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dpr-stay · 10 months

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Whoops | YT22

Yuki Tsunoda x driver!reader

SMAU & written

Warnings: A little bit of smut (more lime iykwim) Still would recommend MDNI

Wc ~ 2.3k

Hey y’all 🤪

Anyways, wrote this last night and spent forever doing the social media part bcs it was fun. Haven’t edited it! Sorry! And it may be a bit ooc (?) but I imagine Yuki as some suave guy behind doors so whoops.

(Also sorry if you’re here for stray kids)

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Heavy hands lay secure on your hips as you sat perched on his lap. Dark eyes stared into yours, both of them encapsulated in unrestrained lust. Yuki squeezed your hips as he brought you in for another kiss.

If only Franz Tost could see you now, huh. He’d been hesitant about hiring a girl to fill Gasly’s seat after he left because he was worried that her and Yuki wouldn’t get along. Boy was he wrong.

Yuki groaned into your mouth as you lowered yourself down till you were aligned. A quick nudge of your hips caused you both to moan, as the tension from the day released out of the both of you.

It was tough race, you barely making it into the points and Yuki a bit below you. The car was shit, but that was to be expected. You’d both spent countless hours in the sims, trying to somehow uncover a way to make the car work better but it was a lost cause.

After one long day that you’d both spent in the sims, you’d arrived at your hotel rooms that were side-by-side at the same time and the rest was history. You wouldn’t say you used each other, there was definitely some level of emotion involved (if the way you spent more time together than anyone else and the numerous times you’ve contemplated moving in together count) but it was definitely a more effective stress relief than collapsing in the gym.

His hips shifted upwards, causing a tingling sensation to spread through your lower half, a sensation that was increased the longer he continued doing that. You brought your arms around Yukis neck, bringing him in for a kiss as you adjusted your hips to match his speed.

He leaned his head back as he closed his eyes and you smiled, quickly leaning in to begin kissing his neck.

“Honey…” He sighed, as you continued moving your hips, his excitement very obvious even through the jeans he was wearing.

“Feels good right?” You murmured on his neck as you began sucking, trying your very best not to leave a mark. That may have been a lie. A deep mark started to form on his skin and you smiled as he continued sighing his pleasure.

“I may have left a mark.” He groaned, this time in mock annoyance, and a giddy smile overtook your lips this time as he brought his head down to look at you, his own smile making your glow brighter.

“It’s hard to be mad at you.” He whispered against your lips and you responded with a quick kiss on his lips, continuing your eye contact, as you didn’t trust yourself to respond appropriately with words.

He gently bucked his hips in response to your kiss and you gasped as a jolt of pleasure ran up your spine. He smirked against your lips and he leaned forward to grab the back of your thighs.

A loud banging on your door startled you both out of your daze, a yelp leaving your lips as Yuki nearly dropped you. You both, almost comically, turned to face the door as the banging continued and the person behind it started to shout.

“Hello? We’re here to film that room tour?” Shit, you’d totally forgotten about that. The team had organized for a film crew to come over and do a nice tour of the hotel room you were staying in. Wasn’t that tomorrow? You cleared your throat before yelling out.

“Yep just give me a minute! I’m finishing a round of Mario Kart!” You quickly hurried to jump off Yuki and started running around the room, turning on your switch and throwing a controller at Yuki.

“Just go with it!” You pleaded and he nodded, a firm nod with a small smile on his lips. God his lips are gorgeous aren’t they? Fuck, not right now!

You sprinted to the bathroom and tried to smooth your hair to look normal and splashed your face with water, hoping it would cool you down.

You ran back to the main area of the room, threw on your Alpha Tauri shirt and turned around to find Yuki booting up Mario Kart on your room's TV.

You sighed, physically feeling your shoulders and tension deflate, before leaning in for one last kiss.

“You look beautiful.” He said as you pulled away and you slapped his shoulder, duly noting the blanket he had thrown over his lap as he sat on the edge of your bed.

“I’m supposed to be turned off right now, not turned on.” You said bashfully and he grinned before you turned back the door and opened it.

You came face to face with a man holding a camera and a man holding a microphone. Your eyes widened.

“Hi there! Should we get straight to it?” The man holding the mic asked and you nodded before turning to the camera and introducing yourself.

“This is the uhh standard room. I’m pretty sure all staff got it, it’s pretty good.” You said as you opened the door.

Yuki waved at the camera from his spot sitting at the edge of your bed and, to their credit, both the other men tried to look unsurprised.

“We were playing Mario kart together, getting out all the aggression from the track.” You explained, over-gesturing with your hands. They both nodded and ‘ahh-ed’.

“So anyways, here’s the bathroom.” You led them into the bathroom, did a little tour, showing them around the room. You opened a few drawers, forgetting about the one that held Yuki’s toiletries bag and quickly slamming it shut. You met their curious looks with a quick “Can’t reveal my hair-care secrets!” And tried to carry on.

You took them through the small kitchenette, showing them the teabags you brought from home and showing them the high quality green tea bags Yuki bought you as a gift. You asked if they wanted a tea and the cameraman took you up on the offer, so eventually you were brewing four teas, one for every person in your room.

Eventually you all moved to the dining table beside your bed, the cameraman setting up his camera to face your bed with you in front of it before you were asked some relatively normal, non-invasive questions which you really appreciated. Yuki was also asked some questions, mostly about how good he is at Mario kart.

You ended up giving them a small tour of the bed, not much to see there. You took them through your switch, let them play a game on it, before eventually showing them the view from the hotel room, letting them onto the balcony.

As they surveyed the view, Yuki came up behind you, quickly muttering into your ear a complaint that they were taking too long. You rested your head back on his shoulder and murmured that they would be gone soon.

And they were, with a final sweep of the room and a panned shot of you sitting at the table watching Yuki play Mario Kart, they were out, thanking you for the tea and for being such a good host.

The second you had closed and locked the door, Yuki was at your back, missing your neck and grabbing at your waist to lead to your bed. You smiled and let yourself be walked backwards before he turned you around and kissed your lips.

“Been holding back for an hour lovely.” He whispered as he subtly pushed you backwards onto the bed, you landing with an ‘umph’ which he released a giggle at.

“Mhhmm I’m sorry about that.” You responded to his previous statement. “I thought it was another day.”

“It’s ok.” He said as crawled over you, beginning to mouth at your ear. “Just means I get less time to fuck you, yeah?” You groaned in response and he laughed at you.

“If people knew how much of a smooth talker you were…” You trailed off as he continued down from your ear to your neck to your collarbones, leaving small bites as he went.

“Lucky they don’t, means I get to use this.” He said smugly before leaning over to the bedside table and retrieving a condom. You rolled your eyes, a fond smile playing on your lips, as he flashed the condom at you. He reached back to place the condom back on the table and moved back to you.

Wait. Hold on.

Yuki continued to kiss down, leaving small nibbles on your collarbones as your eyes shot open.

Oh fuck.

You released a loud gasp and Yuki pulled back and looked up, worried.

“I’m sorry! Are you ok…?” He trailed off at your flabbergasted expression as you both sat up.

“Yuki.” You began, grabbing his shoulders.

“Did you reach in the drawer to grab that or not?” You asked, drawing him close to you. His face immediately paled as he took in the implications of what you said. He scrambled to move closer to the edge of the mattress, turning to look at the side table.

“I swear I reached in, didn’t I?” He said, turning to you but you could only look on in horror.

“There’s no way right?” He started. “We didn’t just film a room tour with a condom on the side table?”

You groaned, grinding the heels of your palms into your eyes as you learnt back into the bed, hoping the mattress would swallow you whole. Yuki let out an incredulous laugh, barely registering the hand you slapped his thigh with.

“What do we do?” You eventually asked, staring at the roof.

“I have no clue.” He said as you rolled to face him. His face softened as he reached out a hand to put on the side of your face.

“We might have to tell people.” You groaned in despair, closing your eyes. The last thing you wanted was for people to think the only female driver was fucking the other drivers. You were only fucking one.

You also didn’t want to have to deal with HR and the complications that would pose, you’d mentioned Franz Tost as a joke but damn. You really don’t want to have to deal with all the questions about your loyalty to the company and if you were just there because of Yuki.

Saying that, you were also reminded that you’d have to face the media and twitter if you confirmed it. Cheers to more speculations as to whether you were the gridwhore or the gridslut. Somehow the same thing with different names.

To be fair, you'd have to face the media anyway in this scenario. You couldn’t just chase them down and ask them to do the story again ‘just because’ and you were certain some eagle-eyed fan would definitely notice the package in the original video anyway. Yuki interrupted your thoughts by speaking.

“You know I’d fistfight someone for you?” You opened your eyes to face his genuine ones, the seriousness of his face causing you to smile.

“I know. I’d do the same for you.” The smile he had in return caused you to grab the hand he was holding your face in and turn your face to kiss it.

“I could call Pierre, he’d probably know what to do.” You immediately scoffed, closing your eyes and laughing into Yuki’s hand as you grasped it.

“I’m serious! He might have some sort of way for it to be passed off as something else!”

“Darling, I’m not sure about that.” You were careful to make your voice not sound condescending.

“You never know!” He said, pulling away (which you did definitely not whine at) and grabbing his phone from the table, quickly dialling Pierre’s number.

You watched as Yuki paced, giving you a thumbs up when the call went through. The loud blasting club music through the phone did clue you in to that though.

“Hi Pierre!” He started and you watched as he moved from foot-to-foot.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He said and then continued. “Sorry to take you away from your party but I have a question.”

A pause.

“Ah ok. If you needed to pass off a condom wrapper as something else, what would you choose?” Yuki said, giving you another thumbs up.

The raucous laughter Pierre released was heard through the phone (he really ought to turn the volume down) and it made you start to giggle, especially as Yuki furrowed his eyebrows.

“Of course I’m serious!” He said, starting to pace again.

“Why? We accidentally had one out on the side table when a room tour was taking place.” He explained as he finally sat down after you patted the space in front of you on the bed.

“What? Who? You know who!” He said and you tilted your head in confusion. He sighed before muttering into the phone.

“Yes, the person I had a crush on the whole last year. Go away.” You tilted your head back as a wave of elation washed over you, it was always nice to know the people you want, want you too. Even if you’d been dating, it’s still nice to know.

Pierre’s reaction to this could also be heard through the phone, a loud “WHAT?” that had Yuki sighing before hanging up. He took a second before looking at you.

“Useless.” He simply said and it was enough to send you into a minutes long laughing fit. He giggled along with you, though he admittedly found it a lot less funny.

“So there’s nothing we can do?” You asked and he nodded.

“Seems like we just have to let things run their course.” You nodded in agreement, already having mentally prepared yourself.

“However…” You looked up at the tone of his voice.

“We could… Y’know… use the condom?” He said and you started to giggle again before nodding.

“Seems the only acceptable course.” You replied and he smiled before climbing back onto the bed.

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scuderiamh · 1 year

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DISASTER || y. tsunoda x reader

pairing: yuki tsunoda x reader request: yes / no summary: despite being an absolute mess in the kitchen, you try your best to cook a full meal for your foodie boyfriend. word count: 1.7k warnings/notes: posted late... worth it, i hope! dedicated to @lovelytsunoda 😌

one thing you’ve noticed right from the start about your boyfriend was his tendencies toward acts of service. he always seemed to be doing something for your benefit. maybe he wasn’t excessively touchy, or amazing with words, and god knows he didn’t have too much time to spare with you - though, he tried. the way he showed love rather manifested itself in making sure your life was as convenient and comfortable as could be.

carrying things for you, bringing you things, making you food… it was a noticeable trend. and it was pleasant, of course. who wouldn’t want their very attractive boyfriend doing things for them? but it started to make you feel bad. the way you showed him love rather came out in the ways of compliments and reassurances, and he seemed to appreciate that. he never made you feel as though that wasn’t adequate or as if he wanted more from you.

regardless, you felt as though you should start returning his energy. it didn’t come so naturally to you as it seemed it did to him; you had to put extra thought into what you could offer him. as he was cooped in your shared room responding to work emails and doing other business things you didn’t quite fully understand, it came to you.

of course. how had you not come to this conclusion before. it seemed so obvious. you should’ve figured it out sooner.

sitting next to him in bed, previously scrolling aimlessly through pinterest, you leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. while yuki didn’t look your way after the action, he did smile. “i’m gonna go busy myself, okay? don’t overwork yourself.”

“okay.” he responded. then he looked up. “can you close the door on your way out of the room? i have a phone call in a few minutes. and i don’t want to disturb you.”

“alright.” you smiled back at him, and he returned his attention to his work.

on your way out of the bedroom, you closed the door to his request. you were thankful he asked, because what you had planned would work a lot better if he didn’t know about it until it was done. this being a surprise would make it a whole lot more fun.

in the kitchen, you gave your hands a quick wash. drying your hands off on the nearest kitchen towel, you gave yourself a moment to take a quick moment. gather your ideas, get grounded, make a plan. with your hands on your hips you stood there, contemplating your options. scanning the countertops and recalling what was in the fridge and pantry.

your mind goes back to the pinterest browsing you’d just been doing. how hard could pasta sauce be?

luckily, you had a pack of chicken breasts in the fridge. that seemed like a solid place to start.

you got everything you needed - the chicken, a cutting board, sharp knife, and of course, an apron of yuki’s. a cheesy “kiss the chef” printed on the front. something you bought him.

it started off smoothly. cutting the chicken into chunks, albeit inconsistently sized ones. but it’d do. it all went downhill when you misplaced a finger and that became a target instead of the chicken.

“ow! fuck.” you exclaimed, thankfully keeping your voice low enough. you muttered a few more expletives as you rinsed your finger and then held a paper towel to it to calm the bloodflow as you searched for a bandaid. hello kitty ones happened to be your only option. well, if it works, it works.

once you finished chopping up the chicken into more or less sizable bites, you put them into the pan. turning on the kitchen air filter, you got to frying. you couldn't quite figure out why they were crusting faster than when yuki cooked, even though it was on a low heat, but you went with it. what else could you do, really? you weren’t going to ask him about it. that’d ruin the surprise aspect. once it seemed like it was starting to burn, you hurriedly turned off the stove and moved the pan away. eyebrows furrowed, you paid little mind to it. you had a sauce to make. slightly burnt chicken wasn’t going to throw you off your mission.

you put a pot where the pan previously was, mixing in the ingredients you could recall from the recipe on pinterest. your phone was left in the bedroom, so it wasn’t like you could check. you weren’t quite sure on the exact measurements - were you supposed to put in a teaspoon or a tablespoon of salt? was it maybe a cup? - but what huge difference could the little details make? it’s just sauce. simple and easy. not fully confident in the little things but confident in the overall project, you turned on the heat and got to stirring. once it started to bubble, you dumped in the chicken. bad idea. your forearms got a quick shower from the sauce that splashed up with the drop.

with a groan, you put down the now empty pan and went to rinse the sauce off your arms. in the meantime, the pot began to bubble over. suddenly getting overwhelmed, you were almost frozen in your actions. that’s when you heard your bedroom door.

“no!” you shouted, rushing now to the overflowing pot, turning off the stove. “go back inside, yuki!”

he stopped before he could fully step out, and went right back in. he was poking his head out the door, as puzzled as ever. you thanked just about everything in the world that the kitchen was angled away from the bedroom and he couldn't see if he didn’t come out. “ehm, y/n?”

“yes?” you called back, the stress manifesting itself into your voice despite how you tried to hide it.

“what are you doing?”

“you’ll see!”

“and why can’t i come out?”

“um, same answer!”

he sounded so confused it was almost cute. it also made you all the more determined to make this work and to get it done as fast as possible, so you got to wiping up the spilt liquid. you didn't hear anything from yuki for a minute or two, so you simply assumed he went back to his room. but impatient as ever, he was still at the door, head ever so slightly sticking out.

“when will you be done?” he asked, making you only then realize he was still there. the newfound knowledge made you pick up the pace even more, getting to the part where you’d starting heating the sauce again and putting the pasta to boil.

“um…” you frowned, hands on your hips as you watched both pots cook. “that’s a great question, love. really.”

“does it have a great answer?” he asked, and you giggled.

“maybe not?”

he sighed so hard you can hear him from way over where you were standing, and you giggled again. “not too long, you big baby.”

he sighed again, and you heard a light thud. with that you exited the kitchen and went to go see what that was, only to see that he’d sat right at the entrace of the bedroom door.

“you’re ridiculo-”

before you could finish that statement, he perked up, looking equal parts excited, curious, and alarmed. “why are you wearing an apron?”

you’d forgotten you were wearing it. your eyes widened and you bolted out of his eyeline and back into the kitchen. “i- i don’t know what you’re talking about!”

but he didn’t drop it. with a wide grin you couldn't see from your position, he asked, “are you cooking something?”

“um, no!” you answered while stirring the pasta pot. liar. “i don’t know why you’d think that! honestly!”

“you’re cooking something!” he exclaimed, clearly delighted. you’d never cooked for or around him and he had no idea it was because you’d never been good at it, so now his hopes were high. oh no. there goes the element of surprise you wanted so badly.

you huffed in frustration, turning off the stove. next you strained the pasta. you didn’t even try anything, or taste the sauce in between. despite this, you decided you were ready to hand it over to yuki. sadness at the ruined surprise long forgotten, you plated a dish of your concoction, all but buzzing with excitement. setting your creation at the end of the dining table, you called to yuki in a sing-song voice.

“i’m done!”

he was to his feet in an instant, and at the dining table even sooner. he eyed the dish. “so you were cooking!”

“you weren't supposed to know! so, act, surprised.”

he raised an eyebrow at your statement.

“go on.” you said, expectant.

he let out an exaggerated gasp, and put a hand over his mouth. “i can’t believe this, y/n.”

“that’s more like it.” you said with a satisfied smile. “now, sit.”

and so he did. you sat down, too, despite not having a plate for yourself. you watched as he twisted the fork around the spaghetti, getting in a piece of chicken and plenty sauce in with his bite.

you only thought positively as he put it in his mouth, but every optimistic thought fled when you saw his wide-eyed expression. he seemed to try and chew further, only to get an even worse expression and proceed to hurry to the trash bin.

with slight dramatization, you don’t think you’ve ever been more shocked or hurt in your life.

before you could protest, he spoke up. “are you trying to poison me?”

“excuse me?”

“the chicken is raw!”

“what? i cooked it.”

“did you use enough oil?”

you went silent for a moment, only staring and blinking. “...i was supposed to add oil?”

his jaw dropped. “y/n, i love you, but- please, never try cooking again.”

“never?”

“never.” yuki confirmed with a nod. “ever, ever, ever. it was so salty, too. and noodles undercooked. how much salt did you add?”

you frowned. “not much. only one cup.”

“what?!”

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silversainz · 2 years

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Not perfect

yuki tsunoda x reader

summary: in which Yuki doesn't think he's enough for reader and starts to question if he's the right person for them

warnings: poorly written, not proofread, angst, talks of self-doubt, comparing himself to somebody else, panic attack, cussing, Yuki being rude to reader, fluff ending.

yuki was one person who never questioned himself when it came to relationships, he considered himself to be quite a romantics and loved to do things for the people he loved, which is you. but there are some days where he starts to question if he's a good enough man for you and if you think that you deserve better.

yuki looked at you and the way you laughed and smiled whenever you talked to Pierre and that made him look down at his phone in shame, he knew he shouldn't he feeling like this. but you just looked so happy to be talking to Pierre and that made him think maybe, it's best if he let you go, to go be with somebody like Pierre. who was not only smart but handsome and made people go crazy for his thick accent, and plus he seemed to make you happy.

"yuki your car is ready" one of the mechanics yelled in yuki's direction causing him to look away from his phone and saw you skipping over to him with a huge smile on your face.

"have a good practice today babe" you kissed his cheek and watched as he headed towards his car, without even saying anything to you, which caused you to frown "hey you okay?" you leaned onto the side of his car trying to look at him but you were quickly pushed to the side, sense practice was starting.

once practice was done, Yuki was beyond frustrationd with how practice ended. first his engine started acting weird which made him go slow and then somebody almost crashed into him three times and now at the end his car just completely gave out and that made practice end early for him.

walking into the garage, Yuki didn't acknowledge anybody instead he just threw his helmet to side and walked into his own room. Thankful that you weren't in there when he came back. It sounded wrong that he was thankful for that. but by the way his head was pounding with an headache from overthinking early, he just wanted to be alone.

15 minutes went by and Yuki had calmed down and realised that maybe tomorrow he will qualify at a good start. and so he came out of his room, walked around thanking everybody for working hard today and went to find you, only to find you on your laptop working and having a snack.

"Hey I was going to come find you, but work called I'm sorry" you walked up to him and kissed his temple, before sitting back down and pushing your laptop away from your body.

"it's um, okay" Yuki walked up to the snack bar and grabbed something, that he clearly wasn't craving and sat down in front of you" what are you working on?" yuki saw the way your smile grow and showed him the designs on your laptop. god he loved your smile so much.

"a new design for yours and Pierre suits. That your crew wanted me to work on" you showed him all the designs you were working on and your smile dropped once you saw he wasn't all that interested and instead his focus was on Pierre, and saw the way he looked disappointment.

"yuki are you okay?" he still didn't answer you so instead you tried to make a joke "jeez if you wanted me leave for Pierre, you could. I wouldn't mind" you laughed at your own stupid joke but stopped once you saw how he wasn't laughing.

"seriously are you oka-

yuki stood up from his seat and pushed it to the side while walking towards his room, with his head down.

god he felt embarrassed to feel this way

not even a five minutes later, he heard you knocking on his door multiple times and when he thought you stopped and left. you slowly opened his door and peaked your head inside, only to find him laying on his couch with a towel thrown over his eyes and head

"hey you okay?" you walked up to him slowly, thinking he was asleep because of how quiet he was being. "yuki...are you okay?" you nearly jumped out of your own skin when you saw how fast he jumped up from his couch and stood in front of you.

"Can you just fuck off please" your eyes widened and stood in shook "I can't deal with all this 'are you okay baby' 'do you need something baby' just leave me alone and fuck off already" Yuki walked over to his desk and sat down with his head in his hands.

"yeah, um, sure I'll leave you alone" you went to leave but said one more thing "if you need me I'll be waiting for you outside" and with that you turned and left. leaving Yuki alone again with his own thoughts.

he hated feeling like this, he knew you loved him and would never hurt in any kind of way. but the other side of him told him that you deserved somebody better, somebody who was more handsome and somebody who treated you more fairly than him, somebody was Pierre. he knew Pierre liked you way before him and he knew Pierre was going to ask you out at some point, but never did once he found out that he also liked you.

He felt trapped in his own negative thoughts. the angel on one side, told him that he was enough and that you loved him for who he was and that you wouldn't trade him in for nobody else, but the little devil on the other side of his shoulder, told him that he wasn't enough and he needed to leave you alone, let you be with somebody who more likely deserved you than anything else.

he felt angry and picked up a random object and threw it at the wall, putting a hole in it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" he started panicking inside and he found it difficult to breathe and his vision started getting blurry "god fucking damnit" he was having a panic attack. He grabbed onto his chest holding onto it, while he sid down the wall. he took in deep breaths slowly and started naming all the random objects around his room, just like you do for him when he has random attacks.

eventually he cleaned down his breathing still shallow but he somehow managed to stand up and sat down on his couch. He covered his head with his hands and looked down in ashamed of having all these thoughts so bad that they caused him to have a panic attack.

an hour went by and he still hadn't heard or seen you, so he decided to go find you. only to find you sitting in the place as before, snacking on something while working and chatting away with some mechanics, they all looked amazined at something you were showing them on your laptop, he felt himself smiling but immediately frowned when he remember how be treated you earlier.

You looked up, gave him a small wave and a smile before returning to work and showing the guys all the work you had done. yuki sat a few chairs down and waited until you were done to walk up to you.

"You're an amazing artist y/n, see you soon" the mechanics walked away after chatting with you for the past ten minutes and waved at Yuki, Yuki returned the wave and walked over to sit in front of you.

"You feeling better" you moved your laptop to the side again and looked at him with concerned eyes. yuki looked around and saw nobody was near you both and finally felt comfortable enough to have an conversation with you.

"I wanna talk to you about something" you nodded your head in a way that tells to continue with what he needs to say "I've been, um, fuck, I've been having some thoughts lately that aren't good" Yuki looked down in shame, embarrassed that he was actually having this conversation with you.

you reached over and grabbed onto his hand, in a way to comfort him. He took this as a sign to continue talking "I saw the way earlier that you were talking and laughing with Pierre and that made me so pissed off" he stopped himself and took his hand back "you looked so happy to be talking with him and that made me rethink everything that we have going on.."

"yuki we've been together for almost three years, what exactly are you saying" you looked at him in shook, tears welling up in your eyes.

"maybe you should be with somebody like Pierre. Who's good enough for you. I love you I do. But I can't be with you knowing that there is somebody out there who is willing to give you something more, than I could ever" Yuki couldn't look at you in the eyes, he couldn't handle seeing the look in your eyes.

"are you serious right now" he stayed silent. "do you really think that Pierre, out of everybody, Pierre made treat me way better than you do. why on Earth would you think that I deserve somebody like him, to make me happy and feel something that I only feel for you?" you looked angry and upset that he would think like that.

"I don't know, maybe I'm not good enough for you" you got up from your seat and stood in front of him with your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at you.

"yuki you are more than enough for me. I don't know told that you that you weren't, but whoever did are so wrong. I love you for you, not because you're a racer or because of Pierre, but because of you and your personality." you kissed him softly and got down on your knees "you are somebody I want to marry someday, not Pierre. But you, because I've been in love with you since I first saw you" you gave him another kiss "and that was three, almost four years ago and I want to spend my whole life with you if I can" you gave him yet another kiss

he slowly nodded his head " I just want to feel enough for you, and not feel like I'm wasting your time. I just want you to be happy" he played with his hands, getting nervous that you would take that as a sign and leave him for good

"yuki, you are more than enough for me. you aren't wasting my time and you sure as hell make me feel so happy that I feel like I could die sometimes from feeling so much happiness that only you give me." you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you again "I love you Yuki. don't think that I deserve somebody else, just because you think so. I don't I deserve you and only you, because you're the only man who I imagine myself marrying one day"

yuki didn't say anything instead he brought you in for a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You felt Yuki smile into the kiss and that warmed your heart "I'm sorry. I love you, I love you so fucking much" he leaned his forehead against yours and held the back of your head with his hands, not wanting to let you go.

"Shh so apologizing. you don't need to" and with that Yuki pulled you in for another kiss.

#yuki tsunoda #yuki tsunoda x reader #yuki tsunoda x you #yuki tsunoda imagine #yuki tsunoda fanfic #Yuki tsunoda f1 #AlphaTauri #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 #formula 1

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standbyric · 1 year

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"Tsu"-ndere much?

Pairing: Yuki Tsunoda x female!reader Premise: High School AU Rating: G (couple of cheese, suspended ending, because I might wanna turn this into a series because Yuki I swear is so cute… in a manly way.) Word Count: 1.4k Sum: Spicy Yuki and bubbly you.

"HOLY shit!"

Yuki jumped back in utter shock at you suddenly popping in front of him as soon as he shut his locker door close.

“Show up like a normal person, would you!” He grunted.

“Good morning, Yuki! Oh, wait—it’s no longer morning, tehee!”

Yuki cursed under his breath as he heard the subtle giggle from his teammates behind him. He wiped his face with his hand abruptly, glaring at them, who had made it their hobby to make fun of their ace.

As usual, there was no point in arguing with you. And as usual, you didn’t lose your smile; instead, it was getting bigger.

“Here! You handed him a neatly wrapped lunchbox. “I didn’t put pickles, and I put a lot of sausages, just the way you like it! Eat lots, darling!”

“Oh, and I made enough for the boys, too. Eat slowly, boys. I know my cooking is delish and all, but I don’t want you guys to choke.” You gave them a wink before skipping your way through the busy hallway, saying you’ve got a council meeting to attend to.

And his friends could no longer hold back their laughter.

Yuki tensed his forehead in frustration.

Alright, he had to admit you had an exceptional talent for cooking.

Your lunches always looked lovely and professional, and they always tasted amazing. He’d even bet if you were to open a restaurant, you’d definitely succeed.

But this was you he was talking about. That one girl with a ta~d bit too much energy who wouldn’t shut up about her crush on him.

Like that one time when you thought it was a good idea to scream his name with a megaphone from the 3rd floor, startling him so bad that he threw the basketball into the teacher’s office. Although he did get away with it after an extra ten laps (on top of his usual twenty) around the field. Plus, a week on toilet duties.

Or that time when you insisted on washing his basketball uniform after accidentally pouring a bottle of red paint all over it. But then you just had to mistake the bleach for a detergent. He didn’t even complain and just quietly took his all-white (should’ve been dark blue) uniform from your hand.

But ever since that day when you confessed to him confidently with a bouquet of flowers in the open field, making him the Juliette to your Romeo, he’s made it his priority to ignore you and all your antics. After all, common sense just doesn’t sit right with you.

Yuki was just your ordinary high school boy who loved basketball more than anything. He wasn’t the school’s ace for no reason. To him, love and dates were less than secondary matters. They were nothing more than distractions that’d get in the way of his practice,

At first, he didn’t want to give his two cents about you. But after your constant wooing for his affection, it was just a matter of time before everyone at school begin to ship the hell out of you two.

Well, come on.

You were this cute, adorable, and brainy Student Council Vice President who was literally a bundle of radiance brimming with charisma, that people just pass on your shenanigans as your charm. Who else could be more fitting for you if not Yuki Tsunoda, the basketball team’s ace, who’d been constantly scouted by big universities specialising in basketball?

His name had also sat proudly on the regional high school tournament as the MVP for two years straight.

“But dude, like, I applaud her consistency,” Liam hissed in between his laugh.

“You know, if you’re gonna be so grumpy over that lunch, you can always give them to me. They’re like a hundred times better than the school cafeteria,” Marc added, his eyes fixed on the lunchbox. “I mean, she ain’t bad,” Callum cut in. “And I think she genuinely cares for you, bud.”

Yuki shook his head, scoffing at Callum’s remark. “She’s just overly passionate about this whole ace thing. Like everybody else.”

“Psh, dude. Everyone knows she has a hu~ge crush on you.”

Yeah. Marc wasn’t exactly wrong. You were not less popular than him. But in the span of just a month, you’ve rejected at least ten boys who confessed to you, telling them that Yuki’s gotten a hold of your heart.

Yuki chuckled “Everyone has a hu~ge crush on me, Callum Illiot.”

. . .

Yuki massaged his throbbing temples as he glanced at his textbook. His sighs were followed by the sighs of his friends, who were basically in the same boat as him. He blinked rapidly and pressed his forehead onto his notes as if they could imprint them in his memory.

It was the week before exam, and Yuki was getting a whole lot more sensitive. He’s got his hands full with training for the upcoming tournament, but the principal decided it was a good idea to exclude anyone from the tournament if they were to score beyond average.

If only studying was as easy as chasing a moving, bouncing ball on the field.

“This is killing me,” he mumbled, burying his face in the palm of his hands.

Two hours.

This was seriously the longest time he’s ever been in the sacred place called the school library.

One thing about Yuki, he was persistent.

So when his friends have all left, saying they fear the rotting of their brains was near if they kept up the holy activity of studying, he insisted to stay and re-read everything.

Unfortunately, he just couldn’t progress. In fact, he seemed to feel less intelligent than before.

“You know, darling, you can always use my help.”

“HOLY FUCK!”

Yuki jolted at your sudden appearance before being forcefully removed from the library for shouting.

As usual, you always have the weirdest but fitting timing to pop out. Just as he thought his day couldn’t get any worse, you showed up.

But, no. This was really not a good time to have you pester him with all your antics.

He quickly stood up, hand fumbling over his book and papers when you pulled his hand. “You could really use my help,” you whispered.

He grunted, releasing your grip on his wrist as he made his way outside the library (kicked out from shouting).

He was trying to walk faster, passing through the crowd of students. Shockingly, you were able to keep up, tailing closely behind him with your usual grin. Seriously, how were you able to keep up?

“Why are you chasing me?” He thwarted.

“Err, I don’t know?” You giggled. “Maybe because you’re running away?”

So he stopped abruptly, making you crash onto his toned back.

He turned around, wearing that antagonised look on his face. It was obvious to anyone looking that he was testing his patience with you.

“Look, I don’t know if saying this would make you understand but, I really don’t need your help. In fact, just, leave me alone. Please?” But upon seeing your lips slowly stretching into a smile, he knew that his words were useless.

“Oh my God. My darling just talk in full sentence with me!” You shrieked, enough to put the two of you into the spotlight now.

For the umpteenth time, Yuki sighed again.

Of course.

He should’ve known better; common sense didn’t exist in your dictionary.

“Stop being so all over me,” he rustled, turning his back from the unwanted attention as he continued to stroll along the corridor.

You, too, continued to stroll along behind him. “Why why why? I’m doing this because I want to!” You linked your arm onto his, your smile almost never leaving your face. You were looking at him like he was a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“Stop it,” he stifled his grunts as everyone started cheering.

“Come on. I can really help. I’ve heard everything from the principal. Besides, we could use the time to get to know each other better!”

“I said stop!” he barked, tossing your hand away from his.

For a moment he’s forgotten to control his strength, until he saw you stumbled backwards, your head about to kiss the ground.

So without a second thought, he grabbed your wrist, hand gripping your waist as he pulled you into his chest.

It didn’t take long for the crowd to go wild.

And it was only a matter of seconds until he felt your heart beating against his chest, going faster and faster. And he saw your cheeks burning red as you turned your head away from him, avoiding his gaze.

So he quickly released you from his grip. “Just. Stop.”

With that, he walked away. Leaving you behind with the crowd’s cheer, oblivious to his last statement.

You, too, quickly turned around, marching your way to your class as you squeezed your books closer to your chest.

Hehe 🤡 Yuki is the definition of alpha. Sorry for the suspended ending haha but I just needed to get this out of my system. Anyway, please do share and reblog this for more Yuki writings and since it took me some hours to render that super short gif. Yeah, well, my computer hasn't exactly been friendly with photoshop.

#Yuki tsunoda #formula one fanfiction #formula one au #formula one fic #formula one fanfic #yuki tsunoda fic #high school au #female reader #standbyricfic #sbrgif #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 #yuki tsunoda fanfic #formula one high school au #yuki tsunoda x reader #yuki tsunoda gif

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leoramage · 7 months

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Matchmaker of the Stars thing:

Sun - TAURUS

Moon - PISCES

Rising - SCORPIO

⊹ masterlist ⊹ taglist ⊹ game ⊹

LOADING... COMPLETED ! THE RESULTS HAD BEEN DECODED !

the lyran mage have matched you with YUKI TSUNODA!

- with scorpio as your ascendant, yuki already has acknowledged your persona because of his imum coeli in the same sign. expect that he'll feel at home with you however it is not guaranteed that you'll feel the same because of his neptune and uranus sitting in your 4th house (possibly). this adds flavor to the relationship but nothing too dire so it's not to be worried about.

- your taurus sun will be met by five placements of him in the same sign: taurus. this guy is really enthusiastic about opening his restaurant and you better be ready because you'll be his first customer to taste those food that he will make! so you better get your tummy ready because you'd be full and you haven't even eaten half of what he served 😭 cooking and buying you something is his love language and he crosses his fingers that you'd do the same. he'll be the sweetest guy just don't annoy him if he's in his element! also he'll be very emotionally invested in your career, making sure to hype you up! if he has the time, he'd make sure to send you a food box to your office because he doesn't want you to starve yourself. he's very vocal about keeping your health in check and would get mad too if you're not taking care of yourself!

- your pisces moon will be sitting on his 7th house in which he sees you as his epitome of being partner in life! overall, it is a harmonious relationship so far with it's usual ups and downs just like in any couple. it is just a matter of growth, maturity and being able to handle things at hand + compromising for one another!

any thoughts? thank you for participating! 𔘓

#games ! 🎮#astrology ! 🌌#formula one #formula 1 #f1 #yuki tsunoda #yuki tsunoda x reader #yuki tsunoda fic #yuki tsunoda fanfic #yuki tsunoda fanfiction

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thursdaythunder · 1 year

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guys. GUYS.

I finally finished chap two of fucking finally

again, this is a yukierre fic and i would love to hear your feedback either here or there

much love

#formula 1 #formula one fanfiction #yukierre #yuki tsunoda #yuki tsunoda fanfic #yuki / pierre #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre/yuki #pierre gasly #yukierre fanfic #AO3

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tomorrcwz · 5 months

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★ . . . 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐘𝐓𝟐𝟐

yuki tsunoda x fem!alphatauri!engineer!reader

in which you're like a gentle breeze in spring, always there but too hard to get, though the young Japanese tries his best to ask you out till you take matters in your own hands.

sitting down besides you at lunch break while his trainer michael sat two tables in front of him with a bright smile and a quick thumbs up, yuki took a deep breather before his face morphed into a happy expression.

you hadn't acknowledged him yet, deeply concentrated on reading whatever you had open on your work phone — he knew the difference between your private and the one alphatauri gave the staff.

he waited a few seconds, hoping you'd notice him but you only scrunched your eyebrows in confusing, tipping a reply to whoever wrote something to you; you were with the team for over two years now, starting off as the engineer of pierre, then nyck, daniel and now liam. everyone knew of your shyness though that didn't stop you from forming a bond with your drivers — yuki knew that you were still in contact with pierre every now and then, and you once shared a while ago that you were going to join nyck on a trip in the alps on winter break.

as the racing driver's hazy gaze lost its focus on the task at hand —asking you out—, to shift his eyes onto your beautiful hair, you finally finished up a mail, sending it out, and grab a fork to dig into the broccoli on your plate. then you dragged your eyes upwards to the cute man sitting to your right.

a soft smile etched on your lips as you chewed on the greens. he too smiled at you, swallowing the food he had eaten.

"hey y/n", he greeted you excitedly, big brown eyes interlocking with yours. you blushed, replying with a greeting and then returned to lunch.

that action didn't stop him from asking you through. "there's a flowershop around the corner on the way to our hotel. want to go later?"

you let out a small huff. "i'm busy with liam's car, won't make it back in time, yuki," you shared, "you could ask maria, she'd love to i bet."

his smile flattened and he slowly pushed himself up, putting away the dishes and made his way to the door of the cafeteria where his performance trainer michael already stood waiting. michael immediately took notice of his friend's dampened mood as they walked the staircase down to a media shoot with alphatauri's very own kiwi.

"I guess it didn't go as planned?", the trainer asked, concern written on his face. he got a shake of the head from the Japanese.

"said she's busy with liam's car", he groaned lightly before he changed his tone,"who the fuck is maria?"

whilst the grid's driver 22 ranted about his crush, you continued to sit alone at the round table, eating your lunch and tipping away on your phone till another presence took yuki's place.

liam lawson grinned at you brightly, just seen the interaction between yourself and his teammate — he like anyone else knew of yuki's everlasting ogling eyes at you but he also could proudly say that he was one of the few people who knew of your crush on the Japanese too; you were quite shy and obvious to the male's intention it seems, reasons why you kept your distance.

"mate, he's whipped", the kiwi giggled, causing a strand of blonde hair to fall against his face. gently you brushed it away, shaking your head. "You're delusional, liam", you moaned, taking your hand back to rest it on the table next to your now empty plate.

"i'm not delusional, you're just stupid, y/n. honestly you could murder someone and he'd throw heart eyes your way. he's that crazy for you", he sassed back, ignoring your rolling eyes as you got up.

"see you later, alligator", you mumbled under your breath.

"in a while crocodile", liam exclaimed.

"she likes him", liam said as he stood next to his former f2 teammate oscar piastri and alfa romeo's guanyu. "I don't understand how she's that obvious, the man's trying at any given opportunity."

"if she likes him, why doesn't she agree to go out with him?", guanyu asked, relative new to the crush-mess-situation at alphatauri. a frown was written all over his delicate features.

oscar shrugged his shoulders; he heard some gossip about the woman but didn't know if they were true.

"eh . . . its complicated I guess. I only know that her ex did some pretty shit things to hear and that's how she turned out the way she is now; shy and seemingly uninterested", the blonde man explained.

"but yuki isn't bad by any means", guanyu said in wonder, "he curses a lot but that's the only slightly negative thing about him."

oscar shook is head. "I don't think she'd mind his cursing — nyck did say she was pretty creative forming new insults."

as the three of them chatted about the pair, alex albon silently joined them while he fired away a lovely dovey message to his long-term girlfriend lily. his interest peaked up at the mention of y/n's name. "aren't they an item yet? just saw her running up to Michael and yuki, giving the later a piece of paper. my boy couldn't help himself but blush as red as tomato as she grabbed his hand."

"what do you mean?", liam's eyes grew bigger, "my girl got some balls? Unbelievable. "

"yeah unbelievable she didn't tell you", oscar sarcasticly grumbled under his breath. "Mate it happened probably five minutes ago."

Alex giggled at the aussi's comment, nodding in affirmation as the other men looked at him. then his gaze focused on the woman in question, you. "oi y/n", he started to wave, screaming your name once again to catch your attention, "we're here, left . . . the other left, ah yes."

your head snapped to the sound of someone screaming your name; there stood a few drivers, grinning at you excluding zhou who looked like he'd rather get somewhere more quiet than listening to whatever conservation happened in the first place. a few mechanics of the ferrari garage watched as you slowly made your way over to the drivers, letting your blush return — you didn't like the attention at all and right now if looks could kill the Williams driver would've been six feed under.

"what's the matter alex?", you mumbled, already aware that one of them would say things you didn't want to know.

the thai's left eyebrow moved upwards at your mildly excited voice. "cheer up buttercup, want to share with us what you gave yuki?"

a small huff escaped your lips; those men were stuck in bodies of teenagers. "Don't you have places to go?", you questioned, determined to end the conversation. "I have to go to a meeting where you also have to be there, mister lawson."

"fine", the kiwi muttered, drawing the 'i' out, "keep your secrets from your driver."

the little shithead you thought, rolling your eyes at the dramatic response whilst walking away to said meeting. "I'm glad danny will be back in a few weeks."

"Take that back", liam cried out, following you. As he catched up to you, he shoot a cheeky smirk at you and threw his right arm on your shoulder. "So", he sung," now that we're alone, you can revel your secret, y/n dearest."

another annoyed groan left your body; you knew he wouldn't let the subject go, it was like a superpower of his, being persistent.

"I've given him my number", you shared with him.

A proud smile formed on liam's face at the sentence, overjoyed of the news. "I'm a matchmaker", he whispered to himself in awe through you catched it.

Shaking your head, you revealed that a quick text message from former alphatauri driver nyck helped you out of your comfort zone.

"Oh for fucks shake that can't be true", liam said, voiced laced with disappointment.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #yuki tsunoda imagine #yuki tsunoda fanfic #yuki tsunoda blurb #yuki tsunoda #yuki tsunoda x you

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pucksandpower · 28 days

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Boop!

Charles Leclerc x Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: boop! boop! boop!

Max Verstappen strolls through the paddock, his mind preoccupied with race strategy, when suddenly a finger boops his nose.

“Boop!”

He blinks in surprise to find you grinning at him mischievously. “Y/N? What are you doing?“

“Booping!” You giggle, already breezing past him.

Max just shakes his head bemused as you make your way over to Lando Norris, who is chatting animatedly with his trainer. Without pause, you reach out and boop Lando’s nose.

“Boop!”

Lando’s eyes widen comically. “Wha … Y/N!”

You merely flash him a cheeky smile before skipping off, leaving a confused Lando behind.

Lewis Hamilton raises an eyebrow as you approach, but you disarm him with a brilliant smile before booping his nose lightly.

“Boop, Lew!”

The veteran driver blinks slowly. “Well, someone’s in a playful mood today.”

“Just bringing some fun to the paddock!” You trill, already bouncing towards the next target — a very confused Oscar Piastri.

As you boop Oscar’s nose with a cheerful “Boop!” that has him staring cross-eyed, Daniel Ricciardo happens to wander over, watching the scene with amusement dancing in his eyes.

“What’s all this then?“ Daniel chuckles as Oscar shoots him a pleading look.

You spin towards Daniel with a grin. “Boop!”

The Australian laughs as you tap his nose, not even trying to dodge. “You’re proper zippy today, aren’t ya?“

With a parting wink, you flit off to find your next victim. Logan Sargeant jumps when you appear beside him and boop his nose without warning.

“Gah! Oh, it’s just you, Y/N.” Logan exhales in relief as you chirp, “Boop!”

Pierre Gasly watches you dubiously as you skip up to him. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but I don’t think I want any part of-”

“Boop!”

You cut him off cheerfully by booping his nose, leaving Pierre blinking owlishly as you dance off to accost Alex Albon.

“Hey, hey, watch out!” Alex yelps as your finger lands on the tip of his nose with a decisive “Boop!”

You simply beam at him before bouncing towards Yuki Tsunoda. The young Japanese driver eyes you warily.

“What do you want?“

“Boop!” You poke his nose lightly.

“What does that even mean?“ Yuki mutters in bafflement as you skip away, already focusing on your next target.

Fernando Alonso regards you with an arched eyebrow as you approach. You don’t even break stride, swiftly booping his nose with a cheeky “Boop!” before carrying on, leaving the eldest rookie of F1 faintly bemused.

Spotting George Russell chatting with Lance Stroll, you make a beeline for the duo. As you reach them, you boop first George’s nose with a bright “Boop!” earning a surprised blink, then turn and boop Lance, calling out a cheery “Boop!”

Lance gapes at you. “Did you just … boop me?“

“Yep!” You shoot him a sunny smile before whirling off in search of new targets.

As you roam the paddock, your gaze lands on your boyfriend laughing with his mechanics. Shooting him a mischievous look, you zip over and stand on your tiptoes to plant a loud “Boop!” on his nose.

Charles jerks back, eyes widening comically before focusing on you. “Mon amour? What are you doing?“

You bite your lip coquettishly, eyes sparkling as you watch him process what just happened.

Slowly, a grin tugs at the corners of Charles’ mouth. “Oh, I see how it is.”

Quick as a flash, he reaches out to boop your nose lightly. “Boop!”

You let out a delighted laugh as he pulls you into his arms, cradling your face in his hands as he gazes at you adoringly. Your smiles mingle barely a breath apart before Charles leans in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss that sends butterflies fluttering in your belly.

As he draws back, eyes twinkling, Charles murmurs, “Not that I’m complaining, but why did you suddenly decide to go around booping everyone’s noses today?“

You grin up at him impishly. “Well, there’s this thing called tumbl-”

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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one last ride for the alpha - p.gasly & y.tsunoda

masterlist

requested: y but also n

pairings: Pierre gasly x fem!reader & yuki tsunods x fem!reader + nsfw ideas mentioned

warnings: not intended for minors + mentions of Pierre being a tripod

a/n: loved love affair and ride that like a Mercedes? I’m back with another one of these bad boys 😁😁🫶feedback is always appreciated xx

ps: hope this eases our pain and suffering of that Miami race 😔🫶

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

it’s a bittersweet ending for Pierre, one last time riding along side his best friend. the season was a rollercoaster, it always is, but Pierre is excited to move forward and be out of Red Bulls grasp once and for all.

“that’s it for us.” yuki leans against his friends shoulder, hair tickling his friends chin, “aren’t you going to miss me?”

Pierre laughs, “miss you? no!” he jokes, shoving the Japanese man off of his body trying to get up from the booth of the table they are situated at.

the drinks keep flowing, sake is being shoved down his throat while they listen to others sing karaoke. the girl on the stage has Pierre mesmerized, the guy she came with left hated the public embarrassment she was bringing to him, so she and Charlotte both sang together, instantly clicking.

the songs over, and Pierre pushes himself up from the seat, swerving around the tables and people, meeting you in the middle, “I knew you were looking at me.” you say, index finger pulling his shirt collar closer to you.

“hard to look away,” he pushes the hair out of your face, “you’re just too hot.” he tries to press his lips against yours, but you pull away.

“get me a drink first then you can kiss me.”

and he does, but he gets you so much more than that. more than what you can say thank you for, because the way he’s treating is better than the guy you came with.

he works you slow, hand moves up your thigh, you hardly notice until his finger nails are pulling on the fabric of your panties. it’s when you turn around from giggling with Charlotte to see what he’s doing, “you have a mind of your own, don’t you?”

“you want to get out of here?” his voice is low, fingers pushing your hair off your shoulder you can’t help but nod you can’t say a word.

and you basically don’t the whole night, the only thing that comes from you are moans and gasps while he goes at you all night. he’s big, what did you expect? of all the rumors you’ve heard, they were true, he was ten times better than you ever expected him to be.

he moves slow, takes his time discovering every inch and area of you, it makes you twitch and squirm, he’s so good at that. he knows how to make you whine, how to make you cum in a matter of seconds, he’s just that good.

you don’t think anybody could be better than that.

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when you wake up the next morning, the person you see is half who you expected to see. how did you end up here? how’d you end up in his bed and not the others? what happened that you don’t remember?

when you turn over to look at the nightstand for the time, you’re met with bottles of sake in your field of vision making you moan. this is how you ended up here.

“time?” he asks, thick Japanese accent shining through, he lets out a raspy groan when you don’t reply fast enough. the phone in between you both lights up and instantly he reaches for it.

“no, no I’m fine. yeah she’s here, why do you ask?” he pulls the phone away from his ear and over to yours. you don’t even have time to make a reaction before the cold device is held against your ear.

“ah cherie, have fun last night? I did, and I’m sure yuki did too! quite a show I’ll say, singing and all.” he chuckles, the sound of his laughter sends a pounding to your head. you want him to stop, but you can barely vocalize your needs without feeling a fire in your throat and the nausea wave through your body.

you’re mumbling trying to find words to come out of your mouth, but your voice box cracks and nothing comes. those boys must’ve truly broke you, you think to yourself.

when you look over at the man beside you, who’s now peacefully asleep once again, some of it floods back. how he held you while you rode him, the way his hand pressed against your throat, and how he had you begging on your knees. it’s the minor details you remember, but it’s clearly why you’re in this state in the first place.

“enjoy your slumber with yuki, I’ll come get you tonight. wear that black dress you were talking about, I still have those heels of yours you claim that match.”

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dpr-stay · 10 months

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The Moon | YT22

Chef Au! Yuki Tsunoda x Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, i think a few swears, the feels, i don't think i referred to gender.

WC: ~5.1k

Did i do this instead of course work? Maybe Do I regret it? Maybe Anyways, Yuki's so acts of service coded. I may have read a little too much 'the bear' fanfic whoops. also i only listened to winter cafe by lamp while writing this so bam. i'm a mobile user anyway.

The restaurant had been closed for a few hours at this point, the full-moon well having claimed the spot of the sun, the darkness of night taking over for a few hours till the early morning sunrise peaked over the horizon and you woke again.

You would probably have to get a taxi, you thought to yourself as you peeked through the gap between the kitchen and the empty dining area through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, you wouldn’t be able to walk home tonight.

You lived in a very safe place, so you weren’t necessarily scared of being kidnapped or the like. You just hated the dark. You’d always hated the dark, you didn’t fear the things in it or the possibilities it held, just the feeling of not being able to see. That feeling had always unsettled you, even as a baby.

Your mum had always told stories of you not being able to sleep anywhere but her side during your primary years. She always brought it up for a laugh over tea with the other ladies in the small town where you grew up, their fake laughter resounding through your ears as you sat at the end of one of the ladies ornate couches and sipped quietly from your cup, taking up as little space as possible.

Those tea parties were always the worst, sitting in a stuffy room of grown-up’s who could only tell stories of their past, too afraid of the future. You were always the youngest as well, the older children looking down on you when you tried to play with them.

Your only respite was the pastries eventually served sometime during their get-together. You’d come back in from one of the ladies' backyards, your fill of solitarily walking around her yard ten times sufficiently achieved, and you’d see the most lovely pastries piled high on tables you couldn’t quite reach.

A little stumbling and you’d finally reach the table, climbing on the chairs to be able to grab them, their intricate shapes, different colours, and varying textures meaning you tried every variation of every sweet you could find. This always prompted laughter among the older ladies, you being dubbed the ‘Sweet Thief’. You were not sure if this was meant to be affectionate or insulting, but your mother’s sharp gaze when you got back into the car after the party clued you in to the latter.

The opening of the office door snapped you out of your reverie and you looked back to see your boss exit the small room, where he had been doing paperwork. He barely glanced at you as he grabbed a sponge and started to wipe down the steel work benches, muttering under his breath.

You moved from your spot of being perched on your tiptoes to look through the serving gap and shuffled into the office to grab soap from under the sink, quickly pouring a measuring cups worth into the mop bucket before filling the bucket up the rest of the way with water. A quick twist of the mop head in the bucket mixed the soapy water before you shuffled back out of the office, dragging the bucket with your feet.

You moved in silence, him wiping down the benches with his sponge, cloth, and spray kit and you mopping the floor, trailing after him as to not make him stand on the wet floor. When you finished mopping you pushed the bucket out the backdoor before crouching down and tipping the dirty water down the drain installed in the middle of the concrete patio.

While the water drained, you looked up and absorbed your surroundings. The moon shone down onto the landscape, hundreds of green paddies stretching as far as the eye could see, paths between the patches appearing to resemble snakes the further the eye looked. You could occasionally see the headlights of cars flash on roads that wound along the mountains that enclosed the large valley, people with their own lives hurrying to make it somewhere. Anywhere.

One car caught your attention and you found yourself speculating. Maybe it was an important businessman being driven by his chauffeur? Could it be a runaway child being driven back to his parents? You watched until the car disappeared, it’s fading lights causing you to squint against the harsh light shining down on you.

You looked up at the lightbulb that Yuki had installed quietly after you’d told him of your fear of the dark and cursed. Darn the thing for being so bright! Your head snapped back down and you started rapidly blinking, scrunching your face as you blinked.

When you got your vision back, you stood up and grabbed the bucket, lugging it back into the building. The door opened when you nudged it with your foot and you quickly put the mop back in its place before moving back to the kitchen.

A quick look at Yuki confirmed that he was nearly done with his clean up routine and you moved to the small employee area, where you grabbed your phone and keys from a small pigeon-hole before grabbing your jacket from a hook and making your way back to the kitchen, trying to put on your coat as you walked.

Yuki looked at the sound of the door opening and a small smile came onto his face as he saw you, holding all of your items with one hand and struggling to put your jacket on. He dropped the cloth he was holding, wiping the residue away onto his apron, before he walked over to you and taking your jacket off your floundering form. He held it out so that you could weave your free hand into the sleeve before you swapped your stuff to your other hand and he held out the other sleeve for you to put your arm through. He nodded at you when he was done and power-walked back to his station, cleaning with vigor.

“Are you leaving yet?” He asked with his back turned. You nodded, paused, then began speaking. “Oh! Yeah, I think I’ll just wait till a taxi comes around and then I’ll go.” You said and he shot a curious glance back at you which you returned with a smile. He continued wiping down, his pace increased.

“That could take hours, y’know.” He said after a second and you sighed, leaning back against one of the benches. You were lucky he was turned around, not prepared to cop the brunt of his ‘are you serious, I just cleaned that’ glare.

“Hopefully it won’t, I might still be here when you come for opening.” He released a small laugh and you both descended into a comfortable silence. You grabbed your phone to see you had 0 notifications, a pleased sigh releasing from your throat.

Opening the taxi app for your area, you saw that the expected time for a taxi was indeed a couple hours and you groaned. You didn’t see Yuki’s shoulders tense at your sound, too absorbed in your phone.

“You were right.” You half-whined to your boss, too tired to care. He chuckled and shook his head.

“You shouldn’t stay back so late.” He murmured, before turning around and beginning to take off his apron. You didn’t comment on his arm muscles as he undid the knot. He moved around you to place his apron on a hook before looking at you.

“I could drive you home, you know.” He said, almost hesitantly, and you paused, stunned. You and Yuki were pretty close, very good friends out of work and you worked insanely well together during work, but you’d never progressed past meeting outside of work.

It was a line you both hadn’t crossed yet though sometimes you wished you had. Clearing the thought from your mind, you cleared your throat, leaning back and eventually nodding, hoping you covered your shock.

“Uh y-yeah. That sounds good, thanks.” You said and he nodded, going to step away before pausing and turning back to you. You watched curiously as he leaned forward, feeling heat rush to your cheeks the closer he got. He reached out a hand and slowly wiped away a stray hair that had fallen in front of your eyes, clearing your vision and giving you a pristine look at the man.

He had been one of the boys from your hometown, his family always seemingly on the outside. They had had money, something that most of your town envied, and Yuki had always seemed to get what he wanted, being able to race karts and have his parents attend his races, something that you always envied.

However, when his parents found out that he didn’t want to follow in their footsteps of leading their company and wanted to become a chef, they left him. They cut off all support, financial and emotional, and left him with his grandma. You only knew this because you’d seen him working tirelessly at his grandma’s bakery everyday on your way back from your school, trying to raise enough to eventually put himself through culinary school.

He’d vanished when you were both around two years out from getting your certificate, briefly being a trending topic among the townsfolk before being promptly forgotten. You’d only remembered him when you’d walked into the building you were in now, your resume in hand and a strong need to work radiating from you.

Somehow he had managed to buy the shop and had been running it since he’d left your hometown. It wasn’t hugely successful, it was in the middle of farmland of course, but it was a popular spot among students, who often rode their bikes past on their way home from school, and for locals to have a nice warm meal. Yuki had made his own way in the world.

You’d never asked him about what happened with his parents, where they went or if he talked to them now, it wasn’t your place. You were curious, of course, about all aspects of your boss. He was a quiet but kind man, one you couldn’t believe hired you, considering your forte was pastry making and his shop was more traditional cuisine. His hiring you wasn’t exactly surprising though once you got to know him, considering his main characteristic was being extremely thoughtful.

He’d often leave out water and treats for stray cats and would give a kid a free meal if they looked like they needed one. You didn’t question it when he asked if you were afraid of the dark, seeing the way you always left the shop with your phone light in one hand and your flashlight keyring turned on in the other, only to find later that week that he’d installed outdoor sensor lights which kept the dark away while you performed your duties outside and eventually walked away from the shop.

The light touch of his pinky against your eyebrow brought you back to the present and you jolted as you snapped back. He quickly drew away from you, retreating and hiding his hand away in his pocket. You both stood there awkwardly for a second before he cleared his throat.

“Wait outside, yeah? I’ll just be a second.” He said and then walked briskly back into the office, closing the door and immediately slumping against it. You couldn’t see him do this, but the creaking door pressing into the doorframe hinted it to you anyway. You quickly turned away before you let yourself speculate why.

Walking through the door to the dining area, your shoes clacked on the tiles as you made the small venture to the front door. The place wasn’t exactly classy, it was more homely, but it had charm. The laminated menu items stuck to the front window (something you’d seen his grandmother hang up, unaware of the way he shot you an exasperated glance at the decor) didn’t stop moonlight from shining onto the small two person laminate-wood tables.

The white and orange leaf-pattern plastic chairs also reflected the moonlight and you thought back to when you’d suggested buying them as a joke only to watch Yuki speculate for a moment before placing an order for them, even though they clashed heavily against the whole aesthetic.

The small service counter in front of the wall with the service window was missing your coworker, her having gone home hours ago. You walked diverted to the desk and bent over the top of it, quickly checking that everything was locked up and in place, before hopping down and walking to open the front door.

The sound of cicadas and the refreshing smell of clean air greeted you as you walked through the glass door, the tiny tinkling of a bell sounding in your ears. The light flicked on and you surveyed the small road in front of the shop, the dust having settled since the last car drove on it. The gravel was in contrast to the lush greeness that spanned in front of you, the front of the shop having practically the same view as the back, except from here you could see a small town.

That was where you, and to the best of your knowledge, Yuki lived. It was also where a large amount of your customers lived, them mostly dropping in during the day. You don’t know why the shop was built so far away from the town, maybe it used to be exclusively a place where farmers would have their breaks during the day, but it was doing ok so far.

The moon was blocked by the shop when you turned around and you frowned. You’d seen it earlier, it hadn’t moved that fast had it? That was when you noticed something you’d never seen before, a ladder. A ladder was tilted against the side of the shop and, after a quick glance through the windows to see no movement, you figured a quick peek wouldn’t hurt. You scampered over to the ladder and shook it to see if it was steady or not. No movement later and you had climbed the ladder, to stand cautiously on the concrete roof.

You looked up and, at that exact moment, the sensor light turned off, revealing the stars and the moon to you in all their unfiltered glory. A gasp left your lips, the pure beauty of the scene you were watching captivating you. You sat down, still staring up at the night sky, no thought about capturing the moment with your phone camera in your mind.

The sensor light turned on and you heard the tinkling of the bell, signifying that Yuki had left the shop, a concerned call of your name leaving his lips after a few seconds.

“Up here!” You called, moving to look over the side of the building down the ladder. Yuki appeared at the bottom of the ladder and fixed you a concerned look.

“Are you ok? It might be dangerous up there…” He said and you shook your head.

“Yuki.” Your call of his first name made him snap to attention, staring at you, an expression you didn’t recognise covering his face.

“Come up here and watch with me.” You said softly and he took a second before nodding, you reaching over to hold the top of the ladder steady as he made his way up. He clambered over the edge of the roof and moved to sit beside you after making sure the ladder would stay standing.

He sat down beside you with a huff, a little closer than you had been expecting. He must’ve realised how close he sat as well, a small sound leaving his throat before he slightly shifted away from you. You looked away as your cheeks burned.

You heard his head tilt back to look at the sky and a small approving hum leave his lips that had you turning to look at him.

“You ever come up here before?” You asked quietly and he shook his head. “I just had the ladder out for repairs.” He mused to the sky and you gently elbowed him, him overdramatically hissing in response. You rolled your eyes in jest.

“You should’ve told me, I would’ve helped you.” Your words made him quiet down and he shook his head. The moment sat for a second before you turned back to the sky. The silence stretched as did the night sky before you both. You wondered if he was, at any point, into the stars as a kid.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” You quietly mused as you stared at the floating orb.

“It is quite.” Yuki said, inhaling and turning to look at you as he replied. You pondered that before turning to make eye contact with him.

“Did you ever want to be an astronaut?” He looked a bit put-out by your words before laughing wrly.

“Uhh I guess. But hasn’t every kid wanted to be an astronaut?” He said and turned back to the sky. You shrugged.

“I didn’t.” He looked shocked by your reply.

“Really? You never wanted to leave everything behind and go into space?” He asked and you just shook your head after a second.

“No, I always knew what I wanted to do. I always wanted to cook.” You said and he sighed, sounding almost mournful.

“Don’t lie.” He quietly murmured, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

“You always wanted to bake.”

The distinction was important. Your heart clenched at the truth in his words and the unfamiliar look in his eyes. You tried to diffuse the newly made tension with a small joke, hoping you could get back the relaxed feeling you had when staring at the sky.

“I don’t know Yuki, I’ve gotten pretty good at plating salmon.” He scoffed at your poor attempt of a joke and you smiled lightly at the sound. Both of you turned to look back at the sky, the stars continuing to shine.

After a minute or two, Yuki uttered your name and you drew your eyes away but his remained locked on the sky.

“You don’t have to stay here forever. You could go somewhere else you know?” His words struck you in the chest. He had thought about this before, you could tell by his tone, he wasn’t saying this carelessly. He had planned this. You laughed awkwardly.

“Is this your way of firing me?” You joked but he didn’t respond, continuing to stare at the sky. Your heart dropped.

“Yuki?”

“I met a guy in culinary school, his name’s Pierre.” He started and every consecutive word felt like a knife to the heart.

“He runs a bakery in France called La Kika. It’s quite popular, you may have heard of it. He’s willing to take you as a student. You could go there and you could learn how to bake and everything. You’ve always wanted this. You could go there and learn and then open your own bakery.” He said, speaking as though he had it all planned out in his head.

You could only look at his form despairingly. The knowledge that he had arranged for you to go to France, to become someone's student, with no input from you as though he expected you to say yes instantly, deeply hurting you. Did he think you would leave as soon as you could?

“You aren’t meant to stay here, you aren’t meant for this.” He finally said and he refused to move his eyes from the sky, not seeing the hurt in yours. His words had exposed how he truly felt about you. While you thought you had been as close as two people could get without explicitly stating anything, he was just looking for the next person to pawn you off to.

“What, you’d think I’d just say yes?” You asked, your voice husky as you tried not to show your hurt through tears. He turned to you, surprise evident on his features.

“Well… yeah.” He said after a second and you inhaled through your nose, turning your head away from him.

“You think I’d leave the shop because I can’t bake a croissant or two?” Your words left out the ‘leave you’ you so desperately wanted to say. He remained silent and you took a deep breath before standing up, walking across the rooftop and beginning to climb down the ladder.

He gently murmured your name but you ignored him as the sensor light flashed on. Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you turned the flashlight on before setting out along the dark path away from the shop. It was only a 15 minute walk, so you could handle it.

You heard Yuki call your name as you walked, the sound of him climbing down the ladder and fidgeting with his keys in order to lock up the shop echoing over the empty land. Halfway down the road to the main road leading back to the town was how far you made it before the sound of Yuki’s car starting up echoed in your ears. You ignored it as the sound got louder and louder until he pulled up beside you in his car, slowly matching your pace and winding the window down.

“Come on, stop it. We’ll talk about it on the drive back.” He said, almost if he was placating a child. That fact caused you to walk faster, Yuki having to press down further on the gas pedal to match your stride.

“No.” You replied deliberately childishly and he sighed, annoyed.

“Don’t be an idiot, you’re going to get hurt walking down the road.” You just ignored him and he groaned before rolling his window up and stopping his car. It almost hurt you how easily he gave up before his car started again and he drove into line behind you as you turned onto the highway to walk back to the town.

It was a large road and the lack of streetlights started to make his car look like a more inviting environment between the dark and his avoidance of the bigger issue. You walked along the highway for a few seconds before a click sounded and his car lights turned on. Turning back to glare at him, you blinded yourself again.

This time you didn’t let yourself lick your wounds, you just turned around and kept walking. You were eventually able to turn your phone off, relying on his car. You half-expected him to suddenly turn off the lights, no matter how out of character it would be, as revenge for making him do this, but the lights never turned off.

He drove behind you slowly the whole 15 minute walk down the highway, guiding your path as you followed the road. You were secretly thankful, as you’d walked down the road in the night before and it was not something that you ever wanted to do voluntarily. The cars speeding by always frightened you and the ominous noises coming from the fields on either side of the road also unsettled you.

The town eventually came into view, the lights from bus stops and convenience stores beacons as to where the village started. You arrived at one of the bus stops and stepped under the cover, watching his car come to a stop. He made eye contact with you through the window and gestured your hand in a wave, as though telling him to leave.

He rolled his eyes before unbuckling his seat belt and opening his car door, getting out. He trudged over to you and opened the car door on your side before gesturing to it as if telling you to get in. You only stone-faced him so he sighed and opened his mouth.

“Please, at least let me drive you back to your house so I don’t have to follow you through the town like that. It’s the least you could do at 1:30 in the morning.” He said exhaustedly and his tone made your resolve waver. His eyes seemed tired and, as much as you were angry at him, you still felt bad. So, you got in the car.

You buckled in as he walked around the front of the car, his figure being lit up by the lights. The many years he’d spent perfecting his craft and lugging around sacks of flour and rice was reflected perfectly in his build and he was built well. His arms flexed as he buckled himself in, your wandering eye catching the way he tapped his fingers against his thigh as he pulled back onto the road.

It was hardly the time to be thinking such things, after he’d tried to make you go to France and you’d pulled a temper tantrum. You were still mad, but even you could acknowledge that what you did was ridiculous. God, how were you going to go to work tomorrow?

Maybe, you thought regretfully, that was his plan. Get you to try and avoid him so that you’d leave on your own. His voice interrupted your thoughts.

“I meant what I said, you know.” And you groaned, feeling annoyance spread across you. You bumped your head against the window of his car, staring up into the sky and at the moon in blatant refusal to look at him.

“Let me finish, I’ve had plenty of time to think over what I’d like to say.” He finally said his tone sharper than you’ve ever heard it, the dig at your actions being well deserved.

“What I meant to say was that you have a lot of talent.” You took your head off the window to look at him as he stared straight ahead and continued speaking.

“Cooking is not your passion, baking is. You would enjoy being able to bake more than what you’re doing right now.” He said and you opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off.

“I know you’ll refuse that, but I promise you, when you find that one thing you’re passionate about, you should always pursue it. Never give up on it. I’ve got an opportunity for you to do better things, go better places, meet better people.” You could only stare at him, seeing him become more worked up as he continued speaking. You don’t think you’d ever seen him say something this meaningful or something this related to the both of you.

“I want that for you. I knew that when I hired you, you’d eventually move on to something else. I didn’t expect for other things to develop but I don’t want you to feel as though you should stay here with me because of what I feel for you.” Shock flooded through your body at his words, feelings that have always been there but you never thought you could act on coming to the forefront of your body. You watched as he clenched the steering wheel, the light from streetlights glaring onto his pale skin as he continued.

“I’ve accepted it, you’re not meant to stay with me. You’re meant for better things. So if I can’t be those better things, I’d like to at least give you the opportunity to find them.” Yuki could only take shaky breaths after his speech, not daring to look at you. It was silent for a few seconds before he heard you quietly speak.

“Pull over.” He felt his heart sink, tears forming in his eyes that he tried to field away at the rejection. He knew it was coming. He slowly turned his indicator on and pulled over on the side of the road. The sound of your seatbelt becoming undone and your door opening and closing filled his ears, causing him to drop his head.

He may have just lost you completely, convinced you to follow your dreams at the cost his. It was a fever dream anyway, he’d known since childhood there was no chance of you feeling anything back for him.

The first time he’d seen you stand precariously on a chair to trial all of his grandma’s sweets was the day he became infatuated with you. He was sitting on the couch, squished between his mother and his grandma, as he watched you slowly walk to the chair and taste the pastries, your reaction to each one making him want to be able to bake his own.

Everyday he’d watch you walk past his grandma’s bakery, hoping that you didn’t think of him differently since his parents had left him and he dropped out of school. Their disownment of him had left such a large hole in his sense of self, his confidence and trust completely shattered. He couldn’t walk anywhere through the town without people looking at him with sad eyes or muttering pitifully about ‘that poor boy!’. He’d left because he couldn’t stand being an outsider any longer, briefly mourning the unrequited love he’d felt for you that was overshadowed by his loss.

And then, when you’d walked into his barely new shop, resume poised and you almost itching to get your hands on any form of food creation, how could he say no? You were a good person and a good chef, the extended periods of time he was forced to spend with you made his feelings come back at full force.

But he knew that it wasn’t the best for you. You would always be wanting something more, something that he couldn’t give you in a run-down shop that was falling apart at the seams. Pierre was more than happy to give you a small course and set you up with employment, all it took was one stellar review from Yuki and you’d pretty much had the job.

He was glad that, even if he felt as though his heart was ripped from his chest, you were able to finally fulfill your childhood passion.

And then his car door opened.

He barely had time to turn to you before you’d grabbed his collar and drawn him into a kiss. His body melted, the tears in his eyes disappearing as he took in how soft your lips felt. He recovered from his shock quickly and unbuckled his seat belt, letting his hands then run to the back of your neck.

He pulled away and couldn’t say anything before you were staring at him, as though he was the moon himself, with stars from the sky sparkling in your eyes and you spoke.

“What do you say we open a pastry menu?”

she should be edited, but we'll see. anyways this may be my favourite thing i've written idk. through the years may beat it out *shrug* also i got a banger lewis idea while writing this so watch out for that.

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