#i am going ... to clean my room when i get home. it is so overdue

[hannie-dul-set]

THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER DRINK BEYOND YOUR LIMITS (OR MAYBE YOU SHOULD?)

p — CHOI SOOBIN x gn! reader. g — fluff, humor, lovestruck! soobin being a little dummy. w — drinking, swearing. 1.2k words.

note — heavily based on the manhwa “daybreaking romance" (soob as dong saebyeok ifykyk 😩). won second place in the poll (wdym we've been dating for 2 months??) so here u go!

the last thing soobin remembers after blacking out last night is the look in your eyes that nearly pulls him back into sobriety.

nearly, because he still wakes up on his living room rug the next morning, a burn on his cheek, without the recall how the fuck he got home, without a hint of what happened in between the blurry moments of now and seeing you outside the bar last night. the icy breeze still feels raw on his skin. the conflict in your eyes as his consciousness slips is still vivid in his memory.

choi soobin has become one with the rug, unable to lift his head up in shame and horror, until he remembers he still has an afternoon class to attend and the possibility of having made a fool out of himself in front of his ongoing, unrequited first love while he was drunk off his rockers isn’t a viable excuse for an absence.

“did you get home safe last night?”

the scribbles in his head become even more tangled up when you greet him in the classroom with a pleasant smile. “i think my head is gonna split open,” you say, taking the seat next to him, and soobin is looking at you with wide, unblinking eyes. “what’s up?”

“why...why are you here…?” is his chosen question, not did i do something stupid last night? nor will you forgive me for blacking out in front of you last night? 

you reply by cocking your head. “am not allowed to sit here?”

“of— of course you are.” shit, you’re too cute, soobin thinks to himself all in the midst of racking his brain as to what the fuck did he do last night, and why the fuck did you decide to sit next to him when prior to last night, you two have only been close enough to exchange greetings in the hallways, return smiles during unexpected meetups at the campus cafe, and text each other when you’re assigned group work.

“so, where do you want to eat?”

“huh?” he blinks at you.

“what?” you look up at him after fixing your things, ready to leave the lecture room. “how about hangover soup? that sounds good, doesn’t it?”

choi soobin believes that there are still remnants of last night’s insobriety in his system because the back of your head looks fuzzy as you tug on his sleeve down the hallway, the voice you’re speaking with sounds far away and before he knows it, you’re having lunch with him. watching a  movie with him. riding the bus with him. taking photos with him. doing assignments with him for the next thirty days with the haunting unsettlement that the key to your sudden friendliness might have been lost along with his memories that night.

“maybe they feel bad for you,” yeonjun pitches after soobin finally confides about his overdue dilemma. “you know, you can get pretty emotional when you’re wasted. maybe you cried in front of them and they think it’s their fault so they’re trying to console you. why don’t you just come clean and admit you can’t remember?”

like a punch to the jaw, a memory flashes through a film reel— a cold, prickly breeze. streetlights illuminating the crack behind the restaurant. and your face blurred by cloudy tears and unmistakable sniffles from his own person. 

“oh my god.”

if being pathetic was a crime, choi soobin would’ve been locked up in jail ages ago.

the thing is, coming clean was soobin’s plan before everything spiraled into daily lunch meet-ups and nightly texts. at some point, he lost the timing to come clean and apologize, but you’re asking him if he’s free this weekend because you got for lotte world, so maybe you don’t find him annoying for pathetically crying his eyes put in front of you, right?

then again, maybe yeonjun was right. maybe you’re only doing all of this to make him feel better. but consolation usually doesn’t last for a month and a half (and his heart shouldn’t be fluttering when he watches you scream in delight, arms tossed in the air as you swing back and forth on the viking ride. soobin knows he’s a piece of shit for not having apologized yet. but you look so pretty smiling at him so often, so dazzling when you laugh at something he says, so breathtaking when you’re doing absolutely nothing that he’s tempted to live in eternal ignorance if it means loving you a little closer).

“soobin.” 

your voice hits like a reality check, two months since his drunken mistake. “i know you’ve been meaning to tell me something. you can just say it.”

and just like that, the dream he’s been living in is bound to dissolve into reality one day. his saliva feels like gasoline when he tries to swallow down the guilt, but it only bursts into flames and swallows him like an inevitable forest fire. “nevermind,” you sigh. “i know what you’re going to say anyway.”

soobin is so used to your daily smiles that his heart wrenches when you reveal somberness for the first time.

“you want to break up, right?”

but when the fire burns out, what remains are ashes of confusion.

“what?”

“it feels like nothing has changed before and after we started dating. you won’t even let me hold your hand! i’m sorry for not meeting your expectations. you don’t have to keep forcing yourself to be with me.”

“h—huh?” soobin blinks. “when— when did we start dating?”

you’re looking at him like he’s insane. “soobin, i confessed to you two months ago.”

then it hits him.

“don’t you remember?”

like sudden rainfall in the middle of summer.

a cold, prickly breeze. streetlights illuminating the crack behind the restaurant. you’re there in front of him, so pretty and lovely and cute and your words fly above his head because, “you’re so pretty. you’re always so pretty. why are you so pretty?” and his knees start shaking when your laughter bursts carbonated bubbles in the air, putting his drunken rambles to a halt.

“soobin do you like me? because i like you. i don’t think i can settle with just hello’s and greetings. i just like you a lot,” your words settle in his ears, slowly, surely. “what about you?”

suddenly, his cheeks are wet.

“oh no— i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to—”

“i like you so much i could cry right now.” he already is. he’s crying as much as he likes you. he’s crying out the feelings he’s been collecting for the past year and in the form of plump tears rolling down his blushing face and shaking hands holding onto yours so gently and earnestly because he’s afraid if he holds you too tight, you might disappear into thin air.

but it’s his memories that disappeared. choi soobin wants to tear his face off but even that wouldn’t be enough of a repentance.

“you can punch me if you want.”

he’s so in love with you that he remembers the color of the shirt you wore on his birthday last year, but he forgot the most important moment of all his twenty-two years of existence. the shirt was purple, like his arm after you took on his offer for violent retribution. it’s alright because he deserved it. it’s alright because you kissed right after. 

THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER DRINK BEYOND YOUR LIMITS (OR MAYBE YOU SHOULD?) © hannie-dul-set.

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Reset be damned

Book: Open Heart (book 2)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Word count: 1232

Category: smut

Rating: explicit

Warnings: sexual content (masturbation), language

Summary: Ethan wakes up from a vivid dream which helps him solidify what he has been feeling

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: Yeah I have I done fics where Ethan handles things but I think we can all agree where Ethan declared in action the end of the reset.

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The softball game had been played for another year. I was only there because of Casey. Casey was right, my mind was not in it. My dad constantly trying to contact me to see if I contacted Louise was frustrating me. I ask Casey back, wanting to talk about that but a part of me also wanted to tell her that the reset be damned. I had come clean about why I left and our relationship had improved but I knew that I could not keep my feelings bottled up any longer.

We finally make it back to my apartment. I find the cut of her top all too distracting and the memories of the times were intimate flooding back. We start making the chicken. I tell her about the day Louise left and how I had felt about my dad. She then asks if I had ever told my dad to which I replied I had no idea to have that conversation. Our banter is salacious and I start to wonder if I can hold off on what I want to do until after dinner. Then there was a knock on the door. We both knew who it would be. I use the walk from the kitchen to the door to hide my annoyance.

I greet my dad and let him in. He then spots Casey and apologises for interrupting. Casey assured him he is not. She mouths to me to talk to him and I do concede that a chat with my dad was long overdue. I guide dad to the living room and tell him what I had not long finished telling Casey. He was taken aback. I then notice Casey trying to quietly leave and I excuse myself so I can see her out. We head down to the lobby where she states she will get a car home. Overrun with emotion I kiss her. Not gently but with much fervour. Casey to my relief returns it. We finally break apart. She asks me what this means. I want to tell her that it means the reset is over, that I am over living in denial of my feelings but I don’t. Dad showing up has ensured that this is now a conversation for another time. So I tell her I do not know but we will talk. We miss again, only this time a lot more tenderly and I stay outside until I see her being driven past. I curse my dad for rocking up when he did but as much as I needed to have a chat with Casey, among other things, the chat I need to have with Dad was also important.

The chat with dad goes better than I thought. I reply to Casey’s text telling her the chicken turned out well but no left overs but I assure I will cook it again. I get ready for bed, knowing that if Dad had not came around, Casey would be here with me. I go to sleep in the knowledge that I have started to show that this insanity of a reset is at an end. It does not take long for him to start dreaming.

“We need to add ghost peppers, add some heat” she says with a wink.

“You are making it hard to stick to my intentions, rookie”

“Is that so?” She says as she walks up to me.

She runs her hand up and down my arm, what was the real reason you asked me over?”

My breath hitches, I cup her cheek, and kiss her, hungrily.

“Ethan” she moans.

I pick her up and deposit her on the bench. I run my hand up her thighs to her centre. She is drenched.

“So wet for me” I whisper in her ear. I slide my other hand to her breast, she is not wearing a bra and I massage her breast. She moans at the touch. I kiss her again, then I kiss her neck, remove her top and lavish attention on her chest. I undo her skirt and ease her skirt and her underwear off. I run my hand through her drenched folds.

“What shall I do with you now? Hmmm”

Casey’s breath hitches and she moans as I tease her swollen nub with my thumb.

“Please Ethan” she sighs under her breath. I spread her legs and kneel down and kiss the inside of her thigh, slowly making my way to her glistening core. I run my tongue slowly around her nub, I finally start sucking he nub. Casey lets out a loud moan. I run my tongue through her folds. I proceed to eat her out and play with her clit. I can tell she is enjoying herself. I start to focus my tongue on her clit whilst I insert two fingers. I pump them in and out, hitting that spot that I know is making her moan loader.

“Fuck, Ethan” she moans. I increase the pace of both my fingers and add a third and my tongue. She starts clenching me hard and I know she is close. I tell her that I have her. With a final thrust of my fingers and flick of my tongue, she succumbs to her glorious climax.

Ethan awoke with a start and a raging hard on. The dream was vivid. The thoughts again of what he wished he had done earlier made their way to the forefront of his mind. There was no way he was going to be able to get back to sleep this riled up. He got himself comfortable. He thought about how he would have fucked Casey after eating her out like he did in the dream. He imagined himself picking her up and moving her to the dining room table. He stood behind her as he bent her over the table, taking her from behind. He teased her entrance as he massaged her breasts. Then placing her hands on her hips he thrust into her, causing her to moan. His hands match the pace at which he would have been thrusting into Casey. He sets an arduous pace from the get go. He starts to feel the all to familiar sensation and clenches his throbbing cock harder, imaging that it is Casey clenching him hard. He groans as he ejaculates. Again wishing he had come inside Casey. Nothing compared to the real thing but the relief he felt would have to do. At least now he could get to sleep. He eventually went back to sleep, thoughts of knowing that he was ready to end the lunacy that had been the last several months making him smile. “Reset be damned” as he said to himself as he drifted off.

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Authors note 2: the attack kind of delays the chat that brings about the end of the reset but they get there after and that is what matters.

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[collectingsparechangemadeeasy1]

A Reunion Long Overdue

I am very excited about this one! I’ve wanted to write this part for awhile! Hope you like it uwu!

1 year and 2 months he’s been living with Glynda. 1 year and 2 months… Oscar was nearly two. So much had changed in what sounded like a long time, but felt like a moment. But today… Today felt like years. Because he was waiting for someone. Or rather, someone’s. Today he was going to see his family again after a decade. A whole decade… How much has changed? How much was different now? Would he even recognize his brothers or his fathers anymore?

He shook his head and rubbed a damp cloth on Oscar’s cheek, cleaning away breakfast. He smiled faintly, this little one had brought so much light into his life. Light he didn’t even realize was missing.

“Well aren’t you a messy little mister?” he chuckled, picking up the bouncing baby boy and kissing his cheek.

“Are you seriously still in your pajamas?” a familiar teasing voice asked, and Ozpin chuckled.

“Maybe. Don’t want my day cloths to be all messed up by mr.GottaThrowAllMyBabyFood over here. Is that ok with you Glyny?” he asked, a fake pout on his lips.

Glynda snorted and rolled her eyes, bumping his shoulder as she passed. “Never call me Glyny, and get changed. Your family is gonna be here any minute.”

Right… family. Could he even call them that? 10 years and 3 months apart, he’d missed so much, he knew so little about their lives after all. Glynda had been only his friend growing up, she knew his brothers of course, but was never as close to them. So when he’d left, she’d told him that contact had dwindled. She would help them search, but she stopped after 3 years. They… they never did.

He’d been shocked to hear that. They NEVER stopped looking for him. For 10 years. He really didn’t deserve them… Did he?

He shook his head of the thoughts and headed to the guest room Glynda had been letting him stay in. “What do you wanna wear today little manticore?” he asked his son. Oscar babbled a bit, but Oz was able to make out “ion” and “usie”. Which meant lion onesie! Heh, he was so smart.

“One lion onesie coming up! Maybe your adorableness will help me not get absolutely destroyed by your uncles!” he chirped, all smiles and coos with Oscar. The little one giggled and clapped his hands happily. “Keep that up and we’re home free honey!”

Oscar was far less fussy about getting dressed today, which was both thankful, and not thankful for. Thankful because it was always good when Oscar was relaxed and happy, not thankful because if Oscar was fussy… he might be able to get out of this whole mess. But no dice there, just a few buttoned up buttons, a cute lion hood, and a slow trudge to his own little wardrobe to get dressed. He hummed as he looked at the clothes. “What do you think, little manticore? Should I go for casual “Oh it’s been so long, great to see you!” or formal “It’s been years and I want to make a good impression”? Maybe a dress?” Oscar just babbled unhelpfully, chewing on his teething ring Oz had carved for him. Ozpin sighed with a fond smile, looks like he was on his own. ”Maybe a new style entirely. I wear black and red and gray too much. Maybe something lighter… a real “Hey I’m a nice guy now” vibe. …A sweater vest would be a one way street to teasing, rather not give them more ammo…” About an hour later Glynda came up to find the poor guy face down on the floor, Oscar giggling on his back, the entire wardrobe scattered on the floor. “Wow.”

“I don’t know what to weeeeear!” he moaned, “Everything is either too fancy, not fancy enough, too dark or too light, or makes me look weird!”

“Do you think you might be, oh I don’t know, over thinking this?” she asked, kneeling next to him and poking his cheek. “Just wear something comfortable.” He looked up at her with previously unseen tears in his eyes, “No! I have to wear something good! Something that shows I’m changed! Something that-that-” Glynda petted his hair with uncommon tenderness, “Ozzy, it’s ok. They’ve loved you for all these years. They’ve been looking for you for all this time. I don’t think wearing the wrong outfit is going to change that.”

He let out a small sob and leaned into her hand, “I’m… I’m scared Glyn… It’s been so long.”

She smiled softly, “I know Ozzy, I know. But you have to face that fear and tell it fuck off!”

That got a little warbly laugh from the man, “R-right, just gotta tell it to fuck off!”

“That’s the spirit!” she laughed, picking up Oscar and letting Oz sit up. “Now… get dressed and come down stairs. You’re family’s here.”

A few minutes later, Ozpin came down, he wore a green, brown, and beige patchwork sweater, a white t-shirt, and brown pants with white shoes. He was holding Oscar close, like he was a teddy bear that was going to protect Oz from the monster in the closet.

The scene was an achingly familiar one, even if so much had changed. Ozma, Diggs, his dad and his papa, all gathered around the table with Glynda, chatting and teasing each other. Ozma was noticeably older, laughter lines around his eyes, his hair was longer and he could see some gray streaks here and there. Diggs had his marshmallow white hair tied back in a ponytail, he had the same laugh lines, and a large burn scar on his cheek that hadn’t been there before.

But then there were his parents… They looked so much older than Oz remembered them. His dad, Ozymandias, had a beard now, it was groomed well, but it, along with his long chestnut hair, was streaked with gray. His face was more wrinkled, worry lines in his forehead, crows feet, age lines around his mouth… And the way he sat, more hunched, when Oz always remembered him sitting tall and proud, perfect posture he’d instilled in his sins. His papa, Ambrosius, was as handsome as ever, but his face held the same signs of age as his dad. His short dark blue hair was now speckled with silver, his bright golden eyes seemed dimmer. He also seemed more demeur than he used to be, no longer the life of the party so to speak.

Ozpin took all of this in as he stepped into the proverbial lion's den, sitting next to Glynda, keeping her between him and his family. The conversation had died, and Ozpin didn’t know what to say. What could he say? It had been a decade since he ran from them, without so much as a note… He looked away from his family's eyes that bore into him, scrutinizing him, judging him. He held Oscar a little closer, trying to keep the shaking in his hands from being noticed.

He only looked up again when he heard someone stand, his dad, he was still so regal, so kingly, even after all these years. Even with his aging body, he held an air about him, powerful and worthy of respect without demanding it. His expression was unreadable, and he moved slowly towards Oz, almost like the silvernette was a scared wild animal who may bolt at any moment.

Ozpin stayed still, feeling very much like said scared animal, especially when Glynda gently took Oscar from his hold. He stared up at his father, still taller than him by quite a bit. He looked into those aged green eyes, and his knees nearly buckled from under him when he saw that same familiar warmth, that same familiar love, not dimmed or lessened in the slightest.

“Dad…” he breathed, eyes welling up as his throat caught with a painful lump.

It seemed that was all the older man needed though, as he quickly embraced Ozpin, holding him tight to his chest like so many years ago. Ozpin let out a sob as he quickly returned the embrace, gods how he’d missed this. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his dads hugs, so strong and warm, making him feel like nothing could hurt him so long as his dad was there.

“Dad!” he whined, holding him tighter, wetting his shirt with tears. “Dad!” “Shh, thaur noo sweetheart. yoo’re awe rite.” his fathers low rumbling voice, his accent thick as ever. The sound just made him sob harder, he missed that sound so much, he missed hearing him tell stories, missed teasing him about his accent, missed hearing him sing old songs from his youth. He’d missed his dad.

Another body joined the hug, warmer and softer, but no less powerful. His papa, the kind, silly, exuberant, always the first with a joke or to tell a highly animated story. He’d hold them when they cried, be silly to make them laugh, he was always first to go into papa bear mode when Oz or his brothers were threatened. He was the best at scaring away bad dreams, always telling them that “Monsters are too scared of me to come anywhere near this place!” And it always made him feel better.

He held both as best he could, sobbing into them as he felt his brothers join the hug. He cried out in grief, all the years he’d missed, all the pain he’d caused, and yet they still loved him. They still came to him when called, they still held him so tight, they still cried with him, murmuring about how they loved him, how they were so happy they finally found him.

It took nearly an hour of crying, hugging, and gentle words before everyone finally calmed down enough to separate and sit down to actually talk. Oz took Oscar back and kissed his little cheek, he smiled softly at the little bundle of joy in his arms. “Everyone…” he said softly, voice raspy from all the crying, “This is Oscar, my son.”

(translation of Ozmynadias line just in case: “Shh, there now sweetheart. You’re alright.”)

[lifeafterthelayoff]

Part II, Day 104

Lists for the listless: shifting to a digital to-do list helped me recoup my time and preserve my mental well-being.

I made a big move today: I committed to a digital to-do list format.

Being a creature of cursive, I’ve always made my lists on regular college-ruled paper. Not in a fancy notebook, because I have an unreasonable aversion to committing unworthy or mundane things to nice stationary. 

My most recent paper to-do list was on one of those mini, legal-style notepads that I got from a conference room on a business trip back in November. Works great.

But, when I found myself taking photos of the to-do list to have them on my phone when I was out and about, I came to a realization: this is silly. Surely there are workable apps out there that will keep me to-do-ed on-the-go.

I settled on Google Tasks, though I am sure there are others that are 10x better. I’m all-in on the Google platforms with Gmail and Sheets and Docs and everything else, so Tasks seemed like an easy move.

After installing it and granting it a coveted spot on my mobile phone’s home screen, I started making lists like there was no tomorrow. I copied the entries over from my ruled paper, and kept typing. Ain’t no party like a to-do party ‘cause a to-do party don’t stop. Until everything is checked off of the list, I guess. Then it’s over.

What would a productivity aid be without some humorous titles? Boring. Here are a few lists I have going now:

🤞 Get a job. Job searching tasks, natch. 😅 Admin toil. Boring stuff like bills and appointments 🧹 Ya filthy animal. Deep cleaning tasks fit for the jobless. ✨ It’s tidy, alrighty. Overdue organization obligations. 🛠️ Fix-it Forry. Home improvement projects. 🍽️ He ate. Grocery lists and food-related entries.

How much did this shift increase my productivity whilst in a layoff? A truly SHOCKING amount, I tell you.

Part of navigating a layoff is an exercise in time management. Not just to get things done when they need to get done, but to keep your wits about you. I’ve had listless (pun intended) days absolutely evaporate with nothing to show for it. And not in the good, carefree, or relaxing sense. Just a squandering of what was a nice chunk of time.

No more. It’s a new era. I’m already looking forward to getting right at it tomorrow, checking things off of my lists.

[imdoingwhateverisnext]

Dental Conundrum (a problem-solving writing exercise)

Susie didn't have insurance, but she did have a plan she was excited about. In an act of self-care, she was going to get some long overdue dental work done. Maybe then she would no longer have to hear people tell her she should smile more.

Susie begins by shopping around a dentist with good customer reviews/ratings for a reasonable price. She finds one office that charges $300 for X-rays and initial exam, not including any interventions.

She thinks to herself, 'If it costs that much for them to tell me what is wrong, how much does the actual dental work cost?'

She doesn't know because they will not tell her until she pays $300.

She tells them, "I am not looking to get out of paying for the work, in fact I have a plan. I was going to go to the bank and take out a loan for the amount I needed to get everything done at once."

They tell her they cannot help her without the money up front.

Susie seeks clarification. "So, unless I pay $300, I will not be able to find out how much it's going to cost?"

The receptionist apologizes and repeats the same basic series of words involving a $300 payment up front.

Susie understood that they wanted and needed payment for services rendered, but all she wanted was an estimate so she could move forward with her plan. She didn't understand how they had so suddenly reached such an impasse.

Susie says thank you and excuses herself from the conversation. She leaves the office with no clear answer.

It seems Susie has been completely derailed in the first step of her exciting plan; the actual planning phase. Feeling defeated, Susie goes home and tries to make sense of what just happened.

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If I were Susie, I would begin breaking down this strange conundrum. Initially, it is problematic that I am in a 'deadlock' with no compromise in sight. I am legitimately confused and depressed about this outcome, or lack thereof. It is probably needless to say, but if I were Susie, the initial excitement I once had has left the room.

So, how does this cash-pay system usually work? In the past, I have always had insurance when I needed to see a dentist. So I never looked into the different methods of payment. I just blindly and ignorantly paid my co-pay.

Is this an accurate representation of the situation I have found myself in? I do not want to use faulty logic when formulating a plan/solution.

I am not a mathematical whiz, but I loved solving geometric proofs in school, so I will try to break this down into logical steps as best as my brain will allow.

-If I were to check with 3 more dentists who have similar cash-pay policies, according to my calculations, I would be out more than a thousand dollars before even getting a tooth cleaned.

-Exercising due diligence, if I was shopping around, I would check with a few different places to get estimates. Isn't this logically how one would go about making an expensive purchase?

-The last time I checked, dental work (per tooth) can quickly run into the thousands of dollars. I would consider that an expensive purchase.

-Since I am looking to take out a loan for dental work, one could assume that I don't have a lot of money just lying around.

-Under the above assumption, would it make sense that I would have $300 that I could easily part with? Hint: The answer here is "NO".

This seems like a no-solution problem based on the information I have, but I will dive a little deeper.

-If I wanted to buy a car, a dealership using similar twisted logic would charge me for a test drive. They might even charge me for the privilege of looking around the show room. But how do I know I want it without seeing it or driving it?

-Maybe I want to buy a home, would the realtor then charge me to look at available houses? I suppose in this case it would be financially wise to already know exactly what I want before showing up. But if I knew that, why would I pay a realtor?

In what other situation would someone only tell me how much something costs after I first pay them hundreds of dollars. The few examples I can think of are mostly illegal or unethical.

Now I will simplify the above situation into a dialogue; just to be certain my logic isn't flawed. Would this conversation sound ridiculous if it were involving something else?

Me- I am going to the bank to take out a loan to give you a large amount of money. How much do I need to get?

Other person- I can't tell you that.

Me- I want to give you money for your services, how much do I need to bring you?

Other person- Give me $300 and I will tell you how much it costs.

Me- Does the $300 go towards the overall cost?

Other person- No. It is just so I can tell you how much it costs and what you need.

Me- I already know what I need. I need you to tell me how much it costs.

Other person- I can't tell you how much it costs without the money up front.

Me- So I pay you to tell me how much it costs?

Other person- Yes.

Me- One of us does not understand this conversation. I will make a purchase somewhere else.

Other person- Good luck to you!

Yes, I have concluded that it sounds ridiculous. This isn't an exaggeration. It is an almost verbatim conversation I had with another person. I am still confused by the cash pay system, and now my brain hurts (wait, who's on first)?

As if the state of poverty itself isn't bad enough, I am reminded of how it seems poor people are punished for being poor. In what reality does this make sense? I could start a discussion about credit cards, missed payments and interest rates, but that is a topic for another brain exercise. This is not a political discussion, nor is it anti-dentist. It is simply a written version of ways my brain tries to make sense of a world that often doesn't make sense; sometimes using flawed logic (because it is all that is available at the time).

[koishua]

→ the second waltz — yang jungwon

synopsis: you reward him with a dance of waltz after he saves your plant.

genre: fluff, established relationship.

length: 1.002k words.

requested by: anon.

warnings: none.

Late into the night, you’re reading by your bedside lamp, the room lit by the cozy light. Rain is pouring onto the roof, the sound of the droplets hitting your window fading into white noise as you flip to the next page of your favourite book. It seems that you can never get enough of the words the author had spilled on the pages, having already read it more than a couple times.

Sitting by your desk, back to you as he replants your plant into another vessel, is Yang Jungwon. There’s a comfortable silence that hangs in the air, the two presences in the room preoccupied with something on their own— it’s been like that for a while now, far before it had even started raining. Neither he, nor you seem to mind the quietness.

It’s not long however, before he turns to you with a boyish smile on his face. He’s expecting you to finish reading the line you’re at, pausing to pay attention to him and so that is exactly what you do. Setting the book back on your nightstand with the bookmark peeking out of the page you leave it at, you pull the simple cover away from your lap, hopping out of your mattress to stalk towards him.

“Are you done?” You lay your hand on his shoulder, leaning against the sturdy material of your desk to inspect the brand new condition of your previously suffering aloe plant, having outgrown its little pot you’d bought it in. It had been months since you’d welcomed it in your home and a change in… outfit was long overdue.

“Yup,” Jungwon nods, slipping out of his rubber gloves, “she’ll be thriving again now.”

Pushing the chair back, he stretches his legs. “Now, how am I going to be repaid?” The all-too eager expression spreads on his face— the same kind of grin he always wore whenever he knows that he will be getting something from you, whether it’s a hug, a kiss or in this case, a dance.

Reaching for your phone to open the proper piece of music for the occasion, you chuckle, “Fine, I’ll teach you how to waltz.” 

From the corner of your eyes, you see him jump from his seat and start cleaning up the mess he’d accidentally created on your desk in the process of saving your aloe. Brushing the bits of soil into your trash bin, he asks you, “Is there even enough space to dance here?”

“If you help me move the bed a little to the side, then there will be.”

The rain had dwindled down by the time you’d quietly moved your bed, now falling in gentle pitter-patters. Jungwon is standing in the middle of the emptied space, ready to learn anything you teach him. Waltz No. 2 by Shostakovich is playing from your phone’s speakers, just loud enough to be heard and not too much to disturb the remaining population of the house.

“I’ll lead you, so follow my steps, okay?” You begin by placing your right hand over his shoulder when his left hand finds your waist. It’s intimate in a sense, being just you and him in your room only a foot apart, The Second Waltz in the background sounding as gentle as the hold you have on each other.

There’s an ever-constant flutter in his stomach, one that never seemed to go away in your presence. He should be used to it by now, though he is not. How could he? Even after you being his and him being yours for a year by now, he is just as smitten with you as he was before. The few words that leave your lips only barely registers in his mind before you take a step to the left.

“Now back to my right, step your right foot back next to your left and then take a step forward with your left foot.” You instruct him with an encouraging tone, not paying any heed when he steps on your toes by accident.

You step back, followed by another step to your left. Signalling him to move his foot back, you end up back where you’d started, creating a box shape. A step backwards, then to the left, forward and again, to the right— the sequence is repeated all over again.

It’s by the end of the second circle you’ve done around the room when his body fully adjusts to the rhythm, now entirely at ease with the steps and movement. “How very romantic.” He chimes, running the pad of his thumb over your intertwined hands.

The comment pulls a shy smile out of you, “I look like a rat in my old pajamas, Won. It can’t be that romantic.”

“Quite on the contrary,” he whispers, pulling you closer by the waist, taking you by surprise, “I’ve never seen anyone prettier.”

“Oh yeah,” you entertain him with a sly glint in your eyes, “how about Jang Wonyoung?”

It doesn’t bother you how he’s worked closely with idols— female ones, those who are objectively beautiful. You know the amount of love he carries in his heart only for you. Through his words and affectionate advances, even the way he simply looks at you is enough to make you feel secure in yourself. 

That doesn’t mean that you didn’t like teasing him every once in a while with questions like this one. You find great pleasure in the way he panics and sputters, horrified that you might think less of his love for you.

“You know you’re way more beautiful than anyone else on this planet in my eyes.” He grumbles, noticing your mirthful stare, though he instantly lights up when you place a peck on the tip of his scrunched up nose. Another above his brow, then another on his cheek, and another on his jaw.

Jungwon melts inside, feeling his knees weaken when you smile at him again, brushing away the strands of hair falling over his eyes, “I know.”

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[kaihavoc]

heyyy, could you write something fluffy with Puli??? anything at all. thanks already!

hi, anonie! I'm SO SO sorry it took a while to get back to you. I was overthinking writing this and just being hard on myself. but thank you so much for requesting something! I hope you like it! I'll always write for Puli because he has such a soft spot in my heart <3

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You walk into your and Christian’s apartment, keys jingling impatiently from your fingertips before you toss them on the entryway table. You kick off your boots and enter the living room with an exhausted huff, wanting nothing more than to scarf down dinner and bury yourself in bed. It’d been a long day at work and you had done your best to keep your cool from 9 to 5, but now that you’re in the privacy of your own home, you’re about to snap. Especially when you see the mess Christian had made in the living room while you were away.

“Christian, baby, the living room is a mess,” you grit through your teeth, rubbing your temples with your eyes closed, unable to take in the chaos before you. “Will you please tidy up while I get started on dinner?”

When you get no response, you can’t help but glare at the hodgepodge of blankets and cushions strewn around the room.

“Christian,” you hiss, stressing his name so that he knows you’re serious. “I’m not in the mood for kiddish games tonight. I’m tired, I’m hungry and, quite frankly, I’m long overdue for some cuddles." You cross your arms, your lips pulling into a pout, fully expecting Christian to pop out of thin air and finally embrace you like he always does when he’s home before you are. But he doesn’t appear.

“Fine, if this is how you’re going to be,” you mutter under your breath, dropping to your hands and knees before crawling into the makeshift fort of bedsheets.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Christian reprimands, pushing your forehead with his index finger to force you out of the fort. “No password, no entry.”

“A password? Really?” You scowl at him. “What are we, five? Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if your brain never developed past pre-school.”

“Ouch, babe. That's harsh.” Christian clutches his heart and fakes a wounded expression, his brown curls dangling over his eyes. Sitting on tucked knees, he’s dressed simply in cotton shorts and a tank top, your favorite uniform on him -- second only to his Chelsea kit. With the way he looks, what you really want to do is twine your arms around his neck and kiss every last one of the freckles that dust his nose and cheeks. But by the way he’s acting, you would love nothing more than to smack him upside the head.

“Okay, what’s the stupid password?”

“I can't just tell you. You're supposed to know.”

“How am I supposed to know it if you don't tell me?” You growl.

“I’ll help you out. Here's a hint: it's a nickname I love to call you--”

"Pumpkin?"

"--and you love to hate," Christian finishes with a grin, his dimples deeply imprinted in his cheeks to prove his enjoyment in teasing you.

"Chipmunk," you answer automatically, frowning, not finding the amusement in any of this. Chipmunk. You earned that nickname on your very first date with Christian. You still harbored a smidge of baby fat back then and, in passing, Christian had mentioned how you were as cute as a chipmunk. He almost didn’t get a second date after that.

"You got it, chipmunk!" Christian cheers, yanking you inside the blanket fort and positioning you between his legs. Your back pressed his chest and his arms snugly around you, he inhales the scent of your hair. "I set all this up for us. Well, for you. I thought we could have a movie night. I ordered a pizza. Got all your favorite candy. I even made sure I got enough pillows and blankets so we’d be comfortable all night."

You turn your head to stare at him blankly, taking your boyfriend in with critical eyes.

"Or I can clean all this up like you asked me to when you first walked in,” he offers quickly, a pink tint settling over his freckles.

You shake your head, your lips curled into a small smile, your heart practically bursting with pure adoration for Christian. "No, no, this is perfect.”

“You sure?” Christian crinkles his nose, unbelieving. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re just... the cutest,” you sigh happily, tapping your fingers rhythmically on his muscular thigh. “So what movie are we watching?

“I was thinking Monsters Inc.?”

“Annnd the five-year-old is back.”

After Christian finally convinces you to watch Monsters Inc. with him (for the umpteenth time), you lay your head on his chest, dipping your leg in between his thighs, and the two of you stay like that for the rest of the night. You two never detach from each other, not even to eat -- Christian fed you bites of the pepperoni pizza and opened all the candy bar wrappers for you.

By the time the movie is over, you’re sprawled over Christian’s chest on your stomach. You look up at him through your drooping eyelids, fighting your urge to pass out.

“I love you, Christian,” you whisper.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he mumbles back, his eyelids fluttering shut.

“No. I love you,” you repeat, incessant and firm despite your drowsy voice. “You make every day fun and you remind me what’s really important in life. Which isn't some job, but making time for the people you love."

“I'll always make time for you because I'll always love you,” Christian replies, brushing a passionate yet delicate kiss on your lips before the two of you nod off in each other's arms.

[leossmoonn]

One Day at A Time

masterlist

pairing - lip gallagher x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note / request - “Hi, I love your Shameless imagines! And I was wondering if you could write something for Lip Gallagher x Reader having a baby and struggling with their new life ❤️” alright so i named the baby fred bc thats lip’s baby’s name already lol also you and lip live in the house that lip wanted to buy for tammy. enjoy!

summary - you and lip struggle to raise a baby and survive 

warning / includes - language, fighting, alcohol, smoking, but fluffy ending

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Lip!” You shouted. 

Your boyfriend ran into the room frantically. “What’s wrong?” 

“I need you to get me more baby wipes. Freddy took a big shit,” you instructed. 

Lip nodded, going to the table where you kept the baby wipes. He gave you the whole packet only for you to yell at him.

“Hand me them! I have to hold Freddy down so we doesn’t roll off,” you said.

“Sorry, Jesus,” Lip muttered, handing you baby wipes each time you put your hand out. 

You successfully cleaned your baby’s bottom and but on a new, fresh diaper. You picked Freddy and went downstairs with him. You set Freddy down in his high-chair, going over to the cabinet to get Freddy’s baby food. 

“Are you um, are you going into work today?” Lip asked.

“Yeah, are you?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I am,” Lip said. 

You frowned, turning around and putting a hand on your hip. “You can’t. Someone has to watch Freddy.”

“Debbie can watch Freddy,” Lip said. 

You scoffed, “She's never here. And before you say V and Kev, they’ve already helped us enough the past few months. They’re busy with their own kids.”

“Well, I need to go into work. We need the money,” Lip said. 

“Yeah, and I need to go to work or I’m gonna get fired!” You exclaimed. You began feeding Freddy, your mood lightening a little once you saw the little guy’s face. 

“What about working tomorrow? I thought that was our schedule,” Lip asked. 

“It was, but one, I’m well overdue on maternity leave and two, my boss doesn’t care about my personal life. She doesn’t care that we are struggling to raise a child,” you explained. 

Lip opened his mouth to suggest something, but nothing came out. He looked at you helplessly. 

“Here, why don’t you work for a few hours and I’ll watch Freddy in the morning, then you come back home at lunch and I’ll go and work for the afternoon,” you said. 

Lip nodded. “Yeah, that works.”

“Alright, good,” you said. You turned your attention back to the baby, feeding him the rest of his breakfast. Meanwhile, Lip went to shower and get ready to go to work. He came downstairs, coming over to bid you and Freddy goodbye. 

“I’ll see you later. I love you,” Lip said, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead. 

Even though you were mad at him earlier, you melted into his arms immediately. You hugged him back tightly, burying your head in the crook of his neck. 

“Hm, I love you, too,” you said, breathing in his scent. 

Lip couldn’t help but smile at your actions. He pulled away after a few moments, walking over to Freddy. 

“I love you, too, buddy,” Lip cooed, kissing Freddy on the cheek, making the baby giggle. 

You smiled at the scene, enjoying seeing Lip interact with Freddy. 

“Bye,” Lip called out before leaving. 

“Bye!” You exclaimed, watching him leave. 

You let out a long sigh, leaning back against the fridge. You looked at Freddy, who was clapping his hands on his high-chair table. You laughed a little.

“You’re so silly,” you said, going over to him and picking him up. 

“Do you want to go to the store with me?” You talked to Freddy, bouncing him up and down while walking across the room. 

Freddy make a little squeak and you smiled. “Yeah, I know you want go to the store with me. I’m gonna shower and get ready, you stay in the crib, okay? I’ll be out in 10 minutes,” you said, going up to the nursery and setting Freddy down  gently. 

You went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and brushing your teeth. You went back in your room and got dressed into a pair of mom jeans, a dark-purple, buttoned-up shirt and put a grey sweater over it, taking the collar of your shirt and folding it on the collar of your sweater. You then returned to Freddy’s room. You saw him on his back, sucking in his thumb. You smiled and picked him up, quietly going down the stairs. You set him in his high-chair again, getting your coat, purse, and your shoes. You also got Freddy’s little coat and hat to keep him warm in the cold winter of Chicago. 

You went out to your car, buckling Freddy into his carseat. You then went to the supermarket, putting Freddy in the front of the cart. You picked out fruit, vegetables, and salad mix. You got 2 gallons of milk, new coffee creamer, and cereal. You bought a few warm-up dinner packs and hamburger meat, going to the freezer isle and getting ice cream. You then went to the snack isle. 

“What should we get, Freddy?” You asked, looking at the pop tarts. 

Freddy pointed to the birthday cake-flavoured pop tarts. 

“Good choice, baby,” you smiled, grabbing the pop tarts. You then grabbed a few packs of chips and gum, going over to check out.

“Cute baby,” the girl at the register said. 

You looked up from putting the groceries on the table. You looked at her name tag and smiled. 

“Thank you, Stacy,” you said. “How old is he?” Stacy asked. 

“Almost 2 months,” you said. 

“Awe, so cute. I just found out I’m pregnant,” Stacy said. 

“Oh, really. Congrats,” you smiled. “Yeah, my boyfriend and I are happy,” Stacy smiled, putting her hand on her stomach. 

She rang your groceries up. “It’ll be $103.98.”

You nodded and took your card out and a few coupons you and Lip had collected in the past month. 

“Alright, with these coupons, your total is $80.56,” Stacey said.

“Great,” you smiled. You paid with your card, gathering the grocery bags. 

“Have a good day!” Stacy smiled. 

“Thank you, you too. Congrats again with the baby,” you gave her a kind smile. 

She thanked you as you walked out. You loaded the groceries into the car and put Freddy back in his carseat. You then drove back home, putting away the groceries while Freddy watched you in his high-chair. 

“Are you tired, baby? I’m tired,” you yawned. Freddy yawned right after you, making you chuckle. 

“Why don’t you take a nap and let Mommy clean the house, okay? It’s a fucking mess,” you muttered the curse words, looking around the house. Clothes and toys were everywhere. Plates were stacked in the sink and on the coffee table. The house needed to be vacuumed and wiped down very badly

You put Freddy down in his crib, turning on the baby monitor. You changed into a tank top and shorts and put your hair in a ponytail, going back downstairs to clean. 

You started with the dishes, washing and drying them off, putting them back in their cupboards. You then wiped down the kitchen counter, stove top, kitchen table, and coffee table. Next you decided to clean up all of the baby stuff that was on the floor. You put Freddy’s toys in the play bins you and Lip had bought and put Freddy’s clothes in the washing machine. You then vacuumed the living room carpet and swept the kitchen tiles, making yourself another cup of coffee. You were done in an hour and a half, taking a look at your work, smiling in satisfaction. Your house hadn’t been this clean since you and Lip had bought it. 

It was lunch time and you knew Lip would be coming home soon. You decided to make you and him lunch. You made chilli and salad, knowing that it would last you two for a few days. You changed back into your work uniform before grabbing yourself a bowl and sitting down, eating your lunch quickly before you had to go to work. 

15 minutes later, Lip had walked through the door. You got up to greet him. 

“Hey, babe. This smells good, what did you make?” Lip asked.  “Chilli and salad for lunch. You can have some,” you said. 

“Ah, nice,” Lip said. He gave you a kiss on the cheek, going over to the kitchen.  You frowned. He usually wasn’t this detached.

“How was work?” You asked. 

“Good,” Lip said, grabbing himself a bowl of chilli. “How was your day?”

“Good,” you said. “ I um… I cleaned the house and got groceries.”

“Oh, nice,” Lip said, sitting down. 

"Are you okay?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” Lip said. 

“Um, okay,” you said. “Well, Freddy is upstairs taking a nap. He’s been asleep for about two hours, so he will probably wake up soon. The baby monitor is here. When he wakes up can you give him a bath? He’s a little stinky.”

“Sure,” Lip nodded. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out why he was acting so off. 

“I gotta go to work. I'll see you later, okay?” You said. 

“Okay. Have fun,” Lip said.

You slammed the front door shut and walked to your car, letting out a long sigh. You wanted to ask why Lip was acting so distant, but you knew you had to go to work. You worked as a waitress at a local diner. You had been working there for the past 3 years. You hoped to be moving jobs to what you really wanted to do, which was cosmetics, but having a baby set you back a little. You were so thankful for Freddy, though, you didn’t regret having him one bit. It just sucked a lot. But you were good at your job. you were friendly to customers and co-workers, got the most tips, and never played around. You were your boss’s best waitress, despite you always having to change your shifts. 

You worked from 1 pm to 9, going back home tired, but happy you at least got a shift in. You drove home, looking forward to seeing Lip and Freddy, but once you got in the door, your excitement immediately diminished. 

Freddy was in his play pen and the person who was watching him wasn’t Lip. It was Carl. 

“Um, hey, Carl,” you frowned, setting your coat in the closet. 

Carl turned to you, a nervous smile on his face. “Hey, Y/n. How’re you?”

“Good, thanks. Where is Lip?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips. 

“He went out,” Carl answered. 

“To where?” You asked, your temper rising. “Um…. to the Alibi,” Carl said nervously. 

Your eyes blew wide. “What?! He went to the Alibi and left you to take care of our baby? No offense, Carl.”

“None taken,” Carl shrugged. 

“I…” you started to say. You put your fingers on your temples, rubbing in circles to try and ease the headache you were beginning to have. You were able to calm down a little. 

“Thank you for taking care of Freddy,” you said to Carl. 

“No problem. I love the little guy,” Carl smiled. 

You smiled back, grabbing your purse. “Here, let me pay you for watching him.”

“I would usually say yes to money, but I’ll say no this time. I like spending time with Freddy, he's my nephew, I like watching him,” Carl shrugged.

“Are you sure?” You asked, holding a 20 dollar bill. 

“Yeah, I am,” Carl smiled kindly. 

“Alright. Thank you. I’m going to find Lip. Do you mind staying until I come back?” You asked. 

“Nope. Can I have some of the chilli?” Carl asked. 

“Yeah, of course. Do you know how to change diapers and feed Freddy?” You asked. 

“Yeah, of course. I took care of Liam and Franny for Debbie sometimes,” Carl said. 

“Right, of course,” you chuckled. “Thanks, again. I’ll see you later.”

“See you,” Carl waved. 

You didn’t bother grabbing your coat, rushing out of the house to find Lip. You drove to the Alibi, parking haphazardly. You went in, anger surging through you as you saw Lip smoking and drinking his liver and lungs out. He was talking with Kermit and Tommy. 

“Lip!” You screamed, the whole room turning going quiet. 

“Oh, hey, Y/n!” Kev smiled. 

“Hey, Kev. Can I see Lip for a second?” You asked, clenching your jaw. 

Lip looked at you, his eyes dropping. “Hey, baby.” He walked up to you, a stoned smile on his face. 

You grabbed his hand, yanking him out to the alley behind the Alibi. 

“What's up?” Lip asked.

“You! That’s what’s up!” You exclaimed. 

“What do you mean?” Lip asked. 

“You fucking left Freddy alone!” You shouted. “I left him with Carl. He’s fine,” Lip shrugged. 

“Yeah, but you didn’t call me to say you were going to leave Freddy!” 

Lip glared at you. “I don’t need to call you. He’s my son.”

“He’s my son, too! I’m his mother. I need to know who he is with! What if Carl brought over Kelly and they started having sex on the couch where Freddy could see, huh? I don’t fucking want that!” 

Lip chuckled. “They wouldn’t do that. Carl and Kelly are broken up or whatever.”

You groaned. “That’s not the point! I’m tired and super stressed out. You could have let me know!” 

“I’m tired and stressed out, too!” Lip exclaimed.

“Oh, yeah, I bet you are. Getting fucking drunk and stoned,” you laughed sourly. 

“I’m not drunk, I had 2 sips of beer, and I worked!” Lip exclaimed. 

“Yeah? Well I worked, too! I worked until 9 at night. I should be home by then! And I was the one who cleaned the house and did the dishes and got the groceries, which by the way, you are fucking welcome!” You shouted. 

“I never asked you to do that,” Lip said. 

“i know, but I did it because we needed it. All I wanted was a thank you!” “Well I was tired and hungry when I got home,” Lip shrugged. 

You glared at him, tears clouding your vision. “You’re so full of shit, Lip. So full of fucking shit!” You screamed, pushing him back. He stumbled backwards and hit the brick wall gently. 

“What the fuck, Y/n?!” Lip yelled. 

“Don’t do that! You don’t have the right to question me!” You screamed back. 

Lip opened his mouth to yell back, but Veronica and Kevin came out. 

“Hey, you two stop it!” Veronica yelled. 

“Yeah, what’s going on?” Kevin asked. 

“She is yelling at me!” Lip pointed to you. 

“Yeah, cause you’re a fucking asshole!” You screamed, your voice hoarse and tears running down your face. 

“Oh, no,” Veronica muttered. She went over to you, wrapping her arms around you gently. “Let’s go inside and get you some tea, okay?”

You started to sob, leaning in to Veronica. Lip looked at you, his heart breaking at the sight of you so upset.  

“Kev, you take Lip home and get him cleaned up, okay? Make sure Freddy is fed and changed and put to bed, too,” Veronica instructed. 

Kevin nodded, putting his arm around Lip and went to Lip’s car. Veronica walked you inside, taking you to the back of the bar. She got you a beer and a hot cup of tea, placing them in front of you. 

“T-Thanks,” you sniffled. 

“Talk to me, baby,” Veronica said, sitting down next to you. 

“Lip left Freddy home alone with Carl. I’ve been so busy and tired today. I cleaned the whole house, got the groceries. I worked for fucking 8 hours. I just wanted a little ‘thank you’ from Lip. That’s all I wanted,” you cried. “God, I’m such a fucking crybaby.”

Veronica put her hand on your arm comfortingly. “No, honey, you’re not. I understand, don’t worry, and Lip should, too. Maybe you should calm down a little and then go back home and talk to him. Really talk, no shouting and pushing.”

You took a big sip of your beer and nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good plan.”

Veronica smiled. “Do you want anything to eat?”

“No, I’m fine,” you said. 

“You sure? We have some chocolate chip cookies,” Veronica smiled. 

“Hm, okay. I'll have a few,” you smiled. 

“Great!” Veronica squealed. She went away for a few moments, coming back with a container full of cookies. 

You sat and talked with Veronica for two hours. You soon were about to pass out and decided to drive you and Veronica home since Kevin had taken their car. 

“Thanks for the fun night, V,” you smiled at Veronica as you dropped her back to her house. 

“No problem! Drive home safe! Call if you need anything,” Veronica said. 

“Will do,” you said and drove back home, which was thankfully only 5 minutes away. 

You got home, going in and seeing the living room empty. You took off your shoes, groaning in relief as your heels had been aching the whole day. You trudged up the stairs and into your bedroom. You heard the shower going but didn’t bother to go and see Lip. 

You changed out of your work clothes and into a pair of shorts and a tank top. You put your hair in a messy bun, flinging yourself on your bed. 

Lip came into the room with Freddy a few moments later. You noticed his presence.

“What?” You snapped. 

“I just… do you want Freddy and I to lay down with you?” Lip asked. 

You looked to them, seeing Freddy smiling at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. “Sure.”

You scooted over, Lip setting Freddy down next to you and climbing into bed with you. You gave Freddy a big kiss. 

“Hi, baby. I’ve missed you,” you cooed. 

Freddy chortled, clapping his hands. You giggled with the baby, ignoring Lip until he spoke. 

“So uh… how was your day?” Lip asked nervously. 

“Fine. How was yours?” You asked, not looking at him. 

“Mine was uh… good,” Lip said. 

“Good,” you said shortly. 

There was an awkward silence between you two before Lip spoke again. 

“I wanted to apologise for my actions today,” Lip started to say. 

This was the first time you felt like looking at him. You stared in his blue eyes, waiting for his apology. 

“I’m sorry about ignoring the work you did around the house and I’m sorry for not letting you know I was having Carl take care of Freddy. And I’m sorry for going to the Alibi and getting stoned. I really appreciate you cleaning the house. It really needed to be cleaned and to keep it clean, I promise to try and not leave dishes out and pick up Freddy’s toys,” Lip said. 

You smiled at his apology, scooting up on the bed so you could put your forehead on his without crushing Freddy. 

“Thank you. And the house being messy isn’t totally your fault. I need to learn to clean up after myself more, too,” you said. 

Lip chuckled, “That’s something we can both work on then.”

“Totally,” you smiled. 

“I’m also sorry for yelling at you at the Alibi. I’ve just been so stressed with work and Freddy. I’ve never had to take care of a baby that was my own before. I’ve always had help from Fiona and Ian,” Lip said. 

You put your hand on his cheek. “I know, baby. This is all new for me, too. And I’m sorry for yelling at you, too, you didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s alright. I kinda did,” Lip chuckled. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile “Well anyways, we’ll get through this together, okay? I love you. So, so, so much. And I love Freddy, probably a little too much,” you joked. “Let’s just take this one day at a time okay?”

Lip nodded and pressed his lips against yours softly. You kissed him back before pulling away, making sure Freddy was okay. 

Lip smiled. “I love you, too, you know.”

You looked back up to Lip with a big smile. “Yeah, I know.”

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TW: Swearing, mentions of murder, a bit of angst, I think that’s it!

This is heavily unedited because it’s my Levi simp hours and I need Dad!Levi headcanons. Also your kid and Eren’s kid are gender neutral

Levi as a father 

-I honestly don’t picture Levi as someone who planned on having kids but rather someone who ends up having kids by complete accident. Living in the walls during a war is absolute hell and he doesn’t want his kids to suffer the same way he did growing up.

-Whether or not the kid is adopted or his biological kid- it doesn’t matter to him, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the parentage of his kid...if he raises the kid then you better believe it’s his kid.

If your kid is adopted then here’s how I picture you guys becoming their parents

- During one of your expeditions beyond the walls you find (what you think is) an abandoned cabin in the woods. When you point it out Levi just tells you to ignore it and focus on the task Erwin gave you, but you have this weird gut feeling that someone is in there. While Levi is distracted you go off to the cabin and peek inside and to your horror- there is a small child, no older than a few months crying in it’s deceased mothers arms. You run over and pry the crying baby from the mother’s hands and immediately start trying to hush it’s cries

-Levi notices the fact that you’ve left his side after a few minutes of silence and he pinches his nose in frustration- of course you went to check out the cabin he told you to ignore. He flies away from the tree he was perched on and makes his way to the cabin to look for you- upon reaching the cabin his eyes widen from pure shock. Where the hell did you get a crying baby from? he can’t help but be filled with sorrow when he notice’s the child’s dead parents on the ground behind you- bandits had probably murdered them.

-The two of you have a huge argument about what you should do with the orphan child and this results in the two of you not speaking for over a week. But as the week goes on, he realizes that him and that baby are more similar than he thinks. Levi never had a father- the closest father figure in his life being Kenny who abandoned him at a young age, and his dear mother Kuchel who died of sickness when he was just a boy. Both Levi and the child didn’t have parents in their lives, fate cruelly ripping that away from them. He see’s himself in that baby.

-After a week of silence Levi storms into your office only to catch you asleep with the baby on your chest, his heart softens just the slightest bit at the image. He sits next to you and gently shakes you awake- careful to not wake the sleeping baby. Before you can even say anything he quietly states:

-”we’re not abandoning the baby, we can raise them together”

-All the worry and stress you carried melted away after hearing his words.

If your kid was biologically his, this is how I picture it turning out:

-The day Hanji informed you that you were pregnant was quite possibly one of the worst days of your life (sorry to be angsty) how the hell could you have gotten pregnant? the amount of stress, physical strain on your body and sleepless nights is not ideal for fertility- so how the hell did this happen?

-How the hell would you even tell Levi? The topic of children has never once come up and you’re sure he would never want to raise a child in the walls while titans destroy and kill everyone in sight. Besides- the two of you already have enough on your plates as it is.

- You’d tell him straight out that you were pregnant during your nightly tea time before bed, just straight up dropping the news on him. It takes a few seconds for him to fully register what you just told him but once he finally understands he drops his teacup, the boiling hot tea staining his jacket. All he can do is sputter like a fish out of water and aggressively try to clean the stain.

- I’m going to be realistic here- the last thing he would do is jump for joy and kiss you. I hate to be angsty again but realistically he’d probably storm off and go for a walk around the town while he tries to take in the news. I see him unintentionally ignoring you for a few days while he tries to accept the fact that the two of you are bringing a child into this world.

-After about a week he’s finally calmed himself enough to talk to you about the situation and what the best thing for the two of you is. Again, he isn’t happy that you guys are bringing a kid into this- but who the hell would be? but he sure as hell won’t take that out on the kid, he thinks that’s the most pathetic thing you can do as a parent.

-”look, our situation is shitty but I’m not leaving you to raise the brat on your own”

How he is as a father

- I’m not going to lie to you, he is not the type to coddle his kid or show them a lot of affection. To be honest he doesn’t know a single thing about parenting, the only “parent” he had taught him violence and then left Levi to fend for himself- but he does know that most children don’t grow up around violence so he refuses to be even the slightest bit like his uncle Kenny.

- 100% calls his kid brat, ankle-biter, kid...you name it- but he doesn’t mean it in a derogatory way because deep down inside he still has a soft spot for the kid. 

-He rarely ever shows physical affection to the kid because he just doesn’t know how, he never knew the affectionate touch of another human until you came along. That’s not to say that he doesn’t love his kid- he would sacrifice his life without second thought to protect them.

-He doesn’t realize how distant and cold he can be to his kid until he overhears them crying to you about how “daddy doesn’t love me” and his heart just shatters into a million pieces because he DOES love them but for the life of him he just can’t find a way to show it.

-Levi ends up sitting down with the kid and having a conversation that was long overdue (for reference the kid is now 7 years old) and he admits that he loves them more than anything for the first time.

-Your kid just stares at him for a second and blinks because this is the VERY FIRST TIME they’re hearing their dad say I love you- Levi nearly has a heart attack when the kid launches themselves into his chest and starts sobbing.

-For the very first time in 7 years this kid is finally experiencing the love from their father (besides awkward headpats) and the feeling is just so foreign to both of them that even Levi sniffles a little bit

-Levi silently rocks them back and forth while he rubs their back, the child’s sobs turning into soft sniffles. But what Levi says next shocks all three of you.

“I’m sorry for being a terrible father. forgive me little one?”

-You don’t know what shocks you more- the fact he apologized or that he called your child “little one” instead of the usual “brat”. The kid looks at him while wiping their tears away.

“you’re not a bad daddy. I love you papa”

-To this day Levi swears he just had watery eyes because of the dust but you know damn well they were fat tears rolling down his face

-After this incident Levi swears to himself that he’ll be a more affectionate father, a father who tells his kid that he’s proud of them, a father who their kid can rely on.

-He’s tough on his kid and never lets them slack off, he scolds them whenever they make bad choices and sometimes your kid says he’s got a stick up his ass (you lightly scold them but the two of you always end up laughing because it’s true) but your husband deeply cares for your child and does it so they can grow into the best version of themselves.

-Did I mention that he absolutely flips the fuck out when your kid brings home Eren’s kid to introduce you to them? You have to sit on him to make sure that he doesn’t strangle the poor bastard. 

“If that son of a bitch is anything like his father then they’re going home in a bodybag!” “Levi you can’t threaten them just because they’re Eren’s kid!” “Like hell I can’t! nobody is good enough for our child”

-Your kid quickly learns that they can’t bring their significant other home while Levi is there- unless they have a death wish. The two of you team up to keep Levi distracted for a few hours while the couple chills in your living room

-Your kid swears like a sailor (just like their dad) and Levi swears on his life that he’s not the one that taught them that.

“What the hell do you mean? I didn’t do shit! I don’t fucking know where they picked that up from!” *cue you looking into the camera*

-He’s so damn proud when he see’s his kid graduate at the top of their class. He doesn’t scream at the top of his lungs when your kid walks across the stage but he pulls them to the side after and congratulates them with a small smile on his face

“Good job. I’m proud of you, damn brat”

-Gives them one of his rare Levi hugs and the kid nearly drops the diploma in shock because “wtf dad never hugs me”

-You have to pinch his side multiple times during your kid and Eren’s kids wedding because he won’t shut the hell up with snarky remarks

“Say no goddamnit!” *you pinch him* 

“Ow son of a bitch! what the fuck Y/n?”

 “Would you shut the hell up and be happy for our child on their wedding day?!” 

“I would if our child had taste and picked someone el- OW FUCK!” 

“Shut the fuck up already and behave, Levi!”

-He grumbles while the rest of the former cadets and captains laugh at his sour look

Silly headcanons

-God could you imagine Levi and your kid sitting at the dinner table, it’s almost midnight and they’re arguing over a homework question neither of them understand. This is the night both of you hear your kid swear

“What the hell is this shit? Improper fractions are made-up bullshit”

“If you don’t know then how the fuck am I suppose to know?”

-It’s so silent you can hear a pin drop

“Levi come here for a second”

“Shit...finish this while I’m gone, brat”

-Your kid laughs their ass off while you pull Levi’s ear and drag him to your shared room

‘Yeah keep fucking laughing at your dad, brat!”

“LEVI!”

-An absolute nightmare when it comes to cleaning oh my god both you and your kid wanna kill him sometimes

“This shit isn’t clean, you wipe it down six times and then place it at an angle”

“Levi it’s a fucking T.V. Remote”

-The war ended years ago now and he tells your kid about all the titans he killed and the ass he kicked

“And then I sliced that ugly bastard titan’s head clean off!”

“Levi for someone who’s a clean freak your stories sure are gross”

-The noise the toaster makes when it’s done scares the shit out of him. He’ll be in the middle of scolding your kid and then he jumps because the toaster is done and your kid just thinks it’s comedic gold

“I fucking told you not to do that shit but you went and did it anyways, do you know how irresponsi-FUCK! damn toaster- Hey stop laughing brat I’m not done yet!”

That’s all I’ve got for now- stay tuned

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Hey, how about hcs Ushijima,Terushima, Bokuto and Kuroo getting jealous when their chubby s/o being hitting on right before their eyes 🥴 what would they do? Might as well do nsfw a lil' bit? 🥺

Thank you! I love your works ❤🥰

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Ushijima, Terushima, Bokuto, and Kurro x Plus size reader

A/N - Hope I brought this to justice. I loved this idea a lot but I think they might have made them a little toxic- Also sorry for this being very overdue with writing, but as most of you know my motivation for lots of thing is shit. Also Thanks to @livieeee for basically helping to edit and give ideas for this. I also may add to the other characters NSFW as I accidentally gave Bokuto the most detailed part

Lowercase intended

Not proof read

NSFW included

Cursing

The Characters are all aged up for this Headcannon

Ushijima

we are all very aware about how blunt he is with things

not one to bottle things up

if he doesn't like something, he will voice his opinion

ushijimas blunt ass will sat whatever he wants if he deems that its true

doesn't everyone want to know the truth about things?

he also isn’t one to be easily jealous over things too

his confident ass knows that he’s got you in the long run anyways 

he has complete trust in you, your his rock

ushi knows that you wouldn’t go off to flirt with some douche just for the fun of it

the first time that he had ever found himself jealous was when you had dragged him out to your friends birthday party in college

he wouldn’t of even gone if you hadn't forced him out to be social and to make some friends with people his own age and should get out of the house for something other than practicing with the volleyball team he was on

since the party had been for your friend finally becoming of legal drinking age, of course there had been alcohol

oh i wonder how this liquid luck could get you into a predicament?

you had needed to go to the bathroom, so you gave your boyfriend a little wave before leaving

it should of only taken you about five minutes, and ushi knew that

so when you took over twenty he decided to go looking for you

while he was searching for your thicker frame, you had been quite preocupied with something else

there was this guy, completely drunk off of his ass, who wouldn’t leave you along

“are you lightning? because your my mc-queen”

 just really icky and shitty pick up lines

homeboy was so touchy too omfg like back up ass hat

you hadn't even noticed the amount of time that had passed until you felt a strong hand on your shoulder

boy did that make you jump

and he looked pissed

~Nsfw~

homeboy really said posessive~

ushi literally ripped you away into the bathroom as you had been stuck in the hallways for god knows how long

for once his touch wasn’t gentle with you, it was more rough and less caring

he’s so rough with you right now oml

to make the story short, you won’t be walking easily later

he wants to make you yell out, to show everyone in the premis know that you are his

“how about you let everyone know who you belong to, sweetheart~”

his buff ass literally is holding you up, just fucking railing into you

only stops when he deems that you are done

he even apologizes if he hurt you too badly

cleans the both of you up with one of the guest towels hanging, before walking you ever so gently out to grab a cab and make your way home

Terushima

while the two of you had been out shopping for god know what, you happened to spot an old friend

he was ole of those guy friends that were overly touchy, but you never had really minded it since he was just being nice

your friend had been very high energy and affectionate, but they always meant well

so your boyfriend, terushima, had just smacked a smile on his face and acted as friendly as could be

But he was jealous of all the attention you were giving him

hey you couldn’t help it, you haven’t seen the guy in years

hello? teru is your boyfriend, not this guy!

the look on his face when you exchanged numbers to meet up later

you would of thought that you had just shot his puppy dear lord

he was so god damn sad

“he’s totally trying to get into your pants y/n!”

“no he isn’t teru, he’s just being nice”

“y/n, no-”

your so oblivious to it 

terushima has two levels jealously

he goes from pout-y little kid to complete asshole in a matter of seconds

homeboy is black and white with his personality, there is no gray area with him

even though he isn’t one to keep quiet about something he doesn't like, he did it anyways for your sake

though he glared holes into him

eventually when he had left ho boy did terushima give you an earful

you heard even more when he found about how you made plans with before mentioned friend to have dinner

it was just so the two of you could catch up after the many years that you haddn’t seen each other

“its just dinner”

“y/n its like he’s trying to date you

“can you chill out?”

“no! what? are you dating him now???”

okay he can be a little high strung sometimes, but its something you can tolerate

~NSFW~

remember how you had given him your phone number?

yeah, that may be important

while you had been getting ready for your little ‘dinner date’ with your friend, teru had still been glaring at the back of your head

you could see his annoyed look from the mirror, but you payed him no mind

hey, he would get over it sooner or later

your phone decides to start ringing, and its the guy

teru looks at it, then at you, then back at the phone

he hits answer before handing the phone to you

you decide to start talking, everything is in a friendly tone

and then he decides to play around a bit

a little nip here and there, nothing more nothing less

just to see what his little doll face can handle

then soon he escalates it more and more

soon lurking hands become groping and nips became hickeys

though you had to pretend that everything was hunky dory on your side of the phone

homeboy on the other line didn’t even think anything of it

“hey are you okay?” he had asked once when you particularly couldn’t handle his stimulation

“y-yeah i’m great right now...”

his hand would slip and dip into places that you had forgotten about until now

just the smooth and slick friction would bring heat to your face, though 

that’s when teru had taken the phone back

“screw off your asshat, never call her again!”

and he never did, even if you say him in public, he would walk the other direction 

Bokuto 

the two of you had just been out window shopping and peaking into stores on a saturday

when a store employee had started talking about a popular television show that had aired yesterday, you hadn't thought anything of it

in your mind it would of been rude to ignore them completely,

what if they were just having a bad day and you little small talk and brightened it just a little?

you didn’t want to have something like that on your consensus 

bo had been standing beside you the entire time, and you hadn’t even noticed the way he had stiffened and almost seemed to puff up, like an owl

there had been one person who did notice bokuto’s uneasiness

baby boy had thought that the two of you had been flirting when he walked by

omg he looked so sad

he went from being all perky and happy to looking like a deflated balloon

it was pretty pathetic

sooner or later the worker had felt so awkaward that he left, that’s when you had noticed his discomfort

he had waved if off until the two of you had gotten home, then you finally cornered him and asked

“whats wrong?”

he just rolled his eyes to himself, “you should know!”

yeah just the buffering circle above your head for that one

you really had no idea

“i seriously don’t bo...” 

“yes you do, in the store that worker was totally flirting with you!” he had finally spoke out

oh...

that had made sense you guessed

even though you had apologized to him, he had still been down, even needy

~NSFW~

bo had just been clinging on you for the past hour

if your standing, he’s right behind you, just looming

he became a shadow or a lost puppy, following you everywhere

his arms always found their way to your generous waist, holding onto you as if you would be blown away if a gust of wind decided to make its way though your home

as you had tried to walk down the short hallway that connected your bedroom to the living room, bokuto had stopped the both of you

he looked down to you before grabbing your wrist

bokuto half dragged and half lead you to the shared room you both shared since you moved in together

he had pushed you, not carefully may I add, onto the futon bed

koutarou soon climbed on top of your plush frame, his face lightly dusted in a red hue 

one of his hands wandered down towards the plush button that resided between your thick thighs

the other had cradled the back of your head, pulling you back lightly so he could have more access to your neck and collarbones

bokuto lightly kissed your skin, it didn’t matter if imperfections or not

now this would have been more of a sweet moment if you hadn’t noticed the almost mocking circles you felt at your core

“am i good enough for you now baby owl?”

you would of answered him if you were able to form words, but the amount of stimulation that he was able to give you simply from the tips of his fingers was astonishing

damn boy he got magic hands

you had opened your mouth but no words came out

that had made the two toned haired boy let out a laugh

the only thing that you thought to do was to wrap your arms around his broad back

“speechless, huh” he had taunted you, a smirk on his face

he just kept up his happy little circles, the stimulation bringing a warm, almost butterfly like feeling to your abdomen

 it was if he filled an empty part of you, and you needed him to survive

the tightness in your core had started to bubble, feeling as if you were going to top off the edge and boil over

your former speachless self was soon a babbling mess, telling bo how much you did need him

and even after you had reached and passed your high, he hadn't stopped, he loved the way your words flowed from your mouth in light, breathless pleas

oh he wasn’t even done

play nice you two

Kuroo

out of the two of you, kuroo had always been the more jealous one

baby boy is passive aggressive about it too

he doesn't do the keeping it to himself kind of bullshit

just completely straight to the point

he dosent often become jealous either

kuroo trusts that you wont get flirty or ‘advance’ on anyone else, because you have him for that

why would you need anyone else when he’s right there?

he has the confidence that all of us are jealous of

you and i know that this boy gives little insults to almost everyone

just in a joking and playful way, because that’s just how he communicates to people

but if someone decides to push it

ho boy

mr. rooster man slowly gets more and more passive aggressive

literally they turn into thinly veiled threats

you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears

so imagine his reaction when the waiter at a restaurant had decided to get a little too cozy with interacting with you

kuroo had been sitting right across from you, a pissed off look slapped over his face

who was this asshole and why the fuck was he going after his little kitten?

he had kept his mouth shut but raised an eyebrow at your plush form

it was as if he was asking if you were going to let this guy keep his shitty advances up

you just thought he was being friendly, but according to kuroo he wasn’t

when he had figured that you weren't going to stop him, he spoke up

“lay off dickwad” his voice had been laced with the utmost hate, you had never heard him ever use that tone before

with that, he had grabbed you by the arm before leaving, not paying for the two glasses

~NSFW~

the two of you had gone home in his car

no words had been exchanged between kuroo or you

“you were so into that, weren't you y/n” the bed-head boy had muttered to you, almost in a mocking way

you couldn’t think of a reason on why he was acting like that, so you had just kept your mouth shut until he would drop you off at your apartment

his hand that usually resided on your plush thigh while he was driving was currently white knuckled on the the steering wheel

even though he was looking at the road, he looked completely pissed

no plea for him to talk to you would make him speak up, it was as if he was stuck in thought

even when he had dropped you off at your flat, he seemed to still loom over you

when you took out your keys, he took them from your hand and opened the door himself as if you were suddenly incompetent of doing anything for yourself

“need someone to do everything for you huh? just too dumb in the brain to do anything...” kuroo had sneered to himself

“okay what the fuck is your problem you asshole?” you had finally spoken up, really what was this jerks deal with you?

homeboy had glared at you before pinning you against the wall in your own home as if he owned the place, “oh so now you talk, you were so fine with that guy in the restaurant huh? completely preoccupied with him to forget that i was there...”

suddenly everything is making sense right now, the puzzel pieces are fitting together

homeboy was jealous and you had no idea, you just though he was being pissy for no reason

he just sighed, putting his head in the crook of your neck, “idiot...”

kuroo had finally turned his head to look up to you, a slightly sad look on his face

oh you felt like complete shit, homeboy looked so down that your heart hurt

you leaned your head slightly down so you could give the top of his head a lil kiss kiss

homeboy almost seemed to purr from the affection

he slung his arms over your shoulders, it was as if he was leading you into the minimal living room that you had

the two of somehow ended up on the crappy couch you had, him on top humming happily down below at you

sandwiched happily together

“i’m still disappointed in you...” he muttered, looking down at you

“oh bite me” though you paused before thinking, “how about i make it up to you?”

kuroo had smirked, “and how are you going to do that?” he questioned you

it was as if you had suddenly forgotten how to speak, a burning heat spreading from your cheeps to the bridge of your nose

lets just say that you did not expect that answer from him in the slightest-

his slender hand ran up the side of your torso, as if he was memoriizing the peaks and valleys of your figure

“i’m the only one who can make you feel like this,” kuroo had muttered cockily, staring into your eyes

he had no shame making comments like these, why should he?

his fingers snuck under the elastic material of the underthings you had currently been wearing, teasingly testing the waters and rubbing fether-like circles over your sensitive bits that were located on your chest

“are you ready?”

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Manifestation of A Happy Ending

SUMMARY: "Everyone deserves a happy ending, even you."

CHARACTERS: Stephen Strange x Reader;

WARNINGS: Brief Description of Child Birth.

WORDS: 2,022

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Part 5 CANDLELIGHT

One of the few things you had learned since your past and your present had collided was the world was constantly moving. Everyone would try to move on, try to better themselves. A process the might look painful on one end, and easy for some. You had it easy. Having Stephen by your side all throughout was good, being able to find the good in the world in him, in your relationship and eventual marriage as well as the child you were carrying.

Things has been going well and you found yourself visiting the compound more on a regular basis now with Stephen constantly by your side. His sling ring a good tool to use to avoid dealing with New York traffic. Being able to reconnect with your friends had been hard at first having ghosted them for a hefty amount of time, but things had been good, especially with everyone just as excited about the baby coming in a few more months.

"Have you found out about the gender?" Nat had inquired as soon as you had arrived into the common room, your husband and Wong was dealing with a mission briefing with Steve and Tony while you waited.

"Not yet." You smiled at your friend before rubbing your growing bump. Sitting by the window with your friend, it was still weird for you to come back here, knowing everything that had happened. The way you just left and never looked back. "We still haven't decided if we're going to wait until the baby is born."

Nat smiled, asking your permission, had placed her hand against your stomach. The light thump had made the two of you jump, your baby's first kick.

"Still can't convince you to name the baby Natalie?" She teased making your burst out laughing.

"Tell that to Wanda and Thor, they're already bribing me with naming the baby after them too." You giggled remembering the multiple of times you had to deal with the two when you visit. "But I'll think about it." You assured knowing the name you had in mind would sound good with a second name added to it.

"We're not mad at you for what happened, Y/N." Nat had spoke all of a sudden, surprising you with the shift of your conversation. "We're surprised that everything happened the way that it did, but we understand why you did what you had to do."

You were left in silence, it was still something you tried your best to keep to yourself. A resentment they might have towards you because of your choice, how you turned your back on all of them when your relationship with Tony ended.

Before Nat could continue on with her words, FRIDAY had called for her to the briefing as well.

"We'll talk later, I'll find someone to keep you company for a while." Nat has said with a smile leaving you all alone to your own thoughts.

It would take a while to come to terms with your choice, but as long as you had Stephen and the baby, you had nothing more you had to worry about. Rubbing your stomach again, the thump had made you smile as you started to hum against the air, hoping to calm your restless baby.

Your eyes lingered onto the windows, the well manicured lawn and the vast land of the compound. You had remembered the time where you would sit in the middle of the grass, soaking into the sunlight after being in the confinement of your former room for days on end.

"I hope I am not intruding."

Turning your head away from the window, the sight of Loki had surprised you. For the most part, you had known about the team's hesitation towards the reformed God, and the other part of you still wary of him after the last time you've seen him in person--when he and his brother had made their way to Stephen's sanctum hoping to find you. The words that he spoke that became the push you needed to this life you now live.

"No you're not, Loki." You assured the God as he has come to approach you. "How's your stay since I've last seen you?" You inquired the man.

Unlike everyone in the team, you didn't have the same resentment towards the man--knowing from Thor what had happened to him, what he had to do to survive, you try your best not to put it against him if you could. And he is a good company to have while you do your research for your book.

"I'm afraid I've lost my library companion." He responded, a ghost of a smile resting on his face. "And I think an apology is long overdue after what I've said."

One brow rose waiting for him to continue his words.

"What I had called you in Strange's Sanctum is uncalled for and I never got the chance to apologize to you."

So he did know you were in the Sanctum. Blinking you didn't really know what to say.

"Why didn't you tell Thor or Tony?" You found yourself asking after a moment.

"What for? If you truly want to be found, you wouldn't have hidden, in such a poor excuse of curtains of all things. And I do not believe that you would be happy with Stark in the long run."

"So you're favoring Stephen over Tony?" You smiled knowing the vendetta still placed on Stephen's back for what he did to Loki all those years before.

"I have said no such thing." He brushed off finally sitting besides you on the couch. "But you're more tolerable compared to the rest of the people in this compound, so your happiness is something I'd champion for."

The biggest compliment you had received from Loki and somehow you find yourself blushing at it. You held onto the man's hand.

"I think I might just name my baby after you, Loki." You teased. "Is this your plan all along?"

"Is it working?" He smirked right back, mischief twinkling his eyes.

"You have Nat, Wanda, and your brother to fight for that right." You pointed out giggling at the antics that Loki was slowly showcasing you. A rare sight as the man chooses to keep to himself most of the time. "Want to feel the baby?" You offered looking up at the man.

"Are you sure?" The man sounded so uncertain and for a while you understood where he was coming from but knowing him, knowing he wouldn't hurt you, it doesn't sound too bad to have him feel the baby too.

Hand still holding onto his own, you placed his palm on top of your stomach. Smiling as soon as his palm rested, a sudden kick had made the two of your jump for a moment. Giving him a side glance, an amazed look that rested on his face placed you more at ease.

"They like you." You pointed out with a smile.

"A mistake they'd made before they're even born." Loki muttered pulling away.

"Loki--" You warned. "You don't contradict a pregnant woman." You warned with a pointed look now focus on him. A sheepish smile now resting on his face because of it.

Before Loki could further contradict himself, the sound of a few voices approaching had the two of you looking up and the sight of your husband and Wong coming to pick you up. But the sight of Tony and Steve also with them, the smile on your face had fallen. So much for trying to avoid the man.

"Hands off the wife, Laufeyson." Your husband warned, but you rolled your eyes and smiled towards the also much annoyed Loki.

"Loki's been keeping me company." You pointed out finally standing up and approaching your husband in the process.

"Fifty bucks he's also trying to convince you to name the baby after him."

"Keep your money to yourself, Strange." You snorted wrapping an arm around his waist. You smiled beamingly at your husband before winking knowingly at Loki and the conversation they had would only be theirs to keep from now on. "Loki's been nothing but nice to me and I'm staring to like the idea of Baby Loki."

At the grimace your husband had on you couldn't help but burst into as loud fits of laughter.  Resting your head against his chest, try as the man could, it was still hard for him to keep his emotions and his sass in check. You were fine with it, happy for his antics from time to time when he wasn't getting on your nerves.

"We'll talk about our child's life choices if you do that when we get home." He muttered cradling your head as you pull back to look at him. "Say goodbye to your friend before we go."

You smiled hugging Loki, taking the man by surprise before promising to catch up with Steve if Stephen ever stops by the compound again. But for a fraction of a second, you found your attention towards Tony, the longing look on his face as he looked at you and it scared you so much. You know you wouldn't leave Stephen, after everything you had been through, but it was just sad to see the playboy so broken--because of you.

"Bye, Tony." You finally whispered before joining your husband and Wong through the portal to bring you right home to the Sanctum.

~

"Benedict Vincent Strange."

The name had escaped your lips as soon as the baby was born. The past thirteen hours, Stephan had been besides himself. Everything he had learned from Med School was thrown in the trash when it comes to you. The doctors had tried their best to stay as far away from him while making sure you were well accommodated.

And everything was worth it as he now held on to his son. A blend of you and him. 

Even as the past few hours had been you sobbing to the high heavens while you pushed for the baby out while you pray for their safety. Stephen was relieved to know you and the baby were safe and healthy judging from the lungs capable of screaming up a storm from the both of you. The smile had somehow found their way onto his face.

He had watched the doctors begin to clean up his son before turning his attention back to you. Leaning back against the bed, even with the fatigue and pain still painting your face, you still had this big smile watching from the sides as the nurses swaddle your son.

"He's got your eyes." Stephen pointed out with a smirk and you were quick to roll your eyes. It was just a fun little debate the two of you had while you prepared for the baby, how such discussion span and become so meaningless as all the mattered was this very sight.

A life he never thought he would be allowed to have in his life. After everything he had done--the mistake he had made, he was still allowed to have his own happy ending in the form of you who had almost fallen face first in front of him in the cafe.

"Do you ever regret it?" Stephen asked after a moment of silence passed between the two of you. "Leaving Tony behind for someone like me?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Stephen." You smiled holding onto his hands, pulling him closer to where you laid to rest. "I've got everything I could have ever wanted in my life. A decent man that loves me more than the whole multiverse combined. I've got a child that I will give my life and soul to protect and love."

It was the truth, and the smile that lingered on his face made everything alright now. There would come a time that his life would be put on the line for the sake of the world, but it was alright. It was for you and it was for your son. His own little manifestation of a happy ending.

He would want nothing more in his life.

Tagging:

Stephen Strange One-Shot / Series

@secretsthathauntus @delightfulheartdream @d0ct0rstrangewife @gumgum78 @supervengerslock @inas-thing

Everything~

@wandering-spiritash @emmy626 @star017 @silverrmistt @broadwaybabe18

[angel-anoetic]

c!Awesamdude x gn!Reader - Lose Your Head

Kind of a headcanon for Sam's character, sorry it's so short!

Genre: Angst, sad

Warnings: Like one curse word, lots of emotions

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Sam knew that something within him had changed. Before, he could stay up all night, mining, collecting resources, doing anything and everything he could. Now, all he wanted to do was sleep. He was constantly tired from the moment he left the prison. He wasn't the only one who had noticed such a change. You had as well, making a note of the energy he had within the prison walls compared to him within your shared home.

You sat at the table, mixing and sorting out your potions, a pastime you enjoyed. The front door slammed open, startling you enough to make you drop an empty bottle, the glass shattering around your feet.

"Dammit!" You groaned, carefully walking around the pieces. You looked towards the front door where Sam stood.

"Sam, why-" His eyes. They weren't right. The soft light that usually glimmered was gone. They were pitch black, empty.

"Sam...what's wrong?" You cautiously stepped towards him, trying to examine anything else that was different about his features. He looked worn out, but his eyes were the real concern.

Cupping his face, you rubbed his cheek softly. He looked down, entranced, confused almost. Then with a blink, the black from his eyes was gone.

"Y/N? Why are you-wait, where am I?" He looked around, dazed and confused.

"You're home, Sam. You don't remember getting here? Slamming the door so hard that I dropped a bottle?"

Sam looked back at you and shook his head. You both were at a loss for words. How could he not remember walking through the forests and the nether to get home? And his eyes. The cold black eyes that had stared through your soul.

"Okay, go get cleaned up, I'll pick up the mess here, and we can talk, okay? I think we both know that a conversation is long overdue." You placed a soft kiss on his cheek and turned towards the glass still on the floor.

Once he was settled and the kitchen was tidy, you both took a seat on the couch, you cross-legged in front of him, and him avoiding any eye contact with you.

"Okay, Sam. I think we both know that something has been going on these last few months. You're always tired, and the only time you aren't is when you're at the prison. And, what happened when you got home...I'm just worried, okay?"

Sam nodded. "You've noticed it too?" He asked, still avoiding eye contact. You nodded.

The room went silent for a minute until it was broken by a heart-wrenching sob from Sam as he buried his face into his hands.

You rushed forward, pulling him close to you and rubbing his head.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't sleep, and I never get to see you anymore because the prison is taking control of my life! I-I'm in so much pain, and I don't even know why!" He cried. You allowed him, knowing that this would help him more than hurt him.

Once his cries had calmed down, he lay into you, feeling your warmth, listening to your heart.

"We'll figure this out. Don't worry, okay?" You played with his hair, trying to soothe him as best as you could.

All he could do was nod before he drifted off to a peaceful sleep, the first in almost 2 days.

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[foster-the-world]

Nice weekend at home

Rebel caught what baby boy had but luckily much less severe. Minor fever and mostly okay during the day. Waking up coughing. I also have it but only a small amount. Baby boy doing okay. His normal crazy self with some intense breathing.

We had been scheduled to meet my husband's friends at a camp site (with cabins) in the Berkshires. Had my husband go alone. He could have taken Bee but she wanted to stay with my Mom. He's been doing a lot of alone childcare while I'm school so was def overdue for some R&R. With my Mom here it's very manageable. Although we are bummed to miss seeing his friend's kids. He wanted them to meet Baby Boy. Although I find him difficult to manage in big groups. He may have been okay because its all outside but it would have been hit or miss.

We still have a ton of craft kits that haven't gotten done from Rebel's Bday - in March. My mom will do that with them. My Aunt sent a big package of stuff - including Micheal's craft kits. My Mom may take the girls to see Minions.

Per someones suggestion on here my Mom and I started watching Gordita Chronicles. Cute, easy fluff.

My husband will come home tmrw around 5pm. I'll treat my Mom to dinner + a movie. I offered to take her to the Broadway play Funny Girl. She didn't want us to spend the money. She's like that. Spending money stresses her out - even when its not her's. We may try out the Russian Tea Room - as something different to do. We are going to see the Crawdads movie. I didn't get into the book. I also read the article about the author's life in Zambia (was in Zambia??). Sketchy.

My husband cleaned out our Upstate house by himself/while also working from home. We left everything that wasn't personal belongings for the next owners + hired our handyman to come take stuff away. It was still a lot of work. Too bad I couldn't help him but I also would have been sad. I hate goodbyes. I went ahead and rented a nearby house for my Birthday weekend in September. With the way the market is changing I'm feeling like we may have gotten out at the right time. Plus, excited about all of the trips I am booking. We agreed to spend 10% of the money paying off some debt (nursing school loans, car payment), 10% on vacations and save 80%. It's all money we didn't expect at this point so feeling very, very lucky.

[marsbutterfly]

Skyfall

Summary: When you are hired to kill the most dangerous mafia boss, things get a little complicated.

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“This is the end

Hold your breath and count to ten

Feel the Earth move and then

Hear my heart burst again”

7:34pm

The clock on your wrist tics quietly but in the silent room, it nearly sounds like bombs being dropped from above. Not a word is exchanged between you and the man sitting across the room but you know exactly what he wants.

In his hand rests a dark colored suitcase, you can barely tell until the light hits his belt ever so gently but you finally see the gun he’s been carrying.

You take a deep breath, getting up for your seat. The sound of your heels clicking on the floor fills the atmosphere as you walk towards him, the smirk on his lips is undeniable and you don’t understand what he has to be smiling about.

He stands up a second after you and walks in your direction, bumping against you and dropping his suitcase and the papers in his hand. In response, you throw on the floor the suitcase you once held. 

The man apologizes profoundly as you help him collect the papers on the floor. You say over and over that it is ok, while all the curious eyes in the room land on you. As you stand up, you hand him the suitcase you once had in your hand and he nods, thanking you for the help and apologizing one last time.

You begin to make your way back to your car, the smirk on his lips still engraved in your brain as a chill travels down your spine. “Why was he smiling?” You ask yourself not wanting to admit it but you are a bit scared of knowing the answer.

Though once you open the suitcase, you understand why. Inside, rests the pictures and information of your next target, the millionaire leader of an enemy gang. Though you don’t enjoy taking sides, you’ve been paid a large amount of money to take her out, more than you have ever made.

The war between these two gangs has been going on for the longest time and you have killed enough people on both sides to earn a fair amount of enemies, but this time you couldn’t help but feel a sinking hole opening in your heart.

Hanji Zoe has always been the deadliest member of the underground group. Her kill count is even higher than yours, at least 500+ heads under her belt. They say her torture methods surpass even the ones they use in hell.

She’s known as the Devil herself.

“For this is the end

I've drowned and dreamt this moment

So overdue, I owe them

Swept away, I'm stolen”

8:15pm

Your keys unlock the heavy doors of your house and somehow the marble floors feel colder than ever. Your shoes rest in their designated spot by the coat holder and you throw the suitcase on the couch.

Two cups rest on the counter near the bar area inside your home. One of them contains what you assume is whisky, due to the color and the amount of ice in the cup, it has always been her favorite after a work day.

The lipstick marks are fresh meaning she has just now gotten home. Upon paying closer attention, you realize the shower is on and steam is coming out of the bathroom. You think about joining her but ultimately decide to have a drink first, trying to forget about your next target.

Gently, you take two rocks of ice and place them in the clean cup specifically placed out for you. Pouring yourself a single shot of whisky, you walk towards the balcony feeling as the cold air of the night hits your face.

You knew this day would come but you hoped it would take longer. 

Deep in your own thoughts, you don’t realize the water has been turned off in the bathroom and wet footsteps approach your body.

It’s not until her wet arms wrap around your black dress that you realize you are no longer alone. Her face is buried in your back and you can see steam leaving her arms as the hair on her skin stands up.

The tattoo of your initials on her hand still brings butterflies to your stomach. The memory of the night she got it is still one of your favorite moments you spent together, especially since it was after your first date and she told you she knew you were the one.

“I missed you.” She says, placing a kiss on your skin. You can feel as her breasts are pressed against you and a gasp leaves your body.

“I missed you too.” You reply, a disobedient tear rolling down your face as you chug the contents of the cup in your hand.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, placing her hand on your waist as she turns your body around so you can face her. She is a few inches taller, nothing too extreme but enough to make you look up at her gently.

Her thumb brushes the tear on your cheek before rubbing it above your lips. You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to tell her the news you just received.

“You are my next target.” You say and Hanji nods, a sad smirk on her lips.

“Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together” 

9:00pm

The brush goes through her hair with ease for the first time, as if she took care of the tangles in the shower already knowing what the news you were bringing would be. After shower moments were the ones where Hanji was the most vulnerable.

She would simply close her eyes and appreciate the attention she’s been given as she fades in the echo of your voice. You hum a melody quietly, Hanji’s favorite song in the hopes to bring her any comfort at all.

Your tears drip down your nose onto her scalp as you put her hair in a ponytail, attempting to help her get ready for the party she will be attending in an hour. At the highest floor of the second tallest building in the entire city.

“How are you going to do it?” She asks, lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke up in the air while trying to make rings out of it. You giggle, touching her shoulders before sliding your hands down her arms.

You notice the goosebumps rising on her skin and can’t help but smile at how she reacts to your touch. “Must we talk about it?”

“I need to know.” She replies and you nod, sighing heavily while finally agreeing to talk about the elephant in the room.

“I’ll be on the roof of the Paradise building. I am pretty sure they will send someone to watch me do it.” You begin, spraying the bottle of perfume around her and noticing as the drops of liquid fall on her tan skin, masking the smell of the cigarette.

“But they might not.” She says and you shrug your shoulders.

“They might not.” You say quietly.

“I wouldn’t expect any less from this city’s top 1 assassin.” She says, taking your hand in hers and planting a soft kiss on your palm, leaving behind the red mark of her deep colored lipstick.

She stands up, allowing the robe to fall to the floor and reveal her naked body. You can’t look away from the perfect shape of her breasts, the line that goes through her abdomen from a previous surgery and all of her battle scars.

“Make me yours one last time.” You say, pulling your shirt above her head as you expose yourself to her and she nods, a devious smile curling up on her lips.

You see a few old bullet wounds, some healed while others are still healing. Every single one of them tells a story about who she is and how she has lived her life but your favorite story has always been the one of how she lost her eye.

It was three years ago, the day you met. How could you ever forget?

“Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together

At Skyfall”

Since you were a teenager, you’ve been good at killing. First your shitty parents and every family member who sided with them, including your own brother and sister. Finally being able to control your life, you decided to make a living out of it.

This career put you through college where you earned a chemistry degree, learning how to mix your personal kinds of poison, some of which no one has ever even heard of which makes it hard for the police to find who was responsible for it.

At first, you would go for basic targets: rapists, animal abusers, anyone who dared hurt another soul but word got out of how excellent and quick you were at your job and your number of clients tripled and your name was in everyone’s mouth.

One day, you got a call from a blocked russian number. A smile creeped on your lips as you heard a familiar voice over the phone, Erwin Smith. The man who gave you a chance to grow in this life and made you who you are today, your mentor.

“Y/N, I’m dying.” He says, his voice is faint and you notice his life force is fading away. 

“I can tell.” You reply trying to lighten the mood and he laughs.

“Will you still work for the next boss?” He asks, coughing out a liquid which you could only assume was blood. 

“If that is your dying wish.” You respond and he hums in agreement over the phone, “Then yes.”

Later that week, two men showed up to your house to escort you to Erwin’s funeral. The rain poured over his coffin, hiding away the tears of those who loved him.

Surrounded by at least five men sat a woman in a black coat, her eyes looking in your direction as she took the cigarette to her lips. The tattoos on her leg on display for anyone to see, you could’ve sworn she was silently flirting with you.

And in a moment of weakness, a car drove by shooting up the place completely. Of course they were received with a buffet of bullets as well, but nearly a third of the people around the casket were now dead.

As a bullet makes its way towards you, the brunette with danger in her eyes rushes forward to protect you only to receive the bullet with a glass platter. Needless to say, an uncountable amount of shards found their way into her eyeball.

While she bled in your arms, you tried to make sure she remained awake.

“What’s your name?” You ask and she smiles, bringing your hand towards her lips and licking your thumb with a palpable sexual energy.

“Hanji. Hanji Zoe.” She replied, “The new boss.”

“Skyfall is where we start

A thousand miles and poles apart

Where worlds collide and days are dark

You may have my number, you can take my name

But you'll never have my heart”

10:05pm

Once you are finished redoing Hanji’s hair, she stares at the closet before finally picking out a blood colored suit. No shirt underneath, she places the blazer right above her nipples, only enough to cover them while allowing the rest of her breasts to be exposed.

You on the other hand plan to dress yourself in a completely black outfit hoping to blend into the darkness of the night. Luck was on your side for there were no stars to brighten the sky, allowing you to take complete cover.

As far as you know, nobody is aware of your relationship with Hanji, not even her subordinates. Keeping business away from your private life has always been a priority, even before you committed your first paid killing.

She places a final kiss on your hands and one of your lips, though it does not feel like a goodbye and you sadly accept any kind of comfort you can find.

When her car is out of view, you decide to go up and take a shower by yourself. You wanted to decline this job, to throw everything away: your reputation, the money and simply run away with Hanji to a place where you could live your lives.

But you can’t. Before even knowing who your targets are, you are always made to sign a consent form and if broken, it would cost you your life.

The warm water hits your face and you can still smell Hanji’s strawberry shampoo in the air mixed with the fading smoke of her cigarettes. You begin to remember every shower you spent together, every kiss you shared at the most exquisite places around the world.

Hanji always knew how to make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Eventually, you can no longer if the water streaming down your face comes from the shower or your tears.

As you finish your shower, you begin to get ready. The black outfit had never been colder and the unsettling feeling at the pit of your stomach still remains. While putting a mask above your face, you look at your rifle.

It has your initials and Hanji’s secretly carved on the side and on the other it has the date you started dating. A good luck charm, as she liked to call it.

Tonight will be a fucking awful night.

“Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Face it all together

At Skyfall”

1:53am

Hours have passed since you've been sitting at the top of this building by yourself, looking through the binoculars at the party happening not too far away.  In the end, they decided not to send anyone to watch over your shoulder as you do your job.

The richest and most powerful people in town were all attending and, even though they wore masks, you could still tell exactly who they were. The years of analyzing and recognizing targets from afar has given you the extraordinary ability to identify covered faces.

By the bar, you see her as she rests her arm on the glass top. She looks beautiful. Her whiskey brown eyes match the liquid in her cup as the black mask covers her features. For a second, you could’ve sworn she looked directly at you.

The instructions were clear: at 2am, a single bullet should be shot directly to her head, killing her instantly. So you position your gun, looking through the lense as Hanji disappears in the crowd for a bit before returning to her usual spot.

You sigh, stopping the tears that attempt to cloud your vision. Your finger slowly moves towards the trigger, as if time itself is desperately trying to stop you from killing your loved one, but it doesn’t matter. No one could stop you now.

Counting the seconds, you make sure the shot to her head is clear and you pray she won’t suffer at all. “Goodbye, my love.”

Time nearly stops once you pull the trigger. You watch closely as the bullet goes through her brain and blood splatters across the clear counter causing every person in the room to desperately run for their lives, not knowing they are all safe.

Only one man stands in the room and he raises his glass at you for he is the only one who knows no more shots will be fired. The asshole who hired you to kill the love of your life. Fucking Zeke Yeager.

With every ounce of your body, you decide that killing him isn’t worth it. He deserves to live to suffer in the future.

You bring your body back up, beginning to disassemble your rifle. It takes you less than a minute to be on your way and you can hear as police sirens approach the building in front of you.

“Where you go, I go

What you see, I see

I know I'd never be me

Without the security

Of your loving arms

Keeping me from harm

Put your hand in my hand

And we'll stand”

Finally getting back to your house, you throw the bag containing the gun on the couch before plopping your body right beside it, a long sigh escaping your lips.

Your eyes then notice the packed bags, all ready to leave as soon as possible. The clicking of heels comes from the other side of the house and you smirk, rushing your thumb through your lips.

“I feel bad for the lady you hired to die in your place.” You say, turning around and propping your chin on the back of the couch.

“Would you prefer if I had died in her place?” Hanji asks, rushing her hand through her freshly shaved head in an attempt to get rid of any hairs that still remain attached to her.

“Of course not, love.” You reply, walking towards her before taking the glass of wine from her free hand.

“Hanji Zoe is dead and the witness to it is Zeke Yeager himself.” She says, a devious smile on her lips.

You can’t help but link your mouth with hers, tasting the delightful mixture of alcohols she has had tonight. Her hands travel through your body, exploring every inch of your skin before gently brushing against your inner thigh.

You gasp gently, nearly melting in response to her actions. God knows you want to melt but you don’t have time.

“It’s 4:25am, the plane leaves in 35 minutes so we should go.” She says and you nod.

You grab one of the packed bags plus your rifle and she grabs the rest before extending her hand to you, hoping to walk away from this life with you by her side but not before staging your own kidnapping and death, everything so no one would ever look for either of you.

Once done with arrangements, she smiles. 

“So where are we going to make our new home?” You ask.

“My home is wherever you are.” She replies and you feel your cheeks getting warm before she continues, “But I was planning the Carribeans.” 

“Fuck yes.” Is all you say and she laughs, squeezing your hand as you both say goodbye to the apartment you’ve shared for years. Leaving behind a life of danger to live together in the house of your dreams, far away from all the negativity.

Just you and Hanji. And maybe a few cats and dogs along the way.

“Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Face it all together

At Skyfall”

[katie-writes24]

Twisted Sheets

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Warnings: SMUT! Oral sex, fingering, loss of virginity (kinda), also another dirty thing at the end that I don’t want to physically write out, language, fluffy beginning, alcohol, translated French, terrible innuendos and an increasing amount of shameless writing

W o w, so I’m just gonna leave this here while I’m trying to come up with an ending to my next Laurens fic! I am struggling and it is way overdue, sooooo have this which I wrote like eight months ago? Anyways, this is literally just....like I see fics where it just focuses on Y/N when it’s going down and I- don’t look at me like that, I know you think about how it would go down to! I combined it so- nvm just...you’ll see. Sooo yeah...I should be ashamed with the vast amount of detail I think I added, but you know what, you dirty little fuckers have probably done worse! Give me some feedback and enjoy!

It was their five month anniversary, and Hercules just came home from work to find the table set with some food. He smiled and looked into the kitchen to find Y/N and John dancing to music. Lafayette was bobbing his head and picking out some wine.

Hands snuck around his waist and he felt a kiss against his back. "Happy anniversary, beloved," Alex whispered in his ear and Herc turned around to give him a kiss.

"Happy anniversary," He took off his shoes and ran to the bedroom real quick to change out of his clothes.

"Mon amours, you're gonna burn the food," Lafayette set out glasses on the table and looked to find Y/N and John still in their own little world.

"Guys, I'm not eating burnt lasagna," Alex moves passed them and took the food out of the oven.

"My garlic knots!" Y/N races to the top oven and pulled the bread out, hearing Alex snicker. She punched his arm. “It's not funny."

"It is when it would've been your fault," Alex smirked and went to sit at the table, Hercules coming out of the room with sweatpants and a lose t-shirt on.

"There you are," John went over and gave him a passionate kiss. "Happy anniversary!" Lafayette made his way over and greeted the man the same.

Y/N came out of the kitchen, bowl in hand and sat down next to Herc and Alex, rubbing the formers leg and giving him a kiss.

Laf raised his glass and smiled, "Joyeux anniversaire, mon amours!" They all clinked glasses and smiled at each other.

They talked about their day, and how grateful they were that it was finally the weekend. They've been in their new apartment for two months, and while Herc still worked, the rest of them stayed at home most of the time.

"This is great, babygirl," John said around a mouthful of salad, earning him a kick from Herc.

"Thanks, you helped," Y/N stuck her third garlic knot into her mouth and got snickers from the boys. "Don't test a girl and her bread."

Once they were all done eating, Alex and Herc did the dishes, while Laf cleaned up the table. John and Y/N went to the couch and browsed for a movie to watch.

They decided on some Hugh Jackman movie none of them had seen, and about forty minutes in there was a graphic sex scene.

The couch groaned when Laf shifted in his seat. He was on one end, with Herc in the middle and Y/N on the other end. Alex was laying on John on the couch next to them, and suddenly Alex popped his head up and looked at John with a smirk.

"You want some help with that?" His whisper made John shiver, and he struggled to get into a sitting position.

"Wh-what, what do you mean?" John was getting nervous, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially when he saw Y/N look over at the commotion.

"Dude, you're hard," Alex gave him his space, but still looked down at the obvious dick print on his pants. John flushed in embarrassment, making Alex speak softer, "There's nothing wrong with that."

They brought it up before. They've all been dating for five months, there was obviously an urge. They were all new to it, none of them knew where to start with having sex with five people at once. Laf had made some dirty comments that got Alex all hot and bothered, but John shyed away from the idea, saying it was too early. They all had an unspoken agreement that their first time had to be with everyone, together.

"It is a night of celebration," Laf paused the movie, and looked towards the freckled boy. "And you're obviously ready for a party."

John blushed further at his predatory look, still not making eye contact. Herc ran a hand up Y/N’s thigh and it made her shift.

"We won't force you, John, if that's what you're worried about," Y/N looked at him sincerely. She obviously wanted to do it, but she wouldn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable.

"No, I want to," John finally looked up, taking a deep breath. "I do, trust me..."

Alex started kissing up his neck, and it made him get lost in thought.

"Then let's get this party started," Alex whispered in his ear and it made him whimper.

"I'm a virgin!" He decided to rip off the band aid, screaming out his fear.

It got quiet. John had his eyes closed, and his heart was beating rapidly. What if this was the breaking point?

"Okay," Hercules got up from the couch and crouched in front of him, resting a hand over his cheek. John finally opened his eyes when Herc said, "Nothing wrong with that, either. We'll go slow, if you'd let us?”

John glanced to see all the flustered looks turn into ones of understanding. "You're...you guys aren't upset?"

"Why would we be upset, babe?" Alex looked at him curiously. "There's nothing wrong with being a virgin. Hell, I'm still a virgin some places."

That made Y/N scratch her neck shyly, feeling her face heat up.

"We'll go slow," Herc took his hands in his, rubbing his thumb on the backside. "Is that okay?"

John looked around to see four people who loved him, who he loved.

Slow.

"Okay," John nodded, and then Herc was leading him into the bedroom. Behind them, Alex had pulled Y/N up, giving her a toe-curling kiss. It made Laf bite his lip and then Y/N was intertwining their fingers and pushing them towards the bedroom.

John and Herc were making out on the bed, and Laf snuck up behind John and started kissing his neck. Alex shut the door and wrapped his arms around Y/N, walking them over to their lovers.

"So, uh," John scratches the back of his neck, looking at his partners. "How do we start this?"

"We'll go slow," Laf reminded him. “What do you want to do?"

John closed his eyes softly and thought it over. He didn't want to do anything too far tonight, he didn't want to get overwhelmed. Y/N sensed this and sat next to him on the bed.

"I wanna watch someone give you a blowjob," She shrugged at Herc’s surprised look at her bluntness, but made John groan nonetheless. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, hell yeah," John grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss.

Herc started undressing himself, watching Laf do the same. Y/N moves onto John's neck, sucking a bruise onto his collar bone. Laf ran a hand up her backside and pulled at the hem of her shirt.

"Let me undress you, mon amours," He sat up and pulled John's shirt off him, taking in his broad chest and soft muscles. Him and Alex had the same kind of frame, and he's seen both many times before, but never like this.

Herc ran his hand through Johns curls and tugged a little, noticing the wince of delight coming from him. Alex helped Y/N take her shirt off, smirking at the bra she wore.

"It's nothing special," She scoffed. Alex shook his head and kissed her.

"Doesn't have to be," He whispered against her lips. "You're special enough."

Laf pulled off her shorts as she sat up, running a hand slowly over her ass, looking up to see her softly bite her lip. He smirked and turned to see Herc watch hungrily.

"Now, I believe the lady asked to see a blowjob?" Alex sunk down on his knees, pulling John further down onto the bed. Laf got up and walked around, wanting to watch the show. Herc took his place and wrapped comforting hands around John's upper body. Fingers wrapped around the hem of his boxers and tugged hesitantly.

"I'm gonna take these off, okay?" Alex looked up to see dark eyes, full of lust and anxiousness. John nodded and gasped as he pulled the fabric off slowly.

Y/N went over to Laf's side, caressing his cheek with her blunt nails. They both watched Alex stroke John's cock, pulling his foreskin back and watching precum leak from the tip.

Alex slowly licked up his base, and John moaned loudly, moving a hand up to cover his mouth.

"No, no," Herc took his hand and intertwined it with his own. "None of that, we want to hear you."

John felt goosebumps on his skin, feeling eyes on him. He looked up to see Laf and Y/N completely flustered.

Alex finally moved his mouth down, going about halfway down and hearing his boyfriend moan. He felt himself get uncomfortable with the restriction in his pants, and noticed that he was the only one fully dressed. But that would have to wait.

Herc snaked his hand around John's chest and tugged at a nipple. He grew harder by the second at his moans and Alex's mouth wrapped around his dick. Y/N squeezed her thighs together, and it didn't go unnoticed. Laf smirked as she squirmed, caressing a hand over the back of thigh, making her shiver.

"Fuck, Alex," John threw his head back against Herc's chest, gasping as Alex took him fully into his mouth.

Soon enough, Alex was sucking hard, rubbing the inside of John's thighs and licking around the tip. John's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a shuddering gasp and eventually came down his throat.

Laf rubbed himself through his boxers, and Y/N covered his hand with hers, earning a gasp from the man.

As Alex pulled his shirt over his head, John looked back and kissed Herc, moaning into his mouth. "I want to suck you.”

Herc quickly moved off the bed, kneeling one leg by John’s shoulder. He lowered his boxers to his thighs and John started stroking his cock, Herc groaning at the sensation.

"Y/N, come here," Herc looked back and saw the girl looking completely overwhelmed. And she hasn't even done anything but watch.

She got on all fours, facing Laf still, her backside to Herc, and John watched her underwear fold in as her legs bent.

"Take them off, babe," He looked up and found Herc looking at him eagerly. John reached up with his free hand and pulled down her panties. She gasped and Laf stepped out of his own underwear. Alex was finally naked, too, stroking himself while watching the scene before him.

Y/N pulled Laf towards her and began to lick the tip of his cock, pulling at his ball sack and feeling Herc run a fingertip up her wetness.

Alex sighed as Laf pulled him over and got a hand on him, kissing behind his ear and moaning.

"Holy shit," Y/N gasped as Herc put a finger in her, pulling off Laf and adjusting to the feeling. John's eyes got wide as he saw his finger disappear into her, making a squelching sound.

Moans filled the room as they all tried to take in everything. Herc was holding back, trying not to fuck into Johns mouth. He had a hand on Herc's ass and the other was stroking what he couldn’t hold in his mouth.

Y/N moaned around Laf and his face scrunched up in pleasure. He slurred to himself and kept the pace on Alex's cock. Alex gripped his shoulder as he whispered how good Y/N’s mouth looked around Laf's dick.

Herc sped up the pace, thrusting two fingers into her pussy at a speed that made her tremble. She fisted the sheets in her hands and bobbed her head quicker, trying to get Laf to release.

John was close, again. Hearing all the dirty noises that was coming from his partners did something to him. He loved the feeling of Herc on his tongue; he sucked harder and soon Herc was grabbing his hair and pulling out of his mouth. He stroked his cock fast, cumming on John's chest with a grunt.

Alex watched with dark eyes, thrusting into Laf's big hand and feeling his toe curls. Laf turned to give him a deep kiss, moving his hand faster.

Y/N had been neglected as Hercules bathed in the afterglow; but soon enough he put three fingers in her and focused on curling his fingers and making her cum only seconds later.

The vibrations against his cock made Laf finish in her mouth, some leaking out. That did it for Alex, watching her cheeks hallow and Laf's semen leak down her chin. It was a complete sin.

Heavy breathing filled the room. Y/N pulled off and before she could wipe her chin, Alex leaned down and shoved his tongue into her mouth. It was something filthy; it made John's eyes go wide when he saw Alex run his tongue over her jaw.

He got so lost in the sight that he startled when he felt a hand run over his hip. Laf looked down at him with a smirk, and proceeded to lick Herc's cum off his chest.

"Shit," John's head fell back against the pillows and he let out a sigh. Herc moaned and sat down next to him.

Laf licked all the way up into John's mouth, going slow and making him taste their lover.

Alex put his hand on Herc’s shoulder and gave him a deep kiss, “That’s hot."

"Totally," Herc looked up at him with complete love, holding onto the hand on his shoulder.

Y/N threw wet rags at them, alreayd having thrown on a nightshirt. “I'm not sleeping with sticky men."

"Don't worry, ma cheri," Laf headed to the bathroom, looking her up and down as he said, "I got it all off."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help purse her lips. Herc was smirking and she threw a rag at his head.

Once they all cleaned up, they settled in bed, all throwing on new underwear.

Y/N had fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed, John snuggling close next to her, softly snoring. Laf was looking at something on his phone while Herc snuggled on the other side of John.

"That was fun," Herc looked at the two sleeping with a smile. "Really fun..."

"That it was," Alex pulled back his sheets and waited for Lafayette to come over and scoot towards Y/N. Alex cuddled behind the Frenchman and closed his eyes. "By the way, I'm totally fucking one of you next time."

Laf laughed, "Funny you think you're the one doing the fucking."

"Yeah, Alex, you're totally gonna be the one getting fucked," Herc whispered and heard the man gasp in shock.

"Shhhh," John reaches over and hit Herc in the chest, making the three giggle at his crankiness.

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I Got Everything I wanted...

Episode 1: Filmed Before a Live Studio Audience...

Pairing: Vision x Male Reader

Taglist: N/A

‼️Authors Note‼️: I'm finally at a point where I can write this story. I know that It is long overdue, so I hope this can make up for it. This story is going to be breaking the 4th wall a lot since they tend to do that in the actual show. Also, please let me know in my Inbox/Askbox if you would like to be tagged every time I upload a story to this series. While reading this, you may realize that it seems rushed, and that's because it was. I wanted to put this out as soon as I possibly could. Also since you guys voted that I just divide it up into parts for you to read. I will be uploading part 2 whenever I am able to.

Summary: (Male Name) and Vision struggle to conceal their powers during dinner with Vision's boss and his wife

Time Period: 1956 (So everything in this chapter is going to be colorless and in black and white)

Word count: 4k+

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Have you ever dreamed of living the life you always wanted? Have you ever dreamed of something so bad to the point where you would do anything to get it. Have you ever dreamed of something so bad to the point where all of your care for others went out the window? Have you ever dreamed of wanting something so bad to the point where you would stop anyone who gets in your way.

"(Male Name), I love you so much. Please don't do this, cant you see that everyone is hurting, that everyone is in so much pain?"

"I'm sorry Vision, but I can't. I can't loose you...not again. I never meant for things to be this way, but now I can't go back. Not without you"

---REWIND MANY EPISODES BACK---

For a second, everything is black. The TV clicks on and a burst of grey static illuminates the screen. Everything is black and white, not a single drop of color is in the area. A happily little tune starts playing as a colorless 1956 Buick Special drives up a tiny hill and back down past a sign which says 'Speed Limit 35'. The camera angle changes to the back of the car, showing a banner above the license plate, 'Just Married'. Next, the camera cuts to us, (Male Name) and Vision, newlywed husbands.

It finally happened, we finally got married! Both of us turn take a quick look and smile at each other with nothing but love and glee, it seemed like nothing could go wrong in this moment.

🎵Oh~

A newlywed couple just moved into town,

A regular husband and husband,🎵

Vision turns his head back to the road and continues driving until we turn down a happy little neighborhood. Each house on the street has a pattern of different color greys with black roofs, their yards decorated with equally bland colorless flowers and grass. Children playing outside, and adults chatting with one another while they tend to their gardens, or while walking their dogs. Everyone is just so cheery and happy, even the mailman waves at us as we pass him. Everything is exactly the way it's supposed to be, perfect.

🎵Who left the big city,

To find a quiet life,

(Male Name)Vision!🎵

Vision drives into the driveway of our new home. We quickly hop out of the car and approach the house, but before we walk in I take notice of the 'For Sale' sign still in the yard. I quickly flick my hand and use my magic to change the sign to 'Sold'. After that I dust my hands off with a proud smile on my face as Vision scoops me in his arms bridal style, opens the front door, and carries me inside. I flick my wrist again and the front door closes and locks as we both move to the Livingroom of our already decorated 2 story home.

🎵He's a magical boy,

In a small town locale

And a hubby who's part machine,

How will this duo fit in and pull through?🎵

Once Vision puts me back on my feet, we start swaying with the jingle playing in the background while title cards pop up of written words that I don't care to read right now since I'm too busy enjoying this happy moment with my new husband. Vision then gives me a little twirl before wrapping his arms around my waist as we both dip into a loving heartfelt kiss.

🎵Oh, by sharing a love,

Like you've never seen

(Male Name)Vision!🎵

---SCENE CHANGE---

The scene suddenly changes as the lights flick on and cameras start rolling. You start the scene off by walking into the kitchen and start making your way to one of the grey drawers next to the oven and you grab one of your favorite aprons. Humming a little tune, you wrap the white cloth around your waist and start observing the kitchen to see what needs to be picked up or cleaned. Deciding to work on putting up the dishes, you raise your hand and the newly cleaned plates start levitating off of the counters and float off to the display racks, you then raise your other hand and a dark colored dish cloth floats out of the cabinet and it begins drying a glass cup. You then turn your back to the cup to observe if it had been cleaned good enough, suddenly you jump as a loud crash echoes through out the kitchen. Turn to see what the problem is, you only to find Vision looking up from today's news paper and glances at the shattered plate at the ground while a laughing crown erupts out of nowhere.

"My husband and his flying saucers" He says in his thick English accent (or is it British🤔), with a joking tone.

"My husband and his indestructible head" I reply back in the same tone as another laugh erupts from the crowd.

He then folds his newspaper and walked over to your direction, giving you a kiss on the cheek when he arrived, causing you to chuckle while twirling your finger, making the plate form back to it's original round shape before it floats off to it's designated spot.

"Vision, honey, what do you say to silver dollar pancakes, crispy hash browns, bacon, eggs, freshly squeezed orang juice and black coffee?" You say while walking over to the refrigerator, opening it and bending down, getting ready to grab out everything needed to make the meal for him.

"I'd say 'Oh, I don't eat food' " He says smiling at me, while the crown laughs again.

You look inside the fridge and hum to yourself in surprise while putting all the pieces together in your head before saying "Well, that explains the empty refrigerator then"

"(Male Name), my darling. Is there something special about today?"

"Well, I know the apron is a bit much dear, but I'm doing my best to blend in and have the 'Perfect House Husband' look." You say walking to meet him, assuming he's talking about the apron.

"No no, you don't have to try, you already are the perfect house husband." He says as he lightly grabs your chin with his pointer finger and thumb and lightly giving you a 'boop' on the nose. "But I was referring to the calendar. Someone's drawn a heart right above today's date." You then looked at him as you cluelessly try to figure out what he's talking about, so he puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you around to face the calendar behind you and he rests his chin on your head as you both look at the heart.

Trying to act like you know what day it is, you say "Well...d..dont tell me you've forgotten Vis?"

"Oh silly (y/n), I'm incapable of forgetfulness. I remember everything. That's not an exaggeration. In fact, I'm even incapable of exaggeration" He rambles boastfully.

"Hmm, well then if that's true, then maybe you can tell me what's so important about today's date"

He pauses for a second and thinks before he blows a slow puff of air out of his mouth, then deciding on saying "Uhhh...what was the question again? Oh well, no matter, perhaps you've forgotten yourself"

"Me? Heavens, no, haha. I've been so looking forward to it."

You both have actually been looking forward to day. Today you are celebrating...The first time you...uhhh...have ever celebrated this occasion before. It's a special day indeed, perhaps an evening?...of great significance?...to you both, naturally.. obviously...exactly! Well done for the both of you.

You two ramble on for a few more minutes trying to drill the other into spilling on what was so special about today, but you two couldn't since you were both obviously unknowing about it, then Vision remembered something.

"Well, sorry darling, that's me off to work, then." Vison says fixing his grey suit jacket and grabbing his suitcase walking to the front door. You quickly grab his hat hanging on the coat rack and place it on his head, fixing it to make it look straight.

"Also don't forget-"

"(Male Name), my dear how many times do I have to tell you I don't forg- oh you mean my face right?"

You nod letting him know that was what you were getting at. The audience laughs again as he quickly shakes his head and his face and hands transform from cold metal to warm flesh. Vision then puts his palm to his face and pretends to blow you a kiss, while you play along and pretend to catch it and put it over your heart.

Once he leaves out the door, you lock it a return to the kitchen, and make your way to the calendar, chewing on your polished nails (if you don't want nail polish then skip that part) as you try to remember the symbolism of the heart. Not even a second later your thoughts get interrupted as a loud knock at the door startles you back to 'reality'.

Going to go see who it is, you push the door that separates the living room and the kitchen, closer to the knocking. You quickly open the door and see a woman with a dark plaid dress and a styled black hairdo holding a grey plant in a white pot.

"Oh hello, dear. I'm Agnes, your neighbor to the right. My right, not yours" She says in a sing-song tone as she uninvitedly makes her way into the house. The eruption of cackles echo as you look at her in confusion as to why she decided to step inside, but decided to keep a calm attitude and not say anything about it.

"Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to the block. My mother-in-law was in town...so I wasn't!" she says laughing with the audience once more as her dress sways with her movements. She rushes the potted plant into your arms and you smile and take it as she makes her way into the living room to continue her snooping. "So what's your name? Where are you from? And most importantly how's your bridge game, hon?" She says not loosing a single breath, and of course not giving you time to answer in between questions.

"Umm...Well I'm (Male Name)" You say reaching your hand out to shake hers

"(Male Name)? Charmed!" She joyfully says and returns the gesture.

"Golly, you sure do settle fast! Yes sir you did indeed! Did you use a moving company?"

"Why I sure did. Those boxes don't move themselves." The audience laughs as your inside joke, because let's be honest, the boxes did move themselves since you used your magic to decorate everything. (Damn (Male Name), you really are a powerful sum' bitch)

'"So (Male Name), what's a single boy like you doing rattling around this big house?" She says siting on the couch.

You laugh to yourself and dreamily look at the finger your ring should be on that Vision gave you to claim you as his, (He liked it so he put a ring on it.....sorry...anyways) but paused as it wasn't there. That's not right, because you could have sworn that it was there when you created this rea-

"Oh no, I'm not single I-"

"Well I don't see a ring

"Well I can promise you, I am indeed married...To a man. A human one and tall too! A a matter of fact, he'll be home later tonight for a special occasion just the two of us." You say putting emphasis on 'occasion' with a wink.

"Oh is it somebody's birthday? A holiday?" Agnes questions bouncing up and down in the couch with her legs crossed like a 'proper lady'.

"Well, no and no"

"An anniversary then?"

"Ye-uhh...yes, Its our anniversary!" You shout, finally able to remember what that heart meant.

Agnes waves you over to come sit on the couch with her and you obey, sitting down she grabs and rests both sets of you two's clasped hands on your apron.

"Sooo...tell me, how many years" She asks letting out a little squeal.

"Well..uhhh..it...it uh feels like we've always been together"

"You lucky man-" She shakes her head remembering about her own husband "-the only way Ralph would remember our anniversary is if there was a beer names June 2nd." She chuckles as the audience laughs from nowhere again. "So what do you have planned?"

"How do you mean?" You questioned her. I mean you never really did have time to come up with anything since you just realized, or assumed, what today was.

"For your special night, (Male Name)! A young boy like yourself doesn't have to do much, but it's still fun to set the scene. Say-" she says standing up to slowly make her way to the door "-I was just reading a crackerjack magazine article called 'How To Treat Your Husband To Keep Your Husband', and let me tell you somethin'...what Ralph could really use is, 'How to Goose Your Wife So You Don't Loose Your Your Wife'. She kidd's as her and the audience laugh. You look at her and shake your head trying to hold back your own laughter. "Hang on, I'll go grab it and we can start planning. Oh, this is gonna be a gas!" She shouts running to the door so she can leave and run to her house.

-----Time Skip---

Both Agnes and you are back on the couch, looking through her magazines trying to find ideas for the anniversary dinner you planned for you and Vision to share, when out of nowhere, the phone started ringing interrupting you two. You got up and rushed over to it hoping you don't miss the unknown caller, you pick it up and put it to your ear and then start talking.

"Vision residence how may I help you"

"(Male Name), darling I-"

"Vision, my dearest husband. How are you sweetheart?" You say cutting him off from his obviously panicked and frantic voice. I mean come on, you are just excited to hear your husband's voice after a hours of him being gone.

"Listen about tonight-"

You cut him off again, already knowing that he was going to talk about the anniversary. "Don't worry, dear, I have everything under complete control"

"Oh, well, that is a relief. I must confess, I'm really rather nervous" He says over the phone.

"Nervous? Whatever for?" You question.

"Well, you know, darling, I still get a little tongue-tied."

The audience coo's and aww's at how a dust of grey creeps up on your (dark grey/grey) cheeks. "Vis, after all this time..." you giggle out.

"There's a lot riding on this (Male Name)! If tonight doesn't go just so, I think this could be the end.

'Wait what' you think to yourself

"Well, it's just one night. There's no need to get dramatic." You say in a worried tone as you grasp your now queasy stomach.

Vision's tone begins to get more serious as the conversation continues in his attempt to express how important this is to you. "Look, I think the best course of action is to impress the wife."

"Well, first, I think you mean husband. And secondly I also think the best course of action is to impress the other husband too." You look over and give Agnes a thumbs up and a wink in her direction, and she does the same while sipping her martini.

"Glad to know we're both on the same page, love. Until tonight, then, my sweet little husband" Vision says making two smooching noises through the phone to you.

"Until tonight...my robotic husband" You return, whispering the last part so Agnes doesn't hear you. She couldn't hear you anyways, being too busy sipping her drink and flipping through the pages. You finally gently put the phone on the hook and return to the couch.

---Time Skip, Later Tonight---

Before Vision made it home, you set the big dining table that was next to the living room and tossed colorless silk scarfs on all of the laps in the room to set the mood and made your way to the bedroom to get dressed to surprise him for when he gets home. When you heard the door open and heard his voice, you tip toed your way out of the bedroom and into the living room, dressed a long fluffy white lingerie robe with white fur that wrapped around the arms of it which was trailing behind you, exposing both of your (dark grey/grey) legs. You then went all the way to Vision's black silhouette and gently wrapped your hands around his eyes, causing him to jump form the sudden contact.

The audience laughed again as they know your mistake. 'Where the hell is that laughing coming from, and whey is it happening right now of all times?' you thought to yourself in confusion.

"Guess who~" you seductively whispered to your husbands.

Suddenly the lights turn on and you hear Vision's voice that was filled with a mix of shock, embarrassment, and irritation at your recklessness. "(MALE NAME) WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

You gasp and look in his direction. "Vision? What are you-" then it hit's you, if Vision is right there, then who's-

"Oh! Oh my stars, I'm so sorry!" You say to the man you mistook for your husband. You quickly uncover his eyes and stumble away from him as he stares at you in shock. Then you look down at your attire and try to cover your exposed leg as much as possible.

"What is the meaning of this!" The bald headed mad says appalled, as his wife stands behind him looking around cluelessly.

Vision interrupts with his stammering voice just as confused as everyone else. "Well..uh yeah (Male Name) what is the meaning of-" Suddenly it hits him and he tries to comes up with an excuse off the top of his head. "-Oh, the meaning of it! You want to know the meaning of it...and...the meaning of it is...that this is the tradition of (Random Foreign Country/Continent) greeting of hospitality. Uhh...guess who???" Vision says as he runs behind you and overs your eyes.

"Oh is that my host being me?" You say playing along.

"It certainly is, darling. Lovely to make your acquaintance" Vision says vigorously shaking your hand. "See i forgot to tell you my husband is from (Random Foreign Country/Continent)" he giggles along with the audience.

"Oh, how exotic!" The man's wife cheerfully laughs.

"I never knew such a place as that existed" He says in a dark yet serious tone.

"Oh hush Author, have you no culture. Oh and the robe, I absolutely love it!" His wife replies trying to lighten up the awkward mood.

"Thank you so much ma'am-" you march through the living room and snatch off the silk scarves from all the lamps and tightly grab Vision's hand. "-Can I just see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?"

You both then slam your way through the kitchen door and it swings closed behind you, leaving Vision's boss and his wife behind as they sit down on the couch and patiently (more like impatiently on Arthur's end) wait for your return. You then turn around and look at each other before throwing questions.

"Who are those people?!"

"What are you wearing!?"

"Why are they here?"

"What are you wearing!?" Vision questions again boldly

"Well, it's out anniversary, that's why I'm wearing this!"

"Our anniversary of what?" Vison says, desperate to know what the hell you were talking about. Eventually you had enough of these shenanigan's and throw the scarves down at his feet stomping your way to the kitchen chairs. "Well if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you!" you exaggerate, crossing your arms and pouting like a child

"(Male Name), darling! That...that man through there is my boss Mr. Hart! And his dear lady wife Mrs. Hart! The heart on the calendar was an abbreviation!" Vision whispers, roughly tapping his hand on the black heart drawn on the dull colored calendar.

You grab your head and shake it trying to put everything together. "Vision sweetie, you move at the speed of sound and I can make a pen float through the air. Who. Needs. To. Abbreviate!?"

Vision grabs both of your shoulders in an attempt to collect his thoughts and calm you down. "Darling, listen, it's all romantic to do the candles, the music, that stunning outfit. I don't wanna be unappreciative, but right now-"

"Your boss and his wife are expecting a home-cooked meal. Correct?" Vision nods his head while muttering 'exactly' while look around the kitchen in order to find somethin to serve to the unwarned visitation of guests. After looking around for a but, your eyes land on the mini round table that held a plate and food on it. "Well, does your boss and his wife have a hunger for a single chocolate-covered strawberry, split three ways?" Vision hisses while clenching his fists and shaking his head no.

"Oh wait, I might have better ideas" Without hesitation you raise both of your sands and snap your fingers, magically changing your outfit to the one you were wearing earlier that day, a pair of dark high waisted cuffed slacks and a white blouse to match (you can change if you don't like), and the audience claps in astonishment at your transformation whilst you tie your apron in a bow behind your back. Vision gives you a quick peck on the cheek and runs back to the living room to keep others company while you figure out what to serve everyone.

---Time Skip---

After minutes of looking, you couldn't find anything in the kitchen, and the refrigerator was empty, so you decided to call your good neighbor Agnes to see if she could pick up some things from the store and bring it over. A couple of minutes pass and you finally hear a familiar knock on the back door in the kitchen. As soon as you open it Agnes rushes through with her hands full of groceries stacked to her chin as she stumbles through the kitchen. Before you could even mutter out a 'thank you' she stops you dead in your tracks and puts all the food down on the table. "Before you can say anything don't think about it. I mean, what kind of housewife would I be if I didn't have a gourmet meal for four just lying about the place. Not that Ralph wants to eat anything other than baked beans, which explains a lot about his personal appeal, mind you." The audience laughs one more at her silly humor as you quickly render to her aid to grab some of the groceries before they could fall. Unfortunately, it seems like the Universe was not on your side since the large cooking pot crashed and hit the ground, echoing throughout the kitchen, while Agnes yelled out an overexaggerated 'oh my'.

You had to get rid of Agnes and as quickly as you can, so you decided to just push her out the back door despite her protests to help you cook. "Thank you so much Agnes but I can take it from here-"

"Are you sure dear, many hands make light work. And many mouths make good gossip too!"

"Oh ahahaha, you are so naughty! But-"

"Oh, shall I preheat the oven then? hmm?"

"That won't be necessary, thank you for your time!"

Somehow she managed to escape your grasp on her waist and make her way back to the counter to crab some kitchen tools to start cooking for you. "Well, I know you're in a pinch so this menu can be done in a snap." She says snapping her fingers before continuing her rambling. you run back over to her and snatch the utensils from her, setting them on the counter, and grabbing her arms to march her back to the door. "Lobster Thermidor with mini-minced turnovers to start. Chicken à la King with twice-cooked new potatoes for your second course, and Steak Diane with mint jellies for your main. Oh wait! Do you set your own jellies, dear?"

"Yes Agnes I do, now can you please-"

"Ah there you go, good boy! Recipe cards are all on the counter there. Bon Appétit!"

"Haha, yes will do, thank you so much again Agnes! Bye now!" You say slamming the door, making the audience laugh at your exhausted expression. Now that she's gone, you run to the middle of the kitchen and throw your arms around, making all of the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen fly open, the dishes start floating out, and the food starts cooking. Out of no where the doors to the island bar swoop open to show Mrs. Hart, but before she could see Vision distracts her by breaking out and singing Yackety Yack by The Coasters, causing her to break out into a little dance, making her way back to the couch. Dear gods and goddess', how lucky are you to have a savior like him.

But little did you know, that the night was only just beginning.

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