#yeah I’m still at the mf restaurant

[galaxostars]

presque vu (almost seen): the intense feeling of being on the very brink of a powerful epiphany, insight, or revelation, without actually achieving the revelation

Sirius Black is born.

Sirius Black dies.

Everything in between is the unknown.

—from the fic Presque Vu by @starsworth

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

hii congrats on 5k!! i love your writing ! if you’re still celebrating could i request a carmy blurb where maybe you’re syd’s besite and carmy has this biggggest crush on you (im talking this mf is Yearning) and she gets on him sooo hard about it like teasing him and reader and him end up together ? TIA <3

Not So Secret.

carmen berzatto x female reader

warnings - cursing.

written for my 5k celebration- post here, masterlist here, inbox here.

“You’re gonna stare a hole through her fuckin’ head.”

“Shut up.”

Richie laughs, following Carmens eyeline to where it’s fixed on you.

You’re stood in the restaurant with Sydney, both of you giggling at something she’s showing you on her phone. When you look up, you smile at Carmy, all soft and sweet and like butter wouldn’t melt. He almost melts, a puddle of yearning on the kitchen floor.

Sugar appears next to the two of you, holding out a piece of paper.

“This is a really rough draft of what we kind of want them to look like. Obviously you have full control, but this is kind of the vibe?”

When Carmen mentioned wanting a more personal touch on the menus, Sydney quickly offered your services. You’re the most artistic person she knows, gifted with naturally gorgeous handwriting that almost looks like calligraphy. Plus, she knows how much everyone at The Bear likes you, having been a part of their transformation. It’s a win - win.

“Yeah, I get you. So you want the title words like Dessert in more of a cursive, and then the actual dishes and descriptions in a typeface?”

“Yes! Do your thing. We trust you.”

She gives you a side hug, careful not to hit you with her bump.

“I’m gonna need some nice paper, and probably a new calligraphy pen so I can start from scratch. I’m gonna head to the craft store, and I’ll be back.”

“Carmy will go with you!”

Richie shouts it from the doorway, where he’s been not so subtly watching the conversation. Carmy blushes, clearly caught off guard.

“He needs to go to the craft store too, right Cousin? Good. Go. Bye!”

Carmy’s practically being pushed out the door, uncomfortable and flustered. You smile reassuringly, grabbing your bag and walking over to your car.

“You’re okay with me driving?”

“Course. Shouldn’t I be?”

You laugh, and he can’t help but grin, the sound settling nicely into his ribcage to warm him up.

“I’m a good driver, I promise. Despite what Sydney might say.”

He looks worried but gets in anyway, ever trusting you and anything you do.

He can’t help but sneak glances at you as you drive. You’re completely focused on the road in front, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you concentrate. Carmy feels heat bloom across his chest at the action, wishing he could reach out and release it for you before you draw blood.

A text chimes through the air, startling you both. You press the button on your steering wheel so your car can read the message out loud.

From Sydney: Carmy. Tell her immediately or I’ll lock you in the walk in freezer. Sick of you acting like a lovesick puppy. This is your chance. Don’t blow it, asshole. We’re all tired.

Both of you freeze, your hands tightening on the wheel. Carmy wants to throw himself out of the moving car, but decides against it at the last minute.

You pull the car into the craft store parking lot, choosing a space and yanking the handbrake on. You turn to him, looking at him for the first time since the bombshell.

He’s blushed all over, chest heaving and bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You almost want to reach out and release it for him, before he draws blood.

“Carmy.”

“I think, uh, yeah, I just - that was clearly sent to the wrong person. Not meant for you.”

You laugh, suddenly, and it spooks Carmy so much that he jumps out of his skin.

“Yeah, Carm. That I figured.”

He laughs with you then, unsure and nervous. You reach out and place a hand on his knee, trying to calm him down. It just makes his heart lurch.

“What’s Syd talking about? Tell me what?”

He looks down at his lap, hands knotted together.

“I think you know.”

“Wanna hear you say it,” you whisper.

He finds the courage to meet your gaze, taking a deep breath.

“I like you. So much. I can’t stop talking about you to anyone and everyone that’ll listen - to the point that everyone at The Bear gives me so much shit for it. Sydney won’t get off my back, either. She says I’m ‘yearning’.”

You chuckle, rubbing patterns into the material of his jeans with your thumb.

“They’ve all made bets,” he continues, “about if I’ll ever tell you or not.”

“Who bet on you? And who against?”

“Syd and Richie against me. Marcus too. Tina and Sugar are on my side. Not sure why.”

“Wanna make Tina and Sugar some money?”

He quirks a brow questioningly, eyes going wide when you lean over the centre console and plant your hands on either side of his face. You’re so close to him that your breaths tangle together, one set of lungs working overtime.

“Kiss me, Carm.”

He doesn’t think twice, closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours. You tangle your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer. His hands find your back, tugging you into him as much as the limited space allows.

You whine when he bites at your lip gently, and he has to pull away to take a steadying breath before he passes out.

“You should get your eyes checked.”

He tries to process for a moment.

“Huh?”

“You must be blind if you can’t see how much I like you, Carm. How much I’ve always liked you.”

He grins at you, bright and white, and you shake your head before leaning in to kiss him again.

When you don’t make it back into the restaurant that day, everyone has never been happier to not see the both you.

[notjanine]

INTERESTING day. good but interesting

forgot to recap my last date with tech guy- we met for a morning showing of glass onion, spent all afternoon at the botanical garden i’ve been meaning to visit since i moved here, and then got dinner at my favorite cafe in the city (which he hadn’t been to before). it was so fun and it was ALL DAY and i like him

and todayyyyyy i’m going to his place :)

[nation-wide-is-bi-your-side]

this was such an incredible episode oh my god. sorry for shitty formatting am on mobile

- jamie running while tied to roy’s bike in the opening

- jack giving the signed dickens first edition to keeley with the message to make her laugh

- “right?” “YES CHEF”

- sam wanting the restaurant to be absolutely perfect for his dad!!!

- more focus on sam this episode in general. i missed him in sunflowers!!

- beard’s total football powerpoint presentation

- trent’s funny little skeleton shirt :)

- “I WAS ROBBED!” jamie i would die for you

- “ITS MY MOTHER PROUDLY DISPLAYING HER VIBRATOR ON THE BEDSIDE TABLE!!!”

- barbra are you okay??

- keeley “oh we’re just good friends!!!” jones

- “how do you tell if a girl likes you or is just being nice?” “you can’t” x100

- “well marriage is a big commitment you know” “no im talking about pegging”

- the entire Pegging Conversation

- baz stating that his brother is a male whore

- “but luckily i’m in a good mood (: so you’ve only gotta do that for tHE WHOLE FUCKING PRACTICE!!!!”

- despite being in the background roy was an absolute gem this episode

- keeley being so awkward with jack

- jack declaring their relationship to the office

- barbra’s “no that’s enough dan, thank you”slay

- rebecca and keeley talking about mr amsterdam and jack

- “gezellig 🥰 but yeah i would have liked to have seen his penis”

- the comparisons between jack and rupert are making me nervous

- rebecca doesn’t want keeley to get hurt the same way she did 😭

- nate made his niece’s vision happen 🥺

- his rejection monologue

- brenda barot that evil woman

- sam was so polite in his call out but that bitch was awful to him

- nate’s awkwardness with jade

- “i like to eat my breakfast without chewing”

- beard and will switching places

- WILL’S PAPER BEARD

- poor leslie in this episode for nothing but burns

- tedtrent content

- lasso my man cool it with the heart eyes

- the hostess wondering where nate is

- THE DICK STRING????

- baz just wanted to be joined with his homies by the penis 😔

- ROY’S EVIL LITTLE GIGGLE

- HIS FACIAL EXPRESSION WHEN THEY THOUGHT JAMIE HURT HIS DICK

- his disappointment when jamie’s penis was okay

- GET THAT RACIST BITCH’S ASS SAM

- nate was so proud of his craft project! and it was adorable! and then he tripped and dropped it and it got run over!

- the fact that nate didn’t run away and still asked jade out despite making a fool out of himself in public says A LOT about his growth this season

- jade saying yes with no hesitation! and nate was so happy!

- the restaurant being destroyed fucking gutted me. sam’s devestation and sisi’s quiet anger. god.

- return of the Gay Mug™️

- “next time we do this drill, we tie multiple guys’ dicks to one guy’s dick”

- ted looking at trent like he’s the single most important person in the world. tedtrents we are FEASTING this episode

- toheeb jimoh fucking blew me away this episode. the way he portrayed sam’s rage and heartbreak and frustration was incredible.

- sam’s dad being so open and warm and kind and loving in a show largely about shitty fathers. sam breaking down in his arms and ola just holding him. can this man adopt me please?

- “you do it for yourself.”

- “don’t fight back. fight forward.”

- the awkwardness between ola and rebecca cause sam told him about sleeping with her. tension so thick you could cut it with a mf butter knife

- the bar trio having full trust in ted and the team

- “since i was a straight fella” yeah okay mr ted “heart eyes for trent independent” lasso

- mustache lore

- “ass-squatch.” “you’re on fire :)” “make it stop” the AGONY in roy’s eyes

- return of the middle finger! trent rubbing his face as he flips jamie off lmao

- ur so right jamie let me kiss you on the mouth as a treat

- “but for the first time in weeks, the greyhounds are showing signs of life!”

- TRENT’S ENTIRE TOTAL FOOTBALL MONOLOGUE. sweaty, out of breath, hair a disaster, babbling intelligently about how it’s going to work.

- “doesn’t even matter what number four is (awkward arm gesture)”

- “what a fucking dork” “yeah. but he’s our dork <3”

- NATES DATE!!! ADORABLE!

- THE TEAM WORKING TOGETHER TO FIX THE RESTAURANT i could kind of see it coming but STILL! THEY LOVE AND SUPPORT SAM SO MUCH!! AND SAM DESERVES ALL OF IT!!!

- “well, we all just asked ourselves “what does the situation need?”” “and we thought your situation needed us :)”

- ola was so touched that sam named the restaurant after him <3

- the episode ending with sam, ola, and simi dancing around and cooking while the himbos have a blast in the dining room. chefs kiss. perfect episode start to finish

[lilmafk]

idek what the date is.

Had to reset my password to this mf, LOL. 

Was definitely weird coming back on here, but I missed Tumblr & I had a lot to on my mind. Lol. 

Well first things first, I’m in Mexico with all 3 of my kids, which is awesome.

Definitely overwhelming & very scary sometimes. Especially dealing with Oscar’s mom and her stress & emotions. All that makes Oscar even more unstable and stressed. 

It’s all very weird, but the actual city and culture is really cool and different from the U.S. Obivously. Every day I feel like I get a little more used to it.

I do want to go home all the time. Lol. I know that Mexico is not going to be my home forever. 

There are really great opportunities here for me, Oscar and the kids. It will just take some adjusting. 

At least we get to still smoke weed here. LOL

Occasionally we get to go out, while Oscar’s mom watches the kids, but like SUPER rare. She’s only watched them twice. 

She’s super busy with her restaurant, and that’s cool, but it’s like when do your grandkids get some time with grandma? LOL. 

It’s ok, I really didn’t expect much honestly. I knew a lot of this stuff was going to happen.

She has some guy that’s been helping her finacially and he has been the most disrespectful and rude motherfucker to all of us. But since he has money, Oscar’s mom let’s all the disrepect slide b.c. he’s “helping” her. 

Yeah, he’s helping YOU. He’s fucking Oscar and I over. We were staying in a house in Hazel Crest that was Oscar’s moms. She wouldn’t let us stay there until we got evicted from the other house b.c her “business partner” didn’t want anyone in there b.c. he and Maria (Oscar’s moms) made a verbal agreement that the house was his b.c. he helped her with so much money at her restaurant in Mexico.

Raul was fucking homeless and she wouldn’t talk to this guy Alfonso to let Raul stay there. Raul had to sleep in his fucking car. 

So back to us, we finally get into the house and Alfonso tells us we only can stay for one month. Then we decide to go to Mexico, really I was just being nice to Oscar and my kids. Avani really wanted to visit Mexico.

So, Oscar’s mom tell us we can go back to the house in January to get a UHAUL and a storage unit and get all our things out.

About 4 days of being in Mexico he tells us he’s clearing out the whole house and throwing all of my stuff away. All of my kids stuff away. 

Oscar just sat there with his head down and said ok, b.c. we’re “getting more money and we can buy more things.” My Papas ashes were there, and his coffee table that’s been around for almost 40 years. 

My clothes. All my daughters clothes, her books. Just everything that means something to me is all thrown in the basement like garbage. 

he only let me get what could fit in a car. I am BEYOND angry. 

Deep down, I truly don’t think I can ever forgive Oscar or his mom. It’s really not the items, but the disrespect and the lies, for no reason. I have been nothing but nice and respectful.

I could see if I was being disrespecful and rude, then yeah, throw all my shit away. But I was lied to to even get out here, now I realize they only wanted me to come out here so he can throw all my stuff away.

I think the worst part is I can’t even express anything, anger sadness, nothing, b.c. Alfonso owes Oscar’s mom money for the house and he will threaten not to pay her if I act up. 

Like Oscar literally tells me there is nothing I can do and talking about it, even respectfully will get us in trouble.

The first day I got here Alfonso threatened to call the police on me b.c I wanted to go home. That was all I needed to see. I saw Maria’s true colors and her “business partner” Any guy with money who pays attention to her is her “business partner” with all due respect she’s a fucking gold digging whore.

I don’t even like talking about women like that, but when you put money and money and your business over your own kids and grandkids, youre a gold digging whore.

 If she were a real mother, I don’t think any of this would be happening. 

She’s not tho, she’s a business women with 2 kids, and her business never suffers. Someone has to suffer tho, there’s always a loser.

In this case, it was Oscar and Raul, and now me and my 3 kids got dragged into this money game. 

Will my kids have a better future with this money? Of course, but like I said, someone always has to be the loser.

So I feel that while my kids, Oscar and his mom are happy, I am suffering.

Even if we move out of her house and have our “own” I just feel sometimes the damage has already been done, and it’s been A LOT of damage. 

I have bit my tongue a lot, and I feel that’s why we are so deep in this rut, b.c. I didn’t speak up when I should have.

It’s really all bullshit, but I fell here is a safe space to blurt all this out, since it’s like a fkn sin to speak your mind in Mexico. Well, not a sin, but it’s viewed as very disrespectful to not agree with your parents or elders. 

Women get treated like shit in all cultures all across the world, but man, the Mexican womans struggle over here is SILENT.

They have to endure, and they do so quitely but angry. Who do they have to take it out on? The kids. Cuz the man sure doesn’t care, and any woman around hearing you complain will laugh and call you weak. 

I don’t care tho, cuz really I think they’re the weak ones. Only staying with the man for stability or security. 

Not really letting the child be happy and a child. 

That’s another thing, the kids over here have a lot of respect and they know how to act around adults but they are like robots. Only here to listen to their parents.

Not to run around and play and break things, and make a mess, and hurt themselves. Just to work with their parents or listen to their parents, or do well in school for their parents. 

None of those are bad things, but to force things on a child that they don’t fully understand just seems like a set up for them to just completely break down later as an adult. 

All that pressure has to go somewhere. Drugs, alcohol, sex, violence. 

My kids are also bad AF, LOL. Well not bad, but I let them be free. So they are a handful, and don’t really fit into Mexico’s culture. 

It’s funny cuz I thought all these people were going to want to watch my kids, and no one really does. 

Oscar offers to pay some of his cleaning ladies to watch them, but I don’t feel comfortable with that.

Also, MJ will not even stay with me alone without putting up a fight, so imagine him with a STRANGER. I wouldn’t want to do that to the lady or MJ. LOL

Having kids is such a funny thing. They are so sweet and innocent, but they are A LOT of work and time. 

I am stressed to say the least and I am truly exhausted, but I have to endure. LOL. On a serious note tho, my kids have helped a lot with my mental health.

I used to take everything out on my kids, just even 6 months ago. I used to yell at them, or I would completely ignore them. It was very unhealthy. 

I realize that’s what my mom did to me, she would either wreak emotional havoc on me, or she would completely ignore me.

I learned a lot from my childhood these past 2 years. It was really hard tho, and it was really uncomfortable. I had to do it tho.

I also completely cut my mom off and I don’t even feel any different. I can’t even tell the difference honestly. 

I’m about to block all my moms friends too, b.c. I know they only look at my socials to update my mom.

Aaron paid for me and the kids plane tickets to come home, but it’s like...go home to what? I can’t stay with any of my BLOOD family. 

Marcie offered to help me, but she has 10x the stress that I do. Her son needs mental help, he’s only 5 and he’s hitting teachers, wrapping cords around his neck at school. 

ONE of her kids is too much for her, imagine me bringing my THREE kids to her house. It would be chaos. 

There is also no space and Marcie is very toxic with her coping skills. I have done far too much work on myself to go back into that type of enviornment. 

It’s easy to do coke and drink, and ignore your kids. It’s truly HARD to be a good person. 

Like now, Oscar’s mom is 56 and her “business partner” is fucking 70 and here’s lil 26 y/o Marina being the bigger person. It’s so fucking silly. 

Even with my family, my mom’s almost 50 and my grandma is almost 80 & I have to be the bigger person constantly. 

It’s okay. Honestly, when my kids are a certain age, like Mateo will have to be at least 17, I’m gonna fuck off and have the greatest time of my life. I do not care how old I am, if I’m 45 or 50. 

I’m gonna travel, maybe even with my kids, I’m gonna see the world. I’m gonna get drunk with my closest friends. I am going to have a GREAT life 30 years from now. I know I will, and it’s all cuz of the work I’m doing now. 

So maybe I am miserable now, but my kids and I won’t be at the end of the day. 

That’s really what’s important to me, that my kids don’t hate me and  I have a good life and I am emotionally healthy. 

Not just fucking rich.. 

[moreofem]

Hear me out...I need a full blurb of Carmy begging a nervous/reluctant y/n to sit on his face. Like she sits and mf puts in WORK...please and thank you

NO ANON CAUSE IM HEARING YOU OUT

*Steve Harvey voice* SIT ON IIITTTT

Just thought this would be an appropriate gif LOL

“Baby…”

No response.

“…Baby…”

Still nothing.

“…baby?”

You looked up, and hummed to voice your answer.

“ I was thinking-“

“That’s good Carmy, means your brain is functional”

You bit your lip at your stupid, 15 year old level quip, as he scoffed and rolled is eyes.

“Ha.ha. Very funny. Why don’t you come here for a sec?”

You got up and made your way to the couch that he was sprawled on, his arms flexing against the back of it, making your eyes focus on that. You bit your lip as the tattooed muscle rippled, and when you were in front of him, he leaned in and grabbed your ass in between his paws. He lifted his face up, his blue eyes piercing yours, and you both smiled. While your hands went to his hair, he started talking.

“So… As I was saying, I was thinking… Umm, I don’t really know how to put this, but you know you’re the one who said that communication was key, so I’m trying to communicate that essentially I’dlikeyoutositonmyfaceoneday”

You blinked.

“ Babe I think you’re gonna have to repeat that.”

He let his head fall into your stomach and mumbled again

“I’d really like it if you sat on my face. Preferably now, actually.. but I’m not forcing you to do anything, yeah!? Like-like don’t feel pressured or anything; I just think I could make you feel really good?”

Oh.

Ooohhhh.

Fuck.

You felt your pussy tighten around itself, the thought of Carmy’s mouth pressed against it, eating and licking you like some good restaurant meal making your insides quiver. You spaced out for a second, thinking about the filthy scenario but soon they were replaced by ugly thoughts. I’m too heavy. And what if he doesn’t like it, or I don’t like it? And I do something embarrassing? Fuck.

You hadn’t realized you were talking out loud, and you felt an amused Carmen sliding your shirt upwards and kissing your stomach.

“Honey… It’ll be fine. You’re never too heavy for my face. I already know what I like, and the only thing I wanna do is make you feel good; cause you’re my girl and you deserve it… just let us try? If you don’t like it, I’ll just lay you down on the couch and eat you from there… how bout that?”

You bit your lip, contemplating the proposal. He was looking at you with hooded eyes, and a pout adorned his lips. How could you say no?

“Ok’ , you said with a breathy sigh, ‘ok, ok yeah I’m down. I’ll do it…”

“Attagirl… ok lemme just-“

He laid down on the couch, propping his neck with a pillow, stretching his arms behind his head. He watched you with an amused glance as you fiddled with your fingers.

“Gettin shy on me? It’s ok baby, take your shorts off, I’m all yours”

You smiled and peeled them off, leaving you bare from the waist down. You made your way to him and straddled his waist before he helped you move higher. You gasped has you hovered his mouth, and a wave of doubt drowned you again. Seeing the hesitation in your face, Carmen reluctantly averted his eyes from your glistening folds, resisting the idea to bury his face in your curls, and massaged your hips, cooing at you.

“Baby, it’s ok… fuck, you’re so pretty like this… you won’t have to do anything, k? Lemme do all the work, want to do it so bad baby, gonna make this pretty pussy feel so good, she’s gonna like it so much, I swear-“

You lowered yourself on his chin, letting him know that you wanted it now. He grinned and licked his lips, letting his jaw go slack so he could access you.

Oh my fucking god.

The moment his lips touched your pussy, you squeaked and threw your head back, not expecting this angle to feel as good as it did. If was almost similar to rubbing yourself against a pillow, except this one was alive, hot and was your boyfriend.

“Yeah that’s it baby, use me. Use my face, gorgeous.”

You hadn’t realized that you were grinding your pussy across his mouth, letting his tongue flick your clit expertly. The fact that he wanted you to do whatever you wanted to him made more wetness flow out of you, and he groaned, lapping it all up.

“Taste so good, mmph, taste so-“

He moaned when you gripped his curls and circled your hips making your clit bump on his nose. He was everywhere: tongue on your opening, - spelling his name, making your hips buck in surprise when he reached the letter m; one of his gentle hands guiding your hips while the other fondled your breasts, his strong nose nudging against your most sensitive area, and nosing at your curly mound.

Oh he was so fucking good at this…

“Carmy, Carmy… oh my god Carmen”

You shivered as he pinched your nipple with his fingers, and you felt the familiar flood of warmth fill your body to settle in your core. You knew that Carmen knew you were close, as he doubled in fervor, slurping, humming, groaning, shaking his head against your heat, eating your pussy like some 3 star meal.

Slap!

“Oh my-Carmen! Shit, fucking sh-“

As he slapped your ass, feeling the supple skin under his palm, you came all over his mouth, falling above him and resting against the pillows, bucking your hips when he tried to eat you out more.

“Carmy’, you giggled, ‘Carmy enough”

He awwwed and helped you straddle his waist. You felt his hard dick under you, and you couldn’t help but grind on it a little bit, giggling when he swore.

“See? It was good huh baby? We could do this again right? Tomorrow”

You laughed and kissed his hand, taking his boxers off, letting him know you wanted to go again

—

Yass

[illicitlimerence-writes]

art | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader word count: 5.1k words request: yes/no by anons: "hiiii, i really like your fics sm. i was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is a famous singer who’s dating max. also, fans would always look for her during the races. and every time he would win he would look for her first. you could add more if you like. (i also want to say that you’re one of my fav writers everr, hope you’re doing well!)" thank you so much! i loved writing this and got carried away, oops. & "hi babes 💗 i love your writing, you are so mf talented 🥺 can i request something with max verstappen that's like, soft fluff? just being so in love with each other" yes. yes. i love this. give me soft!max right now. warnings: fluff, language, uhh slight allusions to sexy times? i think? idk it's 3:33 am (satan's hour) and i want to sleep lol. also, there's a lot of narration at one point, then there's none. sorry. a/n: whilst i received these reqs during my 'reqs are closed' era, i just really wanted to write some soft!max. i love him. i would die for him. also, yeah, reqs are still closed, but idec at this point. question, do people even read these? if you do and you got this far, comment a yellow emoji.

my masterlist

(we love fluffy hair max)

flashing lights and people screaming her name were things she was used to. she had completely given up on being able to have a nice meal at a restaurant where no one recognized her, but it was fine, she could handle anything as long as max was by her side.

the pair met during a grand prix weekend, she was invited by the mclaren team to attend a race, and as max was getting ready to get in his car, fifteen minutes before a practice session, he spotted her. she was laughing as daniel walked with her, leading her to his garage. the young woman peeked her head forward, curious eyes darting all over the place as she eyed the mechanics working on the car, the engineers observing data on the screens.

“maximilian!” daniel noticed max, standing with the earpiece in his hand. daniel and his guest waltzed in, the aussie bumped fists with people he knew since back when he still raced for the team.

“that’s not my name,” max ran a hand through his hair, the ashy blonde strands were starting to get a little sweaty from the humidity. “hi, i’m max,” he smiled, bumping his fist against hers.

“i know, you’re all this one has been talking about all day,” she nudged daniel with her elbow. “i’m (y/n),” she smiled at him, her eyes crinkling from the big grin on her face, a sincere one.

“wait…you’re… i know you!” his eyes widened once he recognized the girl standing in front of him.

“really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, i… i like your music,” he smiled, cheeks reddening as he admitted listening to the girl’s catchy, well-thought-out songs. “it’s good,” he shrugs.

“thank you,” she smiled, noting the way his eyes were seemingly stuck on her face.

“okay, well, we have to go, i’ll see you out there,” dan placed a hand on max’s shoulder, who nodded.

“good luck out there, i’ll be rooting for you,” she giggled at the shocked face daniel made, eyes widening comically.

“maybe next time you can watch everything from back here. the view is much better,” the words slipped out of his mouth without him noticing, but he didn’t find himself regretting them.

“maybe, you’ll have to step up your game,” she raised an eyebrow, surprised by his bluntness. she smirked, being pulled away by daniel, who had to rush to his own garage. she waved her hand as daniel led her to his designated spot.

the next day, they met again. she’d arrived in the paddock, vip pass hanging from her neck, as well as the pass that gave her access to the mclaren garage, but she was lost. she was usually good with directions, but the crowd of people running around thirty minutes before the qualifying session left her a little overwhelmed.

luckily, as she felt a hand on her back, she felt safe.

“hey, you okay?” she heard, the blue eyes and dirty blonde hair she saw yesterday made her let out a sigh of relief.

“yeah, i-i got lost,” she let out a shaky breath, smiling. “i probably sound so dumb but i forgot the way,”

“hey, it’s okay, it can get quite hectic here,” he gave her a small smile. “it’s this way,” he pointed and took a step forward.

“oh, okay, thanks,” she breathed, “i don’t want to waste more of your time, so, i’m sure i can find my way there,”

“it’s alright. i’d like to make sure you get there alright,” he takes another step, and this time she starts walking as well.

“are you nervous?” she asked, max was wearing his racing suit, although the top was hanging from his hips, the sleeves wrapped around his waist, and she could see his navy blue fireproof shirt.

“excited,” he replied, placing the flat cap on his head. “and you?” he asked in return, “how are you enjoying this traveling circus?” she laughed at his words.

“it’s been amazing, i haven’t been a fan for too long, but now that i’m living a race weekend i don’t know if i’ll be able to go back and watch from home,” she admitted, chuckling.

“well, maybe the next time you come, you could come as my guest,” he spoke casually, but her heart sped up as she tried to keep a straight face.

“really?” she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

“i meant my offer yesterday,” he nodded, eyes stuck on her. “view is much better from my side of the garage,”

“hmm… i’ll have to think about it. what will people think, if one week i come here with mclaren, and the next i’m spotted supporting red bull?” max chuckled.

“they’ll think you’re supporting the right person,” that made her giggle.

“i’ve been supporting you since the first race i watched,” she admitted, feeling a little heat traveling to her face. her words took him by surprise. “i guess you’re probably tired of hearing it, but you really have a natural talent, a gift, for racing.” her words are sincere, he knows by the way her eyes stay on his, by how her voice doesn’t falter or how she doesn’t fidget with her fingers as she speaks. it takes him a second to respond, and in that second, he notices how they’ve both stopped walking, and are now standing in front of each other.

“thank you,” his voice is barely something more than a whisper, “you are incredibly talented as well. don’t tell anyone, but i almost,” he held up a finger, bringing more attention to his statement, “almost cried the first time i listened to your new album.” she chuckles, feeling her face and chest getting extremely warm, “actually, tell whoever you want, i don’t care if anyone knows. you’re too good at writing music that no one should be ashamed to admit they’re a fan,” he says after a millisecond.

“tell you what… if you can get your first grand chelem this weekend… i’ll accept your offer,” she bites her lip, knowing that even if he doesn’t get it, she’ll still accept anything he suggests. “and you get to pick the race, i’m feeling generous,” she smiled.

“you got it,” he winked at her, “you better start clearing your schedule,”

“oh yeah?” she smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“we’ve got a triple-header after the summer break,”

“and you want me to come to all three?”

“spa and monza are two of the most exciting races, and it’s also my first home grand prix. so, yes.”

“let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here, max emilian,” she made sure to pronounce his name correctly, just because she could. “remember your end of the bargain,” she pointed a finger at him.

“i know. and i’m willing to keep my promise, if you do as well.”

“stubborn, fearless, fiery heart,” she thought out loud, “what other title would you like to have?”

“world champion, grand chelem achiever… your friend,” he listed, shrugging. as if the latter was anywhere near the formers’ league.

she smiled, looking to the side, where she spotted the mclaren garage, but she realized that she did not want to step in. she wanted to stay out there, with max, talking about whatever crossed her mind.

“we’ll see,” she nodded, smiling. “thank you for walking me here, they must be looking for you like crazy,” she chuckled.

“it’s fine, i couldn’t leave you out there alone, lost. but yeah, i guess i must go now.”

“good luck,” she stepped forward, raising to her tiptoes and pressed a soft, quick kiss to his cheek.

“i definitely will need it,” he nodded.

“grand chelem, remember.”

“i know.” he nodded as he took a step back, then another. he didn't want to break eye contact with her. “triple header, remember,”

“i know,” she repeated his words, waving as she stepped into the mclaren garage.

the next day, max started from pole position. he led every lap of the race. he got the fastest lap. and he won the race. she had to clear her schedule for three weeks.

there was no denying the chemistry between them, since that saturday before qualifying people were obsessed with the idea of them interacting with each other.

a like on social media, a comment here and there. people thought that a beautiful friendship had blossomed since that weekend in austria. and it was true, although, that wasn’t the whole story.

they both fell hard, fast, they found themselves talking on the phone until the early hours of the morning, until their voices were raspy from all the laughing, the talking.

they loved each other, truly, deeply. madly. it should be scary, how much they cared for each other. how, despite only knowing each other for a few months, they already were prepared to walk through fire for the other. except it wasn’t scary, it was nothing but honest, unconditional love.

their relationship was the most sacred thing for them, they didn’t want people prying in, and they both knew that their careers came with costs, with privileges they had to give up. but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t have their fun with fans, with the photographers.

they liked to go by unnoticed, so, max would arrive first, wearing his usual uniform. jeans, red bull polo, and his cap. (y/n) liked to play a little. she’d wear wigs, big sunglasses that covered half of her face, sometimes she’d even show up with members of other teams, blending in. once she was in the safety of his driver’s room, she’d burrow her face against his chest, hide in the comfort and warmth of his neck. sometimes, when she was feeling mischievous, she’d take the opportunity to paint his skin, leaving small purple blotches, they were barely visible, they would drive her insane whenever she saw them peeking out from under his fireproof shirt or racing suit.

“how are you feeling?” she asked, watching as he removed his navy blue shirt, she took the opportunity to let her eyes wander over his body. girlfriend privileges. she could stare and ogle all she wanted. bless.

“i don’t know, i just hope the car makes it through the entire race,” he shook his head, trying to fix his hair once he pulled the long-sleeved fireproof shirt. the previous race had been a shocking one, with both cars failing at the end of the race.

“you got this.” she walked to him, grabbing one of his hands and holding it with both of hers, she brought it up to her lips, kissing his knuckles, “that was just the first race, you have this and a ton more,” she reassured him. max nodded. “stubborn, fearless, fiery heart…” she started, knowing that the words of the first song she ever wrote for him never failed to bring him comfort. those words were also the ones that she used that first saturday back in austria.

“a thousand miles can’t tear us both apart,” he finished the lyric, leaning down, pressing his forehead against hers. “i love you,” he said, she smiled, feeling his hands on her waist, she wrapped both of hers around his neck.

“and i love you,” she pecked his lips, knowing he still had to keep most of his focus on the race.

“come down with me?” he asked, still holding onto her, his hands now fully enveloping her back.

“are you sure?” a public outing, as mentioned before, was not something either of them were strangers to. but heavens knew how many pictures the press would take just from the short walk between the hospitality and the garage.

“i need you,” he admitted, his hands traveling up her arms until they were holding gently, but steadily, her face.

“okay,” she nodded, her hands resting on top of his.

“i like your headband,” he said, looking at the shiny stones that reflected the light. “that way i’ll know what to look for in the crowd,”

“i think it might blend in with the flashing,” she laughed.

“no. you shine brighter than all of them combined.” he didn’t hesitate, his voice didn’t falter as he spoke. she felt as if her face was on fire. she helped zip his suit up, letting her hands rest over his chest, staring into his eyes in hopes that they’d communicate everything she was feeling at that moment.

with a tight grip on her hand, he led the way to the garage, he was prepared to shove away anyone who dared step in between them and their destination.

they were untouchable, no one dared to speak to them, but that didn’t stop photographers from taking as many pictures of the pair as they could. they made their way to the garage, hand in hand, head held high. once they stepped into the garage, the red bull mechanics were surprised to see the couple there. they all knew how protective of their relationship they both were.

but it was good for max, it was necessary that he felt her support as much as possible.

she said ‘hi’ to everyone, taking her usual spot by the side of the garage, next to the wall where max’s helmets and the rest of his equipment were. he felt her eyes on him, as he talked to his team principal and then with his race engineer. she didn’t want to disturb his concentration, but she knew he didn’t like it when she strayed too far away, so she always stayed nearby, ready to provide comfort, encouragement, and even make some more bets like the one they made almost nine months ago to help motivate him.

she listened in on the conversations, without noticing, she started nodding when she agreed with what was being said, and when the topics turned back around to something that had already been discussed, she’d let her eyes roam around, finding her own face on one of the screens broadcasting the pre-race coverage. she found the camera, smiling and giving it a small wave. she was certain that countless gifs, screenshots or clips from that small action would pop up all over social media in just a matter of minutes.

max noticed her action, following her line of sight and meeting the camera as well. more content for the fans. since that first weekend in austria, fans became obsessed with the idea of the singer and driver being an item. there was something about a guy like max -with a tough demeanor-, and someone like her -a girl with a delicate way with words-, that drove everyone crazy.

she kept her eyes on max, analyzing his features as he put on his earpieces and balaclava. she smiled at the way his hair, a little bit longer than what he was used to, tried to peek out from the hem at the top of his face. max was quiet, he always was before a race, but she could tell that it was different this time.

“max,” she called his name, he kept going with his routine, grabbing his helmet and placing it in front of him, “max,” she repeated, this time, he turned his face to meet her eyes. “what’s wrong?” she asked.

“nothing,” he spoke quickly as he returned his attention to the helmet. first mistake.

“love,” her voice told him she wasn’t buying it. “fine, if you don’t want to talk, then you’ll have to listen. i don’t know what happened last week, but that’s in the past. if you go into this race feeling like your car is not good enough, if you don’t trust the car, then you know how things will turn out. trust your instincts, trust your team, have faith in yourself. i know how much you want to win, but even if you don’t tonight, you’ll have many opportunities in the future. try and have fun, as well. you’re fighting against guys you’ve known your whole life, you know how they drive, use that to your advantage. do not get frustrated because one race didn’t go well, don’t let it dictate the rest of your season.”

max had never been one to initiate a public display of affection, but she -like always-, had managed to put into words everything he was feeling, everything that was going on in his head. so, he took off the balaclava, his hair sticking up, and he held her chin, directing her lips towards his. it was short, but he poured everything he was feeling inside his chest into the kiss. it took her by surprise, a small gasp leaving her lips after he leaned back.

“thank you,” was all he whispered before putting the white balaclava on again. that was yet another moment when he found himself thankful for her gift of putting into words what most people couldn’t, what most people didn’t notice.

winning a race is a feeling like no other. being the very first person to cross the line, especially when the runner-up is close, is a thrill that never gets old. max had just won his first race of the season, a race that was equal parts stressful and exciting. he couldn’t deny that he was quite scared that the car might fail again, but he remembered (y/n)’s words. trust yourself, trust your car, trust your instincts. so he did. and that led him to the top step on the podium. even though it was a bittersweet win, he knew that this was his teammate’s race to win, but he couldn’t deny that being on top was where he belonged.

as he stepped out of the car, congratulating the two ferrari drivers that would go up to the podium with him, his head was turning from side to side. when he was being hugged and padded on the back by his team, he was counting the seconds until he was free so he could look for (y/n). he was quickly ushered to do the post-race interview, before the podium ceremony, and as he spoke to the interviewer, everyone could tell that his attention wasn’t on the person in front of him, or the words that were leaving his lips. they were speeches that he’d perfected over time, about how tough the race was, how he enjoyed the battles and how much it meant to add another win to his list. he could recite them even in his sleep.

his eyes and full focus were set on finding that shiny headband, for a second, he thought she’d been right. that she would just blend in with the rest of the crowd. but he was determined to find her. max was led to the podium, he had a frown on his face as he walked up the steps, waiting for the two ferrari drivers to go out first. the frown was accompanied by a weird feeling in his stomach, it was taking him by surprise how much not seeing her was affecting him. as his feet touched the top step, he raised his hand, smiling a little as his eyes continued their search for her.

from up there, faces looked blurry, tiny dots that seemed to blur together even though he was trying his hardest to find the person he was looking for. his eyes were darting all over the place, he tried to spot the headband, he couldn’t let her down, he had to find her. as the anthems played, his heartbeat sped up, it even took him by surprise. he saw movement down there, people parting as someone shoved their way in through the crowd. the shiny headband appeared, she was holding on to the fence over the wall, she had two of the red bull mechanics on either side of her, looking after her and making sure she was safe.

max smiled, finally. he let out a sigh of relief just as the anthems finished. the crowd cheered and clapped as the first place trophy was placed in his hand. as usual, he raised his arm, lifting the trophy up in celebration as a true, wide grin made its way onto his face. he placed his free hand on his chest, locking eyes with her. he chuckled as he saw her cheering, cupping a hand around her lips so her loud screaming echoed louder.

the next minutes seemed to fly by after that, max smiled, took pictures, shook hands, and said goodbye to people as quickly as he could. once he was free to go down the stairs and into the garage, he was out of there in the blink of an eye. his hands were tingling as if they were going numb, but it was just the excitement and desperation running in his body. he was taking fast, determined steps to his garage, even though he wasn’t completely sure if that was where he’d find her, but he needed to see her, needed to wrap his arms around her and tell-

“max!” he heard, he turned his head to the side, his steps never faltering, he just prayed that he wouldn’t run into someone. “max!” the voice -her voice-, he realized after a second, called for him again. she was running towards him, at full force, they slammed into each other, her arms pulling him down towards her by his neck, his hands wrapped around her waist, and he hoped she’d forgive him for stabbing her back with the trophy. “you fucking did it. i told you,” she said, hoping he’d forgive her for taking off his first place cap, but she needed to curl her fingers around his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to herself.

“i know. i know. i love you,” she heard, he spoke through his smile, burying his face in her neck as she did the same.

“max, (y/n), let’s move this somewhere more private, please,” they heard max’s press officer, felt as she tapped their shoulders in hopes of getting them to let go of each other. that didn’t happen, though. instead, they held on tighter. “ugh, fine, but if you fall it’s not my fault,” they started walking, blindly, being guided by the red bull press officer. max lifted his head from (y/n)’s neck a little, so he could see where he was going, he didn’t want her to get hurt.

once they were in the garage, max walked straight to the back, thanking the walls that now separated them from everyone else.

“i love you.”

it didn’t matter who said those words first, all that mattered were the way they clung to each other, how she lightly scratched his scalp and neck with her nails as she curled her fingers around his hair, how he was afraid that he might leave marks on her waist from how tight he was holding her waist.

“i knew you could do it,”

“i know,” max smiled.

“i told you,”

“you did,”

“i love you,”

“i love you, too.”

for someone who always knew how to express her feelings, who always managed to come up with compelling, well-thought-out sentences, she was finding it difficult to summarize everything she was feeling into words. so, she hoped, for once, that her actions could speak louder than her words.

a kiss. holding onto him. pressing her forehead against his. grabbing his hands and kissing his knuckles. seeing the way his eyes lit up, feeling the way his breath seemed to tremble as she trailed her fingers on his cheeks.

“guys, remember you’re still in public.” someone shouts, making them chuckle as they lean back, “max, hate to break this up, but you’re needed right now,”

“five minutes,” he yelled back, (y/n) was shaking her head.

“go,” she said, even though she made no effort to step away from his hold.

“they can wait,”

“max! don’t make me come in there,” they both laugh at the press officer’s words, threatening them as if they were teenagers.

“go,” (y/n) repeated, standing on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips, “i’ll be waiting for you,”

“okay,” he replied, kissing her soft cheek. he kept an arm around her shoulders, feeling her sliding hers around his waist.

“you two owe me a fucking beer after this,” the press officer said, shaking her head, “i’m going to let you two deal with the pda stuff on your own, don’t count me in,” she said.

“fine. heat of the moment. we’re in love. end of story.” max replied, shrugging his shoulder as if it were no big deal. he noticed how (y/n) was still holding his cap, gently he grabbed it from her hold, adjusting the velcro strap and he placed it on her head. she smiled, closing her eyes as she felt his lips on her cheek.

“jesus, what happened to you two being private? okay, you do that. see how it plays out,” the way the public relations expert was shaking her head let them know that they might need to come up with a better explanation. they arrived at the media pen, max reluctantly let go of (y/n), kissing her temple one last time before walking away. she leaned back against a wall, running a hand through her hair as she smiled, watching him stand in front of the first interviewer.

the paddock was packed with people, and as much as she tried to blend in with the background, she’s still a famous singer and it was only a matter of time before she was approached by fans.

she dedicated her time to each of them, taking pictures, asking how they were, and signing stuff. she spent a little more time with a young girl who asked her to sign a cap that had already been signed by max. she smiled, seeing both of their signatures together.

after max was finished, they all headed back to the motorhome, max was still being congratulated by people that passed by. she snuggled her head against his chest, feeling the comforting warmth against her skin.

“good thing i went down there today,” she admitted once they were in the safety of his driver’s room, “i would’ve hated myself if i hadn’t been here with you,”

“that’s okay, my love. thank you for being here, and for your words. i really could not have done this without you. this win is yours as much as it is mine,” he said, she smiled. no matter how much time passed, he could still make her heart beat as fast as the car he drove. “i owe you this win.”

“it’s okay, we’re a team. when you feel down, i’m always going to be right there cheering you up, if you need space i will step back, but not too far away because i know you don’t really like being alone. your highs are my highs and your lows are my responsibility to turn them into highs. we’re in this together, baby,” she said, wrapping her hands around his back, pushing his front against hers.

“i really couldn’t have asked for anything better,” he shakes his head, feeling so incredibly lucky to have her by his side.

“me neither.”

the next morning, they woke up to thousands of social media notifications. their little moment was captured by all cameras, they were the talk of the town. it was sort of nice, having pictures of their moment, seeing how in love they looked, how their happiness was evident on their faces.

her favorite one was a picture of max holding her, his fingers on her waist, that held her with such strength and delicacy at the same time. it hadn’t even registered to her that he was holding the trophy at the same time as he held her. she wasted no time in setting it as her wallpaper on her phone, she never thought that she’d be the type of person to have a picture of herself as their lockscreen picture.

“this looks pretty,” she heard max’s raspy morning voice.

“what?” she asked, turning to look at him. they were both sitting up, she was holding the bedsheets up to her chest, covering her otherwise nude figure.

“this,” he leaned in, moving her hair away from her neck, he ran a finger across the skin. “it’s like a painting,” he kissed her cheek. removing the covers off his body as he walked to the bathroom. she opened her front camera, seeing the hickeys scattered all over her neck, collarbone, and behind her ear. she smiled, covering her face with her hand. he was incorrigible.

“paint my body with your kisses, don’t tear me up to pieces,” she hummed. smiling she opened her notes app, typing what she’d just come up with. “let them know i’m only yours, this love is only ours,” she continued typing, once max came back, he saw her with an adorable frown on her face as she tapped on her phone, typing and deleting.

he slid in beside her, throwing an arm around her shoulders as he let her continue.

“you’re writing a song about me?” he smiled, it was a feeling he still was not used to, he found it extremely odd how she could tell a wonderful story with her music, which was based on things he said or did.

“yes, another one,” he read what she was writing. “this one’s a bit forward,” he noticed. most of her previous songs were more laid back, none of them went deep into details about their relationship, but she always tried to come up with things that most people could relate to. by the looks of it, this was going to be a completely different story.

“it is,”

“i like it,” he confessed, kissing her shoulder.

“really?” she asked, turning her head.

“i like everything you do, and i’m not just saying that. you are my favorite person in the planet, but that doesn’t stop me from being able to appreciate good art. and yours, my love, is the greatest art that’s ever been created on this green earth,”

it takes her a moment to register what he just said.

“max, that’s the greatest compliment i’ve ever received,” her eyes were slightly wide, mouth parted as she saw him. her mind was going a million miles per hour, still thinking about the next verse for the new song, still reeling from the great joy he made her feel. “let me be your canvas, your lips will be the brush, and with a single touch, you make my body blush,”

“you’re a genius,”

“and you’re a co-writer for this song, now, mister.”

“as long as it’s with you, i’ll write a million more. i'm ready to make more art with you.”

[sxlver-sweet]

Waking boys up in the middle of the night for kisses !? With your choiice of bbys?? Headcanons ig 👉🏻👈🏻

— KISS, PLEASE <3

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ROSTER . . . manjiro sano, takashi mitsuya, keisuke baji

SYNOPSIS . . . you want a kiss, even if it’s the middle of the night

CONTAINS . . . swearing, possible suggestive content

NOTE . . . sure thing!!

“simple” kisses <3

honestly, MIKEY sleeps like a mf rock. y’all remember when he fell asleep at that restaurant and didn’t wake up even after draken scooped him up and carried him all the way to the hospital? yeah

it’ll be difficult to rouse him, but if you do manage it, he’ll grumble a chain of intelligible protests into the pillow and roll onto his back, eyes slowly fluttering open. his coal-dark eyes are dull with the lingering haze of sleep, and it takes a couple seconds for him to recognize you as the silhouette hovering over him. when he does, he’ll raise his head a little, searching your face for any signs of pain or discomfort in the gloom of the night.

“can’t sleep?” he mumbles, still waiting for the fuzzy feeling to fade from his head.

you hesitate. you know that mikey’s constantly occupied with managing toman, and you understand that he values his beauty rest, which is why you’re now sitting in silence, wondering if this was a foolish idea.

“(reader)?”

“sorry, i just…” you shake your head and wring your hands beneath the blanket. “i wanted a kiss.”

mikey falls silent. despite the lack of light in the room, you can still feel mikey’s unreadable stare boring into your face. after a moment, he speaks. “okay.” he agrees, simple and easy.

the kiss that your lips meet in is simple and chaste, your lips withdrawing from his after only a moment. you mean to awkwardly shuffle back to your side of the bed, still embarrassed from having had the audacity to wake him up for something so menial. but instead of pulling away, mikey’s hand slides down to your shoulder, halting your movements.

the kiss that your lips meet in is simple and chaste, your lips withdrawing from his after only a moment. you mean to awkwardly shuffle back to your side of the bed, still embarrassed from having had the audacity to wake him up for something so menial. but instead of pulling away, mikey’s hand slides down to your shoulder, halting your movements.

the kiss that your lips meet in is simple and chaste, your lips withdrawing from his after only a moment. you mean to awkwardly shuffle back to your side of the bed, still embarrassed from having had the audacity to wake him up for something so menial. but instead of pulling away, mikey’s hand slides down to your shoulder, halting your movements.

“i’m sorry that i haven’t been around much, (reader).” his voice is solemn, a sharp contrast from the tender kiss you two just shared. “things in toman are getting pretty tense, and i haven’t had much spare time. so, i’m sorry. and, i don’t expect you to, but… i hope that you’ll stay with me.”

“questioning my loyalty?” you hum in mock offense. “i’m not going anywhere, manjiro.” you shift forward more, pressing even closer. amidst the darkness, you feel mikey inhale sharply at your sudden closeness, but you angle your head to the side at the last second, nestling your head into the crook of his neck. your hands snake upward to grip loosely at the pajama material layered over his shoulder and arm.

mikey stiffens for a moment, his breathing silent and muscles tensing beneath your touch. you can feel the convulsing of his throat against your temple as he swallows discreetly. you don’t blame him. after all, this is so much more… personal than his usual habit of resting his head on your knee to take a quick power nap, and it lingers longer than any of the kisses that you two share. 

after a couple more seconds, mikey’s muscles slowly relax as he settles against you. the tremor in his hand is nearly imperceptible as he wraps an arm around your waist, a step up from the last time you embraced him in such a way. he tilts his head, touching his lips to the crown of your head in more of a simple touch than a kiss. he inhales deeply.

“thank you.” his sigh is so quiet that you barely hear it, but it’s there.

you know it’s there.

“lowkey want more” kisses <3

MITSUYA is so exhausted, pls

not only does he have to serve as toman’s second division captain, but he also has to take care of his two little sisters. and when little kids turn in for the night, they don’t stay asleep. they get up and walk around in the middle of the night, get thirteen different glasses of water, and have nightmares that require the reassurance of their caretaker to disperse. so, he really needs all of the extra sleep he can get.

so that’s why you haven’t made a move yet. all you’re doing is sitting there, staring intently at mitsuya’s face with your hand suspended indecisively over his shoulder. his expression is so tranquil, softened by the pale wash of the moonlight and the blissful kiss of slumber. the worry lines that consistently crease his forehead have smoothed, and his eyebrows are no longer furrowed in irritation from having to babysit an entire division of overgrown gremlins with a penchant for chaos. he does his best to keep his division in line, but he’s still only one person, y’know? he can’t catch everything.

you frown. you shouldn’t wake him for something as trivial as wanting a kiss. you retract your hand with a tiny shake of your head. that wouldn’t be considerate of his sleep schedule, given how hard he works. you’re preparing to turn away and lay back down, but a gravelly voice makes you freeze.

“what are you doing?”

your head whips around. mitsuya is still lying motionless; but now, a single purple eye glows vigilantly in the gloom, vibrant and focused entirely on you beneath the dividing line of moonlight and darkness. his expression is unreadable, the most you’re able to decode being a trace of perplexity--undoubtedly prompted by the sight of you looming over him like the world’s most uncertain murderer.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you up!” you bring a hand to your lips.

“no, it’s fine.” mitsuya sits up, movements groggy and limbs still cumbrous with fatigue. “i’m a light sleeper. got to be with luna and mana running around.” he runs a hand through his short, pale lilac hair, the moonlight dying it a silvery platinum that makes you perk up at the thought of him dying his hair that color for real. but, the thought dissipates when he turns to you, lavender eyes slightly narrowed with worry. “is everything okay? you were staring at me for a while. can’t sleep?”

“kind of.” you mumble.

mitsuya starts to push back the covers. “do you want me to heat up some milk? stir in a little honey and it puts luna right to sleep--” he’s stopped by your hand gripping his arm, and he worriedly glances over his shoulder. “are you lactose-intolerant? no, wait. no, you’re not. is it something else, then?”

“i want a kiss.” you pucker your lips. but, when mitsuya smiles gently and leans forward, you halt him with a hand on his chest. “but not just a peck. i’m tired of those. like… uh…”

“you want my tongue down your throat at four in the morning?” mitsuya raises a brow at you.

your heart leaps in your chest at his brazen suggestion, and you shake your head fervently. “wha--no!” mitsuya laughs at the bashful, high-pitched crack in your voice. “you’re such a pain.” you mumble, but there’s no real venom in your voice.

“alright,” mitsuya tilts his head slightly, shadows slanting across his face and silver earring that he’d forgotten to remove glinting in the moonlight. “so, what do you want?” the phantom of a teasing, lopsided grin crosses his lips.

“something in the middle… i guess?” you shrug.

“sounds good to me.” without hesitation, mitsuya’s hand lifts to angle your chin to his preference. his eyes briefly flicker to yours, testing the waters and searching for any signs of withdrawn consent. when your eyes flutter closed instead, he closes the remainder of the distance between you. the kiss is passionate yet not sloppy, chaste enough to satisfy your desire yet heated enough to elicit the tiniest, most nearly imperceptible whine from the back of your throat.

your mistake.

you feel mitsuya’s fingers twitch once against your chin before his hand strays from its designated post, trailing downward. but as soon as his fingertips settle around your throat, he swiftly breaks the kiss and yanks his hand back as if he’d touched a hot coal. “ah!” his eyes are round with surprise, almost as if he hadn’t realized what he was doing until the last second. his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink, and he lifts a hand to rub at the nape of his neck. “sorry,” he spares a laugh, but it’s remorseful and quiet. lips dripping with unspoken apologies his tongue is too stiff to speak, he leans forward one more time, planting an innocent, penitent peck on the tip of your nose. “that was out of line. you okay?”

you, on the other hand, are doing just dandy. “yeah, i’m fine. you didn’t do anything wrong.” you reach out, reassuringly drumming your fingertips on his knee. “that was pretty good, actually. i liked it.”

mitsuya’s eyes close and he mumbles something you don’t quite catch, shaking his head with a small smile. when he finally returns his attention to you, he changes the subject. “so, what’s been keeping you up? you never told me.”

“oh, that was it.”

“what?”

“i just wanted a kiss.”

mitsuya stares at you for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. “really?” when you nod, he chuckles to himself before flopping back down and extending an arm to you in an invitation to cuddle. “you’re killing me, you know that?”

you accept his tacit request with a smile, allowing the blankets to fall around you both and envelope you in a warm cocoon that has you both knocked out in minutes.

“indulgent” kisses <3

you’re torn.

while you know that KEISUKE would never voluntarily hurt you, you also know that he isn’t the most pleasant person to be around when he first wakes up. clothes disheveled and wrinkled, black hair tousled from hours of tossing and turning in his sleep, eyes half-lidded with a murderous glow--may god protect whatever unfortunate soul disturbs his slumber.

still, you want a kiss.

you’re balanced on your knees beside him, the poor weight distribution and consequential dipping of the mattress forcing you to steady yourself every couple minutes. lips arching into a frown, you sit back on your heels and plant your hands on your thighs. keisuke is dead asleep on his back, head craned in an awkward angle and limbs cast haphazardly about in a disarray. soft snores rumble from his parted lips. he looks so at ease yet so… aggressive? you’re not sure how he pulls it off, but he does. thinking too much about it only stresses you out.

kiss or not, you know keisuke’s neck is going to be sore tomorrow if he maintains that position. you carefully extend your hands to gently correct the angle of his neck, only to freeze when he twitches in his sleep and mutters some shit about spines in the winter. now, not only are you choking back laughter, but you’re also wobbling precariously due to the mattress having shifted to accommodate keisuke’s movements. you barely manage to grab onto the headboard in time to right yourself.

you spot a stray lock of hair strewn across keisuke’s face, and you instinctively reach forward to sweep it to the side. however, nothing prepares you for the moment when keisuke’s hand shoots up and seals around your wrist with an iron-grip. you squeak in shock, only to flinch when his eyelids snap open, grey eyes zeroing in on your silhouette with such a sharp, feral acuity that it’s borderline predatory. his glare is as cold and cutting as jagged chips of ice, and suddenly, you’ve never felt smaller.

“kei?” you whisper. “it’s just me.”

after a moment, his eyes shine with clarity. instantly, his hardened expression softens into one of apology and concern, and he releases your wrist. “fuck, (reader).” he swears, bolting upright to examine where his fingers had sunken into your flesh. “you scared me,” his touch is as tender and tentative as his voice. his eyes dart worriedly to your face, scouring the depths of your gaze for any indication that you’re either in pain or frightened. “did i hurt you? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to. i just… i wasn’t expecting for your hand to be right there. i thought you were…”

“an intruder?” you tag on, a note of amusement lilting in your tone. “i suppose it would be a bit jarring.” when keisuke doesn’t answer and merely continues poking and rubbing at your wrist with a countenance far too guilty for your liking, you place your other hand atop his to cease his scrutiny. “kei, it’s alright. you didn’t hurt me. i shouldn’t have been messing with you in your sleep, anyway.”

“what were you doing?” he questions.

“your hair was in your face,” you gesture to the top of his head with a nod of your head. “i was going to try to rearrange it so that it wouldn’t tickle your nose.”

“were you having trouble sleeping?” keisuke lets go of you to comb his fingers through his unruly locks. they work deftly through any knots they come across and smooth his glossy hair into place the best they can without a mirror. “you could’ve woken me up, you know.”

“i know,” you hold out your opposite hand, silently offering him the hair tie looped loosely around your wrist. keisuke tugs it free and begins corralling his hair into a low ponytail. “but you were tired. plus, the reason i couldn’t sleep was stupid. i wanted a kiss.”

“but, i gave you a good night kiss.” keisuke frowns. “didn’t i?”

you nod. “you did, but i wanted another one.”

for a moment, all keisuke does is blink at you. but then, a toothy grin splits his lips and he chuckles to himself. “so, you were really ready to risk your life for a little kiss, huh?” you roll your eyes at him, already regretting waking him up. “aw, come on... don’t be like that, doll.” keisuke’s hands lift to cradle either side of your face, his palms squishing your cheeks until your lips are forced into a pucker. he laughs, clearly amused by your distorted features. he leans forward and presses two pecks to your lips--one on your top lip and one on your bottom lip.

“look how pretty,” keisuke coos teasingly, both his grasp and his sense of humor unrelenting even after he’s pulled away. you grumble about him being a thorn in your ass, but when it leaves your pursed lips jumbled and muffled, he asks with feigned seriousness, “sorry, what was that?”

he only relinquishes his grip on you when you poke your tongue out and drag it across the heel of his hand. you groan at the lingering ache in your face and start massaging slow circles into the supple flesh of your cheeks, shooting a pointed look at your thoroughly entertained boyfriend in the process. “you’re so obnoxious,” you snort.

you go to flip onto your side and burrow beneath the covers far away from keisuke’s grabby hands, only to stop when you hear keisuke ask, “what are you doing?”

“uh… going back to sleep..?” you peer back at him through skeptically narrowed eyes.

“try again.” when you do a double-take, keisuke’s lips curl into a mischievous grin, revealing a set of sharpened canines that gleam beneath the moonlight. “hate to break it to you, princess, but you didn’t just wake me up and almost give me a heart attack for the sake of getting just one kiss. you got me pretty good, so i think a little... compensation is in order."

the second you notice the playful gleam in keisuke’s eyes and the way his muscles are slowly, discreetly coiling up like a spring in preparation to pounce on you, you know it’s game over. usually, he gives you a couple seconds to prepare, but tonight, he didn’t even spare you that. before you even have a chance to blink, keisuke’s all over you, wrapping his arms around you to trap you against him, bowling you over, and pinning your back to the bed so that you can’t wiggle away. you giggle and squeal when he proceeds to pepper kisses all over your exposed face, his ticklish lips soft against your cheeks and jaw yet doing the absolute most when it comes to your temples and forehead by planting the sloppiest, most moist kisses along the expanse of your skin. his untamed locks dance across the sensitive skin of your neck, making you laugh even harder.

ah, yes. one simply does not ask keisuke baji for a kiss and receive just one. you requested, and he’s here to fucking deliver, so you’d better get ready :)

[boxofbonesfic]

i will be here for all ur future chubby bucky needs bc he makes the world go round 😭😭 as far as the first date with them goes i’m literally ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 he would be so nervous but so endearing and charming and she’d fall for him instantly, but he’s still sore from his last relationship and has a hard time w self love so there’s lots of reassurance and compliments and bucky being a lil flustered and overwhelmed w the attention and just 😭❤️‍🩹 no thoughts head empty; chubby bucky ONLY

seriously if u ever find time/want to delve into chubby bucky more i will be there in a mf FLASH

chubby!Bucky is love, chubby!Bucky is life 🥺

FIRST DATE DRABBLE LETS GOOOOOOOO

he’s all nervous about their first date, can’t even believe she’ll show up.

How’d I fuckin’ get this lucky? Bucky thinks that every time he sees your name in his phone. He can’t believe you agreed to a date in the first place, but he’s not going to jinx his luck. You’re so beautiful, you’re the prettiest damn thing he’s ever seen.

Which is why he’s holding up shirt after shirt in front of the mirror, trying to decide which one you’ll like best. Hell, he’ll be lucky if you even show up at all. He has to have imagined the enthusiastic “Yes!” that left your lips almost before he’d even finished asking you out, with Steve giving him two huge thumbs-up behind your back.

When he finally arrives at the restaurant—thirty minutes early—he waits for you eagerly at the bar. But when his thirty minutes early turn into your thirty minutes late, he finishes the whiskey the bartender gave him out of pity, and stands up. No sense in wasting any more time. You’re clearly not coming, and he shoves down the disappointment. Of course you wouldn’t. He makes for the exit, grabbing his coat, when suddenly—

“Bucky!” You’re panting, your hands on your knees. You look up at him, and he sees sweat gathered at your hairline. “W-wait! I—fuck—train was delayed, stop closed by my house!” you pant. His eyes widen, and he feels disbelief wash away the hurt.

You’d gotten stuck on the train.

Bucky leads you back to the bar, and you apologize again, reaching for his hand. “I didn’t want to miss this.”  His chest tightens again, but this time, it’s for an entirely different reason.

It’s the best date of his life.

He can’t think of anything that would even compare. He takes the train home with you, just to make sure you get there safe, and you let him hold your hand the whole way, his fingers threaded through yours.

“You were in the military?” You ask, cocking your head at him. Your eyes stray to the dog tags still visible under his shirt, and he pulls them out for you to see.

“Yeah, Sergeant.” He doesn’t like to brag about his service, doesn’t really see the valor or the honor in it, he was a scared kid who’d done what he thought he had to—and come home missing an arm for his trouble. But you don’t ever stare at the arm, you don’t ask him about it. It’s just…a part of him you don’t question.

It’s nice.

You let him walk you up to your front door, twirling your har around your finger. “I had a really good time tonight, Bucky.”

“I did too,” he replies, rubbing the back of his neck nervously with the metal hand. “And, well, I know, maybe its forward of me, but—shit—I was thinking maybe we could, another time I mean—” he can’t stop rambling, staring at the stone awning over your head as his cheeks heat. He’s not prepared for you to wrap your arms around his neck and tug him down to your face. He’s even less prepared when your soft lips brush against his. You’re so warm and soft against him, and then he’s kissing you back.

He pulls you against him with a moan, crushing you to his chest. You let out this little mewl and his knees go weak, but he can’t stop. He doesn’t stop until you’re pressed against your own door, his leg wedged between your own. Bucky comes back to himself then, apologies rising in his throat.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I’m—I’ll go—” He’s gone too far, there’s no way this is what you intended. He’s already trying to detangle himself from you when you giggle.

“I would love to see you again, Bucky.”

[lizandbo]

Long distant relationships w/ mha bois

Ok so I’ve been thinking almost all of my fanfics are haikyuu and now I’m suddenly doing my hero? So I’m sorry the haikyuu lovers:( but I will do more later:P when I get shit together another also this is my favorite love trope thingy or whatever the hell it’s called ans I prolly will make pt 2 of this

Todoroki

- king of giving you gifts

- with endeavors credit card of course

- writes letters too

- one time on Valentine’s Day he wrote you the most romantic poem and letter on the entire earth

- boi be really being hopeless romantic

- calls more than texts

- more like FaceTime

- when he facetimes you he’s soooo close to the camera

- like ya know that one person who always got their nose right up to your screen?

- yeah that him

- never missed a goodmorning, goodnight or a hello and goodbye text

- never ever had missed the opportunity to say that

- kisses the camera too sometimes a lot

- I’m sorry but he’s just not the type to go “yo gm y/n, my day was ok, wbu?” or something like that shit

- or emojis either, he may do it to express himself better but she thinks their weird af

- when you finally bought the plane tickets and flew over there, he was so happy

- actually smiled for once

- liek smiley diley smiled ya know?

- was sooooo happy that you were there in person

- being on call or text isn’t the same as being there in his arms obviously

- hadn’t really received affection at all so he def surprised when you hugged him

- i mean yeah he hugged you but he’ll be absolutely stiff as a mf brick wall

- makes soba, but like... idk if you would eat it cold but...gotta try new things.. right?

- loves to cuddle you since he has no experience and this is his first time:D

- ok, so ya know at the start I said king of getting you gifts? So he was thinking and deciding what to get since you came over here in Japan

- so he bought this huge life sized teddy bears

- yeah he surprised you right back

- goes to a lot of restaurants and cafés w/ you

- and a lot of dates about random shit

- his kisses are so sofffftttt

- likes to hide his head in your neck

- n kisses it

- when the time has come, you will never ever be forgotten in his heart

- oh my fuck im like saying as if you were bout to die or some shit

- but he’s gonna be real sad like you are

- but he knows that your coming back soon enough

- so he be a lil not devastated but still sad tho

- hopes that you have a safe trip and has that one last kiss with him before you have to leave

- literally just watching you from the window to go to the airport and silently cry

Mina

- girl loves you and wants you to be in her arms NOW

- of course you can’t:( you live in America

- she understands that it’s your home

- godamn she misses youuuuuu

- she wants to live with you or you to come here to live with her once you guys are grown up

- text you a lot

- more than a person would usually

- text you morning and night text, and random shit

- more like your daily meme shitshow

- cuz she loves to text you random memes all day everyday

- when you finally fly to Japan she’ll be sooo ecstaticcccc

- jumping up and down like a true fan girl that she is

- you Sneaked into her room and sat there until she came back

- and it was a long time cuz she was hanging out with prolly the bakusquad or some shit

- but if she had known that you were there then she’ll def zip her tail right back to her dorm room

- all you do is literally snuggle together like cats for the WHOLE DAY

- i mean yeah being ina plane for xyz hours is a lot

- but you also starving

- when I say starving, I meant starving

- anyway, yeah you two were a wizard in the kitchen

- made your favorite dish and she did the lady and the tramp thing we’re doing the spaghetti thing

- goes to a lot of shops and buys a lot of clothes for you and her

- does a lil fashion show with the two of you in a dress rooms in the shop

- you will have so many clothes to the point that you have to get another bag to go with you at home, and she’ll eventually take some of your clothes in her closet cuz she loves your smell

- even tho you might either smell like a dead moldy possum from the junkyard or the most refreshing flower

- shell love it trust me

- buys matching pins for both of yous

- at nightime she’ll watch tiktoks and cuddle you

- loves how warm you are no matter what

- when You have to go she’ll be at your feet crying

- poor bby doesn’t want you to leave

Kirishima

- kiri my dude will be a cringey emoji texter

- and somewhat a slow texter

- while you guys are messaging its prolly gonna be early mornings for him and at the afternoon

- sometimes when he works out in his dorm he’s gonna be doin pushups and shit and while you talk about your day together

- on your birthday or other special day he’ll send you gifts

- tried to send you flowers but they didnt really survive

- mans tried tho! - when you came to japan he hugged and you kissed and all the fluffy and good things that came with eijiro

- i mean you knew what you were heading into in the beginning of the relationship

- when you surprised him from him talking to other peeps from the behind of his back

- he was not expecting you

- thr love of his life rose him from the dead becuase when he heard your voice his soul practically leaving out of his body

- YAY your BACK

- he’s gonna move faster than the mf tape measures thats for sure

- his arms are gonna be wrapped around your head and playing with your hair while whispering lovely complements and thank youz that your being here in the flesh

- bridal style carries you to his room since you guys were in the common room

- asks if your hungry, if the flight was ok or not and whatnot

- and of course you said yes your hungry because they really do starve you

- mmkay he does really, really does tries to cook

- personally I think he’ll good at meat and cooking it

- mans loves meat

- but he’s just not that great at it

- so make your own food, its all you rn

- so when you eat together because he really wants to spend allllll thehhhehehhee time in the world with you rn cuz he just really misses you

- after eating he obviously has to cuddle n snuggle you to death

- after a while of being in japan, you had to go back home

- manly tears on the spot

- he doesnt want you to go but you have to:(

- will def want to surprise you while your in america

[keiyoomi]

a way to a person’s heart | m. atsumu

details: 300+ words (not checked) | gn!reader | soft!atsumu, done!osamu, flustered!reader. fluff and features husband!atsumu

summary: atsumu tried to cook something for you. but to ensure your safety and as well as his, it’s probably better to eat somewhere else.

note: tried to use some words i’m not that familiar with and idk how i’ve managed to write this, but... deym. fluff fluff mfs! enjoy!!! lmk what you think!!! i really love to read your thoughts about my works. 👉👈

Miya Atsumu is a bit hopeless when it comes to cooking. According to Osamu, you hadn’t met and fell in love with his twin, Atsumu wouldn’t have any interest in cooking, at all. A bluff, if you may say so, because Atsumu would’ve shown interest in cooking if it’s for the person he loves.

“Why do you want to cook today when neither me nor your partner is around?” Osamu asked, his voice was slightly inaudible since he was surrounded by aspiring cooks and food enthusiasts. “Are you trying to burn the house down?”

“Of course not!” he retorted. “Don’t you have any trust in me? We’re brothers! Twins, even! If you can cook without burning the house down, I can do it too!”

Osamu scoffed. “Yeah right.”

Atsumu rubbed his temples while calming himself. “I just need you to tell me how to make a simple dinner for them.”

“You want to impress them again?” his twin asked with a hint of teasing in his voice. “Come to think of it... you haven’t cooked anything for awhile.”

“Tch. That’s because I was training for the upcoming games.” Atsumu cleared his throat. “Help me out, will you? I just want to relive some memories with them...”

“...so they won’t fall out of love with me,” he grumbled like a kid.

Osamu sighed in defeat. He tried his best to guide his twin, but just by listening to his brother’s continuous gasping and the strings of profanities coming out of his mouth, he knew that it was a complete failure. A failure that neither him nor you could salvage.

Before ending the phone call, he said, “Call their favorite restaurant and reserve a table. Either tell them in advance about your plans or surprise them. Make sure that you’ll clean up before leaving the house. And don’t forget the gas.”

“Samu, won’t you ask how’s my—”

Osamu ended the phone call without a warning.

“That scrub!” He exclaimed before groaning after looking at the mess he made. “He’s not wrong though,” Atsumu added as he reached out for his phone. “I better call that place now.”

Atsumu nervously waited for you to come out of your workplace. He was conflicted whether he’d pace back and forth, or stand with shaky legs just to calm his nerves. However, his desire to give you his gift—in nearly perfect condition—is stronger than what he feels.

Few minutes later, he spotted you walking with your peers while bidding farewell with each other. You were frozen on the spot when your eyes met. He knew, from the way your eyes looked at him from head to toe, that he achieved one of his goals on that night—to keep your eyes on him.

“Hey.” He smoothly sauntered towards you with an alluring smile on his lips. “I miss you,” he said before leaning towards you to kiss your lips.

After he pulled away, you unconsciously touched your lips. You weren’t sure what happened while he was alone at home and while you were at work, but you’re not complaining.

“D-Did I forgot any significant event today?” you asked in confusion. For him to wear something that complimented your attire, something important must’ve happened. “What is it?”

He took your hand before placing a soft kiss on the back of it. “Nothing much,” he replied while looking at you. “I just wanted to spend this special night with you.”

You could feel the heat from the tip of your ears. What he said doesn’t have any hint of sexual innuendos, but you were still flustered by his actions.

“Ah, before I forget...” He handed you the box he’s been holding on to for almost an hour. He rubbed the back of his neck while avoiding your gaze. “I-I thought that it would suit you...”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you were filled with curiosity. For him to blush immensely blush, you guessed that it contains something sweet to the point that both of you would cringe by the time you open it; or it’s something... (bonk. go to horny jail)

You shook your head in attempt to erase those vivid images of him and—‘why am I thinking of those times?’ you thought.

“Is everything alright?” he asked. And as soon as he noticed that you were distracted, he stopped from walking further. “Are you not feeling well?”

“I-I’m alright,” you replied while forcing a giggle. You clasped your hand with his before walking once again. “Where are we going anyway?”

“You’ll see.”

Your forehead creased. ‘What is he really up to?’

After sharing a wonderful dinner with your husband, you’ve both decided to finally head home. Still, you were trying to remember if you’ve missed any important date for the two of you, but nothing comes to your mind.

“Tsumu, can you please tell me why... we...”

Your eyes spotted the half-eaten and nearly charred sausage on the counter. “...oh.”

“Ah. I forgot about...” he rubbed the back of his neck again while avoiding your gaze. “...I wanted to make us something to eat for dinner, but... well... I guess Samu’s right.”

“Tsumu...” you called as you gently made him look at you. “...whether you can cook or not doesn’t matter to me. As long as we continuously love each other and as long we have the money to burn, it doesn’t matter if you can cook or not.” Then, you smiled. “We can always order something we can eat or we can just explore different restaurants or pester Osamu’s shop.”

You caressed his cheek before he nuzzled it against your palm. “As long as it’s whom I can share my meals with.”

“I love you,” he whispered before kissing your forehead and pulling you close to him.

“Right back at you,” you replied with a giggle. “Ah. Right. I forgot to give it to you earlier.” You pat his arms before walking towards the bookshelf in the living room. “Osamu left this before leaving for the conference,” you said as you gave him a book wrapped in a kraft paper.

His forehead scrunched as he tore the paper. His frown grew deeper as soon as he read the title of the book.

“How to Cook: A Guide for Dummies”

[missallsundaes]

The buggy shanks one was just too sad 😥 (so good though!!) Would you do a sequel where reader and Buggy bump into each other way into the future and reader is no longer with Shanks? Buggy deserves a happy ending.

Part two, my lovelies! I bless u with the good clown content. Lets make this mf star bitch have a good ending.

The flash of blue in the crowd caught your eye, reminding you of someone you hadn’t seen in years, dredging up all the old feelings for him and your ex that you had at the time. You wouldn’t have even thought it was him, if you hadn’t heard him shouting at someone.

Ah yes, you thought to yourself, I would know that screech anywhere. You chuckled to yourself, turning back to where you thought you saw the bright blue hair in the crowd locating it peeking from the corners of a brightly colored tricorn hat, embossed with the emblem of a skull and crossbones with a bright red nose. Yeah, I’d say that was him. You thought, with a smile on your face.

You made your way over to the stand where the poor merchant was having his day absolutely ruined by the screaming clown, and touched the source of the dispute on his arm, “Buggy?” You said, turning your face to catch his eye, beaming a bright smile at him.

He stopped mid sentence, turning away from the merchant, who looked more than relieved that you distracted the clown. “[Y/N]!” He exclaimed, turning to squish you into a big over excited hug.

“Hi Bugs~” You smiled, trying to free at least one of your arms to return the hug, “Want to catch up over lunch? That is, if you aren’t too busy?” You stole a glance at the merchant who’s brows sunk in what you could only describe as a pleading look for you to take Buggy far far away from him.

Buggy cast another look at the merchant, who shrank from the scathing look that Buggy gave him, squinting his eyes at him before turning back to you. “I suppose he’s learned a lesson or two about disrespecting me,” Buggy said, giving the man an obscene hand gesture, “He needs to know his place and not talk shit about people’s noses.”

“I swear that’s not what I said--” The man started before Buggy shot him another look and he held up his hands in defeat.

“Shh, c’mon Bugs, you haven’t been in town in so long I’d love to show you my new favorite restaurant!” You took his hand, and swore you could feel a shiver through him as he was uncomfortably flustered at you taking his hand so brazenly.

You lead him through the crowded market to the other side of the busy district, eagerly chatting his ear off (albeit, not literally in Buggy’s case) about all the things that had happened in town since you had seen him last. Though you weren’t keen on mentioning Shanks, which Buggy undoubtedly picked up on, much to your chagrin.

“What happened to the red-haired prick?” He said, with a tone of indignation in his voice, “You still with him?”

“Ah,” You said softly, “No he.. Was kind about it, but we aren’t together anymore.” It still hurt because other than Shanks the only person you loved nearly as much was… Well, Buggy.

He softened, letting down his guard for just a moment for a quick, “I’m sorry,” before switching back to cocky-as-ever Buggy to add, “Well serve him right, he didn’t deserve you anyway.”

You smiled sadly, you wouldn’t have expected Buggy to say anything else, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still sting a little. “I missed you,” You said, leaning your head on his shoulder, “I always wondered if I made the right choice.”

He wrapped his arm around you, hand on your shoulder pulling you in closer to him, a moment of softness between you, though Buggy being.. Well, Buggy, he filled the silence with a “Of course you didn’t make the right choice,” with a cocky laugh.

“Give me a chance to make the right one?” You said, turning your face to look at his, catching him at the right moment to see him swallow hard and sweat a bit, you stifled a laugh at how easy he was to fluster around you.

“I’m only in town until the ship’s restocked,” He said, and your face must have betrayed your feelings, because he quickly added, “Unless you want to come with us? The crews a laugh you’ll love them. I know you didn’t ever want to leave town but, maybe for me?”

It was certainly a lot to think about, and since Buggy and Shanks had both left you didn’t have anyone else that you were really close to, but it was still.. Your whole life was here.

“Wanna start with lunch and see if you can persuade me?” You said, seeing that the waiter was waving you over to come inside as your table was ready. You kissed his nose softly, making him flush a red to match it, and pulled him by the hand into the restaurant.

[halftheway]

hi and today i’ll be sharing some of my bonus tracks with the class. today’s contribution: wilbur being a sappy mf and taking care of quackity when he won’t take care of himself🥰 (and if you feel so moved this is also on ao3<3)

“Quackity,” Wilbur says, and Quackity just grunts in reply. He’s trying to review Foolish’s budget, which in his opinion, Foolish doesn’t even need, and Wilbur won’t leave him alone.

“My darling,” he croons, draping himself over the back of Quackity’s chair. “You look stressed.”

“I am stressed, Wilbur, thank you so much for noticing,” he snaps. He shrugs Wilbur's hands from his shoulders, irritated. Honestly, the documents on his desk haven’t held his attention since Wilbur came into the room, and he  has  to get this budget done or Foolish won’t build and then—

“You get cranky when you're overworked,” Wilbur says. He puts his hands over Quackity's and pins them to the desk. “I'd offer to do it for you, but I know you… prefer handling everything yourself.”

I know you won't let me touch Las Nevadas goes unspoken. Damn fucking right. This is  his  country, and he’s spent too long watching other people running things. It’s his turn.

Speaking of other people. His good eye gives a few twitches at the pressure on his wrists. It’s familiar, and not in a good way.

“Let go of me, Wilbur,” he says slowly, and apparently his tone was enough for Wilbur to take him seriously, because he removes his hands like Quackity’s skin burns. Quackity takes in a measured breath and lets it go.

“I’m sorry, Q. Won’t do it again.” And Quackity knows he won’t. “But things slip through the cracks, when you're not at your best. Come take a break, let me take care of you for a bit?”

He hates that he also knows Wilbur will accept no as an answer, that he'll fuck off and won't be mad if Quackity says the word. He hates even more that he doesn't even want to.

“Take care of me, how, exactly?” He keeps his voice level, a little sarcastic. The phrase is just too vague for him to accept the offer upfront, no matter how tempted he is.

“Start with getting some food into you, I think,” he muses. Wilbur slowly spins Quackity’s chair around so they’re face to face; the bastard is still tall, even kneeling. “When was the last time you ate, love?”

“I had breakfast with Charlie before he left,” Quackity mumbles. That fucking look is on his face again, the one that makes him feel all melty inside. He fixes his eyes on Wilbur’s wings instead, how the primaries rest delicately on the carpet.

Wilbur nods. “Definitely food first.”

“And then?” he asks warily.

“I dunno. Maybe a bath, or a nice shower?”

It sounds nice. It sounds really fucking nice.

“Fine.”

He lets Wilbur take him to the restaurant— he’s gotta name that thing— and coax him into eating, though he draws the line at being hand-fed. He has a little fucking dignity.

Not enough, apparently. Wilbur scoops him up as soon as he’s done eating and refuses to put him down until they’re in his bathroom.

“I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” he says, leaning down to peck the tip of his nose.

Quackity blinks. It hadn’t occurred to him that Wilbur might leave until he was literally walking out the bathroom door.

“Wait,” he says, because his brain and mouth have a serious lag going on, and Wilbur pauses and turns.

“Do you, um. Did you want to—”  Gods, this is coming out so awkwardly, but at least it’s coming out at all— “maybe, maybe join me?”

Instantly, Wilbur’s wings puff. His body betrays his every emotion, and Quackity watches his face light up as he steps closer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Just— Just for a shower, though,” he clarifies. He’s not sure he could take anything more.

He beams. “Can I wash your hair?”

He feels naked, which is stupid, because he  is naked. But he feels it in a grosser, more vulnerable sense. He doesn't give a shit about being physically naked in front of people anymore, because god knows he's run around with his dick out enough times that nudity doesn't faze him. The way Wilbur makes him wait outside the shower until he's got the water exactly how Quackity likes it, though, the way he tips Quackity's chin up so he can kiss him under the spray, all of it, it's so much. Wilbur directs him fully under the water, starts combing his fingers through Quackity's hair while he hums a song Quackity doesn’t recognize.

"Something new?" he asks, and Wilbur just smiles.

"You'll be the first to know, darling," he answers, leaning past Quackity to grab the shampoo. He works it into Quackity's hair gently, and Quackity tries not to lean into it.

"Rinse," he murmurs, and Quackity follows his command.

Wilbur fucking shields his eyes as he rinses, and Quackity? Quackity feels a little like he's going to explode or cave in or something. He's missed this so much, missed being treated like something worth taking care of. Well, not something. Someone.  (He's been treated like an object, before. That, he doesn't miss.) And he'd missed Wilbur too, can't help but lean back into him as he wraps his arms around Quackity's waist and tucks his head against his neck.

It was never like this before; his memories of back then are fuzzed over, the good and the bad, but he knows neither of them let themselves be this tender. He likes it.

Naturally Wilbur ruins the moment by sinking his teeth into Quackity's shoulder.

It hurts, and he yelps, "What the fuck?"

He doesn't even have the decency to look  sorry,  the asshole, so Quackity smacks his chest (gently, gently) and gets out of the shower, huffy.

"Quackity," Wilbur whines through the shower door, and Quackity shakes his head.

"No, you're not getting me back in there, motherfucker, you bit me," he accuses. "You can wash your own damn hair."

He's already wrapped himself in a towel, draped it around his shoulders like a blanket.

“Quackityyy,” he tries again, and Quackity's resolve is already wavering. He's still all wet and cold and god dammit, he's letting the towel fall to the floor as he gets back in, and his dickbag of a… Boyfriend? Partner? He doesn't fucking know.

His Wilbur is standing there with his stupid arms already open and Quackity's already stepping into them.

"Why did you bite me, asshole," he complains into Wilbur's neck. It's not really a question, but Wilbur answers anyway.

"I love you?"

Which is a bullshit reason to bite someone, in Quackity's opinion. But he's used to all Wilbur's weird rhymes and reasons, so he just sighs. "Don't do it as hard, next time. Shit hurt."

"It hurts?" he repeats, and doesn't even give Quackity a chance to answer before he's pressing a kiss over the mark.

"Hurt," he corrects, but he can't muster enough sternness in his tone, not with Wilbur now mouthing over his neck, "past tense."

Wilbur hums in assent. "I'll be gentler, darling."

[lunaastoir]

how i think a meeting between childe and kaeya would go down

just some wannabe pirate and war criminal brain rot!!! this idea has been stuck in my mind for WEEKS and i just needed to get it down so i could breathe thanks aifjskfj 

also sorry if someone has already done this!! i did not check the tags or anything to see if a similar idea was posted but here’s just my take on it!! weewoo had to throw out a disclaimer just in case 

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so the only way i could ever truly imagine them meeting is if you’re hanging out w one of them and suddenly woAH HEY CHILDE FANCY SEEING YOU HERE???

like i don’t see them meeting on their own unless kaeya a) travels to snezhnaya/visits liyue for some reason or b) childe comes to mondstadt on fatui business

but anYWAYS- i digress,,, let’s say a chance meeting happened between the two (pls mihoyo make this happen i am BEGGING) 

so you’re just walking around mondstadt after completing your commissions w paimon yapping abt trying out the new dish at good hunter (i wonder if it’s called emergency food)

you run into kaeya as you’re making your way over to said restaurant  

pirate boy was patrolling since he’s a knight and even tho i clown him out of love he does take his job very seriously 

so you bump into him and the smooth mf says smthg like 

“fancy meeting you here, it’s almost like we’re destined ;)” 

pls smack him thanks <3 

you roll your eyes and you can practically fEEL paimon’s glare 

so y’all get caught up in conversation and just end up walking around town (w promises to paimon that you will treat her to some good food later) 

kaeya’s retelling something that happened earlier in the day w klee i had to include her i love her sm pls 

and then you just hear a 

“huh if it isn’t mondstadt’s honorary knight” 

dEAR GOD you would know that voice anywhere- JDSJFS 

so many questions??? are running through your head??? as you turn around???? 

first and foremost being ayO childe what are you doing here???

his hand is held up in a wave and he has his trademark soft smirk playing on his lips pls im gonna wring his pretty little neck lovingly

he makes his way over to you and you guys just kinda stare at each other for a good second 

paimon breaks the silence w her scream of “chILDE???” 

that snaps you out of it and you give him a questioning look while waving back (very delayed might i add) 

“it’s good to see you too paimon” he laughs

he briefly explains that he’s here on fatui business and relax he’s not here to cause any trouble yet

this is basically when kaeya cuts in 

knowing the both of them they were definitely sizing each other up when pleasantries were exchanged

also kaeya (being the cavalry captain) is DEFINITELY aware that childe is in mondstadt especially since he’s a harbinger - it’s not like he can be quiet abt it 💀

assuming that they haven’t had a chance to meet tho since i mini headcanon that jean would probably have been the one to escort him and his underlings to the goth grand hotel, there would just be some intense eye contact

both men are v prone to putting up a friendly demeanor while having the ability to practically slice you apart w sweet threats and razor sharp looks 

kaeya would take the initiative and say smthg like

“i dont believe we’ve met - i’m kaeya of the knights of favonius” 

childe would shake his hand and out of propriety introduce himself too 

now here’s where things could get a touch complicated 

as fatui harbinger to cavalry captain, obviously there’s some animosity (hidden ofc under sweet words of deceit and sugar coated phrases of diplomacy) 

however, as just kaeya and childe, i think these two would hit it off pretty quickly LMFAO 

they remind me a lot of oikawa and atsumu from haikyuu if you’ve ever watched it 🕴 same exact vibes 

there would be the formalities in the beginning before childe’s playful nature would come through 

kaeya seeing that you two knew each other and were quite amicable ahem even if he did try to kill us would join in w his own smooth nature 

expect lots of cringe worthy moments and just jokes™

childe would probs say something like 

“i’ve heard mondstadt is famous for it’s wine, i would like to try some and see just how good it really is” and BOOM it’s over for you

you thought they needed you to keep it amicable???

naH now you’re just third wheeling bestie💀

100% inseparable and now drinking buddies at the end of the night 

their natures just FIT like you thought dealing w them alone was bad??? BYE you’re in for a treat then 

enDLESS TEASING!!! it!! will!! not!! stop!!! 

they just team up to make sure you’re either flustered or ready to wring their gorgeous necks 

they would probs end up being spar buddies too 

childe would casually bring up the fact that he likes to fight and would maybe p o s s i b l y like to spar especially w someone in the famed knights of favonius 

kaeya would agree and BOP BOP sparring buddies 

but in conclusion!!! to this very unnecessarily long post!! kaeya and childe would meet as a result of you, they would hit it off bc c’mon they’re so similar it hurts and they’re not following you anymore now you’re following them <3 

a lil bonus scenario bc writing this has been sm fun:

“you’re such a lightweight” kaeya laughed out while his new friend was miserably collapsed on the bar stool next to him. childe looked up from where his head was tucked into his arms and raised an eyebrow. “is that a challenge captain?” he huffed out, his usually clear ocean blue eyes now dilated with the effects of the wine. “you shouldn’t have ordered hardcore alcohol as your first sample of mondstadt wine. that’s a rookie mistake” kaeya remarked while amusedly staring at his companion’s deconstructed state. “yeah well, honestly i think i can still take a couple more drinks. probably more than you anyway” childe retorted. his flushed cheeks however, told another tale altogether. kaeya smirked, a competitor huh? “i wouldn’t expect anything less from a fatui harbinger” were his words and with that, two more drinks were waved over by the cavalry captain.  

needless to say, an hour later, two extremely drunk, flushed men stumbled out of angel’s share, all the while giggling about gloves of all things. it’s safe to assume that they were both kicked out, if the ten drinks they had ordered were of any significance. as they help each other up while making their way onto the streets of mondstadt, they leave behind a bill fit for a feast, and a night that they will certainly remember (especially due to the nasty hangovers they will inevitably wake up to the following morning). 

[lunnanunna]

I’m the Best

DAY6 Extra Member AU

Summary: [Requested] It’s Parker’s first stream, and Jae’s on it so it’s bound to get loud.

Warning: swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @kimonmars @mythicalamphitrite​ @poutypoutybin​ @sunflower-0180​

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from a taglist.

A/N: Was taken place before Jae decided to stop streaming. This was requested, which is why I wrote it. Parker, Sam, Lexi, and Bao are written by request, and seeing as I have time this week, send in any requests you have for them. 

Requests are open! Please like, leave a comment, or send an ask. Doing any of these things is one more reason for me to keep writing.

“Okay guys, I’d like to introduce the newest member of Day6 that will now be on Twitch,” Jae spoke into his mic, looking at the camera.

“Hiya,” Parker greeted as she turned her camera on. She waved and grinned at all the comments flooding in. Parker was honestly surprised to see so many people joining her first stream.

Ollie, Yoori, and Jae finally convinced Parker to open up her own Twitch account, and here she was, being introduced in one of Jae’s streams.

“It took so much convincing, but I got the child on here,” Jae nodded proudly.

“Ollie and Yoori were the ones who did more of the convincing. Jae just offered to buy me food,” Parker pointed out, smirking.

“It worked, though. Didn’t it?” Jae shrugged, looking into the camera.

“This is true, but you better actually follow through,” Parker glared at the screen. She then looked at her second screen where all the comments were coming in. Chuckling she read one of them out loud.

“Jae get her something delicious!”

“Alright, alright. What do you want?” Jae rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone.

“Can you order that vegan kimbap from that restaurant that Brian found?” Parker asked, reaching for her strawberry smoothie.

“Sure. I think I have it saved here,” Jae spoke as he looked through his phone. “Want anything else?”

Parker shrugged, but then answered out loud when she saw that he wasn’t looking. “Surprise me.”

“You’re actually pretty easy to please as long as it’s vegan, so I gotchu,” Jae snorted.

“Okay then while we wait for the food to get here, how about we start up a game?” Parker suggested, already pulling up Mario Kart. They had decided to start off with this game, then see where it’d take them.

“Sounds good,” Jae said as he put his phone back down, “The food should be by your place in about half an hour.”

“Perfect! Dowoonie will probably bring it in for me,” Parker smiled, setting up the code and sending it to Jae.

“Must be nice to have your very own servant,” Jae sighed, shaking his head.

“Hey! He’s my best friend, not my servant. He’s just a sweetheart!” Parker defended, wishing Jae was next to her so she could punch him in the arm.

“Sure,” Jae quriked a brow at her.

“Whatever,” Parker rolled her eyes, then muted herself as the game loaded. “Such an annoying human,” she spoke into the mic for her viewers to hear. The Aussie chuckled as they laughed with her.

“You better not be talking crap about me! I’ll know,” Jae warned Parker.

“I always talk crap about you,” Parker snarked once she was unmuted then stuck her tongue out.

“Real mature,” Jae rolled his eyes.

“Thank you,” Parker said, smugly.

The two silently went through their character lists and then chose what karts and modifications they wanted, then after a game of rock, paper, scissors, Parker got to choose which track.

“What’s the point of you picking, if you always end up picking at random?” Jae threw his head back in annoyance.

“It’s so I can get that exact reaction from you, my friend,” Parker cackled.

As the first race began, Jae and Parker focused on their tasks, but soon the oldest started talking again.

“So, Parker, what’s your streaming gonna look like? Schedule, games, etc.?” the guitarist asked.

“Well, seeing as we’re still prepping for some things, it might not be too often, but after all that is set, it’ll probably once a week? How’s that sound guys?” Parker directed the last question towards the viewers.

Taking a quick peek at their comments, Parker saw that they liked that idea. She smiled, holding a quick thumbs up then focusing back on the controllers

“As for games, I play anything and everything. So you guys can suggest. I’ll probably even make a roulette type thing with different games on them and let fate chose,” Parker nodded at her own idea.

“I seriously hate playing with you! Like why are you so good?!” Jae yelled as he fell off the track and had to wait to be placed back on it.

“Simple. I’m just the best. Always have been. Isn’t that right, guys?” Parker winked at the camera, resting her chin on her palm.

Jae snorted, then screamed when Parker launched a squid. “The ink!”

The maknae cackled as she advanced to the finish line. “Hell yeah!” she cheered, doing a little dance.

“Don’t get too cocky. I’m getting hyped now. I’m not letting you win. I’m not letting her win,” Jae repeated the last bit to his viewers.

“As if he could ever win,” Parker smirked at her own viewers.

A knock came from her door, and Dowoon popped his head in. “Soo, your food,” he said, scurrying in. He smiled quickly at the camera, and Parker snorted as his hood was completely covering his head, zipped and tied.

“Very nice, Oppa,” Parker smiled.

Dowoon saluted, then shouted, “Hey, Hyung!” then ran out.

“I didn’t even get to say hi,” Jae pouted.

“Oops,” Parker shrugged as she opened her food. She smiled at the kimbap and veggie rolls, along with another one of her favorite smoothies, this one being mango.

“Did I do good?” Jae asked, arms folded over his chest, smirking.

Parker, who was mid bite of her veggie roll, sent a thumbs up, cheeks filled to the brim. “Mm-ood-mf,” she tried answering.

Jae rolled his eyes. “Finish chewing,” he waved her off.

Parker nodded, but instead of talking after she was done chewing, she took another bite, this time of the kimbap.

Jae chuckled then after sending a sneer towards Parker, started the next round.

“Yah!” Parker protested, obviously not ready. She choked a bit on her food, and Jae just snickered. “You’re going down, Park Jaehyung!” Parker dropped her food to pick up her controllers again.

“Where’s the respect?” Jae asked, laughing.

“There’s never respect in Mario Kart, you made that abundantly clear,” Parker as she hollered, zipping past him.

“How?!”

Parker then started singing I’m The Best by 2NE1. She could definitely get used to streaming.

Parker’s Masterlist

[thedaddie]

hi i would like a matchup please!

any gender is fine, and i use she/they pronouns! i am 5'1 sadly ;-; I love baking and i paint a lot! i would say that i am more of an extrovert and i love walking around and going to restaurants and shops around my town! i want to get a degree in psychology too! am currently living off of energy drinks :p

hope this wasn't a lot! have a nice day!! :D

hi! thank you for requesting!! i match you with…

YACHI HITOKA

AHHHH YALLLLLLLL

she basically fell in love with you the moment you met

and the ENTIRE karasuno team noticed

the way she looked at you, how much she blushed when you were around, etc

but she kept convincing herself you didn’t like her back :(

despite that, all her upperclassmen encouraged her to make a move in a way that was comfortable for her

so she started leaving little gifts on your desk!

letters, small wildflower bouquets, several heart shaped things!

this went on for quite awhile! every morning there was something different to greet you :)

then one day you decided to find out who this person was once and for all

so you went to class early and caught yachi in the act!!

she apologized profusely!! she was so worried that her gifts were making you uncomfortable!!

but the moment you told her that you liked her too, she was speechless

bestie almost passed out 😵

BUT YEAH SO YALL R DATING AND IN LOVE AND SHIT 😫😫

yachi, despite being an introvert, will happily tag along with you everywhere!

going exploring with you is her favorite date!

but baking with you is a close second!

she surprisingly didn’t really know how to bake before she met you but she loves learning!!

her favorite things to make with you are challenging things! like macarons, pain au chocolat, even baked alaska (y’all almost burnt the damn kitchen down i stg)

she likes difficult dishes because you get to spend more time together, of course :))

and you also taught her how to paint (though she swears she’ll never be as good as you)

yachi loves that you’re just barely taller than her! and with a girlfriend who’s 4’10 i bet u like not being the shortest in the room 😎

to this DAY she gives you gifts!

from homemade bracelets to your favorite snacks, she loves seeing you light up at the sight of her presents! so i think u can assume what her love language is lol

she loves hearing you talk about psychology and why you want to study it. she supports you all the way!!

she’ll catch you drinking energy drinks and literally snatch them from your hands 😟

“drink some tea instead! it’s much better for your health, babe”

all in all i’m jealous of you cute mfs GOODBYE

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moodboard:

“and i love…” yachi pauses, tapping her lip with her finger. “your eyes!”

you chuckle in response, pressing another kiss to her cheek.

“your turn.”

you move your gaze to the ceiling and feign deep thought.

“hmm, yknow, i can’t think of anything!”

she shoves you playfully, pretending to be offended.

you’re about to make another joke when a harsh scent catches your attention.

“do you smell something burning?”

“don’t change the subject! it’s your turn!”

“no, really…” you both stop and sniff the air, the realization dawning just seconds later.

“the cookies!” yachi gets up first, dashing into the other room.

by the time you get there, the oven is open and spilling smoke as an alarm distantly goes off. you grab a pot holder, grabbing the pan of burnt desserts and placing them on the counter while yachi opens all the nearby windows.

by the time you get the alarm off, the entire house looks hazy, some of the smoke still lingering.

“my mom is gonna be so mad…” she says quietly.

“well, at least i figured out my answer.” yachi looks up and meets your eyes. “the way you set my heart on fire.”

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songs for your matchup :)

hope you enjoyed!! have a lovely day <333