( @firecrackling withdrawals … 💧 )

wowww. can’t even be bothered to give me a real one. smh.

gimme kith.

hi cassiekins

( basically her idea of heaven. )

( carrying her off, as is the routine — a big dumb smile plastered across her face. )

you always know just what to say. 🫦

… are you coming or not?

… damn, you’re good.

… in a minute. there’s something i need to show you in our room. real important.

how are you even. like. alive?

jesus christ —

( after about a minute of shared passion, america admittedly has to come up for air — clearing her throat but remaining as close to kate as possible, still able to smell her perfume. so sweet, like she’s always thought. ) … about time, huh, princesa?

( the kiss feels just … so, so perfect. like she’s been anticipating this moment forever—leaning into her the fingers strumming through her hair. )

don’t gotta tell me twice, princesa~. ( clearing the last bit of distance, head gently swinging to the side to clear her curls from her view—lips sliding up against the archer’s. )

( immediately falling into kate’s grasp, swaying with the archer and bringing herself closer until she’s flush against her chest. )

( pulling out phone. opening spotify. starting drop dead. ) now what.

number one is us making out crazy style