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So cute

TABLE TOP CONFESSIONS.

meddling kids pt.2

pairing: yelena belova x fem!reader (requested)

summary: an accidental 1-on-1 dinner with yelena leads to feelings being confessed. (part 2 of this fic!)

warnings: mentions of drinking, anxious reader (self projecting gang!). confessed feelings!

word count. 2.4k | masterlist

The first time, you forgave your teammates for meddling in your crush on Yelena, leaving you alone with her for a movie night that ended with the two of you falling asleep, slumped onto each other. When the morning came, neither one of you said a thing about it. You assumed it was because Yelena didn’t see it as a thing, whereas you couldn’t stop thinking about it for days after. 

Your mind was swarmed with her soft gaze, the feeling of her body pressed against your side, and the way she said you made her feel comfortable. To her, it had to be nothing more than a friendship, a teammate, something nice, but not something to be made into more by your imagination. 

It only made you feel even weirder around Yelena as your crush caused your heart to nearly break through your chest every time she met your eyes or said your name.  You just couldn’t do it, be alone with Yelena, in fear of you saying something that completely threw off the dynamic you and the team had built. 

You had tried to explain that to your other teammates, but they said you were overthinking it and being wildly overdramatic, which wasn’t helpful. 

What also wasn’t helpful was when they decided to meddle for a second time in your love life. 

“I thought we were supposed to leave at seven,” you said, looking around the almost empty living room. You had your shoes and coat on in anticipation of the cool spring weather that waited outside. 

The team had made dinner reservations as a form of bonding, and the only activity they could all agree upon was eating. But only you and Yelena were ready to go. 

She buttoned up her green coat with a shrug. “I don’t know, but they'd better hurry. I am starving.” 

The two of you waited for a couple of minutes before it turned into five, then seven, then ten minutes with no sign of your teammates. Yelena had volunteered to knock on and potentially break into their rooms to see what in the world was taking them so long. When she returned, she wore an annoyed expression and came with no teammates trailing behind with some excuse as to what was holding them up. 

“They left us a note,” she said. 

You furrowed your brows, confused. “A note?” 

Yelena crumbled up the sticky note and tossed it in the trash. “They ditched us again.” 

“For fucks sake,” you muttered. One time was mean enough, but a second time was cruel. 

“Forget their flaky-asses,” Yelena said after a beat. “We shouldn’t let the reservations go to waste, right?” 

Your heart beat spiked, and a familiar nervousness twisted around your body. Being with Yelena and at least one other teammate helped a little to ease your growing, embarrassing fondness for the blonde, but alone, you were nearly helpless. At least last time, you had the buffer of a movie. Dinner was too intimate, left too many spaces for you to say or do something stupid. 

But as she fixed her bag over her shoulder and looked at you expectantly, you couldn’t find your voice to say no. You couldn’t come up with an excuse quick enough, not one that an ex-spy/assassin would believe. 

Silently, you cursed your teammates to hell and back for the second time and nodded in agreement. 

The table had only been booked for two. Ava and Walker were dying first, you decided. You’d kill them and then Alexei, Bucky, and even Bob for going along with their plans. They were all dead to you. 

Yelena whistled lowly as she took a seat. “This place is fancy. You think they’ll have bread? Like, the fancy bread?” 

You set aside your murder plot and laughed lightly, trying to hide your internal panic that would probably cause your heart to give out before the night concluded. Yelena, on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine with your current situation. 

There was indeed fancy bread, and you busied yourself by picking at it and staring at the menu, avoiding the heavy gaze of Yelena from across the table. 

It wasn’t until your drinks arrived and your food was ordered, leaving you with no menu to stare at and nothing else to divert your attention to, that Yelena spoke to you again. 

“Did I do something?” she asked suddenly, catching you off guard. 

“What?” 

Yelena rarely looked worried or upset. There were a few times you saw her as such, and it was always startling. “I don’t know…” she trailed off, playing with her drink’s straw. “I thought we were, like, cool after the team ditched us for the movie night. But lately you’ve been avoiding me and being weird. Are we not friends? It’s okay if we are not. I just thought…you know-” 

You had never seen Yelena ramble before. You almost didn’t want to stop her, but you didn’t want her to keep thinking that you were avoiding her because you didn’t like her or want to be her friend. That was the worst part; you wanted to be her friend terribly. But you were so scared you wouldn’t be able to do that and keep your crush at bay and keep things from being weird. Yet, you had made them weird anyway. 

“Yelena,” you said, cutting her off with a swift shake of your head. “We are friends; we are. I’m not being weird because I don’t want to be around you. I’m not even avoiding you because I don’t want to be around you.” 

She raised her brows in question. “That makes no sense.” 

You groaned quietly so as not to draw too much attention in the nice restaurant. “I know,” you said. “It’s just complicated, ‘Lena.” Your feelings weren’t complicated; they were fairly straightforward, but everything else surrounding them was complicated. 

“Complicated,” she said with a huff and a lighthearted roll of her eyes. “Is it really, or do you just not want to talk to me about it?” 

“A bit of both,” you admitted. 

Yelena was quiet for a moment before she leaned against the table on her elbows. “How about this? I tell you something complicated, and you tell me something complicated. We see if we can figure it out anyway, yeah?” 

Your gut reaction was to reject that idea. You already felt yourself at the edge of a slippery slope, and it seemed like Yelena wanted to push you off of it. Yet, you also felt too deep in to back out. That, and you’d be lying if you said you weren't curious as to what Yelena’s complicated thing was she wanted to tell you. 

“This isn’t where the team had made dinner reservations,” Yelena said, her voice steady. 

You weren’t sure how that was ‘complicated’, just confusing. “What’re you talking about?” 

She sighed. “I may have…lied.” You stared at her, wanting her to continue. “Since we watched that movie together and hung out, just the two of us, I’ve been trying to find an excuse to do it again, but it’s like every time I try to talk to you, you have somewhere to be or something else to do. You run away, basically. So I thought if I set up a dinner as our friends ditching us again, maybe I could actually get you alone for a little bit. Which I know is not, like, the best way I could have gone about it. Trust me, Bucky had some choice words about my little plan, but it’s not like I kidnapped you or something. Just a little white lie, okay? Which, I guess, is not that complicated. I just wanted to tell you sooner rather than later because I do feel a little bad about it.” 

You weren’t sure you had ever heard Yelena talk that much at one time. She was a woman of short replies, drenched in sarcasm or light teasing. Each word felt vulnerable, something she had to really convince herself to say aloud instead of keeping it all bottled up inside, which was what you had been doing since you realized your little crush was a little more than just that. 

“Please say something before I steal the bottle of wine from the table next to us.” 

You weren’t sure what else to do but laugh. Not a laugh like you found her words funny, but more like a laugh of relief. Her admission made you feel a little better, a little more understanding. She set up this whole thing just to hang out with you; she wanted to hang out with you. Platonic or not, that had to mean something. Her admission also made you feel a little less scared of your own rambling feelings that overtook your brain every time you were around Yelena. 

Maybe it was the nice, candle-lit restaurant or the fancy bread, but you became just brave enough to put your own admission out there. If she rejected it, then you’d steal the bottle of wine from the next table over and drown some of your shame. 

“I’ve only been acting weird around you because I…I like you.” 

Your words hung heavy in the air for a moment, just the two of you staring at each other. You felt your heart in your throat and kind of wanted to throw up as the admission of your crush left your mouth, especially as you stared at Yelena’s unmoving expression from across the table. 

“You like me?” she repeated. 

“I really like you,” you said with a sigh, staring at your hands folded on the table. “So much that I can’t even function when I’m around you. You’re just…you. And it drives me crazy, and then I act weird, but I honestly didn’t even think you noticed or cared-”

Yelena cut you off. “Why wouldn’t I care?” 

You shrugged. “Because we’re just teammates, friends by circumstance, and because we have to live together. And I didn’t want to make things weirder by telling you, even though that’s what I’m doing now. I know you don’t feel the same, and I’ll get over it, I just-” 

Once again, she cut you off, a hardening look in her eyes. “How do you know what I feel?” 

Heat rose to your face, even more if that was possible. You almost wished you had some alcohol in your system; maybe that would have made you feel off balance for a better reason. 

“Come on, 'Lena,” you said. “You don’t have to pity me or my feelings.” 

She sat up a little straighter, not breaking eye contact. “I’m not pitying you. Have you stopped to think for a second that maybe I wanted to hang out with you, not just because we’re friends, but because I have feelings too?” 

You blinked. “Feelings…” 

She rolled her eyes, but there was no malice or annoyance in the action, just light frustration. “Yes! Feelings for you. What, you think I’d set up a dinner date for me and Walker because we’re friends? No. I set one up for us because you make me feel…a lot of things. You’re so nice and pretty, and it drives me crazy because every time I try to get close enough to tell you that, you’re running away. Why? Because you assumed I couldn’t have a crush on you too?” 

For a moment, you sat in stunned silence, eyes wide and brain trying to understand every word that fell from her lips. 

You had been so wrapped up in your own head that you didn’t even think of the possibility that Yelena could reciprocate your feelings. It had felt too impossible.

“Yes,” you answered truthfully. 

Her features softened in the low glow of the restaurant. “Well, you are wrong.” Your heart skipped a beat. “I do like you. I like you so much it’s…it’s scary.” 

“I thought you weren’t scared of anything?” you teased, trying to calm your spinning head and heart. 

Yelena laughed as a smile stretched across her face. “You are the exception.” 

“It scares me, too,” you admitted. “I just don’t want to screw anything up.” 

Yelena hesitantly extended her arm toward where your hand rested on the tablecloth. As if she was scared you’d bolt, she ever-so carefully curled her pinky around yours; a small yet intimate touch that made you fuzzy-headed like you’d drown a bottle of wine, warm and smiley.  

“I think we’re already pretty screwed up,” Yelena said quietly. “May as well make the most of it, yeah?” 

You squeezed her pinky and nodded. “I’d like that.” 

“Me too.” 

bonus!

On the walk back from dinner, you held Yelena’s hand, but half expected her to let go by the time the elevator brought you to the main floor of the tower where the team spent most of their time. But as you stepped out of the elevator, she didn’t let go, neither did you. 

“Do I spy with my little Russian eye my girls holding hands?” Alexei said as soon as you two were spotted. Yelena glared at her dad and squeezed your hand harder. 

“And what about it?” she snapped, though with no real bite in her tone. 

Ava met your eye, a smirk on her lips. 

“So, where have you two been all evening?” Walker asked with fake innocence, abandoning the card game he, Ava, and Bob were playing around the coffee table. 

“Out,” Yelena answered casually. “And now we’re going to watch movies in my room.” She tugged on your hand, and you laughed, a giddy feeling drenching you from head to toe at the almost teenage-like antics.

“No funny business!” Alexei called out, laughing heartily at his own words. Once the two of you slipped into Yelena’s room, sharing laughter and movie ideas to probably fall asleep to, the rest of the team remained in the living room. “Ah, young love.” 

From the couch, helping Bob cheat at the card game by looking at Ava and Walker's cards, Bucky shot a look at the two. “See. I told you, you didn’t need to meddle for something to happen.” 

Ava scoffed. “Oh, you think their date just happened on its own?” Bucky furrowed his brows. 

Walker shook his head. “No way, man. We’re the ones who put the idea in Yelena’s head and handed her the phone to make a dinner reservation for two. We get credit for making this happen.” 

In a rare moment of agreement, Ava nodded at the man seated beside her. “Meddling is sometimes the only way to make two idiots realize they’re in love.” 

With a defeated sigh, Bucky settled back into the couch. 

“Hey, Walker?” Bob spoke, a handful of cards in his hands. “Draw four.” 

“God damnit!” 

tagging everyone who requested a part 2 on the og post!

@k1ngbutch, @baylegend6, @modernvenuss, @badl4nder, @tyunminni, @hail-brod

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Here are basically All the panels I could find of Galacta from the marvel rivals comics because she's legit become my favorite character and her design is absolutely Beautiful. So glad they ended up making her the watcher/ Game master of this series because it Lowkey actually fits her pacifist personality, like this is legit feels PERFECT for her, here's to marvel rivals and for basically making her mainstream again 🥂^w^

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it's not that I need a quiet day or a day off exactly; it's that I need a pocket of time that exists entirely outside of linear time as we know it that would allow me to get things done without time passing in the real world, and frankly, I don't think that's too much to ask.

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Please please please don't click those phishing texts

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Imagine jinx as a streamer and a female reader BUT jinx's fans don't know that jinx has a gf and when reader walks into the live the chat goes wild😱😱

𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐌 𝐄 𝐑 ! 𝐉 𝐈 𝐍 𝐗

you’re woken up to the distant shouts of your girlfriend, jinx. you know she’s a streamer, it’s something she kind of flaunts — it’s one of the first things you knew about her. while her content isn’t necessarily the type you’d like, you welcome it nonetheless.

you welcome it until it wakes you up in the middle of the night.

scratchy, high pitched shrieks rattle through your thin walls, and you just know what she’s doing.

you’d both come to the mutual agreement that she has to keep quiet when it comes down to streaming, especially at night.

you roll over, searching for the clock with your fluttering eyes.

2:31AM.

aka far too early to be yelling like this.

groaning, you roll over, grasping at the twisted duvet to unravel it from your legs. the cold floor meets your feet, and you cringe at the sudden shiver shooting up your legs.

using your phones flashlight, you navigate the halls, listening as her voice grows louder and louder.

you swing open the door, not even realising you’d be caught on camera — and there you are, in the distant corner.

“jinx.” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest bitterly. she whips her head around, braids smacking the side of her face with the force.

“sweets!”

“don’t you sweets me, jinx,” you sigh, leaning your weight on the shared doorframe. “you’ve woken me up. again. it’s 2 in the morning!”

you throw your arms up for emphasis, and it’s only then you hear the distant ping, the sound custom to one of jinx’s favourite songs.

‘u never said u had a girlfriend lol’ a $5 donation. your face flushes, and they continue coming in.

‘SHE HAS A GIRLFRIEND????’ $15.

‘lmaoo jinx got the thousand yard stare’ $50.

the live chat is going far too quick for you to read all the comments, but the donation comments are enough to tell you what everyone else has to say.

with a flick of jinx's wrist, she’s gesturing you over. when you hesitate she continues, nodding her head to guide you over. dejected, you saunter over, taking her hand in your own.

“my girlfriend guys!” she beams, taking her hand from your own to squish your cheeks, framing your face to the camera. “aren’t ya jelly? i’m too lucky.”

you swat her away, giggling when she doesn’t let up, pinching your cheeks between her fingers.

“gross.” you scrunch your nose playfully at her.

‘blink twice if ur being held hostage LMAOO’ $1.

of course you blink twice, and that’s enough to convince jinx to balk and shove you away.

“dude, you’re gonna get me demonetized!”

“if that means you’ll come to bed, i’ll take it.” you quip, pinching her cheek back.

zib zib to be cringe is to be free jinx says whilst tucking her hair behind her ear this wasnt proofread btw

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Now THAT centaur is a hear me out, because what the fuck is that??

straight men have beauty standards for men that are completely different than the beauty standards women and gay men have for men and then they get mad when they conform to the beauty standards other podcast bros set for them and women still don’t find them attractive

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Nightmare on Reroll Street: Part 2 | Into the Arcane Launch Cinematic - Teamfight Tactics

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So the gift Powder received from Ekko was a necklace with a blue peony.

And you know me from my Vi and Caitlyn post so of course I'll look up what the flower language of that means and it's the following:

And if you look closely, you can see the profile faces of Ekko and Powder in between the petals

In this reality, the two can't be together, as he wasn't HER Ekko. But Powder still means the world to him.

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Why, Miss Elphaba--look at you. You're beautiful.

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Inverted ballpoint pen drawing!! The first picture is what I drew and the second picture is the inverted final piece

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About ten, fifteen years ago I wrote a story about a guy living in a Capitalist dystopia. His walls, furniture, and tableware are all covered in smart displays. Basically animated wallpaper. It's sold as being able to turn your room or objects into anything - A nice forest view, outer space, a fantasy realm... but the companies that run this stuff keep sneaking ads in.

It gets so bad he's always being woken up by adverts that offer insomnia cures and better bedding that play when he tries to sleep.

So he buys the ad-free tier, and it's great... for a few months. And then he starts getting adverts from 'premium partners'. So he goes up a level... and the same thing happens.

So he jailbreaks his wallpaper and sends all the ad servers to 0.0.0.0 and voila... he can sleep.

Until this SWAT team blows his door off and drag him off to jail. The Ad companies are suing him for loss of revenue for the products he' notionally have bought if he'd watched their adverts, based on some weird 'The average consumer buys X products with an average value of Y' calculation.

The judge is like 'well I dun wanna annoy the sponsors' so he RICO's this guy's house and possessions and sends him to jail.

... which is a nice relaxed non-volent offender jail for the corporately disenfranchised. But because these people have no money... there's no ads and now he's happy because the only place he's free... is in prison.

Which at the time was a bit much and now it's like: Called it.

Elon's suing companies for not advertising because he's losing revenue. He's also cranking the price of Ad Free Twitter. Disney and Amazon play adverts on their paid service when services used to be free because of the adverts... and now you have to pay to watch the adverts or go up a couple of tiers.

And google's going around freaking out about ad-blockers.

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Don't disrespect Galinda like that please

Honestly Galinda is basically just female Mako with how she drove both of her love interests into each others arms.

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im totally fine sane and normal about them

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You cant tell me that while Galinda has a ridiculous amount of hair care and it takes her ages to do, that she isnt both adoring of/fawns over, while also intrigued by Elphaba's hair.

Galinda: what do you MEAN you dont have to brush it every day

Elphaba: if i braid it, i dont have to touch it for *insert amount of days*

Galinda: That is Not Fair OMG

You also can't tell me Galinda would just- leave it be. She ADORES researching about Elphie's hair type and ways to style it, and how to take care of it. Cause Elphie brushes her hair, but Galinda wants to be able to do the same for her.

And Elphaba is almost brought to tears when Galinda starts talking about what she learned because NO ONE has ever taken the time to learn about something like that for her and for her sake before.

Galinda panicking thinking she did something wrong and Elphaba having to explain she's not sad, she's actually just so so overwhelmed with emotion at how much Galinda cares about her.

And so Galinda makes it a habit to help Elphie with her hair, and absolutely ADORES playing with and styling Elphie's hair.

Elphaba likes to sigh and make a huff but actually adores it, and is so in love with the lengths Galinda goes to to learn about and include Elphie in ways no one ever has before.

I fuckin' ADORE this pair