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[nota1one]

@j0bdone ( verity ) : generated starter

" don't  worry  about  forgiving  me  right  now . . .     there  are  more  important  things . "      

[razorfst]

penny just crawls up into bed with andrei and snuggles up in their 10 foot blanket to cuddle w her man 💕

He'd been waiting, her wanting to finish whatever routine she had going on. He wasn't complaining, wasn't making her rush, he was letting it happen. After all, he was comfortably in bed and the only thing he was missing was her. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait much longer. A soft, sleepy and small smile was what pulled at his lips when she finally snuggled up next to him. His arm wrapped around her to keep her close as the blanket engulfs the two of them. "I will say, that blanket was a good investment." He mumbles, now able to settle in and actually feel he could get some sleep.

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[itsh1nes]

penny presents christian with sabrina carpenter tickets what now

if he doesn't get the pink handcuffs he's leaving

[nota1one]

@j0bdone ( mel ) : generated starter

" it's  just  silent . . .    no  sound  at  all .    it's  like  something's  waiting . "

[nota1one]

@j0bdone ( verity ) sent : 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . nonverbal prompts .

he'd aimlessly walked through at least two levels of the tower as he waited , dipping in and out of rooms without a word much to the disdain of those startled by the padding of feet and his frustrated sighs . verity wasn't due for another two hours , but when two minutes seemed to span that long he didn't know how he'd cope . something must have been discussed while he had wandered elsewhere , as the moment feet carried him back into the kitchen he's pulled from his path by yelena . she'd guided him to the counter , tapped at a tablet screen waiting with a recipe he couldn't grasp immediately — narrowed eyes sharpen his focus , double chocolate brownies . she throws him a look that tells him to keep busy , and promises she won't be far away . shit . . . but he supposed fucking up a basic recipe is better than straying like a stressed animal .

yelena's plan at worked , naturally . soon enough bob had stopped checking the time on his phone , tapped the screen to life only when he needed to watch an example of how exactly to fold ingredients together on youtube . bob had a vague idea , but inexperience had him wanting to be certain . guessing didn't feel right when he wanted everyone to be proud of him .

the batch was too large , an overestimation for how many mouths he needed to feed . two trays hadn't been enough and bob had scoured the cupboards for a third when there was still too much left over in the bowl . it was a relief when it was over , and bob stood watching them through the oven door . they looked . . . decent . he did that . yelena entered soon into their bake , the smell of warm chocolate had lured her and no doubt would bring in the rest of them soon . she crouches to peer through the glass , and when turning to bob she offers a thumbs up that swells his chest . bob laughs , and wipes his hands on a tea towel - it was hard to keep from wiping them on his pants instead . ' she's here , bob . ' yelena adds upon leaving , like verity's arrival was an afterthought she'd forgotten to mention — she eyes the state of him , flour threaded through his hair when he'd wiped the hair from his face during a moment of chaos , chocolate mixture somehow at his cheek , egg spatter at the hem of his shirt . fuck , she did that on purpose .

mouth gapes with nothing to say , and verity emerges past the fridge to bob's unprepared horror . " hey . . . you're early . " a scramble for his phone , hidden somewhere beneath spilt flour , has bob finally addressing the time , " shit . " she was early , only by fifteen minutes and not the hour he'd expected . bob faces her again with a smile like he'd been caught , mouth trying for something to say . it hangs open when he admires her , he's incapable of keeping his eyes from roaming to - his shirt . " i was looking for that . " he points loosely , " i was up until , like . . . 2am looking for it the other night . " disbelief becomes a laugh , and bob rubs his brow with the back of his hand , smearing flour across his frown , " when did you take it ? "

[s0tense]

❛  do you want to take this somewhere more … private?  ❜ // from verity!!

@j0bdone : sexual tension prompts .

the  credits  were  still  rolling  yet  no  one  had  resorted  to  turning  off  the  set .     mel  and  sam  where  sharing  videos  they'd  found  during  the  day's  doom  scrolling ,    saved  just  for  these  moments  before  they'd  stagger  into  their  own  beds .    both  bob  and  verity  were  nestled  beneath  the  blanket  they'd  shared  all  evening ,    a  thick  double  lined  throw  they  always  reached  for  when  the  evening  after  a  mind  numbing  day  called  for  a  movie  night  .

their  friends  are  so  close ,    bob  could  extend  his  leg  and  just  about  touch  sam's  foot  with  the  point  of  a  toe .    he'd  bent  his  knees  a  while  ago ,     feigned  a  need  to  readjust  where  he  sat  only  to  hide  the  movement  of  verity's  hand  beneath  the  throw .    she'd  been  pawing  at  his  thigh  since  before  the  end  of  the  movie ,    bob  has  lost  concentration  and  couldn't  recall  the  end  of  the  story .    he'd  watched  the  screen  yet  absorbed  nothing ,    eyes  had  glazed  as  all   conscious  thought  became  bound  by  verity's  presence ,   her  actions ,   the  way  she'd  laugh  at  the  videos  she  half  heartedly  played  on  her  phone  as  an  act .    bob's  own  laughs  were  breathy  and  short  when  her  hand  moved ,    palm  and  fingers  spayed  over  the  thickness  trapped  beneath  his  sweats .    hips  roll  into  her  hand ,    and  he  bites  down  onto  his  bottom  lip  to  keep  his  desperate  sounds  from  giving  them  away .    he  exhales ,   chest  squeezes  all  air  from  his  lungs ,    when  verity  tips  her  head  against  his  shoulder ,    faking  a  small  yawn  behind  her  hand ,        ❛  do  you  want  to  take  this  somewhere  more  …  private?  ❜

he  nods  helplessly ,    biting  down  so  hard  on  the  inside  of  his  cheek  that  he  swears  he  could  taste  blood .    he  dares  not  open  his  mouth  while  her  fingers  are  working  him  through  the  fabric ,   slowly ,  and  with  far  more  patience  than  bob .    it  was  wearing  thin ,    the  invitation  accelerated  his  spiral -    hips  roll  and  bob  presses  up  into  her  hand ,   releases  a  shaking  exhale  through  just  parted  lips .    he  nods  again ,   cheek  rubbing  against  the  top  of  her  head  with  the  hope  that  she  initiates  the  parting  of  ways .        " yeah  .  .  .   please . "        

[clochanam]

there is no such thing as a single lie. that's what she's learned, though the ways in which this lesson has presented itself have been numerous and varied. and she'd like it to be known in some capacity, that she didn't set out with the intention of lying. if anything, the thought revolted her. but for the first week of her life in new york... it was like losing eoin had led to her losing her voice, too. this vast and unspeakable emptiness in her life, this void where once a man had stood and loved her unapologetically... stanley calls it PTSD. he's probably right. but the truth was, aisling just didn't know what to say in a world without the one person she wanted to talk to.

but as the week passed, love endured. and by the time she'd started speaking again, stanley had arrived at some conclusions and necessary fabrications without her knowledge. things that now needed to be fortified if they were to stay out of trouble. and then she focused on just omitting certain things. because nobody asks too many questions here, not really, not when you wear an apron and carry a pot of coffee. she made the reckless assumption that the lies had come to an end.

and then along came thanos.

now, on the heels of two separate avengers teams (she's not entirely clear on what's happening there) and the pitch black that had briefly enveloped the city, aisling figures the lies will continue to evolve. like a tiny pebble striking a pane of glass, and the cracks continue to expand until the entire thing is consumed. the reason she's reflecting on this now is all thanks to the screaming toddler and the diner filled with agitated customers. the mother continues to look at her, cold and detached, refusing to back down from her own lie which now has aisling backed into a corner. " we're all out of pancakes, love. i'm sorry-- "

anthony careens out of the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, arms straining beneath a plate carrying a frankly impossible stack of fresh pancakes, adorned with whipped cream, berries, maple syrup and chocolate oozing from between each batter. the child's screams reach a glass-shattering pitch, and the mother tosses a disgusted scoff in aisling's direction, hoisting the kid up and striding out of the diner in record time. aisling turns, ears ringing, and spots an evidently patient young woman sitting at the counter, menu folded, anthony clearly pre-occupied with presenting the worst-timed pancakes ever to be stacked.

" so sorry about that! i reckon my oscar award must be in the post by now, huh? you must have the patience of an absolute saint, so let's at least get you a good meal to make up for the delay! what can i get for you? "

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[razorfst]

penny spent all her halloween prep time on a falcon costume for emma so penny has no sexy costume for andrei but once the gremlin is asleep she's bringing out the extra box of trick or treat candy n pulling the big blankets out to the living room for scary movie night 👀

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Andrei doesn't mind, instead watches as she moves about to get Emma ready for the evening. It was cute, he thought to himself, seeing her like this. There was no complaint from the Romanian for the evening, letting her do what was needed for the holiday that was more focused on the children. Andrei was more than fine with it, not usually one who celebrated holidays so he would wait until the later evening came. It was on the couch where she eventually found him, his head turning to see her coming with the box of candy. His brow arching as he moves slightly to give her room. "You had more candy?" Andrei questions as she sits down beside him. "I thought you passed it all out."