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Dogs // Chris Evans

   The first thing Chris did when he got into the bedroom was fall face-first straight onto the bed, crushing your legs. You automatically groaned and tried to move them, but you couldn't.

   "Chris, you fucker, you're lying on me." You mumbled tiredly, wriggling and trying to get out from under him. He wrapped his arms around your legs to stop you and you sighed.

   "You're cold."

   "You're warm, like really fucking warm. Why?"

   "I thought... I thought I'd go for a run."

   "So?"

   "I think I ran too far, because then there were these dogs, and they barked at me, and I've never seen them before, then they started running after me. I ran like, eighteen miles back here. They're still outside." As if on cue, a furious cacophony of barks came through from the front door. You started upwards and Chris whimpered again.

   "I like dogs, but-" Dodger started to bark in reply and you groaned, hiding your head in your hands and smiling.

   "You absolute-" you stopped to kiss his sweaty forehead, "Idiot." You managed to wrench your limbs away from Chris' pathetic grasp and started toward the door, clicking for Dodger to come closer. He turned from his place at the door, then bounded over to you, greeting you by leaping on you. You nearly fell over and just laughed, kissing his head and scratching behind his ears fondly. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he panted, tail wagging frantically.

   "Doggo breath, doggo breath! Chris, save me, doggo breath, I'm being ATTACKED!" Chris bounded out of the bedroom and picked you up with the same ease someone would pick up a book, hoisting you above Dodger so he was just jumping around excitedly and you were squealing. Chris laughed and you tapped his arms so he'd let you down, and he did, gently. You turned to him and smiled, then stood on your tiptoes to kiss his lips. Dodger sat, still wagging his tail, and watched you both. You stayed stuck together before the barks outside came again, at which point you whirled around and sighed.

   "Chris, take Dodger to the bedroom." You said.

   "I'd rather take you." He grinned and you rolled your eyes before pressing another quick to his lips. 

   "Take Dodger. I'm using the whistle." 

   "I thought we lost it?"

   "No, my sister kept using it with Dodger and he hated it. I had to say we lost it." You shrugged, then picked up the slim silver whistle from the table next to the door. 

   "It was there the whole time?"

   "You're blind, baby. Go." He left, Dodger bounding around his feet, and you turned to the door, whistle poised in your lips. You flung the door open, then blew, then screamed. Stood on your porch was what you could only describe as a monster, complete with claws and a mane and cross-eyes. It pounced at you and you automatically punched it straight in the nose. It reeled away, swearing.

   "Robert?" You asked incredulously while you watched the 'monster' peel its own head off and rest it on the floor, holding its nose. 

    "Jesus Christ, why'd you punch me?"

    "Why'd you bark on my doorstep and dress up like that?" You retorted, finally laughing a little and giving him an apologetic hug. Chris reappeared and you slapped his chest, hard.

   "Fuck you, what was that for?"

   "I just felt like scaring the shit out of you." He grinned and you mimed shooting him. He staggered back, hand on his chest.

   "I'm gonna get you back, you know."

   "Yeah right."

   The next week when he went to film, you filled the entire house with balloons, then got everyone you could find to dress up in any given morph suits and jump at him at random intervals when he came home.

   You would not be outdone.

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