me through your underwear” she says mockingly. “Are you gonna come for me detka?”

The way she talks to you  in Russian makes you hang over the edge. You feel like you're about to burst, your back arches and your body starts to tense up. You suck on her fingers ferociously and you close your eyes to savor your upcoming orgasm, when suddenly, Yelena’s fingers leave your clit and she removes her fingers from your mouth. 

You let out an annoyed and frustrated whine and try to grind your hips on Yelena. She shoves your hips back down and gives you a disapproving look “now, now, I remember you said you wanted my fingers in you, my Love,” before you know it, the hand that you had been previously sucking was moving your underwear to the side. Yelena then roughly moved both fingers into your entrance, thrusting them in with force.

“Yelena!” You gasped and moaned at the sudden overwhelming feeling.

Yelena leans down next to your ear, whispering,“now is this what you wanted?”

You can feel her moving in and out of you at a rapid pace, shivers run down your spine. “Yes, Yelena! Please, don’t stop!”

She keeps thrusting into you, deep, hard, and precise. The palm of her hand rubs against your clit deliciously and you throw your head back, whimpering. You can feel your orgasm building up again quickly and the sweet and dirty words that Yelena is whispering into your ears, saying “You look so perfect right now my Love” and “I’ve been wanting you all week,” makes you get closer to finishing.

You look into Yelena’s eyes, she looks determined and hungry for you. “Are you gonna come all over my fingers detka?”

“Yes Lena , I-I’m so close” you whimper helplessly. As your body starts shaking and as you start getting a taste of your orgasm, Yelena pulls her fingers out, you drop back down, shaken, completely hot and bothered at Yelena’s second refusal to let you come. You feel like you're gonna cry, you’ve been so obedient with her and you're so tired of her not letting you finish.

You look up at her, all wrecked and desperate. “Yelena please I promise I will be good, just please let me finish!”

Yelena’s expression changes, and she looks at you with a pitiful look on her face, her eyes full of sympathetic sentiment, as if she wasn’t the cause of all of your anguish and desire. “You wanna finish Baby? You want me to make you scream my name?” she said sweetly, kissing your cheek and forehead gently as she held your face. 

“Yes please Yelena, I need you so badly right now” you reply. 

Yelena jumps off of you and slips off her sweatpants, revealing a noticeable bulge in her boxers. 

Realizing why she waited so long to make you finish, you ask “For how long have you been wearing that strap Belova?”

She climbs back on top of you and reaches over to your tied hands, “Since I decided that today I’m fucking you until your begging me to stop.”

She unties you and your hands roam her body as you kiss her. Pulling off her bra and helping her take off her boxers, revealing the massive strap that she had been wearing the whole day. She helps you slide out of your underwear too, now both of you completely bare. You both look at each other, Yelena admirling how beautiful you look sprawled under her on the very same kitchen table you all eat on every day. 

She slowly leans down and envelops you in her arms, chest to chest, skin on skin. She nestles her face into the crook of your neck. You can feel the heat of her body and you run your fingers through her soft hair. 

You stay like that for a second in the comfort of the moment and then she hopelessly whispers into your ear “Please y/n, let me pleasure you”

You pull her hair lightly as you respond “Please do.”

She pulls back and flips you over onto your stomach in a swift motion, now on your hands and knees as Yelena leans over you from behind, her strap grazing your entrance. 

She presses her chest on your back, whispering over your shoulder, “I’m gonna make it up to you my Love” she promises. She then inserts herself slowly into you, your legs shiver and you let out a fragile and broken moan as Yelena bottoms out. You both stay there for a second, and then Yelena thrusts out and back in in an instant, earning a shaken moan from you. She does this again and again, until she’s got a steady rhythm. She holds onto your hips, her fingers digging into your skin the way she knows you like, as she thrusts into you relentlessly. 

You can’t help but moan her name, each snap of her hips makes you see stars and you clutch the edge of the kitchen table beneath you for support.

“Fuck Yelena” you moan.

Yelena starts changing the pace to something more desperate, “come on Baby, say my name again”

“Yelena” you whine as she moves one of her hands down between your legs, rubbing your clit.

“Oh my– fuck!” you cry out, feeling your orgasm approaching, the familiar pooling in your stomach. “Fuck, Yelena keep going.” 

“That’s it, you’re close aren’t you detka?” Yelena moans, the strap rubbing perfectly against her clit as she moves it in and out of you, providing her with the similar pleasure and urgency to come as you. Causing her to thrusts her hips harder, driving into you with a renewed intensity.

“Yelena, I’m so close” you moan out. “I-I’m gonna-” you let yourself go, pleasure tingling through your veins as you spasm around Yelena’s strap, finally finishing. A whine leaves your throat, eyes screwed up as she fucks you through it, unrelenting pace in her hips and fingers, murmuring how good you are. 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, so fucking pretty when you come.”

Yelena doesn't stop and as you start to feel overstimulated and you're about to tell Yelena to stop, she buries her head into the nape of your neck, biting your shoulder as you feel her shutter. She holds you close as she lets out a whimper and digs her fingers into the soft skin of your hips.

You both fall limp on the kitchen table, Yelena on top of you, holding you from behind. You both laid there, catching your breath, Yelena’s strap still buried inside you. She lifts her hips just enough to slide out of you and with one hand unbuckles her strap. You whine at the feeling and turn to face her. She looks down at you from above, arms wrapped around you and a tired but satisfied expression adorns her face. She kisses you, loving and sweet. You run your hands up and down her back, wrapping your legs around her. 

She pulls back from the kiss, resting her head on your chest, clinging on to you. 

“You know what y/n” she says.

“What?” you respond.

She buries her face in your chest,“I don’t think I’m going to be able to eat on this table anymore, without thinking of you moaning my name now”

You chuckle at her comment, replying with a smile, “Yeah, me too” 

[lorcaheart]

Throwback to the time I was taking confirmation classes(cause I'm catholic), and it was time for us to choose our patron saint and by default I thought "I'll just choose St. Hozier and get over with it." It took me a few weeks for me to come to my senses and remember that Hozier is in fact not a catholic saint. I remember being so sad and disappointed when it finally clicked in my brain 😭

[lorcaheart]

Morning After (P2 of A Night at the Club)

Pairing: Yelena Belova(Thunderbolts*) x f!reader

Summary: You thought you were just going home with a hot stranger from the club, turns out you woke up in her bed... inside the Avengers Tower?! One soft “good morning” from Yelena Belova, and suddenly you're tangled in bedsheets, 79 missed texts, a kitchen full of superheroes, and the most unexpectedly intimate breakfast of your life. And maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t a one-night thing after all.

Warnings: Fluff, Slice of Life, Making Out, Smut?(somewhat explicit for a second…)  

Word count: 3.1k 

Part 1: A Night at the Club

AN: I for sure wrote a bit too much for this one. Either way, it’s a little bit more slow paced and I wanted to write a fic with a bit of Avengers Tower shenanigans, so here it is! I hope you enjoy!!!  

BTW story is set after Thunderbolts*, IDK why y/n didn’t know who Yelena was at the bar last chapter, but, just like anything else in life, let's blame it on the alcohol and y/n living under a rock cause I ain’t gonna elaborate more :)

Translation: Дорогой - Sweetheart, Амичка - Little sun

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You had texted your friends the night before, saying you were going home with the attractive stranger after a night at the club. Although they were a bit worried you would get kidnapped after being seduced by such a hottie, so you turned on your location, you know, just in case.

Now it was around nine in the morning and you were laying in bed, an arm wrapped around your waist. 

BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ!

The sound of your phone ringing like a lazy bee bumping against a windowpane, steady and persistent, tugged you out of your sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open, you looked around, adjusting to the light from the morning that creeped in from the windows. You were in what seemed like Yelena’s bedroom, which had a closet full of what looked like vests and fancy suits, a nightstand, and a desk full of papers in the corner next to the window. Ignoring the previous ringing from your phone, you shift your body for a second, turning around to get a better look at the person next to you. 

The movement immediately waking up Yelena, who grumbled as she tried to pull you closer to her, still sleepy. Both of your guy’s clothes had come off at one point the night before, leaving you both lying in her bed, your bodies bare and exposed to each other. Her hair was messy and sprawled around her like a halo on the pillow. As she opened her eyes, she looked at you with a dazed and dreamy smile on her face, shifting to lay down on her side, one arm still resting firmly on your waist. She raised her other hand up in front of your face and waved at you, making you laugh since there was no need for her to wave because you were both lying on the same bed and inches away. 

She mumbled sheepishly in that hot russian accent of her’s “Hello, how are you doing?”

You shuffled closer to her, nuzzling your head in her neck,”mmmh, I’m doing just fine, good morning Yelena.”        

Yelena held the back of your head, moving you closer to her. “I’m so sorry, I can’t believe you still slept with me while I was covered in sweat and dirt from work” Yelana remarked.

“No it’s fine” you said, looking up at her face, giving her a warm smile “I don’t mind, as long as it’s you.”

She glanced down at you with a somewhat perplexed, but overall loving look in her eyes. Her hand moved to rest on the side of your face, her palm on your cheek. You nuzzled into her touch, grabbing her hand and sliding it over your lips, kissing her palm lightly. She moved her hand down from your lips and you both leaned in, kissing slow and sweet, as if you had all the time in the world. 

She grabbed your hips, flipping you under her, your back on the bed as you make out. Your hands running through Yelena’s blond hair as you felt her hand slide down your chest to your stomach and just as soon as it was about to reach between your legs, your body shivering, you heard your phone buzz again. You and Yelena both backed away. 

“I’m so sorry Yelena let me just check this, I’ve been getting notifications all morning” you say apologetically, reaching over to the nightstand next to the bed, sighing. “That's alright, my phone’s so busy all the time too” she said as she moved down, trailing soft kisses down your stomach while you picked up your phone, turning it on. 

34 missed calls and 79 unread messages from your friends. Oh. My. God. 

You sat up, a loud gasp escaping your lips, and a shocked expression on your face as you read through the messages. 

Yelena immediately rose up, looking up at you concerned. “Are you okay y/n? What happened???”

You looked at the messages.

Janice: Y/n! Why does your location say you are in the Avengers Tower???!!! Pick up the phone!

Madison: Girl are you safe rn???

Helen: Wait did you hook up with one of the new Avengers last night?????

You sat there shocked, “yeah, everything is fine, but umm, Yelena, where are we?”

She glanced to the side, thinking, hesitating for a few seconds before looking back towards you “Well I live in a sort of…apartment complex with my coworkers”

“So you work in the Avengers Tower?”

She sighs defeated “Yeah because…well, I am an Avenger”

You fall back onto the bed, your phone still in your hand. You smack your forehead with your palm, eyes wide in disbelief as the realization hits you like a lightning bolt. Yelena lays down right next to you, “yeah, I wasn’t quite sure how to tell you that I was taking you to the Avengers Tower last night” she looks at you with an abashed and sorry expression.

You calm down, taking a few deep breaths. “I mean, I don’t mind, I’m just shocked, wait so if your coworkers also live in the same building as you…” your face warms up as you wrap yourself with the bedcovers, “...did they hear all the stuff from last night?!”

Yelena doubles over, clutching her stomach as uncontrollable laughter busts from her.

“No darling, the walls are soundproof, but they did see me leave the club with you last night and we have cameras all over the tower, so I’m sure they are aware of your presence”

You bury your face in the covers with a groan, “great, now your coworkers are just gonna think I’m another one of those random girls you hook up with!”

Yelena placed her hand on your shoulder, smiling softly, “oh you don’t have to worry about that, I’ve never brought a girl up here and I for sure hope it’s not the last time I bring you over y/n” she says, hazel eyes staring at your lips and leaning towards you. You lean in, lips almost meeting before you hear your phone buzzing again. You and Yelena both stop, interrupted for the second time this morning.

“Let me just message my friends real quick before they make a plan to rescue me or something”

“Okay” Yelena smiles and cuddles next to you as you read over your friend’s messages. Your friends had already made a laughably cartoonish plan to rescue you from the Tower. You texted them, saying that everything was okay and you were safe, having a delightful morning with the stranger you had left with last night at the club. 

Once you were done, you placed your phone back on the nightstand. Wrapping your arms around Yelena, who was nuzzled onto your side, her head laying on your chest, tracing circles with her finger over your stomach. “I know it’s somewhat late, but can we just stay here and sleep a bit more?”  She looked so adorable and relaxed like this you almost said yes. 

“Oh we could” you said as you played with her blond locks, “but I think we both need a good breakfast after last night.” You started to move out of bed as Yelena tried to drag you back in. “Hmmmm, come on дорогой, sweetheart, just five more minutes” You almost gave in with that cute nickname. “We should get up now, I’m gonna prepare you a bath to freshen up.”

You get up from the bed and walk into her bathroom, preparing the tub with warm water. When you came back into the bedroom, you saw her now up from bed looking through her closet, sunlight entering the room through the windows. The soft morning light spilled over her bare shoulders and down the curve of her back, catching on the subtle lines of muscle along her arms and thighs, defined and toned, like strength carved from something lived-in and real. She had a horizontal scar under her belly button that you hadn’t noticed in the darkness of the night. You now noticed how her body was covered in other scars too, scattered across her skin like remnants of old battles. Apart from those marks, her body, especially her chest, was covered with deep purple spots that you had left last night. You were also covered in bruises and hickies from last night, especially on your neck. You would be lying if you said she didn’t look absolutely perfect like this, her eyes and skin glowing in the sunlight. How lucky you felt to be able to see her in this beautiful and quiet state. 

 “You like the view?” Yelena said, catching you looking at her. You blushed as she gave you a flirty grin. “Um, your bath should be ready” you mumbled. 

She laid out a few folded pieces of clothes from her closet on the bed. “These should be your size, you can change into them for now.” She walked over to the side of the bed, picking up your red dress from last night, folding it gently and placing it on the nightstand. “Don’t worry, what I’m lending you is a little more comfortable than that pretty red dress you had last night” she said as she walked towards the bathroom.

“Ha ha, now go take a bath stinky” you said teasingly. Yelena stopped in front of you, both leaning in for a passionate and brief kiss before she entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her. 

You changed into the clothes, which were as comfortable as Yelena said they would be. You now sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window at the city, enjoying this peaceful moment. 

Yelena came out of the shower, her hair combed back and wet, she was wearing a hoodie and cargo shorts. You froze at how absolutely adorable her outfit was and how hot she looked with that hair style. 

Similarly, Yelena stood there stunned, taking in the sight of you in her shirt and sweatpants, your hair messy, and framing your face in a heavenly way. She walked towards you, lifting up your chin for a hesitant but then sweet and slow kiss.

She pulled back, walking towards the door “how about I take you out after breakfast? I don't have work or training today so I'm open”

You beamed excited “Yeah sounds good, I’m all free today!”

She stopped midway through opening the door, turning back to look at you. “Oh yeah and by the way, don’t mind my coworkers, we are just gonna eat breakfast in the common room and go”

You walked a step behind Yelena through the halls. As you approached, you could hear noise coming from the common room. 

“I already said it, it's either we get a flat screen TV for the lounge or we get a new coffee machine, there are no other alternatives!” 

Yelena took a step into the room, you hiding behind her. You could see that the common room had a bar in the corner, a lounging area with a couch in the center, and a kitchen with a funny looking and rusted coffee machine on the other side. 

In the kitchen area, flipping pancakes and wearing an apron was the buff dark haired Kurt Cobain looking guy from last night. 

“Really Bucky! We have this whole damn tower full of expensive tech and they can't even afford to buy us a new coffee machine!?” the blond haired guy from last night remarked, sitting on a stool with a gross looking glass of smoothie in his hand.

The dark haired girl from last night sat on the kitchen counter, a plate of fruit in her hands. She said “what in the world do they expect us to do without coffee? Bob, I'm gonna have to use your Doordash just about every day now.” 

“Okay! But Yelena and Mel are already in line for ordering in the mornings, Monday through Friday, so it might take some time” said a guy with grown out dyed blond hair, sitting on one end of the couch reading a book. 

“I swear, if I get woken up by another delivery guy bringing Yelena’s 3 am emergency bowls of Mac and Cheese, I'm gonna go crazy” said the white blond guy. 

“Speaking of Yelena bringing things late at night into the Tower…”

Everyone turned around, looking towards the doorway, side eyeing the two of you. You stood there, hiding behind Yelena, which was relatively difficult since she was only 5’2. 

“Good morning idiots, this here is um, my good friend y/n” you waved shyly at them, giving them a small smile. “And y/n this is Bucky, John, Ava, and Bob” Yelena said pointing at them as she named them off. 

Bob waved hi at you and gave you a warm smile. Ava and John nudged at each other, raising their eyebrows at Yelena’s comment of you being just a “friend.”

“Get that silly look off your faces you two” Yelena said, walking more into the room, you trailing behind her. 

“No need to try to hide it Yelena, we all saw the elevator’s security footage” Ava mentioned with a teasing tone in her voice. 

You had a vague memory from last night of making out with Yelena in the elevator ride up the tower. Immediately, you felt a blush creeping onto your face. 

Yelena was about to make a clever comeback about the team just minding their business, when an old energetic man with a beard wearing sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt, ran into the common room. 

“Yelena!” he beamed, looking towards Yelena and then noticing you hiding behind her. 

“And oh my God, Girlfriend!!!” He cheered. 

“Oh no way,” Yelena said, covering her face with her hands. 

He rushed to you, extending his hand out and shaking yours with tremendous excitement. “I never thought the day would come when my little Амичка brought a girl home!”

You gave him a nervous and confused smile, as he shook your hand, “um good morning sir, I'm y/n, I'm guessing your Yelena’s um father?” 

He took both your hands, in his “No skip all of that ‘Sir’ stuff, nonsense! Call me ‘dad’ y/n” 

Yelena tried shoving him away mumbling “this is why I never bring people over, you idiots can’t mind your own damn business” 

“I prepared an extra plate for our guest, I hope you like pancakes and fruits y/n” Bucky said, pointing at a few prepared and full plates on the counter. 

“Thank you” you said, grabbing a plate for you and one for Yelena. At this point, she had given up trying to get her dad out of the common room, and while he was occupied helping Bucky cook in the kitchen, she set up the dinner table. 

You set your plates together, as she came back with a Monster energy drink for herself and a glass of water, placing it next to your plate. She pulled your chair out for you and sat down next to you. 

You smiled at her polite manners, “thank you Yelena” you said. 

Ava, who was now cleaning up after her meal, passed near you, whispering not so secretly with a teasing smile, “She never pulls out chairs for anyone else!”

Yelena gave her a somewhat bothered look “just mind your own business Ava” ��

You smiled at Ava’s comment. Knowing that Yelena treated only you with this much courtesy and gentleness was heartwarming.

“Are you two gonna go anywhere today?” Bob asked curiously from the couch. 

Yelena surprisingly, didn’t put him off, and said “mhm, we do have planned to go somewhere, maybe going window shopping or to the Art gallery a few streets down, depending on where y/n wants to go.”

“Aww you guys are planning cute dates and stuff! My little girl is all grown up!” you heard Yelena’s Dad say from the kitchen. Bucky was now leaning on the kitchen counter, eating a plate full of eggs while Yelena’s dad feasted on a box of poptarts.  

Yelena rolled her eyes, “Don’t mind them, they're all nosy” she claimed.

“No it’s alright, I don’t mind, it’s kinda lovely” you replied. 

As more and more people exited the common room, going off to their morning duties, you and Yelena continued talking, about your boring nine to five, Yelena’s pet guinea pig, and other mundane matters. 

“I have to admit Yelena, you have a very cool team of coworkers, heck I might even say you are all like one big family” you suggested, your plate and hers having been long empty since sometime ago. 

“Yeah, we watch each other’s backs, they stress me out sometimes, but…I’m really lucky to have them,” she replied. 

Yelena looked so calm right now. A cute little content smile on her face. Her shoulders rested in an easy slope, unbothered, like she carried nothing but the quiet and warm sense of the morning.

“Y/n? You're staring again”

“Oh sorry, you just look so…peaceful right now”

Her expression shifted to something more loose. Her eyes softened, shimmering with something unspoken. "You know y/n, after today, well I would like to meet up with you again, if you want to too," vulnerability in her eyes and the smallest crack in her voice. "And when I mean 'meet up again,' I don't mean like in a club like last night"

She looked down momentarily, fidgeting with her rings. She looked back up at you with a nervous tone to her voice, slow and careful. "Y/n, please let me take you on a proper date sometime soon"

You felt your face get warmer, her desire to spend more time in your company, leaving you flustered. “Of course I would love to Yelena, I…I wanna know more about you.” You reached for her hands, which were tensed up on the table, loosening up at your touch. You intertwine your fingers with hers. She leans close to you and gives you a sweet and delicate kiss on your cheek. 

“Thank you, y/n, now we should get going!”

You and Yelena set off into the city, doing a little bit of everything here and there, making the most out of this lovely day in each other’s company.

[lorcaheart]

Hot Tub Confessions

Pairing: Yelena Belova(Thunderbolts*) x f!reader

Summary: A team mission in a secluded Alaskan ski resort goes off without a hitch, clean, quiet, and efficient. After disposing of the body, you return to the cozy hotel where your team is winding down in the deck's bubbling hot tub, nestled against a snowy mountain backdrop. The mission may be over, but something heavier lingers in the air, something unspoken between you and Yelena Belova. As laughter fades and teammates begin to scatter, you're left alone with the woman whose gaze has haunted you for months. And in the quiet steam of the night, there's nowhere left to hide.

Warnings: Somewhat confused feelings, fluff, suggestive language! 

Word count: 2.9k 

AN: I might have written a bit too much for this one, but I for sure think it’s an improvement from my past works. I kinda wrote this while listening to Moonlight by Kali Uchis, so feel free to read and listen at the same time for the vibe. I was also inspired to write this after watching the hot tub scene from To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

BTW story is set after Thunderbolts*, reader is part of the team

Translation: моя любовь - my Love

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The team had been sent to a somewhat remote town in Alaska, known for its Ski resorts and hotels. Val had a past political ally that knew a little too much, and she needed him to be dealt with. He was vacationing solo in a luxurious Ski resort, so Val set for you guys to stay in the same resort.

 It wasn’t anything difficult, it was actually a very simple mission. Ava was incharge of entering his room and destroying his documents, Alexei and John were charged with surveillance, as either Yelena or Bucky were the ones responsible for killing him. You were in charge of getting rid of the body, making you the last one to get back to the resort at night after the assignment was completely done. 

You returned to your guy’s hotel room, it was quite nice. It had a cozy living room with a fireplace and each one of you had a bedroom with a pleasant view of the snowy mountains and forest. But the deck, which had a decently sized hot tub, took the cake. You had all been excited to use it and had all agreed to get in after the assignment had been completely done and you had come back, but Ava, Bob (who tagged along the mission cause why not), and Mel (who joined cause she heard about the free stay), just couldn’t wait for you to get back. The rest of the team just gave up on waiting for you and joined them in the hot tub. A few hours had passed since then and only Yelena, Ava, and Bob remained out on the deck. 

As you came in you saw John, Bucky, and Alexei talking in the living room, Mel sat in the corner, making a late night phone call, probably to Val. 

“Y/n! Your back!” Alexei beamed. “Was about time you got back,” John said.

“Hey y/n, how was the mission?” Bucky greeted you as you came in, your legs shaking from the cold and you could barely feel your feet, waddling into your bedroom, giving him a wave and a thumbs up. You didn’t talk cause you knew they would notice your teeth chattering and someone would make a joke about you being as frozen as a popsicle or Steve Rogers.  

You entered your bedroom, kicked your snow boots off, and threw your jacket on your bed. 

You could hear Bob, Ava, and Yelena laughing and chatting outside on the deck. You were so cold and sore, and although you were tired, the hot tub was looking too good right now to miss it. You got out of your snow gear and put on your swimsuit and robe. 

You walked out of your bedroom, past the living room, where Alexei was telling a very sleepy John and Bucky about the winter in Russia and Mel was passed out on the couch with her phone in her hand. You walked onto the deck, immediately, the cold air hit you as you stepped out, wrapping your arms around you, shivering. 

“Oh y/n, you finished already! Come over here” Bob motioned for you to join him and the rest in the hot tub, Ava scooted over and made some space for you. You first dipped your feet in, being careful to get in slowly, not wanting to get a headache from the temperature change.

“So much for you guys waiting for me to finish the mission huh?” you questioned them playfully. 

“You took sooo long taking care of the body,” Ava said, swishing the bubbles in the tub around with her hand. 

“Did everything go okay?” Bob asked.

“Yeah, I mean, I had to drive for a while just to make sure I was alone, I buried him in the woods as instructed and stuff, honestly this mission was super easy. How did it go for you guys?” 

Ava responded, “Well, for me it was quick, Alexei and John said the most they saw was a few suspicious squirrels while on lookout, and Bucky and Yelena were able to get him in his balcony, no witnesses, no sudden noise, not even a drop of blood, too easy.”

You smiled to yourself, content that your team was alright. You looked towards Yelena, who had been rather quiet on the other side of the tub up to this point. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, her hair combed back and wet, drops of water running down her chin to her neck. You noticed how her eyes studied you, her arm swung back on the rim of the tub.

She had a certain look on eyes. You had noticed this look before, you had seen it a few times from her while living in the Avengers Tower and sometimes on missions, it almost felt familiar now. Nonetheless, it still made the thumping on your chest louder and caused you to blush. A blush that you always dismissed as a result of the hot weather when your teammates questioned you about it. 

You had feelings for Yelena. You would be lying to yourself if you said that her dedication to helping and caring for her friends, paired with her sarcastic personality and breathtaking looks, didn’t make you feel something for her. 

A few weeks ago Ava, Bob, and John had come up to you asking if there was something going on between you and Yelena. They mentioned the way the both of you would look at each other. You remember John saying “she looks at you with I guess kinda like a hunger in her eyes or something, you know” you had laughed at his comment and the other ones that Bob and Ava made, saying you had a similar look in your eyes too. But recently, those looks became more common. Glances across the table during dinner, wiping the sweat off your face after a morning team workout, helping her zip up her dress before an important event with the press, laughing with the team in the car ride after an especially difficult mission.   

Although your teammates believed she had similar feelings for you, it just seemed like the most ridiculous thing in the world. I mean, for Yelena, being vulnerable and open about her struggles was new to her, it was new to everyone, but it just seemed so far out that she would have feelings for someone like you. She just always seemed so focused on her work and you couldn't imagine her attention going to something as simple as you. You knew you must have been hallucinating or being delusional everytime you recalled those memories in your mind, those hazel eyes.

But those were memories, and you could choose to disregard them, but you couldn’t disregard the now as part of your imagination. 

You looked down almost immediately, shifting your legs, sitting on the edge, your knees now in the water. Your robe was still on and protecting you from the cold and from Yelena’s wandering gaze.

Ava and Bob seemed to notice the tension between the two of you. Ava leaned close to Bob, whispering something to him, he looked at her and nodded. 

“Okay I think it’s time for us to get to bed” Bob remarked, starting to climb out of the tub. Ava rose alongside him too, “Yeah I mean, you guys stay here, chill and take your time, me and Bob are gonna head in now.” 

Bob and Ava got out, wrapping themselves with their towels and scattering towards the door giggling mischievously.

You turned towards them, giving Ava a confused and panicked look, too nervous to be left alone with Yelena. Ava gave you a wink and Bob a thumbs up as they quickly went inside and closed the door. 

You sat there for a second, looking down at the stirring water, too afraid to look up and meet Yelena’s gaze.

“So you got done with the mission pretty quickly huh Yelena?”

“Yeah it wasn’t so bad, Bucky was able to snap his neck after sneaking up behind him, quick and easy, I just stood nearby incase he was armed”

“This was too quick, Val must have had us take care of this mission so she didn’t have to hear us complain about our year-end bonus” you swished your legs in the water, still looking down.

“Maybe she wanted to calm us down before we stage a coup or go on strike over the broken coffee machine too” Yelena remarked sarcastically. 

You giggled, “yeah, perchance”

You looked up and met Yelena’s gaze, both of you smiled knowingly. 

“You can’t just say perchance!” you both say in unison. You and Yelena laugh for a good minute at the inside joke. 

“Oh my goodness, you’ve been sooo serious throughout the mission, you had me worried for a second Yelena!” you remark as you move your foot to splash her with water playfully. 

She wiped the water from her face and looked up to you, a reluctant smile on her face. “Sorry, I haven’t gotten a chance to talk with you like this in a long time, you know, just us two.”

You smile softly, reminiscing the late night talks you two would have in the Tower common room while everyone else was asleep. You felt so seen by Yelena during those sessions, like Yelena and you had known each other your whole lives. That had been a few months ago, before Yelena started acting a bit more serious and quiet around you, before the looks she gave you became more evident. 

You met her gaze, holding it for a second too long, “I missed this” you said sincerely.

“I missed this too,” Yelena said.

You looked over at the mountainscape, the snow on the trees, glistening in the moonlight. You thought carefully about your next words.

 “Why did we stop talking like this all of a sudden? ” 

Yelena looked out into the landscape too, “well  I figured if I started getting all sentimental with you again, I might say something embarrassing.”

You looked back at her, “aw, that's impossible, everything you say is so grounded and even if it’s a bit embarrassing for you, I don’t mind.” You both look back at each other. 

 “I mean, I don’t mind, as long as it’s you” you say shyly, looking around, once again trying to avoid her gaze, your face starting to feel warm.

“You blushing y/n?” Yelena said teasingly.

You swished water at her again with your hand, drenching her already wet hair. “Shut up Belova, it’s cold outside!” She laughed at your reaction to her comment. 

“It seems like recently it’s either too hot or too cold outside y/n”

“Haha” you said mockingly, untying  your robe, taking it off and placing it on the side of the tub. 

You settled in, sitting across from where Yelena was, the boiling water soothing your tired body. 

You sighed and passed your hand through your hair, moving it away from your face. 

“You look very pretty tonight.” You glanced up at Yelena, it was that look again. 

“Oh, um thank you, you look really good too, not that you don't look good all the time! I mean you do but you look like really really good with your hair like that and stuff.” You looked down. All of a sudden the bubbles coming up from the bottom of the tub seemed like the most interesting thing in the world.

“Thank you, I debated over keeping this hairstyle, Val suggested that I grow my hair to look less intimidating or whatever”

“Then why did you keep it?” you asked. 

“I remember you told me you liked it before, when we were taking a break from training, you said it looked smooth and sharp this way.”

You had a very faint memory of that, you had commented on her hairstyle in passing before attempting to bench 120, Bucky saving you from embarrassment, lifting the bar before Yelena and Ava could turn around and see you struggling. Nonetheless, you thought that comment had flown over her head.

“I remember a bit, but that was like a year ago, I thought you would have forgotten that” you claimed.

“Well…it's tough to forget your words y/n” Yelena's hazel eyes held a quiet storm, green and gold flickering in the moonlight. The look in her eyes wasn’t just a glance, it was a moment stripped of pretense, open and bare. There was something tender in the way her gaze lingered, like she was offering a piece of herself without saying a word, hoping you'd see it, hoping you wouldn’t get nervous and look away again. 

This time, you didn't look away, you couldn't. 

“Yelena, I…”

You swallow, the words catching on something fragile in your chest. “You always say these things that stay with me, like during our late night talks. They're memorable, not just because they’re clever or sharp, though they are, but because you say them like you’ve been paying attention, listening. Like you actually see people. Like you see me.”

Your voice dips, low, uncertain but sincere. “And the way you care, God Yelena, you make it seem so effortless, but I know it’s not. I know it must take something out of you every time. You show up, even when it hurts, even when it’s inconvenient. You reach into the wreckage and offer comfort like it’s second nature to anyone in need, including me sometimes.”

You pause, searching her face. The storm in her eyes hasn’t passed, it’s just quieter now, watching, waiting.

“I didn’t realize how much that meant to me until lately. Until I caught myself holding on to things you said, replaying the way you look at people like they matter. The way you look at our teammates when they need it. The way you look at me, like I matter.”

Your breath trembles on the edge of something unsaid. “With you, I don’t feel like I have to hide the mess. And when you’re near, everything… softens. And after not talking to you for some time, I’ve come to realize that it means everything to me, your attention I-.” You pause thinking to yourself. “I value it Yelena, so much”

You manage a relieved smile, having lifted a weight that pressed on your chest.  

“I see you, Yelena. And I think, maybe… for the first time in a while, I see myself.”

“I see you too,” she said, voice slow and vulnerable.  “I always felt seen by you y/n, I always felt understood with you. The way you would look at me too, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.” She looked up at the moon, making her eyes sparkle in the light. 

“You know, recently I’ve been seeing you with that certain look too Yelena.”

She looked back at you, “It’s because you… you are everything to me” Yelena says softly, practically in a whisper. 

Your expression changes, your eyes widen a bit at the realization and your lips part for a second, but no sound comes out, breathless at Yelena’s words. 

Yelena’s eyes look a way they had never looked before, you had both been vulnerable with each other, but not this vulnerable, never with this intensity and emotion. Yelena’s chest rose and fell as her eyes shifted down to your lips.

You both couldn’t anymore, moving towards each other, meeting at the center of the tub as you wrapped your arms around Yelena’s neck and she held you close by your waist. Looking up at each other’s eyes and lips.

You both stayed there for a minute. You're not sure who leaned in first, you or Yelena, but your lips met for a few seconds, both of you backing away for a sec, looking into each other’s eyes. The storm in Yelena’s eyes was going rogue, your heart was beating at a million miles per hour.

You kissed again, but this time with a much more desperate urgency, like this moment was all that mattered. You felt Yelena’s tongue against your bottom lip. You parted your lips slightly, inviting her in. You could taste her. She moved her hands up to your hair, grabbing the back of your head, tilting it sideways gently to gain better access to your mouth. You felt her soft tongue on yours, the contact causing shivers to run down your spine. You wrapped your legs around Yelena’s hips. She lowered her hands, pulling you closer to her by your thighs. 

You broke the kiss for a second, both of you gasping for fresh air. Yelena leaned her forehead against yours. You took a deep breath in, inhaling her scent.

 “Y/n I…I love y-”

Yelena was interrupted as you both heard the door open, seeing none other than John standing at the door, he looked at the both of you, wide eyed, turning back around, closing the door behind him, yelling “Ava! You owe me 20 bucks!”

You and Yelena looked at each other, water running down your faces from your passionate kiss in the tub. You both smiled and laughed.

“So much for privacy” you said. 

“We should go to my bedroom for a little more privacy, ” Yelena said with a suggestive tone in her voice.

“Then lead the way Belova” you teased.

“Of Course моя любовь”

[lorcaheart]

Yelena's Vest

I was watching Avengers Infinity War, and remembered how Natasha was wearing Yelena's vest throughout the movie, since Yelena had gifted it to her previously on the timeline. I'm gonna cry! Their sibling dynamic was amazing :(

[lorcaheart]

Wanting to write a Christmas, winter, or snow day fanfic, but it's summer :(

[lorcaheart]

Spin the Bottle

Pairing: Yelena belova(Thunderbolts*) x f!reader (includes a bit of Juaquin x Bob)

Summary: You're a new member of the Avengers, living in the Avenger’s Tower post Thunderbolts*. During a fancy Avengers party you and your friends, Ava, Bob, and Yelena were invited  to play spin the bottle with the other young guests. Things got chaotic fast and when it was finally your turn to spin, you noticed Yelena looking nervous. Either way, you spin the bottle. Who will it land on?

Word count: 2k

AN: I thought about this while thinking about that one Onceler and Johnny edit to that one song that goes like "Spin the bottle." I was also inspired by that one scene in Age of Ultron when they are trying to lift up Thor's hammer during the party. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" Yelena said as Juaquin held up the bottle. 

It was a Friday night at the tower, Valentina had arranged for an "Avengers party" to lighten up the mood, but we all knew it was just for her to invite some fancy people and make connections. 

Most of the people there were past or current superheroes or people who worked for SHIELD. It was mostly Bucky doing all the talking and networking for his reelection campaign. Since John also had some previous experience from when he was Captain America for like 2 seconds and since Alexei was Alexei, the two of them also walked around trying to entertain guests.

Apart from Bucky, John, and Alexei you were all pretty new to this, new to us being considered "heroes" or whatever that meant. We had always been treated like weapons of destruction, like we didn't have minds or couldn't hold casual conversations. Ava, Bob, Yelena, and you had been sitting in a corner isolated, eating fruit, cheese, and crackers from the charcuterie board on the table, when Joaquin, the new Falcon, came over to you guys holding a bottle asking if you all wanted to play a game with the rest of the other young people here. 

Yelena had reacted rather disgusted and Ava and you were about to say something clever about not wanting to share germs with random people we just met, when Bob, who had been rather bored by the party up to this point respond "sure let's go guys!" and followed Joaquin to the rooftop of the tower. 

"Hey wait for us!" Ava, Yelena, and you raced up behind them, going up the stairs and entering the rooftop where all the young people were. Everyone waiting for Joaquin.

"Alright everyone who wants to play spin the bottle!!!" Everyone crowded around the coffee table, sitting on the outdoor couch and chairs. You, Yelena, and Ava gave each other defeated looks. There was nothing else to do but sit around at the party on the floor below, so you guys joined the circle, settling in a spot on the couch Bob had saved for you three. 

"Okay who wants to go first?" Juaquin exclaimed. You and Yelena both sunk into your seats, afraid you would be picked first. 

Mel raised her hand up defeated, "okay, I'll go first" she took the bottle from Joaquin, placed it on the coffee table and gave it a spin. The neck of the bottle pointed at a random former SHIELD agent, who pushed her hair behind her ear shyly as everyone cheered "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

She and Mel leaned in from across the table and gave each other a quick peck. The group cheered and then Joaquin picked up the bottle again, "alright, I'll go next"

We all started chanting "Spin! Spin! Spin!" Juaquin gave the bottle a gentle spin as he watched it land on none other than Bob. Yelena, Ava, and you all started jumping in your seats and saying "ooooooo". Bob sat there shocked with a light blush on his cheeks, starstruck. 

You, Yelena, and Ava were all shaking each other, since you had all heard Bob yap about how cool he thought the new Falcon was and had seen Bob scroll through pictures and edits of the new superhero a few days ago. 

Joaquin gave him a warm smile and they both leaned in and kissed momentarily, backing up for a moment. Then, they both leaned in again but kissing slower and with more passion. Bob pulling in Joaquin by his collar and Juaquin's hand passing through Bob's wavy hair.

At this point, you, Yelena, and Ava were shaking each other like your heads were about to fall off and screaming like absolute fangirls. Everyone cheered and Juaquin and Bob moved back to their seats eyeing each other with a blush on both their faces. 

"Okay who wants to go next?" Everyone looked down or tried to avoid eye contact to not be chosen next. 

"Y/n, you're up next!" You looked at Joaquin with a shocked expression and took the bottle from him playfully. Placing the bottle down on the table, you turned back to see the reactions of your friends, Bob and Ava giving you a thumbs up and urging you to spin the bottle. But Yelena on the other hand, looked nervous and somewhat worried, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers and looking down at her lap. 

You turned back, a bit worried by Yelena's reaction, but either way you spun the bottle a bit nervous and excited. 

"Spin! Spin! Spin!" Everyone cheered.

The bottle started slowing down, passing Ava, Bob, and landing on a very shocked and flustered Yelena. 

"Ooooooooooooooooo" everyone started saying. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

You looked back at Yelena who was wide eyed sitting frozen on the couch, you whispered towards her, "we don't have to do this, if you don't want to, you know."

"No, it's fine," she says rather quickly. 

You give her a soft smile and move closer to her. Yelena leans into you hesitantly. Eyes locked on yours. 

You feel butterflies in your stomach as she gets closer and closer. You feel your heart pounding against your chest. You can sense everyone's eyes on you two, but you try to ignore them.

When your faces are just a few inches away from each other, Yelena looks down at your lips, taking a deep breath, then glances back up to your eyes. You look into those hazel eyes of hers and then down to her parted lips. She looks at yours too and you two lean in and your lips meet.

Yelena freezes for a moment as your lips meet hers, like her heart skipped a beat. But after a moment, she relaxes, her eyes and yours fluttering shut as you both melt into the kiss. It feels unexpectedly natural and your mouths seem to fit together perfectly. You both forget about the people cheering and watching and you both enjoy the moment.

Yelena's hands move to cup your face, pulling you closer as her tongue gently slides along your bottom lip. Your hand moves to rest just above her heart on her chest for support. You feel her rapid and accelerated heartbeat under your palm. You are both completely immersed in this unexpected moment. 

"What are you guys doing up here making so much noise?" 

You both break the kiss and turn to find Bucky with his hands on his hips, looking like a mother who just found her children throwing a party while she was out of town. 

"I'm down there trying to get a deal with Sam and all we hear is 'Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!'" 

"Okay grandpa" Ava says mockingly.

Bucky closes his eyes and sighs, turning around back down the stairs "just don't make too much noise"

You all laugh and you turn to see Yelena's expression, trying to get your mind back to earth. 

"I think you enjoyed that kiss a little too much Belova" you claim teasingly. 

Yelena's cheeks flush as she tries to regain her composure. She shrugs nonchalantly, clearly trying to hide how flustered she really was.

"Don't flatter yourself. I've kissed better"

You laugh and fall back into your seat, eyeing her from your chair. 

Afterwards you guys play a few more rounds, Ava kisses an attractive young senator from California who gives her his number and some other former SHIELD agents and superheroes laugh and cheer when their old colleagues are chosen. 

When it's Yelena's turn, your heart stops momentarily. Yelena declines, saying she would rather not participate anymore. You breathe a sigh of relief. You found it intriguing how you didn't want Yelena to kiss anyone else and when it was eventually your turn to spin again, you declined too, deep down, not wanting to kiss anyone else other than Yelena.

Once the party ended, you all returned to your rooms in the tower, the guests had all left, and you were 99% sure that Sam and Bucky had reached a deal from the way they were both talking and laughing at the bar towards the end of the party. 

You were walking in the hallway, getting closer to your room, you reached for the doorknob but stopped before turning it. You remembered the feeling of nervousness as the bottle pointed towards Yelena, how quickly she agreed to kiss you, the look in her eyes and the flutter you felt in your stomach, her slightly cracked lips on yours, her heartbeat thumping like a drum under your hand. 

You lowered your hand and walked back into the hallway. You turned a corner and you leaped into the air when you saw the person you were trying to find, Yelena.

She was holding a pot of leftover Mac and cheese and two spoons in her hand, looking rather frightened.

"Omg Yelena, what are you doing here, I was just about to go to your room"

"I was about to do the same too, I brought you some Mac and Cheese, we can go back to your room and share"

“Okay sure!" 

You guys walk to your room in silence. You can't stop thinking about the kiss, how relieved you felt when she declined to spin the bottle, and now, how both of you had been looking for each other after the party.

You entered your room with Yelena. She placed the pot on the table in your small living room, falling back into the couch and taking a seat. You took a seat across from her and picked up a spoon, starting to eye the leftovers. 

"You know, I never kissed anyone before"

You look up at Yelena who gave you a small smile from her spot on the couch.

"No way, really?" you remarked, shocked at the implication of this.

"Yeah, I've never acted out on my feelings for anyone or anything like that, I never felt comfortable enough" she claimed.

"And you felt comfortable enough to have your first kiss in front of a bunch of people for a game of chance?" you said playfully.

Yelena turned her head, eyeing the Mac and Cheese, "well it did help that I had feelings for the person I was kissing" 

You looked up at her bewildered, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. Her face was red. Yelena wasn't the sentimental type. It took her some time to open up to the group. And even then, she sometimes kept to herself. You would find her passed out on the bar in the common room the morning after an especially tough mission. You knew it must have been insanely difficult for her to express how she felt, and even more to someone like you. 

"Yelena" You said softly, almost like a whisper. 

"I thought I should tell you, it's fine if you don't like me back, it's easy to get caught up in the moment so I completely understa-"

She is interrupted by your lips crashing onto hers as you lean over the table, forgetting the late night snack yelena had brought to share with you. You back away for a second after, searching for something in her expression. 

She looks at you with her bright eyes, then looks down at her lap.

"I...I...I have feelings for you y/n and I can't hold back anymore."

You both lunge at each other, your lips meeting and your hands roam each other, desperate for touch. 

You nearly knock over the table as you are tackled by her on the couch with a loud thump. When you land on the soft pillows, Yelena breaks the kiss and looks down at you from above her hair messy and wild.  

"Be careful, Bucky is downstairs, we might wake him up if we make noise!" you said.

She gave you one of her perfect smiles, "oh, with the things we will be doing tonight, he is for sure not gonna be able to get a blink of sleep."

[lorcaheart]

GO SEE THUNDERBOLTS* IN THEATERS!!!

If you're excited about Thunderbolts*, please consider seeing it in theaters!

Don’t wait for it to hit Disney+, box office numbers matter and increase the chances of more content and future projects featuring these characters. Support what you love!!!

[lorcaheart]

A Night at the Club

Pairing: Yelena belova(Thunderbolts*) x f!reader

Summary: After a long day at work, you head to a lively club with friends, hoping to shake off stress and maybe meet someone new. Amid the music and dancing, you lock eyes with a mysterious, rugged, blonde woman with a Russian accent who instantly captivates you.

Word Count: 2537

AN: This is literally the first fanfic I have ever written (and out of all the things it had to be a reader insert ofc). I kinda wrote this sort of as a experiment, since I've been reading fanfics for some time, but I've never written, so I'm open to constructive criticism and I hope you enjoy!

btw. english isn't my first language, so there might be some errors!

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It was a late night at the club at 75th street. You had gotten back from your 9 to 5, to your apartment and changed into that pretty red dress you had bought a few weeks ago, it was a special dress since all your other club clothes were more conservative than you would like to admit. You had grown up in a household in which you couldn’t even go to school in a tank top, even if it was over 100. But now that you were young and out of your parent’s house, all off on your own, saving up and spending on a few night trips here, you had no one telling you what to wear. And tonight felt special, so little red dress it was. 

You had arrived at the club with some of your friends. You had wanted to go to this club for quite some time, hearing that it was a perfect place to find a hot new partner. After being dumped right before the night of your University graduation party, you had needed some space and time to heal, but after a few months out of school and into your new life, you knew it was time to get back in the game. 

Reggaeton and Pop blasted on the speakers as you danced and ordered drinks with your friends. Sweat running down your brow from all the dancing, your face glistening with a smile as your friends hyped you up on the dance floor. You definitely weren't the best dancer but that gave you all something to laugh about as you tried. You left the dance floor momentarily, going to go get a drink from the bar near the entrance. As you waited for your drink to be poured, you noticed the doors of the entrance opening, letting a group of people in and oh my God. 

In came three dirty and beaten individuals, all dressed rather awkward for a club and more like they had been running all night fighting for their lives, covered in sweat and dirt. A dark brown haired woman that had a bandage around her arm. A long black haired guy was holding a rag to his temple and the tall blond man with a beard next to him waddled in with a limp. You didn’t think too much of it, I mean it was New York after all there was weirdness at every corner, so you started to turn in your chair back to the bartender who handed you your drink. Then as they began to move, a fourth person emerged. In came a short messy blond haired girl with a small cut on her lip, looking rather fed up with her life and tired. Just one look was all it took for you to have your eyes glued on her, she walked to the other side of the bar, where the group of people she entered with had sat down, ordering drinks. The way she walked to the bar and downed the nearest shot, liquor running down her chin and onto her neck, made you feel something flutter deep down in your stomach. You had never seen someone so hot and gorgeous before and you knew that if you could muster up the courage to ask for her number, you would have won the lottery cause she looked like a dream. You could only hope she was as charming as she was attractive. You took your shot from the bar counter and downed it in one go, running over to your friends to tell them about this mysterious stranger you had seen.

“There she is!!!” you squealed to your friends who were on the side of the dance floor. 

“Wait, the short blond one that is all beaten up and sweaty???” 

“Yess! Isn’t she so breathtaking!”

One of your friends said teasingly “well if she’s so mesmerizing, why don’t you go and talk to her?”

You hid your face in your hands, “no, she’s way too fine to just go and talk to!”

One of your friends smiled mischievously. “Well then if you don’t feel confident enough to talk, how about you dance to get her attention.”

“What? You all know how terrible I am at dancing! And plus who does that?!”

“Um, everyone hot does that and you girl are looking like a show with that red dress of yours, so go get on that dance floor before she leaves!”

Your friends all moved your blushing self, to the dance floor. Even if the spot you were on was across from the otherside of the bar where the girl was chatting, your friends kept on slowly ushering you to cross the dance floor little by little. Honestly, you were still too shy to really dance and most of the songs were mid, so you shimmied awkwardly for a while in your spot, before scooting a bit towards the other side and over again. 

Once you were a little more than halfway through the dance floor, you could get a better look at her. She was still turned around facing the bartender and trying to balance a toothpick on the bar counter, while her friend holding what seemed like a piece of bent junk metal, that kinda looked like a taco, tried to win an arm wrestling contest with the darked hair and buff version of Kurt Cobain. You started to be relieved since she hadn’t seen you awkwardly moving through the dance floor, when all of a sudden, your favorite song came on. You quickly turned to your friends behind you and squealed in excitement with them. In the group chat, you guys had bet that they weren't gonna play this song since it was too obscure. You forgot about the attractive blond women sitting on a stool on the bar for a second and let yourself be consumed by the music. Jumping and singing with your friends to the beat of the song, holding your drinks in one hand and the other holding your friend’s hand as you all enthusiastically danced and sang to the music. Your friend holding your hand, stops for a second to spin you on the dance floor, your friends cheering you on. 

You spun, nearly spilling your drink, arms above your head, hair whipping in the air

And then you saw her.

Her eyes and yours meet through the haze of colored lights and crowded bodies.

Leaning back against the bar, one hand wrapped around her glass, the girl tilted her head ever so slightly, mid-sip. The overhead lights kissed her cheekbones, catching in her eyes, hazel, but not just hazel. They were smoldering gold and forest fire, warm and dangerous all at once. Eyes that didn’t just look at you, they studied you. 

You finished being spun by your friend and tried to regain your balance. Had she really looked at you? You turned around to the bar, once again making eye contact with her. Her eyes seemed to be undressing you slowly. 

She crossed her legs and lowered her drink, her lips curved into the ghost of a smile, subtle and knowing.

Heat runs up your face and you turn around immediately to your friends, who had noticed the little moment between you two. They’re all grinning like they already know how this night ends, and it’s not with you sleeping alone.

“Oh my god, she looked right at you,” one of your friends gasps, grabbing your arm like you might float away if they don’t anchor you.

“I can’t,” you whisper, shaking your head as you try to cool the fire blooming across your cheeks. “She’s too much, I can't!” you say. 

“Omg! The way she was looking at you? Like you were a dessert.”

You glance over your shoulder, just once, and instantly regret it. She’s still there. Still stupidly gorgeous. Her lips brushing the rim of her glass and you swear her eyes flick up again. Or maybe you're imagining it. You're panicking too much to know. 

“I’m not going over there, I’ll combust!”

“Then good thing you’ve got us,” your friend says, suddenly grabbing your hand.

Before you can protest, your friend’s hands are on your shoulders, gently guiding you through the crowd. You're half laughing and half panicking, nervous as hell. 

Each step makes your heartbeat louder. Every second closer, your thoughts scramble: What do I say? What if I stutter? What if she’s not into me? What if she is?

And then, you’re there. Right in front of her.

And she looks up, eyes gleaming with that same, unreadable warmth. Slow. Curious. Dangerous.

She sets her glass down and leans back just slightly, “Hey.” Her voice is smooth, low, wrapped in a thick Russian accent that hits you like gravity suddenly doubled. It rolls through you, unexpected and ridiculously attractive, sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your knees. For a split second, your brain short-circuits, like you forgot how language works.

After panicking for the millionth time this night, you turn back to look at your friends for help, they are already scrambling away, saying something about needing to get a fresh breath of air. You are for sure gonna beat them up later. 

Defeated and nervous, you turn and look at the woman in front of you, she is wearing a black leather jacket with padding on the elbows and shoulders. Why would anyone wear something like that to the club? Not that you were complaining, cause she looked absolutely lethal and divine. 

She notices your confused expression and says “ah, don’t mind my outfit and” she points at her face, “this, I just came back from umm work, what’s your name?”

Her tone seemed to hint that “work” was something secretive, so you didn’t ask any further. “Um it’s fine, I’m y/n, what’s yours?” You took a seat next to her at the bar, putting down your drink. Her friends hadn’t even realized you had taken a seat, they were too busy arguing, something about the cost of a coffee machine. 

She turned to you, looking up for a second, hesitating, before replying “it’s Yelena. Quite the show you were putting on out there on the dance floor, huh?”

You smiled “yeah, my friends threw me in there for the most part.”

“Really? And what was the other part that got you to dance so hot I started wondering who you were trying to impress?”

You sat there stunned, caught somewhere between laughing and forgetting how to breathe. Her voice wrapped around you like velvet, that damn accent making every word hit harder. You tried to think of something clever to say, but your heart was running at one hundred miles per hour. So instead, you glanced down at your drink, smiled shyly, and said, “Would it be too much if I said... maybe you?”

You looked towards her, her smile deepened, slow and electric. She must have known what she was doing to you. 

“How about I offer you a drink?” She asked. “What would you like?”

“How about I get a shot of what you're drinking?”

“Are you sure sweetheart? It’s vodka…” she raises her eyebrow at you. You smile back and nod, “it’s fine I haven’t had vodka in a while, might be good to have another try at it.” While it was true that you hadn’t drank vodka in a while, you felt like you needed a shot of something strong for confidence if you were gonna be talking with this woman for sometime.  

Yelena turned towards the bartender and ordered two shots of vodka. While the bartender served them up, she asked you “so, what brings you here to this club y/n?”

You looked down and fixed your dress, which was starting to ride low, pulling up the neckline and fidgeting with the hem, pulling it down. “Well, I haven’t gone out in some time to the club and tonight seemed like a special night, so now I’m here.”

She looked down at your dress, seeming to notice how you adjusted it “You look beautiful,” she said, her gaze flicking back to your eyes. “But it’s that spark in your step that made it impossible not to look twice at you on that dance floor.”

You couldn’t believe it. Was she really hitting on you??? ”Oh um thank you, I just really liked the song that came on”

She handed you your shot, “oooh yeah, that song is pretty good, I have no idea why clubs never play it”

“I know right! I mean, if they hadn’t played it, you probably wouldn’t have noticed me singing and dancing so hard, you know.” You took the small glass and eyed it for a second. 

“Well then, good thing they finally got the playlist right tonight, ’cause if they hadn’t, I might’ve missed the girl stealing the spotlight without even trying.” She clinked her glass gently against yours, her smile just a little crooked, a little dangerous. “And that would’ve been a damn shame.” 

She downs the shot and you do too. Please God, let this give me the confidence I need right now to just even look at her in the eyes you think. 

“Okay then, so why are you here?” you point to her friends ranting behind her, and “I’m guessing those are your colleagues?” 

She fidgets with her drink looking down, “oh well, we just finished a job and we needed something to relax before going home,” she turns around glancing rather disgusted at her friends who were chanting “one more, one more!” while the dark haired guy with a pissed off look on his face pulled out his wallet and told the bartender to get another round.

She turned back to you and signed, “and yeah, unfortunately those are my colleagues.”

You laughed, “Alright, I was worried one of them might be your boyfriend or something”

She burst out laughing, “My boyfriend? Please, if I had that bad of taste, I’d have bigger problems than my stupid coworkers.” She smirked, taking a slow sip of her drink. “No, I’m very much available… in case that’s what you were hoping for...”

“Maybe I was…”

“What about you?” she asked, looking up at you inquisitively.

“I’m open too” you say leaning a bit closer to her, that vodka must have been doing something to you, because you leaned a bit closer and with half lidded eyes that moved down her face from her eyes to her full lips. 

She licked her lips slowly, her tongue just grazing the corner of her mouth, before running her hand through her tousled blonde hair. Her fingers moved with lazy purpose, combing back the strands and letting them fall in a deliberately messy cascade behind her ear. The motion was effortless, sensual, like she knew exactly what it was doing to you. Her gaze never left yours as she leaned in just a touch closer, her voice low and thick with implication.

“Perfect, cause I wasn’t thinking of going home alone tonight.”

You swallowed hard, heart hammering. “Neither was I.”