#willyasco

i will never be the same

bonus under the cut :3

This is definitely my personal hc of Bosco being a terrible cook, also this is savaged from a very old au into this drabble. (Also Willyasco as a ship, bc why not)

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"Do you smell fire?"

Willow just started to sniff the air around her in order to answer Daya's question. It smelt a little smokey in the living room, she figured. She looked from her spot on the couch next to their girlfriend and answered "Kinda, it smells a bit like-" They were interrupted by a sudden loud and grating noise in the apartment.

BEEP...BEEP...BEEP

Daya and Willow immediately scrambled off the couch at the sound of the smoke alarm going off. They both speed-walked to the kitchen, seeing Bosco hitting an inflamed stove burner with a rag. The kitchen was filling with smoke the more she hit the flames.

"Shit, shit shit!! Why won't this fire get out already?"

If the apartment wasn't at risk of burning down at the moment, Willow would have burst into laughter at this scene. Her girlfriend trying to get out of a fire and making it actively worse made Willow feel like she was watching a playthrough of The Sims.

Daya sprung into action, taking the pan off the burner and throwing it into the sink with the cold water running over it. She pulled out the fire extinguisher from under the sink and passed it to Bosco. This was definitely not the first time they used the fire extinguisher, and will definitely not be the last.

Bosco pulled the pin from the fire extinguisher, aimed it at the stove, and sprayed the small area. Willow jumped into her job of turning on all the fans in the apartment and opening the windows.

Once the smoke alarms had indicated that there was no more smoke inside, Willow and Daya were sitting back on the living room couch, both staring at Bosco. They were the first to break the silence between the three.

"What did we tell you about cooking without telling us first?" Willow felt like they were talking to a child in trouble.

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“This isn’t realistic, no one actually gets speechless when they see someone for the worst time.” Daya just nodded along as Willow continued their rant. She was content to watch them go on about the surrealism of romcoms and the idiosyncrasies of romance as a concept and how little sense it made.

“Like, you hear it in songs all the time but that kind of all consuming feeling is so dramatic compared to reality.” Willow shook her head, turning to Daya for a response.

“Is it? I feel like that when I look at you and Bosco sometimes. It’s so intense sometimes I can’t help but just kiss you both all over.”

“That’s why you do that? I thought you just liked acting like a dog.”

Daya giggled, it brought something up in willow, a gentle warmth but not as overwhelming as their girlfriend described.

“Don’t you feel that? When your chest warms and pure bliss overcomes you when you’re with the people you love.”

“Surely that’s not how love is.”

“We’ll it is for me. Maybe it’s different for everyone.”

“I’d ask Bosco but she wouldn’t admit to having feelings.”

“She would if we pester her enough. Boscyyyyy”

“What?” Bosco poked her head out of their spare room, looking vaguely annoyed to be interrupted in whatever they were doing.