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#Like if i burnt toast or something I couldn't air out the place.. I would just have burnt toast in the air forever now
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hgghhhhhhhhhh...............smonk ..............
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#I can barely see out the window lol...#With the wildfire smoke making the air quality so hazardous it almost feels claustrophobic like.... normally if you can't breathe well you#can just open a window and get some fresh air - but in this case there's literally nowhere to turn for fresh air#if the air inside your home gets worse or anything then that's it#Like if i burnt toast or something I couldn't air out the place.. I would just have burnt toast in the air forever now#which is a bad example ghghj but you know what I mean#Especially because I think I might be sick and am having slight chest pressure and coughing and congestion#all I want to do is breathe good clean crispy air and feel comfortable but it's like HGHj what am I going to do.. open a WINDOW??#I hope my symptoms don't get worse or that if they do it's around the time that the smoke clears up and etc.#so far I think they said it should be getting a little better by monday but that feels so far away#plus it's summer so the air inside is like... warm and muggy and uncomfortable but the air outside is worse. I guess I just don't like#feeling trapped lol.. but ANYWAY ..#you know those photos of the surface of mars or whatever where everyhting is all yellow/orange? that's like literally#the view outside of the window. it feels like another planet and is so weird#we also might have to evacuate at some point so I need to take stuff to the car (though my area is not even a level 1 i just want#to be ready? especially if we had to go in the middle of the night like.. I'd rather pack a few things into the car then than now) but I'm#afraid to open the door and also to go outside in general lol..#I also need to water my poor plants but I don't want to open the door long enough to do so lol... I am so sorry my children.. TuT#(for reference I'm around portland in oregon so that's the specific area out of the list that I'm talking about )#*'now than then' lol not 'then than now' .. I mixed them up .. whoop
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definitelynotcesia · 3 years
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28. friends
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HELPLINE —kang taehyun smau ☆゚.*・。゚
pairing: kang taehyun x reader ⊰⊹ฺ genre: fluff, angst, humor/slice of life ⊰⊹ฺ word count: 937 ⊰⊹ฺ chapter contains: slight angst, swearing; full text
GENERAL FOREWORD: I have no ill intention of romanticizing emotional manipulation. I aim to portray a story that will give awareness to these matters, as they are very much real and victims shouldn't be labeled, judged, or stigmatized. Please know that I made a thorough research prior, along with everything that I learned as a psychology major, as I was conceptualizing the story so as to give a realistic point of view.
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"shit!" you cursed quickly retracting your hands from the smoking pan. you didn't intend to burn the scrambled eggs you were trying to cook but your thoughts took you to so many places other than the kitchen to notice. "heads above the water, y/n, heads above the water", you chanted as you bring the pan under the faucet.
it's already thirty minutes past three and you were just about to make your breakfast. it was even a miracle that you manage to drag yourself out of the bed, all thanks to the nerves getting into you as you wait for your friends to respond to the texts you last sent.
it's been so many minutes but your phone never dinged from their reply. are they mad? they're leaving you on seen, so that could only mean they are very upset with what you did. though you know for sure they'll try to atleast listen to your explanation. but will they? your last text was your supposed explanation, and yet nothing really was explained. you knew you're not ready just yet, but you also knew you have to say something. what if they got so done with you not being honest to them? you saw their texts prior to that. while you're being the dramatic ass that you are, beating yourself for something you intended to, they're there looking for you all over the place. maybe they just don't want to deal with you anymore. okay that's a little too much knowing how kind your friends are, but you thought about the countless times you placed them in situations like these. from asking them to keep your secrets, until asking kai to lie to his close friend. you're probably being a little too much.
you quickly snapped out when you heard the loud beeping of the fire alarm setting off. you checked to see what else was burning when you realized your old toaster doesn't push the bread up, so it just stays there toasting when you don't do it manually. "right y/n, good job on messing things up", you said to yourself laughing. at this point, you're scared to allow yourself to shed even a single tear as you know you'll never stop.
realizing the burnt egg and bread was the last you have in your fridge, you decided to go to the nearest convenience store. you could also use some fresh air. but as soon as you opened your door you were greeted by the sight of meg and kai bickering while pushing arya towards the door; you swore you almost cried right there and then.
"y/n!!!" the trio chorused when they realized your presence.
"arya, meg, kai!!!", echoing the same shocked enthusiasm. you hesitated before attacking the three with a big hug, you couldn't care less. "i thought you guys are angry at me!"
"dummy, angry is an understatement", kai replied but you recognize his lighthearted tone.
"you made us worry a lot and then expect us not to be angry?", meg added.
"i know, and i'm really sorry", you whispered.
"yeah, we can read texts y/n", arya sassed rolling his eyes. "look, there's nothing in that text that would explain anything to be honest. were still confused as hell. why did you run away? don't you trust us enough? who was that girl pretending to be sunshine? why did you let that happen? what is actually happening?"
you knew they'd eventually ask you these questions, but how are you supposed to answer them when you can't even get yourself to fully comprehend everything.
"we have so many questions, y/n..." arya continued. "but they don't need to be answered. all we know now is that you're safe and back with us, and there's nothing else we could ask for other than that."
"we figured you're not ready to explain yet," the other girl added. "and we'll not push you to do so. we just want you to know that we'll always be here, we'll wait."
you peered at the three of them looking at you with glistening eyes. "you'll really do that?" you asked, your voice full of uncertainty. this was far from the friendship you had ever before. how did you became so lucky to find them?
"of course, dummy." this time, it was kai. "even when we're more than ready to have that sofi featured on buzzfeed unsolved, we'll wait. that's what friends are for, isn't it?" he added, earning giggles from meg who must've already heard the joke beforehand.
"we can't fully understand everything, y/n. but that's fine. you don't have to understand everything to feel sincere or be accepted either. we'll love just the same, put that in your pretty but lil dum dum head okay?", meg said before engulfing you on a tight hug. the others following suit.
you knew nothing much about being a good friend, take yuqi and the numerous other people who once shared a part of your life, as an example. you've gone years believing that broken things cut, and you're not as worthy to feel this much from other people unless you're fully healed. but they're here urging you to believe otherwise.
"i'd like for this heartwarming reunion to go on, but maybe we should get in first? i don't want the other students to walk in and catch me with this cringey scene." arya said in a high pitched tone, mimicking a spoiled brat on teen dramas. you laughed as you usher them in, disregarding your hunger. there's nothing a take out and ice cream couldn't fix anyway.
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HELPLINE —kang taehyun smau ☆゚.*・。゚
♡ synopsis: determined to take the pain off the past, y/n wanted nothing more but become the help and comfort that others needed. yet here comes the man with an obnoxiously adorable eye smile, unintentionally ready to sabotage all that she thought was healing— that includes a 24/7 help line and an alternate persona.
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druigswhores · 3 years
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you’re alive in my head
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summary: in which natasha no longer had to live in a world without you, there you were in her arms once again. but why can’t she remember your life before westview?
content warning: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, set after endgame, angst, mentions of death, trauma, their relationship ending on a bad note, trust issues & previous steve x nat, there is some hints to homophobia in this chapter :/ (WANDAVISION SPOILERS!)
note: sorry this chapter was late!! it’s 3.3k words and i got my friend to spell check and edit it, ty ashy ily <33
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‘моя любовь’ = ‘my love’ in russian <3
‘принцесса’ = ‘princess’ (i used google translate so idk how accurate it is
SERIES MASTERLIST
PART THREE COMING SOON
Death.
It's a complicated thing; A theory.
Nobody knows what happens to you after you die. Nobody knows what happens to your soul after you die. We make things up to make ourselves feel better, and convince ourselves that our deceased loved ones are watching over us, all the while convincing others that our loved ones are in a better place now.
But in reality, those are just dreams dying to be true.
Natasha didn't know if you were dead or alive. She just knew your body turned into particles of dust, your soul disappeared along with the rest of you. She didn't want to believe that you were truly gone, so she spoke to you.
She spoke to you, thinking you were listening to her; believing you were listening to her and that you were still around.
It was almost as if she was speaking to your ghost, the mere presence of you that remained with her, the piece of you that was a part of her. It felt wrong being in the compound without you, she felt as though she was trapped; trapped with the many reminders of how she failed you. The walls were suffocating her. Every time she thought about what had happened it felt as though the rooms were becoming smaller. The large 'A' plastered around the compound taunting her, reminding her of what they lost. Of what she lost.
So she had to get away.
Natasha found herself taking trips to the beach, the one the two of you adored oh so much. She'd walk along the sand, the harsh wind blowing against her face. The air smelled of salt, and she'd take a deep breath in with a smile. She'd reminisce all the times the two of you managed to get away from the compound, how effortlessly gorgeous you'd look with the breeze blowing through your hair, your laughter sounding like a melody that Natasha now longed to hear once more.
If she stood really still, she could, once more, feel the warmth of your fingers dragging against her skin, gently tracing shapes onto her body. Her heart would ache whenever she'd turn to the side, finding that nobody was beside her.
She had to get used to living in a world without you.
"моя любовь..." She sighed, fumbling with a stone she'd picked up, before swinging her arm and throwing it into the rippling water. The temperature was dropping. Christmas coming closer and closer every day. Natasha wrapped her coat tighter around her body, staring at the waves in front of her, observing the way they'd hit the shore before pulling back into the ocean. In the distance, she could see boats, and although they were far away, she noticed how the water carried them; the movement of the ocean pushing the boat into the direction of the wind. "No sailors.." Natasha realized, her eyes following a lifeguard boat making its way to the empty boats, likely checking for any survivors.
Yet another reminder of how the Avengers had failed.
It's only been a couple of months since the battle yet the traces of you continued to fade away. The sweater that was once yours now clung to Natasha's body as she made her way back home.
She'd do anything to bring you back. She'd do anything to have you in her arms again, complaining about something you'd undoubtedly forget hours later. She missed the way you'd never share your snacks with anyone but her. The feeling of warmth that would blossom inside her when your eyes met in a crowded room. All the times when your knee would brush against hers during a meeting. She missed the way it felt to lay next to you. She missed forgetting the world with you.
God, she missed you so much.
But there she was. In the same room as you, years later, preparing breakfast. Her hair was coiled and pinned up, keeping it in place. Her dress fit her perfectly, the skirt swaying with her movements as she elegantly makes her way across the kitchen floor. Her every movement seemed like a performance; like she was the performer and you were the audience, watching her in awe. She was captivating in every possible way, her enchanting voice pulling you in like a siren.
"Good morning, honey! I've been up all morning making us a delightful breakfast." Natasha greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, her performance almost seeming comical. "Nat... it's just peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." You pointed out, glancing over your shared kitchen, seeing the mess that was made. Somehow milk spilled all over the counters, dripping onto the ground, you immediately recognized the smell of burnt toast that hung in the air as you continued looking around.
"Peanut butter and jelly is your favourite, remember?" Natasha reminded you. Your eyes widened at the realization, thanking her. You helped her bring the food to the table, making a note to yourself to tidy up the kitchen before the dinner at Wanda and Vision's that the two of you were invited for.
But you couldn't recall Wanda telling you about the dinner?
"Are you okay, моя любовь?" She placed her hand above yours on the counter. The two of you sat in front of each other, your half-eaten breakfast resting between the two of you. "Of course, why wouldn't I be? I'm with my best girl." You smiled softly at her, and though your words said one thing, Natasha could easily recognise the distant look on your face as you stared off into space, lost in your own thoughts. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours принцесса?" She teased, squeezing your hand gently.
"What time are we supposed to be at Wanda's?" You asked her, snapping yourself out of the trance you were in. Natasha hesitated, eyebrows furrowed as she watched your every move. Something was bothering you. "We're going to Wanda's in the evening моя любовь, she asked us a while back if we could help out before the others arrived, remember?" Natasha stated as the two of you brought your plates to the sink, beginning to tidy up.
"I'm not sure how much help you'll be sweetheart." You teased, pointing at the mess that was created due to Natasha making breakfast. She feigned hurt in response, "Oh принцесса, you're breaking my heart!" She made her way around you, passing you the cutlery as you rinsed the plates. You chuckled softly at her playful behaviour. "I think we should stick with me making us breakfast so our kitchen doesn't end up getting flooded, wouldn't you agree?" You chuckled, as you made your way around the kitchen, the two of you tidying up the mess Natasha had created.
"If only we were a robot," Natasha sighed, wrapping her arms around you from behind. You leaned back into her, embracing the warmth which radiated from her body, "or had powers." This was a position you were so very used to. "If only," she responded playfully. You turn your head back at the grinning redhead, as she leaned in for a kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt your lips meet.
"You know," Natasha started, "we do have some time to spare-" you then cut her off.
"I like the way you think, sweetheart," You smiled softly, turning in her arms before making your way to your shared bedroom. Natasha followed closely behind.
The two of you were dolled up, looking your best.
Your dress ended just below your knees, the skirt extenuating your hips; it swayed with every movement you made. The short sleeves of the dress looked as though they were about to fall off your shoulders. Natasha's dress, however, was much more slim fitting and hugged her hips perfectly before flowing down, much like a waterfall, making it harder to look at anything else but her.
"Do you think Wanda will get mad at us for arriving a bit later than expected?" You asked nervously, fumbling with your fingers as the two of you made your way down the path that led to Wanda and Vision's home. Natasha shuffled around balancing the tray of pastries you'd prepared in one hand while using her free hand to rub your back gently, comforting you, "I'm sure she won't mind, моя любовь," she reassured you. As you near the house you could hear mumbling from the inside; you heard three or more different voices.
"Is that- is Vision singing?" You asked worriedly, glancing at Natasha who was mirroring your reaction. She knocked on the door, and the singing inside had abruptly stopped. "Oh, that must be our other guests," You heard Vision exclaim, "perfect timing!" You could hear his footsteps gradually get closer. The door swung open and Vision gave a nervous smile, glancing down at the tray of food Natasha was holding before letting out a sigh of relief. He hugged the both of you before welcoming you into his home. He introduced you to Mr. Hart, Visions boss, and Mrs. Hart, his wife.
"Oh hello," Mrs. Hart greeted, "no need to be so formal tonight honey." she smiled at you, pushing away the hand you had extended for her to shake. Instead, she pulled you into a tight hug which quite honestly surprised you. You awkwardly pat the older yet noteably shorter woman on the back before pulling away to quickly greet her husband. He glanced at you and Natasha in confusion, opening his mouth to say something before getting interrupted. "Oh here, let me take that, Natasha. You stay here and I'll go get a plate to put these on." You glanced at everyone in the room, offering them a smile before making your way to the kitchen, Vision stopped you before you got to the door, extending his arm out.
"Thank you," he leaned down to whisper to you. You squeezed his arm in response. You weren't used to seeing Vision in this form. He looked human. You rushed into the kitchen, startling Wanda, "I've figured you needed help." You smiled sheepishly at her, placing the tray down onto the counter, taking in all the chaos that was going on in the kitchen. It reminded you of this morning.
"Well, this isn't the first chaotic kitchen I've walked into today," you teased, reaching out for a plate before neatly plating the pastries onto it. Wanda laughed nervously in response, as she flicked through the recipe cards, searching for the right one. You walked back into the living room, placing the plate onto the coffee table prompting Vision to jump up out of his seat and offer Mr. and Mrs. Hart an appetizer. Looking to Natasha, you gave her a wink before swiftly turning around, your dress swaying with your movements as you made your way back into the kitchen, missing the frown forming on Mr. Hart's face.
"Oh, what was I supposed to do next?" Wanda began rambling, "what was the main course again?"
Making your way to the recipe cards floating in the air you attempted to help her find the card with the right recipe, steak. You could hear Vision playing a song on the ukulele while Natasha unwillingly sang alongside him.
"That's not it" You sighed, sifting through the cards, "is this one steak?"
"Steak," Wanda started, "Diane!" she accidentally yells. Her eyes widened as she realized what she'd done. She looks to you with a frown. You just barely heard Vision respond with a, "yes dear?"
"This is going terribly," Wanda frowned, leaning her head upon your shoulder. You chuckled, rubbing her back gently before pulling her away, forcing her to look at you, "Hey, you can do this, okay? You're not alone," you reassured her, attempting to raise her spirits. She sighed in relief, repeating to herself ", "I can do this, I can do this, I can do this..."
Vision barged into the kitchen unexpectedly, his nerves radiating through room. Wanda panics, accidentally using her powers to throw the lobsters out of the window.
"How can I be of assistance." Vision asks, mirroring Wanda's expression.
"Well," Wanda started, "the chicken is no longer a chicken and the lobsters just flew the coop, so the steak is the last man standing," she explains, making her way around the kitchen. You held the recipe card in your hand, skimming the instructions, "it says here you could cut down the prep time with a meat tenderiser." You recited, looking at the couple once more. "Excellent plan! Where's the tenderiser?" Vision questions, ready to help in the kitchen.
"I'm looking at him," Wanda began, holding her hand out to pass the tenderiser to Vision. You pull her hand back before Vision reaches out for it. "No. What you need to do, Vision, is go entertain your guests. Have faith in your wife and I, okay?" You pushed him out of the kitchen, before turning around and clapping your hands.
"So, where were we?" You asked, hopefully.
After a stressful couple of minutes, a brief visit from a woman with a pineapple, and Natasha almost spilling water on her dress; dinner was served.
Well technically, breakfast was served.
The six of you sat around the dining table, nervously looking around. Mr. and Mrs. Hart looked at the food in confusion, staring at the cooked bacon and eggs paired with the red wine and chocolate covered strawberries.
"Breakfast for dinner?" Mr, Hart began, with obvious judgement written all over his face. "How very-" "European." Mrs. Hart cut him off, smiling reassuringly at the two of you.
"European?" You muttered, glancing at Wanda in confusion, who then motioned her hand in a 'I'll tell you later' sort of way. "Oh, let's have a toast!" Vision began, raising his glass up. All of you followed suite as Vision continued.
"To my lovely and talented wife," he gloated, unable to take his eyes off her.
"And to our esteemed guests," Wanda added. You didn't miss the wink she threw at you and Natasha, causing the two of you to stifle your laughs. Everyone clinked their glasses together and dug into their food. It wasn't long after when the questioning began.
"So, where did you move from?" Mrs. Hart began, "what brought you here? How long have you been married? And why don't you have children yet?" She interrogated Wanda and Vision, and you glanced over at Natasha, hesitantly, who shrugged in response before continuing to eat her food. Her eyes then met Mr. Hart's, who's eyebrows were furrowed at the interaction, waiting for his wife to finish speaking so he could say something. You didn't notice Wanda struggling to answer the questions being thrown, while Vision looked at Wanda desperately waiting for an answer. It was almost as if the two of them didn't know themselves.
You also failed to notice Wanda zoning out of the conversation, staring off into the distance as Mrs. Hart continued pestering her for answers. "And what about the two of you, huh? You two roommates?" Mr. Hart questioned, noticing how closely seated you were next to Natasha.
"Something like that," Natasha responded, biting back the smirk that was fighting it's way onto her lips.
"Two lovely women such as yourselves shouldn't struggle to find a man. Why don't the two of you have husbands yet?" Mr. Hart asked, leaning forward. You felt the hair in your arms rise as you realised where the conversation was leading. Glancing at Natasha nervously, you noticed how her fingers were clenched around her cutlery.
"We just prefer each other's company," you stated simply, shoving a forkful of eggs into your mouth to distract yourself.
"What do you mean? Are you- that's unnatural!" He ranted. You ignored him, noticing that Wanda was still trying to answer questions about her and Visions marriage.
"Yes, yes, we were married in," Wanda paused, getting lost in her thoughts. Mr. Hart continued his rant to you and Natasha as You, Vision and Natasha glanced at Wanda nervously.
"You're both women! That's wrong!" Mr Hart argues.
"Well, what's your story?" Mrs. Hart questions Wanda.
Mr. Hart began shouting, slamming his fist onto the table as Mrs. Hart continued to grill Wanda for answers. Wanda snaps back into reality due to a sudden, unexpected noise. She turned to face Mr. Hart who began to choking. You stared at Natasha, frightened and unsure as of what to do in this situation.
"Oh, Arthur, stop it!" Mrs. Hart laughed. She repeated the words 'stop it' over and over again, her tone gradually becoming more panicked as her husband continued to choke. His hand rested on his throat. Vision stared at Mr. Hart in an unsure manner, his hands resting against the table almost as if the were pinned against it. You only just noticed how Mrs. Hart turned to Wanda as she continued repeating those same words.
"Stop it," she pleaded, her voice shaking as she looked at Wanda, who was staring at Mr. Hart in shock. Mr. Hart fell off his chair and onto the ground as he continued to choke. You wanted to rush over and help him but it felt as though your hands were bound to the table and you couldn't move your legs. You were only able to watch as the man continued to choke while his wife chuckled.
"Stop it."
"Stop it."
"Stop it."
"Vision, help him," Wanda demanded. Vision rushed out of his seat and next to Mr. Hart, phasing his hand through his throat and removing a whole chocolate covered strawberry.
When did Mr. Hart pick up the strawberry? You thought to yourself.
"Let me help you up," Vision offers, helping Mr. Hart back to his feet. The atmosphere in the room had immediately changed, going back to exactly how it was before. It was almost as if a switch had been flipped and everyone forgot what was happening.
"Would you look at the time!" Mr. Hart exclaimed making his way to the door as his wife followed behind him.
"Well," Wanda started, "are you both alright?" she questioned nervously, as she stood up. "Yes, we better be going. We had such a lovely time!" Mrs. Hart reassured. The couple left the house very abruptly, mentioning something about a promotion before exiting the front door.
"Oh, we must be going as well!" Natasha exclaims, pushing herself up out of her seat before saying goodbye to the two. She hugged them both before making her way out of the door. You hugged Vision and thanked him for having you over before making your way to Wanda.
"Tonight was wonderful, Wanda," you reassured, pulling her into a hug. You felt her shoulders slacken in your arms, sighing softly as she returned your embrace before pulling away from you, her arms resting on your shoulders.
"Thank you, thank you for everything."
As the two of you made your way home, you couldn't help but let Mr. Hart's words play on repeat in your mind. You could tell Natasha knew what was bugging you as she squeezed your hand gently. The two of you continued to hold hands as you made your way home.
"I know we can't get married," you started, as you stood in your living room, staring at the woman who made you feel most at home. She nodded, waiting for you to continue as she rested her hand against your cheek, allowing her thumb to gently stroke your face.
"But I just want you to know that I'm here for you. For better or for worse. I never want to be apart from you," you chuckled softly, staring at her in awe, allowing your eyes to glance at her lips before you looked back into her eyes.
"I know, моя любовь. And I'd do anything for you," Natasha began.
"Even die for you."
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bunbunbaes · 5 years
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A Morning with You
The kitchen smelled of burning food, but there had to be some causalities for this morning. If things were going to go how Akari wanted them to a few pieces of toast were going to have to be sacrificed. As Akari tried to cook she found herself having more mishaps than she normally had. Making sharp noises of surprise every time she had to rescue some part of the dish. Followed by quickly looking around the kitchen to make sure she hadn't woken Kazuya up. It was still quiet as there seemed to be no sign of him yet. She let out a grateful sigh as she didn't want to wake him up yet.
 He had walked all the way over to her place the night before, mentioning how there were too many people at his dorm. This wasn't the first time he had come over to sleep at her place. Even if it did make her flush every time she thought about it she had to admit that she did enjoy when he came over. It was a chance for her to be alone with him without the entire Seido team hovering around them. Reminding herself again that she liked being able to sleep right next to him, but as soon as she thought about Akari felt her face turn even redder than before. 
An acrid smell coming from the pan she was holding onto snapped her out of her thoughts as she didn't realize how distracted she had been again. Yelping out to herself as she tried again to salvage something from her blunder. Putting what was edible on a nearby plate as she scraped the burnt beyond repair part into the trash. Gently mumbling to herself as she was hoping that this next dish wouldn't come out as burn as the last one, but then again that's what she got for thinking about Kazuya's dumb handsome face.
"Is something on fire?" 
Akari jumped at the sound of the raspy sleepy voice behind her. Whirling around to see Miyuki standing there in the doorway yawning. Leaning against the door frame he looked at her with a soft smile. His hair was still disheveled from just rolling out of bed, and despite sticking up at odd angles he still managed to make it look good. If she wasn't in the middle of trying to surprise him with breakfast she would have liked to stand there and look at him for as long as she could.
"W-what are you doing up?" Akari asked as she tried to hide the pan she was just scraping behind her back. She hadn't expected him to be awake yet, and didn't want her surprise to get found out so soon. Seeing the smile Kazuya was giving her at that moment was strong enough to make her heart flutter. Then again his smile always seemed to have such a strong affect on her, but she was determined to try and play it cool in front of him, if she could manage. 
"I smelled something and thought I would come come see, what exactly is burning." he said with a small laugh as he walked over to where Akari was by the stove. Seeing him walking over Akari tried to block his view from the food she had been cooking for him. But Kazuya wasn't fooled as he could easily tell that Akari was up to something. He walked over to the spare apron that was hung up on the wall and pulled it down. From his vantage point he could see some of the food that she had been trying to make for him. Which made his heart twinge a little at the thought that she was trying so hard for him despite the obvious smell that told him she was not having an easy time of it all.
"Move over," Kazuya told her gently as he had pulled the apron on over his pajamas and tying the straps around himself. Deciding to give her a hand with her plans for breakfast now that he was awake. 
"But you were so tired last night I thought that I would make you breakfast." Akari said as she was a little worried about having him help out when she felt that he should take it easy since he had worked to hard the day before with practice, and he deserved to not have to work so hard. But she couldn't also tell him no at it was hard for her to look at his smiling handsome face and say no. He was even humming to himself as he was rolling up his sleeves. 
"I guess that's fair." Akari said as she looked up at him, and scooted over a little to let him take the spot in front of the stove. Kazuya couldn't help but gently chuckle at the tiny sulking expression Akari had on her face, since it was too cute to him. As he stepped up to the stove he paused for a moment to look over at the dishes that Akari had made now that he could see them better. Akari noticed him looking at them and started fidgeting a bit as she knew that they didn't look as good as something Kazuya would make but she had tried her best. "It's not the best but-" she started to explain as she was sure what she had made didn't look as appetizing. Before she could finish her sentence she felt something soft and warm on her forehead; Kazuya's lips.
Akari blinked for a moment as it took her a moment to catch on what just happened, before letting out a surprised noise and turning red. Which amused Miyuki so much that he ended up laughing at how cute her reaction was. "Miyuki." Akari whined out his name as he was stilling laughing at her reaction to his kiss. She liked getting kisses from Kazuya but sometimes she felt her reactions to them were a little embarrassing and when they made him laugh it didn't help. But Akari wasn't the type of girl to just take things, and grabbed Kazuya by the front of the shirt while he was still laughing. Not giving him a chance to react she swiftly pressed her own lips against him.
It silenced him instantly as all he could focus on was how soft Akari's left against his own. It was a much different kiss than the one he left on Akari's forehead. If he honest he much preferred this kind of kiss with her, not that kissing her anywhere else was bad. But if he had his pick every time he would want to be able to kiss her lips. It took him a second to recover from surprise. Placing his hands on her waist he gently pulled Akari closer to him as he eagerly kissed her back. Akari responded by pressing her lips more against his own, Kazuya couldn't stop himself from smiling against her lips. With her grip still tightly holding onto his shirt Akari lightly rubbed her lips against his. Kazuya reacted to this by making a very low noise in his throat without realizing that he did. Akari felt a small swell of pride in her chest when she heard it as she wasn't always so sure about her kissing abilities. But knowing that she could get that kind of reaction from Kazuya made her feel proud. She could only hope that she could get more out of him.
Every time that Akari moved her lips against Kazuya's he responded verbally to her. But Akari wasn't the only one to wanted to cause reactions out of the other. Miyuki wanted to hear Akari to make some of the adorable noises that she tended to make whenever they started getting into kissing each other. Carefully while kissing her Kazuya started to bite at her bottom lip. Akari let out a soft whine as she felt his teeth against her lip, as she did Kazuya gripped her hips a little harder as he pulled her closer to him. Akari let him guide her until they were standing chest to chest against each other. Being so close Akari relaxed her grip on his shirt a little but didn't let go entirely as she needed to keep herself steady. Kissing him always left her legs feeling a little unsteady, but to her it was always in a good way.
To try and turn the tables back in her favor Akari kissed Kazuya even harder than before but while she pressed her lips against his she tentatively pressed the tip of her tongue against his lips. Kazuya was pleasantly surprised by how bold it seemed Akari was being that morning, as he always liked seeing her being more assertive when it came to kissing him. He rewarded her bold action by deepening the kiss with her as he playfully touched her tongue back with his own. Akari let out another noise that told Kazuya that she liked that a lot and he continued to move more of his tongue against hers. Causing her to make more of her soft little noises, and she gripped at his shirt more as she tried to follow his lead. Moving her tongue against his as she wanted to kiss him as deeply, and Kazuya couldn't help but note how much better she was getting it the more they ended up turning their soft kisses into these deeper ones.
While kissing so deeply Akari's teeth kept brushing against Kazuya's lips which caused him to let out some deep groans from his throat. He didn't mind that it kept happening as it wasn't un-pleasurable for him, as Akari seemed to be more excited to kiss him, and it that meant getting her teeth caught on his lip he could live with it. Every time it happened he would press his tongue more against Akari's to get her to make one of her soft whines in retaliation as he liked to tease her back. The longer he continued to kiss her so deeply, the more Akari noticed that her lungs were started to burn a little as she seemed to be lacking air over time, finally she couldn't keep it up.
Breaking away from the kiss Akari found herself taking in some deep breaths as she seemed to have forgotten to breathe. As she took in a few lungfuls of air she felt part of her rationality coming back to her, with her chest still pressed up against Kazuya's she could also feel how rapidly his chest was moving as he was also trying to take in air as well. "Shouldn't we finish cooking?" Akari asked her voice sounding still a little breathless. Kazuya leaned in towards her and gently nipped at her lip again as he made a low hum at her. 
"I think I would rather have you right now." Kazuya admitted before he went back to biting at her lip, and hearing that Akari felt her face getting warmer. She had to agree with him though as she really didn't want him to stop anytime either. She wanted to kiss him more as she felt like she hadn't had quite enough of him yet, it wasn't helping that his nipping at her lips was also chipping away at any kind of rationality that she might have normally had at that moment. After a particularly harder nip on her lip she finally made up her mind.
"We should at least put the food away." Akari whined against Kazuya's lips.
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