#or christmas since they’re 6 days apart

[starkeysprincess]

showing these to my sister & telling her he’s all i want for my bday next month ☺️

[bnhaobservation]

Thank you for giving me a chance to talk about BNHA and my apologies if I’ve erased the link from your post...

...but to me it wouldn’t feel fair to discuss another person’s post on my blog, if it’s not from me directly reblogging said post and therefore engaging into discussion with the original owner who can therefore see the reblog and decide to answer back.

I also can’t offer opinions on why a person says something. The best way to know why they do so is to ask them.

I can however offer info and opinions on the over mentioned canon. As usual, for the part regarding the opinions, people’s thoughts might differ from mine. I’m not Horikoshi nor Japanese and I don’t pretend to know ‘the truth’. Also, aspects of Japanese culture will be mentioned because relevant to the discussion. Again, I do document myself about them but as I’m not Japanese I might fail to understand something important. If this will be the case, I apologize.

Said all this, let’s start.

Was Rei a minor when she was married?

As far as I know we don’t know Rei’s age so we can’t answer this one. Back when BNHA started women could, however, marry at 16 if the family gave permission (recently the law had been changed so she would need to be 18) and age of majority in Japan was 20 (again the law has changed and now it’s 18).

Enji is 20/21 when he gets married. Considering Horikoshi’s liking for married couples to be 4 years apart it’s possible she was 16/17 and, for her to marry at that age back then, was perfectly legal EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS A MINOR by Japan’s law.

Currently Japanese law doesn’t allow a minor to marry so, if BNHA has started now, we wouldn’t have this discussion… unless one were to come from a country were age of majority is, let’s say, 25, and were to try to force its country’s view on what constitute age of majority on a Japanese character.

Still, even if it’s possible Rei married as a minor… the truth is we don’t know. For all we know she could be the one 4 years older than Enji… or she could have his same age. Until Horikoshi releases her profile with her age we’ll never know.

I like to headcanon her as 4 years younger than Enji because it adds to the drama and fits with what looked like her social role in the family (sacrifice herself to either continue the Himura family or to economically save it) so I don’t think she would have waited a lot before getting married.

It’s worth to remember in Japan, women had traditionally been expected to marry at a young age, and those who were unmarried after the age of 25 were metaphorically referred to as "(unsold) Christmas cakes" (クリスマスケーキ) in reference to items which are still unsold after the 25th.

So really, I don’t expect Rei to be older than Enji.

On the other side, since Rei’s age at the time of her marriage has zero relevance in the story, in the beginning Horikoshi might have planned to have her marry at 16/17 but, if he’ll ever release Rei’s profile he might retcon it to 18 so as to abide to the actual Japanese law and save himself from discussions and complains.

We’ll see if we’ll ever get Rei’s profile.

Should Touya’s siblings be blamed for not adequately supporting Touya?

So let’s start with Touya’s siblings’ ages as it’s often a point that gets discussed.

Fuyumi is born 11 months after Touya, which makes her basically almost a year younger.

Natsuo is born 4 years and 6 months after Touya.

Shouto is born 7 days before Touya will turn 8.

Since Touya ‘dies’ in winter when he’s about to turn 14, Fuyumi has just turned 13, Natsuo is 8, Shouto is about to turn 6. They’re clearly all very young and, in addition to this, Shouto is forbidden from interacting with them.

Would I hold accountable children so young for failing to support their sibling?

Nope, in my culture a minor isn’t expected to do such job, that’s what we consider a parent’s job. A child will be educated into the idea he has to try to support his siblings (when he’ll be older) by teaching him or her to be nice and helpful to his siblings, and he might be scolded if he doesn’t but, if something were to go wrong with a sibling, not only we wouldn’t hold the kid to be accountable for failing to support their sibling but we don’t even think it would make that big of a difference the fact he failed to do so. The entirety of the responsibility falls on the parents, the siblings can help or not but they won’t be held accountable.

Also, for me it's not just culture, what I studied about psychology and children's development influences me into thinking that kids shouldn’t be held accountable.

Would I expect children to feel guilty for failing to support their siblings, regardless of me not blaming them?

It’s something they might feel, especially if they loved their brother and believed they could make a difference (it doesn’t matter if this was true or not). Humans can feel guilty they couldn’t help someone they love even if it wasn’t their place to help that person and they truly couldn’t help.

Is my view of siblings’ dynamics universal (as in shared by everyone across the planet)? Does it applies to the story?

Skipping that there’s no such a thing as an universal view, my view is also clearly influenced by my culture. I was taught not to hold children accountable for such things. I’m not Japanese though, and Japan has some very different views on family dynamics from my home country.

So next I’ll toss in some Japanese cultural expectations for siblings.

In Japan siblings are expected to have a strong sense of loyalty and duty towards each other and towards their parents. Respect for elders and hierarchy within the family are also important aspects of Japanese family dynamics. Traditionally, the eldest child in a family holds a special position and is often expected to take on a leadership role within the family. Younger siblings are expected to show deference and respect towards their older siblings. Sibling relationships are often characterized by a sense of closeness and loyalty. Siblings are expected to support and help each other, especially in times of need. It is common for siblings to maintain strong bonds throughout their lives and to provide emotional and practical support for each other.

Of course, in real life, things vary from family to family, but this is a general outline of the common societal expectations pushed on siblings.

Also, in Japan, if one of the family members commits a crime, all the family will be held accountable, regardless of the age of the family members and their possibility to stop that person from committing a crime.

How all this applies to the story?

You might remember at first Rei was okay with having more children because ‘they would support each other’. It was more than just a passing thought or wishful thinking.

However Fuyumi and Natsuo couldn’t support Touya, nor could Shouto who wasn’t even allowed to spend time with him.

The story makes clear that getting support or not can do a lot of difference.

While the story pins most of the blame on Enji and part of the blame on Rei, it still holds accountable all the siblings (except for maybe Shouto) as well for their failure to support their sibling when they were supposed to.

That’s also due to how while in the west we tend to see someone to blame if he intentionally did something wrong, in many Japanese stories someone is held accountable for merely triggering without even knowing or meaning to, something wrong.

There’s more of a cause-effect mentality that comes to play in Japanese stories while in western stories we tend to focus more on intentions.

In Japanese stories you can find often people being held accountable for things that in my culture would be completely excusable or not even considered a possible source of blame, merely because said things triggered something bad.

So should people hold Touya’s siblings accountable?

As I said before I do not hold them accountable. They were too young in a situation too complex and too heavy for such young kids and, anyway, the ones who should be hold accountable for kids for me are the parents, not the siblings.

I however think the story does hold them accountable, possibly even more than it would in real life because, in addition to the cultural context, the story is also meant to teach people the importance of supporting loved ones, so it’s going to hammer on how Touya’s siblings should have supported him and how this would have made a difference and how their failure to do so is to blame.

Each reader is free to come to the conclusion he prefers in this regard because I really don’t know the culture of each reader and what it teaches them.

Also a story is often a medium to teach something and not a perfect mirror of real life and this story is aimed at teens so it’s going to push an abnormal amount of responsibility in young generations as they’re the main focus. In fact comparatively there’s more teenagers fighting All for One than adult Heroes and everyone relied on Midoriya, a teen, way too much, but this is done merely because the story is aimed at young audience and so it makes them the main characters and heroes.

Horikoshi, by sending so many teens on the battleground, likely isn’t trying to say Japan should start using child soldiers, it’s just making characters who’re of the same age of his intended audience be the heroes for the sake of entertaining said young audience.

In the same way, by pointing out how Touya’s siblings should have supported him, it’s possible he’s not telling the readers children should be held accountable for failing to support their brother but that it’s important for them to try to support their siblings because otherwise consequences might be bad and they might suffer them.

It’s less accusatory toward Touya’s siblings and more message oriented… or at least that’s how I interpret it.

Everyone can think differently.

As said before I’m not Japanese and I’m clearly not Horikoshi so I can’t really say what he’s thinking, just trying to guess it.

What about extenuating circumstances that stopped his family members from supporting Touya? Is one of them more excusable than the others?

So… each one of Touya’s family members had reasons to fail to support Touya.

If you ask me, the more powerless a character was to support him, the more said character is excusable, so of course, if I were to rate them, we would go from the most excusable of all, Shouto (too young, completely powerless, not allowed to interact with him, completely unable to understand what went with him), to Natsuo (very young, not fully able to understand his problems, completely unable to help him in certain important matters), to Fuyumi (young, technically barely able to understand his problems, unable to help him in certain important matters), to Rei (likely raised to sacrifice for the family and obey to the Himura family head first, to her husband after, extremely busy taking care of 4 children of different ages, 3 of them all younger than Touya, one of whom was forced to undergo through abusive training, eventually also so psychologically unwell to the point she had a paranoid episode, exchanged Shouto for Enji and attacked him in misplaced self defense before ending up hospitalized), to the one I view more culpable, Enji (blinded by his negative sides to the point of obsession, probably psychologically damaged, raised in a culture that enabled him to do many things that I do believe are wrong, his culture selling them as okay instead).

Enji and Rei also are less excusable than the kids as they’re Touya’s parents and therefore I view taking care of Touya as THEIR JOB, my country’s law establishing also they’ve to do it according to certain standards, while I can’t say the same Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shouto.

Of course mine is a subjective rating and people can disagree with it for the more assorted reasons… after all Enji and Rei fail to follow the acceptable standards for parenting in my country but Japanese law and manga tropes disagrees with my country’s law on such standards so who am I to judge?

Something else I find of relevance is I don’t think the story is trying hard to make a rating of who’s more culpable and who’s less culpable because for assorted reasons they all failed and so they all had to pay consequences and that’s why the story has all the Todorokis go stop Touya and get burned in attempting to do so.

As I said many Japanese stories have a cause-effect kind of narrative (you do something, this something ends up hurting someone, you pay consequences for it) more than a ‘evil person gets punished’ narrative.

It’s karma (the sum of a person's actions, good and bad, which leads to future consequences), it’s hitsuzen (必然 “the inevitable consequences of something”), more than some god deciding you need to be punished for your evil deeds.

At least to me it feels like this is the point the story is making. Again, I’m not Japanese, I might be wrong.

There are so many cultural things tied in this story that it’s very easy to misunderstand something as many things that for me are normal, aren’t normal in Japan and vice versa. So yeah, my understanding might be flawed.

Said all this I apologize if this wasn’t the kind of reply you were hoping for.

I do enjoy talking about BNHA a lot and I’m grateful to you for offering me the chance to talk about it… but if you want to know why someone in the net said something about it, the best source to whom to ask that information is the person making the post.

I can only offer my opinion on the topics you mentioned and my opinion on them is as good as the one of the next guy. I’m not Horikoshi, I sadly don’t know ‘the truth’.

So, again thank you for your ask and sorry if this wasn’t the answer you were hoping for…

[lumiereandcogsworth]

this is kinda vague cause I don’t have any specific question in mind but can you talk about lumiere and adam’s relationship? just ,, anything about them? cause lemme tell youuuuuuuu something 🫵🏻 I think about that fic where he performs a magic trick for little adam all the time

SCREAM!!! the fact that you think about that fic so much makes me SO HAPPY😭 i ADORE adam & lumi’s relationship so YES LET’S GET INTO IT BABEY!

for starters, i headcanon that they’re 11 years apart. i did this because dan stevens and ewan mcgregor are 11 years apart, lmao. but i also think it makes sense! so i didn’t feel like altering that.

they met when adam was 4, and lumiere was hired as a 15-year-old footman. i think they liked each other instantly. lumiere’s jovial/loud/playful personality perfectly filled in all the gaps of adam’s terrible shyness. queen renée liked him, (she was only like. 6-7 years older than him) and he reminded her of her own younger brothers, whom she dearly missed. this helped adam trust lumiere quicker, as lumiere ended up spending extra time with him.

like in the fic you’re referring to, lumiere quickly picked up on how regularly adam needed to be rescued. mrs. potts filled him in on the severity of the situation here, and how it’s been like this since he was born, so lumiere became pretty protective of adam. he’d try to distract him and pull him out of reality as much as he could. cogsworth was always on the fence about it, because on the one hand, he wants to follow the rules and obey the king’s orders that servants aren’t supposed to be friendly with the family. but on the other hand, he cared about little adam too, and he was glad, in THIS case, that lumiere was so good at being sneaky

a couple years later, plumette joined the crew as a young maid. lumi fell for her INSTANTLY, and they became besties very quickly. she, too, of course, felt so badly for the little prince. she also became trusted by queen renée (who was alwaaysss rooting for those two — she’d get their schedules rearranged so they could work together or get days off together, and even find secret rooms to allow them alone time. she’s the OG plumiere shipper😤)

ANYWAY, my point there is that lumi and plumette very much became the big brother & sister that adam very much needed. they both played with him as much as they could. they’d go for walks with him in the garden when his mother was occupied, they’d race boats across the pond. lumiere would give him piggy back rides around the castle and adam would actually laugh sometimes!! he was so,., not very expressive as a kid. especially not happy emotions. so it always melted their hearts when they could hear his precious little giggle🥹

i’ve mentioned this before i think, but for birthdays and christmas and such, queen renée would send lum and plum to paris to get gifts for adam, since she was often not permitted to leave without the king🙃

lumiere also taught adam how to play chess!!!!! he also taught him some “special moves” (cheating) that guarantee (he’s cheating) victory every time😎 (he taught him how to cheat because beating cogsworth is funny). but he still knows (and never forgets!!!) the basics!!

when the queen got sick… ough. everyone was just trying to take care of adam as much as they could. which wasn’t enough At All, but it was all they could do. and when she died? OUGHDKFJSKJ!!!!!!!! adam was 9 (and a half), lumiere was 20. everyone (except the king 🤬🔪) is very very very sad.

adam would have really really awful nightmares, following her death. he’d wake up screaming and sweating and panicking. he’d cry and just entirely be unable to calm down. lumiere soon learned about this and started sneaking to the west wing at night and sleeping in the hallway outside of his room. and then when he’d hear adam wake up, he’d come in and try to soothe him best he could. he’d climb onto the bed and sit beside him and hold him tight until the crying turned to whimpering. adam would mumble “where is she? where’s mama? i want mama” and lumiere would shush him gently and try to keep him calm and pet his hair, telling him to go back to sleep.

the king soon found out about this (he had too many RATS working for him😤) and forbade it, putting a guard outside adam’s room so no one was allowed in during the night. (and sometimes louis would force him to stay in there during the day too! if he was being particularly difficult (having autistic meltdowns or just in general Being An Autistic And Depressed Child) and no one could control him🙃)

anywaaayyyyyy this is the beginning of the many cracks and fractures that would come to their friendship. adam is sent to boarding school in the fall and he just gets more closed off, angry, sad, you name it! from here. it’s not a 180 flip though. the first few years when he comes home for breaks, he’s still drawn to lumi & plum and still leans on them. i have a sweet fic from when he was 11 that’s 🥹🤧 a precious moment amidst the terribleness. and it’s more lumi doing card tricks!! hehe!! he’s an entertainer, what can i say?🤩

by the time he’s a teenager though there’s basically nothing between them. his father beat him enough times to Stop Talking To Them that he just finally gave up trying. and when his father dies just before adam turned 16, it’s all a mess. adam’s completely cold with all of them. he’s been away most of the time the last 6 years because of school so when he does come back and Stay at the castle, he just really makes it his domain. he invites all the awful friends he’s made in the cities, he creates his corrupt and awful court, he indulges and drowns in his self-loathing. all that good stuff 🙃

and where does it leave lumiere? heartbroken with the rest of the gang. feeling like they failed him. which is so hard because it’s like!!! they did as much as they COULD. if they did any more, if they were less sneaky, less careful, they’d have lost their livelihoods! and they couldn’t risk losing their work OR leaving adam to truly fend for himself. so they settled for the brief moments they could each spend with him, desperately hoping it would be enough for him to turn out like his mother, instead of his father😭

but of course. we know how the story goes. during the curse it’s interesting because he’s just stuck with them. like there’s no other people he could distract himself with. he’s stuck with them!!! and he clearly still listens to them, at least to a degree. i really love the scene where he sees a place setting for belle at the table and he gets PISSED and yells “LUMIERE!!!!!!!!!” and goes to talk to him. and he’s all pissy and grumpy but he’s still talking to him!! and cogsworth!! and mrs. potts!! it’s just so complicated!!!! like it’s not like he’s FORGOTTEN how much they meant to him, it’s just that his mind and heart are so DEEPLY clouded by the trauma of growing up with his father and the anger that he still feels for him, and himself! because of him! AGHGHH!!!

but you know what scene kicks so much ass??? THE ADAM & LUMIERE HUG!!!!!!!!!!! i’ve already perfectly elaborated on it here, and idk if i’ll ever be able to elaborate on it again because it usually just makes me go GJSKFHWKDHWKDHSKSJ!!!!!!!!!!! but that hug is just. CRAZY. “HELLO OLD FRIEND” ??????? i’m gonna throw myself into the sun. adam calling lumiere his old friend is genuinely one of the reasons i fell so FREAKING hard for this film seven years ago. what a line. what a scene. THE IMPLICATIONS OF IT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! adam’s cold heart is thawed and is full of LOVE and he HUGS HIS OLD FRIEND, THE ONE WHO WAS LIKE A BROTHER TO HIM, THE ONE WHO PLAYED WITH HIM AND WIPED HIS TEARS AND HELD HIM WHEN HE JUST WANTED THE WORLD TO SWALLOW HIM WHOLE. THATS HIS OLD FRIEND!!!! ADAM LOVES LUMIERE SO SO SO MUCH 😭😭😭

gosh… anyway, as a last, lovely, note. they of course become such best friends. after the curse, they have a couple deep talks that are so Good for them both, but especially adam. and adam learns how to confide in him, how to trust him again. they play billiards and pass the time! they play chess and adam “wins” and lumiere’s like hey dude i thought we AGREED we were only gonna use those moves on COGSWORTH!!! also lumiere becomes his valet for many years, so they’re just always chattin about one thing or another. (it’s usually court gossip though. lumiere being a servant has ALL THE TEA☕️).

they become fathers together, their children grow up together. heck! they become fathers-in-LAW together!! juliette ends up marrying lumiere & plumette’s eldest son, sebastian!!! :”) (and reecy & their younger child xavier are BEST FRIENDS😤 which is also VERY IMPORTANT‼️) their families are just forever intertwined. even before the marriage, they really are family. in a modern suburban au, i just KNOW they’d be neighbors having barbecues at each other’s houses all summer 🤧 anyway it’s just so beautiful man!! adam and lumiere just have such an important bond. they’ve Truly been through thick and thin. it’s such a sweet love, to have a friend as wonderful as they have in each other 🥹

[thatseventiesbitch]

My That ‘90s Show Review: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Alright, a few days (and rewatches) in, and I’m finally ready to give my thoughts on That ‘90s Show - a show I waited on for two years (but really, more like 17 years). Buckle in for a looooong essay, lol.

I give That ‘90s Show a solid 4 out of 5 stars. I’ll do my best to explain my rating below.

The Good

The Eric-and-Donna of it all. Well - this is an Eric & Donna blog above all else, so of course we were watching first and foremost to see our OTP reunited onscreen after 15 years! And we were not disappointed by what we found. 💗😭

Eric and Donna are happily married in 1995, and navigating the perils of parenting a teenager (shudder). They’re still just as in-love as ever, but now in their mid (late??) 30′s and acting like they’ve been married for 150 years. I guess they have been together since they were 4 🤣.

One thing I think the show really got right is Eric-and-Donna-as-parents. That went exactly as I could’ve predicted. Eric is Kitty to his daughter, well-intentioned but overbearing - and Donna sets boundaries with Leia (like her parents didn’t with her) but is also there to reel Eric in and to remind him of the important stuff: to trust their kid, to let her have her own experiences, to help teach her to take (smart!) risks. I adored that we got to see them “in action” as a parenting team, I loved when Donna went out to check on him and they talked through his fears about Leia growing up and not needing him anymore, I loved seeing how Eric is clearly worried he’s going to become his father (but it’s so clear that he’s so not)... I just loved it all.

Specific shout out to Donna-as-a-mom, which I never knew I needed in my life so much until I saw it! Her running into the Forman’s living room, screaming that she got Leia condoms, jellies, and the uglies underwear she could find... 🤣 Hysterical, and also felt so true to character. That’s exactly how I saw Donna parenting a teenager.

The Red-and-Kitty of it all. Red and Kitty are a joy. Seeing them as grandparents - and as a still-happy couple, enjoying their retirement (or not-so-retirement?) -was the other high point of the series for me.

Red and Kitty are still happy and in love. I never doubted they would be, but it was just heartwarming to see. I also loved their interactions with other characters, like seeing Bob and Fez come back (!!) and the introduction of Sherri, who very much feels like pseudo-daughter for them.

Red as a grandparent was everything I wanted it to be. Him calling Leia “kiddo” - my heart 💗. We kind of got glimpses that he was excited to become a grandparent on the show - like Eric and Donna’s pregnancy scare in season 6 - and I think now we see why. Red knows being a grandpa is where it’s at! He’s done with all the hard parts of being a father, being the ‘bad cop’, and just gets to enjoy and be the fun one! I am picturing him doing this Leia’s whole life lmao... like Eric and Donna sent her over for an afternoon and she comes home hopped up on sugar and Red’s like, “Sorry, she wanted it all and I couldn’t say no. Oh, getting her to bed tonight? I don’t know, not my problem!” Or like, he always gets her the noisiest gifts for Christmas. Kitty as a grandparent was also very sweet - her and Leia making up the pasta names is what immediately comes to mind 😂. Their “good cop” and “bad cop” dynamic has definitely shifted with the grandkid, and I could have predicted that (but it is fun to see!!).

Leia Forman. I adore Leia. I saw someone online say she’s the rare case of two great characters not having a super annoying kid, and I thought yep, spot on. Reboots are always a tricky beast, casting the kid of two beloved characters even more so, but this one worked out.

Leia is funny, endearing, smart, and I see a lot of shades of both Eric and Donna in her but also plenty that sets her apart as her own character. Her storyline about being a coddled, sheltered kid looking to break free and have some adventure worked for me, and I would love to get the chance to see how Leia continues to evolve as she gets older and spends more summers in Point Place.

Gwen and Leia, aka Geia. This is my ship! I really love Gwen and Leia together, and want them to fall in love (cackles in *fanfic author*). But I want it to be a slow-burn, where they realize they’ve fallen for each other, ‘accidentally’, over time. Falling for your best friend... who lives next door... hmmm, wonder why I like this pairing so much...? 😉🤣🥰

Pure nostalgia. The basement. The Hub. The Vista Cruiser. Fenton. Leo. I wanted nostalgia, dammit, and the show delivered. I will even (tentatively) put a few ‘90s references in this column, like hearing ‘Shoop’, ‘I’ll Make Love to You’, and ‘You Outta Know’ and seeing a few other 90s things that reminded me of my childhood, like Free Willy and snap bracelets. 

The humor. I went into the show with low expectations, specifically in this department. I was worried the humor would feel ‘off’, or would feel cheesy, or just not funny to me. There were definitely a few jokes that didn’t land (aren’t there always?), but over all I am happy to put the show’s humor in the ‘win’ column! I laughed out loud - a lot. I could tell that the same writers/showrunners were involved - it felt like similar humor from the original series. I think I enjoyed so much partly because I just love these characters, but many of the new characters had me in stitches too. Ozzie and Sherri in particular.

Sherri. Speaking of Sherri, she was my favorite of the new characters. Obvious Laurie stand-in is obvious, and that’s sad/unfortunate, but once I can move beyond that I really enjoyed her. I liked that she was a well-meaning mom but she definitely needs Red and Kitty’s support and guidance - I look forward to seeing how their relationship will develop. I even thought Sherri’s storyline with Fez was funny. It leaves the door open for Wilmer to return.

The references back to the OG show. The split-screen moments. The extended 90210 daydream/fantasy sequence. The Circle. The screen change sequences (the one with Kitty and Leia in the beanie hats is my favorite!)

The Bad

The 10-episode format. To me the most glaring issue was the 10-episode format, which rendered the season far too short to develop any of the characters or plot-lines they’d set up to satisfaction. Now, in fairness, maybe this is just the order they got for season 1. If they are successful, perhaps a longer order can be made for season 2. But also - maybe not. A lot of Netflix shows are consistently 10-episodes only these days.

But That ‘90s Show had less than half the episodes That ‘70s Show had in its first season to develop character and interesting conflict - and it shows. I like where they were going with everything, but storylines often felt rushed or like a lot of jumping around had happened from one episode to the next (For instance, I thought the Leia-and-Jay dating story went really fast. One minute they were all will-they-won’t-they, Leia’s never kissed a boy, and then BAM they’re together, calling each other babe, and she’s sneaking him up into her room for make-out sessions. Whoa!). The characters felt underdeveloped, too, or like we only knew one thing about them - because we didn’t have time to learn more.

So I know this is unlikely to change, but my biggest gripe is that there wasn’t enough runtime. You have an interesting premise here, you’ve sucked me in. Now properly develop it.

The focus on romantic relationships. Related, the focus on Leia’s romantic relationships was not my favorite aspect. I actually liked how they started the thing with her and Jay - Jay’s a playboy, but he’s not being one with her. They should’ve developed that out through all ten episodes, and had him just give her her first kiss in like, episode 9 or 10. The twist with Nate at the end is kind of interesting and could still happen (but as it is, it comes out of left field... which, now that I think about it, is how Leia felt about it too, I guess).

Regardless, I am neither team-Jay or team-Nate. I didn’t think either couple like, blew me away with their chemistry (although I don’t think we’re meant to feel that way yet, as viewers). My favorite parts of the season were seeing Leia’s friendships blossom, with Gwen and with Ozzie mostly. I’d have liked this season to be more focused on that - and maybe she stumbles into her first kiss along the way by the end of the season, anyway, and there’s still a romantic cliff-hanger.

The timeline inconsistencies (and others). There were several - the most notable being the timeline around Jackie-Kelso getting back together and Jay’s existence, and Eric’s age (38? He was born in 1960 so he and Donna would be 35 in 1995) - and while I am disappointed, I am not surprised. 

These are the same showrunners who gave us 3 different birthdays for Eric during the run of the show. The same people who gave us 3 different stories about how/when Eric and Donna met for the first time. The same people who gave Donna 2 sisters and then - poof - magically wrote them off (including in That ‘90s Show lol - “There’s only one girl in the world with Bob as her dad, and Eric had to pick her!”). The same showrunners who had Hyde turn 18 two seasons before Eric. The same - you know what, I’m going to stop myself. The point is, this shit is nothing new. That ‘70s Show fans are used to setting their non-sensical mistakes aside and enjoying the show anyway. Their inattention to detail officially goes in the ‘Bad’ column, though. It’s frustrating.

Jackie and Kelso endgame. Well, this ended up being exactly as it was leaked to be, and Jackie and Kelso were on their second remarriage. I do not mind Jackie and Kelso together and do frankly find it realistic, but this isn’t the happiest ending for Ms. Jackie Burkhart. I thought their scene was pretty funny (we did get a “Damn, Jackie!”), albeit brief, but I had higher hopes for the state of their relationship based on some recent promo materials. I also wished we’d seen (1) Jackie, Kelso and Jay interact as a family, (2) Learned what Jackie and Kelso do for a living/a little bit of backstory as to how they ended up back in Point Place.

No on-screen character reunion. I am bummed that Eric and Donna didn’t interact with the Kelso’s - or with Fez! (I guess Donna did, briefly) Seeing this picture makes me want to see it so, so badly in season 2! I think we’re all curious as to what Eric and Donna’s relationship is like with Jackie and Kelso these days.

The Ugly

Hyde’s absence. I think any long-time fan of the show felt Hyde’s absence, and wondered about the character’s ending. The character’s ending is: totally open-ended, since he was not mentioned at all. Although it was painful to feel his absence, I preferred this to giving him an ending like prison or death, which would have felt like a fuck you to the actor but not fair to the character of Steven Hyde. Mostly because it allows us to fill in our own ending for him. I’m going to say that he finally moved to New York, and he’s happy out there. He keeps in contact with Eric and Donna still. 😊

A few side-notes: One, I have a feeling most of the OG cast actually supports Danny Masterson, so... yeah. Do with that sinking feeling in your heart what you will. But I doubt they will write him off in a mean way for that reason.

Two, I think they were in between a rock and a hard place with this. Honestly, if they’d written Hyde in, in any way, I’d feel squicky about it. Even an off-screen mention. But long-live the fan fiction, am I right?? I’ve already started to see some popping up 👀

Kitty’s moment. Kitty had a moment where I clapped my hand over my mouth (even though I literally knew it was coming), and that was when she called Leia, “That lying little bitch,” when Ozzie told her they were at a rave. It was very shocking, and very un-Kitty-like. Did not like.

(That said, I am not one who uses labels like out-of-character in a context like this. It’s not my character - it’s Debra Jo’s and the showrunners’. It’s a part of her character I didn’t like. And that’s okay. She was in a moment of huge stress, probably suddenly worried sick about her granddaughter. I have certainly had bad reactions to stress, too. As my girl Brene Brown says, “People get scary when they’re scared.”)

Overview

So, I mean... I have largely good things to say about That ‘90s Show, and it was a tall order man, because That ‘70s Show is my baby. And ain’t nobody finna touch my baby!!!

Was it perfect? No. Some of the little things were off, but it felt like overall, the big things were on. And that’s what’s important. I also feel invested enough in the new kids (definitely in Leia), and I think they have a lot of different directions they can take the rest of the series. So 4 out of 5 stars, and when can I expect a season 2 announcement, Netflix??? 😆

[beatsboy]

8.24.24 / 2 months of being a delusional artist

it’s my life though i often forget i ask myself what happened to my mother, where the strong woman i hear stories about went and i’m already watching the same thing happen to me i have watched myself soften in responsibility, in fear, in shrinking from the inevitability of the way the world sees me because of who i am. the echoes of their reprimands in the back of my head as i create a life they could have never imagined for me. i mistake grow and mature with reduce and conform. but it’s my life, don’t you (me) forget.

i picked af up from the airport today, it’s been a long two weeks without them. i’m back to not having a car again, and honestly, i’m relieved. i didn’t like driving again, i’m burnt out from being a driving citizen for as long as i have in a city like this. maybe it’s hard to get around without a car in la and that’s why everyone has cars, but because everyone has cars, it makes the roads a panic attack waiting to happen. and though i’ve definitely gotten used to it over the years, i’ve been driving in la since i was a teenager, it doesn’t mean that it’s an enjoyable experience. it used to be fun and exciting even when i first started driving. i used to joke that left turns in la were my favorite form of a low stakes adrenaline rush. but i’m just tired now. and i don’t want to be in control. i want to get to the metro station, sit down on the subway, and wait for my stop. and then, i like walking home. that said, i don’t like it so much when it’s 90 degrees outside, but summer is almost over, it will be at least normal summer temperatures hopefully for sept/oct (i love it here, jk) it literally is so hot for most of the year, and i am a literal vampire. i will live somewhere colder someday, but for now, i have to live here, and i like living here. for now, i can handle it.

it kind of feels like living in the center of hell sometimes, like in the movies when you get to the capitol of hell where satan’s thrown is and everyone is just the coolest person you’ve ever seen or about to go feral and everything’s burning and chaotic but people seem to be not upset that they’re in hell? that’s what it feels like and if you see it that way, it kind of makes the spots of beauty/magic/connection stand out more, like a glistening pearl of saliva slowly laid onto your dry, cracked lips from a lover’s tongue.

i don’t know why i like to imagine fantasy aus of my life to comfort myself, my life is already like 6 oscar winning movies about trauma rolled into one. i’m a trans swer in los angeles trying to be a motherfucking pop star during a fucking recession while the world is falling apart after i stopped talking to my father after finding out he stole my financial identity at the age of 12 and had been financially and emotionally abusing me my whole life and threatened to sue him which was after i got addicted to coke which was after went to rehab for trying to kill myself i quit a promising literary career, having gotten an agent right out of college, to make hyperpop in my bedroom. i got sober with my equally addicted partner i got trafficked for a month i transitioned i did coke with a man named joe thousand until 11am christmas day, slept all day and cried the first year i wasn’t in contact with my family i found myself in raves, from kyiv to la, i changed my entire life over and over again i am never satisfied and i’m not sure i ever will be

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Good answers! Got some more if that’s ok?

1: you mention in a earlier post that they like avatar, what type of bending would the duo use?

2: let’s say at school, they was asked what type of superpowers would they want to have? What power would they choose?

3: what’s their New Year’s resolution?

4: in a battle royale, between the members of starknights & titans of tomorrow, who would be the last one standing? I’m gonna say Chris XD

5: what gifts did Chris & Jake give to their families on Christmas Day?

6: what’s their role during the holidays? Like being a cook, wrapping presents etc…

Have a Very Merry Christmas @gothicghost2000

1) I can see Chris being a Water bender as his personality undergoes a positive change that flows with the currents of life as it has been for the last half a decade. Meanwhile, because of his free spirited attitude and joyful outlook on life in spite of any sort of hardships he can come across and his value on all life, Jake can be an Airbender.

2) This is a relatively easy question for them, so easy they wind up making three to five page essays about their superpowers they choose regarding their benefits, uses, and many other coolness factors in demonstrating how much they love it, especially power they actually legit have unbeknownst to their teachers. Chris can pick Flight while Jake selects Enhanced Strength.

3) Chris: No more Shampoo or Hair Dye pranks on Conner….though Perfume Pranks are Still on the Table

Jake: Not to blame himself for cases, whether in school or especially as as superhero, when things go wrong bits it’s not his faulty ultimately. Also, being less nervous around Meredith when they hang out

4) That’s very much the case though as with any wrestling match, it’s far from an easy battle. Especially for Chris as almost the vets second the bell rings, since it was every man for themselves, almost all the others rushed to try getting Chris right out of the ring, only being stopped once Jake started going after Bobby and Irey. From there, one by one, the competitors fell out of the ring until finally it was between Chris and Mar’i. Jake offered to help from outside but Chris adamantly tells him to not interfere, ultimately coming out on top via Mar’i missing her aim with a super kick

5) Chris;

- He got Lois and Clark brand new notebooks, pens, a Diamond ring for Lois and new glasses for Clark

- Conner got a brand new leather jacket with some Bi Flag patches and saying stitched on the back on top of his S Shield, “Family Matters, They’re S Tier”

- Kara was given a brand new small jacket for Streaky which has colors that match her hero outfit and a new shiny red cape

- Finally but certainly not least, Jon was given a brand new chemistry set complete with a lab coat, gloves and goggles for any fun safe experiments he can conduct

Jake;

- For Dick, Jake manages to track down entire textbooks about circus history and also some Robin Hood

- Kory received a photo album comprised of the happier memories she has with her parents, Galfore, Kom, Ry, and her Planet

- He also gave Mar’i a brand new blanket he sewed along with Alfred. It’s a thick Cotton cloth with Pink threads and imprinted with blue and white stars

- Finally for his beloved Uncle Tim(my) Drake, a rare Five Foot Tall Crocky Plushie, cause he knows his beloved Uncle basically worships that Dancing alligator without any doubt

6) Chris aids Martha and Kara in the kitchen for preparing the dinner, being in charge of the side dishes including mashed potatoes and steaming the vegetables while also prepping the table for the whole family to sit down once it’s all ready

Then there’s Jake who helps place all the decorations on both the Christmas tree and all throughout the apartment, following Dick’s instructions on where everything should go just case they want to spice it up from last year. He does so while Kory and Mar’i handle other parts of the place. On Christmas Day itself, Jake also handles the music

[watchinghallmark]

Any idea why they just dumped the rest of the Love Club movies this weekend? The last two especially being on 6 and 8pm on Memorial Day seems like they didn't have a lot of confidence in these. But with the writers' strike going on you'd think they'd want to save some stuff when content gets lean. Though I guess they also didn't want to put them too far apart (as I had to struggle to remember what the first one was about) and I guess they wanted other things in the summer slots?

They were acquired movies so I think they just didn’t care and didn’t have the slots open to fill either. From here on out they probably have a pretty full schedule through Christmas. The strike doesn’t seem to be impacting them much since they stockpiled in anticipation. They’re still filming a lot.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Reality/Non-AU (6) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part seven, part eight

a haze on the horizon (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Phil finds something on Dan's camera roll after tour that has him thinking some frustrating thoughts.

A Nun and A Priest: You Get Me Closer to God (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: When Dan dresses up as a sexy nun for Halloween in America, he finds himself longing for a sexy priest.

A Very Lester Christmas (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: Upon their arrival to the Lester family home for Christmas, Kath has special gifts ready for her sons.

a warm heart (ao3) - okaydoomer

Summary: On new year's eve Dan is thinking about the year he's had. He's the happiest he's ever been and he can't put his feelings into words but Phil is there to listen and he knows what feeling this is. Pride.

all of these small things (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: It’s Dan’s first day back from his American tour, and Phil can’t believe how much he’s missed him.

and the house becomes a home again (ao3) - BLUEGREYKIM

Summary: Dan’s plane lands at one-thirty-two AM (he’s been tracking the flight since it took off, and his stomach’s been flipping with jitters since Dan’s phone switched to aeroplane mode and his texts stopped going through).

Two and a half months, since Dan's been home, and Phil has been going crazy.

(also known as the dan comes home fic)

banging on a heart of tin (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan has a little crush.

(Spoiler: It's on his boyfriend of thirteen years.)

Dan and Phil vs the Pantomime (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: Phil surprises Dan with tickets to a Christmas pantomime.

end this chapter (ao3) - brookwrites

Summary: it’s been years since dan and phil planned the changes they’re about to make, and they’ve been preparing for them since they got home from tour. dan’s more than ready, but when it comes time to announce it, phil has some doubts. is it really time to end this chapter?

envelop the lonely places (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Dan in his arms is like remembering how to breathe.

(reunion fic, dec '22)

Here’s some faves from my camera roll this year (ao3) - natigail

Summary: 1 birthday tweet. 4 photos. 4 domestic memories. 1 smiling Phil. 1 fond Dan.

home for the holidays (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil take a moment to themselves while hosting Dan’s family for Christmas.

I can't help falling in love with you (again) (ao3) - Findus26

Summary: It's 2020, the world is falling apart and Dan can't help thinking back to October 2009 when everything was new and exciting. Phil finds a way to recreate the feeling

keep your brittle heart warm (ao3) - theloveofbees

Summary: this summer is strange. but its warm. and theres wine. and theres music. and maybe things will be okay.

Kind Of Similar (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: It’s kind of like 2009, they are apart again and spending hours staring through cameras at each other - just that Skype is as dead as the fringes and Dan is touring the world - but apart from that, practically identical.

made for you (ao3) - BLUEGREYKIM

Summary: Phil, in all the years he's known Dan, can tell what he's thinking with a glance, a lock of eyes. Dan, in all the years he's known Phil, is the same.

aka the fic where they have a super psychic connection and insane communicative skills (real life)

Merry-Go-Round (ao3) - thestreaklives

Summary: Martyn and Cornelia’s babysitter cancels last minute

pancakes + syrup (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: “Are my nostrils deceiving me?” Phil asks, still out of Dan’s line of sight.

Dan blinks, looks down at the pancakes, now almost ready to be flipped, and then back at the Phil-less space. “No?”

pretty (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: The boxes sit piled in a jumble in the corner of Dan’s closet for weeks. Phil starts getting notifications for them in the days after Nashville, alerts of purchases off the credit card they don’t use often and then the packages themselves, one by one at the door.

(little dresses and fishnet stockings, 2022)

Santa Buddy (ao3) - TehInternetHomo

Summary: In which the boys host joint family Christmas in their forever home

Based on the Michael Bublé Santa Baby cover

solitary spark (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Truth or dare and tequila really don't mix well for Dan.

the one that I belong to (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil comes home after the glue incident.

Together Again (ao3) - LivingVicarioslyThroughDaydreams

Summary: This is Dan’s moment, and Phil is more than happy to let him have this time. So when Dan calls every night, gushing with energy and excitement, Phil doesn’t tell him how he wants to be with him, how he misses him so much. He only smiles and laughs along and tells Dan how proud of him he is.

But now Dan is coming home, back to him. He almost feels selfish with how excited he is. Today though, he’ll allow it. Dan has had his time to find himself, but today: today will be just for them. Together again.

(Phil's perspective on missing Dan and being reunited with him)

Uncle Dan (ao3) - Ragopamplina

Summary: Dan is a Lester. He knows it, but still, he enjoys little reminders.

Welcome home! (never leave that long again) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan comes home from tour and stumbles right into Phil’s arms. He is more touch starved than he’d realised.

when... (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: A fic about hypothetical future dogs.

when we were younger. (ao3) - dylaesthetics

Summary: dan is seriously in need of a breather after the difficult year he's had, and finds home in no one other than phil

would it be okay if i came home to you (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: dan comes home after the US leg of his tour

[austajunk]

Hi, I hope you had a lovely Christmas yesterday or any holiday you celebrate on that day.

I just wanted to say that your latest post really resonated with me, I first got into dangan ronpa at 16 years old by a friend who told about it and I’m now 22 years old meaning it been one my comforts and hyper interest for overs six years. It been interesting because like you my friend lost interest and we drifted apart until we were no longer friends and I did other meet with who enjoy the games but they two got bored of the topic over time, although I have other interests such Pokemon, Digimon and other games and I love talking animations and films. It just funny how this game series has been with me for over 6 years but I don’t regret it because it one the reason I got the courage to start posting my art online and one my first fandom I talk to people, yes it rocky here or there but I had a lovely time sharing my art and improving my art.

Sorry for the rambling but as a fellow autie or autistic adult, it really hit home ha ha I made jokes in my head telling dr so are gonna leave yet you done and it like nope I be staying rent free in your mind. I will say my love of dr focus more dr2 because that the one I most attached to. Yes,drawing the silly chef make my brain happy but that’s okay. Also I’m bit shy when sending an ask publicly.

ps enjoy what you love and enjoy your art, whatever make happy and keeps a smile on your face.

Hi there!

First of all, I hope you had an amazing holiday too. It was a fun time. Made homemade peppermint patties, I got a few Murder mystery board games. It was a good time.

First of all, I hope you had an amazing holiday too. It was a fun time. Made homemade peppermint patties, I got a few Murder mystery board games. It was a good time.

Secondly, I’m really glad someone related a bit to how I felt too. The thing about hyperfixation is that a lot of it makes me feel powerless. Being obsessed with something and hyper focusing on it in real time to learn all its ins and outs can be so fun. It helps you find friends in other fandoms and such. But then, when it’s all you can focus on, you start to alienate people around you without even realizing that you’re doing it. People are genuinely polite and they don’t want to cut you off. And by the time they tell you something is wrong and that you’re driving them away with your interests, it’s too late. They’re gone.

And like… it sucks. It’s a hard truth to swallow and I really struggle trying to be more about other people. I want to be more open about that since I’m an adult who has now reached her 30s. I think it’s very valid to admit that I’ve struggled with this my whole life. I’ve always wanted to relate to others, to find and keep friends and then be validated for my interests. But last year, things came crashing down hard.

A former friend wrote me an entire three page letter on my flaws and a good portion of that was about my hyperfixations and how I don’t listen or hear them. And it drove them away. I felt utterly crushed and I think from then on, I had been trying to lessen my love for DR.

Ultimately, I just don’t think it’s a good thing to lose what makes you happy in the world. Even some silly piece of media. Or even just a character you identify within a piece of media. Of course, we can’t bombard the world with it as much, but those things that we obsess over are still for us too even as we’re trying to improve ourselves and work out our issues: neurodivergent or otherwise.

Danganronpa is a series that I think has a lot of love put into it by its creator, writers, artists, musicians, and fandom. I think that’s really freaking rad. I think it’s characters have something for everyone. I think it’s heavily flawed, but also vibrant and brilliant. I think it’s revolutionized murder mysteries in gaming and visual novels as a genre. That’s awesome. I don’t want to ignore how I feel about that.

Thank you for your words and encouragement. I really do feel that in my heart and I appreciate you and your art as well. No one draws a cuter TeruTeru than you! :3

[evilaccountant]

Ed Nashton headcanons first

1. What is the character’s go-to drink order? Coffee. Usually black. It's too expensive to buy in cafes and he doesn't like being around people so he makes his own at home. It's cheap, instant coffee and it tastes awful. He doesn't really drink, he had too many bad experiences as a kid, but if push comes to shove he always has the shittiest vodka in his flat.

2. What is their grooming routine? He does the bare minimum to stay presentable but he loves hot showers and will spend as long as possible standing under the water. He uses plain soap and shampoo. He smells fresh but boring, he likes cotton scents as it gets rid of the damp smell of the orphanage and later his flat. He wears pretty simple deodorant and owns a cologne he doesn't use that he won in a work raffle. When he was a kid he'd never get haircuts and ended up with long, shaggy hair. He hates how his hair feels against his face so he now keeps it a tidier length. He hates going to the hair dressers though as the noise is a lot, he doesn't like strangers touching him and if they try to put mousse or gel in his hair he'll freak out.

3. What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? His car. Only £1500 as it was third hand but reliable. It gets him where he needs to go and is pretty economical. Ed often wishes he was better at mechanics so he could fix it himself more. He likes to drive around aimlessly when he feels stuck. It's pretty beat up red 3 door but it does the job.

4. Do they have any scars or tattoos? He doesn't have any tattoos (too frivolous) but he has quite a few scars. He has self harm scars on his arms from when his intrusive thoughts get too much. He has a small scar on the back of his head under his hair from being pushed over as a kid. He was belted by the orphanage enough times that he has a few thin lines across his back.

5. What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? Years ago, maybe when he was 13-15 years old. He was in the orphanage, no one would foster him because he was weird (read autistic and traumatised). One day he got pushed over and just snapped, hitting his bully back, clawing him, biting him and whaling on him until he stopped moving. He was immediately brought before the nuns and belted hard enough to bleed. Half way through the beating he stopped crying and begging and just took it in silence. Since then he has bottled everything up.

6. Describe the shoes they’re wearing. Army surplus boots. Worn to bits with multiple fixes. He likes how comfortable and practical they are but they're also just the best quality boots he can afford. He also has tidier work shoes, plain tan leather brogues, they're scuffed but functional and he only wears them in the office to keep them in a decent condition.

7. Describe the place where they sleep. Looking at the behind the scenes pics of his gross ass apartment, he sleeps in a single bed, surrounded by piles of documents, newspapers and cages of rats. His room is organised in a way that only makes sense to him. Theories and plans line the walls and it's started to look more like a rats nest than a flat. Despite its disgusting appearance it's still clean. He treats the rats well, their scuttling helps him sleep. The kitchenette is scrubbed regularly. He can deal with untidiness but absolutely no dirt as it sets him off.

8. What is their favorite holiday? His favourite is probably Labour Day, if only because it gives him time off and he likes the idea of unions and rioting. His least favourite is christmas by a mile. He can't stand the consumerism, the waste, the veil of cheerfulness, the faux happy families. Especially not the way Gotham city council spends millions on gaudy Christmas lights and parades whilst people starve in the streets. It's all a sham to him.

9. What objects do they always carry around with them? He usually carries a backpack filled with stuff because it makes him feel more prepared. In his pockets he keeps his keys and phone (he's turned off all location based services and has a vpn). In the backpack is a multi tool, documents from work, duct tape, his rubix cube, an inhaler, a comb, his notebook and a biro, 2 expired medications, tissues, his Polaroid camera, binoculars and a mini sudoku book.

[baileesbff-2024]

Hey Everyone I’m back!!!

Holy moly good lord have mercy I haven’t updated on this blog in over a year. I’m so sorry about that. It’s probably cause I only have access to it on my iPad. Which is fine and faster to type on but still. lol. It’s been way too long.

Last time I’ve updated you guys in here I’ve been at my current job at pizza Luce for only 6 months and now I’ve been there for 2 years and a month. How crazy is that? Time goes by fast. I love working there a lot. My co workers, managers and most customers are the best. Some are moody and stressful when they don’t get their way lol jk. Work does get stressful at times but doesn’t every work place? Overall I really love working there and I’m learning new things each and every time I work and will continue to learn new things and hopefully one day learn how to serve. Wishful thinking with my stress and anxiety I would get stressed out really easily because serving is a really stressful job I enjoy bussing and helping my co workers out wherever I can. I can do the other positions too if they need help as well.

Bible study is going well besides them putting me and my best friend Bailee in separate groups this year which to me and her is sad and very frustrating because I want to be with my best friend. Oh well we still take pictures before and after class and sit together during the lectures. Next year we’ll be in the same group I’ll make sure of it. Hopefully if not we’ll be fine. They also have a lot of new rules and code of conduct like we’re babies or high school students or something. It’s whatever though. Like as if I’ll try to date anyone there anyways those guys are creepy asf. And one of the rules is no gossiping or talking about people but people do it there anyways and are breaking the rules. I don’t like rule breakers and stuff I follow all rules. Even if they’re stupid like you need someone to go with you if you have to go to the bathroom. I just go before or after class b

I’m excited for this weekend I’m going to Bailee’s apartment to have a sleepover with her. We’re going to make food, watch movies, play on the switch, go swimming, take lots of pictures, color and so much more. I’m also going to get Bailee’s mo,s gift tomorrow so I can give it to her this weekend to give to her mom on Christmas.

I’m excited for Christmas me and Bailee are doing a Christmas exchange again this year. It’s a tradition now since 2017 so for the past 6 years in a row yay. We’re going to do it on the last Bible study before winter break and then open the gifts from each other on Christmas Day exactly a week later. No peeking until then. lol. I can’t wait to see what we got each other this year. We love spoiling each other 💕

I’m going to spend Christmas with my family at my aunts house hopefully. I’m doing the shopping the weekend before since Christmas is on a Monday this year. I already ordered stuff on Amazon as well.

I don’t have any New Year’s resolutions yet I’m going to come up with some and put them on here on New Year’s Eve along with everything I got for Christmas or some of my favorite things I got 💕 that’s all for now going to update soon hopefully lol

💕Lisa

[libra-stellium]

Reflecting on the Gemini New Moon/Full Moon cycle

As a pisces rising this moon graces my 4H and I have a love/hate relationship with it because on the one hand I get so much energy to do chores at home (especially when I use the moon and saturn planetary hours!) but on the other handdddd there’s always family drama! Most likely with my narc mom!

Right now I’m realizing that A LOT can change in 6 months!! I feel like a different person 😭

On the new moon back in June I was 27 in my 4H profection year so every 4H event was maxed out smh and I had a horrible argument with my mother over the phone and she was blaming ME for a job rejecting her 😀 bc they rejected her for not having a drivers license and she didn’t have one bc I didn’t let her stay in my apartment so she could take classes in MY city specifically when she was already staying with someone in the same state! And then she blamed me for making her waste money when she decided to fly to a different state to get the license there ??? 😭😭 I had to look back through texts to put this together bc I literally blocked this out the last few months but I remember just being numb but also pissed off and just feeling like it’s never going to end!!!

And this is why I always tell people that Astro can describe your situation as specific as possible but at the end of the day you’re the one who has to act 🤷🏾‍♀️ the stars are not forcing your hand!

This time with the full moon in Gemini I can’t even believe that I was dealing with shit like this every day for years 😭 I went no contact with my mom August 1 and I have stood by it and will continue to do so! It hasn’t been easy! Mostly bc she signed a lease at the building next to mine 🙃 too fucking close for my liking but at least she’s not in my building with my aunt anymore. My life has been objectively better since I went no contact 😭 and I hate that that’s my truth bc who wants to realize that their mother hates them and they’re a victim of narc abuse?? Insane!

Examples of my life being better

I have energy!! I found enough energy to go through my closet and donate/trash clothes that have been collecting dust for about 10 years! Basically since I moved out for college til now! I ended up donating 17 bags of clothes, a box of shoes, a box with like a dinnerware set and a bunch of purses that are no longer my style

My apartment is like 90% clutter free rn! Back in June??? Most of my floor was covered in some way! I just have to organize my clothes now that my closet is empty and I need to clear my office area

I decorated for Halloween and now I’m decorating for Christmas and I’m doing a grinch theme 😭

I haven’t ordered food and have been cooking for myself from Nov 17-today Nov 27 and yes it’s only 10 days so far but this is a big step for me!

I also came to the realization that for years I was over explaining myself to her trying to “fix our relationship” but….fixing implies that it was good before…and you’re trying to get back to that 😬….and our relationship has always been like this I’m just the one who grew up and started standing up for myself. Hard realization that our relationship wasn’t something to fix just something to let go of!

[made-ofmemories]

(also available on ao3)

9-1-1 || Buddie (AO3 only)

One shots

What’s up with A shift?

|| Word count: 3,872 ||

Working for the LAFD comes with its fair share of tough days and crazy calls. None quite so tough or quite so crazy as the stories exchanged during shift change between A and B shift.

A shift knows no peace. B shift live in fear of the day they have to cover for them.

I built a home (for me, for you)

|| Word count: 6,166 ||

Their friendship has always been unconventional in some ways, so an occasionally shared wardrobe? Well, it’s not that big of a deal. Not to Eddie at least, and seemingly not to Buck either.

Hen and Chimney would disagree.

Just go with it

|| Word count: 9,204 || 

The first time it happens it's a few days before Christmas and they're taking Chris to see Santa when a cheery woman in an elf costume tells Buck he and Eddie have an adorable son. He thanks her and doesn't think much of the interaction. Until it keeps happening. It's an honest mistake, and Eddie doesn't seem to mind all that much, the opposite actually. So, most of the time they just go with it.

Eddie is in the room

|| Word count: 3,030 || 

A storm hits LA, the first since the lightning strike that stopped Buck's heart for 3 minutes and 17 seconds. Buck discovers he still has a lot of unresolved trauma to sort through and this time it's Eddie's turn to pick up the pieces when the roles are reversed and it's Buck sitting on the floor scared out of his mind in the middle of the night.

Too busy being yours to fall for someone new 

|| Word count: 6,849 || 

Natalia helps Buck pick a couch for his apartment, but when the wrong one gets delivered he starts to think maybe it's some kind of cosmic sign from the universe.

Stranger things

Series

When life tears you asunder

|| Complete || Relationships/Characters: Eddie & Max, Steve/Eddie, Lucas/Max , Wayne/Susan ||

Billy was a pretty shitty brother, there was no denying it, but Max still finds herself mourning for the sibling relationship they never got to have. With him gone she thinks so are her chances of ever having the big brother figure she’s always wanted. Then in a turn of events that she never saw coming, Eddie Munson waltzes into her life. Or more like, almost runs her over.   

1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20

One shots

Stargazing || Word count: 1062 || Characters: Steve & Robin ||

Robin calls when she can’t sleep, Steve suggests a late night drive which ends with them both perched on the hood of his BMW looking up at the clear night sky and a serious turned silly conversation about the extraterrestrial. 

New Hobbies

|| Word count: 910 || Characters: Steve, Robin & Eddie ||

Robin goes through new hobbies and interests like no one Steve has ever known before. Some of them stick around, and others are a fleeting obsession here one minute and gone the next. Somewhere along the way, she started dragging Steve along for the ride with each new fixation.

Conversations on the floor of family video

|| Word count: 883 || Characters: Steve & Robin, Steddie (mentioned) ||

A slow day at Family Video leads to a conversation and a confession that Robin wasn't expecting.

They Shine For You

|| Word count: 1062 || Relationship: Steve/Eddie ||

Eddie never expected that Steve Harrington would ever be someone he called a friend, much less that he'd become an unofficial lodger in the guy's house. A late-night encounter by the pool leads to a shift in their relationship.

Learning To Fly Solo

|| Word count: 1104 || Relationship: Steve/Eddie ||

Steve has never worked a job without Robin by his side, but when they lose their jobs at Family Video he may not have a choice. Thankfully, things always work out in the end.

[cesium-sheep]

he made me a whole bunch of foods exactly the way I said to make them, and put them into the food prep containers he picked up at the discount store. I got 3 containers of mongolian beef and rice, 12 fresh spring rolls with lettuce, cucumber, carrot, and bacon (they’re made with regular spring roll wrappers instead of the clearish fresh ones but if anything that probably makes them more stable), 4 ham and cheese sandwiches, 6 red lobster biscuits, 3 or 4 peach smoothies (which I made), and arin got a few containers of chicken and rice for her too. he also made bubble waffles for dinner with the bubble waffle maker he got me for christmas, everyone enjoyed them (he made his with the buckwheat pancake mix we still had from when he stayed over and made brunch before we moved). he said he was genuinely happy to cook for me and make sure I have food, and he would rather make too much and have it go bad and get thrown out than not make enough.

arin also did a bunch of work on her motorcycle while it’s still up on the porch after the parking lot resurfacing, which I helped with a little bit. she wanted matt’s help to get a bolt off but he was watching the bacon so I got it for her. (she kinda forgot that I am actually good at that too.) she got sleepy from all her food and went to bed at a reasonable time for once. (she’s probably going to wake up early to squeeze in a little more time with him before work.)

him moving in with us is getting talked about as more and more of a sure thing, before he went to bed we were talking about how we should get a bigger couch so that we all have room to be comfortably in our own space (the one we have now is really only a 2 person couch, although it’s a perfect size for just arin and me). when he was saying goodnight he said in a month once we know where arin matches we can move forward with more concrete plans, and I got sidetracked talking about what we’ve already saved and that we can at least definitely afford the deposit and at least a moving truck and I’ve got a lot of wiggle room on the credit card if we need it. I thanked him for everything he’s done, since for the next few days at least I’ll have a clean home and plenty of food, and he thanked me for everything I’ve done. all I did was spend 2 hours on a craft project and show him some memes, but when I said something to that effect he dismissed it.

it has been very nice to have him here, even though it always takes me time to readjust to him. even aside from the material benefits (the apartment is much cleaner, I get food provided directly to me at least once a day), arin is happier (even when she’s having a bad time), I’ve been sleeping better, home feels more home. someday he won’t have to leave.

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Supercorptober 2022 Masterlist by spaceman-earthgirl

Prompts are based on this list by @kmsdraws

1. Summer

The superfriends are trying to plan Kara and Lena's wedding...the couple have to break the news to everyone that they couldn't wait and already got married.

2. Swift

Lena surprises Kara with a trip to Midvale.

3. Drunk

Lena turns up drunk at Kara's apartment late at night.

4. Office

The superfriends play hide and seek. And Kara and Lena end up hiding in a closet together.

5. Orange

Esme and Kara tell bad jokes. Lena's found herself a family.

6. Leaves

"I flew into a tree."

"No shit, Sherlock, I want to know why you flew into a tree."

or Kara flies into a tree because of her crush on Lena.

7. Night

Kara gets worried when she doesn't hear from Lena, so she goes to check on her best friend and finds her asleep on the couch.

8. Rain

"Hey, Le- oh, gosh, you're soaking, what happened?"

or Lena goes to Kara's apartment after she gets caught in a storm

9. Fresh

Lena surprises Kara with a pecan pie for her birthday.

10. Ice

Lena is always cold, and she uses Kara to keep herself warm.

11. Forest

Lena and Kara go camping. Lena hates it.

12. Evening

Kara and Lena have their first night out together since having a baby. This fic was based on this amazing art by @sheltereredturtle

13. Peace

Lena has made peace with the fact that her feelings for Kara are unrequited.

14. Soaring

Kara gushes to Alex about kissing Lena.

15. Warmth

Kara and Lena's plans are ruined because of the rain. So they make different plans instead.

16. Sparks

A follow up to Peace, where supercorp kiss after Kara thinks they've been dating for a month while Lena thinks they're just friends.

17. Cafe

Lena's having a bad day, which turns around quite dramatically when she meets her soulmate.

18. Secret

"Lena’s pretty sure Supergirl has just walked into Noonan’s. And no, she doesn’t mean Supergirl, with the cape and the skirt, but Supergirl who apparently wears glasses and a cardigan in her free time."

19. Suit

Kara decides to wear a suit on her wedding day. Lena loves it.

20. Kara

"Every time Lena’s phone lights up, and she sees her best friend’s name on the screen, it makes her heart stutter stupidly in her chest and it makes her smile like a schoolgirl with a crush."

21. Broken

Lena comes up with a solution when Kara and Esme struggle to be in the same room together because of their powers.

22. Skull

Lena comforts Kara after she's had a nightmare.

23. Spice

Lena's been working too much lately and Kara's barely seen her, so Kara surprises her with lunch.

24. Lena

"Maybe getting older isn't so bad if you kiss me like that."

or it's Lena's 29th birthday.

25. Comfy

Lena's 8 months pregnant and just can't get comfortable. Luckily her wife is there to help.

26. Acorn

Kara and Lena go to a farmers market together. Kara is not a fan of all the healthy food.

27. October

"I can't believe you chose today of all days to tell me you love me."

Or it's Lena's birthday, and Kara tells her best friend how she really feels.

28. Holiday

Kara gets caught stealing Christmas cookies during Kara and Lena's first Christmas together as a couple.

29. Bonfire

It's the annual Danvers family bonfire night, and all of Kara's friends and family are there with her.

30. Spell

Kara's in the hospital wing when in walks an injured Lena Luthor.

or a Harry Potter au where Lena's family has a bad reputation but that doesn't stop Kara befriending Lena. Also, Lena has a cat.

31. Spookycorp

“You can’t punch a ghost, Alex! And what about clowns? You don’t know what’s going on under that face. And don’t even get me started on zombies. They’re dead, so you can’t kill them again!”

or Kara and Lena visit a haunted house and Kara is scared.

[aphrodite-made-me-write-it]

Habits - Part 1

(A/N) oh hey, it’s the comeback (cumback?) fic i didn’t intend to be the comeback fic. i really did want to update stuff and post this other yelena fic i have that’s actually cute and has a real plot to it but instead i read Come Back To Me by reminiscingtonight and it was just so goshdarn good that it got me to write this garbage instead! her fic is extremely good and it has 3 parts to it!!! hotdamn!!! i read it at work and it made me happy. anyway, hi! i had to cut this into two parts! expect inconsistency! i’m back to a 6-7 day work schedule with the holidays but i do have something kinda planned for december! ok enough rambling! let’s do this!

Rating: E (literal p0rn without much plot) 18+ Only!

Warnings: fuckboy!yelena (lowkey tho lmfao); protectiveAF!natasha; hella smut; ye olde ‘best friend’s sibling’ trope; nat and yelena are only 2 years apart in this bc it makes me feel better abt age gaps and ill be honest math is not my strongsuit; yelena basically fucks ur brains out idk what else to say; oh, also, reader’s parents r shitty and manipulative; mentions of past abuse, but super brief; really the parents dont pay too much of a role in this half

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader; Natasha x Fem!Best Friend!Reader; Natasha x Wanda Maximoff (i love redheads)

Chapter Word Count: 7.2k

Total Word Count: 30.1k

Synopsis: It’s been a few years since you last saw your childhood best friend, Natasha, and her little sister, Yelena. Transferring colleges leads to you needing a roommate, and that roommate just so happens to be Natasha. Not much has changed between you, you’re still thick as thieves. Her sister, however, is a completely different story.

| Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

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 Russian Translations: Malyshka - babygirl; Milaya - darling; Dorogoy - sweetheart |

You’ve known Natasha Romanoff for, practically, your entire lives. Your friendship was sealed the day she pushed Jason Grey off of the swingset for calling you ugly in the first grade. You were basically inseparable after that. 

Yelena is adopted when you and Natasha are nine, and she is seven. Melina and Alexei had adopted Natasha before leaving Russia, and were apparently keen on adopting the little toddler young Natasha couldn’t stand to leave behind. It took a few years for the paperwork to go through, and the payoff, it seemed, was worth it. The second they’re reunited, Yelena and Natasha are sisters without a doubt. It may not have been by blood, but that didn’t matter.

Of course, Yelena is also adopted into your friendship with the redhead soon after. Yelena was curious while she adjusted to her new life, always inquisitive and asking questions. Eventually, her curiosity turned into complete headstrong foolishness. Sneaking home lizards and the like. 

You didn’t mind, though. 

In all honesty, you preferred their house to your own.

Your dad was a very busy person, and your mom wasn’t the best company. She was a perfectionist, through and through, and often expected the same from you. The pressure was really put on you when you started middle school. You needed the best grades, the highest place in whatever after school activities you chose. It was grating, exhausting, and their fights that rode late into the night never helped things.

Still, Yelena and Natasha were your distraction from it all. The more pleasant side of life, the side you couldn’t stand leaving.

Until, of course, you had to.

You’re fifteen when it happens, the threat of it. The word felt so ugly and obscene at the time. Divorce. You spent hours in Natasha’s room crying, both sisters helplessly holding you until you ran out of tears. 

That Christmas, your mother actually left until February. That was when your father really began to spiral. He lost his job. He started drinking. He started yelling at you. Started hitting you. You could have told someone - you should have. You only told Natasha and Yelena, though, forcing them to swear to never tell a soul. It was stupid of you, really.

You’re weeks away from sixteen when the shoe finally drops.

He hits your mom. She grabs you, and you’re driving out of town before you can even process it. The image of Natasha and Yelena following your mother’s car has, naturally, haunted you every waking moment since it happened. Your mom was always very anti-social-anything. No cellphones, no email, nothing. Contact with your best friends was hopeless. Gut-wrenchingly hopeless.

You’re grown-up, now. At least, on paper. The rest of high school was spent all the way in New York City, and you didn’t make many friends. You dated a few people here and there, but mostly you focused on your schoolwork the way your mother demanded you to. It became a saving grace, the idea of getting somewhere far away from her.

You don’t get far for long, though. Your first two years are spent at a college you can go to from home. You hate every second of it, and it takes a long while to convince her to let you transfer to another school where you won’t have to be watched like a hawk.

That leads you, at last, to Temple University. Philadelphia. Sure, it’s just a few hours’ drive away but that distance is fucking gold to you. You had originally searched for a roommate through a variety of social medias, looking for friends of friends you could possibly bunk up with - and that, miraculously, lead you back to Natasha.

The reunion is the happiest you’ve felt in so long, you cry. You spend hours catching up among the unpacked boxes, when Yelena is brought up.

“She’s coming a week after me. I transferred from Ohio State, and she’ll be a freshman. God, she’s gonna be thrilled to see you. She spent, like, months crying over you when you left.” 

You snort. “What, and you didn’t?”

“How could I when she was inconsolable?” Natasha scoffs. “It did suck, though. We missed you. I missed you.” She squeezes your hand tightly. “And now we can finally get drunk together like we planned for your sweet sixteen.”

“I didn’t get a drop of alcohol until I got to college,” you gripe. “Mom became like, the grade demon of my worst nightmares.”

“Your dad still lives there. Why didn’t you visit?”

“Yeah, joint custody didn’t last long.” You cringe. “He, uh, got one supervised visit with me in New York and sort of strangled me.”

“Dude, what the fuck?”

“It’s chill, now,” you lean back against the sofa, the only piece of furniture in your living room that’s accessible. “I mean, it’s whatever. He’s a deadbeat, anyways.”

And for the next handful of days, you and Natasha become as close as you had been before you left. Some bonds just transcend years like that, and you’re glad it was this way for you and Natasha.

The week before school leads to Natasha wanting to throw a party to celebrate. You aren’t surprised she’s already made friends here - she’s always been the more social type - but she seems very giddy when she explains her reasoning.

“Does this have to do with that Sokovian chick?” You ask when Natasha finishes cleaning the place for the millionth time since she’d woken up this morning. (Which, by the way, was six o’clock, because Natasha is fucking insane.) “Wendy?”

She glares at you from over her shoulder. “Wanda,” she corrects. “And, no.” 

You laugh at the flush on her cheeks. “So if she shows up to the party I should tell her it’s invite-only?”

“No! Don’t be an asshole!” Natasha whines, throwing the paper towel she’d been using to wipe the bookshelf. It’s not even dirty, but you smack it away with a squeal. “And, by the way, there’s another surprise guest coming, but it’s a secret.”

“Ooh, my favorite actress wrapped in a nice little bow for me?” You ask with a dramatic fluttering of your eyelashes.

“Don’t be gross.” Natasha scolds. “You’re worse than Yelena.”

“Little innocent Yelena?” You cackle, knowing full-well the blonde had been nothing short of troublesome and clever when you left. 

“I have it on good authority that she was being a fuckboy when I moved away.” Natasha tuts. “She was just waiting ‘til I left before she started fooling around with people. Typical.”

“Could it be that anyone interested in her was terrified of her big sister roasting them alive?” You inquire teasingly, tapping your chin as if you were truly considering what other options there could be.

“Very funny.” Natasha rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t ‘roast them alive’. They’d scream too much, I’d get caught immediately.”

The seriousness in her tone makes you laugh. “Yeah, I wouldn’t be caught dead or alive looking at your sister like that.”

She sticks her tongue out in response, quite childishly. You really, really missed her.

- - - - -

Okay, fine, surprise surprise, the girl with the strict mother is a lightweight. So what. 

You aren’t hammered, you’re more aware of yourself than that. You’re two drinks in, though, so you’re chattier than usual and a bit too bold. Natasha says you’re a riot when you’re drunk, so that’s something, at least.

You’d just disengaged yourself from a conversation with a guy named Steve - who was strangely old-fashioned but incredibly sweet - to get a drink when you slam into a body. Off-balanced from the rush of blood to your head, you’re lucky that the person steadies you with strong arms before you can fall flat on your face.

You look up at your savior and immediately lose all ability to speak and think and breathe. She’s got blonde hair and gorgeous green eyes, the smirk on her face smug as she watches the way you take in her muscular body. She’s damn hot, a ripped band t-shirt underneath a red flannel, cuffed jeans and combat boots - this is a woman who also likes women, which happens to be one of your favorite type of women.

“Don’t tell me you’re already wasted,” the Russian accent surprises you less than the husky richness of her voice. Oh fuck. She’s really hot. You should say something cool, probably.

“No, she’s just a fucking lightweight,” Natasha’s voice is a saving grace. You look at her with a desperate, silent plea. “(Y/N), meet our secret special guest: Yelena.”

Holy shit.

“Y-Yelena?” You stammer, stiff as a statue as the blonde hasn’t moved her hands from your waist yet. 

“Long time no see,” she grins.

You step away from her, hoping to clear your head a little. “Y-you, uh, you grew up.” She’s taller than you by a few inches, now. 

She chuckles. “I have,” she confirms, the amusement in her tone telling you that she hasn’t forgotten the way you’d eyed her like a piece of meat moments before.

Natasha looks between you for a moment, an unreadable expression on her face, before she jumps and looks down at her phone. “Wanda’s almost here. I’m gonna go meet her outside. Keep this one out of trouble,” she points at Yelena, who pouts at the accusation of being troublesome.

You make a whipping sound when Natasha walks away, joining Yelena in gut-twisting laughter when Natasha flips you off.

And then you’re alone.

With Yelena.

Out of things to talk about.

“D-d’you wanna drink?” It comes out rushed and awkward, because now that Yelena is looking at you again you feel extremely nervous. 

“Sure,” the blonde is smirking again. You’re starting to dread that smirk.

You lead her to the kitchen, fighting hard to keep your mind from going anywhere but the blonde behind you. What the fuck was WRONG with you? This was Yelena. Little Yelena, who Natasha had just said she’d kill people for and you have absolutely zero doubts in your mind that Natasha Romanoff could get away with murder.

You and Natasha had been reunited for little more than a month and you were thinking of her sister in ways you absolutely, totally, should not. 

It’s not until you’re in the kitchen that you remember it’s a closed off room, unique to the apartment complex, effectively trapping you with Yelena, without any other partygoers.

Shit.

“S-so, what’s your poison?” You ask, turning to the several bottles of liquor you and Natasha acquired for the party.

“I think I’ve already found it,” she’s way closer than you’d expected. She leans against the counter barely a foot away; close enough to be in your space, but not so close that you’re brushing skin. It’s still too close, you think. 

“Nat made sure we had that- that, uh, jet fuel you Russians call vodka.” You reach for the bottle with slightly shaking hands, amazed at how much she’s affected you by just being near you. You feel like a stupid, horny teenager and she literally only touched you once to keep you from falling over.

“I’m not talking about vodka.” Yelena steps forward and you suck in a sharp breath. She’s way too close now. “You know, I always had a bit of a thing for you, growing up.” She says it so casually, you actually don’t process the words at first. “When you left, it was my first real heartbreak.”

“Yelena-” you start, but she keeps talking:

“And just when I thought you were gone forever, Natasha tells me you’re her new roommate.” She licks her lips, and your stupid eyes can’t help tracing the motion. Her smirk widens. “I knew I couldn’t pass up the chance.”

“The chance to- to what, exactly?” You squeak, eyeing the door behind her. Is anyone going to come in here and save you? Do you want them to?

Yelena raises an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side. She’s leaning closer. You find yourself quite frozen, unable perhaps unwilling to move from your spot. “I saw the way you looked at me. You want this just as much as I do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lie. You’ve never been a good liar.

Yelena laughs. “Ha! You’re still a terrible liar.”

“And you’re a brat.” You mutter, and then she’s got you pinned to the counter, the edge digging uncomfortably into your back. Both of her palms rest on either side of you. You’re trapped. You’re definitely going to die here.

“Oh, am I?” She teases, amused as she leans in close enough for her breath to ghost your lips. “What does that make you, then?”

“Natasha’s best friend.” You put your hands on her shoulders, pushing lightly to keep the distance between you and hopefully encourage some more. “Who does not want to die a horrible, bloody death for having Natasha finding her pinned against a counter by her little sister.”

Yelena hums, a thoughtful sort of sound that’s very low in her throat. “Who cares about what Natasha thinks? I don’t.”

“You should.” You sound suddenly hoarse as Yelena’s eyes flicker down to your lips.

The front door opens. You push Yelena harder than you’d intended, but she doesn’t budge much. Holy fuck she’s strong. She moves aside though, chuckling lowly as you put a respectable distance between you.

Natasha bursts into the kitchen, Wanda Maximoff in tow while the pair giggle scandalously. Your best friend pauses, looking at you and then Yelena, apparently picking up on the tension that still remains.

“Oh, is this your girlfriend?” Yelena asks, successfully erasing whatever the fuck that was.

You’re in trouble.

You’re in deep, deep fucking trouble.

- - - - -

The next morning, you stumble into the kitchen sleepily. Wanda spent the night in Natasha’s room, but luckily you were out like a light the second you laid down. Yelena took up the couch with two of your four blankets - why Natasha couldn’t spare her own sister some blankets, you’re too frightened to ask - and the mass of blonde hair splayed over the armrest tells you she’s still sound asleep.

You breathe out a sigh of relief once you’ve made a cup of coffee, and it turns soft moan of appreciation when you take your first sip.

“Morning,” a voice startles you, making hot liquid spill over your fingers. You wince, setting the mug down as you turn to face the intruder. Your words get caught in your throat when your eyes find Yelena. Yelena who, apparently, slept in a sports bra and Natasha’s old sweatpants last night.

When your eyes move back to Yelena’s face, she’s wearing that stupid cocky smirk again.

“You know, for someone who denies eye-fucking me, you seem to do it an awful lot.” Yelena sneers. Your cheeks warm considerably. You take your mug and move to the kitchen table, too cowardly to duck out of the conversation and too afraid of her bringing it to the living room where Natasha most certainly could hear it.

“I’m not eye-fucking anybody,” you huff.

“That must be why you’re the color of a tomato.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh,” her smirk widens, “is that an offer?”

You scoff. “Holy shit, you really are impossible.”

“Maybe you should just admit the truth to yourself.” She begins making her own cup of coffee. You’re relieved to not have those piercing eyes on you anymore, but you don’t let down your guard. 

“And what truth is that?” You ask, hoping to sound casual.

“You’re just as into me as I’m into you.” She answers simply, throwing a look over her shoulder. “It’s alright, I don’t mind waiting. I’ve waited this long.”

You grit your teeth. “Jesus, Lena.”

“I’m just being honest.” She joins you at the table, looking calm as ever even though you’re practically having a meltdown internally. “I’ve wanted you since I could want anyone like that.”

“You really shouldn’t say shit like that.”

“Why?”

“Because-”

“If you’re gonna use the best friend excuse again, it’s a shit one.” Yelena rolls her eyes, sipping her coffee. You cross your arms defiantly, earning an amused grin from the blonde. “If anything, she should be happy. She already likes you.”

“That will change the second I touch you.”

“So you do want to touch me?”

You bite your tongue. How the fuck does she keep coming at you so fast like this? You haven’t even finished your first damn cup of coffee. It’s too early for this.

“Yelena-”

“Oh! Sorry!” A familiar voice pulls your attention to the doorway. Wanda is standing there in one of Natasha’s shirts and a pair of pajama pants. There are hickeys all over her neck, her hair clearly messed up from a long night. “I didn’t hear you guys. Kitchen’s practically sound-proof.” She chuckles awkwardly, eyeing the coffee pot. “Is- is that fresh?”

“Yep, help yourself.” You nod and she quickly makes two cups of coffee. You and Yelena share a meaningful look, united in your opportunity to tease Natasha later.

“So, Yelena,” Wanda begins, cutting the silence. “Natasha said you got a scholarship here for lacrosse. That’s cool.”

“Yeah,” Yelena leans back in her seat, grinning. “Been at it since freshman year of high school. My grades were fine, but this was the only offer that was a full-ride.”

Wanda hums, eyeing the door with a soft expression. “That’s nice. I’ll see you guys later, yeah?”

When she leaves, you’re once again emerged in that strangely charged atmosphere that seems to gravitate between you and Yelena.

“I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not stick around to hear Natasha and Wanda go for round two.” She says, wrinkling her nose.

“Dunno, the kitchen is pretty soundproof apparently. This could be our only safe space for a few hours.” You say it flippantly, meaning it entirely as a joke, but suddenly Yelena looks like the cat who caught the canary.

“And what do you suggest we do to pass the time?” She asks.

“You’re right, a day out sounds great,” you stand so quickly the chair almost falls over. Yelena is cackling at you, but you ignore her. “Get dressed, jerk, we’re going into the city.”

- - - - -

“Ooh, this is cool,” Yelena eyes the vest with a hungry expression. 

You snort. “What, are you enlisting?”

She rolls her eyes. “Do you not see all of those pockets? I could fit so many things in there, you wouldn’t even know.”

You’ve been out with Yelena for the better part of three hours, and in that time you’ve come to realize how much you’d missed her. Not that you weren’t aware of it before, but it feels like the world was somewhat dull without her presence. Her sarcasm, her cleverness, her mischievous grin. 

She’s too endearing for your own good. 

And beautiful, too. You think that’s the worst part. You often just find yourself looking at her, in awe of how she looks and speaks and acts. Still so confident in herself and everything she does, in the most mundane situations. Right now, as she pulls on the vest to look at herself in the mirror, she looks lovelier than ever. 

Oh no, you think distantly. This was not a good idea! 

“What do you think?” She asks, giving herself a long once over before turning to look at you. “I look good, right?”

You smile, unable to resist it. “You look very cool.”

“I knew it!” She hisses under her breath, turning back to the mirror. She really is cute. She catches your gaze through the reflection, winking when your eyes meet. You blush, deciding the floor is very interesting and a thousand times cooler than anything else in the store.

“Damn, it’s thirty-six dollars,” Yelena sighs. 

“I’ll buy it for you,” you offer without thinking about it.

Yelena throws her arms around your neck and for a horrifying moment you brace yourself for her lips to meet yours. Instead, she hugs you, and you have to force yourself to relax again.

“You’re so sweet, thank you,” she gushes.

You’re in deep shit, you just know it.

Natasha calls you around two to ask where you and Yelena were. By this point, you’d made your way to a little cafe, where you ended up talking about what happened in your years of separation. Yelena is relentlessly flirty, apparently keen on proving to you that you’re attracted to her and you certainly aren’t making a good case for yourself what with all the blushing and, admittedly, occasional flirtatious comment.

When you tell her where you are, Natasha says she and Wanda will join you.

“Aw, and I was enjoying our date,” Yelena pouts when you tell her the news.

“This was a date?” You ask with an amused snort.

“Of course it was. You bought me this nice vest and breakfast, and you also just bought me coffee.” Yelena rolls her eyes, as if it were obvious.

“Do me a favor and don’t ever call this a date in front of Natasha. I like my blood inside of my body.” You warn.

“So you agree, then?” Yelena brightens. “This is a date?”

“Yelena-”

“I’m just repeating what you said,” she bats her eyelashes innocently.

You sigh, rolling your eyes and pointedly not responding. She seems to take this as a victory, since she’s still in a happy mood by the time Natasha and Wanda join you.

“Cool vest,” Wanda compliments, sitting beside Yelena while Natasha takes the seat beside you. 

“Thanks,” Yelena grins, “(Y/N) bought it for me.”

“What, did she ‘forget’ to bring her wallet?” Natasha scoffs, earning a pout from her sister.

“It’s a few belated birthday presents,” you excuse, heart warming just a little more when Yelena’s eyes meet yours again. Her lips are ever so slightly curved upwards, an almost unnoticeable smile.

You spend another hour or two at the cafe before Yelena complains about having to stay at a dorm her first year. 

“Moving in with you guys would be so much easier,” she sighs. 

“We only have two bedrooms.” Natasha snorts. “I’m not sharing my bed with you, you’re a violent sleeper.”

“Am not!” Yelena gasps, clutching her chest. “That is a baseless accusation.”

“You literally punched me in the face once.” Natasha scowls.

You burst out with laughter. You were actually there for that one. You were all still pretty young, so you managed to squeeze into a small tent in Natasha’s backyard. Yelena practically begged to be between you, but Natasha was right: she’s a violent sleeper. She kicked a lot, but she was always facing away from you, so it was always Natasha who got kicked. When Natasha tried to turn Yelena over to face you because you were laughing at Natasha, the blonde woke up and suckerpunched Natasha with such impressive accuracy you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Keep laughing, (Y/N),” Natasha warns, “and I’ll start thinking you two are up to something.”

You have to fight the very sudden rise of panic in your chest. What the hell are you worried for? You aren’t up to anything! This wasn’t even a date!

“You’ve caught us,” Yelena recovers, casting you a sly smirk. “We’re conspiring against you.”

“I fucking knew it.” Natasha throws a balled up napkin at her sister.

- - - - -

It’s the last Saturday before school starts. Since the party on Wednesday, Natasha and Wanda have been entirely consumed with one another and Yelena has decided that tormenting you is her favorite pastime. When she drops by unannounced, she makes it a point to tease you and flirt with you when Natasha isn’t watching or listening.

Even worse, when you go to sleep, you keep dreaming about her. Yelena has become a permanent fixture in the back of your mind, always a second-thought. You hate yourself for it. You should be thinking of Natasha first, and how goddamn betrayed she’d feel if you went off and slept with her baby sister.

You’ve decided tonight is going to be a good night to get absolutely wasted. 

It’s not going well.

You’re on drink two and you’ve moved to the dancefloor at the behest of Natasha. She’s introducing you to someone whose name you don’t quite catch. She’s hot, sure, but you’re too confused and stressed to really listen. 

The more Yelena hung out with you, the more you were starting to question what it was, exactly, you were feeling about her. She’s Natasha’s sister, yes, and you’ve known her for years. Practically grew up with her. Her friendship was always a valued one, even if she was younger, but suddenly all of that is fogged up by this… great, big something she’s implanted in your brain. 

You want to scream. Or cry. Or forget yourself.

Yes, that last option is too appealing right now.

It’s easy for a while. You let the woman - Carol - dance with you provocatively, her hands gripping your waist in a way that, typically, you’d definitely enjoy. Even when you can feel her hard muscles moving against you, you can’t quite stay in the moment long enough. You keep picturing Yelena behind you, arms around you, hands moving from your waist to your sides. It feels good - you’re definitely turned on - but it’s not what you want and that’s all the more frustrating.

Carol, swaying her hips flush against yours, leans down until her lips brush against your ear. “Wanna come back to mine?”

You should. You should definitely go back to Carol’s.

But you can’t.

“I’m actually feeling a little, uh, lightheaded,” you separate from her, trying not to wince at the kicked puppydog expression on her face. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she recovers quickly, smiling. “Need a ride to your place?”

You shake your head, swallowing your agitation. “I’m fine. I could use the fresh air. Thank you, though.”

“Can I at least get your number?”

Because you feel guilty, and because you can feel Natasha eyeing you questioningly from a few feet away, you give Carol your number before slipping through the dancing bodies. Natasha catches you by the wrist before you go, raising an eyebrow in a silent question.

“Just nervous about school,” you lie smoothly. “I’ll see you at home?”

“I’m going to Wanda’s after, actually,” Natasha smiles fondly at the woman still rolling her hips in time with the music. “But I’ll see you at some point tomorrow?”

You nod, giving a polite wave to Wanda before finally escaping the club.

The night is blissfully cool on your overheated skin. You can’t believe how worked up you’d actually been. Maybe you should go back and take Carol up on her offer-

No, that wouldn’t be right. Carol is definitely into you, and she seems really sweet. You shouldn’t just fuck her because you can’t stop thinking about wanting to fuck your best friend’s sister.

Oof.

You don’t think you’ve actually finished that thought before.

God, I’m a horrible friend. You think bitterly, beginning the short walk back to your apartment.

Your mind isn’t any clearer by the time you get home, but you become very sober when you realize the lights are all on and the TV is making noise from the living room. Grabbing the baseball bat you keep by the door, you creep towards the living room on high alert.

“Do you really think a serial killer wouldn’t remove the only weapon you have by the front door while breaking in?” A familiar voice makes you go rigid. Of course. Of course that’s exactly how your night would go. Perfect. Fucking perf- “Are you just gonna stand there like an idiot or are you going to put the stupid bat down?”

You blush, setting the bat aside while muttering several expletives under your breath. Sure enough, Yelena has made herself perfectly at home on the couch. 

“It’s a Saturday night, don’t you have a life? How did you even get in?” You ask, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorway that leads from the front hall to the living room, the edge of the kitchen door tempting you to just hide until Yelena leaves.

“Well, I heard Natasha and Wanda were going out, so I figured you’d be home alone.” She shrugs. “And Nat gave me a key.” She dangles the object with a grin.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t go out to a club with them?” You shake your head with a scoff. “I’m not a total shut-in.”

“You totally are, but whatever.” She snorts, scooting over and patting the spot next to her. You eye her with blatant suspicion and she laughs. “What?”

“Nothing,” you mutter, reluctantly sitting beside her with a decent amount of cushion space between you. She’s watching some classic movie no doubt from Natasha’s collection that she keeps hidden in her room.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket. You pull it out, withering further into the guilty haze you’d left the club in.

Hey, it’s Carol :) If you change your mind, don’t hesitate to ask ;)

“Who’s that?” Yelena asks, peering at your phone.

You shove it back into your pocket with a scowl. “Nobody important.”

“Bullshit. You know you’re not a good liar.”

You glare at her, but it does nothing. She holds your gaze evenly, almost patiently. It makes you even angrier at her, at yourself, at the way your stupid body won’t fucking listen to reason. “Just a girl I met at the club tonight. She’s a little… eager to see me again.”

There’s a brief look of hurt on Yelena’s face, but it’s so brief you almost don't notice it. “Oh? What’s her name?”

“Carol.”

“Danvers?”

You shrug. “Maybe.”

She scoffs. “You can do better.”

“Yelena,” you begin warningly, disliking the abrupt change in atmosphere. 

“What? I’m being honest.”

“She seems… nice.”

“Just ‘nice’?”

“We didn’t exactly talk much.”

“Oh, so you were-”

“I wasn’t doing anything because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, actually.” You snap, unable to control yourself. You want to sound angry, but really you just sound tired. “Fucking Christ, Yelena. I can’t get you out of my head.”

Her expression brightens considerably at this. She moves closer, and you’re once again snared by those damn green eyes and that dumb cocky smirk that you’ve come to associate with Yelena. “Really?”

“We really, really shouldn’t do this.” You state, hoping you sound stronger than you actually feel.

“And why’s that?” She tilts her head, amused. “Because of my sister? She should give you her blessing. Who else would be better for me than someone she already approves of?”

You don’t like how reasonable she sounds when she’s breathing the same air as you, her eyes searching yours. 

“She’s going to kill me if-”

“If.”

There’s something magical about the word ‘if’. Maybe dancing with Carol had you more worked up than you’d thought. You wish you could blame it on the alcohol but with Yelena so close you’re achingly sober. Maybe there are no excuses for what happens next. 

Yelena’s lips find yours with absolute raw lust. Part of you hoped that just doing this, just kissing her, will satiate the longing for her that plagues your mind. (The rest of you knows better than to be stupid enough to believe that.)

Like with everything she does, Yelena kisses like she has something to prove. Maybe she does. You don’t care because it’s making your mind go completely blank and your body is buzzing with a million galaxies being born under her attention. You drink her in like a woman starved, drowning in her scent and her taste and the feeling of her hands curling into your hair and pulling you closer, closer, closer.

She’s on top of you, you aren’t sure how it happened. Her lips and her teeth and tongue are on your neck, finding places that pull quiet sounds from the back of your throat. You can feel her smirking against your skin, god- 

You are a horrible, horrible best friend.

(Why is it getting harder to care?)

You shove aside the guilt. You want this. You need this. 

“I’ve thought about how you’d feel like this for so long,” Yelena breathes against you. You’re positive she’s just left a wicked hickey. It makes you bite back a moan. “How you’d sound,” she continues, fingers dancing along the edges of your shirt, earning a quiet whimper. You let her pull it off of you, and she’s already unbuttoning your jeans. “How you’d taste,” she purrs, kissing down to your collarbone. She moves between your breasts, placing deliberate, wet, hot kisses wherever she pleases, more often than not leaving a dark red mark behind. When she eases your jeans off of your legs, she kisses your thighs and you’re so fucking desperate your hips twitch involuntarily.

Yelena laughs throatily, tossing aside the clothes with such smug pleasure it makes your teeth itch. “So sensitive,” she notes, almost carelessly tracing the edge of your bra. “Or are you just that desperate for me to fuck you?”

“God, Yelena,” you rasp. This is very much not the rambunctious freshman that ran after your mom’s shitty old sedan. Time has turned Yelena into the perfect weapon against you. Go figure. 

Where the fuck did your bra go?

Your fingers curl tightly in her hair when lips wrap around one of your nipples. Finding it harder to keep your noises at bay, a small whimper escapes you when teeth graze against the sensitive skin. Yelena hums against you, eyes flickering up to meet yours. She switches to your other breast, one of her hands slipping between your legs to rub against you through your panties. 

Her smirk is wider than ever when she pulls away from your breast. “Fucking soaked, just as I thought.”

“Shut up,” you huff.

In an instant, she has your hands pinned above your head. You stare up at her, dumbfounded. “How the hell did you get so strong?” You ask, unable to resist doing so.

She bites her lip, fighting a smile. “You should mind your manners. For being so rude, I’m going to make you beg for it.”

You gape at her. “What? You’re the one who said you wanted to- that you’ve been wanting to-”

“Yes,” she hums, leaning down so that she can place more marks on your neck. How the hell you’ll hide those monsters in the morning, you’ve got no idea. “But I like taking my time. You, however,” she snaps the waistband of your panties against your skin, earning a hiss of pain and pleasure. “You don’t seem like you’ll last very long.”

Yelena brings a lot out in you, apparently. You’ve never really considered yourself ‘bratty’ or anything before. But the idea of doing exactly what Yelena doesn’t want you to do is so goddamn tempting. Maybe because you know she’s going to make it very much worth it in the end. Yelena has always been one to keep promises.

“No.” 

Your answer takes her by surprise, certainly, but she recovers quickly. She looks delighted, even, when she leans back just enough to look you in the eye.

“No?” She repeats slowly. “You sure about that, malyshka?”

You nod, mouth incredibly dry.

Yelena growls under her breath, returning to her assault on your neck while her free hand starts to massage your already sensitive breasts. You suck in a sharp breath, decidedly holding back any noises you want to make. Yelena catches on fast to your ploy by the time she pushes a knee between your thighs to put just enough pressure against your core to make your body feel like it’s on fire.

“Oh, don’t hold back, milaya. I want to hear those pretty little noises you make,” Yelena croons, rolling her hips so that a delicious friction temporarily relieves the growing agony between your legs. You hiss out a curse, hands straining uselessly against the one Yelena uses to keep you firmly in place. “Aw, you want more?”

“I want you in less clothes,” you huff impatiently. 

“You haven’t earned that yet.” Yelena tuts, her free hand now dipping beneath your panties. She finds the pool of wetness waiting for her there and hums lowly. A keening sound that doesn’t resemble any sort of sound you’ve ever made before escapes you, unbidden. “All you have to do is ask nicely, malyshka,” she drawls, “and I’ll make you feel so good.”

With another roll of her hips, Yelena has your resolve reduced to ashes.

“Please,” you whine. “Please, Yelena.”

“Please what?” 

You try not to roll your eyes. “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me, I want you to make me-” you’re cut off by a long, deep moan that escapes you very unexpectedly when Yelena’s fingers plunge into you without warning. A new look of victory crosses Yelena’s face, lips quirking up into a grin as she watches you with rapt attention, taking note of what makes you break your internal vow of silence.

When she adds a thumb to your clit, you’re incoherently begging for more.

“More?” Yelena taunts. “Greedy thing, aren’t you?”

“Please, please, more,” you rasp. Pathetic. 

“Mm, I love hearing you ask so nicely,” Yelena praises. You’re trembling beneath her touch, now. “Beg me again. One more time malyshka.”

“Please, Yelena,” you meet her eyes desperately. “Please, I need more.”

“Okay, alright,” Yelena hums her low laugh into your skin, lowering herself until she’s between your legs. “You can have more, dorogoy. You can have everything you want if you keep being good for me.” You’ll do anything she fucking asks if she keeps-

With your hands freed, nothing stops you from grasping at Yelena’s t-shirt while a long, wonton moan rips itself from your throat. Yelena is eating you out like she was born to do it. It’s amazing how quickly she’s learned to make you fall apart - or maybe you’ve really just been anticipating this enough to make it feel that way - but it isn’t long before you’re reduced to mindless, senseless noises that could be full sentences but you aren’t sure.

Yelena hums when one of your hands grips her hair, hips trying hard to move against her. She uses the hand not currently pounding into you to hold your hips down, not allowing them to budge even an inch as she drives you closer and closer to the edge. When her fingers curl and press against a spot inside of you that makes you see stars, your orgasm hits you without warning.

The blonde is relentless. She doesn’t slow down, just focuses harder on fucking you deep, deep, deep until another climax ripples through you. She waits until you’re a sweating, trembling mess before finally slowing down enough for you to catch your breath.

Yelena places several kisses along your body while she returns to your lips, and this kiss is different from the others. Softer, less rushed. You dare even say it’s passionate. You return the kiss lazily, body limp between aftershocks of pleasure while Yelena slowly withdraws her fingers.

She only pulls back from the kiss to pop her fingers in her mouth, sucking on them obscenely before kissing you again and letting you taste yourself on her tongue. Fuck. Your hands move to her waist, pulling her flush against you. 

This time when she pulls away, Yelena is smiling. Not the smug, cocky smile that you’d been expecting. It’s a real one, a bright one that reminds you sharply of the little girl you grew up with. If you had any doubts before that she’s wanted this for a long time, they’re gone in an instant when you see the joy in her eyes.

Instead of letting the guilt take hold, you press a soft kiss to her lips and smile lazily at her. “I want to make you feel good, too.”

Her eyes search your face, like she can’t really believe that you’re requesting this, but she nods and starts working on her vest - the vest you’d bought for her, you realize with a shocking amount of satisfaction - and shirt. 

With every inch of skin newly exposed, you run your fingers along it or skim kisses in spots that make Yelena inhale sharply. She’s not as vocal as you are, but her hums of encouragement are damn hot so you’re not complaining. She seems very content to be on top of you, apparently, and that’s just fine. Once her pants and panties are off, you reach down between her legs while placing kisses along her neck and shoulder.

You both let out quiet moans when you find the wetness waiting for you there. You wish you could feel more smug about it, but honestly you’re just eager to make her feel something for the way she’s worked you up this week.

You make small, teasing circles against her clit, feeling her hips move in time with the motions. Your kisses move to her jaw, and when her mouth meets yours you slip your fingers inside of Yelena and swallow the resulting groan.

She rides your fingers with reckless abandon. She keeps placing purposeful kisses to your neck, your shoulder, your jaw, collarbone - Yelena is intent on making sure you don’t forget the occasion. When you add a third finger and curl your hand so that she can rub her clit against the heel of your palm, Yelena bites down hard. Without even being touched, you suddenly find yourself dangerously close to having another orgasm; a broken, strangled whine slipping free.

Yelena moans, her breath hot on your ear. She moves until her thigh is pressing against you again, her hips rolling freely against the fingers inside of her. It causes just enough friction to make you clumsy in your thrusts, brain and body fighting for control.

“Come with me,” Yelena murmurs, and just like that, you’re both teetering over the edge together. Your body has officially turned into a twitching, useless mass of limbs. Your breath lingers with Yelena’s as she quakes with aftershocks of her own climax, and when you’re able to breathe again she connects your lips.

It’s lazy, it’s messy. Your hands rest on Yelena’s waist now, the blonde’s body resting on top of yours while her arms rest on either side of you. You’re incredibly tired - and a little bit thirsty, but you’re way too comfortable to move right now. Yelena is warm, and it feels nice having her this close. 

When she ends the kiss, she places another quick peck to your lips before resting her forehead against yours. You already feel guilty, but there’s just too much coziness in the afterglow of this moment. Yelena’s eyes are searching yours for something, her smile tender.

“I really have wanted this. For a while.” She says quietly.

“I know.” You move one hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear. 

“I missed you.” She leans into your touch, never breaking your gaze.

“I know,” you repeat, kissing her gently. “I missed you, too.”

Guilt be damned, Yelena’s smile is worth it.

~ part 2 ~

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