#i watched the trailer like four times lmao

[danielnelsen]

update: peach is doing very well!! she's eating and sleeping normally (sleeping more than normal, really, but that's to be expected)!! after 3 days of not sleeping and a few changes in painkillers, she finally just napped for an hr then, after another day, slept through the whole night (and most of the next day). she's started following all her usual routines again and is very keen to eat! still on some painkillers, but they're not having any horrific side effects anymore

now that im not staying up to keep an eye on her all night (while also dealing with upgrading my computer and my phone and also my sister preparing to go overseas and the dogs barking and howling constantly due to all of the above), i finally got some decent sleep too and slept for about 14 hrs. so today ive got that weird shakiness that i get from sleeping too much, but hey it's better than the whole of the last week

[ghcstpyre]

eddie munson x gn!reader

eddie helps you make your first dnd character.

content: eddie & r are friends, no descriptions of r's appearance, no pronouns used for r, no use of y/n, mutual pining, fluff, mentions of smoking weed

word count: 1.8k

( yes i used the 5e rules for this because i'm lazy, please don't come for me for not being 100% time period accurate lmao )

hellfire club banner by @/strangergraphics

"So I have to roll these dice to determine my character's stats?”

The paper of your character sheet crinkled and Eddie's shitty mattress creaked as you leaned over the Dungeons and Dragons books splayed out between you to reach for the only regular dice apparently used in this game. The Hellfire boys assured you that you'd get to grips with all the different kinds of dice in no time, but you begged to differ.

Eddie had finally convinced you to have a go at playing DnD with him and the other boys from Hellfire. You'd lost count of how many times he'd begged you to give it a try, but it was only a matter of time before you caved to those big, doey, brown eyes of his.

Much to Eddie's delight, the day you finally caved came and you were now in his trailer, sat cross-legged across from him on his bed with sheets of paper, books, dice and pencils cluttering the space between you as he helped you make your character. The faint sounds of W.A.S.P could be heard playing quietly in the background through his record player.

"That's right; roll four of these guys six times and remove the lowest result each time you roll." Eddie explained, dropping the normal dice - or the D6s as he insisted they be called - into the palm of your hand. "Add each roll up and then you can assign them to the stat you want.”

You sat back down, your character sheet crinkling again with your movements, Eddie's black and red ombre dice clutched in your hand. As you prepared to roll them onto the large, hardback Player's Handbook in the middle of the mess of paper, a crease appeared in your brow in confusion.

"But...what if my rolls are, like, really shit?" You asked.

That signature devilish grin crept its way across Eddie's face, paired with that usual mischievous glint in his eyes. "Then I guess you'll just be playing on hard mode.”

You shot him a pointed look and he laughed, that wonderful sound filling up his little bedroom.

"I'm kidding. Obviously if all of them are shitty I'll let you reroll, I'm not a complete sadist."

The furrow in your brow disappeared, instead being replaced by a small, amused smirk as you raised an eyebrow. "You so are."

Eddie gasped and reeled back dramatically, clutching at his chest as if he'd been shot in the heart. You shoulders began to shake as you giggled at his dramatics and that familiar fluttering sensation began to bloom beneath your ribcage while Eddie tried to regain his balance. He leant forward again, his pointy elbows resting on the little parts of exposed knee peeking through the rips in his jeans.

You'd been aware of these budding feelings for Eddie for a few months now. At first you thought the giddy feeling that bubbled within you whenever you saw him was just joy over a new friendship, but as time passed you began to realise that, nope, what you were feeling was actually the beginnings of a crush.

A crush you were very much convinced was unrequited.

Before said crush could get a glance at what you assumed was some sort of lame, lovestruck look on your face, you squashed that fluttering feeling down as best you could and began to roll the dice.

Eddie watched closely as you shook the dice in your hands and rolled for your stats. His chocolate brown eyes studied your face as they usually did when he knew - or was pretty damn sure - you weren't looking. The slope of your nose, the curve of your cheeks, the cute little Cupid's bow in your top lip, and the tip of your tongue that he could just spy poking out from between your lips as you concentrated on adding your rolls up and jotting them down in your doodle-ridden notepad.

A few stray hairs slipped down into your face as you hunched over your notepad and it took all of Eddie's restraint to not reach over and brush them aside to tuck them behind your ear. There were times he thought you harbored the same feelings he'd hidden away, but he'd always had a nasty habit of second guessing himself when it came to people he was attracted to - especially when it came to you.

Eddie was painfully aware of the fact that if he made his feelings known to you and you didn't reciprocate, it would put a strain on his friendship with you, if not ruin it completely. Although Jeff had assured Eddie when he sought out his friend's advice that he was "pretty sure" you liked him back, he was simply too much of a coward to put himself in such a vulnerable position.

It wasn't until you said his name for a third time that Eddie was pulled out from his own messy head and back into his messy bedroom.

"Huh?" He willed the heat rising to his cheeks to kindly fuck off, embarrassed that you'd caught him staring at you.

The corners of your lips quirked upwards as you spied that rosy pink hue blooming across Eddie's cheeks and you automatically reached a hand up to tuck those stray hairs back behind your ear, your eyes flicking back down to your character sheet. You were pretty sure you'd caught Eddie checking you out and just the thought of it being a possibility had your heart thumping hard in your chest.

"Um...I finished rolling. You said I'd want my wisdom stat to be the highest for a druid, right?" You asked, meeting his gaze again.

“Uh, yeah that's right. Gimme a sec,” Eddie chuckled nervously and was quick to grab the Player's Handbook, very much eager to move on from the awkwardness of being caught. He was relieved you didn't seem too weirded-out by it. If anything, if his eyes didn't deceive him, you seemed almost…into it?

He chalked it up to wishful thinking on his part, though Jeff's words did start to ring a little more true than they had done before.

The two of you got to work on building your character - stats, skills, equipment, gold and spells. You were pretty satisfied with everything, save for maybe your Armour Class which left something to be desired.

“Aaand I think all that's left to do is your hit points. You'll want-” Eddie flicked back a page or two in the Handbook. “-Ah, eight plus your Constitution modifier, then for every level above first you can either take a five plus your con, or gamble and roll a D8 for something higher.” His warm, brown gaze rose from the book to meet your own and he cocked his head to the side, some of his unruly dark curls falling in front of his shoulders. “What d’ya wanna do?”

You pondered for a moment before grinning. “Well obviously I've gotta gamble.”

A bright smile broke out on Eddie's face, those familiar little crow’s feet forming at the corners of his big round eyes. If it could, your heart would've leapt out from your chest and right into his hands.

“That's the spirit!” He clapped his hands together and the thick silver of his rings clinked against one another. “But be warned, I won't allow any re-rolls this time so you'll have to take whatever you get.”

You were pretty sure that a D8 was the small, diamond-shaped one. As you reached out to grab the dice, Eddie did just the same. Your hands brushed against one another, sending tingles right up from where your skin touched his, through your body right to the tips of your toes. You heard Eddie's breath hitch and your heart skipped a beat at the tiny little sound.

For a moment it seemed like neither you nor Eddie could - or wanted to - move, and the longer you sat there, frozen, the more you felt your face get hotter and hotter.

Before you could say or do anything, Eddie took your hand and flipped it over so your palm faced upwards, plucked the D8 from its place amongst the plethora of dice and placed it into your hand. When you managed to finally tear your eyes away from your hand in his to look up at him, Eddie's own gaze was already fixated on your face, a small smile on his pink lips and a red hue dusting his pale cheeks.

The corners of your lips twitched upwards as you began to pull your hand away, but Eddie caught it before it could go too far.

“H-Hey, uh…” He stuttered, gathering up his courage. “...I know you only came over here to make your character but, uh, did you wanna carry on hanging out afterwards?” His hand was slightly sweaty, but you didn't mind it. “We could have a smoke, watch a movie and order pizza or something - y'know, if you want to?” His voice cracked halfway through asking. Eddie wasn't a religious guy, but if you rejected his offer he truly would start praying for his shitty mattress to swallow him whole, especially after a his voice cracked like he was fucking 16 again.

It felt like a mini explosion of butterflies had gone off in your tummy. “Really?”

You looked absolutely star struck; raised brows, glittering eyes, pink cheeks and lips slightly parted. The only other time Eddie had seen you with that look on your face was the first time you'd seen him shredding on his guitar and he knew there and then that he was absolutely fucked. Seeing it again now while you were sat just a mere few feet away had him wanting to pull you in by the hand he still held and kiss you.

“Y-Yeah! I mean, my uncle’s working the night shift tonight so we'd be able to chill out without him hanging around. But no pressure or anything, y'know.” He let go of your hand to scratch the back of his head, chuckling nervously.

The word date hung heavy and unspoken in the air between you.

You closed your fist around the D8 sat in your palm and pulled your hand back towards you as you nodded, smiling brightly at Eddie while your heart hammered in your chest with excitement. “No, that sounds really nice. I'm down for that.”

The giddiest grin broke out on Eddie's face and you were sure if eyes could sparkle, Eddie's would've been the source of a golden-brown disco ball effect as the orange light of the sunset shone through the open blinds over his window.

“Cool! Cool cool cool cool.” Was all Eddie could think to say as the adrenaline rush filtered its way through his body. He fiddled with the thick silver ring on his index finger, unable to keep that grin off his face. “So we'll finish this up and I'll roll us a couple of joints then?”

You returned Eddie's grin. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

[oh-three]

The Acolyte S1E7:

Ayyy, we get to see Torbin's personality. Poor guy does not want to be there lmao.

Damn, Sol really was watching Osha and Mae that whole time.

Ohhh, I see what happened. Sol prompted the others into acting out of fear that something bad would happen to Osha and Mae.

They really just waltzed in the main entrance lmao.

It's actually insane how Aniseya tapped into Torbin's mind and not only poked at his triggers and desires, but appeared to him in a vision separate from everything whilst continuing on normally outside of that.

Something, something, the way Aniseya went after Torbin in particular because he was the youngest and most vulnerable.

Gotta admit, he had a good recovery though. In the moment, at least.

Y'know, I'm kinda impressed with Mae's cooperation. I mean, other than the lying during the test part.

So they did figure out that Mae and Osha were artificially born.

TORBIN, CALM DOWN.

Anyway, after seeing how this all ends, I can't say I blame Torbin for taking the poison. He knows he let himself be manipulated, knows he should have tried harder to resist, and so he accepted what he thought the proper punishment was.

Yeahhhh, not surprised at Koril's role in this. Mae's not completely responsible for everyone dying…

The way Mae said that Ascension would make her and Osha leaders of the coven, and the way they're all listening to "her" (actually Koril, fuck her) now.

Aniseya seeing through it anyway ^

The way that Mae realizes she's made a mistake by starting the fire, the way she panics 😭

Aniseya actually foreshadowing the Jedi purge

Oh.

Oh.

That's why Mae hates them so much. Why the fuck wasn't Sol her first target?

And there's why we saw Kelnacca attacking in the trailer. Koril snagged him for a bit, yikes. That's how Torbin got his scar, and why Kelnacca exiled himself.

Indara must've been powerful, the way she drew the darkness from Kelnacca like that. It's kind of impressive how well Mae did against her in episode one.

Also, I think she's Sol's master. I'd thought Vernestra was, but now……he did call her Master, though, like he was looking for comfort from someone he looked up to.

Torbin's eye looks bad 😭

Indara made them lie to the Council. Damn.

And poor Sol over here is the only one of them four alive to tell the whole truth and suffer whatever other consequences there'll be.

Mae really was done dirty from all sides, though, I'll give her that.

[chaifootsteps]

Metallica Anon here responding to Taxidermy Anon's roll call. I'm going to be a little more extensive with my post so grab a snack and a drink. I'm a 31 male and I'm 10 months older than Viv. My story began around November of 2019 when I was (and still am) a member of a forum related to a show that I used to love but completely lose interest in. (If you're wondering what show? Let's just say Blitzø would love it. 😉) Then I noticed a few members had this particular character as their avatars. That character turned out to be Angel Dust of Hazbin Hotel. My curiousity grew and I eventually watched the pilot. I was completely enamored with it. I loved the animation, the characters, the voice acting, etc. Not long after, I began watching Helluva Boss and soon became enamored with show as well. For nearly four years, I was quite emotionally attached to Viv's shows, almost at the level of the cartoons I loved from my childhood. For a while, I thought Hazbin and Helluva could be some of the greatest cartoons in history. Unfortunately, as Phil Collins once sang, something happened to on the way to Heaven.

Actually, three things happened. I'll explain each one.

The Long Wait for Hazbin Hotel: I don't know how or why I managed to hold on for so long, but I did. I've endured HH's signing to A24 in 2020, the voice actor replacement debacle in 2021, and the character "redesigns" in 2022. I remember in November of '22, I had two things to be excited for in '23: the new Metallica album in April and Hazbin in the summer. (At least one of the things happened.)

To occupy my mind, I binge watched a cartoons until Hazbin would air, which I assumed would be as early as June. When June came, a lot of us were expecting at least a trailer. What did we get?  A cheap Angel Dust picture! I think this is when my hype for HH began to deflate. Then in July, Viv announced HH would be delayed due to the WGA/SAG strikes. At first, I thought the reasons were understandable, but then found out A24 can promote their stuff during the strikes. This made me feel suspicious on what’s going on. Once summer ended, I officially gave up on Hazbin Hotel… then the trailer came out with a release date, which is JANUARY 2024!

Did the trailer reignite my interest? HAH! No! I’m wasting any more time waiting for this shit! But that’s not the only reason…

The Decline of Helluva Boss: Up until this year, I loved Helluva Boss. I enjoyed the shenanigans of Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona. I would always find some enjoyment in every episode, even the bad episodes like “CHERUB” and “The Circus.” However, Helluva had long waits between episodes ranging from two to six months. Yet somehow, I endured because at least new episodes were coming out.

Then came the episode “Exes and Oohs.” I hesitated to watch it at first as some previews and clips I saw turned me off. Then I finally watched the full episode… and I absolutely hated it! Unlike the previous bad episodes of HB, I did not find ANY enjoyment in this episode. Then came the episode “Western Energy “and the same happened again. Hesitated to watch at first, finally watched it and absolutely hated it. I began to question myself on why I am I still watching this. Finally came the episode “Unhappy Campers,” and that episode was the final straw for me. That episode made me so angry that I wanted to smash my head into my laptop. Three strikes, you’re out!

Ever since that damn episode, I swore off Helluva Boss. I have not watched a new episode or even rewatched an old episode. It also got me thinking if HB’s writing is this bad, I believe HH’s writing will be just bad or worse. Now let’s get to the source of the shit…

Viv’s True Colors: For a long time, I did not know very much about Vivienne Medrano, her history, or who see really is. I simply viewed her as a regular person who somehow found success in independent animation…

Then came spring 2023 when I learned of the ErinFrost and KenDraws allegations against her by Ayy Lmao’s YouTube videos. Those allegations really got me thinking and my views of Viv began to change. Later in the summer, I began using my abandoned Tumblr account and I stumbled upon the Viv Critical community… and learned everything awful about Viv. Not only is Viv awful, so is her fanbase. I can honestly say that the VivziePop fanbase is probably the most toxic I have ever been in… and this is coming from someone who was apart of another infamous fanbase back in the 2010s. I mean, I have never seen a creator that encourages their fans to attack and send deaths to anyone who has even the slightest bit of criticism.

*sigh* This post has gotten too long so I’m gonna wrap it up. Fuck Viv, she’s a leper messiah. 🖕

-Metallica Anon 🤘

That was a great story, Metallica Anon. Sucks that it had to happen, but if it had to, glad you found your way here!

[kuriboo]

hey have you seen the Nintendo direct today & if so how ya feelin

I saw some tweets earlier so I knew a bit of what I was getting into but I just watched it and HOLY FUCK MAN.................

under the cut i'll scream about everything i'm excited about! but this is one of the best directs of all time! this is SUPER long sorry but please know i am SO HAPPY this is one of hte best directs of all time i think

I WAS SO WORRIED MARIO AND LUIGI AS A SERIES WAS DEAD ;; I'M SO HAPPY IT'S COMING BACK!!! IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ART STYLE, THE GAMEPLAY! IT'S MARIO AND LUIGI!!!! I'm SO EXCITED!!! I'm behind on this series I still need to play dream team (I should probably start it over at this point, I have this digitally it came on my original 3ds and I've transferred it between systems twice now) and paper jam (I OWN THIS SOMEWHERE but my stuff is in disarray from room renovations...I'll find it some day) but I'M SO EXCITED! FOR BROTHERHOOD!

I'm more excited for the Dragon Quest remakes than I thought I'd be! I saw they were being remade and I was like okay yeah sure...this already was released on switch my brother already owns these...but this remake actually looks way better than the previous release on switch! I'm into this! I'm down for this!! It looks a lot better! I beat dq1 a while back, I need to restart dq2 because I haven't played it in so long... and I was just told I should've started with dq3, which I haven't played, LMAO so

Super Mario Party Jamboree...a third Mario Party on Switch! I'm excited for the return of Western Land, I'm excited for another Mario Party, I love Mario Party it's a longtime family favorite (though we barely played any between 3 and super, we have super and superstar on switch though) so anytime there's new Mario Party content I'm happy! I think I would've preferred an update/dlc of superstars, but...I can see why it's not! I'd like to play this online with family! I'm just a little scared at the possibility of not being able to play with pro controllers again...joy con exclusive gameplay is scary

ECHOES OF WISDOM! FEMINISM WINS! I saw screenshots of this on twitter but oh the trailer has me so hyped.... ZELDA SAVING LINK LETS GO........ I LOVE ZELDA'S OUTFIT AND HER FAIRY COMPANION AND MAGIC LOOK SO COOL! This is gonna be so fun to play. And I'll probably be a lot less anxious playing this than botw/totk since there shouldn't be weapon durability? so this might end up being my favorite switch zelda pretty easily lol. I'VE WANTED PLAYABLE ZELDA FOR SO LONG I LOVE THIS

Hello Kitty game I might pick up depending on the price.... it looks cute!

The Looney Tunes game looks so funny I kinda wanna play it SPACE JAM!!!!!!!!!

I'm probably not gonna get Luigi's Mansion 2 HD anytime soon but I LOVE LUIGI HE'S MY GUY HE'S THE DREAMBOAT THE GOAT THE DREAMGOAT.... I've never played any Luigi's Mansions though! I think I have 2 on 3ds but again, I'm not sure where it is.... Idr if we have 3 or not? We might? I'd like to play a Luigi's Mansion game someday but it's not my biiiiiggest priority. As much as I love Luigi, I love him so so so so much, but without ever having played it, I have this nervousness that I might not like the Mansion series...

I WISH I HAD EXPANSION PACK I WANNA PLAY FOUR SWORDS SO BAD

I have been screaming about the ace attorney investigations collection ALL DAY dude. This games have SUCH a good story (I've only watched playthroughs) so I'm excited to play them myself!!! The fantranslation has definitely impacted a bit of my excitement though. The name changes in particular... Verity Galile is honestly a good name, Eustace Winner is growing on me (I'm worried what they're changing Blaise to...), but Eddie Fender............I'm sorry but that is RAYMOND SHIELDS i DO NOT like the name eddie fender i CANNOT get behind it sorry.... BUT THE STORY OF THESE GAMES MAN I'M SO EXCITED!!! I JUST GOT THE APOLLO JUSTICE TRILOGY FOR MY BIRTHDAY (a couple of months late, but, uh, extenuating circumstances led to my dad keeping forgetting to order it, i am not mad) so i wanna play that before AAI and I STILL NEED TO PLAY THE GREAT ACE ATTORNEY COLLECTION TOO..... BUT MAN I LOVE ACE ATTORNEY I'M SO EXCITED I WANTED TO CRY

metroid prime 4! i still need to get into the metroid series (i need to give it another try, i haven't been able to get myself to really enjoy it yet) but i'm excited for metroid fans! this is such a long time coming...and now it's so close! the graphics look really good! i don't have much else to say about this one.

AND MAN

OH

MAN

THE UNEXPECTED GOAT

I DIDN'T SEE THIS GAME BEFORE WATCHING THE DIRECT BECAUSE NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT

BUT OH MY GOSH

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NEW PHANTOM BRAVE GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love phantom brave SO SO SO SO MUCH i wanna CRY i'm SO SO SO HAPPY!!!!! ASH AND MARONA ARE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEVER EVEN THOUGHT WE MIGHT GET ANOTHER PHANTOM BRAVE! IT WASN'T EVEN A HOPE BECAUSE I JUST DIDN'T THINK IT COULD EVER HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

idk about the mech part that's gonna have to grow on me but YOU CAN FUSE CHARACTERS WITH MARONA AND GIVE HER CUTE NEW OUTFITS???????????????????????????

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PHANTOM BRAVE PHANTOM BRAVE

when this came up in the direct i literally could not stop stimming and shaking i SCREAMED i am SO SO HAPPY

i think i'm more excited for htis game than anyone else because literally no one that i've seen is talking about it but!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[unclewaynemunson]

okay, okay, OKAY! but now i have this thought of the whole crew hanging out around the trailer one day. Wayne, Scott, Eddie, and Steve. it's one of those hot summer days type thing, nothing unbearable but enough to have them not wanting to do much. for whatever reason, reminiscing starts. these are four guys with four VERY different high school experiences. It comes up that Steve's the only one who really attended school dances. the munson men didn't have an interest in going (though buried deep in everything is a prom picture of way, it's very uncomfortable and adorably vintage, no one will ever see it). scott wasn't ever invited. neither was eddie but he'd rather claim disinterest in conforming and all that. except steve's there sort of talking about how dumb the whole thing is. how you always think it's going to be fun but it ends up drama filled, your date WILL cry in the bathroom and you won't know why. fights are going to try to break out everywhere. and sadly no one actually tries to spike the punch like the movies say. which would be fine if two thirds of the men he was saying this too weren't wishing they went. just went alone and had fun and experienced all this or watched everyone else suffer. instead they were at home with their various hobbies sort of things. scott is the only one that voices it really. that soft and hopeful like "I still would have gone if I'd been asked" or something similar. everyone's heart breaks a little for different reasons and wayne, being wayne, offers a swift change of subjects to help scott feel a little better and not dwell on that all too much.

That night, eddie and steve go back to steve's and they're sort of talking about it, of course they are, and eddie's digging his heels in deep that he'd never want to go to one. but not at all buried under anything both steve and eddie are romantic. maybe a little alternative in that romance but boy are they. so while steve things dances are a dumb tradition and eddie would never conform in such a way, they hatch a little plan to give scott and wayne a school dance.

sure all it is is the trailers living room done in crepe paper and fairy lights but they put their whole heart into it and eddie made a tape of songs they would have had and tells each of them to dress as nice as possible, they're going out to dinner to celebrate. only it's a trick.

wayne grumbles and complains about the tacks in his walls and this is for children, gruff, gruff, gruff. complain, complain, complain. scott lets him go, he waits it out, and when the coast is clear he says something to the extent of "We never got to do this right back then, why not now?" and wayne's a sucker to that wide eyed optimism (and definitely doesn't think scott has a good point lol). so while eddie and steve go off to hellfire and then dinner, scott and wayne dance around the living room and drink the cheap punch the bowls left in a mixing bowl on the counter. They play the tape twice through and make lots of jokes about kissing behind the bleachers. mixed in with jokes about their joints cracking when they move.

and maybe, juuuuuust maybe by the end of the night wayne admits he would have liked to be able to do this in high school and he kind of, sort of had a bit of fun tonight. but don't get any ideas. they're not having childish dates all the time, just this once.

(that got way longer than i expected, I'm not sorry but I hope you at least enjoy lmao)

anon i am going FERAL i love this?? so much???

steve and eddie plotting some romance, old men getting to rewrite their past together, the whole grumpy one / sunshine one dynamic that i love most about clarkson... and then the lil joke at the end about their joints lmao i love when they're being old men. *slaps roof of this fic* this bad boy can fit so many of my favorite tropes in it. forehead kiss for you!!

[eviltiddyproductions]

Destined With You : Episode 9

one thing about my sister, she’s going to land in situations that are horror movie adjacent

sister GET OUT OF HERE !!!!

girl will you start running when the shadow catches up to you 💀? get up !! run !!!!

second male lead I have my eyes on you 🤨! you were wearing a hoodie the last time too she got chased!

lmao the second time in this show a man has had to change the lights

damn didn’t the boss have a blind date? 😭 not him moving things

lmao not the ramen line still doing the rounds

honestly he’s real for this! I’m super appreciative of people who ask before hugging or kissing! 🙏

girl we’re on episode 9, while I appreciate them trying to give this couple screen time I still have no idea what lore we’re working with in general (with all of the past stuff from the joseon era + that cheating fiancée) like we’ve got things to unravel over here !!!

I know the mom might be a little uninvolved and ditzy but I do not care about our man’s dad at all. Like you can’t hide his disease from his own mom?!? 😭 plus what even is going on with him and his family lol. the only time his dad interacts with him is to ask him about his marriage or his disease and he ignores his mom. other than that I have no idea what’s going on with them.

my memory is so garbage like until some other character calls them by name I have no idea what my people are called

what’s going on with my girl omg 😨 take her to a hospital!!! she was about to pass out while being chased too

aaah she’s suspicious of him too! ( a first considering the dramas I’ve watched 💀)

these damn blackouts 😭😭😭

girl call that man downstairs or call the police !!!!

oh just a nightmare

all of that nonsense from his dad to not make a fuss just to stand and argue over Sin yu’s head 💀 (I’m sorry I’m about to be his biggest hater)

oh wow because of the week long break even I forgot that the last person our man met was that creepy gardener

awwww they look so sweet. I want to push and squish them next to each other

I don’t know what’s worse them not remembering someone is after them taking pictures or the weirdo we have no idea about clicking pictures 😭

lmao his fiancée said idc 💅💅💅

how many white dresses does my sister have

what are these shoes Nayeon 😭😭😭

aaah so this gardener has been busy hexing them

the camera zoom ins on this show are so random

I have an ominous feeling

these fireworks are gorgeous

I gotta check if someone named Lyn is on their soundtracks because I just got tale of the nine tailed flashbacks

the slo mo walk on the bridge

the trailer hug !!! except it’s in the present era

awww he loves her (please break up with your fiancée already)

wait was the lady in the sack this kid’s mom or our girl in her past life?

oh must be this little girl

for the first time I’m thinking horse riding must be so fun and freeing 😭

not him travelling through the four seasons!?!

you don’t have to walk slow we already know you two!

awwww the red cheeks 🍎🍎🍎

damn it’s already over ?!!!

this one was a slow sweet watch, woah. I do need them to pick up the pace though 😂 like tell us what’s going on with our babies 😭 !!! every episode the creepy confusing people keep increasing but the context doesn’t.

[mrs-gauche]

At last, the synopsis of volume 4 of "The Missing" is out (the final volume!) and I have a few thoughts! (Do NOT read further if you haven't read the preview of volume 1 yet and don't want to get spoiled! 🙂)

(Here's my comment/speculations on the previous three synopses btw, of which a lot has actually already been answered/debunked by the first five pages of the first volume. lol)

Ok so, first things first: Hey, looks like Solas is apparently NOT at the White Spire after all! 😂 So much for people's speculations. lol What's kinda funny to me though, is how Varric and Harding, instead of (what we suspected) going further east, seem to go all way back to Tevinter now, to get to the capital. lol Let's hope the long journey wasn't completely for naught then. Though what's up with this seemingly never ending "cat-and-mouse" game here? 😂 You think that maybe Solas knows about them searching for him and has been purposefully leading them astray this whole time? lol

"After many close encounters and more signs of a Venatori stalking them (...)"

So, for anyone who has read the preview of volume 1, were you also instantly reminded of the shadowy person seen in the last panel? Especially with how it mentions "many close encounters", I think it's very likely that this could refer to whoever was already watching them while walking the Deep Roads? Hmm..

"This time, it seems they're hot on his heels"

(See, it's funny because Solas doesn't like wearing shoes lol)

So, after Varric and Harding couldn't track down Solas in neither the Deep Roads, Vyrantium OR the Arlathan Forest, he has now apparently hit the big city.

Remember how we kept joking about Solas just going to Tevinter and walking the streets of Minrathous completely unrecognized, when most of Tevinter doesn't actually know what he looks like (as far as we know)? lmao Well, joke’s on us? 😂 So, who in Minrathous, aside from maybe Dorian, would even be able to "spot" him then? lol Watch Solas pull another "Bard" on us and disguising himself as the most ridiculous Venatori Lord Anus McEvilus. lol So, what's Solas doing there? And who is this "trusted informant"? I think the most obvious answer here would be Dorian? Perhaps even Mae (we know her and Varric are super close! 👀👀)?

"The duo find they have a tough decision to make - and they'll need to make the right call fast."

Alright, so why the urgency now? And what does this "tough decision" entail? Seeing as this is the final volume of this comic that has been marketed to directly tie into the plot of DA4, what's interesting to note here is that, with Antoine and Evka now making an appearance in volume 1, it seems as though every faction shown in the 2020 teaser trailer and the concept art will feature in each volume now, meaning the Wardens (Evka and Antoine) in volume 1, the Crows (Teia and Viago?) in volume 2, the "Veil Jumpers" (Irelin and Strife?) in volume 3 and now, back in Minrathous, a Tevinter... Siccari in volume 4 then? Or maybe one of the guys in this short story? Seeing as the short stories from DA Day 2020 also all happen to perfectly line up with the four factions in the comic/teaser/concept art? 👀

It definitely raises the chances for these four factions to be potential "career paths" for our new protagonist and maybe the "tough decision" involves Varric having to choose which of these factions to contact in order to further pursue Solas or something (or what if that decision is then left to the players at the start of DA4 and we get to choose which of those four factions will be part of our "origin story"?)

And btw, can I just mention how my initial speculation over a year ago or so, was that one of those four factions would be part of an infiltration mission at the start of the game for our next protagonist (who is actually a Lord of Fortune) hired by Varric in order to obtain vital information about the red lyrium idol? 😂 If this turns out to be the case somehow, I'll eat my hat. lmao

Anyway, while I have read the preview of volume 1 (and I already have a ton of thoughts on this as well!), I would like to wait for the full volume to come out on the 25th to post a comment and cover the whole thing. That being said, I can't wait to read all of it, seems very promising so far! 😁

[ryansjane]

And what you think about new ship Ohm? I see fan accout OhmNanon go crazy and others fans. They talk they need to know what happen and that OhmNanon owe them an explanation.

Film have a GL! With Natman. Im not interesing in her show with Nanon but "Pluto" and "Ploys YearBook" can be very interesing.

JossGawin i read about this on your tumblr. And I was surprised when it turned out to be true. Mond are there too as a vampire?!

​TayNew new series with AGAIN JAN!🤍 "On Sale" that will be have a comady vibe. They are happy they have a BL.

"Ploy's YearBook" also have a fine cast.

I think "We are" can be really good. New ships SatagaWinny and AouBes (AouBoom) idk what a name of these two 🤣.

"Only Boo!" I don't have opinion about this.

"Ossana's Love Thailand" was a trailer for that? Idk, i don't remeber. EarthMix again in BL.

"Summer Night" again i don't have a opinion about that. But what u think?

"High School Frenemy" and AJ, JJ, View, Nani, Kay mambers of "Home School", trailer give me little vibe of "Home School". ViewJune i think they also will be a shipp in this show.

"My Love Mix-Up" GemFourth again tgt.

"Enigma 2" ee, im a little confused.

Today I can say more. What series for you are intersing?

lmaoooooo, personally I don't care for ohmnanon & especially not ohm after what he's done. good for him that he's find a new bl ship to leech off of like he's done his whole career I guess 🤷‍♀️ delusional fans trying to revive a dead ship will always kill me :')))

the namtanfilm gl is truly incredible & I'm also very excited for ploy's yearbook, more female-led shows please I need it!!!

I cannot believe all 3 rumors I heard about became true djsighudshui, I already knew not to doubt gmmtv fans bc their rumors are almost always true but OMG! so hyped for jossgawin, I'm already obsessed with them!!!

the taynew show looks so fucking ridiculous & fun, I love it! I'm sure it'll be a great time, and I like all four mains!

ossan's love with earthmix has me dead 💀 first of all leave that show in the past, but also I really don't think earthmix have it in themselves to be this silly lol. honestly I'm just glad they didn't give this to offgun EVEN THOUGH they would actually be perfect as haruta & maki lmao.

summer night is so damn confusing, and I hate the queerbaiting in the trailer by making phuwin & dunk kiss when it's just a straight show lol. if they really wanted to attract the bl fangirls, why not make the side couple with java kiss in the trailer instead?

high school frenemy looks so damn gay but I know it's gonna be as frustrating as midnight museum bc they're gonna make it a bromance. if I get viewjune in this too though??? I will watch just for them lol. and the incredible cast. but watch this trailer & tell me sky's character isn't in love with nani. AND WHY ARE THEY HOLDING HANDS AT THE END??? the show hasn't even started airing, and I'm already frustrated by it 😭

xxx

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Ok! Basically, I’m from an AU (kind of) that’s mostly based on like, 2020 fandom stuff and the fnaf content made by Nightcove like I said (particularly around the time of the winter trailer for Vanessa: Into Madness.)

If you imagine the stereotypical Vanny design from 2020-ish, something like this

That’s me! It’s what I look like in system (though I have blue eyes) and what I looked like in my memories/the canon I come from. I never was romantically interested in or involved with Malhare though. I actually hated him so fucking much. He was super abusive lmao

I was actually kind of romantic with Vanessa, because I was… completely fucked up in the head and couldn’t take no for an answer while on a weird disguised murder spree. I followed her around a lot. She ended up being a suspect for the murders I committed, but just because we both had the same name.

Gregory I think was about nine, ten, maybe eleven? I don’t think I knew him, I forget how I learned his name- probably through Vanessa. I don’t think he had a home, and if he did, it wasn’t a very good one. He didn’t have anyone to look after him. Just Vanessa and Glamrock Freddy.

Glamrock Chica was on his side as well as the Daycare Attendant at first, and I was the one who split Eclipse into Sun and Moon and corrupted Moon, then corrupted Glamrock Chica once I figured out how to hack into the “sun” animatronics (Freddy, Chica, Sun.) I… literally gave Eclipse DID. Oops.

I don’t remember how any of it ended, but I remember reconstructing Glitchtrap/Malhare into something like that weird rabbit amalgam from Princess Quest.

I had access to Eclipse’s security cameras, which was how I found Gregory in the first place- he hid in the daycare and I found him through Eclipse, then split him into Sun and Moon and sent Moon after him.

I may have also sent Sun after him at some point, and I… did a number on Glamrock Freddy.

The whole place I remember being a lot brighter and more well-lit than it was in canon, and it looked a lot more like a normal building, like they’d repurposed a mall into a restaurant complex.

I have one very specific memory of being dressed in my mask and armed with a knife, standing on a skylight above the roof and just watching in, like I was waiting for something. I don’t remember what. Probably the command from Malhare to strike.

I think I killed… five, four kids? All really little. I don’t remember what happened to them, and unfortunately I don’t know that I will because canon material is entirely unhelpful in making sense of my weird, like, pseudo-memories. It’s like a whole life I never actually lived, not really represented everywhere except for in 2020 gacha videos lol

Ohh, that actually sounds really interesting, and the giving Eclipse DID followed up with just "oops" made me laugh a bit, I'm sorry-

[four-am-fanfiction]

everyone SHUT UP everyone shut the FUCK up THIS IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS

[tasmpeter]

🍓𓂅⋆ fuck it, i love you

sequel to trash magic. also works as stand alone.

— pairing: dilf!adrian chase x wife!reader

— summary: you love your husband. the father of your children. but sometimes, when christopher smith is around, he acts like a fucking idiot. (follows the events of peacemaker season one)

— warnings: light smut (fingering, oral - male receiving, too much of the word cock — like a lot im sorry —, mentions of piv), mentions of torture (electrocution to the balls, cutting off half of pinky toe), mentions of violence, mentions of injuries, hurt and comfort, canon typical violence, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, anxiety, idiots in love, reader is the founder, president, and chairmen of the adrian chase defense squad. 18+ minors dni.

— authors note: so here is what happens when you hyperfixate on dilf!adrian/husband!addian. i think this also the longest one shot i’ve ever posted so.. slay. i might continue this series of dilf!addian/husband adrian and sweet with little one shots here and there (so send requests in if you have any for them!) also, this is not the best written so i apologize lmao. there is probably a lot of timeline issues, but let’s ignore that. enjoy!

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The first person to know Christopher Smith was back in town was Adrian Chase. The Chase Family's residence just so happened to be next door to Peacemaker's Patriotic trailer. (The home was way too small for three children and Adrian didn't plan on stopping after three kids). It had been almost three years since you and Adrian had gotten married and you already had three kids. Aurora  Louise Chase was born nine months after your honeymoon. She resembled Adrian more, with curly brown hair and big green eyes, but that the feisty personality of her mother. Anakin Christopher Chase was the youngest sibling — so far — and was only born four months ago. (You got to name the girl, and Adrian got to name the guy. That was the deal, unfortunately). While you had been adapted to motherhood since you were sixteen, all the new additions to the Chase family made your heart grow fonder. Silas had officially been adopted by Adrian after the wedding, and Silas has really taken a liking to his new father figure. He was eight years old now and was settling into his big brother role well. He loved his siblings and he loved Adrian. Wherever you are, Adrian is, and wherever Adrian is, Silas is. Everyone following each other around like a lost puppy.

You didn't know how Adrian would adapt to the father life. Well, you had some idea. He was great around Silas and really bonded with your son — their son. But, you were still nervous to see how he would react around an infant. Like you expected, it took Adrian some time on rocking Aurora to sleep after she had been crying her eyes out for hours. He got frustrated easily and you had to constantly reassure him that he was a good parent. He still went out as Vigilante. However, not as frequently and less likely to come home with a knife wound to the torso. Silas learned awhile ago that Adrian was Vigilante after he was snooping for his Christmas presents. (That was an interesting conversation about how sometimes good people do bad things). Another side affect of Silas being obsessed with Adrian? He loved Peacemaker. He worshiped the ground he walked on. Adrian and Silas would often have fangirling fits over something cool Peacemaker did once. It was irritating.

The day Christopher Smith arrived back in Evergreen after four years, you were in the kitchen washing dishes. You had been humming along to whatever cartoon theme song Adrian, Silas, Aurora, and Anakin had been watching. It was a very cute moment. Adrian was holding Anakin in a little blanket over his chest. Aurora was sat in her older brothers lap, and Silas had his arm leaning against Adrian. You loved the moments like these, where you get the feeling you have everything you've ever wanted.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a yellow taxi pull up to your neighbors house, something that hadn't happened in years. When you saw the large man come barreling out of the car in just his underwear, you couldn't help but laugh. You called out Adrian's name. He tore his eyes from the tv screen. (They were watching Adventure Time, because Adrian claimed it to be the best animated media of all time). You ushered him over to the kitchen and told him that you just saw Peacemaker. Adrian yelled out a profanity, which caused Anakin to wake up from his nap and Aurora to copy her father. After you managed to get Anakin back to bed and gave Aurora a talking to about copying words that Dad says, Adrian gave you a big smack on the lips in celebration. (The famous butt dance came after, with Silas following his fathers footsteps. Why Adrian taught him that dance? You'll never know).

A little bit after Adrian's celebration, Peacemakers trailer was surrounded once again by law enforcement. Adrian and Aurora watched — they were nosy neighbors — and you had to give a second child a talk about what happens when bad people do bad things. Why are you always having these discussions with your children? Adrian noted that Christopher wasn't being hauled away by the law enforcement — and you could hear the loud rock music of Wig Wham blare out of the trailer. So, Adrian decided to go over to his house tomorrow.

"Why can't I just go over today? I haven't seen him in like — four years — and he probably misses his best friend," Adrian whined as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck.

"He hasn't been home in, like, four years. Let him get settled in first," You said, leaning into Adrian's touch, "And what did I say about your hands, Mister Chase?"

Adrian's hands were currently digging into your ass, and a loose finger had made its way towards your cunt, "Not in front of the kids," He huffed out and withdrew his hands.

When Adrian saw Peacemaker hunched over his bed, he decided this was the fourth best day of his life. (First, was the day he married you. Second was when Aurora was born and third was when Anakin was born). The facial muscle exercises that Chris were doing was a bit weird, but he decided to talk about it with you tonight and see if this was something he should add to his exercise routine.

While helping Chris clean up his trailer, he finally dropped the news he had been dying to share.

"You know," Adrian slotted Inglorious Bastards in its proper place in between Independence Day and John Wick, "I got married while you were in prison. Got myself a wife and kids."

Chris's eyes almost bursted out of his face and he felt his jaw slowly drop, before bursting out in laughter, "You have to be fucking with me."

"No, for real. I know, I'm surprised that she agreed to marry me too, but she's great. My kids are pretty sick, too. We live next door actually!" Adrian exclaimed, slotting more DVD's in on the shelf.

"Oh, god. Do you actually live next door to me?" Chris groaned out, slouching back on the coach and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah! She actually lived there before you went to prison, but we just haven't moved yet. We will probably have to soon, unfortunately. We only have three bedrooms, and I plan to give my wife plenty of more children."

Chris groaned again, "Please don't. We don't need more of you in this world."

Adrian hopped over to the spot on the couch next to Chris, "Do you want to see my kids? They are so cute. I really hit the jackpot."

Chris didn't have enough time to protest before Adrian was shoving his phone into Chris's face, "This is Aurora. She's two. She looks just like her mother. Acts like her too. Always crying, but she is the sweetest girl ever."

The young girl Adrian showed Chris had bright green eyes and curly brown hair. She had food smeared on her face, and was wearing a little pink bow in her hair. Chris could see how this was Adrian's kid. He wondered what the mother looked like.

Adrian swiped the photo to the left and an elementary school aged kid was holding a small baby, "This is Silas and Anakin. I know, I can't believe she let me name my kid after the coolest character ever. Silas isn't mine, well, biologically. I adopted him awhile ago, but she had him while in high school. Anakin is only a few months old, but he's cool as hell. And he loves guns. Every time I bring him shooting appliances, he smiles."

"Please don't tell me you have been shooting shit with your newborn baby."

Adrian laughed, "He has little ear muffs, and I only take him when the misses isn't home. She would kill me if she found out."

A knock on the door broke the conversation. Chris just prayed it wasn't another fucking government agency trying to send him back to jail. When he opened the door, however, he was greeted with a young girl who couldn't be much older than twenty five. Attached to her body, in a Baby Bjorn, was a newborn baby. Standing next to her was the two kids from the photo Adrian had shown him, The older one was holding the little girls hand, and had a huge grin on his face.

"Oh my god! Mister Peacemaker! Mom, you didn't tell me we were meeting Peacemaker! I would have worn my helmet."

Of course Adrian's kid was obsessed with Peacemaker too. How typical.

"Sorry Mister Peacemaker, we are just here for my husband. It's dinner time," You said with a small smile, bouncing the newborn with you chest.

Chris connected all the dots quickly. This was his wife? Vigilante married one of the most beautiful women Chris has ever seen? Everyone must have been fucking with him today, "Uh—"

Vigilante stepped behind him and entered the doorframe, cutting Chris off, "Hey Sweet! What did you make for dinner tonight?"

Chris knew he wasn't getting punk'd when he saw the look on your face. You couldn't pay someone any amount of money to fake that kind of love with no money in the world. Chris thought he was going to go blind from the twinkle in your eyes, "Enchiladas, your favorite."

"Excuse me! Can I talk to Mister Peacemaker, Dad?" Silas chirped up, the obvious desire to have a conversation with Chris was vibrating off of his body.

Vigilante nodded, "Sorry, Si. Christopher, meet Silas. Silas, this is Christopher Smith."

Silas let go of his sisters hand and reached it up to Peacemaker, "Mister Peacemaker. I am a huge fan. Dad helped me make a helmet just like yours! We are still working on the suit though, but it should be done just in time for halloween!"

This was the first positive experience Chris had ever had with a child and he honestly did not know to respond, "W-Well, you are going to have to show me it when it's done, okay?"

Silas's smile grew, baring almost all of his teeth in a bright smile, "Okay! I'll come over and show you it with Dad when we finish!"

"Maybe then I'll show you use my gun."

You quickly stepped in, "Please don't show my child how to use a gun, Christopher. Vigilante here already tries to enough."

Silas didn't have the heart to tell his mother that Adrian already showed him how to use a gun a long time ago. Vigilante said a quick goodbye to Chris, before stepping onto the porch and picking up Aurora. He slipped an arm around your shoulder and placed a kiss on your head through his mask. Chris felt more tears forming in his eyes. How the hell could Vigilante have everything? A wife, kids, people who love him.

You knew things would change when Peacemaker returned home, but you didn't realize how fast they would. Suddenly, Adrian was disappearing a bit more. Only home briefly in the morning, to give you a kiss on the cheek before your shift, and at night, to tuck the children into bed. Adrian didn't tell you a whole lot about what he did as Vigilante. Sometimes he would, after a particularly bad day, but normally, he liked to keep that part to himself. You have cleaned up a lot of his blood and stitched him back together. However, the night Adrian came home from being tortured was one of the worst nights of crime fighting you've seen.

It was three in the afternoon when he had returned home. Anakin was down for his afternoon nap, Silas was at school, and Aurora was having a play date with a neighborhood kid. You were resting on the couch, after a restless night of anxiety on Adrian's safety, and your newborn that required feeding every two hours. Adrian had texted you last night that he had joined Peacemaker on a mission and he wouldn't be home that night. He always let you know if he wasn't going to be coming home at his normal time, after he ended up stranded in a town three towns over and his phone died. That was the biggest fight you ever had with Adrian. Adrian limped into your home. He had changed out of his Vigilante uniform, and you noticed something was wrong almost immediately. You quickly rose up from your spot on the couch to Adrian.

"Hey, baby. Are you alright? Do you want to sit?" You asked, touching his chest to make sure there wasn't any unseen stab wounds or bullet holes.

"I lost half my pinky toe and I don't think I can give you anymore babies," Adrian said, flopping onto the couch. His nose was scrunched up and he had a desolate look across his face.

"W-what?" You stuttered out. Your hands were still hovering over his body, slowly unzipping his grey jacket

"Well, last night, when I went to help Peacemaker assassinate a State Senator — or whatever, I got beat up and kidnapped by this little green guy. He was super fast and genuinely terrified me a little bit, but whatever — that's besides the point. The State Senator we tried to assassinate tied me up in his super weird cave, basement thing, and electrocuted my balls to try and get Peacemaker to talk. Which he didn't, by the way. He let the guy kill off all my little guys! And then, when that didn't get Peacemaker to talk, he cut half my pinky toe off."

You stared at Adrian with a look of astonishment with what he had just told you. You never were particularly found of Peacemaker, but what Adrian had told you made the fury you felt towards him grow. How dare he let your husband get tortured?

You gripped onto Adrian's hands, "I'm sorry, baby. Do you need me to help patch you up?"

Adrian shook his head, "Well the people who surrounded Peacemaker's trailer are actually on a team with Peacemaker. So not best friend material by the way. But, they took a look at my toe and stitched it up. But, I still haven't checked to see if I still have balls."

"I could check, if you want. We could also check to see if you can still have kids," You whispered, your index finger trailing down his stomach to his leather belt.

Adrian gulped and shivered underneath you, "Y-Yeah, we should probably test it out. Make sure it still works."

You slowly undid the buckle on Adrian's blue jeans and slowly pushed them down to his ankles. You slowly traced the outline of Adrian's hard cock, causing him to jolt.

" 'M so sensitive, Sweet," Adrian gasped out as you slowly gripped his clothed cock.

"I know, baby. You are doing such a good job for me," You said as you pulled back the tight band of his underwear and begin to uncover his cock.

Adrian was cursing up a storm when the cold air inside the house met his burning cock. You had to place a finger in his mouth — which he immediately began sucking on — and remind him not to wake Anakin. He tried to remain calm, he really did, but then you placed your tongue on the head of his cock and Adrian lost motor function. He had a hand in your hair immediately, gripping your scalp as you slowly took his entire cock into your mouth.

"Fuck, you are so good at that. Y-You are like, the Head Queen. H-Holy shit, keep doing t-that, with your tongue!" Adrian shouted out as slide your tongue up and down his cock. Your spit coating his entire member. Tears were streaming down your face from Adrian's dick hitting the back of your throat.

When he came, it was violent. His hands tugging at your hair so tight, you thought he was going to rip your hair out. His cock shoved so far down your throat, you began gagging on it. His cum was shoved forcefully down your throat, and you swallowed it gratefully. You have his balls each a small kiss, which cause Adrian twitched again, and slowly made your way up to his lips.

"Do you want to see if you can still give me babies?" You asked, as your tongue traced the outline of his lips. You felt Adrian's hands rip your leggings off and he quickly had his fingers inside your cunt.

"Fuck, yeah, Sweet," Adrian mumbled out before flipping you onto your back and taking you on the couch.

The first time you met the task force, it was on accident. You were working a closing shift at Fennel Fields tonight, which meant Adrian had to stay home with the kids. It was a Tuesday night, which is usually the slowest. You were in the back doing your closing duties when Marla tapped you on the shoulder and told you that you had a table. You softened your diner reminiscent dress and dug out your notebook from your apron pockets. Sat in your sections was Peacemaker and three other people you had never met before. You gulped and wiped your sweaty palms on your apron. You were always nervous about serving people you know. You just hoped that they give you a good tip because you are married to their coworker.

"Welcome to Fennel Fields. What can I get y'all to drink?" You said as you approached the table. You gave Chris a knowing smile and turned your attention to the blonde hair lady closest to you. You slowly gathered in everyone's drink order and slivered to the back to prepare it.

Marla was all over you about Peacemaker. It was clear she had a crush on him. (She would not shut up about his biceps). You told her that you would introduce each other later before you grabbed your tray full of drinks. Everyone got a beer expect the dark haired girl, who instead got a glass of wine. You tired to warn her it would be shitty, but she didn't seem to care.

After placing everyone's drinks on the table, you tried to make your escape before Peacemaker reached a hand out. He grabbed your wrist and twirled you back to the table.

"You are Vigilante's wife, right?" Chris asked, letting go of your wrist.

You nodded, "Yes, but please don't say that too loud. Everyone here knows I'm married to... someone else," You didn't know if Adrian had told them his secret identity yet, so didn't want to expose him in case he hadn't gotten around to it yet.

"How? I'm sorry that's rude, but like, how are you married to that psycho?" The other man with the patchy beard spoke up.

You placed your hands on your hips, "I'm sorry, dye-beard. Are you insinuating there is something wrong with my husband?"

This got a chuckle from the two girls and Chris slapped a hand down on the table in laughter. You jumped a little but your hands still remained on your hips in your dominate position. Before you killed Rick James, you would have kept your mouth shut and made some excuse about running to the back. Now, you would snap the neck of anyone who talked ill of your husband.

"She's definitely Vig's wife. Even she can see you have a dye-beard!" Chris shouted, pouting at the fragile man in the corner of the booth who was nursing his beer, trying not to act like his feelings are hurt.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I love my husband and I will defend him to my last breath. It's kind of why I married him," You said looking at Dye-Beard.

Dye-beard set his drink down on the table, "It's okay. I would do the same, if I was married."

The dark haired girl sat next to Chris spoke up, "Your name is Sweet?" Her eyes were directed to the company name tag you wore.

"No, but that's just what everyone calls me. You guys can call me Sweet too, if you want. Plus, I don't think Vigilante will be too happy if I told you my name. You could clearly find out his secret identity."

The blonde girl finally spoke up, "We can easily do that, anyways. We work for the government."

Chris slammed his beer back on to the table, "He told me his name after we got kidnapped. I didn't tell anyone. Wouldn't break the bro code."

You frowned and crossed your arms, "Thank you for that, by the way. Only such a good friend would let their best friend get tortured."

"Hey, they were trying to get information out of me! I — I wasn't going to give up my team!" Chris called out, thankfully keeping his voice low as to not turn heads.

"Whatever, just— be nice to my husband, please. He may not seem like it, but he does actually have feelings. I don't want to hear a negative word about you guys come out of his mouth or I swear I will hunt you to the end of the earth."

The blonde girl chirped up and quirked an eyebrow at you, "Is that a threat?"

"Yes. Now, what can I get y'all to eat."

(You told Adrian about this later. It was after you had returned home from work, and you and Adrian were watching Fargo on the couch. All the kids were fast asleep. You had your back pressed against Adrian's chest and his hand kept getting dangerously close to your pantie covered pussy.

"You know, I met the little group you work with as Vigilante today," You said, arching your back deeper into Adrian's as his index finger ghosted your clit.

"Did they embarrass me? I swear if Chris said some dumb stuff to my wife —," Adrian said as he slid his hand under your panties.

You moaned and arched your back at Adrian's fingers entering your dripping cunt, "No. I insulted Dye-Beard guy because he asked why I was married to you, Chris laughed and said he saw how we were married, and then I yelled at Chris for letting you get tortured. I — ahh — also threatened to kill them if they were mean fo you."

"God, I fucking love you Mrs. Chase," Adrian mumbled into your ear as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. )

You had never felt more anger in your life than when you received a voicemail from the Evergreen City Jail. In a blinding rage, you packed your children into Adrian’s car and rushed to the video store. You drove like a mad man. Tears slowly spilling from your eyes while Silas asked you what was going on in the backseat. You told him that when you arrive at the video store, to take Aurora and himself into the back room and shut the door. Upon arrival, you bursted into the abandoned video store with Anakin strapped to your chest. Silas grabbed Aurora’s hand and quickly scurried off into the back room — ignoring the eyes of the other adults in the room.

Harcourt, Adebayo, and Murn were standing over Economos at his desk. Their heads snapped when they heard the door slam open to see the young girl stomping into the office. Harcourt rolled her eyes and you could notice how Adebayo slowly slipped behind Murn.

You slammed your phone down on the desk and pressed play on the voicemail that Adrian had left you, "Hey, Sweet. Soooo, I might be late for dinner tonight. I might be in prison. But it's okay! I went to go kill Peacemaker's dad because he would be better off without him. I should be out of here tonight, so save my dinner in the fridge, please. Oh! You would love my prison uniform. I wish I had my phone so I can send you a picture of it. You would totally want to fuck me in-,"

"Please turn it off." Harcourt groaned and you hastily grabbed your phone before Adrian could finish his rant about fucking you in his prison uniform. You wondered if he could snag one on his way out.

"Can you please tell me why the fuck my husband is in prison?!" You shouted, covering Anakin's small ears.

"Hey, it's okay. Just calm dow-," Adebayo mumbled out and you jumped at her, not before Harcourt grabbed your shoulder and held you back.

"You have some explaining to do," You looked at Harcourt, before sitting down in front of Economos across the desk.

"Adebayo convinced your husband to kill Peacemaker's father in prison," Economos spoke, looking at you from over his computer.

You shot an evil glare towards Adebayo, hoping maybe you gained superpowers so you can explode her with your mind. Adrian always had the biggest heart and was willing to do anything for the people he loved. How dare someone abused your husband's big heart for their own gain.

"Calm down, Jedi," Harcourt mumbled out.

"My husband is a good man, and how dare you abuse his big heart for your own fucking gain. He has been nothing but manipulated and teased since you guys showed up. He has feelings! You guys may not think he does, but he's still a fucking person. Get my husband out of prison or I swear to fucking god I will kill you all myself," You said, your hands still covering Anakin's young ears.

Economos spoke first, after communicative glances were exchanged between the team, "He should be released within the hour. He was only arrested for resisting arrest and destruction of government property."

You smiled at Economos, "Thank you, Dye-Beard. Silas! Aurora! Let's go!"

Your children came scurrying out of the back room. Economos mumbled out some retort to the insult you hurled at him while you grabbed onto Silas’s hand and ran out of the store.

You dropped your children off with Mrs. Tanner — something you probably should have done since you received the call — before making your way down to the police station. It was dark when you arrived to the station and you pulled Adrian’s jacket tighter around your body to protect yourself from the nipping air. Adrian strolled out of the station. His head was hung low while you slowly made your way over to your husband. You gripped onto his biceps and ghosted your hand over his cheek.

“Hey, baby. Busy day?” You said trying to lighten the mood. You could see the pain in Adrian’s eyes. Did he go through with it, you thought. Did he kill Augie Smith?

“I didn’t kill him,” Adrian mumbled out, still refusing to look you in the eyes. He was ashamed of himself. He made everything worse. It’s all he ever did.

You felt your chest heave in relaxation, “Oh, baby. It’s okay.”

Adrian titled his eyes up to yours. You ran a finger over his lips and cupped his cheek, “I think I might have made things worse.”

Your heart wanted to shatter. You wanted to take Adrian’s pain and blow it up with a grenade, but you couldn’t, so, you just held him. You brought your arms around your husbands neck and squeezed him with all your might. Adrian’s hands found the small of your back, as the always did, and reciprocated the hug. You whispered into his ear how everything was going to be alright, and how Adrian was the best man you know.

You pressed a kiss to Adrian’s lips. It was soft and delicate. Fragile.

“Did you end up stealing a uniform? I would love to see you in one,” You whispered into your husbands ears.

“Naughty girl. Did you see my mugshot?” Adrian mumbled back. His hot breath in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes I did, pretty boy. Now, let’s get home and put our kids to bed so I can pretend to be your arresting officer.”

Adrian slapped your ass. You jolted at the sudden spark sent down your spin, “Let’s go home, Mrs. Chase.”

“It’s Officer Chase, to you.”

When you didn’t hear from your husband for an entire day, you knew something terrible had happened. Then, you saw the news. Peacemaker’s diary was leaked, and he confessed to killing Annie Sturphausen — along with the warrant out for his arrest. You knew when Adrian said he was going to hang out with Chris earlier that morning, nothing good could happen from it. You didn’t hear from Adrian for two days after that. Your children kept wondering where their father was, and you were trying so hard to keep it together. Your anxiety skyrocketed, and you founded a new habit of hyperventilating into Adrian’s shirt until you passed out at nights.

After the third day of no word from Adrian, you decided to call Christopher Smith. Adrian had given you the number — for emergencies — and you never had an inkling to use it, until now. Silas was at school, Aurora was at daycare, and you had dropped Anakin off at Mrs. Tanners for the day. You were grateful that she also agreed to pick Silas and Aurora up later today too.

You paced around the living room while the phone rang in your ear. You were biting at your nails, anxious at the response you would get.

“Hello? Who is this?” Christopher spoke on the other end of the phone.

“Hi, Chris. I-It’s Sweet. I haven’t heard from Adrian in a couple days and I wanted to know if y-you have seen him,” You fumbled out.

“Oh, Sweet,” Your heart dropped at that moment. You felt your knees buckled. No. This can’t be happening. Please, “A-Adrian is in the hospital. H-He got shot, and blown up.”

You shirked and slowly sank onto the couch to avoid collapsing, “Oh my god. Is he okay? W-What room is he in? I’m — I’m on my way.”

Chris told you the room number and you gritted out a thank you. Nothing good ever comes to Adrian Chase with Christopher Smith around. You were angry, frustrated even, at Adrian continuing to put himself in danger for someone who would careless if they died. Adrian deserved better than that. You wished you could show him.

When you arrived to the hospital, Adrian was slowly taking out his IV from his hand. He was going to make a run for it, you figured. You cleared your throat and Adrian’s attention shot to the doorway of his hospital room.

“H-Hey, Sweet,” Adrian fumbled out. He was red from ear to ear, knowing he was about to be in so much trouble.

“What the fuck happened, Addy? I hadn’t heard from you in days. Y-You know the rule. I-I don’t think I ask for much. And you got yourself shot! I’m going to fucking kill this fucking task force you are working with. They don’t care, at all, about your safety. And—,”

Adrian had walked up to the door, favoring his right side, and cupped your cheek with his hand, “I’m okay, Sweet. No need to assassinate some government employees.”

A tear fell down your cheek and Adrian’s thumb caught it, “You were shot, Adrian. And, I didn’t hear from you for days. D-Do you know what it’s like? To have to tell your kids that Daddy can’t tuck them in at night. They missed you so much. Y-You can’t do this to them, to us.”

“I know I messed up, Sweet. But, with Peacemaker on the run, and we had to kill a cow, and we killed Peacemaker’s dad—,”

You placed a hand over his mouth, “If you ever do this again, I will kill your myself, Adrian. Never. Again.”

Adrian quickly nodded in response, wanting to do his best to appease you. You lowered your hand from his mouth and brushed your fingers past the bruise around his eye.

“Let’s go home, Addy. The kids miss you,” You said before slowly kissing your husband.

(A few months later, you found out that Adrian can, in fact, still have children. And a few months after that, you learned you were having twins. Adrian was stoked about this revelation. You, however, were more worried on how you were going to store this many children in a three bedroom home.

Adrian didn’t tell you this yet, but he put a mortgage out a new — five bedroom — home in the outskirts of Evergreen. The realtor told him that it was next to good schools, and the neighborhood was child friendly.

You named your twins Luke and Leia — obviously).

[falcqns]

Hi, first of all i love your work 💕 and second, I wanted to request a Chris Evans angsty to fluff one shot? Where he is much older than the reader (she’s in her early 20s) and they have confessed their attraction for each other but are not sure how to proceed, nothing much happens during the confession. But the next day there’s an event or party where both attend separately, during it they stare at each other from across the room but suddenly Chris is crowded mostly by women much older than you and they flirt with him, and he sees you getting sad and insecure about your feelings and about his feelings too and obviously your age, so maybe you run off somewhere else and he decides to follow and then reassures you he likes you, then it’s all fluff? Maybe with a kiss at the end?🥺 thank uuuu!! I hope you’re having a nice day💓

Age Gap

pairing: chris evans x younger!reader

warnings: age gap, fluff, angst, insinuations to smut, hannah montana reference lmao

a/n: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy! also i wrote this on my phone so i apologize for any mistakes lol

being 21 and having a crush on a 39 year old was tough.

finding out that that 39 year old felt the same was even tougher.

when you got the chance to audition with him for his new movie, Deep Silence, you jumped at it. just getting to be in a room with him blew your mind, but when your agent called you and told you you got a role, you were ecstatic.

you had originally auditioned for the role of Emma Garner, Chris’s characters daughter, but he decided you were perfect for the role of his characters wife, Francesca Garner instead.

you had no idea why. you were barely 21, and he was 19 years older than you. it would make so much more sense for you to play his daughter, but you accepted the role of his wife nonetheless.

at least now you won’t have to watch your crush kiss another girl, something that was all too familiar in high school.

when you two had your first love scene, you were terrified. how were you going to keep the fact that you were incredibly attracted to your co star a secret while acting out something that is so private?

you had a suspicion that he felt the same during filming, when he’d purposely ground his hard on into your centre and rasped into you ear “if you liked that”, but he ran away to his trailer before you could ask him about it.

you thought he was finally going to talk to you about it when he approached you a few days later, but he ended up just asking if you wanted to go to disneyland with him and Scott and his boyfriend, to which you accepted.

the day was fun, with the four of you taking lots of photos, going on lists of rides, eating lots of food (that ultimately made Scott throw up after one two many churros and and a ride on Seven Dwarves) and ended in you guys watching Happily Ever After. About halfway through, Chris pulled you into his arms, and pressed his lips to yours.

as soon as he kissed you, all the background noise faded away, and the two of you stood there like teenagers making out for the rest of the show.

when that happened, you thought for sure that he’d finally ask you out. you’d ask him out, but that seemed insanely intimidating, and you weren’t down for that at all. but, he didn’t make a move. other than kissing. he’d kiss you constantly, but it never progressed passed making out, and you were a little disappointed.

eventually, comic con came up, and you wouldn’t be attending with Chris, rather than the TV show you were a regular on. you had spotted him watching you in the crowd, thanks to your favourite actress who was also on the panel with you. you attended his as well, and even asked a question, as your movie hadn’t been announced yet, so people wouldn’t know you unless they watched your show.

then, the after party rolled around. you had messaged briefly, but hadn’t really spoken, something you were hoping to do tonight. you had reached your wits end, and just decided to man up and talk to him about where you two stood.

but, you couldn’t find him. you’d wandered around with your co stars and talked to a few directors and casting agents to get your name out there for future projects, but you couldn’t for the life of you locate Chris.

Until you got to the bar. you had just ordered your favourite drink, when you spotted him at the other end of the bar. but, he wasn’t alone. he was surrounded by five or six women who were definitely much older than you, and your heart sank.

it didn’t shatter, however, until you saw Chris flirting back. your eyes welled up with tears, and you tried to wipe them discreetly without Chris or anyone noticing, but of course that didn’t happen.

Chris was doing his best to ward off the ladies swarming him, so he could come and find you. he had been leading you on for too long, and he just needed to ask you out already, before another guy snatched you from his fingers.

suddenly, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked up, thinking it was Scott coming back with more food, but his heart dropped when he saw you. you were stood there, looking absolutely magnificent, but your eyes were full with tears, almost to the point of spilling over onto the cheeks he loved to kiss and hold in his hands so much.

he looked at the swarm of ladies that had formed around him, and swore, realizing what you were probably thinking.

he watched as you turned and stormed away, towards the door. he politely excused himself, and headed after you.

he followed you out the door he watched you disappear through, but his heart sank even lower when he realized you weren’t there. he was about to go back inside and ask your co stars for your room number, when he heard the tell tale signs of your sobs coming from a hidden alcove to his left.

he ran down the steps and over to the alcove, and his heart broke when he saw you. you were leaning against the wall, you head in your hands. loud sobs were escaping your mouth, and he knew for a fact you had an endless amount of tears running down your face, the saltiness of them probably already swelling your beautiful face up.

he wasted no time in coming over to you and wrapping you up tight in his arms. you tried to pull out of them, but he stood firm, and eventually you relaxed.

“i’m so sorry.” he whispered, and your sobs subsided. you shook your head and looked up at him.

“no. i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i was born in the wrong generation, because maybe then one of us would have the courage to ask the other out without fear of judgement. i’m sorry that i’m not as mature as those girls, or as talented. i’m sorry that i probably read into things like i always do and ruine-“ you began; but was cut off by Chris soft lips.

when he pulled away, he rested his forehead atop yours. “no. don’t. you’re perfect. so fuckin’ perfect it scares me sometimes. it absolutely terrifies the shit out of me how perfect you are because i don’t want to hurt you. you’re so young and innocent, and i love that about you. i don’t want to be the one to crush that innocence that i love so much by hurting you. but, i shouldn’t have let that hold me back. we’re both legal, so age is just a number. i should have told you that say i fuckin’ dry humped you on set.” he said, and you laughed at the last bit. “i love you so fuckin’ much, y/n, it honestly scares me. but being scared is good. it makes me human, and i’m not letting that hold me back from treating you the way you deserve to be treated. if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, i will spend the rest of our time together showing you just how much i love and appreciate you.” he said, and you looked up at him. “will you be my girlfriend?” he asked softly, and you nodded in happiness, your lips pressing to his.

Chris smiled into the slightly salty, but still loving kiss. he finally had you, and he wasn’t going to let you go. you were his whole world, and he was kicking himself for not realizing it sooner.

the two of you were currently walking hand in hand back to the venue, when you spoke up. “that was the sweetest speech. i’m not mad at you because of those girls. i realized shortly after that you wouldn’t do anything like that, but i thought maybe you’d realize that they were better than me, so that’s why i left.” you explained, and Chris tugged you in closer to his body.

“that makes me so happy, sweet girl. it was a mistake letting those girls do that and i should have stopped it sooner, but everybody makes mistakes.” he said.

you giggled before responding. “everybody has those days.” you said with the straightest face possible and Chris turned and stared at you for a second before realizing the reference.

“Hannah Montana? oh my god you’re so innocent,” he said, moaning the last few words into your ears, his hands gripping your waist to pull you against him.

you bit your lip and smiled. “i’m not completely innocent,” you said right back, and smiled in happiness when you felt him hardening against your stomach.

“mmm, really baby?” he moaned, and you nodded, before whispering in his ear.

“take me back to your hotel room and i’ll show you.”

[scoops-ahoy-fics]

I have a request for dustin where they met at camp and they started dating and she is the next target of vecna and but she survives can the song for that is her favorite is party all the time by eddie murphy

party all the time || dustin henderson x reader oneshot

my girl wants to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time!

reader: gender neutral

characters: dustin henderson (minor characters: steve harrington, max mayfield, robin buckley, nancy wheeler, and lucas sinclair)

genre: a mix of heavy angst and fluff

spoiler warning?: if you haven't finished season four, do not read.

severe trigger warning: topics of death, panic attacks, and verbal abuse

notes: @pwin098 i love this prompt!! honestly i think this may be one of the best things ive ever written, im pretty mf proud of this lmao. but here you go! i really hope you enjoy! <3

As the clock chimed, you thought your heart was going to stop. You were sitting on Dustin's couch, his mom out of town for spring break. It was supposed to be a fun get together, but then Vecna started attacking. You knew all about it, you were all trying to prevent it, but you felt a bit hopeless to it all.

And when the clock chimed four times, you knew you were next.

You jumped up, looking around the room for a clock, but you didn't see one. Carefully, you opened the door to see one sitting on the front porch. You stomach sank, tears filling your eyes as they actually opened. Your mind was manipulated. Vecna was attacking.

Panic filled you from head to toe. Looking to your side, you found a worried Dustin, gently cupping your face. “Honeybun, please ... please tell me that wasn't ... you're okay, right? Please just ... please tell me you're okay ..”

You buried your head in Dustin's chest and held onto him as though your life depended on it. You were on the verge of tears, and you could hear his heartbeat. He wasn't doing so well himself. He took you to the couch and held you for a little while as he tried to figure out what was going to happen now.

Max was supposed to get attacked today, if the team's hypothesis is correct. That means you're going to be attacked tomorrow. Nancy and Robin were already interrogating Victor Kreel, and Steve, Lucas, and Max were at Max's trailer. Dustin had asked to drop you guys off at home to get some supplies.

As Steve picked you two back up and you revealed what had happened, everybody was stunned. The anxiety that had creeped in because of Max only deepened. You were next, and you were terrified.

Your mind was racing. Should you write letters like Max did? Should you start saying your final goodbyes? What would the world look like without you?

Dustin rested his hand on yours, pressing a gentle kiss onto your cheek. “Sweet pea, you're gonna be okay, I promise we're gonna get you back to normal,” he whispered into your ear, although a small part of you doubted it.

You gently laid your head on Dustin's shoulder, closing your eyes. “Whatever you say, Dusty-bun.”

The car was quiet as you all watched Max talked to Billy's grave. Until Steve knew something was wrong. Dustin grabbed the walkie talkie, screaming into it to Robin and Nance, as they screamed back. Music.

It all happened to fast, Lucas grabbing her walkman, playing Running Up That Hill. You all were crying, screaming, hoping. Terrified.

Then, she was back on the ground, wrapped in Lucas's arms. Relief cascaded among you all for the time being, there was a way out. Everything might be okay.

So you all headed back to Dustin's house, deciding to make that the hideout. It's been a long day, you needed rest. Dustin and Lucas were taking shifts watching you and Max, making sure nothing was going to happen to either of you. You stayed snuggled into Dustin's chest the whole night, hanging onto him for dear life.

Eventually, you and Dustin woke up before anyone else, aside from Lucas, who was on Max duty. Dustin gently took your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Good morning, my dearest,” he said with a goofy smile. “Wanna go upstairs? We can look through all the records and tapes in there, find something that might work for you today? If not, we can go buy something.”

You nodded gently, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “I love you so much,” you said with a soft giggle. You two went to his room, your hands intertwined as you sat on his bed.

“Let me get these records, but first!” Dustin said, planting a kiss onto your lips before happily walking over to the closet. He hauled a huge basket of records over to you, smiling happily. “Take you pick! I got quite the selection, I pride myself on liking most music,” he laughed softly, sitting beside you and watching you carefully.

You leaned against his shoulder as you looked through the records, your eyes lighting up a little bit. It was a single. Party All The Time by Eddie Murphy. You were a tiny bit embarrassed to say it, but you cleared your throat a little. “I think this one should work!”

Dustin let out a gentle laugh, not a judgemental one. “Never thought you'd be the type to like Eddie Murphy,” he teased.

Your face flushed, darkening a few shades. “Oh hush! I could out you to everyone downstairs about half of the stuff in here!” you retorted, a mischievous smile across your face.

He laughed, gently cupping your face. “It's so nice to see that gorgeous smile again,” he said happily. He kissed your lips tenderly, before pulling back and taking the record. “Alright, I'll put my record player and this ole thing in a duffle bag to carry around with us. We have to stay around an electrical outlet, no matter what we do,” he said, grabbing a bag and slipping the items into it.

Your face was as bright as could be, you loved when Dustin was romantic. It filled your stomach with butterflies, you couldn't believe you found each other. You certainly don't know what you'd do without him.

“I love you so much, Dustin. And every single thing you do for me, I appreciate it. I don't think I could ever say it enough,” you said softly, taking his hand and squeezing it.

He stared into your eyes before kissing your forehead. “Don't worry about it, sweetie. You're the love of my life, why wouldn't I do everything I can for you?”

That's when the door opened, Steve ruining the moment. Of course. “What did I say about going somewhere alone?! No! Out to the main room, now. Not takin' ANY chances here!” he said, his hands situated on his hips like an overprotective mother.

“Yes sir,” you both teased in unison, high-fiving before walking downstairs together. Soft, sweet moments like those almost make all of this worth it.

As you made it downstairs, you all decided to come up with a plan to hopefully infiltrate the upside down. With Max's information, you all learned a lot, but with each detail, you got more and more afraid. You couldn't avoid what was coming next, but you could stop it. Dustin was going to stop it, no matter what.

Gripping Dustin's hand tightly, you looked towards Max and attempted to ask questions about what you were to experience. “... was it hard to get out? Do you think ... do you think he'll try to make it harder for me to get out?”

Max looked off to the side, fiddling with the sleeve of her jacket. “I'm sorry to say it, but probably. That asshole is smart, he already knows that we figured out a way out. So he's probably got reinforcements. I'm not exactly looking forward to what he has in store for you.”

You laughed nervously, putting your head in your hands. “Oh that's absolutely fucking fantastic, am I right guys?” you groaned, your leg bouncing faster and faster until Dustin carefully rested his hand on your knee.

“Nothing's gonna happen, sweetheart. Nothing. Do you hear me? Noth-ing,” he said, attempting to make his point as clear as possible.

You stood up, tears filling your eyes. “What if it's not?! What if I die, what if my bones start cracking, and I'll never live to see the light of day again?! I won't get to see the future, I won't get to see our future! I'll be six foot deep in the fucking ground, if I can even fit into the casket, and then- then- then- ... you'd be so ... so sad, and- ... what if you don't move on? What if you just ... end up just as dead as I am? I-I can't let that happen, I-”

You broke. Your feelings were a bit more towards the surface than Max's. You were trying to hold it in, but sometimes it's healthy to break in a situation like this.

The whole room was silent aside from your sobs. Standing in the middle of the room, you held your face and attempted to wipe the tears from your face although they just kept coming. Why won't they stop?

Dustin was the first to move. He carefully stood up and rested his hand on your waist, the other taking one of your hands and intertwining your fingers. “You're strong, honey. I know you, and I know you can get out of this. You can doubt yourself all you want, but we won't. I'll try not to let you get hurt, but if you do, I'll stay right by your side. Please just ... believe me.”

The others were signalled out of the room by Steve, “Leave 'em be, let's get some breakfast.” You both shot him a thankful glance before returning to each other.

You hadn't even noticed Dustin's teary eyes. “'m sorry, I couldn't hold it in anymore ...” you buried your head into his chest, your arms right around his torso.

“I can't believe you're such a crybaby. Jeez, just fucking suck it up,” Dustin said to you, backing away. His eyes turned from a comforting gaze to a hateful glare. You never wanted anyone to look at you like that, especially not him.

“I-I'm sorry, forgive me, please- I'll be better-”

“No, I'm done with you. With everything about you. I took pity on you at camp. Who wanted to hang out with a random weirdo like you? And why would I fall in love with you? You're a fucking idiot, you know that?” he said, walking towards you and shoving his index finger into your chest. It hurt. It hurt so much, physically and mentally. Why would he say such things?

His fingers started to change, forming sharp knives that cut at your chest. You tried to run away, but you hit the back wall. Fear crawled all over your body, as his face contorted. His jaw was extended far, almost to the floor, as though it was jelly. The skin on his cheeks seemed to deteriorate, and his nose seemed to break. You hated horror movies like that, and that's when you realized.

It wasn't real. It was Vecna.

“It's okay, it's okay, you better not apologize, my dearest. Let's sit down, okay?” Dustin said with a gentle smile.

You didn't say anything.

“Honey?”

Your arms slipped off of him as he stepped back, nothing in your eyes anymore.

“Baby ... oh fuck. Oh shit! EVERYBODY GET YOUR ASS IN HERE, WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY!" Dustin screamed to the top of his lungs, his hands beginning to shake as he looked around for his duffle bag. He couldn't find it.

“What?! What is- fuck!” Steve said, looking at you before back at Dustin. “You know her favorite song, right?! Goddamnit- I didn't think it'd be this soon!”

“YES, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE DUFFLE BAG?!”

“STOP SCREAMING!” Robin yelled back, a bit confused.

“It's behind the couch! Where you put it!” Nancy said in a softer tone, rolling her eyes at Dustin's dramatics.

Dustin practically jumped over the couch, grabbing the record player and shoving it towards the wall. He plugged it in before shakily resting the record against it. He put the needle on it, looking up at you.

“Please, honey, please be strong ...” he whispered to himself, tears falling from his eyes. Everyone waited tensely, surrounding your now floating body.

You were now tied against something, but you couldn't help but look around and see Chrissy and Fred's bodies tied against similar pillars. This was your final stop. Your final chance to get out.

“It's time to go, and you ready?” Vecna said, his hand slowly making it's way above your head.

Please just play the record Dustin, please ...

“Girl, I can't understand it, why you wanna hurt me,

After all the things I've done for you.”

Vecna looked at you for a moment, trying to speed up the process. You had to get out of his grip somehow, and the portal opening in front of you gave you motivation. You slammed your head against his, Vecna falling backwards and you restraints falling to the floor.

“I buy you champagne and roses and diamonds on your finger,

Diamonds on your finger,”

You ran for it, you were terrified. You've never ran this fast in your life. Your legs moved faster than your mind, and then all of the sudden, the were swept out from beneath your feet by Vecna's tentacles.

“Still you hang out all night, what am I to do?”

You began to punch at the tentacle, trying to get it to come loose. You then remembered something. A rock was in your pocket, and a pretty sharp one too. Dustin gave it to you at camp, saying that he couldn't get you anything better, but he wanted to give you something. It was a sweet memory, one that empowered you. You grabbed it out of your pocket and attempted to hack at the tentacle.

“My girl wants to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time.

My girl wants to party all the time,

Party all the time.”

Eventually, you had cut yourself out of there, quickly pulling yourself out of the deep red ground below you and racing towards the portal. You saw Dustin, staring up at you and whispering to himself. The fear in his eyes stung in your heart, you wanted to hold him and tell him everything was okay. You had to get back to him.

“She parties all the time, party all the time,

She likes to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time.”

You practically threw yourself into the portal, almost hitting the floor before you felt Dustin's arms around you. You buried your head in his chest, sobbing harshly into it.

He held you close to his chest, pressing soft kisses against your forehead as he rubbed your back. “Take your time, sweetie, you're okay now ... nothing's gonna hurt you, not while we're around, honey ...”

“... okay Party All The Time? Really?” Steve laughed, attempting to lighten the mood.

You laughed softly, looking up at him and sniffing. “Y-Yeah, shut up! You gotta admit, it's amazing!” you laughed, basically sitting in Dustin's lap.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself. Are you alright? Do you need anything?” Steve said, sitting beside you and looking you over for any wounds.

“I think I'm okay, I just need to calm down ...” you mumbled softly, snuggling your head into Dustin's neck.

“That's my job, ladies and gentlemen!” Dustin said with a goofy smile, holding you close. You were in good hands, and you knew it. You were going to be okay, as long as Dusty-bun was around.

[tfatwsiguess]

For those of us who have seen Thor: Love and Thunder… (it was so freakin good!) Spoilers ahead!!! ⚠️

• That opening scene after the daughter died and Gorr finds his god only to realize he was a collosal ass was actually so hard to watch- like this dude really just told you his people all died after worshipping you and you wanna laugh and throw shit at him 🙂

• Y’all. I finally get what you mean when you fawn over Thor, ‘cause man was looking FINE with his new look in the beginning of this movie. Like, yeah obviously I could look at him and see mans was attractive but this was the first time bro was actually doin it for me. 😂 Only other people who’ve managed to do that are Bucky and Marc (I’m asexual y’all sometimes I’m just slow to it lmao)

• Seeing the Guardians again was actually so nice. Made me realize how long it’s been since we’ve seen them with all the other post-endgame movies that have come out. Seeing Quill and Thor being friends was actually really nice. Was definitely expecting the competitiveness still bc of the trailer but Quill was even a fan of Thor’s whole act so I call that growth 😂

• Loved seeing my girl Darcy/Kat way too much and that’s probably because I just finished watching 2 Broke Girls. Character’s just so underrated and I want to see her Monica and Woo all back together. But omg I don’t think she even got to say goodbye to Jane 🥺

• The way I thought it was out of five stages of cancer and not four, it just made sense to me

• The first two minutes of Jane’s intro were already more interesting to me than anything she’s ever done in the first two movies. Not exactly a Jane hater am I, but I definitely didn’t think she was interesting enough on her own let alone to be Thor God of Thunder’s love interest (although I found the first two Thor movies incredibly boring too so maybe it’s their fault and not hers 😬) but I feel they definitely fixed that with this movie

• Actually loving them calling her King Valkyrie because yes it’s like making girl boss moves playing chess not checkers

• Jane’s move of splitting up the broken pieces of Mjolnir to attack multiple people at once is so badass???

• Sooooo NOW y’all wanna make me ship Jane and Thor?! Had three movies to do it before and gave me less than 0%. Why couldn’t they show us a glimpse of any of these flashbacks then 🤡

• The personification of Mjolnir and Stormbreaker were really a nice touch. Mjolnir actually heeding Thor’s wish when he asked it to protects her is pretty sweet and adorable

• Thor really has a thing with people copying his look. “I see you’ve copied the beard.” // “You’re wearing my look.”

• My God when he leveled up his armor with all those bright colors after he saw Jane’s he looked like a freakin Transformer to me

• Thor is not as skilled in giving inspirational speeches as ol’ Stevie was and I admire him for always trying and knowing that’s enough 🥹

• Jane and Valkyrie are actually extremely adorable and I love them, she’s like her goddess mentor

• “Eat my hammer” is giving… “get a face full of my hammer” and I’m down with it the way she delivers it lmao

• It’s the way I should’ve expected to see Thor/Hemsworth buns uncensored in this movie and I didn’t 😂 was completely surprised when my mom actually laughed at the women fainting she’s so conservative

• YES VALKYRIE WIELDING THAT LIGHTNING BOLT LIKE A QUEEN

• Okay Jane has such a flourish to her fighting movements and I freaking love it

• Jane actually staying in the hospital to let Thor take the reigns going forward was such satisfying character growth

• Holy crap the gifs y’all make of this movie are gonna look great- that rainbow bridge shot when the goats crash through the ceiling and the extension of Thor’s powers to the kids making a tree were so cool

• Did the wish granting space person thingy look like The Watcher to anyone?

• I’m really glad they had Gorr make the right decision to bring his daughter back. I thought it was gonna be the type of situation where when they break his sword he would stop being corrupted. Still not clear on why he was dying in the first place tho

• Thor having a DAUGHTER?! SO STINKIN CUTE AND PUREEEE 😭 Idk if y’all comic readers already knew about this but I never would’ve guessed that was where the movie would end up. (For X-Men lovers I went home and watched Logan right after that too so my heart’s been through the Daddy-Daughter ringer 🥺)

• My moments of realizing why it’s called Love and Thunder and why they kept using the song Sweet Child O’ Mine shown through emojis: 😯😱🙊🥺🥹

• Hercules?! Hell yeah

• I was hoping my good sis would make it into Valhalla with the died-of-cancer/saved-all-of-god-kind card. Certainly was nice seeing Heimdall again

That’s everything I remember off the top of my head but this really was such an exciting, funny and hilarious two hours of entertainment. Definitely see it in theatres if you can guys 🧡

[lilxberry]

Damn Dog! - Yelena Belova

Synopsis;

Yelena comes home with a stray in the hopes of giving the sweet dog a home with herself and her partner, you. When you don’t budge in your decision in not allowing the dog to stay, Yelena searches for the perfect home for the four legged home invader, all while the dog seems to try convince you to allow it to stay in more unconventional ways.

Warnings: Serious amount of language. Major fluff. Mentions of animal abuse (literally once and it’s not descriptive like, at all). Humour. Most likely OOC!Yelena (I haven’t seen Black Widow yet, although I am getting to it!)

Words: 4,075

Pairings: Yelena Belova x reader (intended female reader) (pretty certain I hadn’t specified a gender though)

(A/N: As I’ve said within the warnings, I have yet to watch Black Widow so Yelena may possibly be OOC. And although I haven’t seen it, I knew from the first trailer that this was just another person I was gone fall in love with lmao.)

(A/N 2: Kosmostars is an actual cereal from Russia that I’ve had multiple times. It’s so nice, holy shit. Also, you’ll be able to guess roughly when this was set from something I had written on ‘Day 3′, although I did just set this in Russia ‘cause why not.)

(A/N 3: Everything in bold italics are in Russian and everything in bold italics encased in brackets is the translation.)

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You heard the slap of bare feet against the floor in quick beats before your door slammed open revealing a dishevelled Yelena. Although you felt thoroughly confused, your face remained schooled, your eyes slowly retreating back towards the book held within your hand, beginning to leisurely read once more.

“Yelena?”

“Don’t go into the kitchen!” she rushed out.

This time, your head tilted towards your girlfriend, raising an eyebrow up in question. “And why not, любовь моя?” (My love?)

Just as she opened her mouth, a high yapping could be heard from down the hall. You groaned and rolled your eyes, looking near close to giving up and jumping out of the window. “That best not be what I think it is.” Your tone held warning and all she did was smile sheepishly.

Sighing heavily, you close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, lowering the book down into your lap pathetically. “No Yelena.”

“But it was abandoned! And it’s like, super cute!” she whined, gesturing her arms wildly in a weak attempt to persuade you. “Just, at least come have a look at it before you force me to get rid of it.”

Removing your pointer finger and thumb of its position on your nose, you look at Yelena who had the biggest of puppy dog eyes, her bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly for that added extra effect. You huffed and you placed your bookmark between the two pages you had open and placed the now closed novel beside you on the bed before uncrossing your legs at the ankle and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and standing.

She beamed brightly before turning and quickly exiting the bedroom, hastily making her way back towards the kitchen where she had left the animal. Standing, you groaned as you raised your arms above your head in a stretch, your t-shirt riding up slightly as you did so. Feeling satisfied, you began your small trek to the kitchen yourself.

You could catch the scent of wet dog before you rounded the corner and when your eyes finally settled on the small Chesapeake Bay Retriever with such a dirty, filth ridden coat, you couldn’t even tell which colour it actually was, you groaned once more.

The kitchen was covered in muck what the dog brought with it and there was a small trail of muddy paw prints that created a path from the front door to the kitchen of your shared apartment.

Groaning, you cross your arms, and an unimpressed expression befell on to your face.  “Okay. I’ve seen it. Now my answer still stands. No.”

“But! Babe-“

“No. Get rid of it. And clean the damn mess up. I certainly aren’t doing it.” You cut her off, going to turn on your heel and return to your shared bedroom but paused as Yelena spoke up.

“Why can’t we keep it?” Her voice sounded genuinely upset and hurt with a hint of curiosity. It made your heart clench but nonetheless, you would stand your ground.

“We don’t exactly have the time to look after a dog, Yelena. You do remember what we do for a living, yes? Plus, I don’t even think the building allows pets like dogs.” Yelena couldn’t deny that you certainly made excellent points but she had some of her own.

“We aren’t always away and, since we are so good at what we do, it never really takes long, so we would have time. And I’m pretty sure that old lady upstairs has like, 17 cats!” she exclaimed.

You groaned loudly as you threw your head back before turning you gaze back towards Yelena. “What’s wrong with the fish we have?” You stretched your arm in the general direction of the medium sized tank that held a dozen and a half of colourful, vibrant, exotic fish.

“They’re boring. You can’t walk them, you can’t cuddle them, you can’t play with them. They just swim and eat and make way too many babies,” she sasses back, folding her arms across her chest and popping her hip out feeling she had won the argument.

“Who would’ve thought that fish swim and eat and reproduce?” you rhetorically asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. “They’re easy to look after and they certainly don’t make a mess of the apartment. That thing,” you pointed towards the dog who sat quietly between the two of you, head tilting side to side as it watched the both of you. “Has been here what? 5 minutes? And look the state of the place.”

“A fish is also very unlikely to break your heart when it dies.” Yelena opened her mouth to retort back but you continued, silencing her once more. “We have nothing to look after it, no bed, no food, no collar or lead, no toys. We cannot look after this dog and that’s final, Yelena.”

You left before she could reply, certainly not wanting to see her heartbroken expression. You knew you would be in the doghouse for quite some time but, you were doing this for her. That dog would do nothing but break her heart in the end. Getting attached to such things never works out.

Just as you reached the bedroom, you could hear Yelena call out to you, her tone very sullen and down with a hint of anger. You certainly knew you would be sleeping on the couch that night. “It’ll be gone within the week. The least you could do is give me time to find a suitable home for it!”

Sighing, you enter the bedroom and close the door behind you, moving to sit atop the bed once more, picking up your book and getting comfortable. Moments pass where the apartment it fairly silently until you heard the muffled sound of the shower running down the hallway and you assumed that she was cleaning up the stray she had lured home.

Of course, Yelena got the time needed to find a loving home for the animal but turns out, it had lasted longer than you had hoped and the days that followed were certainly…something.

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Day 1

Your back felt stiff from lying on the couch all night, tossing and turning as you had struggled to get comfortable on the furniture and you had felt a lot more exhausted than normal from the lack of sleep you could attain as you were away from your bed.

But what had been the main cause of you rousing from your moment of actual sleep had been a hyperactive puppy jumping on your chest, winding you and causing a pain to erupt in your gut.

Coughing and groaning, you sat up and clutched at your abdomen. Opening your eyes, the furry little bastard that awoke you sat before you, wagging its tail and panting obnoxiously loud. You narrowed your eyes at your early morning attacker as it stared up at you with a tilted head.

“Спасибо, ты гребаный засранец,” you muttered quietly before standing from the couch and slugged your way to the, now clean, kitchen, yawning and scratching at an itch on your lower back. (Thanks, you fucking asshole.)

Your tired eyes spot your girlfriend stood quietly at the stove, two frying pans atop a ring each, one cooking bacon and the other eggs from what your nose could pick up.

“Morning,” you grumbled but, rather than Yelena smiling at you and wishing you a good morning, you received silence and the image of her back. Sighing softly, you try once more, attempting a more cautious and gentle approach.

“I know you’re upset with me but please understand that we just cannot have a dog.” You watched her once tense shoulders sag and a sigh escape her. Diminishing the small bubble of nerves you had felt at a possible Yelena outburst, you walked closer and closer until you wrapped your arms around her waist and rest your chin atop her head.

“I’m upset, but I understand.” She moved far enough for your head to move from the crown of her own, and she turned, puckering her lips slightly, awaiting a kiss to which you chuckled and complied.

“You hungry?” she asked sweetly to which you nodded vigorously.

“Starving.”

Yelena proceeded to chuckled before removing your arms from around her waist and moving to turn the gas off for both rings, both eggs and bacon fully cooked. One by one, she removed the frying pans from atop the hob and plated all the egg on one plate and shared the multiple slices of bacon between two. “The stoves’ free now, if you want to use it.”

You gaped at her as she moved to sit at the small, round table a few feet away, placing the plate with both bacon and eggs before her and the other on the floor beside her which prompted the dog to come bounding over before devouring the meat.

“So, I’m no longer getting fed? That little asshole gets my food?!”

“Yep,” she replied nonchalantly, popping the ‘P’ before piling some egg on to her fork and casually shoving the food in her mouth, chewing contently. You threw your hands up in exasperation and turned to face the multiple cupboards, moving towards the one that usually held the small assortment of different cereal.

Finally fixing yourself up a bowl of Kosmostars, you take a seat beside Yelena at the table, grumpily tucking into to your cereal, shovelling mouthfuls in and chewing fast, milk from your spoon occasionally dropping on to your chin which you moodily wipe away with the back of your hand.

Yelena held back a laugh at your pouty, child-like behaviour and she thought now would be the perfect time to mention her plans for the day. “By the way, I’ll be going out to get some things for the dog, since we can’t feed him bacon everyday for each meal until he leaves. We can give what we bought to his new owners then.”

You hummed around your spoon before speaking with a full mouth. “Found out it’s a boy, huh?”

“Do the female dogs you usually see have a penis?” she asked playfully and you chuckled sarcastically, rolling your eyes. As you scooped more of your cereal into your mouth, she continued. “Anyways, that means you’ll have to watch him while I’m out.”

“WHAT?!” you exclaimed, slightly muffled by the cereal you had yet to swallow before speaking. “I GOTTA DAMN DOGSIT?!”

Rather than a reply from Yelena, the aforementioned dog barked at you, causing you to groan and Yelena to laugh, finding the whole thing highly amusing.

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Day 2

The cold weather in Russia was a regular occurrence but today the cold, bitter bite of the wind seemed crueller and more unrelenting.

Walking through the apartment as you towel dry your hair from your shower, you find Yelena curled up on the couch, blanket tightly wrapped around her as she half-ass attempts to pay attention to the television adjacent.

Chuckling, you allow the towel to drape over your shoulders and walk towards the couch, coming to stand behind it. You leant over the back and placed your hands atop her shoulders which caused her to jump and snap her head towards you, eliciting a chuckle from you.

“You seem comfy,” you teased.

“I’d be comfier if you joined me.” She flashed a blinding, wide smile to which you shook your head at and began to round the couch to join her.

You reached the front of the couch and plonked yourself down, reclining back. Just as Yelena began to scoot closer towards you and nestle herself under your arm which you had raised for her automatically, it jumped up between the two of you, laying his body between you and resting its head upon your girlfriends’ lap without a care in the world.

Yelena softly giggled at the puppies act of ‘cuteness’ whereas you growled under your breath in annoyance. Rather than move the dog and snuggle with you, she curled herself up and around the dog, cuddling it and scratching behind its ears affectionately.

‘Чёртов пёс,’ you thought to yourself as you scowled and sat by yourself, neglected by your girlfriend. (Damn dog.)

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Day 3

Feet outstretched, resting on top of the coffee table and legs crossed at the ankle, newspaper in hand and a steaming cup of coffee beside you on the end table. You felt utterly relaxed and with Yelena out shopping for food, it was her turn anyways, you had complete silence. Beautiful, blissful silence.

Key word; had.

You didn’t hate dogs, of course you didn’t. It just…wasn’t an opportune time for a bigger responsibility, bigger than your colourful and exotic fish at least.

Peacefully reading an article on some crazy happenings in Sokovia, a slobbery tennis ball that already looked like it had been chewed to hell had been dropped into your lap. Looking down, you see the yellow, fuzzy sphere glistening with saliva in your lap.

Soft pants sound beside you and when you slowly turn your head to your left, you see the dog, sitting right in the spot Yelena usually occupies, head tilted, tongue hanging out of his mouth, clearly waiting for you to interact with him.

“No.” You pick the ball up between your pointer finger and thumb, face subtly twisted in disgust and tossed it away from you.

The dog bounded after the ball and just as you grasped your newspaper again ready to return to reading after wiping your wet digits down the leg of your sweatpants, the ball drops down on to your lap once more and a happy, singular bark sounds from your left.

Groaning loudly, you cave and pick the ball up again, tossing it to the other side of the room. Before the dog returned, you adjusted the newspaper so you could hold it with your right hand.

The two of you repeated the action of throwing and returning the ball as you read until the pup exhausted himself out, flopping on to the couch beside you and releasing a yawn. You tare your eyes away from the words before you to peer down at the dog, the corner of your mouth twitching upwards ever so slightly.

“I guess you’re kind of cute, dog.”

The dog rotated his body, exposing his belly at you as he pants happily. You shake your head and chuckle as you bring your hand that had been playing catch with the dog down on to his tummy, rubbing and patting it.

You absentmindedly continue the action as you read right up to the moment Yelena came through the door, bags filled with food and other necessities in hand, the dog charging at her to greet her at the door.

After giving the dog attention, she raised her head to look at you, her eyes quickly landing on to your sweatpants with darker patches from the dogs’ slobber off the ball. “What happened to your pants?”

You looked down and grimaced. “The damn dog is what happened.”

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Day 4

With the days ending sooner and darkness rolling in quicker due to the colder of the four seasons, it had already reached the end of the day before you know it.

Once again, you casually stretched your legs out on the bed as your read from your book, enjoying the authors tale of murder and mystery all while Yelena was washing up to join you in bed, desperate to join you under the covers and heat up.

“I just don’t understand,” Yelena called out to you from the bathroom down the hallway from the bedroom.

Chuckling, you reply. “Don’t understand what?”

“That no one seems to want Kosmo! I can’t find anyone that wants him!”

“You named him?!” At that point, Yelena had finished in the bathroom and rounded the corner, walking towards the bed as she ties her hair up haphazardly, nodding in response. “After cereal?”

She shrugs. “I mean, why not?”

You looked at her flabbergasted and began to speak slowly, as if trying to explain something to a child. “Because he’s a dog and that’s cereal. Also, you’re just going to get more attached now. Meaning, you’re going to be even more upset when he goes to live with his new owners.”

Yelena sighs as she climbs into the bed and covers herself with the quilt. “I know.”

Rolling your eyes, you place your bookmark into the novel and place it on to the bedside table, switching the lamp off afterwards. You turn and place a sweet, quick kiss on her lips. “Goodnight, Yelena.”

“Goodnight,” she replies drowsily.

Settling yourself under the covers properly, you lie awake until sleep comes along to take you in its grasp.

Just as you’re dropping off to sleep, you feel a shift in the bed and movement to your left. You stir and twist your body to face who you assumed was Yelena, only to be met with a long swipe of a tongue up the side of your face.

Grunting, you wipe your arm along your face to get rid of the slobber and narrow your eyes at the four-legged intruder. “спускайся,” you commanded quietly, to which the dog responded in nuzzling itself further in between yourself and Yelena. (Get down.)

“No, Kosmo-“ You cut yourself off with a sigh and decided to allow the dog to remain in bed with the two of you. Plus, you couldn’t deny that the warmth the dog radiated was a nice change from the coldness you would usually feel.

The dog was like a damn radiator!

With much reluctance, you allowed your drowsy eyes to droop close and you finally fell asleep. At some point during the night, you had wrapped your arm around the pooch, hugging it close to your body loosely.

The damn dog was growing on you.

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Day 5

After what was possibly the best sleep you had in years, you wouldn’t admit it though, most the day passed by as it usually did, quality time spent in each other’s presence and eating together when it came the time for meals.

Now, a lazy winter afternoon, the two of you were sat beside each other on the couch, no dog separating the two of you, lounging around as reruns of some terrible sitcom plays.

“I should probably take Kosmo for a walk. He hasn’t been out in a few hours now,” Yelena speaks, pulling away from you and sitting up, ready to stand and collect her shoes and coat along with Kosmos’ collar and lead.

“Wanna come with?” You raise an eyebrow up as you look at her, to which she pouts, pulling out her best puppy dog eyes.

Chuckling, you stand and hold your hand out to her which she snatches hastily, allowing you to pull her to stand. The two of you make quick work in putting on appropriate clothing and shoes for the cold winter in Russia and before you know it, you’re out the door, Kosmo on his leash, all three of you trudging through the snow-covered streets.

Arriving at a park, Yelena unclips Kosmos’ leash from his collar to allow him to run around freely and you two to follow at a slower, more leisurely pace. She wraps her arm around your own as you stroll, hugging it tightly.

“This is nice,” she breaks the silence between you both moments later.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She sighs happily as a feeling of contentment washes over her, part of it rubbing off on you as you happen to feel quite happy in the moment also.

She releases her hold on your arm and opts to take a hold of your glove clad hand in her own as she steps in front of you and walks backwards, smiling. You eye her suspiciously. “What?”

“Nothing,” she says in a sing-song tone causing you to chuckle and pull her closer to you.

“Weirdo,” you tease.

Yelena hums and leans in. Just as your lips are about to meet in a sweet kiss, you caught movement in your peripheral and heard a yelp swiftly after causing you to jerk away from Yelena and turn to your right, Yelena copying your actions.

Kosmo was quick to return to you and Yelena as a man began to laugh, two others behind him joining in with his laughter. You were quick to realise that what you had caught out the corner of your eye was the man kicking Kosmo and just as quickly as realisation had dawned on you, your blood began to boil.

“Hey!” You began storming over towards the man as Yelena crouched down beside Kosmo, cheeking him over and ensuring he’s okay, trying to soothe him as best as she could. Looking at the man, you could easily tell he and his friends were intoxicated due to how they swayed on the spot.

“Зачем ты пнул мою собаку, пьяный кусок дерьма?” you raged, quickly closing in on him. This seemed to cause their laughter to die down, just drunken chuckles escaping them occasionally. (Why'd you kick my dog, you fucking drunk piece of shit?)

“Эта шавка принадлежит тебе?” His eyes were lidded and his words were slurred. (That mutt belongs to you?)

“Он не какая-то дворняга,” you seethed. You now stood before him, fists clenched tightly as your anger rose. You desperately restrained yourself from beating the living daylights out of the man who was a good 3 inches shorter than you, at least. (He ain’t some mutt.)

“Похоже на одно,” he started as he chuckled, the scent of the alcohol he had been drinking wafted up into your nose. “Я бы получил еще один удар, если бы этот мелкий ублюдок не убежал.” (Looks like one.)  (I would've got another kick in if the little fucker didn't run.)

The three men roared in laughter, and you saw red. You snapped. With fast movements, you grasped the man’s arm, twisting it behind his back and holding it firmly in a bruising grip. You could feel bone in his arm beneath your palm strain and slowly inch closer and closer to snapping in your hold.

All three of the mens’ eyes had widened in alarm and fear, you could feel the man in your hands shake and tremble, although you couldn’t tell whether it was due to you, the cold weather or the alcohol he had been consuming.

“Еще раз тронешь нашу собаку, и я сломаю тебе обе руки.” You stared at the two of his friends with a dark, cold, intimidating expression and dead eyes as you spoke in a menacing, threatening tone. “Это касается и вас двоих тоже.” (Touch our dog again and I'll break both of your arms.) (That goes for you two, too.)

You released your grip on the man who staggered forward and ran towards his friends. They all staggered away as quickly as their intoxicated bodies would allow.

Spitting at the floor, a habit you had done ever since you were younger when angry, you turned back to Yelena and Kosmo, your face instantly softening. You rushed over, joining Yelena in kneeling beside Kosmo, cautiously petting him and stroking through his coat which was now quite damp due to the snowflakes that had melted after coming in contact with his body.

“Is he okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned for the dog, eyes focused on him, missing the smile Yelena was watching you with.

“Yeah, he’s fine. Doesn’t seem too hurt.”

You hummed. “Okay. Good. We’ll take him to get checked out tomorrow.”

Receiving no reply, you lift your gaze from Kosmo in front of you to Yelena who was looking at you with complete and utter adoration. You raised your eyebrow in question, confused. “What?”

“Our dog, huh?” She smiled knowingly.

You threw your head back and groaned. “Fine!” you relented. “We’ll keep the damn dog! You’ve already named him anyways.”

Surprisingly, Yelena squealed in happiness and she quickly leant over Kosmo between you and kissed you which you quickly melted into. She pulled back slightly, her lips still ghosting over yours in a feather-like touch. “I love you,” she whispered.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you, too.” You captured her lips once more; the kiss being cut short due to a certain over-excitable pup wanting to join in. Yelena laughs as you grimace and wipe your cheek the back of your coats’ sleeve.

“Damn dog.”

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My first Yelena fic

That’s cool

I’m probably not going to be writing for the rest of the week since I had my second vaccine jab this morning and last time, my throat closed up after 24 hours and couldn’t breath properly for like a whole ass week

So, yeah. That’s fun

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Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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