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There was a special place in Cosmo’s heart for the way Wanda couldn’t stay mad at him. He would never take advantage of it, of course, but knowing that their love was strong enough to overlook the little things was more than he could have ever expected in his life. To think he’d spent the first fifteen years of his life without knowing her felt incomprehensible. That’s why, at her question, he tucked his lips back into a more serious line. “More than one escape room ticket, but less than two.” Though he said it, it only sunk in after that he could have instead bought them tickets to an escape room. Wanda would like one with logic puzzles, and he’d like one with a lot of cool things… Maybe they could find a spaceship one? Oo, or an Atlantis one? He didn’t know how the latter would work, but he’d be ecstatic to escape the lost city. Returning back to the moment, he watched her nimble fingers open the cookie and offer half out to him. Wordlessly he popped the piece in his mouth, simultaneously watching her as though it was popcorn at a movie theater. His eyebrows knit together in confusion at the fortune, no less furrowed after having it handed to him. He analyzed the slip for any hidden words that would spring from the page, but after a moment sufficed to shove it in his pocket for later thought. “Maybe Coronians need advice rather than fortune. I’m just here to supply them with it. And to avoid shoveling the sidewalk.” Which, in his mind, was fair. Cosmo lifted his gloved hands to her waist, pulling her close enough that he could slide his arms around her waist, enveloping her upper body with his. “Besides, I’ve got my love to keep me warm.” The words were sung in his best Dean Martin impression which, admittedly, wasn’t too impressive. They still brought a grin to his face, deepened as her familiar scent flooded his senses.
Opposites had never been so attracted to one another until Wanda and Cosmo fell in love. Many thought that the girl wasn’t able to handle anything stressful. After all, she was the sort to panic in high stress situations and meltdown. But, when it came to Cosmo, she could handle it all. He was the sort of chaos that Wanda had come to understand best in this world. She didn’t fear it (and honestly she wasn’t even tired of it), she embraced it and rolled with it’s punches. Cosmo was chaotic, this much was true, but he was also one of the most genuine people she had ever met. If given the chance, Wanda could go on a whole rant about why she loved her husband as much as she did. So much so no one would ever want to hear her open her mouth again. And, sure, he had his faults but Wanda had always found herself to be the more unlikeable one between them. She had always felt that she was the one who was lucky to have found him not the other way around. Wanda was just happy to know that she would never have to worry about losing him. She had a ring on her finger and had secured the bag. She was happy and living the life she’d always wanted. The universe could throw what it wanted at her but she refused to let it bring her down. Wanda examined the fortune with careful eyes and found her lips twitching into a tiny smile. She didn’t necessarily know what it meant either but she could guess.... she could hope. Cosmo was talking, as he often did, and suddenly his arms were around her. Wanda laughed as he pulled her in tight and she immediately reciprocated the embrace. It wasn’t hard to love PDA when you had a husband as silly and affectionate as Cosmo. She smothered a couple kisses to his cheek. Pulling away slightly, she gazed at the man with adoration. “Cosmo....” Wanda started softly, “I want kids. Or a kid. A child of our own. A-an actual baby.” The woman tilted her head to the side, knowing she was going to have to make it clear for him. “With you. I want children with you. Sooner rather than later. While we can enjoy it. Be-- be a big old family.”
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To Cosmo’s surprise, the person walking by was apparently either not in the mood for a fortune or didn’t take food from strangers (both of which were beyond his comprehension). Perhaps they would have been a bit kinder if they’d found out they had something wonderful to look forward to, but the world would never know. He didn’t have more than a minute to wallow for them, however, when the love of his life popped out from behind his car. “Wanda!” He responded instinctively, face splitting into a wide grin. It was his natural reaction to her presence, tied strongly to the short amount of time it took him to miss it, and not even her questioning of his motives could lessen his excitement. “I did! Three hundred, to be exact.” The words were said with a level of pride that could only be founded in blissful ignorance. Cosmo glanced down at the cookie still in his hand, moments after offering it out to his wife. “May the gods and goddesses, above and below, bless you and your family with a happy and healthy new year!” He exclaimed, the simple farewell he’d prepared to bode cookie-takers on their ways finding its first (imperfect) usage. “Our fate lies in your hands now.”
Wanda wanted to be upset with her husband but when he smiled at her like that, well, she just couldn’t be. He made her feel like the moon and the stars lighting the night sky. Cosmo may have been a bit chaotic but Wanda had always needed him in her life. He not only kept things interesting but he really was a great husband. She couldn’t have fathomed a day spent without that smile. Wanda almost forgot to leave the scowl on her face when he smiled at her like that. She leveled her gaze at her husband for just a moment before letting the corners of her lips tilt up slightly. “Do I even want to know how much you spent on them?” Wanda had never purchased fortune cookies in bulk before and her mind immediately jumped to the hundreds. It was a sweet thing her husband was doing but, truly, if he did kind things like this every weekend then they soon wouldn’t have a house to live in. Before she could give a lecture, Cosmo handed her a fortune cookie. Taking it from his hands, the woman looked down at the cookie with a skeptical gaze. “You know these fortunes are autogenerated right? There’s no way it actually predicts the future.” Still, she unwrapped the cookie. After breaking it in half and holding out the free half to her husband for him to eat, she pulled out the fortune inside. Wanda’s eyebrows knit together. “Two is whats known but three makes a home.” Wanda handed the fortune over to her husband and gave a shake of her head. “Sounds more like its trying to give me advice. Seriously, love, what are you doing out here? It’s freezing.”
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Wanda left the house early to go Christmas shopping, an arduous task Cosmo had immediately made his lack of interest clear in. Everyone stressed themself out this time of year and it didn’t make much sense to him. Why would you be worried about the perfect present for someone when having them in your life should be enough? Also, everyone was trying to come up with their New Years resolutions, but no one could control the future. Hell, no one even knew what the future could hold. But something did…. Something with greater psychic properties than his Aunt Mertle… His daily mission had become clear. It was a bit of a drive to the Asian Market, but he successfully left with three hundred-count bags of fortune cookies and made his way towards the city center. It didn’t take long for Cosmo to set up, pillows left in his back seat from a past drive-in movie night laying atop a shaggy old blanket, lastly grabbing out the extra Halloween candy bowl Wanda had told him to return. At least it was going to good use, right? He plopped himself down on the setup, leisurely opening a bag of cookies before pouring as many into the decorated metal tin as could fit. He was comfy, warm, and ready to make peoples’ lives easier. It did take a few minutes for the first person to walk by, most likely due to the cold, but he lifted up the candy bowl as they did. “Fortune 300!”
As Wanda was out shopping, she realized something major: her husband was in the possession of her credit card. They only had one and Wanda was typically the one in control of it but he had needed it for some silly reason and she’d decided to just let him go to town. It was the holidays, after all. But, now, as she was trying to shop for the man in question, she was without finances. When she went home, however, her husband wasn’t there. Wanda’s first thought was not that he could be having an affair - the pair of them were too loyal to each other for that - but rather he must be somewhere doing something... Cosmo like. Except where could he have been?Wanda decided to start at the center of town and work outward. Thankfully, she got it on the first try and wound up at the city center. Seeing his car, Wanda parked her own nearby but not too close. She was still allowed to have a little fun in their ‘old age.’ She watched him with the Halloween bowl and made a mental note to never trust her husband to return something again. Part of her mind started working on where they were going to store it in their house but she caught herself. Sneaking up around the side of the car, she jumped into sight. “Cosmo!” And then she noticed what was inside the bowl. “Did you.... did you buy.... hundreds of fortune cookies?”
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“Oh my god, they have like, the biggest cocoa station this year, have ya seen it yet? It has like, a gazillion different flavored cocoas and I literally crammed in as many as I can!” The girl rambled out excitedly, holding up her mug filled to the brim with chocolate chips, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, peppermint shavings and rainbow sprinkles, looking like it was about to spill at any given moment, and there was really no promise on how good it actually was considering all the different packets she managed to mixed into the single cup, but hey, at least she was happy.
Wanda could basically see the girl jittering in front of her. “You’re gonna be a little energizer bunny all night aren’t you?” The woman laughed a little. This was the sort of fun she could get behind. Not the drinking or the drugs, never that, but if a child wanted to get hopped up on a little too much sugar over the holidays then why shouldn’t they? As long as they brushed their teeth and ate their other nutrients throughout the day. “You’ve got that cup loaded up, haven’t you? Do me a favor and don’t show Cosmo the location of that hot chocolate station. He’ll be wired all night.” Wanda tugged on her mittens slightly, “How has your winter break been? I’m sure you’re excited for the holidays.”
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Cosmo wasn’t a jealous man. Usually. Sometimes… Occasionally? No, Cosmo was a jealous man, but he thought he had the right to be now. He’d used his lunch break to pick up Spirit of the Dragon for him and Wanda, determining it’d been far too long since they’d last feasted on that much MSG. Now, he stood outside her office window ready with her food to play reverse take-out (where the food is delivered to your window, no drive-thru required (a favorite of his)), but she wasn’t alone. There was a man that Cosmo couldn’t recognize, older than your average student but younger than your average teacher. Chiseled jaw, dark eyes, no baby fat… No, he was not a friend. Wanda had yet to realize he’d come to surprise her, so he used the time to make eye contact with the stranger, staring him down as intimidatingly as he could. It didn’t seem like his actions were successful, as he remained where he was, so Cosmo maneuvered a pair of crappy wooden chopsticks out of the bag to hold out as a weapon. Simple, but effective. He sent the man a goodbye wave with the utensils as he packed up his stuff, and it was at this point that Wanda turned enough to notice him. Fortunately, this was a much more innocent time for her to do so, quickly turning his sarcastic wave into an excited one for her. He held up the food bag with a wide grin and yelled behind the closed window “Chinese!”. World’s best delivery man. @fairywcnda
Wanda was in the middle of her session when all of a sudden her client began to make some off expressions. Trailing off his sentences, finding himself distracted, the woman wondered if he’d hit some sort of snag in his memories or if he’d realized that she wasn’t someone he wanted to talk with. Deciding to end the session before her client could, Wanda smiled kindly although she was so damn confused over what was happening. It wasn’t until Cosmo suddenly burst into her office with a bag of food that she started to make sense of things. Although she was happy to see her husband - she was always happy to see her husband - Wanda couldn’t deny that he’d obviously done something. “Cosmo Fairee... were you threatening my client just now?” The woman used her perfected stern gaze on him and even went as far ass to cross her arms so that her husband would know just how silly and irrational he had been acting.
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Cosmo wrapped his arms tighter around Wanda’s waist, loving the excuse to hold her close. She’d never been comfortable dancing in front of others, be it at their prom or their wedding, meaning it was only a matter of time before this happened. Even so, there was something comfortingly familiar about how she always tried to hide herself into him, leaving him with a warm feeling in his chest. “Let them!” He responded without thought, looking around and grinning at anyone who bothered to look back. They weren’t the center of attention by any means, but letting her know that would be a shame. “They’re just wondering how much I had to pay you to come with me.”
Wanda enjoyed being close to her husband. What sort of married person didn’t? She supposed that if she no longer enjoyed being close to him then they shouldn’t continue to be married. It was a very good thing she enjoyed it, then. Rolling her eyes, Wanda tilted her head back a little so she could see Cosmo, “I wear a ring, Cos. I think they know that bribery now only comes in the form of sugar or other things that are not appropriate to mention around so many students.” Wanda said softly. “I still can’t believe you got me into this dress and onto this dance floor.”
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“Cosmo... people are looking.” Wanda buried her face in his neck as the two of them danced. Wanda had absolutely no moves and this was just about the only thing she was incredibly shy over. Her horrible, horrible moves. Maybe, though, by clutching onto her husband she’d be able to hide just how embarrassing she was.
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“Forgive my husband. He’s a bit of a wild duck.” Wanda smiled fondly as Cosmo was off on the dance floor doing his thing. She laughed under her breath before turning to the boy, “Are you enjoying the party? I’m shocked Rapunzel isn’t with you. You two seem attached at the hip most days. Not that that’s a bad thing. Cosmo and I were the same. Still are. Did you know he will peak into my work window at least twice a day? If not more. Some people might think its excessive and it is but... its nice to know after years of marriage we can still be a bit mad in love.” Wanda smirked, “Sorry. I doubt you want to hear an old lady comment on her love life. But, really, are you enjoying the dance?”
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“Hey you.” Wanda felt pretty certain that she knew almost every one of her friends, colleagues, and students beneath their mask which is why she walked with such confidence up to Adora. “Why are you off to the side? Looking like that, you should be out on the dance floor and breaking some hearts.” The woman teased as if she knew anything about breaking hearts or even advocated for it (which she did not). “Seriously, though, are you alright?”
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cosmo, don’t stare at my boobs
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“But Wandaaa…” Cosmo whined, frowning at the realization he apparently wouldn’t be taking their future children dolphin-riding. There were some things to rethink now. The idea of not naming a daughter Philipa was a double blow, but at least Wanda offered some alternatives. “Penelope’s the name of that girl in that movie with the pig nose, right? Does that mean, if we name our girl Penelope, she’d have a pig nose too?” A daughter was cool, but a daughter with a pig nose? Iconic. “Penelope it is! She can use her snout far and wide to sniff out the tastiest baked goods and avoid any men who don’t brush their teeth daily.” Two important things. He may have been a dork, but he was definitely her dork. Imagine if he’d married someone who forced him to grow up… No, she was his soulmate and he’d undeniably be utterly lost without her. If he left, he’d have to go back to his mom and listen to about 40 ‘I told you so’s’ while she made his favorite blue-bananarama pancakes, all after forcing him into his favorite Archduke Franz Ferdinand sweater and his fluffy We Are the World socks depicting every musician’s face who was on the original track… Wait, what were they talking about? Oh, right, churros. “How could they not?” And with that, Cosmo placed one hand on the back of his skele-child, the other reaching down to grab Wanda’s, and he began walking deeper into the festival with his chosen family. “What kind of dipping sauce are you thinking? The chocolatey one? Or the chocolatey caramel one? Oh, or the white icing one that looks inappropriate when it stains your shirt?”
“No. No whining. I draw the line at dolphin riding. It’s done. No.” Wanda said firmly. That’s what he needed. If she cracked then nothing would get done. No rules would be followed. Even if Wanda wanted to, even when he gave her that cute ass pouty face, she had to say no. “Oh my god.” The woman shook her head. Sometimes she thought she’d finally gotten the hang of Cosmo’s mind and then he uttered things like this. Would their daughter have a pig nose? After placing a hand to her forehead, to gather her thoughts, Wanda replied with a soft, “No. No she will not have a pig nose.” It worried her that Cosmo might not understand how genes worked. “She’ll have the shape of one of our noses. And she will have either green or brown eyes. She’ll have brown hair, for sure. All it will be our dominant genes that our daughter gets.” Wanda said with a small smile. “She’ll be a perfect blend of both us.” The woman could imagine their child now. Loud, stubborn, a big personality in a small body. It made her excited for the future. It made her excited for their future. Wanda squeezed Cosmo’s hand and continued to walk towards the churro stand. The smell had finally caught up to her and the woman decided it was best to indulge herself. It was Halloween, after all. And, as Cosmo said, both of them brushed their teeth. “Personally, I’d like the chocolatey caramel one.” Wanda snorted a little at the white icing comment, “And why would you know what those sort of stains look like, hmm?”
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“ i wake up worrying and go to bed worrying.. i’m sure i even worry in my dreams. ” debby muses, a bit relieved to know someone else can relate. “ parties never go well for me. someone ends up crying multiple times and it’s usually me. ” she laughs softly. when she talks about her own issues out loud, they seem quite ridiculous but she couldn’t help it. “ overemotional worrier is my horrible trait. or should i say curse? that’s how other people would see it at least. ” turning to the woman beside her she smiles softly, “ it’s pretty great though and i’ve only cried once. that’s a win so far i suppose. ”
“it seems i’ve found a kindred soul.” wanda said with a small smile. worrying was her brand. she cared so much about others that it manifested itself into nagging words and worried thoughts. really, it was a plague but one wanda couldn’t seem to rid herself of. “crying can be very cathartic.” except she only ever cried in front of cosmo. no one else, not even her parents, had seen her so much as whimper since she was just a child. she did have a reputation to perfect, after all. “oh definitely a win! i think the rest of the night will go swimmingly.” wanda slid over a glass of water and smiled at the woman. “you know, it’s halloween. we should go do something fun. get some caramel apples, maybe!”
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“It wasn’t even more then two, but I could use that water.” Eric mumbled against the table. He was rusty, this just showed it. “You’re an angel and I am in your debt.” Eric said with a frown on his face.
“Oi, careful.” Wanda said with a small smile, “Don’t let my husband hear you.” She winked before passing another glass of water at the boy. “So, you’re at least walking home then, right? Or having a sober friend drive?”
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Not thinking twice about her comment, Cosmo laughed loudly at the idea. “You? The fun parent? Our kids are going to think watching paint dry is the equivalent of riding dolphins through the Gulf of Mexico while singing Weird Al’s impending cover of ‘Old Town Road’. Well, at least poor Philip and Philipa will be smokin’ hot…” In reaction to his own final words, he picked up a stack of the pamphlets and spread them out, fanning Wanda with them with playful concern before gasping. “By George, It’s only making it hotter! I have feared this day, but I know what I must do!” Dropping the flimsy papers on the ground, he slowly stalked back over to her and hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, pretending to sacrifice his body to smother her flames. “It burns so good,” he whispered weakly, and with that, his head fell reluctantly on hers as he accepted his fate. Fortunately however, with the angle his dead eyes were at, Cosmo could clearly see his ‘child’ lying on the table. Giving up the scheme, he pulled away and picked up the skeleton fireman style, the plastic bones dangling over his shoulder. “Where to now, hot mama?”
“Riding dolphins is incredibly dangerous not to mention that dolphins may not actually liked to be ridden as if they were pets. Our children are going to respect boundaries.” Wanda smiled slightly, “And we are not naming our child Philipa if it’s a girl. I’m still hesitant about Philip for a boy but Philipa? No. I’ll settle for Pippa or Penelope but not Philipa. Besides, what if our child is nonconforming? We shouldn’t just name them Philip because you really love that name. And I don’t want our child to think that we named them after a nickel. I don’t care how lucky he is.” Wanda had gotten over the Philip the Nickel train long ago. She’d accepted that Cosmo would never get rid of that nickel. It was probably the one thing he loved more than her. If she had to compete with a nickel, well, Wanda would be just fine with that. She could definitely be the jealous sort, though, so when it came to other people coming onto her husband... Wanda wasn’t as cool with it. The woman didn’t think she’d ever have to worry about losing Cosmo, though. There was never a day she doubted his love for her. Like now for instance. Wanda looked around as if Cosmo were embarrassing her but a small blush started to spread over her cheeks. She was flattered and he probably knew it too. “Oh we’re going to make adorable children, there’s no doubt about it.” Wanda laughed as he came even closer. When his arms wrapped around her, the woman let her head fall against his chest as she shook it from side to side. “You’re such a dork.” But he was her dork. Wanda was glad to see him lift the skeleton into his arms. She’d have to carry it eventually but at least he’d take the bulk of the weight for now. “I’m in the mood for something sweet... think they’re selling any churros around here?”
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