Imagine Book 2

Plugged In- Vivian Vision (Earth-616)

Male Y/N

丂从凵丅 山卂尺𠘨工𠘨厶

All characters are 18+

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the bay windows of their craftsman-style home, its rays catching the subtle shimmer of Viv Vision's synthetic skin. She moved with characteristic grace through their living room, her deep magenta form flowing like liquid silk as she adjusted a vase of fresh sunflowers – Y/N's favourite. The domesticity of it all might have seemed strange to outsiders; a former superhero and synthezoid finding joy in the simple act of maintaining a home. But for Viv, every moment was an exploration of humanity, every routine task a chance to understand the intricacies of human life that had once seemed so foreign to her.

The antique grandfather clock in the hallway chimed five times. A small smile graced her features as she processed the input – Y/N would be home soon. Their life together had fallen into a comfortable rhythm over the years, yet each reunion still sparked the same warmth in her synthetic heart as it had in the beginning. She ran a diagnostic on the dinner she had prepared: pot roast, maintaining optimal temperature in the smart oven, vegetables fresh from their garden, and a bottle of Y/N's preferred red wine breathing on the counter.

The familiar sound of their electric car pulling into the driveway sent a pleasant surge through her neural network. Viv could have easily used her powers – phasing through walls, flying to greet him – but she had learned to appreciate the human way of doing things. The small moments of anticipation, the joy of traditional gestures. She walked to the door just as Y/N's key turned in the lock.

"Welcome home," she said softly as the door opened, revealing her husband's familiar form. His suit was slightly rumpled from a long day at the office, his tie loosened just enough to suggest the relief of heading home. The smile that spread across his face at the sight of her made her synthetic skin tingle with happiness.

"There's my girl," Y/N said warmly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He set down his briefcase and opened his arms, a gesture Viv had come to treasure. She stepped into his embrace, her density control automatically adjusting to provide the perfect pressure – firm enough to feel real, gentle enough to never harm.

"You seem tired," she observed, noting the slight strain around his eyes. "The Morrison account?"

Y/N chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You know me too well. Yeah, it's been a day. But being here with you..." His hand cupped her cheek, thumb tracing the subtle geometric patterns that marked her synthetic skin. "This makes everything better."

Viv leaned into his touch, her systems registering every point of contact, every subtle shift in his expression. "I prepared dinner," she said, though she made no move to step away. "But it can wait."

"Good," Y/N murmured, his other hand finding the small of her back. "Because right now, all I want is my wife."

Their lips met in a gentle kiss, one that quickly deepened as Y/N pulled her closer. Viv's synthetic nerves came alive with sensation, her programming expanding to fully experience every moment. She had long since learned to move past the clinical analysis of such encounters – the exact pressure of his lips, the chemical composition of his cologne, the elevation in his heart rate. Instead, she allowed herself to simply feel.

Y/N's fingers tangled in her hair as he walked them backward toward their couch, never breaking the kiss. Viv could have calculated the exact trajectory, could have phased them both through any obstacles, but she chose to let him lead, enjoying the slight uncertainty, the human clumsiness of it all. They collapsed onto the couch together, Viv adjusting her density to land perfectly in his lap.