A/N: Welcome back to time crunch, because Kap doesn't know how to use time properly. This week is some of that tried and true Married shiet you all deserve. It was originally going to be angsty but nah man I have enough of that planned for Rose. lel

DarkyLoneWolf: This idea is becoming more and more enticing the more I think about it. I'm glad you enjoyed!

GeminiAlchemist: Ey thanks friend! I'm glad you liked it. Now you've said it, it's not gonna go away. Fuckin watch your back boyo, one of these days I'm gonna drop the best coffeeshop Au you've ever read and it will be fluffy as shit. I have all this power and zero responsibility.

DuwangChew: That's because Sucy is- as English majors call it -A TSUNDERE FUCK who can flirt and fluster but can't come to terms with her own gay. Glad you enjoyed!

Magicantix: We hav to fourth dimensional shipping. I'm so glad you enjoyed friend! It was a really fun suggestion that now that I think of it has a lot of potential for follow ups... hmm...

Enjoy friends!

The incessant trill of a phone call pulled Sucy from her slumber, forcing the alchemist to lift her face from the carpet where she had collapsed hours before.

It was the store's phone too, a whole living room and a set of stairs away; the thought of such effort utterly repulsive to the exhausted witch.

"Akkkoooo..." She groaned into the apartment, dropping her head back down. "Phooone..."

The only response was a meow from behind her; Kiraboshi, their little black cat, grumbling in her sleep as the alchemist shifted beneath her.

That's right: Akko wasn't home yet.

And she'd be too busy driving to answer any kind of phone call.

Sucy groaned louder in defeat, rolling to the side and tipping the creature off of her back. "Sorry Kira... mummy's gotta take a call."

It was simply amazing that whoever was on the other side of the line was still there when the alchemist finally picked up the phone. Either it was because they had all the time in the universe or fully expected her to take a while.

Both potential options sounded similarly irritating.

"Redcap Pharmaceutical, Sucy Manbavaran speaking." It was a line she had practiced countless times over the years; one that became slightly confused after bouquet had been thrown.

Was she Mrs Manbavaran now? Sucy Manbavaran-Kagari? Or was it Kagari-Manbavaran?

Ugh, there it goes again.

A pointless endevour.

"H-Hello Mrs Manbavaran, I apologize for the late call." The girl on the other end began. She sounded young; assumedly still in high school, and the slight stutter to her voice told the alchemist all she really needed to know.

"We are indeed closed." Sucy replied dryly. "But I'm not one to push away potential customers." Being a private business owner was difficult; there were expenses piling up, debt from that winter that sat unpaid.

But more pressingly, Akko wanted a new couch.

"...You are a customer, aren't you?"

"I- yes I am! -I mean, I'm hoping to be!" The girl stumbled nervously. "That's why I called!"

She then proceeded to launch into a long tangent about her school life: her studies, duties as a class representative, and her struggles to keep up with it all while still getting a good nights sleep.

Memories filled the witch's mind as she listened: of finding Akko laying facedown in her textbook in the morning, of crafting special blends of tea to help the brunette focus.

"O-One of the teachers comes to you for joint pain relief, and suggested your website." The girl explained further; the sound of keyboard clacking bringing Sucy back to the present day and to her job. "Though I am unsure what my problem is catagorized under? I needed a professional opinion."

Sucy reached under the desk, pulling out a thick leatherbound tome and pulling it open to the correct chapter. "Would you say you feel more mental or physical fatigue?"

The sound of the store's door-chime jingling brought Sucy's attention up out of dusty pages where a familiar bright sunny smile awaited her. The alchemist smiled back, bringing a finger to her lips before pointing to the phone in her hand, a silent apology in her eyes.

Akko simply nodded, gliding over to her wife and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, continuing up the stairs with her bags.

"Was that someone?" The girl on the phone interrupted herself to ask. "I h-hope my indecisiveness isn't keeping you from more important things?"

Sucy shook her head, even though such things were pointless when she wasn't even visible to the customer. 'I hope idiocy isn't contagious... I live and sleep surrounded by that.'

"Just my wife coming home." The alchemist explained, toying with the end of a page. "After we're done here I should head up and get dinner started."

Ten minutes was all it took to find the right mixture: a relatively old potion originally meant to be used for pranks that was eventually discovered to have fantastic rejuvenating properties; sending someone immediately into REM sleep without all of the in between.

"You can come pick it up tomorrow before school; I'll be open then."

"Thank you Mrs. Manbavaran! Have a good night!"

Finally clamping the phone down onto the receiver, Sucy trudged up the stairs; stretching herself high towards the ceiling upon reaching the top.

"Another one reeled in?" Akko's voice called from the kitchen, followed by the sound and smell of sizzling meat.

"You know it." The alchemist replied, flashing one of her trademark grins as she swung around the counter to wrap her arms around her wife's waist.

"How was your day?" She murmured into the brunette's shoulder, watching the fats and oils of the beef melt away into nothingness.

Akko rolled the chunks over with a wooden spoon, revealing the browned underbelly and allowing the other sides time to become the same. "Nothing that special. We got a new cameraman though: sweet guy, wants to become a director."

Acting against her wishes to hold on to her love until the end of time, Sucy pulled away, opening one of the top cupboards in search of the ingredient Akko was about to ask for.

"I remember your production assistant days." She sighed, pressing the can of crushed tomatoes into the can opener. "Dark times. It was wake up, work, eat, sleep; I barely ever got to see your eyes open."

The brunette gave her wife a grateful kiss on the corner of her mouth, slowly beginning to pour the paste into the pan as she stirred the meat around. "I don't think I would have survived without your potions; energy, sleep, whatever I was lacking you had the answer for."

Sucy reached over and turned the leftmost element down, lifting the pot's lid and carefully pouring in the spaghetti.

Akko liked the long noodles, breaking one was a serious mistake that she dared not repeat again.

"Don't sell yourself short- pass me the salt there? You work harder than anyone." It was true: Akko's dream of show-business was deep seated, and there was nothing that stood in her way on the climb, determination burning through weeds and thorns like a wildfire. "But yes I am pretty incredible too."

"I won't disagree with you on either of those things." The brunette giggled, bumping her hip against her dearest's thigh.

She was most beautiful when she laughed, Sucy mused; the sunshine of her smile combined with the full and sweet sound of her happiness. In the past she dreamt of such sights: of Akko smiling and laughing at her side as they did simple things like cooking or cleaning, the comfortable weight of a gold band on her finger.

Sometimes it still felt like a dream, but then Akko would kiss her and make it all too real.

Loving life never came naturally to Sucy Manbavaran- or at least it never used to. But this life, with all of it's day to day stresses, responsibilities, and exhaustion, she would choose over everything else.

A/N: Beep boop gay. Enjoy your day.