#there is Mac n cheese in that tiny ass pot

[pillow-princess-diaries]

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎…

Summary:- when cooking dinner takes a little detour

Pairing:- Atsushi x AFAB!Reader

Tw:-cunnilingus,fingering, oral ( M & F receiving and giving),unprotected sex???cum eating??giving atsushi a blowie through his pants??

W/C :- 1.3k ish i think

A/N:- the brief my friend gave me was ‘dry humping and stuff through clothes’ so this is what i came up with😭.I hope it isn’t too awkward and y’all enjoy it! Also this is totally in reference to the vine!

Imagine like you come home after a shift and start cooking dinner

A few minutes pass and you hear the main door click open and a very tired very drained little weretiger walks in.

Imagine you’re cooking some creamy pasta, and then you feel a pair of slender arms wrap around your midsection,their owner burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“hmm watcha cookin’ love….” Atsushi slurs against your skin.

“Oh just a classic,” you say “mac and cheese,’sushi”

You stir the pot a little to let him hear what you mean because you know he has his eyes closed.

Little did you know it’d remind him of something else.

“Hmm..” he sighs, “sounds good y/n/n”

As you stir the pot you can feel him behind you.

Lightly grinding against your ass,burying his face deeper and inhaling your scent.

You know exactly what he’s doin,but you wanna try something~

You stir the pot slowly,making sure he can hear it,and just as you’d thought,his thrusts become more pronounced,more defined.

You push your hips back just a little and feel something hard.

Just to mess with him you stir the pot faster and just like that his thrusts came at a faster rate.

Atsushi moans into your neck, “y/n…please…Hngh” but he shows no signs of stopping.

“What was that sushi?” You say,not stopping what you’re doing while you fein innocence.

He begins to lightly nibble your skin,making his way up to your ear,placing little kitten licks over the bites.

You lean your head back,allowing him just a little more access,and he rolls with it.

Placing open mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach.

And at this point,you’re not even paying attention to the pasta,stirring it out of habit.

As his hands grip your hips,you realise,actually you may need him just as much as he needs you in this moment.

You bring his hands back around your waist and turn in his arms,your hand reaching back and turning the stove off.

You bring your arms around the back of his neck and pull him in for a steamy kiss,your lips moving against eachother’s in unison,before you both pull apart for air.

“Dam…that was.”

“Hot?”

He nods in response.

You move your hands to his waist and lightly pull him closer.

He whines at the feeling and you trail you eyes down to his crotch.

You see the little tent jutting out and lightly palm his erection

his breath hitches as his eyes screw shut and he lets out a little mewl.

as you feel the wet material of his pants you have a thought and lower yourself till you’re at eye level with his painfully hard cock.

You trace it’s outline a few more times causing him to stumble back into the kitchen island,his hands bracing himself against the countertop.

You then begin to lick it throughs through the fabric,your hands undoing his belt and him watching as you do so.

Neither you nor him wants to stop what’s happening so you have absolute freedom.

After his belt is undone,youre met with his boxers.

Ofc he thinks you’ll pull them down too,but nope

You wrap your mouth around the material and his head falls back as he feels both the friction of his boxers and your warm mouth,rubbing against his sensitive dick.

And a few minutes later he realizes that you have no intention of taking that final barrier between you and him away,so he thrusts his hips forward,pushing his length just a little deeper into your warm,wet mouth,the fabric straining his tip and the combination stimulating him enough to cum.

Tiny droplets of the milky liquid seeps through the fabric much to your disappointment,and thats when you realise this isnt gonna cut it.

At this point, atsushi is panting from his orgasm. And you harshly pull down the final barrier of his boxers before you abruptly wrap your lips around him and he lets out a loud moan,eyes widening and gaze snapping to your smirking form.

You lick his tip and he jolts his hips into your mouth.

You nearly gag but quickly recover before you begin to bob your head up and down,sucking him off as you do so.

His grip on the edge of your kitchen island causes his knuckles to go white and then he thrusts his hips one last time before cumming down your throat.

You take it all in,drinking up and then pull your lips off his cock with a pop!

He then helps you up and you give him a kiss,he tastes himself on your lips and it turns him on again.

You turn back to the pasta and he pulls his pants back up,but the longer he looks at you,the more he wants you.

He taps you on the shoulder and you look back to him.

He directs his gaze to his re-hardened cock and you smirk with a little laugh.

“Want me that bad huh ‘sushi?”

He looks away sheepishly and you sigh before turning back to the pasta and putting the lid on the pot before taking his hand and heading to your bedroom.

He locks the door before taking his pants off, and when he looks back to you,your spread out across the bed,your skirt lightly ridden up.

He groans at the sight and looks back to his hardened sick.

He pumps his length a few times before climbing on top of you.

He kisses you passionately as his hand runs up your thigh and his fingers touch you through your panties.

You know he’s trying to get a tiny bit of revenge,but you also know he wont last long.

And true to form, about five seconds later he’s pushed the wet fabric aside and has already inserted his lithe fingers into your folds pumping in and out of you.

He rubs your clit with his thumb and you moan into the kiss.

You cum not long after and your slick coats his fingers like a fine glaze,breaking the kiss as your head falls back and you let out a tantalizing moan

He then pulls his fingers out of you and looks at them, pulling them apart to see the silky strands connecting his fingers like a spider-web he’d gladly love to get stuck in~

He sniffs his fingers before shoving them into his mouth and licking them clean.

You whimper at the sight and feel his tip graze your folds,you instinctively raise your hips and he takes this as his cue.

He places himself between your legs and lifts your hips,lining himself up with your pretty little pussy.

And before you can say anything he thrusts into you,burying himself deep before abruptly pulling out and going back in.

You both moan in unison and when he asks you how it feels, you pull him in by his tie and one of his braces,lightly choking him before loosening the knot, in response.

His thrusts becoming more erratic and the bed slightly creaking as your tongues explore eachother’s mouths~

After a very heated thirty seconds,you wrap your legs around his midsection and he pulls you closer by the hips.

You break the kiss before saying, “atsushi im gonna-hnghh~”

Cumming on his dick harder than expected,causing him to cum right into your cunt,white,hot and sticky.

He pulls out and You both look at each other while coming down from your highs.

“That was-“

“Amazing..” he finishes your sentence and you let out a soft,breathy laugh.

You give him a quick kiss and then you both peel yourselves off the sheets,heading to the shower together to help eachother clean up.

And once you’re done, you head to the dining room for dinner, and after reheating the now-cold pasta you sit down and share and eat together.

“This is really good y/n!” He says as he eats.

“Thanks sushi☺️, ive heard the sound it makes is what good pussy sounds like~”

“WAIT YOU KNOW THAT VINE TOO??”

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[traggalicious]

Making mac n cheese in a tiny ass pot,,, praying i can make two boxes in there without dying i just want to feed my family

[shimshenanigans]

Ugh, so glad tomorrow, Friday, is my actual Friday for work. Our boss is out with Covid, and another employee is out waiting for Covid test results. I’ve been working mostly solo shifts and running the kiosk myself from 5 am to noon. Then I have to hurry up and take my lunch, cover my closer’s lunch, go to the freezer for food for the next day, and do a supply run all in the last hour of my shift. Plus I’m supposed to get two 15 minute breaks a day, but the last time I took a 15 was Monday. I’m WIPED

Fortunately, tomorrow is the first regular 3-man day we’ve had since Saturday.

We all work in really close quarters, literally elbow-to-elbow, and I was definitely in contact with my boss. I’m vaccinated, thankfully, but I have been sneezing more than usual? Like, usually only once a day if that, but now multiple times a day. It’s probably just from the weather getting colder, but my 79-year-old granny is visiting for Christmas. So, to be a good granddaughter/pseudo-daughter-since-she-raised-me adult child, I’m gonna try to get tested on my day off just to be safe. If she gets sick and I have any doubt at all that it came from me...not gonna lie, that would 1) suck 2) cause a lot of family shit 3) probably send me back into Deep Depression mode, and the last time that happened was 8-9 years ago and WHEW BOY THAT WAS ROUGH

Plus, if I  test positive, how the fuck am I supposed to do any of my Christmas baking?? I don’t know what shit people have or don’t have, but I know everyone likes baked goodies. I usually make divinity, fudge, and some sort of cookie, but this year I’ll probably just stick to cookies because I’m fucken stressed. If I’m lucky enough to get 2 days off in a row, I might try to perfect my rasperry-lemon muffins with white chocolate chips. I think if I just tweak what I had but use dried raspberries, it’d probably turn out nice. Maybe add just a smidge of baking soda to give it just a tiny bit more rise. Last time I made them, to make the lemon flavor stronger I made a lemon syrup, and that turned out pretty good! They were pretty sweet muffins, but the tart raspberries made a good counterbalance. However, whatever didn’t get eaten within the first couple days went bad, because the fresh fruit make the moisture content way too high and they got moldy.

If I ever get the recipe right, I’ll post it to share. But only once I get it right!

[versatilewindow]

My Mortal Enemy

Find it on Ao3

Summary: I saw a tumblr post that said, reader insert fic but make it about being enemies instead of lovers, and I immediately came up with this. Read either as an OC or yourself as you go about your day, and finish by curb stomping Sasuke. First chapter is an OC, inspired by the writing style in My Immortal. The second chapter is the same plot but reader insert, inspired by cringey wattpad writing.

A/N: Repost bc i hated the format it was in before. In case it is not clear, this is satire, anyway hope it makes you giggle, also ao3 has a reader version in chapter 2, its the same thing but y/n instead of the oc

I, Blake Dracon’ia Lunacy Crow Wentz, woke up in my cozy bed in Konoha and turned on my favorite Waterparks song (A/N: I know they don't exist in the Naruto world but suc my pp i can do what i want XP) No one else I know listens to them, but I guess I'm quirky like that. I got out of bed and looked in the mirror, I have long midnight black hair (which matches my soul xD) and have two different colored orbs, one pink, and one that's almost darker than my hair. I then turned my attention downward to my big ol’ honkin tiddies. They have been huge since I started puberty when I was 11, now I am 18 and they are impossibly large. Continuing downward I saw my tiny, 24 inch waist; that in combination with my humongo tiddies and juicy earthquake creating ass made me the object of every boy’s attention. I mean my cheeks are just constantly clapping as I walked it made being a sneaky ninja so hard DX, like if I were to run or twerk it would cause a 8.0 earthquake, and if I were sprinting or throwing it back for a real one, it also creates a sonic boom, shattering every eardrum in a 100 yard radius. All of these problems are manageable tho bc I have the tightest, moistest, Gorilla Grip™ coochie, like it sounds like a fresh pot of Kraft mac n cheese.

Then I got changed into my favorite clothes. I put on a v-neck fishnet bodysuit and black Sleeping with Sirens crop top, which was just the right length to cover my nips, and show off the tattoo on my stomach that said “For my vampire boyfriend’s eyes only” with two arrows pointing downwards and upwards. I also put on cute pink leather assless chaps with a lot of chains on them, with a checkered studded belt to hold them up. Then I pulled on my ginormous 12 inch stilettos that have skulls and glitter all over them (If you think the way she dresses is “slutty” then get da hell out of here!!!!) Then I put my super long black hair into high pigtails which made me super Kawaii!!! And then I did my make up. Yes I put on makeup, but not for anyone, I do it for me, so that the outside matches the inside. I used stickers and blush to make it look like there were heart freckles on my face and I put my eyeliner on so that it looked super sharp and pointy. I also made my lipstick look like I had just eaten a cherry popsicle, so it was super concentrated in the center and faded out. To finish off the look, I put on my ninja forehead guard, but tied it around my super tiny waist and I was ready to go out and get groceries.

I had finished getting my groceries, which were mainly dumplings, takis, and Monster energy drink, when I saw HIM, my mortal enemy, Sasuke Uchiha. Ever since the academy, we hated each other, it was a constant battle to see who was more angst, emo, punk, and goth than the other. He doesn't even care about his friends!!! So not punk or Cash Money! I mean I also had a tragic backstory. My dad was an Uchiha, who had an affair with a Hyuga, meaning I was born with both types of dojutsu, then when I was two, they were both killed by Madara Uchiha, who then watched over me until the actual Sage of Six Paths beat him up and he gave me the Rinnegan, and made me capable of using all the powers of the tailed beasts (even the ten-tails!!;!!,.!!) And no, despite all of this I am NOT op. Point blank periodt!!!!

Anyway Sasuke and I caught eyes because the clap of my ass cheeks alerted him from across the street, and he ran towards me activating his sharingan/rinnegan. But he was too late, had already used my Super Speed Shadow Asscheeks Jutsu, causing him to go deaf, and I activated my Byakugan, Sharingan, and Rinnegan Combo eyes. (I can use them all individually but this is my mortal enemy, so I can't take any chances >:3c) Because of my dojutsu. Sasuke just stood there, and I used my taijustu skills to beat the shit out of him.

By now we had attracted a huge crowd, Naruto was there, looking mad because I was beating up his boyfriend (If you dont think theyre boyfriends then you're homophobic!!/11) Sakura and Ino were also there clinging to each other for safety because while they used to like like Sasuke, they realized over the 4th Shinobi war that they were actually in love with each other and got married as soon as the battle was over!! (If you dont think Sakura and Ino would be girlfriends if Kishimoto actually knew how to write a well rounded female character then you’re still homophobic!!!) Then from the crowd I heard Shikamaru and Kakashi and Kurenai cheering me on!!!

“Yes girl curb stomp the shit out of him!!!”

“Show him who’s boss!!!”

“Teach him about what a Poser he is!!! He doesn’t even know who Brendon Urie is !!!!!”

That line got me really mad, How can you even pretend to be emo or punk without knowing who Brendon Urie is????????!!!!! >:^(((. So I concentrated all my chakra into my fist, (like Tsunade but came up with the move first!!!!) and Pummeled Sasuke in the solar plexus, and he flew off into the air, up in the sky to space, a la Team Rocket (If u dont kno who they are then ur the biggest chump ever!!!!!) And then Sasuke came back down and said that I was the most goth, emo, punk person in the whole Land of Fire, and apologized for not knowing who Brendon Urie is. I wish he stayed up in space, but that would’ve made Naruto sad, and he’s my 6th cousin 9th removed, and keeping my friends and family happy is part of my Ninja Way! Believe it!

[lavieboheme930]

Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me

Do you have any pets? What kind? dog

What are their names? That is… if you have any? Breezy

How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa? 7

Dragons or unicorns? Ohhhh both

Do you wish vampires existed? No

What is your favorite book of all time? Me by Elton John

At the moment what is your favorite song? Tiny Dancer -Elton John

Do you ever click on those lame advertisements? No

Have you ever been pantsed? No

Do you sing in front of people you don’t know very well? How about dance? Sure

Have you ever sang/spoke/preformed in front of people on a stage? Yes

Is it more fun or scary to do so? If you haven’t then what would you think? It was a mixture of fun and scary

What do you think about the old Micheal Jackson? What do you think about him now? I absolutely love Michael Jackson and can’t believe he’s gone.

Do you keep up with pop culture? No

What is your favorite magazine? None

[TW] Would you rather slit your wrists than read Cosmo? WTF...This is a stupid question.

Did you ever like barbies? Do you currently like barbies? As a kid, yes

What is your biggest pet peeve? >> Being ignored or interrupted <----Same.

What are the initials of the person you hate? Rather not say LOL

What turns you off in the opposite sex? being an ass

What kind of gum do you chew most often? Your favorite flavor? mint.  Usually Trident

Do you carry around a purse or a humongous bag? Sometimes

Do you keep everything in the universe in your bag/purse? Yes LOL

What’s one word that you have to say about miss Britney Spears? LOVE HER!!!

What’s your favorite hit song right now? I’m Gonna Love Me Again -Elton John and Taron Egerton

What was the last thing you ate? Mac and cheese

How is your self esteem? Ehhh...depends on the day really

Do you ever ask random questions to see people’s reactions? No

Do you like to people watch? I live in NYC...that’s a usual day for me

Are you a very patient type of person? Not really

I’m trying for at least 2000 questions. Was the a dumb thing to try? Yes....no one wants to do 2000 questions.

What’s your favorite element? (fire, water, air) I don’t have a favorite

Have you ever made/wanted to make a survey? >> Nope.

Do you have a Zwinky? IMVU? No

Do you think IMVU has better graphics then the Sims? No

Have you ever had a Neopets? YES!!!

When you were younger didn’t you just love Pokemon? No.  I liked Pokemon when I was older LOL

Do you currently love Pokemon? somewhat

Have you ever been to a wild party? No

Are you cold or hot right now? just right really

Are you going to take any bathroom/eating breaks throughout this? I don’t know.

Do you wish you were albino? No

Have you ever met anyone who was albino? No

How many friends do you have on Myspace? N/A

Do you like long car rides? I used to

Are you one of those people who get car sick? No

Have you ever gotten sea sick? Yes

Would you ever join the military? Hell no

What is your dream job? What I have now...author

Do you ever want to get married? Have kids? If so how many kids do you want? I don’t even know.

What age is the right age to get married? And have kids? I don’t know.

How about just plain sex? I’m still waiting for the right person for that to happen.

Do you think pot should be legalized? I don’t even care.  I don’t do it.

Since so many people do it, is pot even cool anymore? Whatever.

What is your computer sitting on? How about yourself? desk.  And i’m on the chair.

Are you an organized person? A clean person? Yes

What kind of body wash do you use? SoftSoap

When was the last time you switched your tooth brush? last week I think

When was the last time you flossed your teeth? I forgot

Do you put on a robe when it’s cold? No

How about slippers? Yeah

What is your favorite thing to sleep in? pajamas

If you had a baby girl what would it’s name be? How about a boy? Emma Cynthia and Richard David

Are you in love? Have you ever been in love before? No.  and Yes

Can you multi-task? >> Yeah.

How fast does butt hair grow? WTF how would I know.

Are your parents still together? Yes

[you-a-southpaw-doll]

Sniffles ~ A Modern Negan!AU One-Shot

Summary: Even though Negan suffers from a sinus infection, he doesn’t let it stop him from spending the day with his son, Christian.

Warning(s): Fluff. Language. Negan as a single dad. Slight angst. Tobacco use.

Relationship(s): Negan x Christian (OMC) (Father/Son)

Characters: Negan. Christian (OMC). Brief mention of Reader.

Taglist: @negans-network @thamberlina @prettyboynegan

Story Time:

“Daddy?”

I look down at my little boy sitting in my lap. He has his head tilted back and he’s just looking up at me with a curious expression. In this moment, he looks just like his mama, my late wife, (Y/N). He has your eyes, and my dimples. As each day goes by, he looks more and more like you. 

At times, it breaks my heart ‘cause you’re not here to see him. At others, it makes my heart swell with love ‘cause I know you’re still here in a way. You passed away two years ago, when our son was only five years old. Some drunk driver had collided into head-on. 

You didn’t even make it to the hospital. Since then, I’ve been raising our little boy by myself. I keep one arm curled ‘round his waist as I hold him in my lap, and bring my other hand up to his hair. I brush his blonde locks outta his face as I sniffle.

“Yea, little man?” I ask, trying not to sneeze.

“Can we watch a movie?” He asks.

I nod. “Of course, we fuckin’ can, bud. You got one in mind?”

He giggles and nods. Whenever I cuss, he always giggles. He finds it to be the funniest thing in the world. I know you never liked me cussing ‘round him, but since you’ve been gone, it’s been harder to control. The words just slip out. He’s picked up a few of ‘em, but he never says ‘em outside of the house, which I appreciate. 

He climbs outta my lap, but doesn’t go very far; only far ‘nough to get the remote. Once he has it, he climbs back up in my lap, sitting sideways, so that he’s sitting on my right thigh, with his legs draped over my other one. I wrap my arm ‘round him to keep him from falling.

He scrolls through the recorded movies I have on the DVR. When he finds the one he wants to watch, he plays it, drops the remote, and nestles up against me, resting his head on my shoulder. I make commentary throughout the movie, which has him laughing. 

I love hearing his laugh; it’s so pure and innocent, and it reminds me a great deal of you and your laugh. I keep sneezing every couple of minutes, and sniffle when I’m not sneezing. Halfway through the movie, he tilts his head back, looking up at me. 

He runs his fingers through my short, salt and pepper beard. I flash him a dimpled smile, before turning my head to sneeze again. This sinus infection I’ve got going on is kicking my ass. Not only is it making my entire body weak, and tired, but my nose is already raw.

To the point that normal tissues irritate it even more, and my nose burns worse than the Devil in a sauna in Hell on a hot Georgia day in the middle of fuckin’ July.

“Daddy? Can we pull the couch out into the bed? I wanna lay down.” My son says, letting out a big yawn for such a little kid.

My smile grows as I kiss his forehead. “Sure, little man. Hop up for a moment, yeah?”

He nods and hops outta my lap. I push myself up off the couch. He beats me to removing the cushions, and tosses ‘em to the side. I can’t help but chuckle. I reach down, grab the handle to the pull-out bed, and tug. When the bed unfolds, I look at my son. 

He’s got a couple blankets in his arms. Laughing, I take ‘em from him and get ‘em situated on the bed. I can’t help but notice that one of ‘em is your favorite one. It’s also our son’s favorite one.  My heart clenches at the sight of it. I miss you something fierce. 

I always do. Every day since you’ve been gone. Christian helps me get the pillows set up on the bed before he crawls under the blankets. Patting the empty space beside him, he looks up me. His curly hair flopping back as his head tilts back.

“Sit with me, daddy?” He asks.

I nod while sneezing. I climb into the bed next to him. He immediately curls up to my left side, laying his little head on my chest, just over my heart, and draping his tiny arm across my tummy. I let my arm rest behind him, bending it at the elbow so my hand can rest on his back. 

Every time I sneeze, he jumps slightly, but hands me a clean tissue.

“I just wanna take care of you, daddy.” He says, handing me the sixth tissue in less than twenty minutes.

I smile and thank him. He stays curled up to my side. A few minutes after I start rubbing his back, I notice he’s drifted off to sleep, snoring quietly. I doze off too, knowing that my son’s alright. I wake up some time later to my phone ringing. I grumble as I reach behind me to grab it. 

Placing it to my ear, I realize that I’ve rolled to my left side, with Christian on his side, facing me, but still tucked against my chest. He’s still sound asleep, and my arm’s still ‘round him.

“Hello?” I mumble, quietly, into the phone, making sure not to wake my little boy up.

“Hey, Negan!” Simon says. “I was just wanting to check in on you and see how things were going.”

“They’re fine.” I sneeze again, causing my son to jump in his sleep, and scoot closer to me.

“You sure? You don’t sound like it.”

I grunt. “Mmhhmm. Christian’s asleep next to me. I’m sicker than a fuckin’ dog. But, other than that, things are a-fuckin’-okay, Si.”

“Ok. Ok. Can I do anythin’ for y’all?”

I shake my head before I notice that he can’t see me. Christian stirs in my arms.

“Nah. We’re fuckin’ good, Si. Thanks, though.” I say to my best friend through the phone.

“Ok. Well, if I can, let me know. Alright? I’ll swing by later.” Simon says.

“Sounds good. Listen. I’ve got to fuckin’ go.”

“Ok.”

Simon ends the call. I lock my phone and set it on the bed next to me. My son stirs again.

“Daddy? When’s dinner?” He asks, sleepily.

I glance down at him. He’s still got his eyes closed. I chuckle.

“You fuckin’ hungry, little man?” I ask.

He giggles and nods. “Mmhhmm.”

I laugh. “Alright. I’ll make dinner in a few.”

He cracks his eyes open and looks up at me, nodding. He snuggles up to me even more. Neither of us move for a few minutes until I hear his tummy growl. I playfully tickle him, causing him to laugh.

I smile. “Alright. C’mon. Let’s go get some fuckin’ food in you, yeah?”

He grins. “Yay!”

He hugs me tightly before jumping outta bed and running to the kitchen. Sitting up, I chuckle and reach into my pocket for my can of dip. I used to smoke cigarettes, but you didn’t like it, so I stopped. After you passed, I needed something, and I was hesitant to drink since you’d been taken from us ‘cause of a drunk driver. 

As much as I missed the taste of liquor, I wasn’t willing to pick up a drink. Since I didn’t wanna start smoking again, I started dipping. I pop the top, grab a pouch of Copenhagen Wintergreen snuff with my index finger, and thumb. I tuck it into the side of my lip as I hear my son call out to me from the other room.

I shove the dip can in my back pocket. I clamber outta the bed, and follow right behind him. I have to stop a few times ‘cause I have to sneeze really hard. Christian runs up to me after the third sneeze with a tissue handy.

“Thanks, bud.” I say, blowing my nose.

He just grins and runs back to the kitchen. It really isn’t that far from the living room, since we only live in a two bedroom, one bath house. It’s just he and I, so we don’t need a lot of space. Plus, it’s the house you and I bought right after we got married. 

I could’ve moved at some point over the last two years, but I didn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to for a couple of reasons. This was the home we’d shared together. I didn’t want to disrupt Christian’s life any more than it already been by having him move. 

Plus, it’s right down the street from the high school I work at, and the local community college I attend at night. I smile as soon as I see my son in the kitchen. He’s standing on his little step stool, hands on the counter, and just bouncing with excitement. 

He looks up at me, smiling.

“C’mon, daddy! I’m hungry and I wanna help you cook!” He exclaims.

I laugh as I walk closer to him. “Alright, bud. Why don’t you go ahead and hop up on the fuckin’ counter, eh?”

He giggles as he does just that. He plops down on the countertop, and swings his feet back and forth, occasionally kicking the cabinet doors. I walk over to him, ruffling his hair.

He just grins up at me. “What are we havin’?”

I think. “Hmm…pork chops, mashed taters, mac n cheese, and some fuckin’ gravy?”

“Yea!”

I chuckle. “Alright. Let’s get to fuckin’ work then.”

He giggles and helps me while I get the pork chops breaded and in the frying pan.

“Daddy?” Christian asks while I cut up the little roast potatoes.

“Yea, little man?” I ask, glancing up at him.

“Can we play some music? Pretty please?”

I laugh. “Sure, bud. You know where my phone is?”

He nods and hops down off the counter. He runs to the living room. I drop the potatoes into the pot of boiling water. I flip the pork chops in the frying pan. A moment later, my son’s walking back into the kitchen. I watch as he walks closer to me, head down, gazing at the screen of my iPhone while his little fingers tap against the screen. 

A moment later, I hear a song start playing. Christian looks up at me, with a cute little smirk on his face. He hops back up on the counter, setting my phone beside him. We jam out to the music while I cook. The songs change, but Christian and I don’t really mind.

We’re just having a lot of fuckin’ fun. Halfway through cooking, and just as I’m ‘bout to add the macaroni pasta to the hot water, I look at my little boy, just as a rough sneeze escapes my body. I quickly turn my head, and sneeze, making sure to cover my nose. 

I sniffle once I’m done sneezing, and look at my son again.

“Do you mind goin’ and openin’ the fuckin’ door, little man? Uncle Si said he’s gonna stop on by.” I say, my voice a bit scratchy from that last, harsh sneeze.

He grins, giggles, and nods. He hops down off the counter, almost falling in the process, but I quickly reach down to help steady him. He grins even more and dashes off to the living room. I hear him struggle with the door handle for a few seconds ‘fore the door hits the bookcase we have by it. 

His little feet pad across the floor in a hurry as he rushes back into the kitchen where I’m at. He runs straight into my legs, wrapping his tiny little arms ‘round ‘em, and tucking his face against my thigh. I just chuckle, add the pasta to the water, and bend down to scoop my little man up into my arms.

I get him settled on my hip; his legs wrap ‘round my waist, one arm curls ‘round my neck, and his free hand plays with the collar of my tank top. I stir the pasta with my free hand, before leaning against the counter across from the stove. I shift Christian so that he’s still got his legs ‘round my waist, but he’s facing me. 

My arms are hooked ‘round his waist, keeping a tight grip on him so that he doesn’t fall. He brings his hands up and fiddles with my dog tags.

“What are these, daddy?” He ask, glancing up at me.

“Those are my dog tags.” I reply, smiling.

His brow furrows. “Dog tags? But...you’re not a dog, daddy.”

I laugh. “No. I’m not.”

“Then...why do you have dog tags?”

“Remember daddy’s uniform?”

He tilts his head to the side. “Your Navy one?”

I nod. “Daddy was in the Navy, little man. My dog tags are my way of being identified if I was ever hurt.”

“Were you ever hurt?”

I point to the scar that’s on my left shoulder. “I was shot.”

He looks up at me, fear in his eyes. “But...you’re ok, right?”

I nod, lowering my head slightly to kiss his forehead. “I’m alright, little man. I’m alright.”

He nods his own head, and drops my dog tags. His little arms wrap ‘round my neck, and he lays his head against my shoulder. I just hold my son close. A few moments later, I hear the screen door open, and heavy footsteps in the living room.

“Negan? Christian?” Simon calls out.

Christian lifts his head and looks at the entryway to the kitchen. A grin covers his face.

“Uncle Si!” He exclaims.

I hear Simon let out a deep chuckle. “Hey, little man.”

I turn, setting my son down on the ground in the process, and look at my best friend. Christian runs over to his uncle, who sets down the couple of grocery bags in his hands, to pick my son up. Simon’s not really his uncle, but rather, his godfather, and with Simon being so much like a brother to me, he’s like an uncle to Christian. 

The two talk in hushed whispers for a few minutes. I focus on finishing up dinner. When I turn my attention back to my best friend and my little boy, I notice that Simon’s looking at me.

“Bro. You look like shit.” He says.

I let out a weak chuckle. “Thanks. I bet you say that to all the guys.”

He laughs. “Shut the fuck up.”

I laugh, which leads me to sneezing again. I groan at this one ‘cause it hurts like a motherfucker. Simon plates three dishes with the small meal I cooked, and carries ‘em to the living room, with Christian and I following right behind him. The three of us all all sit on the edge of the pull-out couch mattress, and eat our dinner while watching Monsters University. 

After dinner, Simon cleans up the kitchen, ignoring my protests and telling him I’ll take care of it tomorrow. He cleans the kitchen up for me, gives Christian a hug, and pats me on the shoulder, before leaving. I get Christian settled in the bath, and he insists that I sit in there with him.

As he’s getting ready to step in the tub, he looks up at me.

“Daddy. Sit in with me. You can work on your homework while I take a bath.” He says.

I smile. “Ok. Fine. I guess I can fuckin’ do that.”

He giggles and hops in the tub. While he’s splashing ‘round, I go grab my laptop and come back to sit on the toilet seat. Christian plays ‘round in the water, with the curtain drawn so he can have privacy, and I work on the two 15 page research papers, on baseball, that I have due over the weekend.

As soon as I finish the little edits I had to make to ‘em, and submit ‘em, I close my laptop, and prop it up against the wall, just outside the bathroom.

“Alright, little man. Let’s get you clean.” I say.

I help Christian wash his hair. For some reason, he’s always had a fear of washing his hair, so I have to help him with it. He prefers for you to do it, but in the last two years, since it’s just been he and I, he’s gotten used to having me help him wash his hair.

As soon as he’s clean, he reaches for the tub stopper, and I grab a clean towel. He stands up, and I dry his hair ‘fore wrapping the towel ‘round him. I scoop him up and carry him out to the living room, plopping him down on the bed. He just laughs that innocent, carefree laugh of his, and I smile. 

He sits up, pulling his arms from the confines of the towel, and reaches for his jersey shorts. When he’s got them on, he looks at me, tossing the towel at me too.

“Daddy. Can I wear I sleep in one of your shirts?” He asks.

I nod and go grab one of the t-shirts I bought from my college. I walk back to him and slide it over his head. It swallows him whole, but he just smiles. I toss the towel onto the chair ‘side the couch while he get situated under the blankets. I settle down next to him, only for him to immediately nestle up to my side. 

Since you’ve been gone, he’s gotten a lot clingier to me. Not that I mind, ‘cause I don’t. Not one fuckin’ bit. He’s all I’ve got, and I’m all he’s got. He lays his head on my shoulder once I wrap my arm ‘round him. I play the pause since we’d paused it after dinner.

“Daddy? Can you tell me a story ‘bout you and mummy?” Christian asks.

I smile and pause the movie. “Of course.”

I tell him the story ‘bout how you and I first met. I had just gotten home from a deployment, so I was still in my uniform, and had my bags slung over my shoulders. I was waiting for a taxi at the airport, and you’d bumped into me from behind.

You apologized, and kept your head lowered, from embarrassment, I later found out. I assured you it was perfectly fine and even teased you a bit. I couldn’t help it. 

You were precious. All flustered and shit. 

Plus, you were cuter than a baby bunny on Easter morning. You took my breath away, and made my heart flutter in ways it never had before. I found out that you were going to the same apartment building I was. When the taxi pulled up, I offered to share the taxi with you, and you readily accepted since you were running late. 

During the ride to our apartment complex, we got to know each other, and by the time the taxi stopped, I’d gotten the courage to ask you out to dinner. I’d never been nervous ‘bout asking a woman to dinner before, but it was different with you. 

You nervously agreed. I realized, later, that you were only nervous ‘cause you thought I was insanely hot and hadn’t ever really had someone like me talk to someone like you before.

Your words, not mine. 

After setting up a date for the following day, and swapping phone numbers, we went our separate ways. Turns out, you lived on the floor below mine. I took you to dinner the next night, and well, the rest was history. I asked you to marry me a few months later, just ‘fore I found out I was gonna get deployed again in a few months’ time.

We got married three days ‘fore I shipped out on another deployment. You couldn’t wait another minute of not being my wife. When I got back, I found you waiting for me, with our son in your arms. You’d wanted to wait and tell me in person that you were pregnant ‘cause you felt it was something that would be better said face-to-face as opposed to the letters we sent back and forth.

Since, I didn’t know you were pregnant, I was sad that I’d missed it, but the sight of you holding our little boy, waiting for my on that dock made my heart swell with love. We went back to our apartment, and eventually bought this house. I got out of the Navy, and got a job as a high school coach. 

By time I’m finished with the story, I glance down at my son. He’s sound asleep, tucked against my side. I smile, kiss the top of his head, and close my eyes. I wake up at some point in the night to him crawling on top of me, wrapping his legs ‘round my waist, and his arms ‘round my neck.

“Don’t wanna lose you, daddy.” He mumbles in his sleep.

It breaks my heart, and I tighten my arms ‘round him. He moves his head and tucks it against the side of my neck, tighten his little arms ‘round me. I drift off to sleep once more.

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Now… a lot of work had been done in the last year. They’d laughed, they’d cried, they’d done the best they possibly could with whatever resources they had… and both girls had been trying their absolute hardest to be better for the other — Max being more open and honest with things she needed or wanted (and as Chloe would often joke, working on growing herself a spine) while Chloe was working on her temper’s short fuse and her semi-reliance upon weed to get her through the day (the latter of which was something her in-laws were not aware of).

“Bullshit it’s not. You spill coffee on yourself every day and you don’t cry. Don’t lie to me.” Max’s tiny hand gripping at her hoodie was noted, but duly ignored, while her voice kept its edge, protectiveness over her girlfriend overtaking any common sense within her.

Seems like they both weren’t doing as well as they thought they’d been.

“Calm down, Price, I’m going home now, anyway. Wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.” Victoria sighed with a roll of her eyes, her hands brushing over the thighs of her pants as she stood to rid herself of whatever invisible lint she could, clearly getting herself around to leave. She slung her purse over her shoulder, and turned to Max, her stare pointed as if trying to emphasise the meaning behind her next words. “Remember what I said, Max. Sooner rather than later. And just… text me. If you need me. ‘Kay?”

And that was that. After Victoria bade a quick goodbye to Max’s mom (because Victoria Chase had a whole-ass reputation to uphold, dammit) the night progressed as it usually would — namely that they’d bum around until dinner time doing next to nothing while occasionally chipping in to help Vanessa cook or (in Chloe’s case) reach the higher shelves.

“That was friggin’ awesome, Mrs. C… Forgot how good your Mac ‘n Cheese is…” Chloe groaned, pushing her plate away from her ever so slightly as she stood, immediately reaching into her pants pocket to grab her cigarettes. “I’m gonna go grab a quick smoke… If you leave ‘em in the sink, I’ll wash the dishes before I head to bed.”

She made sure to give Max’s shoulder a gentle squeeze on her way past, and a tiny smooch to the top of her head, before rounding the dining table and heading into the back yard, to the spot that had become her designated smoke-zone. It took her a try or two to get her zippo to work, but eventually she managed to light up, settling down on an overturned plant pot and pulling out her phone, intending on clearing a level or two of Candy Crush while she was there.

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“You can’t.”

It was the simple answer, really — one that Victoria hated having to be the one to give. Because for as much as she despised Chloe, she knew that She did (for some unfathomable reason) make Max happier than… well, happier than Victoria wanted to admit.

“Look at me, Max…” Her mug was set down, manicured hands moving to take Max’s into her own around the mug now balanced between her legs. She ducked her head, eventually locking her green eyes onto Max’s, and offering a gentle furrowed brow of concern and sympathy. “If she’s going to leave, she will. You can’t stop that. But… in the meantime… Parents be damned, you need to talk to her. Alone. And you need to figure this out for good.”

If her parents tried to put the barriers on her that Max’s had imposed… she’d have been renting a moving van as soon as she possibly could and banging whatever potential suitor had caused the ban in every room available in the meantime.

Of course, Victoria had the ability to do that, what with the extra funds from the Chase Space, and the fact that she wasn’t riddled with Anxiety in the way that Max was. Regardless, though, her point was made.

Just in time, it seemed, for Vanessa to return, Chloe in tow and laden with grocery bags.

Now dressed in a hoodie adorning the tattoo shop’s logo and a freshly shaved Faux-hawk (a development from her 20th Birthday), Chloe stepped in after her mother-in-law, the only part of her head that was visible being the very top of her hair over said groceries, which was messed up thoroughly thanks to whatever product that was holding it up being on the cheap side and from a long day at work. “Babe, we’re home!”

After shuffling through to the kitchen to drop off the bags (“Fuck yeah, one trip!”), she looped back to the living room, a smile forming as her eyes settled onto Max. “There you are…” She breathed, leaning down to press a kiss to Max’s cheek, before furrowing her brow upon being met with… well, puffy and tear-filled eyes and the saddest expression she’d seen on Max’s face in months.

“… Whoa, What’s going on…? Huh?” Her head snapped up to look at Victoria, eyes narrowing in barely-composed contempt for the blonde. “… What’ve you said, and what’ve you done?”

“You can’t.”

Max didn’t like that. The two words held so much power within them that it felt like Max had a sledgehammer driven into her chest. She didn’t want that to be the answer, that Chloe leaving was out of her control and that she would have to deal with it if that was what happened. It was enough that the tears that Max had been trying to hold back made their way down the sides of her face effortlessly, taking no time at all to leave streaks down her freckled cheeks.

Victoria’s hands gently took hers and Max glanced up at her friend. While Victoria’s words were often callous, she did care deeply about those that she considered a friend. She looked genuinely concerned and sympathetic, completely different from the normal mask of perfection she had glued to her face most of the time. “But what do I— How do I even ask that without sounding like an idiot?” she stumbled. She knew that she and Chloe needed to talk, that more often than not all of their arguments could be fixed with just a simple conversation, but how was she supposed to ask Chloe about why she’d been so distant lately? How could she ask her if the lack of physical intimacy was slowly eroding their relationship, or if something else was what was dooming them to fail? 

After their rocky start to their relationship, how could she possibly ask if there was more and be greeted with anything besides terrible news?

Max heard the creak of the front door as it swung open and jumped, her eyes immediately shifting to the door. She’d forgotten about the mug that was clutched in between her legs and some of its contents spilled on her because of her initial reaction. “Fuck, shit, dammit,” she muttered a quick string of curses as she released Victoria’s hands and grabbed her mug. She moved it to the coffee-table and then pressed her palm against her jeans, as if the pressure over where her drink hit would make the heat stop stinging her skin. 

She felt the tender press of Chloe’s lips to her cheek and she melted a little bit. At least her parents didn’t mind the occasional kiss or two whenever they got home from being out. “How wa—“ she started to ask before Chloe’s line of questioning immediately started. Max saw the blaze in her eyes and her head started to try to hide between her shoulders. Her reaction, though, wasn’t fast enough to keep her girlfriend’s eyes from digging into Victoria’s. Honestly, though, she doubted she would have been fast enough even if she’d turned into the Flash. “N-No, Chloe, it wasn’t her!” Max stammered. She reached a hand out and tugged on Chloe’s sweatshirt, “I just spilled some coffee on myself and it hurt… It wasn’t Victoria’s fault.” 

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