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Physics Tutor!Nanami

Conservation of momentum: if it's just us we can remain at a constant

Content: Friday night party, we're nearing the end y'all, mixed content of angst and fluff, a little sexual action but only if you squint Word Count: 3k Guide

“Nanami, seriously, you’re a grown man,” you mutter, a little annoyed.

This isn’t how you expected to spend to your Friday night, wrangling a six-foot-tall man into his home but your ex-physics tutor came to a frat party and you had actually drank with him. Now you’re facing the consequences.

Earlier in the night, the sight of Nanami in his cute blue sweater, sitting awkwardly as he eyed the couple making out next to him with disgust, was enough to warrant a heart attack. You had offered to drink with him in the garden, to take care of him so he could let loose. For an hour or two, you drank a couple shots, relishing the cool breeze which kept your head screwed tight as you sat beside him.

Gojo had passed by, wriggling his eyebrows at you and making lewd movements with his hands. That hadn’t gone by unnoticed by Nanami, who grew quiet. You thought maybe he was tired, maybe he wanted to go home, and when you suggested you part ways, he gripped your wrist.

“No, don’t go with him,” he slurred.

You didn’t have plans to go with your friend, you were just going to turn in for the night too, but as you looked at the man you’ve been madly in love with for months and saw his ruffled hair, slightly askew glasses, fogging up from the heat his face was producing, and the flush brightening his cheeks, you realised that there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

So, you stayed, sitting on the garden sofa with him. There were a couple other people loitering around, but none really paid any attention, everyone too immersed in their own conversations and lives to notice the two of you in the corner, thighs pressed together and shoulder brushing once in a while.

His heat was permeating, tickling your side, and you couldn't help yourself, you leaned in close, the alcohol in your system made it so effortless to just let his gravitation pull bring you closer. If he noticed, he didn't say a thing.

You made small talk, discussing lectures and assignments. It was easy to talk to Nanami; other people were always so eager to prove themselves academically superior, never really listening to what you had to say, but rather looking for weak points to attack. It was never a conversation and instead a battlefield. And when you complained to your friends, they never seemed to understand.

With him, however, he listened more than he talked. Always. He hummed and nodded, mulling and considering your words carefully like what you had to say was just as important as anything an esteemed lecturer was teaching. With him, you felt like equals. Which was insane because he was Nanami Kento, and you were just the girl he had to tutor.

"I hate that bald Professor!" You groaned. "He's so boring."

He chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "He is rather monotonous, I must admit. You aren't the first student to complain and likely will not be the last."

"Yeah, I bet. But I honestly just don't think he should be a lecturer. I'd probably be a better one than him."

Meeting your gaze, you see the crinkle in the corners of his eyes, the way they soften as they roam your face, stopping by your smile. His fingers twitch on the empty shot glass, skimming the rim just a little before he affirms, "I have no doubts you would be; I can't imagine anyone finding you boring."

Passing each other shot glasses, you'd sip and chat. Nothing about the elephant in the room, not about your confessions, about the odd tension permeating the relationship, certainly not about why he showed up to the party, or why he had become flirtatious. Perhaps it was cowardice that held you both back. Maybe it was the enjoyment of simply existing beside each other, not as classmates, not as tutor and student, and not as two people whose feelings have gotten all tied up.

But as just Nanami and y/n.

Eventually, you both ceased your chattering. Settling to watch the other partygoers or the stars twinkling. Once in a while, he'd point to a star and tell you about its story, and you'd sit entranced by his voice --it's so steady, so smooth and clear, you could listen to it for hours. And when he talked to you of astronomy and gravity and quantum mechanics and the probability of time travel, you thought he should be a lecturer. You'd attend every class, every seminar, and never complain.

"How do you know so much about stars? We don't get taught about constellations."

He lifted one shoulder. "I work at the Eden Observatory part-time."

It was so quintessentially Nanami you didn't question it even though you were bursting to ask. He would have given you all the answers you sought, you're sure by the way he gazes at you expectantly.

Silence passed by, comfortable and soothing. You had no idea what time it was, didn’t care enough to reach forward to get your phone from the table, and neither did Nanami. You thought maybe he was nodding off but when you peered up at him, he was looking down.

At your hand.

“C-can I hold it?”

His voice was gravelly, a hesitation that you’d never heard from him. The way he was gazing down at your hand, limp on your lap, like it was precious, like it was made of glass, and he could be beheaded for daring to even look, made your stomach feel weird. It was the very feeling you had been trying to bury for weeks.

It was dangerous. You’d been working so hard to walk away and he was erasing the line, stretching out his arms to invite you back over. Unwise was what letting him do as he pleased would be, and yet, you found yourself nodding. And when his own hands, warm and large, wrapped around one of yours, you couldn’t fight back the shiver that ran through you.

He was holding you so softly, in a way no one ever has, and you could only gulp. It was as if you had entered enemy territory, foreign and riddled with land mines that could go off and blow everything up if you so as much as made the wrong step. When his thumb grazed your knuckles, your heart skipped a beat.

“Nanami,” you began but his hand squeezed yours and you shut up.

Your ex-physics tutor was still staring at your hand, marvelling at the soft skin, his glasses slide down his nose just a little bit, and you had to push it up with your free hand. That caught his attention, as if remembering there was a person attached to the hand he was holding so carefully.

Clearing his throat, he shook his head, clearly trying to get his bearings. “Y/n, please rethink your decision to drop out.”

“I can’t.” You pulled your hand out of his like it burned. And then you looked away, crossing your arms so you wouldn’t be tempted. “This is for the best.”

“No. You were doing so well, even Professor Yaga had said so.”

With a sigh, you turned back to him, finding his blush endearing. The longer you stared the more it threatened your defences. You couldn’t let him talk you out of it, your sister you could fight off, even Gojo, but not Nanami. Not when every word that came out of his mouth sounded like the Gospel, like undeniable, irrefutable facts.

Standing, you brushed invisible dust off your skirt and looked anywhere but at him. Unsteady, you asserted, “Nanami, I’ll take you back.”

He shook his head, strands of his hair falling over his forehead, obscuring his vision. You brushed them off, so lush under your palm, and he looked up at you like you were an angel -- mouth slightly parted, he blew air in the space between you, eyes slightly glossy as he watched you.

“You’re so beautiful, you know?” He whispered, and then added, his brows furrowing, softening his gaze even further, “It hurts to look at you.”

You staggered back, arms falling to your sides as you gaped at him. You didn’t understand what that meant, what he was trying to say, nor why your heart was clenching so painfully, like someone had reached in and squeezed.

“Maybe you can get your roommate to take you,” you whispered breathlessly.

Nanami shook his head once more, standing up too. His trousers were all crinkled and when he got to his feet he swayed slightly. You rushed over to his side, letting him lean against you. He was heavy, even as he carried most of his weight, and he smelled amazing. Clean, fresh and sweet. It reminded you of a bakery, just after closing, with the scent of butter and vanilla lingering in the air.

“No, Haibara’s with his sister.”

You both began walking, ignoring the staring and whistling people were throwing at you as they noticed both of your existence then. Some girls pointed to Nanami, no doubt recognising him from the List. They whispered amongst themselves, blushing and roving his body. You urged him to walk faster.

“Hey, hey, where are you two lovebirds going?” An irritating voice shouted. “You know my rules about fucking in the house. You have to pay a fee.”

Rolling your eyes, you informed him, “I’m taking Nanami home, he’s a little out of it.”

Gojo scanned your ex-tutor’s face, really looking at him and realising you were right. Suddenly, his grin dropped, and he was nodding to the front door. “Alright, I’ll drive. You seem out of it too.”

And just before you all left through the front door, he yelled to his deputy, “Don’t let the place burn down, it's a pain to deal with.”

The car ride to Nanami’s place passed in another relative silence, both of you in the back as you strapped him in, and your friend hummed to the songs on the radio, drumming his fingers. As obnoxious as Gojo could be, there were these rare moments of maturity and wisdom that people didn't see. But you did. You and Suguru, and these were the very moments that reminded you, no matter what, you would always find a home with him.

Parked, you unbuckled your seatbelt, reaching over the slightly light-headed man and unbuckled him too. His hand brushed your hair, gently, always so gentle. You refused to look at him.

“Let me know if you need a ride back,” Gojo threw at you, going on his phone as you fought to get your ex-tutor out, ignoring the glares you were directing towards him. His helpfulness had reached its max, clearly.

“No, she’s staying with me,” Nanami croaked. He slammed the door a little harder than necessary and you winced. Pointing a finger at Gojo through the rolled down window, he slurred, “You can go.”

Not taking any offence whatsoever, the frat president grinned and winked at you. “Alright, have fun, babes. Wrap it before you tap it. Or not. I'm pretty ready to be a fun uncle.”

And then he was driving off, leaving you crumpling under the weight of your responsibility with your jaw on the floor. That prick. Oh, you were so going to make him pay.

By some miracle, you made it up to his floor with Nanami's jumbled directions, and now here you are, muttering irritated complaints about how clumsy this grown man is despite his age and wisdom.

“Seriously? Nanami, I told you to get it before we reach your door!”

You’re watching Nanami dig through his pockets for his keys, pink tinting the tip of his ears, either with embarrassment or with the warmth of the alcohol. He’s fumbling, muttering curses under his breath as he struggles, clumsy fingers catching on each other. You groan and swat his hands away, trying to get a feel for his keys through his trousers instead.

This is not your first time dealing with drunk men. But it is your first time with a man as adorable as he is, unfortunately.

“Are you mad at me?”

Glancing up, you look at him, exasperated and unprepared for the pout on his face. His glasses are slanted again, and you have no free hands to push them back up — one hand is already holding him up and the other is buried in his pocket searching for his keys and trying to get past the lip balm in there.

"No, Nanami. I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed." You hate that you sound just like your mother, but someone has to be the responsible one. You just never thought it'd ever be you.

He winces. “Please, be careful.”

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

Nanami flushes harder, the tips of his ears matching and he avoids eye contact, stilling your wrist with a firm hand. “No, you didn’t. It’s just…”

You follow his gaze, both of you looking down and seeing something that shouldn’t be happening. You blink, cartoon character style. This is so very bad.

Taking a deep breath, you pull the keys out and mutter weakly, “Found it.”

Once you’re inside, you pull Nanami with you, eyeing his place and appreciating the cleanliness; your place is not nearly as tidy as his. But you do see a messy arrangement of papers on his table. You can imagine a busy Nanami, sitting on the sofa, going over the papers and reading out loud under his breath. You smile.

“Alright, big guy. Where’s your room?”

“Buy me dinner first,” he chuckles to himself. He slumps down on the sofa, the leather creaking under his weight and he shrugs off his sweater, the shirt underneath riding up to reveal his abs. You look away.

Oh, so the man has jokes.

You’re fighting the urge to walk away and with a shaky breath, full of frustration, you very calmly say, “Nanami, it’s late, sweetheart. You’re going to need to go to bed, okay?”

Then he’s smiling up at you, a gummy smile that’s so dopey you can’t help but smile with him.

“I like that.” He tilts his head at you. “I like when you call me sweetheart. Do it again.”

Counting to ten, you try again, “Okay, Nanami. I’ll call you sweetheart when you get in bed. It’s a reward.”

He mouths it back, tasting the word and that seems to resonate with him. Raising a hand out, he’s urging you to help him up and so you step forward, ready to bear his weight again, but then you’re being yanked down, and the world turns upside down.

Nanami’s pinned you to the sofa, leaning over you with a fierce look in his eyes. Gone is the nerdy lightweight, and in his place is the man you’ve caught glimpses of. The one that furrows his brown in a stern scolding, that scribbles frantically on his papers and argues with the professors. Suddenly, he no longer looks his age and instead, appears not as a clumsy college student, but rather as a man.

The kind of man that could command the attention of an entire room.

“You did this to me,” he gestures to his hard on, the very same one you’ve been avoiding staring too long at. “Take responsibility, won’t you, darling?”

You choke on your own saliva. What the fuck?

Shaking your head, you remind yourself, he’s drunk, you’re no longer his student, and you’ve been a pain in his ass the entire time. Don’t take anything he says whilst under the influence to heart. It’s just chemicals in his brain. Just a biological urge. It means nothing.

“Nanami, you’re drunk, let’s drink some water, okay?”

“Four shots is barely anything. I might be a lightweight, but I’m tipsy at most,” he scoffs. Leaning down, he grazes your cheek with his nose, inhaling deep with a groan. “You always smell so good.”

He might claim to be sober enough, but you’re not convinced. Sure, you can’t deny that you want him, but you don’t want him like this; you don’t want to be wanted because the alcohol has clouded his judgment. You want to be seen, as you are and not just another warm body to pass the time.

Slowly, gently and with as much patience as you can muster, you nudge his head from your neck, and say, “You need to let me go, Nanami.”

“No.”

“Nanami.”

“I don’t want you to leave me.” That gravelly voice is back, the one weighed down by some inner turmoil you aren’t privy to, and you can only bite your lip when he presses a tender kiss at the crook of your neck. “I want you any way you’ll let me.”

You’re tearing up. It might be because he’s whispering it right by your ear or because his words sound so sincere, but you feel your bottom lip quiver. This isn’t how the night was supposed to go; you wanted to let loose and forget everything by partying life away, but now you’re practically cuddling with your physics tutor. Ex physics tutor.

Despite being a little out of it and shaking with some unknown emotion, he isn’t suffocating you with his weight. He’s holding himself up in a plank, inhaling your scent and fighting off your weak pushes.

“Please, Nanami. Let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay?”

“You promise?” He lifts his head, lashes fluttering as he searches your features for any hint of deception. “You’re not going to avoid me?”

You shake your head, and he sighs, smiling.

“Good, because I really don’t like it when you do that.”

And then he’s pushing off. A cool breeze brushes past you and you’re shivering from the sudden loss of warmth. Nanami disappears into a room you’re assuming is his and you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When you enter his room, he’s only in his boxers, climbing into bed.

He lifts the cover up and pats the empty space beside him, grumbling, “Come on, I’m cold.”

You sigh, ripping the cover from his hands and tuck him in. “No, Nanami. I’m not sleeping with you. I’m going now so I'll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Almost breaking out into laughter at the scowl that graces his face, you have to distract yourself by pulling his glasses off and folding them onto his bedside table. Like this, he looks so youthful. No longer frowning over data variables or anomalistic lab results, he’s just lying peacefully.

"You aren't better off taking a different course. You work well under my tutelage. Grant me the opportunity to change your mind about everything. Let me show you I didn't mean the things I said," he pleads, eyes flutterings shut.

Hesitant, you say, "I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Nanami."

"Just one chance, y/n. Don't cross this off simply because we reached a bump. You trusted my guidance before, trust me now."

You don't know what exactly he's referring to and you're too scared to ask. All you can do is watch sincerity, a raw kind of pleading, swirl in his vibrant eyes. He has you in his palms and he doesn't even realise.

"Okay."

He’s fast asleep when you leave.

You don’t bother Gojo for a ride back to your home, you texted him your sister's picking you up. She might be asleep by now but you'll wake her up anyways, so you can tell her about everything that's happened and ask for her two cents, because you think Nanami practically confessed his feelings for you. But that doesn’t make sense with all that’s unfolded, right?

How could he possibly like a girl like you?

You’re loud, boisterous, air-headed, and not the kind of girl one takes home to their mother. He deserves a girl that’s as smart, as put together, and mature and wise as he is. Deserves one that hasn’t been tainted by bad decision and nightmares.

Sighing again — you’ve been doing a lot of that lately — you walk home, in the dark, fighting the urge to look back. And as the night’s chill prick your skin, you wonder how Nanami will feel in the morning.

Embarrassment, shame, humiliation?

Whatever it’ll be, you just hope it isn’t regret.

You have enough of that for the both of you.

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f0point5 · 2 years ago

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Max Verstappen x bestfriend!reader Masterlist

She’s still bejewelled - Y/N finds out F1 wag pages are once again speculating she is dating her best friend, Max Verstappen

It’s (not) a cruel summer - Y/N and Max enjoy the summer break

August slipped away - Y/N does a Q&A to catch up with her followers after summer break

Burning red- Lando puts his foot in it

Holy ground - Fans discuss their excitement to see Y/N and Max interact at Zandvoort

I’m the one who understands you - A window into Max and Y/N’s home life

It turned into something bigger - Y/N’s comments about her childhood friend, Mick Schumacher, lead to a social media firestorm

They’d say I’d hustled, put in the work - A look at Y/N’s podcast, Dirty Air(time)

Shake it off - Determined to forget her worries, Y/N goes out parting with Max and Lando

They say home is where the heart is - Fans discuss how Y/N and Max love being roommates

(We’re) in the club doing I don’t know what - Fans look back on Max and Y/N’s Club Rat Renaissance

Pauses, then says, (he’s) my best friend - Y/N spends the day in Amsterdam while Max does press at Zandvoort

How evergreen, our group of friends - Snippets of Y/N and Max’s other friends on the grid and beyond

We’re faster and never scared - It’s a dramatic Friday in the Zandvoort paddock

I watch Superman fly away - The drama continues as Y/N and Mick have a run in in the paddock

Long live all the magic he made - Y/N supports Max as he equals the record for most consecutive wins

Remember the footsteps - A look at Y/N and Mick’s lifelong friendship

He has his father’s eyes…his father’s ambition - A look at Y/N’s relationship with Jos

I love your handshake, meeting my father - Fans discuss Jos’s perspective on Y/N, and her relationship with Max

And maybe it was egos swinging - Everyone speculates about the cause and consequences of Y/N and Mick’s falling out

I fell from the pedestal - Y/N becomes the subject of internet trolling after her fall out with Mick becomes public

Don’t know how long it’s gonna take to feel okay - Unable to deal with the stress and trolling, Y/N goes home to Switzerland, cutting off Max

My reputation’s never been worse so - Y/N’s absence sparks concerns amongst those closest to her

If someone comes at us, this time I’m ready - Y/N’s friends publicly support her as the hate continues

You don’t want to know me, I will just let you down

My words shoot to kill when I’m mad - Mick and Y/N finally talk

Something in your eyes says we can beat this - Max has a tough start to an important weekend, but his luck is about to change

(We) saw something the can’t take away - Y/N is there as Max wins at Monza and breaks another record

This is life before you know who you’re gonna be - Netizens discuss Max and Y/N’s enemy era

20 questions, we tell the truth - Y/N catches up with her followers after a hectic couple of weeks, and meets a man in Monaco

On a Wednesday, in a café - Y/N’s podcast with Daniel leads to some interesting revelations

Do you really want to know where I was? - Y/N and Max spend a day at the factory as rumours begin to swirl

I make it look oh so easy - Y/N and Max choose different confidants as they both attempt to avoid the elephant in the room

You’ll find me on my tallest tiptoes - It gets harder for Y/N to keep her secret

Slow motion, double vision in rose blush - Y/N gets back in the saddle while Max watches from the sidelines in more ways than one

Carnations you had thought were roses - Two of Y/N’s secrets are revealed

Didn’t it all seem new and exciting - Max leaves Y/N behind in Monaco as she reflects on her date

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time - Y/N heads to Switzerland for a special appointment as her relationship with Max is put under a microscope

I don’t wanna miss you like this - Y/N and Max deal with the distance between them differently

Your finger on my hairpin trigger - Tensions run high as Max has a bad day on track and Y/N gets defensive

Takes one to know one - Y/N’s much needed talk with Elliot is interrupted by an explosive qualifying in Singapore

I want to tell you not to get lost in these petty things - Max’s streak comes to an end and he and Y/N look ahead to Suzuka

Forever going with the flow, but you’re friction - Max asking Y/N to fly out early to Japan leads to tension and Y/N turns to Daniel for advice

I drive down different roads - Fans, and Y/N, speculate about her budding relationship

(They) knew what it was, he is in love - Netizens set out to prove that Max is in love with Y/N

(We) counted days, I counted miles, to see you there - Y/N arrives in Japan and is reunited with Max

Balancing on breaking branches - Max receives an unexpected delivery as Y/N answers questions from the media and her mother

It’s you and me, there’s nothing like this - As Max gets back to business as usual in Suzuka, wag social media does it’s thing

My (baby flies) like a jet stream - Max has a good day on track and Y/N’s Vogue article goes live

I can read you like a magazine - The internet reacts to mentions of Max in Y/N’s Vogue article

He’s passing by, rare as a glimmer of a comet in the sky - Red Bull securing the WCC is overshadowed by the revelation that Max hates podcasts

The lingering question(s) kept me up - Y/N does an Instagram Q&A

I just may like some explanations - Y/N answers more questions

How you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry - Set in 2017, we learn what led to Y/N’s dad being dropped as Max’s sponsor, early in their friendship

People started talking, putting us through our paces - When Y/N is spotted out with Elliot, Instagram, Max, and Lando react

I don’t wanna touch you - Y/N finds herself short of breath on her padel date. Later, she appears on Max’s stream

(I) will never make my parents’ mistakes - Y/N’s dad hears about her dating life, and her mother weighs in

Drinking on a (yacht) with you all over me - Y/N and Max kick of his birthday celebrations with a day on the water, while Elliot changes his tune

I’d pick you up and we’d go back in time - Y/N and Max bring in his birthday somewhere special

We’re gonna be timeless - It’s Max’s birthday, but Y/N isn’t the only one planning surprises

Take the moment and taste it - Max enjoys a birthday boat day with family and friends, and Vic makes an accidental discovery

There’s glitter on the floor after the party - It’s the morning after night before. Max and Vic discuss Y/N’s letter

Movin’ on was always easy for me to do - Y/N and Elliot meet up to talk and Y/N’s friend weighs in. Y/N’s tweets irritate Max

Your eyes look like (being at) home - Y/N goes riding, Lando proposes plans, and Max has plans of his own

No I didn’t hear the news, ‘cause we were somewhere else - Max and Y/N arrive in Doha, but rumours about Max’s Monaco exploits follow them

You heard the rumours from (your friends) - Max attends Media Day while Y/N hangs out with an old friend

‘Cause they don’t know about the night in the hotel - Max’s GQ interview exposes an interesting part of Max and Y/N’s past

I was dancing around, dancing around it - Y/N and Clara celebrate Max’s on track triumphs

(You) stand up, champion tonight - Max becomes a three time world champion

This life is sweeter than fiction - Max wins in Qatar in a physically gruelling race

Life makes love look hard - Back in Monaco, Y/N is seen out with Elliot, and he makes a bold suggestion

Can we always be this close? - Y/N and Max have a chill day at home and while Twitter notice Max made an admission in an interview, Y/N makes an admission to Victoria

Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try - Y/N and Max spend a day at the factory, where both realise they may have something to work on

You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me - Y/N’s podcast with Oscar comes out, on the same day she finally films one with Max. Meanwhile, Max uses the sim in an unconventional way

Yes, I remember what you said last night - Y/N’s plans for COTA baffle Christian, and Y/N learns an unexpected fact about the past

Take out, then take me home - Y/N prepares for Austin, and an interview with Max comes out

Love’s a game, wanna play? - Y/N tries her hand at padel after watching Max compete, and Max steams with Redline

Rosé flowing with your chosen family - Clara and Y/N spend the day together, and Clara becomes determined to finish what she started in 2017

(We are) a flight risk, with a fear of falling - Y/N and Max head to the US

Ain’t it funny, rumours fly - Y/N heads to a Ferrari gala as rumours swirl about Max’s next career move amid reports of infighting at Red Bull

As if I don’t already see (it) - The circus settles in to Texas and Y/N’s dad weighs in on Elliot

Can you see right through me? - Y/N and Elliot make a king and awkward paddock debut

I’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night - Y/N sheds light on her dating history while she and Elliot struggle to adjust to life in the paddock

It’s morning now, it’s brighter now - Y/N reaches out to an old friend for support. Meanwhile, Daniel tries to support Max

The moment I could see it - Max takes another win in Austin while Elliot reaches his breaking point

You’ll find the real thing instead - Y/N and Elliot have an honest conversation

In the name of being honest - Bonus part where Y/N answers Instagram questions after the Austin GP

I’m asking you why - More of Y/N’s post Austin Q&A

You’ve got a girl at home and everybody knows that - Y/N and Max are suspects in the wildest paddock rumour yet as they wrap up their trip to Austin

You learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded - Y/N gets brutally honest with Mick as Max plays goalkeeper twice

You saw the truth in me - Max cuts it close before media day as reports surface of security threats in Mexico

They tell you that you’re lucky, but you’re so confused - Max attends a gruelling media day as Y/N deals with the heat of Mexico

Laughing with (your head in my) lap, like you were my closest friend - Everyone has a tough quali day

This is the golden age - Maxico delivers another win, and Y/N celebrates with tequila

(You would never) me darling, but who could stay? - Y/N and Max arrive in Brazil for a short break before the race

No one has to know what we do - Max and Y/N fall off the map and enjoy some private time

I can’t say anything to your face - Max and Y/N continue to leave each other flustered and Max starts press for the Brazilian GP

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm - Max takes pole in difficult conditions and Y/N gets near her breaking point

We were cards sharks, playing games - Max wins the sprint and Y/N wins games of her own

🚨I’ve had to add a second masterlist for all posts after this point. That can be found here 🚨

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laresearchette · 3 days ago

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CBC GEM BLUE CARBON: NATURE'S HIDDEN POWER THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL (Season 3) JUSTIFIED (Season 6) LUCY: THE STOLEN LIVES OF ELEPHANTS

CRAVE TV BERGERS DATELINE: THE TARGET ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND KINDS OF KINDNESS KNEECAP LONG GONE HEROES MEMOIR OF A SNAIL NEVER LET GO SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE STEP BROTHERS TRAGEDIES INVOLOTAIRES (Season Premiere) TRAQUEURS DE CHARS (Season Premiere) THE WISH SWAP

DISNEY + STAR THE ABYSS 4K PETS

NETFLIX CANADA ARE YOU THERE GOD? IT’S ME, MARGARET BLOCKERS THE GARDENER (Spain) MEET THE KHUMALOS (South Africa)

2025 IIHF WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP (TSN) 5:00am: Hungary vs. Japan (TSN) 9:00am: Switzerland vs. Canada (TSN3) 1:00pm: USA vs. Czechia

GSOC CURLING PLAYERS' CHAMPIONSHIP (SN Now) 8:00am: Draw 12: Dunstone vs. McEwen (SN) 11:30am: Draw 13 (SN) 3:30pm: Draw 14 (SNPacific) 7:30pm: Draw 15

2025 AUGUSTA NATIONAL MASTERS GOLF (TSN3) 8:30am: On the Range (TSN4) 10:00am: Second Round (TSN3) 10:30am: Second Round - Featured Groups (TSN5) 12:15pm: Second Round - Amen Corner (TSN3/TSN4) 3:00pm: Second Round (TSN3) 8:30pm: Second Round

MLB BASEBALL (Apple TV+) 6:00pm: Pirates vs. Reds (SN1) 6:30pm: Jays vs. Orioles (SN Now) 7:00pm: Giants vs. Yankees (Apple TV+) 7:30pm: Tigers vs. Twins

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Habs vs. Sens (SN360) 9:30pm: Sharks vs. Oilers (SNWest) 10:00pm: Wild vs. Flames

NBA BASKETBALL (SN Now) 7:30pm: Cavaliers vs. Knicks (TSN/TSN4) 8:30pm: Raptors vs. Mavericks

NLL LACROSSE (TSN5) 8:00pm: Warriors vs. Rock

HOW TO WIN A PRINCE (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: A perennially single dating coach attempts to seduce a prince as she helps him navigate the cut-throat NYC dating scene.

ABOUT THAT (CBC) 8:30pm

KNEECAP (Crave) 9:00pm: When fate brings a Belfast teacher into the orbit of self-confessed "lowlife scum" Naoise and Liam Óg, the needle drops on a hip-hop act like no other. Rapping in their native Irish language, they soon lead a movement to save their mother tongue.

CAMPTON MANOR (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: A horror writer spends the night alone in a mansion to solve a decades-old mystery.

BILLY AND DOM EAT THE WORLD (Flavour Network) 10:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): London: In true Hobbit style, Billy Boyd and Dom Monaghan will wander on foot, searching the hidden side of cities, hunting down their next adventure, taking recommendations, changing plans as they embark on their quest to Eat the World.

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cidnangarlond · 2 years ago

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it's not elephant's foot friday but you should promo me anyway ^_^ I'm sierra/jack I love ffxiv and specific points in history

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incorrect-fnk · 4 months ago

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Date Night

In order to maintain a healthy relationship, Quinn and Alvana think that it is important for them both to spend time as a couple, away from the others, at least once a week. They anoint Friday evening as their designated 'date night'. Maya thinks its stupid as they all see each other enough as it is. Kenzo secretly doesn't think it is such a bad idea.

The first time they go dancing. Alvana dresses in a flowing ivory gown that makes Quinn gape and stutter compliments ("you look beautiful, love" "stop you're making me blush"). He hands her a single white rose and they walk to the dancing hall. When they reach there the band is already playing gentle songs, other couples are holding each other, spinning and twirling, each in their own worlds. Quinn places an arm behind his back and extends the other one out to Alvana who smiles and takes it. His other hand holds her by the waist and hers settles on his shoulder. They dance in perfect precision in time with the ebb and flow of the song, clasping their hands high above their heads as they spin, looking into each other's eyes as they feel the music. Quinn dips her and Alvana's hair grazes the floor and her heart is in her throat, then he kisses her and it falls out of her chest.

Quinn tells Kenzo that it was a perfect evening and he should take Maya. The other boy is sceptical that it is something she would even like and besides he does not dance. But he remembers that Maya grew up rich and probably attended events like balls and galas so he swallows he pride to ask her. She shrugs and says sure but on the night she turns up in a black gown and glitter on her eyes, putting in a lot more effort than her offhand agreement to the date. She matches his appreciative look, surprised to see him in a suit for once ("you scrub up nice" "not so bad yourself, luna"). They get to the venue and upon hearing the band playing Kenzo remembers he can't dance. Maya rolls her eyes and decides to lead so it's her hand on his waist and his on her shoulder. She manages to keep from snapping at him until the fourth time he steps on her toes ("ow! fucking hell" "behave" "i mean, please be careful, darling, light of my life, your elephant feet are breaking my toes"). Kenzo lasts until Maya dips him and decides his pride has taken enough beating. He tries to pull away from her but bumps into the flute pyramid knocking it down, pulling Maya with him, drenching them both in champagne as the crash stuns the band and patrons into silence. They meet each other's eyes and erupt into laughter, Kenzo pulls her up and they run out to the sound of the owner yelling at them and the band starting up again.

The next week Alvana and Quinn get dressed to the nines and go on a dinner date to a lovely restaurant with candles and china plates and table settings, that paired their steak with a lovely red wine and the price only made Quinn sweat a little ("how bad would it be if we ran?"). They talk and laugh, at ease in each other's company, making use of the time where it is just the two of them. Alvana's foot grazes his leg under the table and Quinn holds her hand above it as he feeds her a forkful of his pasta. With full bellies and a little buzzed, evident by their wan smiles and light dusting of pink on their cheeks, they take the dessert home walking arm in arm along the canal in the moonlight. Happy and content after a simple meal and a perfect night they gush about how good the restaurant was to the others.

Maya and Kenzo think that they will be safe taking this suggestion from the happy couple, how could they go wrong with a simple restaurant? It turns out, very. They decided to forgo wine in favour of extra appetisers and went overboard eating fingerfoods. They kept count of each piece they ate, trying to outdo the other. The waitstaff even placed bets on who they thought would win, staying well past closing to see it through. The competition ended with the pair ordering an extravagant dessert, aka everything on the dessert menu piled into one bowl and topped with ice cream and syrup. They groaned all the way home ("this is your fault"), clutching each other and rubbing their sore bellies.

The following Friday, Quinn and Alvana decide to go on an earlier date to the zoo. Alvana marvels at the big cats as they preen and stretch, showing off their big teeth as they yawn ("aw, Q, look at this one isn't she gorgeous?"). Quinn loves the way her eyes sparkle as she watches them with wide eyes ("yes, she really is, darling"). They traipse through the park arm in arm, planning a perfect route on the map, making the most of the time to see everything. Quinn's favourite was the aviary, and it's Alvana's turn to appreciate the look of awe on his face as he watches the birds take flight all around them. He points out his favourites and Alvana laughs and kisses his cheek. She gets a picture of him next to a peacock and he returns the favour when a butterfly lands on her nose in the butterfly house.

Kenzo thinks going to the zoo is asking for trouble but Maya insists, she had a special interest in animals as a kid that never really left. The day goes well, at first, Kenzo nods appreciatively as Maya rattles off facts she remembers with excitement. But he swears the tiger was looking at him funny. ("It's a tiger, Kenzo, that's just her face.") They get something to eat but the peacock stays uncomfortably close to Kenzo the whole time and when the goat at the petting zoo chases him around the pen Maya agrees something is up. It's only when they visit the primates does she really kick off. An ape very clearly flips Kenzo off and Maya gapes in outrage, she shouts and swears at it through the bars even as Kenzo tells her to calm down. ("No, who does he think he is? That's my boyfriend, idiot!") The monkey throws a banana at her and Kenzo ("hey! back off!") throws a food pellet back with great accuracy. The rest of the animals in the cage join in, pelting them with various half-eaten fruit and vegetable and the couple heatedly throw them back until they are kicked out of the zoo with the invitation to never return.

For the next date Quinn surprises Alvana with a cooking lesson he booked weeks in advance from some posh French chef in the city. They don't often cook but it is a simple enough class with other couples that they make friends with, because, of course they do. They make a pie and drink too much wine as they chop and sauté veggies. The chef encourages them to get hands on and tells the guys to stand behind the girls as they knead the dough together. Its a very sensual experience heightened by the delectable chocolate fondant cake they make for dessert. Quinn smudges flour on Alvana's nose and their kisses taste of the dark chocolate batter they couldn't help but taste. The night is rounded off with a well-earnt meal that they enjoy with the other couples who are so nice and normal and different from their usual company ("we need other friends" "aw, i kinda miss them"). They box up the leftovers for Genevieve, of course.

Maya and Kenzo could not book the lessons and Maya thinks its pretentious anyway, they already know how to cook. So they decide to stay in and bake because we're not fucking copying everything you do Quinn. While they each can cook a decent meal baking is not part of their repertoire as it is a luxurious hobby neither could afford, one for money and one for time. So they endeavoured to bake gingerbread cookies, perfect for the winter. Kenzo decides mixing by hand is for amateurs and since they do not have a electric mixer at home he duct tapes a whisk to a power tool and gets flour everywhere. They re-weigh the ingredients and decide doing it by hand it probably for the best. The dough comes out great but Maya rolls it unevenly so the bake is uneven, some of them are perfect and others thick and underdone. Kenzo's second bright idea of the evening is to use his powers to rectify the mistake ("don't worry, babe, i got it") he did not, in fact, have it. The other cookies burn ("great now look what you've done, idiot"). The next batch is rolled evenly but Kenzo thinks they can get it done faster by putting more on and they melt into one misshapen slab. the next tray also burns because they are too distracted to remember to take them out. but the final two trays are perfect. until they decorate them and turn them into hideous abominations, some of them smashed due to frustration ("calm down its not the cookie's fault you're a fucking idiot") and others desperately glued together with icing ("no i'm telling you this will work"). Caleb said they taste good though, so not a total loss.

When Milo asks how date night is faring for the couples. Quinn and Alvana smile widely, already cuddling on the sofa, and say that it has really helped them get closer and given them quality time as a couple doing normal romantic things outside of saving the world every other day. Milo tells them he is pleased for them and turns to the other couple who are too busy making out to even notice their presence let alone hear the question asked. ("I'm just going to take that as a positive.")

#quinn #alvana #kenzo #maya #quilvie #lunazaki #a long one #to celebrate 250 incorrects

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