#kait you are so talented

[forzalando]

i'm giggling and kicking my feet, this was absolutely the cutest thing ever. and after doing 5 hours of grad school work this evening, i'm feeling so incredibly (not) normal about this fic. can max come leave me notes in my textbooks. asking for a friend (me).

hi kait!! finally found my way into your inbox, i feel like it’s been a tiiiny bit overdue 😭

i’d love to request writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random pages of their textbook, so that they will get a little endorphin boost when studying with oscar if that’s okay! (or max, if you wanna give a hand at writing for him)

liyah!!! you're right on time babe, thank you so much for this request! i had so much fun writing this and i'm hoping i did max justice <3

max verstappen x reader, 2k, a dash of google translated dutch lol. request something from here!

“Fuck!” 

Your forehead thunks down against your open textbook for what feels like the millionth time. You feel like you’ve been staring at the same page for hours, yet you still can’t seem to make any sense of what you’re looking at, and it makes you want to scream. 

Now don’t get it wrong, you love learning and you’re fortunate enough to be pursuing an advanced education, but it’s at times like these you wonder if it’s all worth it. There’s so much information to take in and not enough hours in the day to remember it all, and you’re running out of time before you have to take this godforsaken exam that could prevent you from moving to the next level of courses. 

No pressure, or anything, of course. 

“Careful, mijn liefje, you're too smart to be banging your head on the table like that.” Max’s voice rings out from behind you, and you’re too tired to even jump. You hadn’t even heard him let himself into your apartment, let alone sneak up on you. He leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“I don’t feel smart,” You huff, feeling his hands smooth along your shoulders. “I feel like an idiot.” 

“You’re not an idiot.” He replies, very as-a-matter-of-factly. His thumbs press into the knots at the base of your neck like he knows exactly where they are, rubbing slow circles. You don't see it, but he scans your surroundings with a furrowed brow as he massages your stiff muscles. 

The table around you is littered with things—crumpled papers, empty Red Bull cans, an entire stationery store’s worth of pens and highlighters, and most worryingly, your still completely full water bottle. If that sight is any indication, he can safely assume you probably haven’t left your place in this chair for a while. 

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way because I mean it from a place of love, but when was the last time you got some sleep?” 

“What? I dunno, like yesterday—wait, what day is it today?” 

Max presses his lips into a thin line. He’s never been one to worry too much about your studies, because you’re fully capable of keeping things in order yourself, but it might be starting to get out of hand. Now feels like a good time to step in and take matters into his own hands. “If you have to think that hard about it, it’s been too long.” 

Finally you look up at him, and boy is he right. You look utterly exhausted, even as you vehemently shake your head side to side. “I’m not tired, Max. I need to study.” 

“You’ve been studying for ages. What you need is rest.” 

“I can’t. I don’t have time for rest, I need to be ready for my exam,” You argue, already turning back to your textbook. Max crouches down next to you, blanketing your knee with a large, warm palm. His other hand eases the pen out of your grasp, fingers lacing with yours instead. 

“Please take a break, schatje. If not for yourself, do it for me.” 

One look at those pretty, pleading blue eyes of his and you cave, nodding defeatedly. “Maybe a little nap couldn't hurt.” 

Max nods enthusiastically, gently pulling you out of your seat and towards the hallway leading to your bedroom before you have a chance to reconsider. You’re leaning heavily against him, basically already half asleep as he guides you down onto the soft mattress as easily as he can. 

“Wake me up in twenty minutes, please,” You mumble, giving a sluggish tug at his hand. 

“Of course.” 

He won’t, but you don’t need to know that. Max will gladly take any consequences if it means you get at least an hour of rest, hopefully more. Your health and wellbeing is the most important thing to him. 

Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord mere seconds later, soft snores emitting from your mouth even before Max pulls the covers up to your chin.

“Not tired, my ass,” He chuckles under his breath, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before exiting the room as quietly as he can. 

While you get some much needed sleep, Max organizes your study space a little, tossing away the cans and wrappers, plugging in your computer to charge, then moves onto the kitchen and cleans up in there too. 

The living room area is next on his checklist; blankets get folded and put back in their rightful spots, and windows get opened because he won’t lie, the air smells a little stale in here. He figures a complete reset and a neat area might help ease your mind when you wake up. 

As he surveys his tidy job, his eyes land on your open textbook, then the massive stack of multicolored post-it notes next to it. He might not be able to help with the studying part, but there is something he can do about keeping your spirits up while you work on the former. 

He settles himself into your chair, hunching over at the desk as he scribbles notes to you. Encouragements, affirmations about how bright you are and how proud he is of you, dumb jokes to hopefully make you laugh, even his best shot at the little cute doodles you draw for him on the whiteboard of his driver’s room whenever you’re in there waiting for him. Obviously, they’re nowhere near as good—Max has never claimed to be much of an artist—but hopefully they’re enough to give you a little mood boost during your study sessions. 

Being careful to mark your spot, he scatters the sticky notes randomly throughout the crisp pages. 

You rouse from your sleep hours later, barely able to get a word out before Max ushers you to the bathroom to relax in the hot bath he’s drawn for you. Despite your protests, you sink into the nearly scalding water (which is just the way you like it) with an appreciative sigh.

Only once you’re fresh and clean and thoroughly pampered by your boyfriend does he let you come back to where you were when he first found you earlier today. But it looks different. It’s not a mess anymore. Upon glancing around the rest of the place, you can tell that he’s done quite a bit whilst you were passed out. 

“Did you…clean my apartment while I was asleep?” You ask in bewilderment, taking in the neatly organized space with wide eyes. It even smells fresh, lemony and bright and not at all like the despair of an overworked twenty something year old student during exam season. 

“Yep.” Max says simply, popping the ‘p’. 

“Why?” You’re not mad in any way, shape or form, just simply stunned. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you and Max just shrugs like it’s no big deal. His nonchalance still takes you aback sometimes. 

“Thought it might help. Anyways, you get one hour to study, then you’re taking a break even if I have to drag you away from that book myself,” He warns, pinning you to the spot with a stern glare. “I’ll be in the other room, but I have a timer on, so don’t even try to pull one over on me. One hour. Call out if you need anything.” 

He kisses you firmly on the side of your head and then he’s gone, leaving you alone to hit the books once more. 

Slumping into the chair with a groan, you shake your head not unlike a dog would, flipping open your book again to where you’d left off. Your head feels a little clearer now, a little less foggy now thanks to Max’s efforts, and you’re hoping it’ll make a difference. 

Your gaze is immediately drawn to a bright green sticky note a few pages later, off in the side margins. It isn’t one of your notes though, but rather Max’s tiny handwriting, an odd mixture of lower and uppercase letters spelling out a message. 

You’re doing an amazing job. Keep pushing!

Before you know it, you’ve flipped through the entire book in your search of more notes from Max, your grin only growing bigger and bigger with each one you find. 

Why don’t dinosaurs talk? Because they’re dead. 

I’m proud of you for making it this far. You’re so smart. 

What are Sassy and Jimmy’s favorite day of the week? Cat-urday. 

If you find this one, we’ll go to Bora Bora during summer break. 

That last one is tucked in the back cover, signed and dated by him. You plan to keep it as undeniable proof when the time comes, though you suspect he won’t try to deny it. He’d be happy to whisk you off to any place you wanted if you asked. 

Every single one of his notes makes you grin like an idiot, but his attempts at drawing his cats are your favorite ones of all. It takes you a few moments to understand what exactly you’re looking at, but when you squint at what could be the outline of Sassy’s ears, it makes you actually laugh out loud. 

Warmth spreads from your head to the tips of your toes at the thought of Max taking the time to do all this for you, even though he really didn’t have to. When you think about it, he’s always been this way—showing that he cares through his actions. Taking care of his loved ones without having to say a word. It’s one of the many things you love about him.

Like always, Max is true to his word. One hour later on the dot, he marches back in with gusto. 

“Alright, break time! Let’s go get some food. Lando keeps waffling on about some Greek place that’s apparently super popular and the best he’s ever had, if you don’t mind—” He stops mid sentence and mid stride at the sight of you staring back at him. You’re not smiling, but you also don’t look angry. It’s actually a little unsettling, really. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” 

You barrel into Max with enough force to make him stumble backwards a few steps, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He lets out a soft noise of surprise at having to catch you all of a sudden, one that is quickly stifled because your lips are on his now, and you’re kissing him the same way you do when he comes home after a triple header and you haven’t seen him in weeks. 

The kiss is short, but teeming with emotion. Love, appreciation, gratitude—you kiss Max with everything you’ve got, and when you pull away he looks pleasantly confused. 

“What was that for, schatje?” He chuckles, smoothing a hand up and down your back. You can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Everything.” You mumble, pressing your face into the softness of his jumper. Another laugh rumbles through him, fonder this time. 

“Everything.” He repeats. You nod against his chest, and he knows what you’re trying to say, even if you’re not saying it. He sighs contentedly, nestling his chin over the top of your head. 

You’d stay like this forever if you could, if neither of you had things to do and places to be. Just you and your Max, who knows you so well you don’t even have to tell him what you need. And what you need right now is food. 

Max rocks you side to side, voice light as he ponders the options, because he just knows what you’re thinking already. “If we hurry, we could probably still get a table before the Greek place closes. Or maybe not, but I’ll pay them extra to stay open for us.” 

“I like the way you think, Maxie.” You beam, kissing him again. A little too quickly for his liking, but he doesn’t mind. As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

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[bunnyboyzyon]

awiwsuzshwqvah @kthecritter 's moodboards are giving me the good kind of brainrot and I wanted to make one so so so

tis for @ethereal-forest-furry bc they're bestie

I have much to learn and improve on, it is much harder than kaite makes it seem 😿

Xer so talented definitely check xem out like right now or I'll bite you

[marshmallowprotection]

Hii Kait!! I’m a contributor for the Poppy Fields Ray zine and I just wanted to say that I am so happy and proud to work alongside you, this has been my favorite tumblr blog for 2 years and I admire you so much! I’m very grateful for this opportunity. :-) 💜

I'm happy to be able to work alongside y'all as well! We're just getting started, and it'll be a while before we have anything to share with the public, but I know with the team we've put together that it's gonna be amazing! I hope people are looking forward to the final product when it comes out! It's simply an honor for me to be able to work with other creators! Everyone in our fandom is talented, and it's a joy to be able to uplift other people.

[rhythmreborn]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWIIIINNN!!!!! I hope you know how lovely and special you are and that you are so talented and I just love ya so much!!! MWAH MWAH MWAH

(Below is a photo of Danny and his feelings that were not celebrating together)

KAIT MY BELOVED. ILYSM. I HOPE YOUVE HAD THE BEST DAY EVER!!! I wouldn’t want to share a birthday with ANYONE ELSE you are BEAUTIFUL and WARM and TALENTED and JUST THE ABSOLUTE BEST

(We WILL spend a birthday together I am declaring it now!!!)

[ohhoneypascal]

💌 😘

Kait my lovely🫶🏻

I absolutely adore you, you’re the most sweetest and kindest human. I love your writing and you’re beyond talented and amazing. You deserve all the love! I love you so so so much 💕🫶🏻

[alms4oblivion]

17,21,28 please!!

17 - favorite opening line. Hmm...this exercise has shown me that maybe I need to put more attention into these, because my opening lines are not particularly impressive. I'll go with Bridgerton AU, chapter 6:

Loyalty is the mortar that binds family and friendship; without it, those around us are no more to us, and we no more to them, than stones cast about by the roadside.

21 - something that surprised you and did it change the story. I think the end of Bridgerton surprised me a bit, in that, as originally conceived, that fic had one less chapter and Ava was going to stay, like Kate did in the show. When I got to that point, I realized that it didn't make sense for Ava to stay, given where she was at that point, so we got a much longer, darker chapter, with some more pain before the happy reunion.

28 - if this were an awards show, who would I thank. Certainly all the creatives behind Warrior Nun, not least Alba Baptista and KTY for their incredible portrayal of these characters. All the SMAU writers on Twitter who got me into fan works, especially Amandine and Teddy, whose threads of SMAUs and recommended fics led me to AO3 specifically. Erin, for the Avatrice Big Bang, which really increased my comfort level interacting with the fandom and was such a wonderful safe space to interact with people. Autumn, for my pfp and the first fan art anyone did for something I wrote, that will always be so special to me. All the fan artists who have drawn something that I wrote, all the readers, all the commenters, everyone who left kudos, everyone who has ever shared how something I wrote made them feel. Casper and Thistle for showing me new ways to write and think about these characters. Maggie, Andi, Sheep, Chips, Adler, Wyper, Charlie, Kait, Jae, and Cath for their friendship and thoughts and encouragement and so much more. And all the incredible writers in this fandom (INCLUDING YOU CHAR, YOU'RE AMAZING, THANK YOU) for sharing your creativity and talents. (I could go on, but I feel like I would have been played off a while ago)

[forzalando]

💌😁🫶🏼

oh kait, i truly truly from the bottom of my heart just adore you so much😭 i feel like i’ve known you forever actually, it’s such a special feeling! seeing you on my dash, in my inbox, in my notifs - it genuinely makes my day and brings a smile to my face. you are so beyond talented (speaking of, i saw you posted an oscar fic and i am soooo sat) and i am a bundle of excitement when i see you’ve posted. you are always so supportive, so kind, so lovely, i truly feel so lucky to know you!! you are important to me💛 love you so so much!!

mutuals send me a 💌 so i can love on you!!

[readyforthegarden]

Hey Kait… two things.

First, I love you so very much ❤️

And second, I read the entirety of Bubblegum in one sitting the other night… literally could not put my phone down, I am in love with Jake, he is my everything. You are so talented and amazing ❤️

Hannah!! 🥹🥹🥹

I’m gonna cry coming from someone who writes as beautifully as you do???? That’s such an incredible compliment I’m so honored, thank you!! We have a few more visits from Bubblegum Jake coming up and I’m so excited to be writing him again!! 💖💖💖

[losfacedevil]

🍓 oops dropped a strawberry here!!

Oh no! I’ll dust it off for you, five second rule!! Kait my love, you are so so talented, and such a lovely person. There’s not enough words in the world to tell you how much I love and cherish you 💜

[lesbianrobin]

omg em i missed your BIRTHDAY???? good thing you are so sexy and smart and talented every day of the year, so my message is always applicable 🥰 i hope you had a wonderful day!

kait i'll cry this is so sweet :') i did have a pretty good day and i appreciate your message a lot!!!

[rachelchapuis-nyc]

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

We visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art this week, specifically the Karl Lagerfeld: A Line of Beauty exhibit. The whole morning was so peaceful and exciting.

Kait and I started off our morning with coffee then got on the subway to Central Park. We wanted to walk through Central Park to get to the Met. It was so peaceful and there were so many cute dogs!

Once we got to the Met, we waited in line for the building to open. We found our class and headed to the exhibit. I had never been to the Met, which was much larger than I thought.

Walking into the exhibit, we noticed a Karl Lagerfeld quote saying, "Fashion does not belong in a museum" above the entryway which I found interesting and a bit humorous considering the exhibit was precisely that.

I found the exhibit so unique and powerful. You could really see the talent within every garment. The designs that had sketches of the original idea were my favorite.

You could really see the details of the garments. You could see every bead, thread, texture, etc. It was so beautiful and impressive.

There were garments that were inspired by paintings that were so incredible and creative. I was in awe by how similar the garments were compared to the paintings.

After the Karl Lagerfeld exhibit, Kait and I wanted to see the van Gogh exhibit, but we couldn't find it anywhere and we really wanted to visit the rooftop before we left. We had a hard time finding the elevator to the rooftop but once we did it was worth it. There was an Egyptian-inspired installation by an artist that was beautiful.

The view on the rooftop was jaw-dropping.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art was an incredible experience, and I will be visiting again.

[jittyjames]

thanks for the tag @youreverydaydemikid and @the1laff!!!

1. are you named after someone?

mhm. my father and my grandfather. femme version of james and all that.

2. when was the last time you cried?

i surprisingly don't cry often it's prob the trauma and repression. i think the last time might have been when my friend died. there could be other times that aren't coming to mind, but that's the one that sticks out as a big cry

3. do you have kids?

no. and given that i'm a lesbian with pcos, i doubt i ever will

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

occasionally, but not much at all. i'm usually very straight forward!!

5. what sports do/have you played?

my parents didn't believe in letting me play sports as a kid (don't ask) but now i'm getting into tennis with kait!!

6. what’s the first thing you notice about someone?

usually clothes and noses because i'm horrible at eye contact

7. scary endings or happy endings?

it depends on what mood i'm in tbh!

8. do you have any special talents?

none. none whatsoever. i'm a very boring person. i'm average at everything i do. always an angel and never a god.

9. where were you born?

tennessee (🤢)

10. what are your hobbies?

WRITING!! OMG WRITING!! but also baking!!! and i'm really into watching films. i used to run a twitter account for them.

11. do you have any pets?

i have six pets (3 cats and 3 dogs) in the house thanks to my housemates, but i only officially own and fully financially support two of them (luna and azula, naturally)

12. how tall are you?

5'8

13. favourite subject in school?

history and literature

14. what’s your dream job?

i'd love to be a writer or direct, but unfortunately that's pretty impractical for me, so i suppose i'll just be a guidance counselor at a school or something (that's my way of saying i'm twenty and have no idea)

15. what colour are your eyes?

dark blueeee!

15 questions for 15 mutuals

❤️ Thanks for the tag, @descendantdragfi, @obscurus-noctem and @fluttereyes  ❤️

1. Are you named after anyone? Not directly, but my mother chosed a name of  a british singer she liked when she was living in UK, years before my birth. The singer was already completely forgotten when I was born though. :p

2. When was the last time you cried? Full tears, I don’t remember, but last week, I had really teary eyes reading a journalist I was follwing on Twitter was dead.

3. Do you have kids? No.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? To me, to life, quite often, though I’m probably more ironic than sarcastic, but  not to others, it can be hurting. Yep, I’m a soft heart. :p

5. What sports do you play/have you played? Gosh, none, I’ve always hated sport (and it’s mutual). I walk and do yoga alone, but I don’t consider that as sports.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Actually it depends on who are these people, where we are, and why I meet them!

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings can quickly run on my nerves, so scary movies (but they can run on my nerves too! :D)

8. Any special talents? Nope, absolutley none. I can’t even move my eyebrows in a funny way or whatever useless talent, so let’s not talk about outstanding ones!

9. Where were you born? Paris, France.

10. What are your hobbies? Huuuuh, would you believe it if I’d say Sims and CC making? :D Also baking and gardening (though that last one is more something I do because I want to eat healthy vegetables, not because I have a passion for gardening). And reading!

11. Do you have any pets? No

12. How tall are you? 1,78 m

13. Fave subject in school? It used to be literature but it would be history nowadays.

14. Dream job? Not needing to work would be my dream life. Then, a dream job? :/ 15. Eye colour? Blue.

Tagging (I tried to pick people who haven’t replied already, sorry if you did in the meanwhile! ;D Also, feel free to ignore, as usual!): @tragicpixel, @treason-and-plot, @tsims, @camisulsul, @nessysims, @grandelama, @eisfee, @pixelbots, @lilidebergerac, @simlicious, @laurademelza, @simsaralove, @kimmiessimmies, @pancakebobs, @theplumdot

[deansawthetvglow]

are you still doing these? 💌 also 🤲❤️ here’s a heart for you

hey who r u

[kaitsawamura]

Hi Kait💖 Toy Box is currently my favorite fic I’ve written. That one is pretty long though so if you’re not wanting to read a long one then Water Under the Bridge is my second fave!

I’ll leave it up to you! And thank you for this really cute idea

mutuals send me the link to your fave fic you've written and i'll compile a playlist!

; toy box

the fic

the playlist

; author's note

Okay, Marq. I have a huge bone to pick with you. You wrote this so f*cking well. I f*cking love this bread. It was nourishing. And warm *eyes* and just... I will never meet Katsuki. Because he's n*t r**l and I absolutely HATE IT.

That is my bone to pick. You wrote him too well and now NO ONE WILL EVER MATCH UP. It's the cruelest best thing you could have ever done to me. And now I have to live with it.

[ahogedetective]

@ultstudents continued from - { x } !

He had expected that reaction, knowing Kaito doesn’t like to be helped by others. Seeing him grip his side while wheezing and coughing, only made the concern grow more on Shuichi’s face. And just as he was about to insist, he gives a relieved smile when Kaito changes his mind. “Thank you... I promise I will be careful. One moment-!” Shuichi takes a second to retrieve a medical kit, along with a small bucket of water and a cloth, in case he will have to clean the injury first. He puts it all on the table beside him as he sits down on the chair pulled in front of the other.

“And I know you don’t, so I’m happy you’re willing to let me help you, Kaito. I’m always depending on you, after all... so I want you to be able to do the same when it comes to me, okay? Now, move your hand, please... I’ll clean the injury first, just to be safe.” And once Kaito does, Shuichi would dampen the cloth before carefully proceeding to clean the wound.

“Now do you mind telling me how you... got this, exactly? I can see you injured your side somehow, but...”